KitsuneSam: Ah, so, to my readers- I'm sorry. Hah, that's all I can really say. I stopped writing because I ran out of plot, so what I'm going to do is go through this and rewrite it to make sense, and be well written. Hopefully I'll have some idea of what is to come when I'm finished. I have a better grasp of writing and grammar in general than when this was written; also I'm much better at staying in character. So here we go…
I hope you enjoy this edit.
Disclaimer: Hellsing belongs to Kohta Hirano, not I.
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"Alucard," Integra started shakily. Her hands lifted from her desk as she motioned for Alucard to come closer. She watched him approach, and then addressed him once more. "I'm afraid you must be put away again."
The No Life King bared his fangs at the woman he called 'Master'. It wasn't a threatening gesture, simply one of disgust at her suggestion. "What do you mean? You have given up finally, haven't you?"
"Alucard, you should know that I won't give up. But that point is moot, for I will not be surviving this child birth."
"Master, your doctors say everything's going to be fine—"
"Alucard, do you trust your instincts?" Her voice was harder than usual, though behind the mask she was surprised he disagreed. Surely he would be jumping at this chance? Wouldn't he try to escape her reign?
"Yes."
"And should I trust mine?"
He averted his gaze, stopping his attempts to defy her words. She was far enough along in her pregnancy that he knew as well, and the scent of her death was upon the air. Her mother had passed in child birth, and she knew that she was doomed for the same fate. "Yes Master."
Integra nodded, placing her hands over her bulging stomach. "And that's just what I'm doing. This child will survive, Alucard, and everything he'll need to know is written in a journal that I have secured with Walter. When the boy is old enough, he can bring you back."
"How long will that be my Master?" the vampire asked, and though his tone was neutral she could hear the distaste.
"About twenty years."
"Do you know how long it will make it that I've spent in that forsaken room then?" She hesitated, remembering the corpse that had she had sat next to when she'd hid from her uncle. Alucard answered his own question with rage. "Fifty years. That's half a century of my death wasted. My earliest years with the Hellsing family were spent being experimented on, and then your grandfather came around and decided it was time they gave me 'a rest'."
She pretended to ignore this outburst. "Walter will take care of this place until it is time for the child to take over."
"Yes Master," he forced himself to speak through gritted fangs. "Walter is proper for the job."
"Good. Walter will accompany you to the room. We must say our goodbyes here." Integra pushed herself to her feet, holding out her gloved hand for one last handshake.
Alucard pushed his glasses further up the bridge of his nose. She made no reaction as his red eyes disappeared behind his crimson lenses, and Integra simply watched as he turned away from her. Integral Wingates Hellsing was silent as the last figure from her past—aside from Walter—left her, for what was left of her life. A tear dropped down her cheek in silence.
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'Police Girl,' Alucard's mental voice groped for that of his fledgling. This was not a punishment she was meant to deal with, and he had to make sure that Integral could not trap her as they would to him. Seras was not meant for this, for she would not sleep. The bindings did not hold her as they held him.
"Yes Master," she asked aloud. She stared at the blood bag she'd been given for the night, unwilling to drink it. She knew he would be scolding her for this, because what other reason did he have for contacting her. It was always "Police girl, drink your blood," or "Police Girl, it's a pity to let such a thing go to waste. Drink it. The humans don't want it back". Always the same…
'I want you to run. Take everything and run.'
That gave her a jolt of surprise. Indeed, this time she could hear something… odd in her Master's voice. "But Master, I—"
'Do it if you don't want to be shoved into a dungeon for twenty years.'
The statement got her attention, and she finally understood what was going on. She too could smell the scent that lingered around Integra, and she recalled it from the night she been turned to a vampire. Seras reached behind her coffin, dragging out a small suitcase. She hastily shoved all of her clothes (uniforms included) and belongings into the bag. Seras pulled it shut and slung it over her shoulder, grabbing the Harkonnen with one hand, and the case that held it's bullets with the other. When she looked up from her hasty packing, a dark portal she recognized as one that Alucard had created was in the corner of the room.
"Goodbye Master," she said softly. "Thank you."
'Goodbye… Seras Victoria.' And then Walter shut the great door upon him, for there were no needs to say goodbye between the old friends. It was something they had done before, and no doubt would be done again. 'See you in twenty years,' was his last thought before he slumped against the wall.
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Seras stared at the wall opposite her, in the alley where Master's portal had opened up. She gripped the two cases tightly, and her breaths came quick as she hyperventilated for no reason. "They can't…" she muttered, shaking her head. Alucard may not have been… kind, but he was all she had. "And I can't go back." She slid against the wall, moving into a fetal position, and she rested her head on her knees. "They'll hear from me again. In twenty years, I will meet my Master again. Someone will pay… in blood." She calmed down, and stood again, walking into the shadows of the alley. She turned back once, and her eye glinted bright in darkness.
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"I regret having to do that," Integra admitted to Walter when the old retainer returned to her. "But now that that's over with, we must do something about Seras. Where is she?"
"I must assume in her room Sir. I shall go and retrieve her." Integra nodded. Walter made his way down to Seras' room. He opened the door, not surprised to find that there was no sign of her, other than an empty unmade (four-poster) coffin, and a discarded blood bag.
He returned with the news that she was not there. They tried contacting the training facilities, and kitchens with no success. They even went to the extent of asking Integra's husband and Captain Bernadette if they by any chance knew where the No Life King's fledgling was.
The answer was repeatedly no. In the basement of the Hellsing Mansion, behind the door painted with a blood circle, a corpse shed a tear for his Draculina.
KitsuneSam: So, uh. That's the first edit. I hope to make the story a little more enjoyable, and understandable, because when I reread it I cringed at all the mistakes and I don't understand how anyone in their right mind read through the entire thing, but if you have, then well, I hope you've enjoyed it.