What on earth is that?

Walter had to admit, he wasn't an expert on children's drawings, and didn't consider himself an expert on children at all. However, this particular family drawing lost its childish charm once he spotted the rough black and red scribble on the page. Integra had to be about 5 years of age when she drew this, that was the last time he could remember having to go purchase crayons and such for her to occupy herself with. Arthur would take the little girl to his meetings, Integra was a patient child, but there was a limit to that patience which often led to her wandering off.

Walter can remember keeping himself entertained by watching the young girl carefully color and draw in a rather organized for a girl her age. It was around the same time that Integra had started to inquire about her mother in order to include in her pictures of course. Walter allowed her artwork to go onto his wall and not the fridge, he could see the void in Arthur's eyes as he watched his daughter attempt to draw her mother with no memory of her. Now as the old butler went through the old papers in his quarters, he looked past the nostalgic sadness and more at...well, he didn't know what the hell that was.

Integra had drawn her father as the skinniest thing there, with a mop of yellow sticks for hair, but she took time to detail his suit. He was even there, sporting his ponytail and usual uniform, although Integra failed to give him the proper shoes. She drew her mother as a woman who is darker than her and with black hair, the long purple dress she was wearing was quite detailed in comparison to the clothing of everyone else. Integra wasn't in the picture, she seemed to have run out of space on the page. Then there was this thing, as if she scratched something out, rather violently, but whatever it is was same height as her father, probably even a tad taller.

He sighed, he had no time to inspect this piece any longer, he glanced at the clock hanging on the wall, 50 minutes after the hour. The butler folded the paper up and stuck it in his breast pocket then left the room to begin his work for the day. Integra was difficult to wake up if she slept in, and the small window of time that she would accept nutrients other than coffee was already slim enough.

That afternoon, Walter found himself standing in her office as she conducted business over the phone. The Round Table had been wearing her down more than usual, constantly scrutinizing all of her actions and even attempting to dip into her personal life. She was a woman of a very dual nature, at her meetings she maintained a controlled set of emotions, taking every jab with a pinch of salt. In person you could see her face growing red with rage, she bit the inside of her cheek as she listened to the individual on the other end of the phone. She was human after all, pulling strands of her hair out as she reluctantly listened to the extended critique of something else she did wrong. His focus came back onto her person as her herd the phone slam down on the receiver.

"He had the nerve to ask me why I wasn't responding to his tirade, then when I did, he proceeded to explain why my response was inadequate. These men have families and lives outside of the Round Table that they purposely neglect just to call me up and tell me what a shitty job I am doing" she grumbled her rant fluidly while pushing her fingers up under her glasses to rub her eyes.

"At least they had they were considerate enough to send you a Christmas card last year" Walter chuckled

"Oh, you mean the one that had 'You'll Do' written on the inside, I've never felt more appreciated in my life" she rolled her eyes, before they focused on his breast pocket. "What's that? More mail?" she asked.

Walter was hesitant to answer, "This? Just some paperwork I was planning on sorting later"

She adjusted her glasses and sat up now curious, "I still want to see it, anything that is sorted in this house goes through me, you know that. I would rather inspect every scrap of paperwork that circulates in the manor than the Round Table bringing it up later without having knowledge of the item in question.

"It's really nothing, but if you insist ma'am" he handed her the drawing.

Her face dropped into an expression of slow realization, "Oh lord" she sighed.

"It's nothing to be ashamed of, after all you gave me these in confidence that I'd keep them, and I never break a promise, although this one wasn't in the regular stack"

"Oh lord" she repeated, "Where did you find this?"

"In the car actually, I was sorting through the glove box and found it, crammed in there"

"I drew this last week"

"Last week?" Walter was rather surprised, this was in crayon and Integra had taken a drawing classes all through middle school.

"Mmhm, it's actually drawn on the back of a fax sent to me last Monday, it was a request for updated information on my finances, and I drew on it out of spite then lied then said I never got it"

"Sir Integra-"

"I know, it wasn't the most mature action, but it was either that or strangling some stranger and I don't think I can get away with that...in the daytime anyw-"

"No no, it's about the picture" he walked up and pointed to the black scribble, "What is this scribble here? I looked at it for a good 15 minutes before giving up. I can tell you started to draw something here but decided to omit it. I can't for the life of me figure out who it was originally, seeing that this is recent is it-"he dropped down to a respectful whisper" Is it Richard?"

"No, it's Alucard"

Walter wanted to laugh, it was hurting him at how much he desired to laugh right now.

"See" she continued " I tried to draw his hair, but I was still pissed frankly, he's supposed to be coming through the wall. "Walter you look like you're in pain, is everything alright"

He needed to leave, any longer and his old heart would give, I'm fine, just taking in the details a little better"

"Right, you can have it back, I honestly thought you would've discarded it in the trash upon finding it"

"I keep everything you draw, we made a deal Miss Hellsing, and I intend to hold up my end of our agreement"

Integra rolled her eyes as she stood, "Right" she glanced at her wristwatch, "I'm going to go take a quick nap before this headache sets in, wake up in 2 hours please" she instructed before making her way towards her room.

He'd have to make that an hour and 45 minutes or she'd sleep past dinner and 40 years into the future. He would need to utilize this time though, he wasn't quite finish with his filing.

Sleeping was the only habit that had remained with him in his current state, the vampire could function with or without it, but preferred to have it anyway. In his pseudo slumber, his presence would still seep into the walls and floors of the house, forever guarding and watching under the guise of sleeping. He heard the footsteps wandering in his cellar, but decided not to investigate, it was a passive body, whoever it was crouched down by his coffin and left. He grew antsy while he attempted to lull himself back to sleep, whoever came down there was staff of someone familiar enough to not serve as a threat. Sleeping was the only action that he wasn't commanded or obligated to do yet, he probably needed to seek out the intruder and send them a warning.

Lifting the lid on his coffin with ease he sat up placing a hand on the side to steady himself, he felt paper. He frowned, leaning over to rip the thing off of his precious coffin, it had been tapped there, how crude. This had to be Walter's doing, he often stuck messages onto his coffin, reminders and notes that he did not need nor care for. Although, he did appreciate the early warning concerning his masters mood, it did amuse him to toy with her a bit when she wasn't too upset.

He examined the picture and his eyes automatically locked onto the unsightly black blob drawn on a wall "Is that what she thinks I look like?" he spoke out loud in a tone of disbelief. The vampire wasn't rested enough to deal with this, so he stuck the drawing back on his coffin and went back to sleep.