Today's lucky one is Walter. And please forgive any grammar/spelling errors, as english is not my native language.
Warnings for this chapter: I can't think of any. Maybe a very, very slight spolier alert
Hellsing is not mine. Never was, never will be.
Age
Walter walked down the hallways of the Hellsing manor, heading for Sir Integra's office. As he held the tea tray, he wondered what would be of his Master when the old butler was gone. True, he still felt at his prime, but there was no use in lying to himself. He wasn't getting any younger.
As if to further prove his point, Captain Pip Bernadotte and Seras Victoria walked passed him, chatting and laughing. Of course miss Victoria didn't need to worry about growing old and dying, and Walter envied her for that. His oportunity to become a child of the night himself had vanished long ago.
But maybe not everything was lost. Maybe he still had a chance.
Yet again the image of a crumbled piece of paper laying at the bottom of one of his drawers came to the butler's mind. Perhaps it was time to pay the Mayor a little visit.