AN: hey everybody! Nice to meet you! This isn't the first story I've ever written, but it is the first I'm posting here, so please be nice, miss Silent-Echo is still learning. X3 a huge thanks to my beta reader, without whom, this story never would have been! I do not own any part of Hellsing or Hellsing ultimate, only my oc, Valeriya. Thanks for taking a look, and please enjoy!
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Cold. That's all she could feel. The blessed daggers still littering her torn body. Lying on the cold ground, her body was cushioned by the grass around her. She had tried running, but that never worked, and she hadn't had any weapons to protect herself at the moment of attack.
"So ye thought you could get away from the instruments of the almighty god of the Iscariot organization? Ye thought wrong wee lass." A deep baritone voice laced with an Irish accent said. Father Anderson's looming shadow was closing in on her as she used all her strength to roll over and attempt to crawl away.
"In the name of God, this vampire, Valeriya Wilson shall be banished to eternal damnation, amen!" he shouted with a cackle as another metal blade pierced her shoulder. Valeriya saw the shadow of another dagger, about to be brought down on her head. Bracing for impact, and ready to finally welcome death, she readied herself for the final blow, but it never came, instead, gunshots sounded, and metal hit metal. Once again gathering her strength, she rolled and saw the blade of the weapon shatter into shards, scattering everywhere. Looking across the open field where she lay dying, was a man in a red coat and hat with circular orange glasses. The man was holding up a pistol, and was ready to fire another shot at any moment.
"Well well, Father Anderson, I knew I smelled hypocrisy around somewhere." Her savoir said, breaking the silence.
"Alucard, it's been a while no? Should we resume our lest fight, er will ye let me do my job here ferst.?" He said, pivoting on his heel.
'Alucard? As in the no life king? This is even worse, how bad can tonight get?!' she thought as she attempted to crawl away once more. This time, there was no more she could do than stare as all of her strength was gone.
As gunshots and metal against metal sounded throughout the field, she closed her weary eyes; she was losing far too much blood to survive at this point, and quite frankly, was exhausted.
Coming back into consciousness, she cracked her eyes open to see the caped man slowly walking toward her. Valeriya's breath quickened and her eyes darted around, trying to find any means of an escape.
"Calm down. I will not take your pathetic life. I will however give you an option I don't think you have any room to deny at the moment." He paused a moment as she gazed up at him. "Come back with me to Hellsing headquarters. Someone there will take care of you and in return for your life, you will serve my master."
She thought a moment about his offer, he was right; she was in no position to refuse. so she took it.
Nodding her head once in acceptance, he understood and moved to pick her up. As his large hands gently mover around her body, she clamped her eyes shut in fear. For being the No Life King, he sure was gentle. This surprised her.
For the next while, she slipped in and out of consciousness and when she finally felt the warmth of a house around her, she inwardly smiled to herself.
Another voice was heard in the room.
"My my Alucard, what have you brought home this time, it seems you have a knack for finding women near death." This voice was warm and gentle, nothing like the man who had brought her here. He chuckled a bit to himself before awaiting a response from the man in red. Even though she longed to see who this voice belonged to, she didn't dare open her eyes, people were not her forte, and usually she tried to avoid them at all costs.
"She's dying Walter; you need to clean her up before I decide to put her back where I found her."
"Of course sir, just lay her on the spare bed in the guest room near my quarters while I gather supplies to treat her. I shall be there momentarily."
By this time, Valeriya's heart was racing, and she could barely find her breath. Alucard stepped through the walls and into the guestroom. Laying her down gently on the bed, he scoffed and exited the room with a muttered "This could be somewhat interesting."
Swallowing hard, Valeriya used her remaining strength to open her eyes enough to see around the room. The walls were a light brown, and it seemed the furniture and decorations were set in accordance to the colour scheme of browns and neutral colours.
Just as she was surveying all of the things in the room, the door slowly swung open and in walked a tall man holding a basin of water and some other supplies. He was somewhat lanky with black hair tied in a ponytail. The glasses that were perched on the bridge of his nose were slightly falling down and a few strands of his dark hair were loose from the ponytail on his head. He was dressing in a whit dress shirt with a black vest and black trousers. No doubt a worker in this house.
Could this be the owner of the gentle voice she heard earlier? No, it couldn't be, she thought to herself. As she was deep in thought with a million questions, her face scrunched up with a confused look. He took a few steps towards her and saw her violently flinch and try to inch away as he got closer.
Walter stopped and placed the items on the floor before placing his gloved hands up in an attempt to show her he was harmless. Even still, she slowly scooted away until her back met the headboard of the bed.
"Miss, I will not harm you, there is no need to be frightened. You are safe now." Taking another step towards her, he saw her eyes widen and she leaned her head down, causing her long raven hair to fall into her face.
"My name is Walter C. Dornez, I am not a threat to you, please, I need to treat your wounds soon, and you've already lost a considerable amount of blood."
Curling her body, she cradled her wrist close to her chest; it was bent in such a way that the back of her hand was nearly touching her arm. She was sure no wrist should look this way. Looking up, her chocolate brown eyes met his blue ones and for a moment her fear wavered slightly and she began to believe what he was saying. He crept towards her, his hands still in position until he was close enough to hold his hand out and wait for her to give him her wrist.
"I'll not hurt you miss, I only wish to help, now please, let me see."
She slowly handed her wrist over to him and he gently took it in his own hands, surveying the damage. Still, she trusted no one, and she wasn't about to start now, that was how people got hurt, or worse, killed.
"It seems you've hyper extended your wrist and popped the bone out of the socket, I'm going to need to pop back into place, alright?" he asked in a quiet voice, trying not to frighten her even more than she already was. She gave a small nod and inhaled a shaky breath while closing her eyes.
"Alright, then on the count of three. One, two, three!" a loud pop sounded through the room, but it was covered by her shriek of pain. For a moment, the pain shot through her arm, but then began to subside.
"Good. Now let's take a look at all of those nasty daggers shall we?" he placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, and she flinched. Though she flinched, she understood what he was asking and laid down, her dark hair contrasting with the white colour of the pillow.
Walter removed his black gloves as he counted the number of metal blades littering her body. He counted a total of five. There were two in her thigh, one in her hip, another through each shoulder.
"Alright, all of these need to be pulled out; your body cannot just expel them like normal bullets. I will begin removing them in a moment."
He walked to the supplies he had set down earlier and brought over the basin of water, a wash rag, and some gauze. He continued to dip the rag into the water after rolling up the sleeves of his white dress shirt.
Taking hold of one of the daggers in her thigh, he inched it out and quickly covered the wound with the washcloth. Valeriya hissed at the pain of the warm water on the wound.
Trying to distract her from the pain, he began to make small conversation with the woman.
"My apologies miss, but I don't believe I caught your name." he said quietly.
"I-it's Valeriya. My name is Valeriya Wilson. Would you mind telling me just where I am?" she said as he pulled out another dagger and wiped it clean then placed gauze on it.
'Good, only a few more.' She thought.
"You are currently at Hellsing Manor my lady. As I have said before, there is no need to worry; no one here will harm you." He smiled down at her and she was taken aback by his smile.
She let out a strangled cry as another blade was pulled from her shoulder. Looking down at the basin, Val could see the once clear water turning a deep crimson color.
"Just one more then you will be all done." Once again, she noticed the pleasant smile gracing his aged face.
True to his word, the last dagger was taken from her body and she let her muscles relax as she closed her eyes and felt his gentle hands tending to her wound.
"There, All done." She watched him cautiously as he dried his hands on a clean rag. "I will take care of this mess and return momentarily."
Valeriya watched as he gathered all the supplies and exited the room. Within a few minutes he was back and was carrying a bucket filled with ice and red medical bags filled with blood. Walter set the bucket on the table next to the bed and began to stroll away.
"You should drink these; you've sustained quite a loss. Tomorrow morning you can wash up and get some new clothes on, but for now just rest and drink." He was halfway out the door when he turned his head to look at her with a smile.
"Goodnight miss Wilson." And with that there was a thud from the closing door and he was gone. For a moment she could do nothing more than stare at the door. When she regained a hold of her thoughts she shook her head and panned her vision over to the bucket. She sat thinking to herself. This Alucard character had the potential to be an ass, but this Walter had to be different, he didn't seem like Alucard. She had to admit he was kind, he took care of her wounds and brought her food, but still she needed to be cautious around these people, she knew nothing about them and could be working with Iscariot for all she knew.
Deciding that she was in no state to be thinking such complicated thoughts, she reached a weak hand over to the bucket and grabbed a blood bag. She brought it close to her face, examining it.
'How in the hell do I eat this damned thing?!' she yelled in her head. Looking to the table, she saw something she hadn't noticed before, a straw. Walter must have brought it with the buckets.
"Huh, guess I'll just use this." She said picking up the plastic straw and poking it into the bag. Drinking greedily, she downed all four of the bags that were brought for her and fell asleep on the soft mattress.
AN: it looks like Vals gotten herself into quite a bind, how will she go on, what will happen next? Find out in chapter two, coming soon to a near you!