These are a bunch of one-shot, Drabble-like chapters that string together to form the story of Integra marrying, starting a family, and leaving Alucard on his own. The chapters are told by Alucard [The Vampire], Integra [Sir Hellsing], and Integra's oldest child—a daughter [ Miss Hellsing] This is a very strange style, but I wanted to try it out. Don't be too mean when you review. Thanks!
Disclaimer: I do not own Hellsing or any song titles that I use as chapter titles.
{The Crow and The Butterfly}
She was no longer the little girl he'd chosen to protect.
It was a sad truth that the vampire had to face at one point or another.
He sat on his throne—the chair in the basement of the Hellsing Mansion—staring blankly at the wall. There was nothing else for him to do. It was midday, and he hated the sun, so leaving wasn't his favorite option. He just sat, thinking about how his master was sitting at her dining room table—which he'd never seen her use before him—and sharing lunch with the lowly human who'd come into their lives all on account of Alucard himself.
A small growl floated through his personal dungeon.
He had been a victim of a vampire attack. The lucky man hadn't been bitten, only injured. Alucard would've left him, even though he'd have died on the floor of the little house. Seras had felt different, and--against his better judgment--Alucard had let the fledgling vampire bring him back… back to their home…back to Sir Integra.
He should've known better.
He did know better.
He clenched his fists in anger.
It had been the little girl, his little Integra, who'd caused him to become like this. He'd been free from human emotion for so long, until she'd woken him from his death-like state on that fateful day. She'd been the reason he'd longed for an 'immortal' counterpart… fearing his own reaction if he was left alone when Integra passed on. She was the reason he'd created Seras, and thus the reason that he arrived. She was also the obvious reason that he'd stayed for so long.
Alucard drove a swift kick into his coffin that lay at his feet, sending it across the room and into the wall with a thud. He could still remember the day Integra had been clad—like an angel from Heaven—in all white. Not a dress, but still pure and virginal, untouched by anyone. He regretted this. She could've been his… she could've stayed with him forever. If only he'd acted sooner…
But now…
Well, suffice to say it was too late.
A cry rose from above him. The noise had obviously woken the tiny creature, and it was probably just as angry at Alucard as he was at it. The little pile of flesh that had assured him that he would one day loose his master, his little Integra.
He blamed all three of them, the miniature mortal…the horrid man who'd brought it to be…and his master…
He blamed all of them for the bloodied tears that streamed down his face, staining the usual pale skin a mixture of red and pink.
It just wasn't fair…
She was so happy. For the first time in a long time, the girl had smiled. She smiled for him.
And, for the first time in…he couldn't remember…. Alucard was miserable.
He stood and walked to his coffin, picking up the lid and slipping in, blocking out the cries from the horrible little brat upstairs.