[ Mentions of blood-drinking and sex. All is brief and without any detail. There is also a mention of Walter x Alucard, because I'm trash. ]


Walter C. Dornez had been alone for as long as he could possibly remember. In his youth, he had joined Hellsing, and any memories before that were muddled at best. His family was long gone, without any real memory now, and as for his 'arranged family' at the Organization, it was bitter and strange and small.

Sir Integra, Alucard, Seras Victoria… was there anyone else?

Probably not. The human soldiers that were among them meant nothing to him, disposable and fragile as they were, and most of them would die long before anyone could form a connection with them.

Integra was, perhaps, a cold-hearted employer at best. He knew that she probably cared for him, as a butler and a mentor, as someone who had helped raise her after Arthur had passed away, but there would never be more to it. She looked at him and saw her family's retainer. He looked at her and saw Arthur's daughter, the Iron Maiden, pretty in her coldness but ultimately a child in comparison to himself.

It was nothing.

Alucard was a beast to the very core. They had shared something, a fairy tale ago, during Warsaw, but whatever it had been had dried up right along with World War II, and now he'd no clue where they stood apart from old friends and rivals in battle. Sometimes, when he felt the most alone, he would offer up his blood to the vampire in exchange for scattered kisses and company. From time to time, during those evenings when he was lonely and allowed the old Count to drink from him, they had even ended up in bed together. It was pleasant, he never tried to deny that, and for a time it did allow him to forget just how alone he was, but he knew that it was all about that precious red liquid for Alucard - it wasn't about Walter or matters of the heart.

It was nothing.

Seras was a sweet girl, she had been ever since the day that Walter had met her, and it had more than likely been the same before that. She was kind to him, and he to her, and there was an understanding of politeness and soft smiles when one knew the other was upset. Still, she was young and eternal, and he was slowly dying - for a lack of better words. No matter how much he could joke about her being the rookie, he the veteran, it stung his heart to know that, some day soon - maybe in a few months, maybe in ten years - he would be the one to end up six feet under, and Seras would sleep peacefully in her coffin, knowing that she never had to fear such a fate. Their friendship was temporary and professional, always.

It was nothing.


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