Author's Note- My second fic typed and uploaded today! I'm on a roll! Who-hoo! Anyway, I would like to apologize for the missing question marks on my last fan fic. The program I'm using to type seems unable to type them. Why, I don't know. I might also do a back story to that one ( to explain why Alucard turned into a teddy bear once). This one is a bit more serious. Now for the disclaimer - I do not own Hellsing or any of the characters within the following fan fic. If I did, you would never see sexy Alucard again! (Laughs maniacally in a corner.)
Three weeks. Three, bloody weeks in the dungeons of what was left of the Hellsing mansion. Three weeks of little to no contact with a single soul, of deilivered blood packs which contained the minimal amount possible, of being trapped in a mind that would not allow him rest - not that he needed any really, of having to amuse himself with stone walls and floors and a hard bench, along with what he had on his back. Three weeks in a new, strong, undead body that needed to be tested, needed to flaunted and praised... and fully fed inmore ways than one. The ex-butler heaved an annoyed sigh, blowing a strand of dark hair out of his face only to have it settle on the opposite side. He yawned long and loudly, stretching his limbs out on the cold bench to their full extent, then picked at the tip of a pearly fang in boredom.
" Bloody hell," he grumbled. He stood up, smoothed the wrinkles out of his clothes, and leaned up against the silver bars of his cell. He had learned quickly how to keep the metal from touching his body, preventing any unpleasant singeing of his skin. He smoothly placed his wrists on one of the crossbars, letting his black-gloved hands to dangle just outside of his prison, and peered as best he could down the corridor to the door at the other end. " She should have delivered my meal twenty minutes ago. What's taking her..."
That was most likely the major source of "entertainment" he had had since Millenium had fallen - Seras Victoria delivering his meals. As since none of the human members except Integra had survived the demolition of London, and Alucard was almost constantly being sent out to iradicate any remaining vampires and ghouls, the former Police Girl didn't have much choice but to take the role as "prison guard". Not that she complained. In fact she never even muttered a single syllable to him, let alone hardly looked at him anymore. In a way, he could understand that, or at least see the logic. His treason had brought the death of her French lover, a rather bitter topic, despite that the deceased mercenary still resided in her. That didn't refrain him however from greeting her with-less-than subtle innuendos, nor gazing at her lustfully under hooded eyes, actions he only thought about doing in little fantasies when he had been human. The fact that she was a glorious No-Life Queen, with so much more potential and strength than ever before, only whetted the desire he had since he first saw her. The only time she had seemed to acknowledge him, he had felt a feirce stinging down his spine, and barely caught the word "bastard" before she walked away. The harmful jolt of power had only made him shiver in mores than one...
The creak and groan of the dungeon door snapped him out of his memories, and he looked up from the floor to see the approaching figure. It was Seras as expected. But instead of a whimsy blood packet, she held a ring of keys in her shadow hand. A ring of keys he had not seen since they - Alucard, Seras, and Integra - literally tossed him unceremoniously into the cell. The young vampire stopped before the door. " Aahh... Come to finally fulfill your wanton desires, eh, love," he intoned at her, as she flipped through the ring for the right one. Seras gave him a quick, fiery glare, before returning her gaze to the keys.
" Sir Integra wants to see you - immediately. I've been sent to escort you to her office."
" I've been there more than my share of times, I doubt I'll need help finding the office. But if you've relocated I may need directions to your bedroom..."
" You are to walk no more than three paces ahead of me nor one less pace ahead of me," Seras continued as if she hadn't heard him. " If you try to run, attack, or any other suspicious tactic, I will resort to deadly force, and you will be brought back here without notice.Your meals will be delayed for a week or more." She gazed at him heatedly through the bars, keeping her voice steady. " Do you understand"
Walter leaned his face closer to hers, just mere centimeters from the oppressing metal between them. " Absolutely," he purred.
Seras appeared to keep her eyes from rolling, and slid a rusty key into the protesting lock. With a quick twist, she swung open the door, keeping as safe a distance as possible. Walter stepped out and waited for her to close the door. They then proceeded out the door of the corridor, up a flight of stairs, down another hall, and began climbing what was left of the stairwell to the upper floors. They remained absolutely quiet, mostly because had he spoken she most likely would have shoved a gun barrel down his throat. When they arrived at the door to Integra's office, Seras gave three quick raps on it's surface.
"Enter."
Seras opened the door, keeping a keen eye on the other vampire as he entered, and shut it behind them. Integra glanced up from the desk and whatever she had been working on on the computer. Her blue eyes narrowed, but she gave a reassuring nod at the younger vampire. Seras gave Walter one final glare, then gently clicked the door shut behind her as she exited the room. Walter gazed at the door only the smallest moment longer, then turned his attention to "the warden". Sir Integra blew out a plume of smoke and squashed out what little remained of her cigar. " You may come closer, Vampire." Walter - as since they both knew he was no longer the Walter she had known and she refused to address him as so unless neccesary - walked forward cautiously, until he was seven paces from her desk. A safer position than what he use to take when he had been human.
Integra crossed her fingers under her chin and peered up at him with her usual steely gaze, which had become more agressive after London's downfall.
" How surprisingly generous of you to allow me out of my cozy cell, Integra," he drawled, his words faintly bleeding sarcasm. " Were you simply curious as to whether I would answer your summons quietly," he asked with some bitterness.
" Of course not," Integra replied smoothly, completely unperturbed by his disrespect towards her. " Besides, I'm surprised that you've forgotten how generous I have been. Three times I've let you wander the grounds. Walk through the halls of the estate." Her gaze did not falter.
" Yes, a little stroll on your bombed up lawn, with Victoria breathing down my neck from the shadows. Usually I wouldn't mind such attention from the little busty Draculina, but for some reason it was rather irritating. And ruined paintings and pitiful family hierlooms don't hold my interest." His voice oozed bitterness, yet the english charm he had perfected over the last few decades fairly masked it.
" Well I would apologize for the inconveinence, but it would be in far better shape if your friends hadn't bombed the lawn or trashed the place like it was a brothel.," she replied just as sourly and with the same refinement she had perfected as well. Walter almost flinched. She was clearly reminding him of the seeds he had sown. " But I suppose theres not much I can do about it, except to try to keep my family's house together."
They stared at each other in a silent battle as to who would show the first signs of complete contempt towards the other. Integra post-poned the battle to speak. " Despite your ill-regard towards myself and my house, you have been rather... well-behaved is the best way I can put it."
" I suppose every dog has his day," he replied with a uncaring shrug that matched his now youthful form. His whole posture screamed confidence and indifference towards life. Towards the world.
" I suppose it does," she answered, still with a calm decorum. " Although I'm still rather wary about you, and obviously with good reason, I've decided that ,perhaps, you've done well so far in paying your dues." She stood up but did not move away from the desk as she continued. " I have a propsition for you, Vampire. Are you willing to hear it," she asked.
" It depends on what the rules are. Every proposition has rules, Integra."
"Yes, I'm well aware of that," she said, returning the sly smirk he gave her. She turned her head slightly away from him, solely keeping her eyes on him. " You may come in now," she called to the door to their right, which led to the library. Walter heard the doorknob click and turned to see who was there. The grin which was now trying to split his face wide open was toned down to a smirk a little slyer than the one he had worn a moment ago. Two young women, both likely around the age of twenty-five or less and undoubtedly prostitutes, poured out of the library. One was blond with her hair in little pigatails to emphasize the shoolgirl fetish costume she wore, a red lollipop trailing on her tongue as she savored it. The other was a slimmer redhead with dark brown eyes, who - ironically - wore a khaki police unifrom, and pair of black fur handcuffs at her belt. " An old friend of my father's in France was more than happy to give certain gentlemen around remaining London a 'confidence booster' as he called it. He was more than happy to lend these girls to Hellsing as a favor," Integra explained as the prostitutes waltzed closer to the vampire. " I've already told them about the 'genentic quirk' of your eyes. I'm sure they're not too shy for your tastes. Now here are the rules of the proposition. Don't make too much noise, don't do it in my room or Victoria's, and - if you can find it to be kind - don't make too big of a mess, if any at all."
He swooped down low as he made a dramatic bow, all for sarcasm, to mock his old ways, and some general degree of gratitude. " You truly are too generous, Hellsing. I'd be more than oblidged to abide such rules. I'm so... glad to receive such a reward, I suppose." The blond waltzed closer till she was not much more than two feet away, as he stood up.
" The boss told me that you said he would have red eyes," she said smoothly, a tiny french accent permeating her words. " I didn't think you were this serious." She twirled the sucker between her thumb and forefinger as they both stared at him.
" There are alot more... interesting things about me than just my eyes, my dears." He nibbled the fingertips on one hand of the redhead, who had silently become his favorite due to her costume. They giggled in an indiscreet manner, the blond nibbling on her lip as the other shivered at Walter's burning eyes. Integra cleared her throat, and the trio stopped to look at her. Her face was still poised but her her eyes flashed at the vampire with icy shards. " But you'll find that out for yourselves shortly. We must respect Sir Hellsing's time, she's busy I believe.," he said smoothly, not missing a beat. He wrapped an arm around each of their waists and turned to go.
" Remember the rules," Integra called after him.
" Would I ever break a rule," he asked coyly. Her face fell sharply. He turned away, his irrepressible grin slowly growing as they left the office. " Now, let's see if we can find a room. Please, do tell me your names..." They did not notice the long fangs beginning to pertrude very sharply from his mouth as he purred into thier ears. Nor did they notice the long pointed tongue lick the pale lips in a hungry manner...
Author's Note - Yes, I'm leaving you a little cliffhanger. I don't think I can write what comes next. Im half-tempted to just let you guys use your imaginations, but if you really want me to, I could possibly turn this into a sort of Dark Walter/ Seras thing. I rated this mature just to be on the safe side. Anyway, please tell me what you think. If you think something is off or you have ideas for new Hellsing fics, go ahead and share in the review. Thanks for reading!