Title: Hellsing Comes But Once a Year
Summary: A series of one -shots about how Hellsing and their friends/foes experience this festive time of year.
Disclaimer: I don't own Hellsing.......darn.....
Chapter One
A Snow Covered Kitten
Integra Wingates Hellsing stared out of the open window at the Millennium's cat boy as he stood up to his shoulders in the cold bitter snow shivering. She sighed, just a minute ago she was sitting in her father's chair with a book and a cup of tea relaxing in front of the fireplace until she heard the sound of a small cat mewling (or what sounded like it) and now she saw her her ultimate enemy's Hitler youth boy standing in the snow hoping to come in out of the cold.
"Does he think me stupid," she thought to herself leaning against the window frame,"that just because he looks like some neko chibi boy or something that I should take him in and fix up a bed and a cream of milk for him?"
That may work for Seras Victoria but not for me!
The sharp wind chill blew up from the north and into her office, Integra shivered herself and was about to shut the window when she saw Schrodinger looking up at her with the most sweetest innocent wide-eyes she had ever seen. Great, just great, she thought again, he is pulling out the ballistics!
"GO HOME!" She screamed at him and slammed the windows shut.
The Iron Maiden walked back to her father's chair and sat down trying to enjoy her tea. The key word was trying, for over her fireplace was a big portrait of Arthur Hellsing, with his dark sagely eyes staring down at her. Baring into her soul as if he was searching for that sweet little girl that he knew before he died. She hated it, all these years of avoiding stares like that from the other Protestant Knights and close friends of Hellsing she was used to ignoring them but now to feel those same eyes in the picture of her father. She felt like she had let him down after all these years of emulating the man and what he stood for. The Integra that was young, always showed kindness to animals, even after shooting her uncle and dominating a bloodthirsty vampire -king, Integra showed a soft-spot for God's creatures that was not as distinctive as Victoria but it still tugged at her heartstrings when she would see a ghoul or two on a mission grab a little rabbit or a child's pet and tear them apart.
Animals can't scream they can't cry for help.....that is what makes them victims.....
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She placed the cat-boy on a chair next her hers and removed the blanket then placed it over his shoulders. A maid walked in carrying a bowl of cream and gave it to Schroedinger whom lapped it up quite hungrily. The maid smiled at him possibly reminding her of a childhood pet kitten, but a glare from Integra made her bow quickly and step out of the room.
"Danke 'che Fraulein Hellsing" he said happily.
"Don't get use to this," she said in her barking order,"this is just for tonight, I expect you to return back speaking no word of this to anyone first thing tomorrow morning! I trust that you will be warm enough to successfully teleport which I have figured was the reason why you couldn't leave in the first place....so...just...relax."
She sat down opposite from him, opening her book and drinking her tea. A moment of silence filled up the empty space between them, after a chapter or two, she looked up at Schroedinger and said, "Froehliche Weihnachten."
"Merry Christmas to you Fraulein Hellsing." whispered Schroedinger.
THE END
This is the beginning of a series of Christmas short stories surrounding Hellsing. I thought it would be nice to protray Integra as a animal-lover despite being kinda mean-looking and militant all the time. Oh, and hopefully you got that "Froehliche Weihnachten" means "Merry Christmas" in German. I thought that would be a nice touch.
What....you thought I didn't like her....no...no that isn't it, she is a nice woman really.....hehe, those were lies...all lies....*screen pans out to see Integra holding a gun to MegFallow's head while she is typing on her computer*
Integra: That is a good girl....now use the review button and no one gets hurt-
MegFallow: For the love of god yes please! Do you know how hard it is to clean brain matter off a computer moniter! Please review!
