Came up with this after watching Back to the Future, all of them. And having a Rp with my friend Rei, and inspired by Hermes' Wings Were Black by Death-in-orchard, (Doing a fantastic job on writing, girl!)
This chapter is short, but the next one will be longer.
The Hellsing rubbed her head as a major headache formed in her head, she could fell the ground under her, her vision blurred, but she fought against unconsciousness. She could make out the voice of her servant, Alucard, but his voice was less...Cocky and load, and more fragile, as if he was nervous.
She could make out two more voices, two voices of men, one young, and the other had to be one of a middle-aged man.
She lost the fight against unconsciousness, and her vision when blank.
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"Shes waking up." Integra heard Alucard's voice again as she woke up, she felt a bed under her, soft and comforting. She opened her eyes.
The room around her was like the Hellsing informatory, but much more...Old fashion then she remembered. She looked over at the three that she heard when she passed out. Alucard was the first to catch her attention, he wasn't in his normal flamboyant red trench coat and suit, but in a skin tight, black jump suit, made out of belts.
"Alucard?" Integra breathed, she jumped when she felt the wet rag from her head move, she looked over.
The rag was in the hands of the younger man, but he looked very familiar. The vest, the gloves, the dark hair, it was Walter, but much, much younger.
The other man had blonde hair, blue eyes, he looked much like her, but she didn't recognize him, she thought for a moment, he looked a lot like...
"Are you feeling better, ma'am?" he said.
Abraham van Helsing, even though she had never seen him in person, there was a picture in the dinning hall of Hellsing of him.
'But how the hell? What?' Integra thought.
"Miss?" Walter said, putting the rag back on her forehead after wetting it.
"Um. May I ask where I am?" Integra shivered with fear a bit, feeling the world around her was not as familiar at all, even though she was in her own house.
"You're in Hellsing, you were found collapsed out in the garden." Abraham said, holding a expression between a smile, and a frown.
Integra breathed heavily, this was a dream, a really messed up dream, she just needed to wake up from this nightmare. And she closed her eyes without another word to the worried men.