This is an original story.
It hasn't really got aything to do with Hellsing, the main character currently called and based onWalter is just based on one of my favorite characters from that anime and manga. I do not own him or any other Hellsing character I mention in this story, I do however own all of the original characters that are featured in this story.
The reason that I'm submitting this here at is because I want feedback and it does contain Hellsing elements in it not that many though.
anyway:
THANKS& ENJOY!
-Immortal-Memory
Walter walked down the corridor, he was limping slightly, it seemed old age hadn't forgotten about him. Lord Hellsing had summoned him to meet her at once, something which she wanted to discuss with him. Walter had no idea what it would be about, probably just the usual, documents and paperwork. He turned a corner and prepared himself to face a huge amount of paperwork, he didn't mind paperwork at all; it was just that old age didn't seem to allow him to keep going for as long as he knew he could do.
At the end of the hallway he saw huge oak wooden double doors. Integra's office. He stopped and sighed. He looked at his old hands, old and paper-like. Maybe he should retire, but it would just be too difficult for him to say goodbye to his spot here at the Hellsing organization. Besides, where would an old dog like him go? Sure, he still had some relatives here and there, well actually he only had one relative left; a niece.
The last time he had seen her, was when she was 16 years of age. It had been right after the murder of his brother James and his wife Adrianna. She came home from a normal day at school, to find her home covered in messages written in her parents' blood. The scene upstairs was even more horrifying, it would even have made the Iscariots faint headed. After she had screamed , she went hysterical and ran to the neighbours who phoned the police and told them what they thought had happened. After the police had gone through the house and carried her parents' bodies to the morgue, they took her to the downtown Canadian police station.
There they had phoned him and told him what they knew. His niece had gone into shock and hadn't said a word. She just sat there mumbling in Latin. Walter, who's skills in Latin had never been perfect, didn't understand a single word she said but he guessed it was just a motor reflex thing. After that her grandparents mothers side picked her up and he didn't hear much about her anymore.
He sighed and remembered her last e-mail:
"Dear uncle Walter,
It's been a while since we spoke to each other, huh? I just wanted to tell you I passed my finals and have graduated successfully, I'm now packing for my leave to Japan! I got accepted to Tokyo Medical university, I'll be leaving tonight and my stuff will arrive next week.
Anyway, I have to get going or I'll miss my airplane! Best of luck in England and with your job!
Lots of love:
Avril Maria Jennifer Dorne"
He couldn't help but smile at the memory of her e-mail. She had never forgotten to write him one, how she had gotten her hands on his e-mail address was still a mystery to him. Then he remembered, it was like a train hitting him in the back, his appointment with Integra! How could he forget? He knocked on the door, he heard Integra's muffled voice say "Come in", and he pushed open the door.
"What kept you Walter? Was it Alucard again?"
"No Sir, I was just walking down memory lane and lost track of time", Integra gave him a concerned look and a slight frown. She made a gesture with her hand telling him to sit down, Walter walked over to one of the chairs standing across of Integral's desk and sat himself down carefully.
"Walter, you can't keep this up. You are getting too old for this job". The words hit Walter like a bullet to the chest. Was she about to tell him to retire?
"I think it would be best for you to retire", Integral didn't want to finish her sentence. The look on Walters face was awful, it ripped her heart apart telling him this. But it had to be said, he was getting to old for this.
"Isn't there another option, apart from retirement?"
"Well…there is the option of a long break. Like a vacation, but considering the fact that you have no relatives to be staying with, it would be difficult to locate you anywhere".
"I understand Lord Hellsing…", Walter mused over the idea of a break, would Avril mind him staying with her for a few months? He hesitated, if he was to take a break it would be by short notice and maybe she wouldn't want him so close and in her personal life…
Integral looked at him sadly, yet curiously. Walter knew what she expected him to do; that was give up and retire, but he just couldn't…not yet anyway.
"I still have a niece. She now lives in Japan, if it's alright with you Lordship; I'll contact her and ask her if it's okay for me to stay with her for a while".
Lady Integral Wingate Hellsing nodded and for the first time in a long while smiled warmly at Walter.
"You do that, take a break and relax…you've earned it…"
5 minutes later he was in his quarters dialling the number his niece had left him in a separate e-mail after she had arrived at her new home. As the phone was ringing over, Walter got nervous. What was he to say? "Hello Avril, long time no see. I need to avoid retirement so can I bunk at your place for a few months?" , he could already imagine her reaction. Suddenly the phone stopped ringing and somebody answered…
"Ohayo gosaimas, watashi iie aru koko messelli ato ni beep, sumimasen…sayonara", to Walters great relief it was her answering machine. He waited somewhat impatiently for the beep to come…
BEEP
"Hey Avril, listen I know this is all short notice, but how would you feel about me moving in for a couple of months? I do have some urgency behind this message, because I need an answer by Monday afternoon…anyway…love you like a daughter and I can't wait to hear an answer. Your uncle Walter"
As Walter put down the phone he felt somewhat comforted. Sure he hadn't exactly told her why he was coming over, but it wouldn't hurt to keep certain things from her. And he didn't want to hurt her feelings either, all he wanted to do was just be able to keep his job for a few more years.
After about another two hours of work, Walter settled down and decided he should check his e-mail, as he typed in his password, something started flickering on and off on his toolbar. It was an instant messenger, he clicked it and read the message:
LOVE TO LOVE YOU BUT THEN AGAIN HATE TO HATE YOU says:
You rang?
Walter instantly recognised that Adams Family catch phrase to be Avrils. He was happy to have someone to talk to at this time of night…other than vampires.
LOVE TO LOVE YOU BUT THEN AGAIN HATE TO HATE YOU says:
You there uncle¿
When one is invisible, he dares more than others says:
Yes I'm here…
LOVE TO LOVE YOU BUT THEN AGAIN HATE TO HATE YOU says:
Got your message, shocked the living daylight out of me…if that makes any sense…( )
When one is invisible, he dares more than others says:
I don't really understand what you mean…
LOVE TO LOVE YOU BUT THEN AGAIN HATE TO HATE YOU says:
Well lets face it…you were or/and would be the last person who I'd expect to call. I mean you hardly even send me an e-mail…not that I care…
Walter paused, his fingers hovering above the keyboard. Was she sad? Was that why she decided that this was better than giving him a collect-call back? He'd always accept charges for those if it was her…
He was about to type an "I'm sorry" when Avrils new message blinked in front of him:
LOVE TO LOVE YOU BUT THEN AGAIN HATE TO HATE YOU says:
0-) relax man, all's good. It just came to me as a surprise, that's all!
When one is invisible, he dares more than others says:
…okay then…so can I stay?
LOVE TO LOVE YOU BUT THEN AGAIN HATE TO HATE YOU says:
Well…you can start packing your bags…about the staying or…moving in with me… I'm not so sure…
When one is invisible, he dares more than others says:
Oh…
LOVE TO LOVE YOU BUT THEN AGAIN HATE TO HATE YOU says:
JUST KIDDING, GOD LIGHTEN UP MAN! OFF COURSE YOU CAN COME! YOU ARE FAMILY FOR CRYING OUT LOUD! Oh damn, gotta get going. I have exams coming up again! Bye bye, can't wait to see you!
And with that said she had logged off, even before he could say anything else. He sighed and logged off as well, what was an old dog like him to do? Was he to tell her the whole truth? Why hadn't she just called him instead of waiting when he came online?
The questions buzzed around in his mind as he recalled the very first time he saw her. His niece had always been exceptional, she was one of three. They had been triplets, Enrico Julius Dorne, Michael James Dorne and then you had Avril Maria Jennifer Dorne. Doctors had proclaimed it strange that there was a girl between the two boys, he remembered the letter and the pictures. He remembered her fourth birthday and he saw her again as the twelve year old tomboy. Then he saw her again as the pale mumbling 16 year old, her brothers had disappeared, no trace of them was ever uncovered. He couldn't imagine how she felt about seeing him, especially since he never really spoke to her...
He closed his eyes and concentrated on the mental pictures he had of her. He felt himself drifting off to sleep, which was a luxury he couldn't allow himself. He tried to stay awake but his attempts were futile as he drifted off into a deep sleep…
He awoke to a warm feeling creeping over his skin. He awoke drowsily and heavy minded, last nights conversation still displaying itself on the computer screen. He got up and stretched himself, several cracks caught his ear. He ignored them, like he did every morning. He resumed his usual tasks around the organization, setting up breakfast for Integra, checking up on Alucard and Ceres. He couldn't imagine himself retired from this job, or at least he found it hard to. He just couldn't imagine what it was like, living life at ease, being able to relax every now and then. Not having to watch out for Alucards' usual tricks, not having to take care of the artillery for those two down in the basement…
He was to leave for Tokyo airport tomorrow morning at 9 o'clock. Integral had insisted on that Pip Bernadotte drove him to the airport, Walter didn't really care either way. It was all good for him, just as long as he didn't need to retire just yet. It was already late when he started packing his suitcase for the trip, he just took what he expected to be necessary; shirts, trousers, a vest, gloves, underwear, monocle cleaner tissues, a few ties and…
He looked at his murderous "dental floss" with a pained expression. Should he take it with him? What if…no! He shouldn't even be thinking about that possibility! There was no way in the seven heavens that vampires or ghouls would appear at his niece's house! But still…it wouldn't hurt him packing them, just as a little thing to feel more comfortable. He snatched them up and put them in the suitcase with the rest of his things before anything would change his mind.
He closed his suitcase and sighed heavily. What did the world have in store for an old dog like him? How could he go there for a few months and expect to be able to relax? How would he even be able to recognise Avril after not having seen her for such a long time? Why was he fearing the worst every time the word relaxation came to his mind? Why did he have sudden panic attacks whenever he thought this break was actually a good idea?
Walter took his monocle out of his eye and wiped it clean. He always did this whenever he was nervous, not that there were many occasions presenting themselves to make him feel nervous. Come what may, he had to just go with the flow…or something like that. His head felt heavy, as though he had a few thousand tons of coal inside his head instead of brains. The room started spinning. He sat down carefully and shakily on his bed. What on earth was happening to him? This wasn't the first time this week this had happened, he had these 'attacks' more and more often. He tried not to worry too much about it, old age; nothing more. If he repeated that to himself enough times, he would start to believe it.
He started nodding off to sleep. Tomorrow was going to be the big day he would get on the plane and meet his niece for the first time in a long while…
Maybe that was why he was so worked up about the trip…
He felt himself losing his conscious, he felt his eyes close. He felt his feeble mind drift away as he fell down onto the bed. Only to hit it forcefully, while he was in a heavy, peaceful sleep…
It was half past seven when he awoke the next morning. The grey England skies stretching themselves like the wings of some gigantic bird, as usual they were grey skies; filled with that eerie feeling which will cause you to start thinking about anything which just isn't happy. He didn't stretch, leaving the knots which were cramping his muscles together tightly tied. He just wandered to the bathroom and took a shower and brushed his teeth. He grabbed some clothes which were quite unusual for him; a t-shirt and just some plain jeans. He couldn't go to his niece in his work-clothes, it would be inappropriate and maybe she's be on to him quicker than a pack of greyhounds.
The knock on the door yanked him out of his musings, sending his previous thoughts into temporary oblivion.
"Come in", Walter said while he was adjusting his attentions back onto his bag full of…stuff.
The door creaked open, as if the person was unsure about disturbing him…or maybe even entering the room itself. Walter immediately assumed it was Ceres, but that would be impossible: she was a vampire! She couldn't possibly be walking around the mansion during the day time! He turned around and was faced with…RRRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGG!
Walter awoke from his slumber with a jolt. The alarm had erupted into a fanatical rampage of screeching sounds. He rubbed his temples and whacked the annoying piece of machinery with enough force to get a few dozen or so cracks in the hard black plastic. What the hell was that all about? He retreated his hand from the offended alarm clock and read the time displayed in red letters. Half past seven. Okay…STRANGE, but then again; what would you expect on this day, old dog… Walter thought to himself as he hauled himself from his spot on the bed.
He practically dragged himself to the bathroom, forced himself into the shower and tortured his hands to turn the hot water tap open. Did he have to leave? Wasn't there any other way out of retirement? Did anyone really care about his temporary leave? He washed his hair over and over again without really noticing it. By the umpteenth time of running his fingers through his now overly clean hair he decided to get out of the shower. He dressed himself into a plain T-shirt and a pair of jeans, he tied his hair back and grabbed his suitcase. He put his hand on the doorknob, but he just couldn't open the door without one more glance around the room. So he did, he threw the room another glance.
He opened the door and exited his quarters...
