12 Years:

Year One

The First Birthday:

The Hellsing Manor was packed. Guests of nobility stretching from as far as Japan came to celebrate the first birthday of Nymphadora Integra Wingates Hellsing. In a long table sat the girl with her father.

She matched his jet black hair and pale skin. The difference was that her pale skin had signs of life, and some color. She also had the sharp blue eyes of her mother that could intimidate anyone of her choice, even if she was only one year old. The girl sat in a high chair next to her father at the head of the long table, wearing a short sleeved red dress with a matching sweater. It was December after all. Her father was wearing a black dress shirt and red tie covered by a black suit. Upon his face rested a pair of black round sunglasses (the Ozzy Osbourne kind), and his trademark pedophile smile.

Alucard chuckled as he watched his daughter fiddle around with the ears of a Baby Cinnamon plush toy that Seras bought her earlier that day. He could sense she was bored, since she couldn't run around like a girl her age should. The vampire cast a glance over at her mother. She was talking with a few Japanese and American guests about some subject that he didn't care about. He took a sip of some Diet Coke through a straw. He was thirsty, but he couldn't really have blood, at least, not around guests so, he had to settle for human drinks. Suddenly, he felt the little girl pulling at his sleeve.

"Hm?" The No-Life King turned to her. She reached at him as if she were holding a cup in her hand a sputtered some baby gibberish. "You want some?" He held up the glass of Coke. She spit out some more gibberish and nodded her head yes. Her father cast a glance over at the girl's mother again, to make sure she was not looking. He gave her the glass and she sipped some through the straw, then handed the glass back to him.

Then, the guests all came for dinner. They ate, and then was time for the cake. The guests started singing happy birthday as Walter brought out a huge cake, the size of the birthday girl herself. After they finished, it was time to blow the candles out. She bent over out of her high chair trying to reach the candles. She kept bending, and bending and bending until she finally blew the candle out. The guests all said "Yay!" and clapped their hands. But I'm afraid the No-Life Princess bent over too far, for she lost her balance.

Splat.

Alucard had to bite back is laughter, while Integra slapped her forehead with her palm and let her hand slide down.

The First Word:

They were gone for two months. TWO MONTHS OF THEIR CHILD'S LIFE!! Integra was dying from the torture. Not because it was two months. But two months in Italy. Two months with the Vatican. But the good thing is, they were finally home.

As they came in the front door, the little girl came speeding out and latched on to her father's leg.

"IEEEE!!" She shouted. She let go of his leg and outstretched her arms.

"Hello to you too." Alucard gave her his usual pedophile smile and picked her up. She started muttering some baby gibberish. Suddenly, the gibberish became more refined.

"WAIT! I think she's about to say something!" Integra said.

Both parents watched eagerly as she started sputtering a certain sound.

"P-Peh-Peh-Peh-Peh"She said repeatedly.

"C'mon..." Integra whispered.

"Peeeeeh-Puh-Peh-Peeehhp-PIP!!"

Both the parents' smiles faded away. But the girl smiled happily.

"PIP!" She said. "PIPPIPPIPPIPPIP!" She kept repeating the dreaded, cursed word over and over again. "PIPPIPPIPPIPPIPPIP!"

Alucard put the girl down. His straight face turned to rage as he shouted,

"FRENCHMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNN!!"

And he ran, ran toward ze French Pig's room.

Hugs:

"HUG!!" And before Integra knew it, her one-almost-two year old had latched on to her leg.

"Nymphadora honey, please let go."

"No, baby hug!" She held on harder.

Integra started walking, but realized she couldn't go to a Round Table meeting with her new leg accessory.

"Nymphadora sweetie, please let go, Mummy has a meeting to go to."

"NO! BABY HUG!" It then dawned on Integra that Nymph wanted her mommy to take a nap with her. She also knew not to mess with a cranky one year old. Then there was the dilemma. She either had to skip one of the most important meetings in England, or anger the cranky, dangerous, No-Life Princess .

"I'm sorry sweetie, but Mummy has a VERY important meeting to go to!" She shook her leg, trying to get the half-blood off.

"HUG! HUG HUG HUG HUG HUG!!" She held on harder.

"NYMPHADORA!!" She tried getting her off to no avail. She realized that she was getting very late. Good thing she saw Seras walking by. "SERAS!"

"Yes Sir?" Integra pointed to her leg. "Oh yes Sir!" She squat down to her boss' shin. She sang a soft tune into the girl ear and she fell of. Seras caught her and stood up.

"Where'd you learn that Seras?" Integra enquired

"Master taught me, before you went to your trip to Italy." She then remember what happened after Italy...

"So that's how he gets her to go to sleep..."Integra muttered to herself. "Does the Captain still see that psychologist?"

"Yes, I'm afraid so," The young draculina responded.

"I'm sorry Seras, I must be on my way." Integra turned around and walked to the meeting.

-x-x-x-

The meeting was dull. They did not discuss any important topics at all. All Sir Integra thought about the whole meeting was how she could be snuggled up next to her baby on a queen sized bed and be dreaming about peaceful things.

"Sir Integra." One of the other snapped her out of her daydream.

"Yes?"

"Since any of this information does not concern you, we are offering you the chance to leave meeting early."

"Thank you," she said standing up. She walked out of the room.

-x-x-x-

Even though it was two in the afternoon, Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing was in her nightgown snuggled up next to her baby on a queensized bed.

She kissed the little girl's forehead and laid her head down to sleep.

"Hug." She heard the girl whisper in her sleep.

And she did.