Holy crap! Six reviews, most of which happened during the first two days?! ... I do believe that's a record for me. Well, so far, anyway. Well, here's the second installment to Mail Order Mistress (ha ha. M.O.M.) Hope everyone likes it. I will warn you, though. I typed this up while running a 100 degree F. temperature. So, if it's a little fucked (excuse my language) in places... Yeah. That's why.
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Starring Lady G: EEk?! It has? Thank you, Macy-chan!
Tensai-chan:... is searching for said plotline err... yeah. Plotline. Right. Needs one of those. It WILL appear sooner or later (I have one in mind, but it'll be vague until it slaps both the author and whoever is reading it in the face. (don't worry, it'll hit me first, believe me.) And thank you for the compliments. I hope you continue to read and enjoy.
flynalien:glad I could humor you then. Don't worry! I will continue the story. For the story MUST go on. (okay, enough Moulin Rouge for me.)
BigKwell: I can't wait either! My fingers itch to continue...! (especially after 6 reviews so far!)
asdf:...I'm not much of an AxI fan. In fact, I'm NOT an AxI fan. Sorry. Though, now that I look at the whole picture of this story, there is some slightvery slight AxI stuff going on. That is, if you're looking in the right light. Guess I'm not so biased after all...
raefactor: thank you for being the very first to review my story! And what a long review, not to mention helpful. I didn't think twice about the laptop thing, until I read your reveiw. Let's just say that she was very busy, and couldn't find enough time. Oh, and I think you'll like Walter's reaction.
Thank you all for reviewing and I look forward to seeing new opinions, comments, and constructive criticism.
-Wolf And Bo Mistress
Mail Order Mistress
ch.2
Walter stared blankly at the bright screen in front of him in utter disbelief. Integra Hellsing. Hellsing.
Hellsing was in Bram Stoker's novel. Hellsing was a vampire slayer. Vampires... didn't exist.
Well, then again, he had always had his suspicions about– Holy mother of Jesus. Alucard, Dracula.
If there was ever a moment in time where Walter C. Dornelaz felt like fainting, it would have been now.
Then again, maybe Alucard's parents just had a vampire fetish or something, and Miss Integra's found Hellsing a much better last name than their previous.
Shaking his head to clear away the unbidden thoughts, Walter quickly typed back a reply complementing her pretty- yet very long- name. Then, unable to help himself, he asked her what her family business did.
After a few minutes of waiting, he got the reply he most dreaded:
I shall tell you when we meet, Walter.
Below the message, there was a time, and an address that Walter quickly copied to a scrap piece of paper that just happened to be around (and he always kept a pen on him, just in case). He vaguely recognized this address, but dismissed it and concentrated on the task at hand, which was replying with a polite thank you, yes ma'am, and a final goodnight. After receiving a goodnight in return from his employer, Walter shut down the small laptop, and turned to the bed. It looked so welcoming at the moment... He had stayed awake too long.
Setting his alarm clock to an hour and a half before the time he was supposed to meet Ms. Integra (he guessed she wasn't married, if she were, why wouldn't have the man sent out a request?), Walter collapsed onto his rather messy bed and fell into a sleep filled with dreams of vampires, a woman with long ash colored hair, and blood.
It really didn't help that his hair was still wet from the shower. It really didn't. Walter was all ready for his meeting, but his hair was deciding to be a pain in the neck. Growling to himself as he began tying his black tie underneath the collar of his black with white pinstripe long-sleeved shirt. He then examined himself in the mirror. A little dark, but approachable, he thought. Damn good if he were to be arrogant. That was, if his hair wasn't still wet!
Glaring at the object of his current despisal, he began thinking of ways he could fix his problem. If he had a blow-dryer, there was a good chance he would risk looking like he had an afro, but fortunately, he did not own one. So, he decided tying it back like he usually did would be the best option. It would help his employer recognize him. After all, he had it pulled back in the picture he sent her, if his memory was correct.
The ponytail was a little messy, and a few strands fell into his hair, but it only made the John Bull look better. Attaching his chained wallet to the belt holding up his black jeans, Walter began making his way out to meet this Integra Hellsing. He could only hope he made a good first impression.
Integra glared at her 'pet' vampire.
"Servant, you mean to tell me you know this Walter?"
"Yes. And he's... almost perfect for the job that you are seeking a worker for. You have nothing to worry about from him. If you did, do you think I'd let you go to meet him?" the vampire in red smirked back. The sun was up, and he was tired, but he could not let the woman-master in front of him to know.
Integra narrowed her eyes, then rubbed the bridge of her nose between her eyes in frustration. This could only make things a little more complicated.
"Does he know what you are, servant?"
"No, but I assume that he has his suspicions."
Integra searched for her cigar case, and upon finding it, pulled one out, clipped off the end and placed it in her mouth before searching for a lighter. The vampire beat her to it, and snapped his thumb and middle finger together to create a black flame, and held it towards her. Integra, thankful, but unwilling to admit so, leaned slightly forward to light the death stick currently in her mouth.
"Master?"
"Yes, Alucard?"
"What time did you say you were to meet Walter?" The vampire named Alucard
Integra, looking up at the clock, sighed roughly in aggravation, and stood before walking to her room and to her wardrobe. She had already picked out an outfit to wear to this meeting, and fortunately, Alucard or a maid hadn't come in to move it elsewhere. It was formal enough, but not formal like the suits she usually wore around the mansion. Besides, the restaurant, Bon Son, wasn't very formal.
She personally knew the owner to the restaurant and he had eagerly reserved a secluded table for two near the back of the place for the 'Hellsing Princess' as Tammy would call her.
Looking over her shoulder, and all around for that matter, to make sure that the vampire wasn't around to get a free strip tease (though, he would only be teasing himself), Inegra sighed and quickly shed her business suit and pulled on a white tailored, long-sleeved shirt, a black sleeveless pinstriped over-jacket, and a pair of black slacks. She wore her normal dress shoes underneath, and pulled a chain cross necklace over her head and around her neck. The cross dangled just above the swell of her breast.
A low whistle sounded behind her as she pulled her hair out from under the necklace and over her back. Her eyes narrowed in aggravation as soon as she heard the very low note fly over and into her ears.
"You must really like this man, my master..." The vampire behind her chuckled, "I haven't seen you dress so finely, even for that Vatican pig."
Luckily for him, Alucard phased through the floor before a silver bullet shot through the area where his crotch was only milliseconds before. His resounding laugh echoed throughout the room as Integra replaced her lit cigar onto her lips. Mumbling angrily to herself around said cigar, she called her driver to prepare her Bentley and two bodyguards for her departure.
Alucard never called anyone 'good' or 'perfect' and for his and Walter's sake, Walter had better be as the vampire said. Otherwise, she'd have to do this whole damn search thing anew.
And what a bother that was.
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So, what do you think? I think I should start writing longer chapters. They're so short, in my opinion... I'm going to try and make the next chapter well over 2000 words next time and escalate from there. Until then... Review if you like, it encourages me to update faster.