A.N
Long time no see right? Many shit happened in my life which made me bash my skull in every fucking possible way but hey now I'm back and you know how they say:
Flying past the road
Rid of the feeling of depression
Ah! Riding the horse at full speed
Whistling with his sword high in the charge!
Ah! Riding the horse at full speed
Whistling with his sword high in the charge!-The Don Cossacks song
"I should be sleeping…" Integra mumbled as she stared at Andrew.
"We should be sleeping aright now but after the shit that happened not so long ago it's hard for me to not dream about pulling Sir Irons's teeth." Andrew replied while shrugging his shoulders.
Who could blame Integra for not sleeping after what happened today? In just one day she witnessed her men butchered, eaten alive, then reanimate, then butchered alive again, then she had to execute them one by one like she was some fucking Russian commissar!-I like Russian commissars 3
Andrew on the other hand simply couldn't sleep; murderous imagines can keep you up at night, not because he was afraid of them but because he couldn't stop imagining that!
So here they were, staring at each other, Andrew with is more than disturbing makeup and outfit, and Integra in her silk night outfit.
"I seriously need to sleep…but every time I close my eyes I see their faces staring back at me…"
"Guess its normal, after all that cunt-of-a-man made you kill your own soldiers."
Integra scowled "Don't remind me…"
"Cheer up boss, next time that cunt talks shit to you again I will personally feed him his teeth!" Andrew said in one of the most cheerful tones Integra heard. She smiled back at his huge eternal grin and placed her hand on his hand, slowly stroking him and making his long messy hair even messier.
"Go to sleep, you've earned it." Andrew said.
"I will….but your voice is so beautiful…creepy but beautiful, so would you mind singing me something else?" Integra asked, slightly ashamed by the apparently childish request.
"My pleasure."
With that said, Integra placed herself on a nearby couch, her head and hands resting on a pillow while Andrew placed himself on the floor, looking at the ceiling, thinking of a song he knew.
This where it's worth to mention the retarded and disturbing amount of songs he knew. Playing piano? He was a pro at it.
ISIS war songs? He knew "My Ummah dawn has appeared", "Soldiers of Allah" and "Salil Sawarim".
German war songs? A shitload of them.
Russian war songs? Of course!
So what the hell would he sing?
"Tell me Integra, do you like old music? Like, old Romanian music?"
"…I guess so…"
"Very well!" Andrew said before he cleared his throat. This is when his tentacles started playing one of the most relaxing instrumentals Integra heard. This is then Andrew started to sing softly:
"Du-ma acasa, mai tramvai, Noaptea se lasa in mahala, Pai... Noaptea se lasa in mahala,
Du-ma acasa, ce mai stai?
Du-ma la casuta mea,
Cu portita si cismea...
Pe strada noastra e pustiu!
La o portita sta cineva,
Si ma asteapta ca sa vin!
Du-ma acasa, mai tramvai,
Du-ma acasa, ce mai stai?
Du-ma la casuta mea,
Cu portita si cismea...
Pe strada noastra e pustiu!
La o portita sta cineva,
Si ma asteapta ca sa vin!"
By then end of the song, Integra was asleep. Even if she didn't understood Romanian, the combination of the absolutely beautiful instrumental and Andrew's voice made her fall asleep right away. Smilling to himself he spent the next 5 minutes looking for a blanket to cover the sleeping Integra before he took his criminal ass to the warm bed.
Andrew's sleeping habbit was very unsual.
He didn't need more then 7 hours of sleep and he ent to sleep early, so he was up and running even before the sunrise. During that time he was found in his room, talking with the tentacles, arguing with Alucard or sharpening his knife.
The Hellsing Estate was itself quite at night, especially after the past events which left Andrew and Sir Irons with a gurdge against each other.
„What a cunt ..." Andrew thought as he looked outside the window. The sun was starting to win the ethernal campaing against the night. He sighed as he licked his scars and tried to concentrate on the beat of his headphones.
„...Hi?"
Andrew turned to face his door which was curently closing behind Samantha.
He really loved when people were coming to him, if they wanted a fight it was easy to piss them off!
„Well, well, well! How ya doing my not-so-beloved sister?"
„I came here to...thank you..." She said as she nervously toyed with her fingers. She hated to admit but Andrew really helped her back there.
„Well strap me to a biscuit and fuck me with a gay raccon if that isn't just cute!" Andrew said happily. „Come on, don't just stand there like a fucking prisoner, there is plenty of room on the bed! " He continued as he motioned to his sister to come and join him. She slowly and unsurely started make her way towards the bed.
It was way too silent to be a pleasant atmosphere and Samantha had no shame in admiting it by staring at her brother's...wonderful choice of makeup.
„You miss them right? I know you do...maybe you miss them as much as I do." Andrew broke the silence as he stared blankly at one of his tentacles.
„...I trully do..."
„You and me both...I mean you guys welcomed me with your arms open and I fucked everything up...I'm sorry..."
„...You should be..."
Andrew groaned as he rubbed his face and collapsed onto the bed. „Why are you keep reminding me this...I did everything I could...What was your contrinution? Huh? You were lying in a pool of your own blood when I found you so stop blaming all this shit on me!"
"W-What was I supposed to do?!"
"Anything...You know what? Fuck it, what's done is done…" Andrew said and with that another good minute of weird silence followed in which he kept staring at the ceiling while his sister toyed with her fingers.
"Do you think they are…proud of us?" Samantha asked as she looked at her brother.
"Oh but of course they are! I mean what parents wouldn't be proud if they saw their daughter being an undead creature and their son being a psychopath! No, no dear…They are not proud of us but that doesn't mean we can't make them proud!"
"How?"
"We can start by ceasing all those arguments between me and you, after all you are my sister and you are a damn good one, of course with your bitchy moments but that's another story for another time. The thing is, we grew up together and now we need to fight together if we want to live. So what do you say, sisters?"
"Very well, baby brother, and the next step?"
"Quite simple, we make Integra proud and by that we make our parents proud of us! We stop other vampires from destroying other families with their never ending bloodlust!"
"I like how that sounds."
"We all do, anymore questions?"
"No. I think I should be going, Alucard might get pissed if I make him wait."
"Tell your asshole boyfriend to stop pissing me off or I'll gauge out his eyeballs and skull fuck him!"
Integra stared at what was left out of her force. She sighed, those mercenaries were going to arrive in 2 days and Sir Irons said that the Round Table Thingy needed a new meeting because that one went so beautiful!
She still giggled as she remembered Andrew's talk with Sir Irons(I know I failed his name the last chapter D) but it was obvious that the particular part of that glorious day really fucked up their relationship, and now Sir Irons wants to hold a new meeting! Out of security reasons, she needed guardians and most of her men were dead.
"That's some fucked up foreplay isn't it?" –Buck, Far Cry 3.
"Alright, Sir Irons has decided that a new council must be held and this is why we have been invited to his mansion." Integra said as she looked at her remaining soldiers.
"And?" Andrew asked.
"The meeting is tonight and I want to make it perfectly clear, to each and one of you that we need to behave exemplary."
"So I'm staying home, cool!" Andrew said happily.
"I'm afraid not Andrew, you and Samantha are coming with me."
"Do you honestly think it's a good idea to send Andrew in the same place with Sir Irons?" Samantha asked.
"I don't pay you to question my plans, plus, I am more than sure that Andrew will behave, right Andrew?" Integra asked as she glanced at Andrew who was busy mumbling curses.
"Umm, yea yea! Sure!" He replied with a nervous chuckle. Integra sighed.
"All of you are dismissed, except for Andrew and Samantha." She said before Alucard and Walter exited her office. Andrew waited until the door closed so that he could look Integra dead in the eyes and say:
"Just because Snoop Dogg get's high that doesn't mean you should get high too! Me?! In a mansion with that cunt?! I think I made it perfectly clear that I have nothing against blowing that fucker's brains out!"
"Yes you did Andrew, and this is why I'm taking your sister with us too. She is going to stay with me during the meeting, while you will…well…I don't know, we will call you if they want to meet you."
"What do you mean?"
"You didn't make a…pleasant first impression…"
"Well in that case Integra I'll have you know that I don't look down on blacks, Christians, atheists, Muslims, rich people or politicians, and you don't wanna know why?"
"Why?"
"Because in my eyes, they are equally worthless."
Fuck London weather.
You wanna know why? Of course you wanna know why! It is because of the rain man! Of course, Andrew loved rain but he loved to sit under a tree and get drunk with the smell of wet soils, grass and wood, not to have his head leaned next to a car window as he stared at the raindrops, trees and the moon.
Fashion sense, huh, every huge ass mansion was surrounded by woods and this is where it is worth mentioning that Integra's mansion was BIG ass, but Sir Irons mansion was HUGE ass! It is a difference you know?
Andrew could tell that from the fact that they weren't even there and he could already have a decent view of the huge ass building. He sighed heavily and slumped in his chair.
People have so much money to waste on huge ass retarded and completely unnecessary buildings yet we still complain about world hunger!
Integra turned her head to look at her new agents. Samantha was in her usual Hellsing uniform, staring outside the car's window or at her brother while Andrew had his hands folded at his chest as he stared blankly out the window. His outfit wasn't really changed, only cleaner.
The same dark purple coat which was covering the dark blue hoodie with a crimson interior and the plain dark T-shirt. His jeans were clean, his leather gloves the same, the only bad part was his painted face and mud and blood stained heavy boots.
She found herself smiling at his look, she didn't knew why but there was something charming to it, something that made her feel normal. Maybe the difference between herself and him?
She, a faithful servant of her country and Queen, and him, who called the leader of the Round Table Council a cunt and a cocksucker. She, who dresses elegantly, who talks like a queen, who barely shows her emotions and him, a downright creepy makeup on his face, a totally care-free attitude most of the time and who has nothing against the fact of calling the Queens herself a bitch right in the face if she ever talked bad to him.
Hell, even his makeup was a work of insanity, uneven black paint spread around his eyeholes made them look like darkness was coming out of them and the smile…that painful smile…she cringed every time she saw the dark red paint applied directly to the opened cuts.
When they arrived at their destination they were welcomed by Sir Irons himself-followed by a huge number of guards-which right away had a staring contest with Andrew, who was won by our loving Joker of course. After that Integra, Samantha and Walter were lead to the meeting room.
Andrew remained alone. He sighed and shoved his arms in his coat pockets.
"Boys, guess we need to go exploring…"
If the mansion seemed huge at the outside, the inside was like a fucking maze designed by someone who was surely molested in his childhood because Andrew couldn't find a logical reason which would lead someone to design such an abomination of rooms and hallways!
And the paintings… Oh the paintings… Their lifeless eyes stared at Andrew on every hallway and at every turn! He even got in an argument with one which ended with Andrew pointing a finger at The Virgin Marry saying:
"You get your head together and say that the Virgin Marry is real, or I am going to pull your fucking guts out your vagina!"
Andrew sighed heavily as he continued his walk through the mansion, staring at nothing but his feet as they dangled in the air because the tentacles were supporting him.
Suddenly his stopped as he collided with someone.
He lifted his gaze and stared down at a girl. She looked like she was in her 17, she had flawless skin, big blue eyes and brown hair caught in a neat ponytail. Her nice body was covered by a long blue dress, a white shirt and a very nice blue scarf.
Of course that Andrew's friendly appearance left her speechless as she stared at his horrible makeup. He sighed as he offered his hand but she simply kept staring at him.
"Are you fucking serious? Come on I won't bite!" He said annoyed. The girl slowly grabbed his hand and got up.
"Name's Andrew by the way."
"O-Oh! Sorry but…you scared me…you really scared me…My name's Elizabeth."
A.N
Alright…in the name of Comrade Stalin and Comrade Nicolae Ceausescu I apologize for this absence but you gotta understand…personal shit….and shit…
NOOO! PUT THAT PISTOL DO-
Ill try to be more active I promise! But I gotta to admit…ITS GOOD TO BE BACK MOTHERFUCKERS!