Of Brass knuckles and cigars
A Hellsing FanFic
Sapphirewyren
Author's Note: I do not own Hellsing; I wish I did
A/U: Takes place whenever
"Why do you smoke cigars?"
"Because I want to."
"Bah! That is a lie. Do you smoke them because it reminds you of being daddy's little girl?"
"What do you know about being daddy's little girl? From what I understand, your parents abandoned you." Integra blew a puff of cigar smoke in Enrico's reddening face.
"DON'T YOU DARE SPEAK ABOUT MY PARENTS! IT'S NOT MY FAULT YOU SUCK CIGARS LIKE YOU SUCK…." WHAM!
Enrico was flat on his back.
"Walter! We are leaving, the little swine has pissed me off."
Father Renaldo sighed as he watched the Hellsing commander leave.
"Maxwell, when will learn to behave yourself around that woman?"
No response from Enrico because he was too busy swallowing his teeth.