I Do Not Need Your Pity
A Hellsing Fanfic
Sapphirewyren
Disclaimer: I do not own Hellsing.
Summary: Whatever you do, DO NOT PITY INTEGRA!
If there was one thing that Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing hated most, it was the pity of others. It started when she was young; whenever someone found out that her mother was dead, they got that look on their face. The look that said that she NEEDED a mother. The look that said 'Awww you poor helpless thing' and even at a young age, she never thought of herself as helpless. She doubted that having been raised by her mother would make any difference of the woman she was today. Integra did not love her mother, she found it was impossible to love a person who was a stranger, even if that stranger gave birth to her. Even when she visited the graves of her parents, she paid no attention to the grave of "Mrs. Hellsing". Some people may think of this as heartless, but Integra challenged them to go up to a stranger and tell them they loved them and see how odd that was.
When her father died, she could feel the looks of pity on her back, as she walked up to the casket to pay her final respects to the man that raised her. Integra was sure that she cried at the funeral because Walter had given her a handkerchief, but unbeknownst to those who attended the funeral, Integra's tears were not tears of sorrow, rather tears of joy. Her father had been sick for a while and it pained her to see a strong man bought so low. Now that he was dead, he was free from the shackles of sickness and she was happy for that. But the attendees did not know and so they pitied the twelve-year-old, who was now an orphan and commander of the Hellsing Organization. The pitying went on for weeks, until Integra was totally fed up with it. One morning a woman came and began telling Integra that she could come to her whenever she needed anything. Integra exploded; "SHUT UP! I DO NOT NEED YOUR PITY! IF I WANTED SOMETHING SO INSIPID I WILL ASK YOU, UNTIL THEN SHUT THE HELL UP!" The woman was NOT happy and thought of Integra as a little monster. The woman never forgave her for the outburst. "That was a most rude thing to say, to someone who was sympathizing with your loss, Integra" said Walter sternly. When Integra looked over at Walter, his face did not belie his stern words. "If you EVER give me that look again, I will gouge out your eyes myself, Walter" seethed Integra as she stormed out of the office.
Fast forward ten years later, Integra is standing in the middle of what used to be London. Most of the population dead or undead. Proud buildings now reduced to rubble. Instead on the sound of people going about their night, the cacophony of screams can be heard. Her manor filled with blood and the dead bodies of the Wild Geese and ghoul Nazi soldiers. All the members of the Round Table were dead. Alucard gone from existence. Walter had betrayed her. That was the part that hurt the most, the betrayal of someone who she thought was a most loyal part of Hellsing. He had been an advisor, a butler, a bodyguard, a confidant and most of all a second father. Walter had seen Integra at her most vulnerable. Now he had gone over to the side of Millennium and for what? A chance to defeat Alucard in battle? Pathetic. "Sir Integra?" Seras said interrupting the commander's musings. Integra looked at Seras and there on the draculina's face was the look of pity. "Seras, if you EVER look at me like that again, I will gouge your eyes out. After all I am in need of a second one."
Author's Note: I hope you enjoyed. Please feel free to read my other series "Winds of Change", "Alucard Discovers" and "An Unfortunate Series in Which Enrico Maxwell Suffers- A Lot". Thank you.