THE HELLSING CHRONICLES
SAPPHIREWYREN
Ch 28. The Letter
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Walter's heart broke as he wrote the letter; he never had a heart attack before, but if he did this was what it probably felt like; a gnawing at the arteries and a stabbing sensation to the ventricles. He knew what he would later do would break her heart as well and she would not understand at first. Of course Integra would be mad, she would be royally pissed, she would be melancholy for a time, but boy would she be pissed. As he placed the letter on the dresser, he looked around at the room, all tidy and clean; he had changed the curtains and bedsheets this morning, washed the windows and even polished the brass doorknobs. Walter didn't know if the ancient manor would still be standing by the time the Major was finished with London, but amidst the rubble, flames and ashes, he knew that the letter would survive. Once Integra read the letter, everything would be made clear and she would understand why he had to do what he did.
It had been two days after the attack by vampire Nazi soldiers and their Major in a war that London in ruins. The air still had the thick smell of burning flesh, blood and gunpowder. Dust was still in the air and stung the eyes and throats of those who did not wear protective goggles and masks. Soldiers gingerly picked their way through the debris looking for survivors and dead. The only good thing was that they did not have to worry about the undead as Alucard had taken care of all of them. At the Hellsing Manor the bodies of the mercenaries and staff were carried out so that the cleaning crew could start the repairs. Among all the bustling people running about, only one stood for hours as still as a statue in the large office, only the gentle breeze that blew through a broken window and tossed the long blond tresses reminded anyone that Integra was not a sculpture. (No matter how sculptured her features may be). Just then a worker came into the office and said; "Sir there was a letter found addressed to you."
"Who is it from?"
"Walter C. Dornez."
There was a pause before the quiet response; "Burn it."
Chapter End