Disclaimer: Yeah, I don't own them, the characters and such I only
borrowed them for my own demented fantasies and I don't have money, but I
can give you a lolly, want some? Btw, I am a vampire? Hehehehe, does that
make sense?
Some stuff: The story is well, Integra lost all of her memories that's pretty much it but then you might get confused cause the story is shifting from a person POV to another. Argh! I suck at making fics. Please review, I am an amateur after all and I won't continue this in case. there's no review. T-T damn! I am such a lousy writer.
To Remember or not to Remember
By Damned Caeli
PROLOGUE
Alucard walked back and forth across the room like an impatient father waiting in front of the delivery room. Walter on the other hand was sitting on one of the chairs outside the improvised operating room doing nothing except to toy with a wire or two but it was clear from the old man's face that he is worried as ever over the safety of his ward.
"Darn it, I've been so careless." Alucard hissed at himself stopping in mid-step and glowering at a far distance in outside the window.
"No, use blaming yourself Alucard. Sir Integra has already been attacked and wounded there's no turning back the hands of time now. Right now, all we could do is pray for her safety." Walter said stiffly. Not that he feels remorse towards the vampire but rather contempt on himself for being mentally manipulated once again to delay any rescue coming for Integra, just like the last time when she had lost so much blood and almost be on the brink of death.
"What the fuck? Pray? To whom? To God? Oh please!" The vampire snapped then he continued on walking, his boots clicking and scraping on the well-polished floors of the Hellsing Mansion. Walter made a mental note as he saw the muddied trails of Alucard's boots to the immaculate floor to clean that drat's immortal boots or have him barefoot! My poor staff, no wonder they complain so much whenever Alucard's around He thought with a smirk.
Celes on the other hand was watching the two men with keen interest. She shook her head as she relived the past events of what happened hours ago. Two vampires with ancient grudges to the institution attacked Hellsing Mansion unexpectedly. One, confronts Alucard while the other slipped into Integra's room and vehemently tortures her. Perhaps they knew too well that the best way to defeat Alucard is to hurt his master and they did so and almost killed her. She could still see the rage as Alucard beat the crap out of the vampires who had banged Integra's head on the wall.
Her eyes narrowed at the thought of Integra's death. No one would be hurt as much as her master. No one, even if he doesn't say it, it tells on his eyes, his crooked smile at her and his habitual teasing trying to send Intergra off the edge ( which seldom happens by the way ) were the give- away. Try as much as he hide it behind his loyal service to Hellsing and its institution, Alucard is smitten by his frosty master.
The doctor emerged from the operating room with a calm smile. Alucard stood and went inside to check on her, he doesn't care about medical details. They are all crap to him after all. Walter on the other hand immediately grounded the doctor with numerous questions like 'How is she?', 'Is she going to live long?', 'Is she conscious?', 'Can she smoke and drink?'
The doctor laughed, "She is fine and she can do the many things you mentioned -well yeah she needs to stop smoking but then." He paused and wiped the sweat on his brow his face suddenly becoming serious.
"What?" Walter demanded.
Inside, Alucard peered into Integra's unconscious figure, In that state, she looked harmless yet beautiful as ever. He chuckled and said, "You had me worried, I thought that I will loose you."
At the sound of his voice, Integra stirred and her blue eyes opened up groggily. Her vision was all a blur to her and she was aching all over especially on her head. Why? Her lower lip trembled as a pain shot through her as she tried to sit up.
"Master, relax for a bit." Alucard's voice said, his long and lean fingers gently pulling back the covers. She winced at that voice and cautiously she looked at the man beside her. Red eyes and satiny dark hair, such a beautiful creature.
Her mouth felt dry yet she opened it and asked a question that startled Alucard, "Who are you?" She inquired. Alucard crimson eyes widened.
"What?Amnesia!" Walter shouted from the outside of the room. "Sir Integra have amnesia?"
Some stuff: The story is well, Integra lost all of her memories that's pretty much it but then you might get confused cause the story is shifting from a person POV to another. Argh! I suck at making fics. Please review, I am an amateur after all and I won't continue this in case. there's no review. T-T damn! I am such a lousy writer.
To Remember or not to Remember
By Damned Caeli
PROLOGUE
Alucard walked back and forth across the room like an impatient father waiting in front of the delivery room. Walter on the other hand was sitting on one of the chairs outside the improvised operating room doing nothing except to toy with a wire or two but it was clear from the old man's face that he is worried as ever over the safety of his ward.
"Darn it, I've been so careless." Alucard hissed at himself stopping in mid-step and glowering at a far distance in outside the window.
"No, use blaming yourself Alucard. Sir Integra has already been attacked and wounded there's no turning back the hands of time now. Right now, all we could do is pray for her safety." Walter said stiffly. Not that he feels remorse towards the vampire but rather contempt on himself for being mentally manipulated once again to delay any rescue coming for Integra, just like the last time when she had lost so much blood and almost be on the brink of death.
"What the fuck? Pray? To whom? To God? Oh please!" The vampire snapped then he continued on walking, his boots clicking and scraping on the well-polished floors of the Hellsing Mansion. Walter made a mental note as he saw the muddied trails of Alucard's boots to the immaculate floor to clean that drat's immortal boots or have him barefoot! My poor staff, no wonder they complain so much whenever Alucard's around He thought with a smirk.
Celes on the other hand was watching the two men with keen interest. She shook her head as she relived the past events of what happened hours ago. Two vampires with ancient grudges to the institution attacked Hellsing Mansion unexpectedly. One, confronts Alucard while the other slipped into Integra's room and vehemently tortures her. Perhaps they knew too well that the best way to defeat Alucard is to hurt his master and they did so and almost killed her. She could still see the rage as Alucard beat the crap out of the vampires who had banged Integra's head on the wall.
Her eyes narrowed at the thought of Integra's death. No one would be hurt as much as her master. No one, even if he doesn't say it, it tells on his eyes, his crooked smile at her and his habitual teasing trying to send Intergra off the edge ( which seldom happens by the way ) were the give- away. Try as much as he hide it behind his loyal service to Hellsing and its institution, Alucard is smitten by his frosty master.
The doctor emerged from the operating room with a calm smile. Alucard stood and went inside to check on her, he doesn't care about medical details. They are all crap to him after all. Walter on the other hand immediately grounded the doctor with numerous questions like 'How is she?', 'Is she going to live long?', 'Is she conscious?', 'Can she smoke and drink?'
The doctor laughed, "She is fine and she can do the many things you mentioned -well yeah she needs to stop smoking but then." He paused and wiped the sweat on his brow his face suddenly becoming serious.
"What?" Walter demanded.
Inside, Alucard peered into Integra's unconscious figure, In that state, she looked harmless yet beautiful as ever. He chuckled and said, "You had me worried, I thought that I will loose you."
At the sound of his voice, Integra stirred and her blue eyes opened up groggily. Her vision was all a blur to her and she was aching all over especially on her head. Why? Her lower lip trembled as a pain shot through her as she tried to sit up.
"Master, relax for a bit." Alucard's voice said, his long and lean fingers gently pulling back the covers. She winced at that voice and cautiously she looked at the man beside her. Red eyes and satiny dark hair, such a beautiful creature.
Her mouth felt dry yet she opened it and asked a question that startled Alucard, "Who are you?" She inquired. Alucard crimson eyes widened.
"What?Amnesia!" Walter shouted from the outside of the room. "Sir Integra have amnesia?"