As it stands, I'm lying to myself. After Integra died I swore that there
would never be another, and that I'd never mess up the way I did with her.
Ten years have passed and history is repeating itself. She had a sister, to
think that the little girl that awakened me and the cold hearted woman she
grew into had a sister, someone like her in mind and body. They were
twins, yet one was removed so she would not have to bear the burden of the
family. It makes me wonder, what if Valerie had remained behind and
Integra was taken, would it have turned out this way?
Valerie, she looks so much like her sister, she found me quite recently, it was no more than a month ago that she opened my door and gave her blood to me. She's a brave one, strong willed and her mind is something that has been missing in this mansion for many a long year. As humans go, she isn't bad, though even as I say that, I have to stop myself. She is no longer human, not necessarily by choice, but she doesn't deny it either. I made her immortal rather than leaving her to bleed to death. It seemed wrong that a girl born from Hellsing should die in such a pitiful way. Trying to kill herself, a razor to the wrist. Her sister tried it, but didn't get far, the butler stopped her. God I miss her, we had a strange relationship, never a good day when one of us was around, and it was always taunts and teases, orders and demands, nothing more.
Lying in this bed with her, I think too much in times like these, but then again, there never were times like these. Not since Van Helsing first awakened me and killed my lover have I felt in this way. I swore to destroy it and here I lay, I guard dog for the very family that nearly destroyed me. I hate them, and yet. Valerie's asleep, she has been for several hours now, the sun is coming up, but for me to move I must move her as well. She seems content on me right now. Maybe a day in the bed wouldn't be bad, as long as the curtains are closed there's no problem.
I will wait and watch her as I did with Integra, we will start the organization again, I must find the police girl. We have not spoken in a while, she is not dead because I feel her even now. She is now as I once was, no master, no longer a servant to man. What made me the puppy to this family, I still know not, the head altered me, made me something else. Times change, but the people remain the same, and as it stands at this moment, neither of us will die, the world will be taken back. I will see to its revival myself.
Valerie, she looks so much like her sister, she found me quite recently, it was no more than a month ago that she opened my door and gave her blood to me. She's a brave one, strong willed and her mind is something that has been missing in this mansion for many a long year. As humans go, she isn't bad, though even as I say that, I have to stop myself. She is no longer human, not necessarily by choice, but she doesn't deny it either. I made her immortal rather than leaving her to bleed to death. It seemed wrong that a girl born from Hellsing should die in such a pitiful way. Trying to kill herself, a razor to the wrist. Her sister tried it, but didn't get far, the butler stopped her. God I miss her, we had a strange relationship, never a good day when one of us was around, and it was always taunts and teases, orders and demands, nothing more.
Lying in this bed with her, I think too much in times like these, but then again, there never were times like these. Not since Van Helsing first awakened me and killed my lover have I felt in this way. I swore to destroy it and here I lay, I guard dog for the very family that nearly destroyed me. I hate them, and yet. Valerie's asleep, she has been for several hours now, the sun is coming up, but for me to move I must move her as well. She seems content on me right now. Maybe a day in the bed wouldn't be bad, as long as the curtains are closed there's no problem.
I will wait and watch her as I did with Integra, we will start the organization again, I must find the police girl. We have not spoken in a while, she is not dead because I feel her even now. She is now as I once was, no master, no longer a servant to man. What made me the puppy to this family, I still know not, the head altered me, made me something else. Times change, but the people remain the same, and as it stands at this moment, neither of us will die, the world will be taken back. I will see to its revival myself.