My master, there are things about her that she wishes I didn't know, and
times I will never cease to remind her of when Walter is out of the way.
She was determined to live her life, her public life, at a day school for
girls. I spied on her there, she knew it then and she rues it now. Nights
in that school when Walter could not come for her and she was to wait for
me, she never waited; it was always me having to find her. One time in
particular, she still thanks me for.
A boy's school was adjacent hers, and the boys were not the nice sweet gentlemen that she was accustomed to being around. Of course, the gentlemen were far older than her, they knew better than these boys did, and to think, that the very boy that pushed her would someday be her subordinate. I usually found her in the church praying to God above that I would not find her, how many times did she loose her faith because of my appearance, I cannot say. In the church, the two schools were allowed to converse, or coerce as it may be.
I found her there, not at the altar as usual, but in a pew, forced down by a boy of her own age. He was sitting on her, hands working frantically to get her shirt off before the minister made a reentry. He was trying, I can give him that, and so was she for that matter, trying to get him off and away. Being the good pet that I am I helped her a bit, materializing behind them and scaring the poor boy out of his wits. I've never seen someone move like that since, or had her be so grateful to see me. I watched him leave and turned to her, waiting. She was blushing visibly; maybe she didn't like me watching her redress? I never considered it, but waited till she believed she was presentable and walked out on her own accord.
She was a bit forlorn at the mansion, passive and annoyed. Walter watched her but said nothing, and I watched her as well. Taking my usual seat in her office, she came at the time and stood before me, rather than sitting as far away as she can in the small room. Surprise was not the word I was looking for, though it suited so for Walter, he left in confusion of the whole matter, mumbling to himself. What got me was what she said after he was out of earshot.
"You mention a word of this evening to Walter and I will find some way to kill you, I swear I will. Protector or not, one word and .."
There are ways to stop children in their tracks, and I believe I found the appropriate one for her. To her, I had over-stepped my bounds, and indeed I had, but then again, the boy had done the same and this was merely an experiment in her reactions. Pulling away, she was stunned, rather annoyed. And the punishment I received was expected, there was an audible sound associated with it, she seemed quite pleased and yet there was something else. Perhaps she expected me to hit back, I had never allowed her to swing at me before, much less make contact. There were many a time that I caught her hand, and held her thus in the air till she screamed or I grew bored of the game and released her. This was different, contact had been made and there had been no effort to stop it. She backed away from me then, into the desk and watched as I stood, towering somewhat over her small self. It was there, I had been prepared to strike back and nearly did, but she was waiting for it, and that will not do, it is best to attack when they do not have the time to prepare.
There are times now where I wonder if she would have reacted differently, done something to stop me, or allowed me to continue the little exploit. That was one of many such instances with my master that have lain heavily in my mind, though in hers I doubt the thought has ever crossed her mind for a second time, be it brief or not so. Integra is one of those persons in the human race whose mind presents itself more firmly than her body, and that is one of the reasons I stay beside her.
The other is I simply have no choice in the matter; I was secured to her family and will remain so, till the ends of time. That time may be sooner than expected, my mistress is not likely to have a man in her life any time soon, and without a man, there will be no heir, and I shall be sealed away for all eternity in the basements of the Hellsing Institution. Or perhaps I won't; only time will tell, and I have all the time in the world.
A boy's school was adjacent hers, and the boys were not the nice sweet gentlemen that she was accustomed to being around. Of course, the gentlemen were far older than her, they knew better than these boys did, and to think, that the very boy that pushed her would someday be her subordinate. I usually found her in the church praying to God above that I would not find her, how many times did she loose her faith because of my appearance, I cannot say. In the church, the two schools were allowed to converse, or coerce as it may be.
I found her there, not at the altar as usual, but in a pew, forced down by a boy of her own age. He was sitting on her, hands working frantically to get her shirt off before the minister made a reentry. He was trying, I can give him that, and so was she for that matter, trying to get him off and away. Being the good pet that I am I helped her a bit, materializing behind them and scaring the poor boy out of his wits. I've never seen someone move like that since, or had her be so grateful to see me. I watched him leave and turned to her, waiting. She was blushing visibly; maybe she didn't like me watching her redress? I never considered it, but waited till she believed she was presentable and walked out on her own accord.
She was a bit forlorn at the mansion, passive and annoyed. Walter watched her but said nothing, and I watched her as well. Taking my usual seat in her office, she came at the time and stood before me, rather than sitting as far away as she can in the small room. Surprise was not the word I was looking for, though it suited so for Walter, he left in confusion of the whole matter, mumbling to himself. What got me was what she said after he was out of earshot.
"You mention a word of this evening to Walter and I will find some way to kill you, I swear I will. Protector or not, one word and .."
There are ways to stop children in their tracks, and I believe I found the appropriate one for her. To her, I had over-stepped my bounds, and indeed I had, but then again, the boy had done the same and this was merely an experiment in her reactions. Pulling away, she was stunned, rather annoyed. And the punishment I received was expected, there was an audible sound associated with it, she seemed quite pleased and yet there was something else. Perhaps she expected me to hit back, I had never allowed her to swing at me before, much less make contact. There were many a time that I caught her hand, and held her thus in the air till she screamed or I grew bored of the game and released her. This was different, contact had been made and there had been no effort to stop it. She backed away from me then, into the desk and watched as I stood, towering somewhat over her small self. It was there, I had been prepared to strike back and nearly did, but she was waiting for it, and that will not do, it is best to attack when they do not have the time to prepare.
There are times now where I wonder if she would have reacted differently, done something to stop me, or allowed me to continue the little exploit. That was one of many such instances with my master that have lain heavily in my mind, though in hers I doubt the thought has ever crossed her mind for a second time, be it brief or not so. Integra is one of those persons in the human race whose mind presents itself more firmly than her body, and that is one of the reasons I stay beside her.
The other is I simply have no choice in the matter; I was secured to her family and will remain so, till the ends of time. That time may be sooner than expected, my mistress is not likely to have a man in her life any time soon, and without a man, there will be no heir, and I shall be sealed away for all eternity in the basements of the Hellsing Institution. Or perhaps I won't; only time will tell, and I have all the time in the world.