Pregnancy and the act of giving birth; I'm a man so I suppose I wouldn't
understand the process. Three months have passed and my master's child is
soon to arrive. The weather is terrible, the storm outside is keeping us
(her and Walter, not myself for I can come and go as I please) grounded,
and it seems Walter has left for the doctor. Checking on her, I find her
in bed, legs propped up and writhing in pain. I believe I scared her this
time, coming in the way I always do, for she screamed and threw a vase at
my head.
"Leave me Alucard; I'm in no mood for your games. God, I hope Walter gets back here soon with the doctor, these contractions are getting more painful with less time in between."
Contractions? She had had them since four this afternoon if I remember correctly, Walter had gotten me, a bit early I must say, mentioning something about leaving for the doctor before the storm got too much worse and I was to watch her. It had been three hours since he had left and in that time the weather had gone from bad to worse. It's a funny thing how I can pick up on the wind patterns, the changes and the weather conditions before they strike and as I watched, the rain turned to sleet and snow in a matter of a few moments. Though at the moment, I was certain she didn't want to hear about this change in conditions outside. The wind howled against the windows, making the room seem bleaker, colder; I pulled a chair from the corner of the room and sat beside her, watching as I had been ordered to. She seemed angered by my presence, and tried quite weakly to push me away.
"Leave, I asked you to leave."
"I will not, you are in pain and I intend to watch."
"You're such a helpful person, watch me while I'm in pain. So sweet and thoughtful."
Her humor was misplaced I believe but at that time she spasmed and cried out in pain.
"Where is he!"
"Stuck I imagine, the weather is getting worse."
"Dammed weather, why tonight?"
I wasn't going to leave her, though when I stood from the chair she looked at me, almost thankful that I was leaving her, only to be shot down when I removed my coat, glasses and hat, tossing them over the back and the other coat with them.
"What are you doing?"
"Need you ask, master?"
"I never asked you to come here, much less strip down to Walter's attire, you look almost human like that."
The thought struck us both as odd as I took my seat beside her and waited. I knew very well that she could not give birth without help, and without the Angel of Death, she was alone in this, or so she thought. Watching her there, in pain and confusion, I smiled at the fact that my master was finally demonstrating her weakness as a human.
"Alucard? What happened to Phillip? Walter knows and he refuses to tell me the truth."
"His organization was attacked and he went down with it."
Her expression changed then, from pain to sadness and then again to anger.
"Do not lie to me, where is he? I demand you tell me the truth."
"Integra, you know as well as I that he is dead."
"Don't call me that! I never call you by your given name, should I start?"
"I'd prefer if you didn't."
Before she could reply, I watched as her small body seized and spasm again, she cried out this time, with more anguish than the last had mustered, screaming loud enough to shatter my eardrums. When she relaxed and returned to the warmth of the bed, she turned to me, a strange look on her face.
"I think my water broke."
"Leave me Alucard; I'm in no mood for your games. God, I hope Walter gets back here soon with the doctor, these contractions are getting more painful with less time in between."
Contractions? She had had them since four this afternoon if I remember correctly, Walter had gotten me, a bit early I must say, mentioning something about leaving for the doctor before the storm got too much worse and I was to watch her. It had been three hours since he had left and in that time the weather had gone from bad to worse. It's a funny thing how I can pick up on the wind patterns, the changes and the weather conditions before they strike and as I watched, the rain turned to sleet and snow in a matter of a few moments. Though at the moment, I was certain she didn't want to hear about this change in conditions outside. The wind howled against the windows, making the room seem bleaker, colder; I pulled a chair from the corner of the room and sat beside her, watching as I had been ordered to. She seemed angered by my presence, and tried quite weakly to push me away.
"Leave, I asked you to leave."
"I will not, you are in pain and I intend to watch."
"You're such a helpful person, watch me while I'm in pain. So sweet and thoughtful."
Her humor was misplaced I believe but at that time she spasmed and cried out in pain.
"Where is he!"
"Stuck I imagine, the weather is getting worse."
"Dammed weather, why tonight?"
I wasn't going to leave her, though when I stood from the chair she looked at me, almost thankful that I was leaving her, only to be shot down when I removed my coat, glasses and hat, tossing them over the back and the other coat with them.
"What are you doing?"
"Need you ask, master?"
"I never asked you to come here, much less strip down to Walter's attire, you look almost human like that."
The thought struck us both as odd as I took my seat beside her and waited. I knew very well that she could not give birth without help, and without the Angel of Death, she was alone in this, or so she thought. Watching her there, in pain and confusion, I smiled at the fact that my master was finally demonstrating her weakness as a human.
"Alucard? What happened to Phillip? Walter knows and he refuses to tell me the truth."
"His organization was attacked and he went down with it."
Her expression changed then, from pain to sadness and then again to anger.
"Do not lie to me, where is he? I demand you tell me the truth."
"Integra, you know as well as I that he is dead."
"Don't call me that! I never call you by your given name, should I start?"
"I'd prefer if you didn't."
Before she could reply, I watched as her small body seized and spasm again, she cried out this time, with more anguish than the last had mustered, screaming loud enough to shatter my eardrums. When she relaxed and returned to the warmth of the bed, she turned to me, a strange look on her face.
"I think my water broke."