I watched the conversation between my master and that bastard of the
church, Enrico Maxwell, my eyes occasionally shifting to the child that was
standing behind him. Anderson was behind him, his hand resting firmly on
the child's shoulder, keeping her still so she would not come between her
mother and the paladin. She stared straight ahead, watching her mother and
myself, though I believe it was more I than Integra that she was interested
in.
"Enrico Maxwell, overriding my jurisdiction and the Queen's order is one thing, but kidnapping my daughter from the scene of a FREAK incident and the one man that could bring her home.. It is inexcusable!"
"My dearest Integra, the little child came on her own accord, it seems to me that she is more afraid of your pet than she is a man of God, and rightly so."
"That 'Man of God' is a worse creature than the things that I put up with day after day. Kidnapping my daughter was your man's decision, and I hold you responsible for it."
The child pulled away from Anderson and stepped forward a little, staring at me, but speaking to her mother. She looks so small in that instant, and so much like her mother when she had escaped from her uncle and into my chamber.
"Mommy? Can we go home now, I'm tired."
"Maxwell, release my daughter and I swear if you or any of your men touch her in any way I swear I will slay that smirk off your face so hard that your children will feel it. Come on sweetie, let's get you to bed."
She took Mina then, holding her closely and somewhat clumsily; Integra is too small to hold such a bundle as that child was. Outside the building she stopped and shifted the little one in her arms, now turning her anger to myself, it strikes me now if she would have done so had I not tagged along for this little ordeal.
"Alucard, you scared her, she's just a child."
Before I could respond, Integra pushed the child into my arms and stalked away, leaving me with a sleeping kid. Even in her fear of me, the little one grabbed tightly to my tie and coat and refused to let go, she was asleep, I doubt she knew to whom she was clinging, but I seriously doubt that I'm very warm to lean against. I carried her back to the car, and ended up holding her through the ride back, getting an icy glare from her mother the whole time.
Back at the mansion, Walter took Mina from me and her and her mother prepared for bed, I suppose. Before retiring to the basement, I checked in on them, both were curled up in that small bed of the girl's, mother holding daughter, as if trying to keep her from slipping away. Looking at the two, it was almost as if Mina was a clone of her mother, long blond hair down to the middle of her back, skinny little body, and those piercing blue eyes that command due attention. Upon leaving the room it struck me if this generation would take after her mother. We shall see, but after this little adventure, Integra can't keep her lifestyle hidden from her daughter anymore. Where does that leave me?
"Enrico Maxwell, overriding my jurisdiction and the Queen's order is one thing, but kidnapping my daughter from the scene of a FREAK incident and the one man that could bring her home.. It is inexcusable!"
"My dearest Integra, the little child came on her own accord, it seems to me that she is more afraid of your pet than she is a man of God, and rightly so."
"That 'Man of God' is a worse creature than the things that I put up with day after day. Kidnapping my daughter was your man's decision, and I hold you responsible for it."
The child pulled away from Anderson and stepped forward a little, staring at me, but speaking to her mother. She looks so small in that instant, and so much like her mother when she had escaped from her uncle and into my chamber.
"Mommy? Can we go home now, I'm tired."
"Maxwell, release my daughter and I swear if you or any of your men touch her in any way I swear I will slay that smirk off your face so hard that your children will feel it. Come on sweetie, let's get you to bed."
She took Mina then, holding her closely and somewhat clumsily; Integra is too small to hold such a bundle as that child was. Outside the building she stopped and shifted the little one in her arms, now turning her anger to myself, it strikes me now if she would have done so had I not tagged along for this little ordeal.
"Alucard, you scared her, she's just a child."
Before I could respond, Integra pushed the child into my arms and stalked away, leaving me with a sleeping kid. Even in her fear of me, the little one grabbed tightly to my tie and coat and refused to let go, she was asleep, I doubt she knew to whom she was clinging, but I seriously doubt that I'm very warm to lean against. I carried her back to the car, and ended up holding her through the ride back, getting an icy glare from her mother the whole time.
Back at the mansion, Walter took Mina from me and her and her mother prepared for bed, I suppose. Before retiring to the basement, I checked in on them, both were curled up in that small bed of the girl's, mother holding daughter, as if trying to keep her from slipping away. Looking at the two, it was almost as if Mina was a clone of her mother, long blond hair down to the middle of her back, skinny little body, and those piercing blue eyes that command due attention. Upon leaving the room it struck me if this generation would take after her mother. We shall see, but after this little adventure, Integra can't keep her lifestyle hidden from her daughter anymore. Where does that leave me?