OMAKE:
'The Slumber Party Crasher'
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEKKKKK!!!!!!!" Came the screams of many young girls. Walter con Dolneaz's head immediately snapped up from his housework, feather duster in hand poised in mid-brush. Then the clumping of a person running was heard coming closer towards him and judging by the sound it was his young charge Integra Wingates Hellsing.
"WALTER!! TELL HIM TO STOP!!" Screeched a 13-year-old Ms. Hellsing who appeared in front of him, dressed in her PJs. She stomped her feet in frustration while Walter politely blinked at her in bewilderment. He had just removed his pink apron he used for housework and was half way through pulling on his special gloves for his garrotte. After deciding that the screams were a possible emergency or dangerous situation (though Walter was pretty sure it was a dangerous situation; he did work for HELLSING after all) he had automatically prepared himself for action.
"I beg you pardon young Miss?" He queried lightly. Though she was but a girl, Integra possessed a magnificent temper that he'd rather not provoke.
"ALUCARD!! HE WAS SNEAKING AROUND MY ROOM AND WAS EVESDROPPING ON MY SLUMBER PARTY!! HE'S RUINING EVERYTHING!! MAKE HIM STOP!!" Integra was in hysterics and she had good reason to: her and her friends were playing 'Truth or Dare' and Integra had chosen 'Truth' rather than the 'Dare' ("Integra, we dare you to go and kiss…"). The 'Truth' question was "Who do you like?" asked in a typical 13-year-old immature curiosity, which Integra sheepishly refused to answer. Much to her horror, Alucard was listening in on the 'girl chat' and appeared from the wall to divulge information about his 'Master' (including who she liked). But rather than be gleeful at the chance of gossip the young lasses screamed instead, for Alucard was using the guise a hellhound.
Now as the young mistress of HELLSING and her butler were talking, more screams from the frantic little girls were heard followed by the maniacal whooping laughter of a mad vampyre. Integra looked imploringly at Walter. Walter smiled warmly in return, monocle flashing.
"Of course young Miss. I'll take care of him, don't you worry. Besides, he's been avoiding me all night and I have to give him something…"
That same night, from the balcony of her bedroom, Integra and her 'gal pals' giggled with glee and pointed at the sulking vampyre in his hellhound form, with many eyes covering his body and ears flat upon his skull. He was tied outside to a post by a silver leash. As Walter approached him with a bucket, hose and a bottle of 'FREAK Brand: Flea Shampoo' in his hands, the hellhound's tail tucked between his legs at the oncoming prospect of a bath…