Disclaimer: Hellsing is not mine, I am just using it for my own demented
nonsensical writing.
Author's Blah: Sorry took so long to update this one, but this chapter is kinda short cause I inserted the Christmas fic that I made. I never had the chance to post it so I am taking this opp to do so. Hope you will enjoy the two new chapters plus, the post Christmas fic.
For Bloodhound and Pishie Poo.
CAT-astrophe
Alucard was chilled to the bone. His master inconsiderately dunked him into an icy tub and soaped him roughly as if he was a piece of mat rather than a living and breathing creature. He licked his fur and tasted soap. He blanched and stuck out his tongue, meowing helplessly at his predicament.
"I don't like smelly cats." Integra pointed out, aiming a hair dryer straight into his face. He backed away, even with that dryer she still looked like she was holding a gun then an unexpected thing happen.
A loud ringing sound almost split his head open. The loud noise of the hair dryer was too much for his overly sensitive cat's ears. He was about to run and escape the annoying sound when Integra's hand slammed down on his semi- wet body completely trapping him.
After some hellish minutes, he happened to glance at the dresser nearby and saw his puffy furball reflection on his mirror, he smirked even as a cat he still is cute.
TBC
Integra's Gift
The meeting is boring the hell out of me.
I glanced at them, crusty old gentlemen who can't seem to get their opinion straight. The supposedly 'urgent' meeting was just some talk about the success of the elimination of the ghouls that wreaked havoc for the past 12 months.
I looked at them once again, gutless bastards hiding behind dignified expressions and expensive suits. Weren't they the same guys who cowered and panicked in fear when the Valentine Brothers attacked Hellsing?
At times like this, I wished that I were back at the mansion locked up in my office or just practice my shooting skills using a moving target a.k.a Alucard. I'd rather be taunted or over working my self than practicing my grace and social skills with these spineless men.
I often wondered, if father enjoyed these kinds of meetings? Did he laugh along with them or scorn them just like me?
An unsuppressed yawn escaped my lips, earning another round of disapproving look among the 'crusty' generation, as Alucard put it. I could almost sense the long line of displeasured thoughts running through their small brains about me and how different things should have been if someone male and 'competent' should- ah! To hell with them. I politely excused myself from their meeting and just decided to go home.
Outside, the place was blanketed with pure white snow, a perfect contrast with the velvety night sky and I couldn't help but mesmerize about the happier times when my Father and I play around the snow, building snow mans and throwing snowballs at each other.
But it's all in the past now, my childhood and normal life died along with my Father. I don't hate him for handing me this responsibility, in fact I felt proud trusting me enough at such a young age to handle such tasks but then, I just can't help but think of what things might have been or could have been.
I climbed inside the car and gave brief instructions to the driver to get me back to Hellsing as soon as possible. As the car drove past the snow -covered roads I looked at my watch, it was 2:30 in the morning already. Christmas.
I pictured everyone back home, wearing Santa outfits and handing everyone gifts underneath the massive tree that Walter chose to grace the receiving area of the Hellsing mansion. I even imagined Alucard wearing a Santa outfit with a small protruding belly made out of my pillows (I've been noticing my pillows disappearing one after another). I caught him after all dragging along a red fabric to his room. I imagined them greeting me just as I stepped out of the car with loads of gifts and cheerful grins on their faces.
Yes, it might seem totally out of character for such a frosty person such as myself but I do wish for these sometimes, I wished for companionship and laughter. I sometimes welcome Alucard's whining and pathetic jokes just because - just because - I don't know. There's no actual reason.
But to my dismay, no one was there to welcome me. I remembered then and there as I stood shivering outside the massive front door of Hellsing Mansion that I 'ordered' everyone to be off for the holidays. Even Walter.
I went inside closing the door behind me as soundlessly as I can and went straight to the lighted Christmas tree. I needed something to remind of the holidays, of the times when I could welcome Christmas like any other normal and happy person.
My shoes echoed as I approached the beautiful Christmas tree that the whole Hellsing staff decorated. Kneeling down, my hands traveled along the many gifts piled underneath he Christmas tree.
Will I get what I want for Christmas?
I remembered a few days ago when Alucard asked me what I wanted for Christmas. I blatantly told him that I wanted the world rid of stupid vampires like him. At my answer he just frowned and said that I needed something more of a companion.
Maybe he's right. Maybe I indeed need someone.
Just when I was about to turn back and go upstairs, I noticed a very,very huge red sock hanging on the side of the fireplace.
Grimly, I approached the lumpy sock and as I got nearer I realized that the sock was labeled with my name, embroidered actually. My stomach turned, is this some kind of sick joke? What will I find inside? A body? Heads? A bunch of organs mashed together?
Carefully, I peered inside with a gun at hand. I almost screamed when a pair of red eyes blinked back at me. I backed away just as Alucard's head popped out of the sock, "Merry Christmas Master! Why are you late?"
"You- you- you scared me!" I panted out placing a hand over my thudding heart.
"I did? I was kind of hoping you would like it. I know you are expecting me in a Santa Claus suit and so I just decided to be a gift, a sock precisely only for your enjoyment, Master." He said with that trademark smirk of his.
I want to kill him. No, I will kill him. I'll dismember Alucard with my own bare hands!I thought angrily but a part of me actually enjoyed it.
Just when I was about to lecture him, I noticed something falling towards me. Instinctively, I grabbed it. I swear I could have dropped it or avoided it if I knew what it was.
My gloved fist closed around something green and red, something of a pathetic excuse for romantic notions.
ALucard's voice strained my ears, "Master, is that what I think you are holding above your head?" He asked before lounging towards me.
To my horror, I noticed too late what it was, a mistletoe.
Even before I could react, ALucard's arms wrapped around my body and as his lips descended over mine for a kiss, his face was kind, almost angelic.
"Merry Christmas, Master."
Author's Blah: Sorry took so long to update this one, but this chapter is kinda short cause I inserted the Christmas fic that I made. I never had the chance to post it so I am taking this opp to do so. Hope you will enjoy the two new chapters plus, the post Christmas fic.
For Bloodhound and Pishie Poo.
CAT-astrophe
Alucard was chilled to the bone. His master inconsiderately dunked him into an icy tub and soaped him roughly as if he was a piece of mat rather than a living and breathing creature. He licked his fur and tasted soap. He blanched and stuck out his tongue, meowing helplessly at his predicament.
"I don't like smelly cats." Integra pointed out, aiming a hair dryer straight into his face. He backed away, even with that dryer she still looked like she was holding a gun then an unexpected thing happen.
A loud ringing sound almost split his head open. The loud noise of the hair dryer was too much for his overly sensitive cat's ears. He was about to run and escape the annoying sound when Integra's hand slammed down on his semi- wet body completely trapping him.
After some hellish minutes, he happened to glance at the dresser nearby and saw his puffy furball reflection on his mirror, he smirked even as a cat he still is cute.
TBC
Integra's Gift
The meeting is boring the hell out of me.
I glanced at them, crusty old gentlemen who can't seem to get their opinion straight. The supposedly 'urgent' meeting was just some talk about the success of the elimination of the ghouls that wreaked havoc for the past 12 months.
I looked at them once again, gutless bastards hiding behind dignified expressions and expensive suits. Weren't they the same guys who cowered and panicked in fear when the Valentine Brothers attacked Hellsing?
At times like this, I wished that I were back at the mansion locked up in my office or just practice my shooting skills using a moving target a.k.a Alucard. I'd rather be taunted or over working my self than practicing my grace and social skills with these spineless men.
I often wondered, if father enjoyed these kinds of meetings? Did he laugh along with them or scorn them just like me?
An unsuppressed yawn escaped my lips, earning another round of disapproving look among the 'crusty' generation, as Alucard put it. I could almost sense the long line of displeasured thoughts running through their small brains about me and how different things should have been if someone male and 'competent' should- ah! To hell with them. I politely excused myself from their meeting and just decided to go home.
Outside, the place was blanketed with pure white snow, a perfect contrast with the velvety night sky and I couldn't help but mesmerize about the happier times when my Father and I play around the snow, building snow mans and throwing snowballs at each other.
But it's all in the past now, my childhood and normal life died along with my Father. I don't hate him for handing me this responsibility, in fact I felt proud trusting me enough at such a young age to handle such tasks but then, I just can't help but think of what things might have been or could have been.
I climbed inside the car and gave brief instructions to the driver to get me back to Hellsing as soon as possible. As the car drove past the snow -covered roads I looked at my watch, it was 2:30 in the morning already. Christmas.
I pictured everyone back home, wearing Santa outfits and handing everyone gifts underneath the massive tree that Walter chose to grace the receiving area of the Hellsing mansion. I even imagined Alucard wearing a Santa outfit with a small protruding belly made out of my pillows (I've been noticing my pillows disappearing one after another). I caught him after all dragging along a red fabric to his room. I imagined them greeting me just as I stepped out of the car with loads of gifts and cheerful grins on their faces.
Yes, it might seem totally out of character for such a frosty person such as myself but I do wish for these sometimes, I wished for companionship and laughter. I sometimes welcome Alucard's whining and pathetic jokes just because - just because - I don't know. There's no actual reason.
But to my dismay, no one was there to welcome me. I remembered then and there as I stood shivering outside the massive front door of Hellsing Mansion that I 'ordered' everyone to be off for the holidays. Even Walter.
I went inside closing the door behind me as soundlessly as I can and went straight to the lighted Christmas tree. I needed something to remind of the holidays, of the times when I could welcome Christmas like any other normal and happy person.
My shoes echoed as I approached the beautiful Christmas tree that the whole Hellsing staff decorated. Kneeling down, my hands traveled along the many gifts piled underneath he Christmas tree.
Will I get what I want for Christmas?
I remembered a few days ago when Alucard asked me what I wanted for Christmas. I blatantly told him that I wanted the world rid of stupid vampires like him. At my answer he just frowned and said that I needed something more of a companion.
Maybe he's right. Maybe I indeed need someone.
Just when I was about to turn back and go upstairs, I noticed a very,very huge red sock hanging on the side of the fireplace.
Grimly, I approached the lumpy sock and as I got nearer I realized that the sock was labeled with my name, embroidered actually. My stomach turned, is this some kind of sick joke? What will I find inside? A body? Heads? A bunch of organs mashed together?
Carefully, I peered inside with a gun at hand. I almost screamed when a pair of red eyes blinked back at me. I backed away just as Alucard's head popped out of the sock, "Merry Christmas Master! Why are you late?"
"You- you- you scared me!" I panted out placing a hand over my thudding heart.
"I did? I was kind of hoping you would like it. I know you are expecting me in a Santa Claus suit and so I just decided to be a gift, a sock precisely only for your enjoyment, Master." He said with that trademark smirk of his.
I want to kill him. No, I will kill him. I'll dismember Alucard with my own bare hands!I thought angrily but a part of me actually enjoyed it.
Just when I was about to lecture him, I noticed something falling towards me. Instinctively, I grabbed it. I swear I could have dropped it or avoided it if I knew what it was.
My gloved fist closed around something green and red, something of a pathetic excuse for romantic notions.
ALucard's voice strained my ears, "Master, is that what I think you are holding above your head?" He asked before lounging towards me.
To my horror, I noticed too late what it was, a mistletoe.
Even before I could react, ALucard's arms wrapped around my body and as his lips descended over mine for a kiss, his face was kind, almost angelic.
"Merry Christmas, Master."