Gods, I love this fic. I love it more than anything I've written to this
point. I hope that everyone that has read it has enjoyed it as well, and I
thank all my reviewers for their kind words!
I still adore reviews, and I still don't own any of the real Hellsing
series characters. *huggles Harker*
May 27th,
Teggy's mother is positively absurd.
The Lady Wingates is positively mad to learn if I am progressing quickly enough to lead the Hellsing Organization, and to know when her daughter is going to kill herself for the public to see, so that our child can be the newest heir to the Organization and then my claim to power will be secured by blood.
I cannot answer these questions, as Teggy refuses to oversee my progress with the studies in to the undead that I have been persuing this past month, as well as what I had already known from my boyhood.
Marrying Integral Wingates Hellsing was the biggest folly I could have ever made in my life.
Yes, I believed that I could learn to love my overbearing cousin in time, and I cannot see myself even being able to tolerate her presence after the child is born. She is absolutely wicked, and is becoming more and more of a monster with each passing day. One can see the feral glint in her eyes as her gaze falls upon him, knowing that she will bring you the most joyous pleasure and then bring the most painful and disturbing demise imaginable.
God, with how she was dressed, I could not resist touching her, and I would have loved to have spent the night with her in my arms, feeling her pallid flesh turn warm with a touch, and tasting the sweetness on her rose- petal lips. Alas, Teggy was disgusted with my presence, and ran to her cellar room to await her damned pet vampire's return.
There is no doubt in my mind that she feeds on his blood and his caresses. Father Anderson had mentioned casually over tea during his visit that he knew that somewhere in the manor house Integral and Alucard shared a coffin-bed during the daylight hours, and that she stayed confined to the bed constantly unless I called for a meeting. I do not understand how the Catholic would know such a fact, but I believe him. He is too fully a man of the cloth to lie over something so trivial a matter.
I would have asked him which room my Teggy resides in during the daylight hours, but I fear he would not have told me, even if he would have known.
Pitiful Teggy. You are much like Dorian Gray, that lackluster hero of the Irish novel, as like him, you are confined to an idea that even though you are forever young, and will forever be beautiful to all who set their gaze upon you, that you cannot reveal the secret of your youth less it be used against you.
If only life were to be like fiction, and I could easily destroy the source of your vain immortality. You could be free of your vampiric-father, and perhaps you would finally be able to see the good in people.
But that is the biggest joke in any of what I have ever written. Integral, if for some odd chance that you ever come upon my journal, do realize that no matter what would have ever happened in both of our lives, you would never be happy. Being one of the undead is just your newest scapegoat as to why your life is unfulfilling, just as being the leader of the Hellsing Organization was your former scapegoat for the same reason. I genuinely pity you dear beautiful cousin.
I will write more, but I have promised my dear aunt that I will go to the gardens with her to speak of my life since marriage this afternoon, and I am yet to change from my dressing gown.
H.M.v.Hellsing
May 27th,
Teggy's mother is positively absurd.
The Lady Wingates is positively mad to learn if I am progressing quickly enough to lead the Hellsing Organization, and to know when her daughter is going to kill herself for the public to see, so that our child can be the newest heir to the Organization and then my claim to power will be secured by blood.
I cannot answer these questions, as Teggy refuses to oversee my progress with the studies in to the undead that I have been persuing this past month, as well as what I had already known from my boyhood.
Marrying Integral Wingates Hellsing was the biggest folly I could have ever made in my life.
Yes, I believed that I could learn to love my overbearing cousin in time, and I cannot see myself even being able to tolerate her presence after the child is born. She is absolutely wicked, and is becoming more and more of a monster with each passing day. One can see the feral glint in her eyes as her gaze falls upon him, knowing that she will bring you the most joyous pleasure and then bring the most painful and disturbing demise imaginable.
God, with how she was dressed, I could not resist touching her, and I would have loved to have spent the night with her in my arms, feeling her pallid flesh turn warm with a touch, and tasting the sweetness on her rose- petal lips. Alas, Teggy was disgusted with my presence, and ran to her cellar room to await her damned pet vampire's return.
There is no doubt in my mind that she feeds on his blood and his caresses. Father Anderson had mentioned casually over tea during his visit that he knew that somewhere in the manor house Integral and Alucard shared a coffin-bed during the daylight hours, and that she stayed confined to the bed constantly unless I called for a meeting. I do not understand how the Catholic would know such a fact, but I believe him. He is too fully a man of the cloth to lie over something so trivial a matter.
I would have asked him which room my Teggy resides in during the daylight hours, but I fear he would not have told me, even if he would have known.
Pitiful Teggy. You are much like Dorian Gray, that lackluster hero of the Irish novel, as like him, you are confined to an idea that even though you are forever young, and will forever be beautiful to all who set their gaze upon you, that you cannot reveal the secret of your youth less it be used against you.
If only life were to be like fiction, and I could easily destroy the source of your vain immortality. You could be free of your vampiric-father, and perhaps you would finally be able to see the good in people.
But that is the biggest joke in any of what I have ever written. Integral, if for some odd chance that you ever come upon my journal, do realize that no matter what would have ever happened in both of our lives, you would never be happy. Being one of the undead is just your newest scapegoat as to why your life is unfulfilling, just as being the leader of the Hellsing Organization was your former scapegoat for the same reason. I genuinely pity you dear beautiful cousin.
I will write more, but I have promised my dear aunt that I will go to the gardens with her to speak of my life since marriage this afternoon, and I am yet to change from my dressing gown.
H.M.v.Hellsing