o.O authors note:
yeah, i'm back. finally. i've been meaning to continue this one for AGES, but i just didn't know how i wanted it to work out. now i've got an idea in mind, and, due to popular demand, this chapter is longer. i'm working on the length thing. its HARD. i know how i want the story to be read, and i like short chapters. but still...i'm working on it. i'm a devotee of the * key...haha. well, anyway, please enjoy, and as always, REVIEW! i love commentary...tee hee....
-warp
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It was early morning, and dawn was slowly spreading her feathery pink-gold wings across the sky. The air was thick with humidity and tangible darkness, and the only sounds that broke the delicate silence were that of the wind gently rustling the branches of a tree, and a gasp of startled breath from Sir Integra as the figure of a man she knew all too well partially eclipsed the sunrise as he emerged over the hill.
She could have recognized him anywhere, the tall, stocky frame, the broad shoulders, the salt-and-pepper beard, the crystal blue eyes, just like hers. The cold, order-loving face. The warm smile.
"Father!" she cried with the utmost joy, and it was like she was in the body of her twelve-year old self, or had perhaps never left, as she ran to him and was enveloped in his arms. Hot tears melted her icy eyes. "I've missed you. God, I've missed you."
He grabbed her by the shoulders. "I can't stay for long." She rubbed her nose, eyes wide with regret. "But I've got so much to ask you! How's mother? And all of the soldiers? Is Walter going to be alright? Is God a man or a woman? What's heaven like?"
Her father's figure started to fade. "I'm so happy you're doing so well."
"But Father! What's heaven like?"
She could see the sunrise right through him.
"I'm content, dear. That's heaven."
"Will Walter be okay?"
"Everything will turn out, Integra. I love you."
He was gone. And Integra was forced into undesired consciousness.
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"Sir Integra? Wake up, Integra!"
She blinked.
"Are you okay, Master?" whispered the creature leaning over her.
Integra brought her hand to her cheek. Wet. Tears. Had she been dreaming? Where was she? Two supernaturally strong arms hoisted her onto her feet, two corpse-like cold hands check her head for bumps or bruises, two dark, red eyes looked surprised when Integra stumbled for a second, fell into his arms, and muttered, "What the hell is going on today?" before passing out again.
Alucard carried her into the nearest hospital room, and laid her down on the bed. He dried her face off. Then she opened her eyes, for barely a minute. She gripped his hand, her eyes full of fear.
Then she fell back asleep.
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Seras Victoria awoke from a woozy, dreamless sleep. She was alone. The air seemed thick and hazy, and everything had a yellow tint. Angrily, she ripped and IV from her arm and stomped through the halls of the hospital, glancing into each room with detachment. Soon she came upon a room, scarcely lit, and the silhouette of her master, gripping a blonde woman's hand on the bed whose face she couldn't quite make out. Sir Integra...could it be Sir Integra? Seras caught a snippet of their conversation and leaned in closer.
"You're awake."
"That I am."
"What happened earlier? You seemed as if in a trance."
"It's hard to explain."
"Then don't." He turned away, glaring at Seras. He had smelled her already, she knew that. His voice was in her head, a single word. "Leave." She hurried down the hall. As she passed by, she again glanced into the rooms, hoping to see someone she knew. She saw a man with two broken legs, two little children, side by side, with matching casts, a lady who seemed to be missing a few toes, and...what was that? Could it be? Walter was in here as well? What happened? She skimmed her eyes across the room to land on a pack of papers by the bed. An address. A name. An email, sent to her address.
Master's problems would have to wait. Seras Victoria had some stalker ass to kick.
yeah, i'm back. finally. i've been meaning to continue this one for AGES, but i just didn't know how i wanted it to work out. now i've got an idea in mind, and, due to popular demand, this chapter is longer. i'm working on the length thing. its HARD. i know how i want the story to be read, and i like short chapters. but still...i'm working on it. i'm a devotee of the * key...haha. well, anyway, please enjoy, and as always, REVIEW! i love commentary...tee hee....
-warp
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It was early morning, and dawn was slowly spreading her feathery pink-gold wings across the sky. The air was thick with humidity and tangible darkness, and the only sounds that broke the delicate silence were that of the wind gently rustling the branches of a tree, and a gasp of startled breath from Sir Integra as the figure of a man she knew all too well partially eclipsed the sunrise as he emerged over the hill.
She could have recognized him anywhere, the tall, stocky frame, the broad shoulders, the salt-and-pepper beard, the crystal blue eyes, just like hers. The cold, order-loving face. The warm smile.
"Father!" she cried with the utmost joy, and it was like she was in the body of her twelve-year old self, or had perhaps never left, as she ran to him and was enveloped in his arms. Hot tears melted her icy eyes. "I've missed you. God, I've missed you."
He grabbed her by the shoulders. "I can't stay for long." She rubbed her nose, eyes wide with regret. "But I've got so much to ask you! How's mother? And all of the soldiers? Is Walter going to be alright? Is God a man or a woman? What's heaven like?"
Her father's figure started to fade. "I'm so happy you're doing so well."
"But Father! What's heaven like?"
She could see the sunrise right through him.
"I'm content, dear. That's heaven."
"Will Walter be okay?"
"Everything will turn out, Integra. I love you."
He was gone. And Integra was forced into undesired consciousness.
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"Sir Integra? Wake up, Integra!"
She blinked.
"Are you okay, Master?" whispered the creature leaning over her.
Integra brought her hand to her cheek. Wet. Tears. Had she been dreaming? Where was she? Two supernaturally strong arms hoisted her onto her feet, two corpse-like cold hands check her head for bumps or bruises, two dark, red eyes looked surprised when Integra stumbled for a second, fell into his arms, and muttered, "What the hell is going on today?" before passing out again.
Alucard carried her into the nearest hospital room, and laid her down on the bed. He dried her face off. Then she opened her eyes, for barely a minute. She gripped his hand, her eyes full of fear.
Then she fell back asleep.
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Seras Victoria awoke from a woozy, dreamless sleep. She was alone. The air seemed thick and hazy, and everything had a yellow tint. Angrily, she ripped and IV from her arm and stomped through the halls of the hospital, glancing into each room with detachment. Soon she came upon a room, scarcely lit, and the silhouette of her master, gripping a blonde woman's hand on the bed whose face she couldn't quite make out. Sir Integra...could it be Sir Integra? Seras caught a snippet of their conversation and leaned in closer.
"You're awake."
"That I am."
"What happened earlier? You seemed as if in a trance."
"It's hard to explain."
"Then don't." He turned away, glaring at Seras. He had smelled her already, she knew that. His voice was in her head, a single word. "Leave." She hurried down the hall. As she passed by, she again glanced into the rooms, hoping to see someone she knew. She saw a man with two broken legs, two little children, side by side, with matching casts, a lady who seemed to be missing a few toes, and...what was that? Could it be? Walter was in here as well? What happened? She skimmed her eyes across the room to land on a pack of papers by the bed. An address. A name. An email, sent to her address.
Master's problems would have to wait. Seras Victoria had some stalker ass to kick.