Hey I still don't own Hellsing and I'm kind of glad I don't. Too many crazy
fans out there like myself to regulate. Anyway this is obviously a crazy
fanfic so read and enjoy if you like. If you don't like stop while you're
ahead. We're on chapter 12 now so I should think we have weeded out the
haters by now.
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Winston stared at the stonewalls around him. Integral had excused him from her office but she hadn't bothered to tell him where to go. He had no desire to crawl back into his monstrously stuffy room. He could still remember the rattling of the hot water pipes when he had tried to take a shower. It had felt like eons had passed before any truly hot water had come out. The sleeping arrangements had been nice though. The bed had been a little dusty but the blanket under him was obviously a very thick feather comforter, which was rather nice. Unfortunately for Winston, the fabric was white and when that butler (or at least he assumed the man to be a butler) had seen him laying in bed with his filthy clothes the butler had been unable to contain the outrage on his face. Yet, the man named Walter had not scolded Winston. It had been a strange morning.
Since Winston did not want to head back to his room he decided instead to go searching throughout the mansion. He was rather hungry and feeling that it would be rude to lank about without some pretext he decided it was only his mission to find the kitchen. If he happened to pass through any other rooms on his way it would only be through chance. So Winston began his long trek throughout the corridors.
The Hellsing manor was really a rather large labyrinth of halls, rooms, and stairwells. Curiously, the unique architecture was not the result of countless additions or remodeling like many other English homes. The building had been purposefully designed to be tricky to navigate with the intention of getting those who did not know the building lost in it. Winston in all truth found the place rather cold but he was too excited to care much.
Thinking to himself about all the recent events he concluded that everything was basically a mess. His aunt Abigail was dead but seeing as how he didn't have any proper way to grieve for her he simply didn't want to think about it. His thoughts were more consumed by his parent's little agreement. What had Integral meant when she said Alucard could teach him and why it was necessary was beyond him.
For a brief moment he did consider the strange affect that blood had held over him. He had never really felt such a desire in all his life. When Frederick's blood had oozed out of his throat to the floor Winston had wanted cast him aside and lick every drop of it up. He had not though and that was the important thing. If any other urges would come along he would be able to handle them.
Then litany of doubts began to come to the surface. What if he couldn't control himself? What if Integral was unable to protect him against this freak organization? What if Alucard had some strange motive for wanting to instruct him? And most importantly what would happen after the ordeal was over?
"Who can live on what ifs," he said quietly to himself before he stumbled down a staircase into what finally appeared to be some semblance of a kitchenette. There was an oven and a small fridge in the room along with several cabinets. When Winston began to open them he realized immediately that this room must be used for tea preparation. Ungodly amounts of leaves filled the air with the smell of herbs. Lemon, mint, orange, black cheery, and all other kinds of fragrances dispersed about the room.
When he opened the small refrigerator pound cake and muffins greeted him. It was actually rather frustrating. Winston was quite genuinely hungry by that point. Breakfast had been pretty regular in his life before and in all actuality he hadn't had much after Alucard came to get him. Just a bagel someone had blindly handed him along the way.
Cursing the English for their obsession with tea Winston slowly turned and prepared to leave the room but as he was leaving he was greeted by a new figure. The butler from earlier was in the room now.
" Oh I'm sorry," said Winston casually. "I was looking for the kitchen but this place is rather large." He sort of smiled a half smile wanting to make light of the situation but feeling slightly intimidated.
Walter put on his best face and tried to be as polite as possible. "I see. I think I should warn you that this place is very dangerous Winston."
"Yes, um I know, I mean about the vampires. If that's what you're speaking of."
Walter looked a Winston with a hard face, the kind that a parent would use to scold their children without words. "It's a bit more complicated than simply vampires but all the same this place is not safe to be running around in unless you can handle yourself. I have heard that you will be staying here for a while. It is my duty to see that nothing bad happens to you while you're here Winston. So if you need anything please call for me first do you understand?"
"Oh," he looked down at his feet for a moment before repeating, "I'm sorry. I only wanted something to eat."
"It's quite alright. Sir Hellsing will be taking her tea now but I'll show you where you may go in order to get something to eat. The chef can prepare for you whatever you may like."
Winston trudged forward following Walter. Walter seemed a little aggravated that he could not start Integral's tea immediately but as usual he was extremely polite to Winston. In fact, his politeness was so palpable, Winston felt as though he would rather be yelled at by the man.
They walked on heading toward the kitchen for several minutes. When they finally entered a twisting hallway they came upon two large doors that Walter opened with ease despite his age. Winston stepped into the room fascinated. Brick lined the farthest wall where a giant fireplace was cut into the wall. All the other walls were made of the customary stone. The kitchen blended modern appliances perfectly with the ancient cookware that was incorporated into the old room.
As Winston examined the room Walter took the opportunity to look the boy over again. His likeness to Alucard was apparent and noticeable to anyone but thankfully his other features overshadowed his eyes. Walter doubted anyone would see a connection to Integral except someone who was really paying attention. There were even a few subtle differences from Alucard's face, once Walter took the time to really look at Winston. His hair fell from the center of his head rather then parting to the left as Alucard's and he had a sweetness about him that was lacking in Alucard.
Integral had said little to Walter in regard to Winston. After her meeting with Winston ended she began her work again and when Walter came in to bring her a message she had taken it quickly and said simply that Winston would remain a guest in the Hellsing manor for some time. Walter had not felt the need to press the issue by asking Integral questions about the boy.
Stopping himself from wandering off into thought Walter approached the chef who was apparently busy making pastries. When Walter approached the agitated Dutchman, Hans was yelling at his staff using his native language. The only perceptible English word in his sentence was cream. Hans was apparently angry over not having proper fresh cream stocked. Walter caught Hans off guard slightly when he spoke up.
"Hans we have a new guest at Hellsing." Walter stopped and pointed to Winston who was still busy watching the assembly line that was Hans' staff hard at work. "You're to make anything young Winston here requests. He has suffered through a lot recently and he hasn't really eaten anything in a while."
Hans straightened up and his red cheeks were once again white now that he had finished yelling or had been interrupted anyway. "Of course Walter." He smiled widely. "What Sir Integral's guest like for eating."
Walter continued to smile despite the man's broken English, which was like sand paper to his ears. "Winston, what would you like to eat?" Walter turned to look at the boy engrossed in the process of making jelly.
Winston's ears perked up when he realized he'd been basically ignoring Walter since he entered the room. He walked over to Walter and the chef who had a very nice demeanor about him. "What would you recommend?" He asked hoping to get something good to eat but also having no clue what his appetite would be satisfied by.
Walter spoke up quickly. "Hans' Cornish hens are superb. It's Sir Hellsing's favorite dish."
"Oh," said Winston. "That's sounds fine it about lunch time. Except do you make it with garlic."
Hans paused a moment before responding. Obviously be was decoding Winston's comments into his own native tongue. "The garlic is used yes."
"Well then I'll have to have something without garlic. I'm quite allergic. I broke out in hives when I was five the last time I ever had any garlic."
Walter did not find Winston's comments surprising but Winston on the other hand seemed to be reprocessing the words he spoke as they came out of his mouth. He was only just then realizing how much learning the truth about his heritage explained about his oddities of character. He had always preferred night to day and if he did go outside he was likely to receive terrible sunburn. Little pieces of his life long puzzle were coming together rapidly.
"Well Winston," said Walter. "I'm sure you can think of something else to eat. Hans here will prepare you food any time throughout the day. You needn't come all the way to the kitchen of course. You can pick up a phone and the third line will get you through to the kitchen. The staff can take your food to your room. However, I wanted to show the kitchen so you could get yourself anything at night if you were hungry. I have to go prepare Integral's tea now." With that Walter began to head for the door.
"Bye Walter." Winton's comments barely made it to Walter's ears as he rushed out of the room. Winston supposed Integral must really appreciate her tea for Walter to be so anxious about it.
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Extremely light chapter I don't know why I wrote it but I did. Why Dutch you ask, because French would have been too trite.
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Winston stared at the stonewalls around him. Integral had excused him from her office but she hadn't bothered to tell him where to go. He had no desire to crawl back into his monstrously stuffy room. He could still remember the rattling of the hot water pipes when he had tried to take a shower. It had felt like eons had passed before any truly hot water had come out. The sleeping arrangements had been nice though. The bed had been a little dusty but the blanket under him was obviously a very thick feather comforter, which was rather nice. Unfortunately for Winston, the fabric was white and when that butler (or at least he assumed the man to be a butler) had seen him laying in bed with his filthy clothes the butler had been unable to contain the outrage on his face. Yet, the man named Walter had not scolded Winston. It had been a strange morning.
Since Winston did not want to head back to his room he decided instead to go searching throughout the mansion. He was rather hungry and feeling that it would be rude to lank about without some pretext he decided it was only his mission to find the kitchen. If he happened to pass through any other rooms on his way it would only be through chance. So Winston began his long trek throughout the corridors.
The Hellsing manor was really a rather large labyrinth of halls, rooms, and stairwells. Curiously, the unique architecture was not the result of countless additions or remodeling like many other English homes. The building had been purposefully designed to be tricky to navigate with the intention of getting those who did not know the building lost in it. Winston in all truth found the place rather cold but he was too excited to care much.
Thinking to himself about all the recent events he concluded that everything was basically a mess. His aunt Abigail was dead but seeing as how he didn't have any proper way to grieve for her he simply didn't want to think about it. His thoughts were more consumed by his parent's little agreement. What had Integral meant when she said Alucard could teach him and why it was necessary was beyond him.
For a brief moment he did consider the strange affect that blood had held over him. He had never really felt such a desire in all his life. When Frederick's blood had oozed out of his throat to the floor Winston had wanted cast him aside and lick every drop of it up. He had not though and that was the important thing. If any other urges would come along he would be able to handle them.
Then litany of doubts began to come to the surface. What if he couldn't control himself? What if Integral was unable to protect him against this freak organization? What if Alucard had some strange motive for wanting to instruct him? And most importantly what would happen after the ordeal was over?
"Who can live on what ifs," he said quietly to himself before he stumbled down a staircase into what finally appeared to be some semblance of a kitchenette. There was an oven and a small fridge in the room along with several cabinets. When Winston began to open them he realized immediately that this room must be used for tea preparation. Ungodly amounts of leaves filled the air with the smell of herbs. Lemon, mint, orange, black cheery, and all other kinds of fragrances dispersed about the room.
When he opened the small refrigerator pound cake and muffins greeted him. It was actually rather frustrating. Winston was quite genuinely hungry by that point. Breakfast had been pretty regular in his life before and in all actuality he hadn't had much after Alucard came to get him. Just a bagel someone had blindly handed him along the way.
Cursing the English for their obsession with tea Winston slowly turned and prepared to leave the room but as he was leaving he was greeted by a new figure. The butler from earlier was in the room now.
" Oh I'm sorry," said Winston casually. "I was looking for the kitchen but this place is rather large." He sort of smiled a half smile wanting to make light of the situation but feeling slightly intimidated.
Walter put on his best face and tried to be as polite as possible. "I see. I think I should warn you that this place is very dangerous Winston."
"Yes, um I know, I mean about the vampires. If that's what you're speaking of."
Walter looked a Winston with a hard face, the kind that a parent would use to scold their children without words. "It's a bit more complicated than simply vampires but all the same this place is not safe to be running around in unless you can handle yourself. I have heard that you will be staying here for a while. It is my duty to see that nothing bad happens to you while you're here Winston. So if you need anything please call for me first do you understand?"
"Oh," he looked down at his feet for a moment before repeating, "I'm sorry. I only wanted something to eat."
"It's quite alright. Sir Hellsing will be taking her tea now but I'll show you where you may go in order to get something to eat. The chef can prepare for you whatever you may like."
Winston trudged forward following Walter. Walter seemed a little aggravated that he could not start Integral's tea immediately but as usual he was extremely polite to Winston. In fact, his politeness was so palpable, Winston felt as though he would rather be yelled at by the man.
They walked on heading toward the kitchen for several minutes. When they finally entered a twisting hallway they came upon two large doors that Walter opened with ease despite his age. Winston stepped into the room fascinated. Brick lined the farthest wall where a giant fireplace was cut into the wall. All the other walls were made of the customary stone. The kitchen blended modern appliances perfectly with the ancient cookware that was incorporated into the old room.
As Winston examined the room Walter took the opportunity to look the boy over again. His likeness to Alucard was apparent and noticeable to anyone but thankfully his other features overshadowed his eyes. Walter doubted anyone would see a connection to Integral except someone who was really paying attention. There were even a few subtle differences from Alucard's face, once Walter took the time to really look at Winston. His hair fell from the center of his head rather then parting to the left as Alucard's and he had a sweetness about him that was lacking in Alucard.
Integral had said little to Walter in regard to Winston. After her meeting with Winston ended she began her work again and when Walter came in to bring her a message she had taken it quickly and said simply that Winston would remain a guest in the Hellsing manor for some time. Walter had not felt the need to press the issue by asking Integral questions about the boy.
Stopping himself from wandering off into thought Walter approached the chef who was apparently busy making pastries. When Walter approached the agitated Dutchman, Hans was yelling at his staff using his native language. The only perceptible English word in his sentence was cream. Hans was apparently angry over not having proper fresh cream stocked. Walter caught Hans off guard slightly when he spoke up.
"Hans we have a new guest at Hellsing." Walter stopped and pointed to Winston who was still busy watching the assembly line that was Hans' staff hard at work. "You're to make anything young Winston here requests. He has suffered through a lot recently and he hasn't really eaten anything in a while."
Hans straightened up and his red cheeks were once again white now that he had finished yelling or had been interrupted anyway. "Of course Walter." He smiled widely. "What Sir Integral's guest like for eating."
Walter continued to smile despite the man's broken English, which was like sand paper to his ears. "Winston, what would you like to eat?" Walter turned to look at the boy engrossed in the process of making jelly.
Winston's ears perked up when he realized he'd been basically ignoring Walter since he entered the room. He walked over to Walter and the chef who had a very nice demeanor about him. "What would you recommend?" He asked hoping to get something good to eat but also having no clue what his appetite would be satisfied by.
Walter spoke up quickly. "Hans' Cornish hens are superb. It's Sir Hellsing's favorite dish."
"Oh," said Winston. "That's sounds fine it about lunch time. Except do you make it with garlic."
Hans paused a moment before responding. Obviously be was decoding Winston's comments into his own native tongue. "The garlic is used yes."
"Well then I'll have to have something without garlic. I'm quite allergic. I broke out in hives when I was five the last time I ever had any garlic."
Walter did not find Winston's comments surprising but Winston on the other hand seemed to be reprocessing the words he spoke as they came out of his mouth. He was only just then realizing how much learning the truth about his heritage explained about his oddities of character. He had always preferred night to day and if he did go outside he was likely to receive terrible sunburn. Little pieces of his life long puzzle were coming together rapidly.
"Well Winston," said Walter. "I'm sure you can think of something else to eat. Hans here will prepare you food any time throughout the day. You needn't come all the way to the kitchen of course. You can pick up a phone and the third line will get you through to the kitchen. The staff can take your food to your room. However, I wanted to show the kitchen so you could get yourself anything at night if you were hungry. I have to go prepare Integral's tea now." With that Walter began to head for the door.
"Bye Walter." Winton's comments barely made it to Walter's ears as he rushed out of the room. Winston supposed Integral must really appreciate her tea for Walter to be so anxious about it.
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Extremely light chapter I don't know why I wrote it but I did. Why Dutch you ask, because French would have been too trite.
