Funny you should mention a dream parody LSR-7 I have one planed but not for
a few more chapters.
I don't own Hellsing.
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She hadn't been able to sleep till she walked in to check on him. He lay there in her father's bed for a second night covered in dry blood. His head and chest were bandaged in thick gauss. Integral did not need to undue the bandages to know they were gunshots. The wounds probably were trifling in Alucard's eyes but to Integral they seemed horrible.
For a moment Integral had sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her hand softly through Winston's hair. The raven tresses had a sweet silky touch about them that was so different from his father's. Integral always remembered Alucard's hair feeling like a slithering snake. Then for the first time Integral noticed that Winston's hair parted in the center as her own did. However, it fell in wave like strands about his face like Alucard's. After a few more stolen moments Integral picked herself up and walked to her own room next to Winston's.
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The morning light came into his room cruelly. He had only had a few hours rest before the sun came up but the moment its rays entered his room they had disturbed his sleep. He tried to pull the curtains shut and block out the intruding offending daylight but once he had woken up the terrible headache he had would not permit him to fall back asleep. Knowing he would not be able to rest anymore Winston got up groggily but before he even had his head off the pillow he heard a gentle rapping noise at his door.
"Come in," he said fumbling out the words.
Then his door opened and the clink and clank of china could be heard as Walter entered the room bringing a cart and tray with what appeared to be breakfast on it. "Good morning Mr. Richmond. Sir Hellsing has instructed me to bring you your breakfast in your room this morning." Walter smiled kindly at Winston. Somehow the old angel of death's heart had warmed to the boy after Integral had expressed such concern over him. "I made sure there was no garlic in your meal and I brought up some stainless steal stemware."
Winston brought up his hand to his head rubbing his wound. "Huh. Why stainless steal stemware."
"Um, I thought perhaps silver would be inappropriate."
"What are you talking about?" then once again the memories flooded back into Winston's mind and suddenly he remembered that he shouldn't be eating breakfast at all. "Where is he?" Before Winston even got out the words he had jumped up off his bed looking around the room for his shirt.
"Who?"
"ALUCARD!" Winston ran to the chair in the farthest corner of his room when he noticed his shirt had been strung across it.
"Alucard is sleeping Winston."
"Well where is his room I need to talk to him now. I have to ask him something."
"He's in the old dungeons of course but I would hardly recommend entering his quarters without his permission. He won't tolerate such behavior Winston. Why don't you just sit down and have breakfast? Han's prepared a lovely omelet."
"I can't I have to speak with him," but Winston was out the door before Walter had time to reply.
Walter stood there, slightly puzzled by all the events. Things at Hellsing had managed to get quite out of hand in less than a weeks time. Deciding it would be a waste of food to leave Winston's breakfast in his bedroom, Walter brought it down to the kitchenette of the floor. That way he could keep it warm till Winston was ready to eat.
Winston ran down the numerous flights of stairs without a clue where he was going but it didn't matter. He would find Alucard's room, of that he was certain. When he had gotten to the bottom of the stairwell he could tell he had entered the mansion's basement just by observing the difference in décor.
Cold stonewalls enclosed him on all sides but the floor was also stone. No tapestries or painting were anywhere everything was bare. There were modern lights but along the walls old sconces stood in order to place torches. The Hellsing mansion must have been centuries old. After all who knew how long vampire has existed?
As these questioned came into Winston's mind he began to wonder about his families history -all of his families history. How old was Hellsing and his father for that matter? When did vampires come into being? Why did Alucard serve Integral? Most importantly though, he wanted to know why he wasn't dead? He had killed himself but yet here he was walking throughout these warped halls.
Out of nowhere Winston was filled with an unexplainable urge to turn left when he passed a hallway perpendicular to his own. He turned quickly and continued walking till he reached a large oaken door. Not knowing what to expect Winston pushed his body against the door even though he had a feeling it was locked. The door didn't budge but Winston began to rap hard of the wood pounding his fists against the heavy door.
He stood there banging over and over till his fists were beat red and sore; yet, he wasn't even conscious of the pain. Some primal force kept driving him on desperately. The closer he felt to defeat the more enraged he became and before long the thick wood began to bow inward with each thrust. When the wood finally cracked in half it reminded Winston of a bent popsicle stick. It splintered off in all different directions but the door crumpled forward hitting the ground.
Winston stepped into the room with reticence. There was a simple wooden table along the farthest wall. In front of it in the middle of the room rather morbidly sat a large coffin with a gold cross upon it. Winston walked over to it slowly afraid that each one of his steps was giving away his prescience.
When he stood next to the coffin he brought his right hand forward slowly and tapped it quietly. Nothing in the room stirred. Winston sucked in a heavy breath and pushed the coffin lid back, slipping it to the floor with a heavy clank.
Alucard's figure could be seen laid out amongst the deep black satin lining of the casket. He did not stir in the slightest not even to open his eyes. However, when Winston leaned over the coffin to look at Alucard he spoke up in a rather agitated voice. "Winston put the lid back on my bed and go have your breakfast. We can talk about whatever you want when night falls but until then you are not to disturb me."
"NO," he yelled. "We have to talk now."
Alucard sat up slowly his lips were drawn into a taunt frown that would have done Integral proud. He did not say one word to Winston or even look at him. He merely leaned over and pulled up the coffin lid, once again entombing himself.
Winston stood nonplussed for about a minute before he began to bang on the coffin lid as he had Alucard's door.
Alucard's voice could again be heard muffled by the coffin. "Do not dare do to my coffin what you did to my door. I've had all I can take of your brutish human thinking. Now go away until the sun has gone down."
After this some heavy force pushed Winston back slamming his head into the hard stonewalls. His body slunk downward in agony. The knock had rekindled his head wound and suddenly he was painfully aware of his swollen red hands.
He would have sat there and cried if Alucard hadn't been there but instead he picked himself up and wandered off back to the halls. This time however he felt no strange urges telling him where to go he simply sulked about lost amongst the endless labyrinth of Hellsing.
None of it made any sense he should be dead and in hell by now but instead he was still stuck in the world of the living. Vampires could be killed couldn't they? The priest had killed the vampire that had killed his aunt but why couldn't Winston kill himself? Winston felt like he was drowning alive in all the questions that floated around in his throbbing head.
When he finally found his way back upstairs to his room he noticed that his breakfast was gone but it really didn't matter. He wasn't hungry at all. He wanted piece of mind but he knew he wouldn't get that till nightfall so instead he wandered into the bathroom to take a shower.
He took off his shirt slowly wincing as he pulled off his sleeve with his small swollen fingers. He sat down on the toilet seat to undue the bandages around his chest but when he took them off he noticed to his surprise that the wound had already closed and was somewhat healed. There were deep bruises around his rib cage but the bullet hole had already scarred over.
Standing up slowly he walked over to a mirror and began to undue the bandage around his forehead. He looked at himself as he quickly unwrapped the bandage. When it finally fell to the floor Winston gasped quietly. The wound was completely healed and this time there wasn't even a scar. He even felt along the back of his head for where the bullet had left his body but aside from a clump of missing hair he was fine.
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Miles and miles to go before I sleep
I don't own Hellsing.
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She hadn't been able to sleep till she walked in to check on him. He lay there in her father's bed for a second night covered in dry blood. His head and chest were bandaged in thick gauss. Integral did not need to undue the bandages to know they were gunshots. The wounds probably were trifling in Alucard's eyes but to Integral they seemed horrible.
For a moment Integral had sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her hand softly through Winston's hair. The raven tresses had a sweet silky touch about them that was so different from his father's. Integral always remembered Alucard's hair feeling like a slithering snake. Then for the first time Integral noticed that Winston's hair parted in the center as her own did. However, it fell in wave like strands about his face like Alucard's. After a few more stolen moments Integral picked herself up and walked to her own room next to Winston's.
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The morning light came into his room cruelly. He had only had a few hours rest before the sun came up but the moment its rays entered his room they had disturbed his sleep. He tried to pull the curtains shut and block out the intruding offending daylight but once he had woken up the terrible headache he had would not permit him to fall back asleep. Knowing he would not be able to rest anymore Winston got up groggily but before he even had his head off the pillow he heard a gentle rapping noise at his door.
"Come in," he said fumbling out the words.
Then his door opened and the clink and clank of china could be heard as Walter entered the room bringing a cart and tray with what appeared to be breakfast on it. "Good morning Mr. Richmond. Sir Hellsing has instructed me to bring you your breakfast in your room this morning." Walter smiled kindly at Winston. Somehow the old angel of death's heart had warmed to the boy after Integral had expressed such concern over him. "I made sure there was no garlic in your meal and I brought up some stainless steal stemware."
Winston brought up his hand to his head rubbing his wound. "Huh. Why stainless steal stemware."
"Um, I thought perhaps silver would be inappropriate."
"What are you talking about?" then once again the memories flooded back into Winston's mind and suddenly he remembered that he shouldn't be eating breakfast at all. "Where is he?" Before Winston even got out the words he had jumped up off his bed looking around the room for his shirt.
"Who?"
"ALUCARD!" Winston ran to the chair in the farthest corner of his room when he noticed his shirt had been strung across it.
"Alucard is sleeping Winston."
"Well where is his room I need to talk to him now. I have to ask him something."
"He's in the old dungeons of course but I would hardly recommend entering his quarters without his permission. He won't tolerate such behavior Winston. Why don't you just sit down and have breakfast? Han's prepared a lovely omelet."
"I can't I have to speak with him," but Winston was out the door before Walter had time to reply.
Walter stood there, slightly puzzled by all the events. Things at Hellsing had managed to get quite out of hand in less than a weeks time. Deciding it would be a waste of food to leave Winston's breakfast in his bedroom, Walter brought it down to the kitchenette of the floor. That way he could keep it warm till Winston was ready to eat.
Winston ran down the numerous flights of stairs without a clue where he was going but it didn't matter. He would find Alucard's room, of that he was certain. When he had gotten to the bottom of the stairwell he could tell he had entered the mansion's basement just by observing the difference in décor.
Cold stonewalls enclosed him on all sides but the floor was also stone. No tapestries or painting were anywhere everything was bare. There were modern lights but along the walls old sconces stood in order to place torches. The Hellsing mansion must have been centuries old. After all who knew how long vampire has existed?
As these questioned came into Winston's mind he began to wonder about his families history -all of his families history. How old was Hellsing and his father for that matter? When did vampires come into being? Why did Alucard serve Integral? Most importantly though, he wanted to know why he wasn't dead? He had killed himself but yet here he was walking throughout these warped halls.
Out of nowhere Winston was filled with an unexplainable urge to turn left when he passed a hallway perpendicular to his own. He turned quickly and continued walking till he reached a large oaken door. Not knowing what to expect Winston pushed his body against the door even though he had a feeling it was locked. The door didn't budge but Winston began to rap hard of the wood pounding his fists against the heavy door.
He stood there banging over and over till his fists were beat red and sore; yet, he wasn't even conscious of the pain. Some primal force kept driving him on desperately. The closer he felt to defeat the more enraged he became and before long the thick wood began to bow inward with each thrust. When the wood finally cracked in half it reminded Winston of a bent popsicle stick. It splintered off in all different directions but the door crumpled forward hitting the ground.
Winston stepped into the room with reticence. There was a simple wooden table along the farthest wall. In front of it in the middle of the room rather morbidly sat a large coffin with a gold cross upon it. Winston walked over to it slowly afraid that each one of his steps was giving away his prescience.
When he stood next to the coffin he brought his right hand forward slowly and tapped it quietly. Nothing in the room stirred. Winston sucked in a heavy breath and pushed the coffin lid back, slipping it to the floor with a heavy clank.
Alucard's figure could be seen laid out amongst the deep black satin lining of the casket. He did not stir in the slightest not even to open his eyes. However, when Winston leaned over the coffin to look at Alucard he spoke up in a rather agitated voice. "Winston put the lid back on my bed and go have your breakfast. We can talk about whatever you want when night falls but until then you are not to disturb me."
"NO," he yelled. "We have to talk now."
Alucard sat up slowly his lips were drawn into a taunt frown that would have done Integral proud. He did not say one word to Winston or even look at him. He merely leaned over and pulled up the coffin lid, once again entombing himself.
Winston stood nonplussed for about a minute before he began to bang on the coffin lid as he had Alucard's door.
Alucard's voice could again be heard muffled by the coffin. "Do not dare do to my coffin what you did to my door. I've had all I can take of your brutish human thinking. Now go away until the sun has gone down."
After this some heavy force pushed Winston back slamming his head into the hard stonewalls. His body slunk downward in agony. The knock had rekindled his head wound and suddenly he was painfully aware of his swollen red hands.
He would have sat there and cried if Alucard hadn't been there but instead he picked himself up and wandered off back to the halls. This time however he felt no strange urges telling him where to go he simply sulked about lost amongst the endless labyrinth of Hellsing.
None of it made any sense he should be dead and in hell by now but instead he was still stuck in the world of the living. Vampires could be killed couldn't they? The priest had killed the vampire that had killed his aunt but why couldn't Winston kill himself? Winston felt like he was drowning alive in all the questions that floated around in his throbbing head.
When he finally found his way back upstairs to his room he noticed that his breakfast was gone but it really didn't matter. He wasn't hungry at all. He wanted piece of mind but he knew he wouldn't get that till nightfall so instead he wandered into the bathroom to take a shower.
He took off his shirt slowly wincing as he pulled off his sleeve with his small swollen fingers. He sat down on the toilet seat to undue the bandages around his chest but when he took them off he noticed to his surprise that the wound had already closed and was somewhat healed. There were deep bruises around his rib cage but the bullet hole had already scarred over.
Standing up slowly he walked over to a mirror and began to undue the bandage around his forehead. He looked at himself as he quickly unwrapped the bandage. When it finally fell to the floor Winston gasped quietly. The wound was completely healed and this time there wasn't even a scar. He even felt along the back of his head for where the bullet had left his body but aside from a clump of missing hair he was fine.
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Sigh
Miles and miles to go before I sleep
