Sorry. College is really hard but Japanese language class is so awesome.
I'd write you some Japanese but ff wont process it correctly so screw it.
Romanji is lame.
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Walter huffed slightly as he hauled several bags and boxes up the stairs of the Hellsing mansion. Winston scrambled on ahead slightly pleased with himself. Perhaps it was silly but he felt rather nice about his new clothes and throughout his little trip he had managed to completely forget about everything that had happened over the last few days.
Walter was simply happy his business with the boy was finished. Winston at twelve was a ball of energy but Walter wasn't getting any younger. Not to mention the fact that his leg had never been quite the same after the helicopter crash. Still it made Walter happy to see Winston in a good mood. Regardless of Winston's heritage to Walter Win was strictly a Hellsing and ought to be treated as such.
When Walter had stumbled inside he paused dropping some of the bags on the floor. Winston turned at the sound of crumpling paper. He suddenly felt terrible when he noticed Walter hunched over his own bags realizing in his excitement he had forgotten to carry any inside. Win rushed over picking up the bags Walter placed on the floor smiling. "Sorry, I got carried away." "Not a problem Master Win but do take them upstairs to you room. Integral won't be pleased if the remain in the hallway."
Winston smiled wider at Walter. His eyes were brightened against the pale gray coat Walter had found for him. It wasn't quite the suede fabric Win had wanted but it was such a fetching cut. Shiny marbleized buttons fell in a single row catching flecks of light. And he finally had on an oxford shirt that fit but instead of wearing a constricting tie the shirt was left unbuttoned at the top with a clean sweater vest over it. Win looked as Walter put it "like a proper English schoolboy" and indeed he was.
Smiling to himself Winston bobbled up the massive Hellsing stairs making his way up to his quarters. Somehow the massive space that had once seemed stuffy and ancient was feeling more like home. Win hadn't thought too much about it when he first arrived but it was now obvious to him that he was indeed sleeping in the master bedroom of the mansion. The size and central location made the room perfect for any patriarch to bed in but the dead give away for Win was the large picture of someone who apparently was one of his relatives on the wall
It was a large gold frame that held a picture of a hard faced man. His features weren't cold but rather he looked the sort of fellow who'd lived a hard life. Underneath the picture on a brass plate on which his name appeared to be engraved in ornate calligraphy. Abraham Van Hellsing. The entire gaudy sight irked Win for some unknown reason. It was the only thing that bothered him about his new home and for some reason he felt it was entirely necessary and proper that he hate the face that stared down at him.
Winston began placing his new clothes in his closet absent mindedly as the sun fell in the October sky. He had blissfully forgotten the pressing matters of this morning and was even beginning to look forward to the thought of starting school on Monday. Then suddenly a chill crept over him shooting up his spine.
He looked up and noticed the setting sun. The light in his room was slowly slinking away with it leaving him in the darkness alone. Except, he knew he wasn't alone. That ominous presence was back creeping in with the shadows just as the light left with the sun. "Show yourself," he yelled but nothing happened.
The happiness on Winston's face had melted away and he was back in the darkness again. He was unable to understand how it was that he was able to think any thoughts at all. The unanswerable questions flooded his mind and the sinking pit returned to his stomach just as the last rays retreated into the horizon off to bring light to another fortunate soul.
"It's deceptive that sun isn't it."
Winston turned to his left looking at Alucard's figure in the darkness leaning against a dresser.
"For you I suppose more than me."
"What are you talking about?" Win questioned.
Alucard stepped forward slowly. "You are not a creature of the light anymore. You should not let it fool you."
Winston glowered at Alucard angrily. "Well then if I'm not a creature of the light any more then what the hell am I? Even vampires are supposed to die when you shot them with silver bullets."
"The bullet that passed through your head left your body and the one that entered your rib cage didn't go near your heart so obviously neither of them could kill you. However, I think you'll find that the wound in your rib cage is worse because the silver was lodged in your body for a time before Walter removed it." Alucard now towered over Win eyeing him directly. "The wound from your chest is still healing right?"
"Yes."
"And your head?"
"It's healed," Win replied.
"II hope that isn't all you really wanted to know this morning because I really don't like being disturbed when I'm resting Winston."
"No I. I wanted to know a lot of things."
"Don't we all but I'm afraid God only permits us a little." Alucard smiled to himself and Winston shuddered slightly.
"What do you know about God any way?"
"Enough," replied Alucard "but we're getting away from the subject. You want to know a lot. A lot about what?"
"The Hellsing family and vampires and you in particular."
Alucard looked thoughtful for a moment and took in a large gulp of air slowly exhaling it. "Well I can't say much about any of those subjects other then myself."
"Well how old are you?"
"Does my age really matter much?"
"Stop avoiding my questions. I want straight answers."
"Don't waste my time with foolish questions and I won't waste your time with foolish answers."
"Fine, why do you serve Integral? You're a vampire so why serve a human being?"
"Because I'm bound too."
"Bound too? What kind of answer is that? I thought you weren't going to waste my time with foolish answers." Win looked at Alucard but the vampire's face was unmoved. "Well, why are you bound too serve her?"
Alucard looked up in the direction of the large painting his face filling with malice and hatred. "The Hellsing's are a clever lot and due to a mistake on my part I'm bound to serve them."
"Who is he?" Winston pointed to the man in the large frame.
Alucard laughed a little. "You don't read much fiction do you Winston."
"No," he replied.
"Well I wouldn't suggest you start now but I will say if you've ever had the chance to read that fabricated masterpiece of Stokers he did manage a few of the key players thanks to some random scribbling of Harker's. "
"What are you talking about?"
"Shall I tell you how I first met Abraham Van Hellsing?"
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Sorry, I had a lot of work. The grammar and sentence structure of this chapter is bad I'm sure. I haven't written anything in a long time.
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Walter huffed slightly as he hauled several bags and boxes up the stairs of the Hellsing mansion. Winston scrambled on ahead slightly pleased with himself. Perhaps it was silly but he felt rather nice about his new clothes and throughout his little trip he had managed to completely forget about everything that had happened over the last few days.
Walter was simply happy his business with the boy was finished. Winston at twelve was a ball of energy but Walter wasn't getting any younger. Not to mention the fact that his leg had never been quite the same after the helicopter crash. Still it made Walter happy to see Winston in a good mood. Regardless of Winston's heritage to Walter Win was strictly a Hellsing and ought to be treated as such.
When Walter had stumbled inside he paused dropping some of the bags on the floor. Winston turned at the sound of crumpling paper. He suddenly felt terrible when he noticed Walter hunched over his own bags realizing in his excitement he had forgotten to carry any inside. Win rushed over picking up the bags Walter placed on the floor smiling. "Sorry, I got carried away." "Not a problem Master Win but do take them upstairs to you room. Integral won't be pleased if the remain in the hallway."
Winston smiled wider at Walter. His eyes were brightened against the pale gray coat Walter had found for him. It wasn't quite the suede fabric Win had wanted but it was such a fetching cut. Shiny marbleized buttons fell in a single row catching flecks of light. And he finally had on an oxford shirt that fit but instead of wearing a constricting tie the shirt was left unbuttoned at the top with a clean sweater vest over it. Win looked as Walter put it "like a proper English schoolboy" and indeed he was.
Smiling to himself Winston bobbled up the massive Hellsing stairs making his way up to his quarters. Somehow the massive space that had once seemed stuffy and ancient was feeling more like home. Win hadn't thought too much about it when he first arrived but it was now obvious to him that he was indeed sleeping in the master bedroom of the mansion. The size and central location made the room perfect for any patriarch to bed in but the dead give away for Win was the large picture of someone who apparently was one of his relatives on the wall
It was a large gold frame that held a picture of a hard faced man. His features weren't cold but rather he looked the sort of fellow who'd lived a hard life. Underneath the picture on a brass plate on which his name appeared to be engraved in ornate calligraphy. Abraham Van Hellsing. The entire gaudy sight irked Win for some unknown reason. It was the only thing that bothered him about his new home and for some reason he felt it was entirely necessary and proper that he hate the face that stared down at him.
Winston began placing his new clothes in his closet absent mindedly as the sun fell in the October sky. He had blissfully forgotten the pressing matters of this morning and was even beginning to look forward to the thought of starting school on Monday. Then suddenly a chill crept over him shooting up his spine.
He looked up and noticed the setting sun. The light in his room was slowly slinking away with it leaving him in the darkness alone. Except, he knew he wasn't alone. That ominous presence was back creeping in with the shadows just as the light left with the sun. "Show yourself," he yelled but nothing happened.
The happiness on Winston's face had melted away and he was back in the darkness again. He was unable to understand how it was that he was able to think any thoughts at all. The unanswerable questions flooded his mind and the sinking pit returned to his stomach just as the last rays retreated into the horizon off to bring light to another fortunate soul.
"It's deceptive that sun isn't it."
Winston turned to his left looking at Alucard's figure in the darkness leaning against a dresser.
"For you I suppose more than me."
"What are you talking about?" Win questioned.
Alucard stepped forward slowly. "You are not a creature of the light anymore. You should not let it fool you."
Winston glowered at Alucard angrily. "Well then if I'm not a creature of the light any more then what the hell am I? Even vampires are supposed to die when you shot them with silver bullets."
"The bullet that passed through your head left your body and the one that entered your rib cage didn't go near your heart so obviously neither of them could kill you. However, I think you'll find that the wound in your rib cage is worse because the silver was lodged in your body for a time before Walter removed it." Alucard now towered over Win eyeing him directly. "The wound from your chest is still healing right?"
"Yes."
"And your head?"
"It's healed," Win replied.
"II hope that isn't all you really wanted to know this morning because I really don't like being disturbed when I'm resting Winston."
"No I. I wanted to know a lot of things."
"Don't we all but I'm afraid God only permits us a little." Alucard smiled to himself and Winston shuddered slightly.
"What do you know about God any way?"
"Enough," replied Alucard "but we're getting away from the subject. You want to know a lot. A lot about what?"
"The Hellsing family and vampires and you in particular."
Alucard looked thoughtful for a moment and took in a large gulp of air slowly exhaling it. "Well I can't say much about any of those subjects other then myself."
"Well how old are you?"
"Does my age really matter much?"
"Stop avoiding my questions. I want straight answers."
"Don't waste my time with foolish questions and I won't waste your time with foolish answers."
"Fine, why do you serve Integral? You're a vampire so why serve a human being?"
"Because I'm bound too."
"Bound too? What kind of answer is that? I thought you weren't going to waste my time with foolish answers." Win looked at Alucard but the vampire's face was unmoved. "Well, why are you bound too serve her?"
Alucard looked up in the direction of the large painting his face filling with malice and hatred. "The Hellsing's are a clever lot and due to a mistake on my part I'm bound to serve them."
"Who is he?" Winston pointed to the man in the large frame.
Alucard laughed a little. "You don't read much fiction do you Winston."
"No," he replied.
"Well I wouldn't suggest you start now but I will say if you've ever had the chance to read that fabricated masterpiece of Stokers he did manage a few of the key players thanks to some random scribbling of Harker's. "
"What are you talking about?"
"Shall I tell you how I first met Abraham Van Hellsing?"
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Sorry, I had a lot of work. The grammar and sentence structure of this chapter is bad I'm sure. I haven't written anything in a long time.
