Will Seras' little girl turn the Hellsing Organization upside down? Who's the little crimson eyed darling's father? And just what does Sir Integra find so interesting about the child? Told from Integra's POV. And I don't own Hellsing.
Auntie Integra
I can't say I wasn't irritated when Seras first introduced me to her child. I was also impressed that she'd kept the little one a secret for two years, but I suppose young vampires don't make much noise. And I'm hardly displeased with the child's given name. Although I must say I was surprised the night Seras asked to speak with me. I hadn't expected her to walk into the room with a small girl in her arms. Despite having been taught to eliminate vampires, I couldn't help thinking just how darling the little creature was. Pale grayish blond hair reached to her shoulders and she was perfectly adorable in the simple dress she wore. The only thing that really showed the dainty little thing to be a vampire was her blood red eyes. I was quite amused, watching her explore my office. I'd already assured Seras she could stay when I asked her name. The answer, was Intera. I was shocked to say the least. I hadn't thought Seras would even consider naming her child after me. "Auntie Integra!" The child's voice jolts me from my thoughts. Smiling, I stand and sweep the little girl off the floor and into a hug. "Good evening, darling. Did you sleep well today?" She nods and hugs me again. It's times like this I marvel at how like a human child she is. Today has hardly been a good day, but Intera has just woken up and already I'm feeling the stress disappear. I set her down and take her by the hand, "shall we go out for a bit?" Her red eyes light up at my suggestion, "can we?" I chuckle to myself at her expression. "Of course." We start downstairs. As we pass by the kitchen, I call to my butler. "Walter, I'm going out for a walk. If anyone calls, I'm not available." "Yes, Sir Integra." Intera and I head outside and begin our walk in the cool evening air. As we walk, I slip back into my thoughts. I'm well aware of what this child is, and what she'll become in later years. Even so, I get the feeling I'm doing the right thing. It does bother me though. That feeling is completely against my upbringing. Still, I think this is how it's supposed to be. After all, there must be some special reason behind her existence, this delicate child of the night. It's so seldom that a vampire is born in the human sense of the word. Most vampires are created by another vampire sharing blood. Intera was born from her mother's body, like any human child. So few are those of her kind that have come to their existence in this way, that I believe there is some purpose for her. I don't know what that might be but, unless I shake this feeling, she'll exist to find that purpose. "Auntie Integra?" I'm brought back to reality once more. "Yes?" "Aren't the stars pretty?" "They are." As we walk on, one last thought crosses my mind. Who is Intera's father?
Chaos: Okay, here's the deal. After I wrote 'Reflection' I was asked to turn it into a story. 'Reflection' is a one-shot fic. This story is compensation. There will be at least 3 more chapters to this one. Thanks to those who reviewed 'Reflection'. I hope everybody likes this one as well. Ciao.