Authors Note: This has been running circles in my head since I first heard
this song. It's my first songfic/fanfic. I'd love reviews, suggestions,
even flames. Just give me some sign it's been read. :-)
This song is "Little Drop of Poison" by Tom Waits
I like my town with a little drop of poison
Nobody knows they're lining up to go insane
I'm all alone, I smoke my friends down to the filter
But I feel much cleaner after it rains
Integra Windgates Hellsing had always been slightly sadistic. Now sitting
alone in a beautifully furnished jail cell, she could only chuckle at her
plight. She had finally saved England from the vampires and FREAKs that
threatened, completing and ending her family's pact. It was over, truly
over. Yet she could not celebrate.
She flicked away her cigar butt and reached for another. Lighting it with
a match, she could not help to reminisce the days that led up to her
pathetic demise.
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She left in the fall, that's her picture on the wall
She always had that little drop of poison
Walter paced the halls of the Hellsing family manor. He paused when a
flicker of light caught his eye, stopping with a slight click of his heels
echoing down the marbled passage. The candle he carried, merely a stub of
white wax, had reflected of the gold frame of a painting. He could not
help but to look mournfully upon the subject.
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Did the devil make the world while god was sleeping
You'll never get a wish from a bone
Another wrong good-bye and a hundred sailors
That deep blue sky is my home
Alucard, her precious little pet, had easily destroyed Incognito once she
had released the wards binding him. The world was rid of one of the last
powerful vampires in existence, and more importantly Mother England.
She was still angry with Walter for hurling her out of the plane with his
filaments, mainly because she knew not if he lived. Hell had materialized
as four stone walls around her, and nothing entered but her dinner, cigars,
and of course, her pet. But Alucard was most useless for information. He
was too enamored with the idea of sinking his long canines into her soft
flesh and draining her dry of life.
But before she was locked away, she did know this. The Hellsing
Organization and all of its soldiers were dead. She had failed her men, as
she had failed to stand tall in her father's footsteps. Every time Alucard
appeared, his offer of death sounded more and more appealing.
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She left in the fall, that's her picture on the wall
She always had that little drop of poison
The Angel of Death was at a loss. His purpose was now rendered unfeasible.
The lock made a small click as Walter turned the key, shutting off the
Hellsing manor from the outside world. He paced slowly to the car, not
daring to turn back at what was once a great empire.
He left the drive for the last time, never to return. He could not help
but to think back to that gold-bordered painting and the plaque that hung
below it. "Sir Integra Windgates Hellsing (1977-2002)." Her ice blue eyes
still haunted him, holding a steady glower seemingly for him, despite the
growing distance and separating time.
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And a rat always knows when he's in with weasels
Here you lose a little every day
Well I remember when a million was a million
They all have ways to make you pay
She had known that the council had met secretly without her, making it
painfully obvious what the topic was. They had been more than peeved at
the occurrence when the FREAKs had broken in on Hellsing Headquarters,
despite the fact that they had survived.
Integra sighed again. This darkened cell did not suit her. But perhaps
there were other options. Yes, indeed, other options. She smiled cruelly
at her thoughts.
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She left in the fall, that's her picture on the wall
She always had that little drop of poison
But it was over. Giving a last sigh of defeat, Walter let go, drifting
slowly into his dreams, or more accurately, his nightmares.
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She left in the fall, that's her picture on the wall
She always had that little drop of poison
Alucard would be pleased with her decision. She almost changed her mind
when she thought of the maniacal 'I told you so' expression that would
adorn her pet's face.