Yep, this is chapter 16 and the story still has a plot and I still have my
sanity, AND I STILL DON'T HAVE THE THIRD HELLSING MANGA! Ok, I'm done with
that, let's move on...
"Who are you?" Walter asked as his eyebrow twitched a little as he became very annoyed with the situation. How did this new vampire know his name and Alucard's without really fighting with them? It was nearly impossible... Unless, unless she had came here to battle them in the first place and when she took some of his blood, it was just a way to start conflict. But she seemed unarmed which made a good alibi for her, but he wasn't about to take any chances.
Getting up as Angela watched him; he saw that she knew what was coming that she was becoming scared. Perhaps, she wasn't here to battle either one of them and that she was telling the truth. Yet even if she was, it would probably be best if he stood standing just in case something did come up like that. And with his luck, it would...
"Oh, sorry, my name's Angela! You probably don't remember much, but tonight, a blue light surrounded me and took me right into the middle of a battle field during a mission involving Alucard and some other vampire. Well, the other vampire turned me into a vampire and then, latter on, cast a spell on you turning you younger. And, I know all your names because in my dimension, you're only anime characters and nothing more in one of my favorite mangas, Hellsing," Angela said as she hesitantly took another seat near her and sat down in it like she usually sat in chairs, Indian style. She could tell thought that Walter was probably thinking of her as enemy rather than some ally from a different dimension and this probably sounded weird coming from her mouth too. It probably made her sound totally psycho or something...
"Anime? Manga?" Walter asked as he began to slowly put his wires away. Now it was certain that she didn't really want to fight and that she had already been in a battle. But did this mean that she was injured, her ally killed, and that she went to work for Hellsing? It seemed that way, but when she said the words describing it, Walter could tell that she had underlining hate for this undead. And that could only mean one thing; he was the one who turned her into this. No wonder she was so young...
"Japanese cartooning really... The stereo type for this is usually small noses and mouths, but the mouths are big when they open and big eyes with weird hair styles or weird colors of hair. But some animes aren't always like that Mr. Walter so don't take that as offensive," Angela said unsure of the whole situation. She knew from most of the websites that she visited that Walter, even after putting back his weapons, could drag them out again and cut her into little pieces of vampire and she wasn't just about to take that risk. So, now what was she going to do that Walter was awake and trusting her? Have a conversation with him? Because if that was the case, it was pretty much going to be impossible...
"Ok, so I heard that a spell was cast upon me changing my age. So what age was I before I got turned into this age?" Walter asked as he sat down on the chair that Angela had previously set out for herself in the first place. If this was true, he would love to hear it... And perhaps this would also give him some answers to why he was in an old guy's room. I mean, it was worth a try and she seemed to know all the answers so what else could he do? Ask a potato?
"I- I'm not too sure about that one Mr. Walter. All I know is that you were probably around the age of 69 or older, that's all I can say," Angela said putting her head down indicating that she somewhat knew the answer, but even if it wasn't really on the dot, she could tell that Walter was becoming to comprehend things. And she knew that it was most likely hard to swallow, so any questions he asked, she would try to answer them slowly. But like she would miss an opportunity to explain and to not slow down...
Walter's jaw dropped almost to the floor when he heard what his real age was. No wonder his room was so different, he was an old man! Well, he was an old man so now what? Was he going to turn back or what? Or was this the way the curse was and he was just going to have to grow up again? Boy, what this world was coming to...
"So, dose that mean that I'm really an old man and dose that mean I'm gonna stay like this until I grow up?" Walter asked looking at his options as Angela looked down sadly.
"I'm not even sure about that even Mr. Walter... I mean, I suppose that you're just gonna be stuck like this until you grow out of this or something," Angela said as she got up and made her way towards him just in case he needed some comforting. To her, that's what she felt was her duty to do. I mean, it was only the most honest thing to do and plus, she couldn't stand to see anyone hurting like this. It just wasn't in her nature to, it just wasn't. But she decided that she had better just approach him slowly so he didn't think that it was the right time to cut her into little slices...
"Yeah, well, at least I know my own name. Now, what in the name are you doing?" Walter asked as he looked up to see her slowly approaching him. Of course, this surprised her causing her to jump a little, but when she settled down a little, she smiled nervously at him and answered.
"Well, I thought you might need someone to comfort you now so I just was nearing you to do so," Angela said as she began to scratch her head with her hand. Even if that was the truth, that seemed so bad that it seemed that it was just a lye. But to her surprise, all she could see was Walter nod and pat on one side of the bed. Right away, she understood as she took a seat on the bed and faced him.
"Thanks."
"You're welcome."
"So, is Abraham around? Who's running the Hellsing Organization?" Walter asked as he began to scan the room for something to quench his thirst that was beginning to build up from all this talking. After all, he was only human...
"Abraham? I think he's dead; actually, I'm sure he is. But his descendant is running the Organization as we speak. Her name is Integra, but we call her Sir Integra. I honestly forgot her full name so...," Angela said smiling as she tried to lighten the mood. Yet she could tell that she was failing horribly. This was not her night; it just wasn't her night at all....
Ch. 16, reply!
"Who are you?" Walter asked as his eyebrow twitched a little as he became very annoyed with the situation. How did this new vampire know his name and Alucard's without really fighting with them? It was nearly impossible... Unless, unless she had came here to battle them in the first place and when she took some of his blood, it was just a way to start conflict. But she seemed unarmed which made a good alibi for her, but he wasn't about to take any chances.
Getting up as Angela watched him; he saw that she knew what was coming that she was becoming scared. Perhaps, she wasn't here to battle either one of them and that she was telling the truth. Yet even if she was, it would probably be best if he stood standing just in case something did come up like that. And with his luck, it would...
"Oh, sorry, my name's Angela! You probably don't remember much, but tonight, a blue light surrounded me and took me right into the middle of a battle field during a mission involving Alucard and some other vampire. Well, the other vampire turned me into a vampire and then, latter on, cast a spell on you turning you younger. And, I know all your names because in my dimension, you're only anime characters and nothing more in one of my favorite mangas, Hellsing," Angela said as she hesitantly took another seat near her and sat down in it like she usually sat in chairs, Indian style. She could tell thought that Walter was probably thinking of her as enemy rather than some ally from a different dimension and this probably sounded weird coming from her mouth too. It probably made her sound totally psycho or something...
"Anime? Manga?" Walter asked as he began to slowly put his wires away. Now it was certain that she didn't really want to fight and that she had already been in a battle. But did this mean that she was injured, her ally killed, and that she went to work for Hellsing? It seemed that way, but when she said the words describing it, Walter could tell that she had underlining hate for this undead. And that could only mean one thing; he was the one who turned her into this. No wonder she was so young...
"Japanese cartooning really... The stereo type for this is usually small noses and mouths, but the mouths are big when they open and big eyes with weird hair styles or weird colors of hair. But some animes aren't always like that Mr. Walter so don't take that as offensive," Angela said unsure of the whole situation. She knew from most of the websites that she visited that Walter, even after putting back his weapons, could drag them out again and cut her into little pieces of vampire and she wasn't just about to take that risk. So, now what was she going to do that Walter was awake and trusting her? Have a conversation with him? Because if that was the case, it was pretty much going to be impossible...
"Ok, so I heard that a spell was cast upon me changing my age. So what age was I before I got turned into this age?" Walter asked as he sat down on the chair that Angela had previously set out for herself in the first place. If this was true, he would love to hear it... And perhaps this would also give him some answers to why he was in an old guy's room. I mean, it was worth a try and she seemed to know all the answers so what else could he do? Ask a potato?
"I- I'm not too sure about that one Mr. Walter. All I know is that you were probably around the age of 69 or older, that's all I can say," Angela said putting her head down indicating that she somewhat knew the answer, but even if it wasn't really on the dot, she could tell that Walter was becoming to comprehend things. And she knew that it was most likely hard to swallow, so any questions he asked, she would try to answer them slowly. But like she would miss an opportunity to explain and to not slow down...
Walter's jaw dropped almost to the floor when he heard what his real age was. No wonder his room was so different, he was an old man! Well, he was an old man so now what? Was he going to turn back or what? Or was this the way the curse was and he was just going to have to grow up again? Boy, what this world was coming to...
"So, dose that mean that I'm really an old man and dose that mean I'm gonna stay like this until I grow up?" Walter asked looking at his options as Angela looked down sadly.
"I'm not even sure about that even Mr. Walter... I mean, I suppose that you're just gonna be stuck like this until you grow out of this or something," Angela said as she got up and made her way towards him just in case he needed some comforting. To her, that's what she felt was her duty to do. I mean, it was only the most honest thing to do and plus, she couldn't stand to see anyone hurting like this. It just wasn't in her nature to, it just wasn't. But she decided that she had better just approach him slowly so he didn't think that it was the right time to cut her into little slices...
"Yeah, well, at least I know my own name. Now, what in the name are you doing?" Walter asked as he looked up to see her slowly approaching him. Of course, this surprised her causing her to jump a little, but when she settled down a little, she smiled nervously at him and answered.
"Well, I thought you might need someone to comfort you now so I just was nearing you to do so," Angela said as she began to scratch her head with her hand. Even if that was the truth, that seemed so bad that it seemed that it was just a lye. But to her surprise, all she could see was Walter nod and pat on one side of the bed. Right away, she understood as she took a seat on the bed and faced him.
"Thanks."
"You're welcome."
"So, is Abraham around? Who's running the Hellsing Organization?" Walter asked as he began to scan the room for something to quench his thirst that was beginning to build up from all this talking. After all, he was only human...
"Abraham? I think he's dead; actually, I'm sure he is. But his descendant is running the Organization as we speak. Her name is Integra, but we call her Sir Integra. I honestly forgot her full name so...," Angela said smiling as she tried to lighten the mood. Yet she could tell that she was failing horribly. This was not her night; it just wasn't her night at all....
Ch. 16, reply!