Authors Note: No, I do not own any property of Hellsing, yet like many of you out there, I wish I did.
Two weeks later
Looking out the window gave me my composed feel upon life. Like the sunset performs for others, it performs for me.
It was only Two weeks ago and nothing had been moved in my room since the incident. I felt my neck and the surge of pain emerged once more, hurting my pride as well as my body.
My mind was sickened with the remembrance of the banshee's actions around my delicate throat and chest.
"I couldn't resist," I told myself, "I sat there watching her devour my stainless soul to the grimy piece of filth it is now"
My chest was faintly stained from my spilt blood, my precious, crimson, life-giving blood.
I looked to my desk, seeing only the knife I used to revive myself from the phantom's grasp. It was a slim option but the only one open to me: to give in and become a vampire, or to keep going and stay along the living to serve my Queen and my country.
The thought of being a vampire crossed my mind, but only for a few measly seconds. I wouldn't stay like Arucard even if I could live forever, which he enjoyably does.
The sun glinted on my full-moon glasses, rotating once more around this damned earth.
I sighed, my neck stinging slightly from the operation I had days ago to help me through the battle of the poisons lurking inside my veins.
The situation then was…dire.
Arucard had visited me since then, checking. Checking is all that he does. I'd fire the overgrown freak if I had the chance. If I had the chance.
The question of why he wasn't there to save me that night puzzled my mind.
I closed my eyes in concentration to search through my head for the answer I seeked.
A long time I hunted, long enough for someone to reach my door and knock on it's carved wooden panels.
Clonk! Clonk!
My senses quickly reacted and I reached for my lent Walther PPK under my long robes, aiming shakily at the door.
"Who is it?" I shouted, stern eyed.
The door slightly opened and I twitched, pulling the trigger and making the newly bullet's impression on the door. Walter strided through, looking at the dent in the woodand then to me, my hand clutching my face in shock.
"Sir Integra,I believe you realise you are supposedto be resting and not playing with your toys." He placed his hand in front of me and I surrendered my weapon.
"I'm not going back to my chamber, I have work to do. I am strong enough Walter" I spoke. Walking back to my desk, he stared at me with disbelief.
"Sir Integra! You are still somewhat in pain, you must rest!" he ordered.
I breathed deeply to give him a piece of my mind, but it came out very wrong.
"Walterrr!" My throat squirmed to my barking, and I breathed heavily, slamming my palms to the desk.
"Sir Integra?" He rushed to my aid, holding my sides for support.
All I remembered was my clutched hands, grasping the rim of my desk in glorious pain.
My eyes shut, like the sunset meeting the vast darkness of the night.
