Walter
by: Alucard's Bane
Disclaimer: I do not own Hellsing.
Ah, Chapter 2, I want to thank all those who reviewed, you guys makes me so happy! And also, this may be slightly AU since I haven't read past volume six in the manga, but I know that Walter goes all evil...and if anyone is OOC, please let me know...I know that some of you hate OOCness...but if it isn't too much...can yeh stomach it? Also, I've had writer's block for about three years, so sorry if my skills are a bit rusty.
Chapter 1
Alucard sat next to his Master's bed, watching her chest rise up and down in odd patterns. He held her right hand in his left one, and when he deemed it necessary, would whipser something kindly in her ear. It had been almost a week since Walter had turned to the perverbial Dark Side, even if it was just that damn chip making him do it...his ears pricked as Integral let out a soft moan and furrowed her eyebrows. Alucard leaned forward a bit and whispered a few soothing words in her ear, her body relaxing in the process. A knock came at the door.
"Come in," he said, not looking up.
"Good morning, Sir." Alucard looked up to see a young man of about twenty with light brown hair and green eyes, he was wearing a scrub, mask, and gloves. "How is our patient this morning?"
"Who are you?" Alucard raised an eyebrow at the young man.
"My name is Henry Patterson, I'm Dr. Knight's trainee. He was busy with some other patients, and he wanted me to come check on Miss Hellsing."
"Oh," he said, placing his gaze back on his sleeping master.
"She needs more blood on her IV...say," he eyed Alucard nervously "You haven't been...?" he glanced back at the blood bag. Alucard looked hurt, so Dr. Patterson took it that he hadn't. "Sorry, I know that the blood supply is awfully low...you and the other one probably haven't had much to eat, huh?"
Alucard shook his head, he hadn't had so much as a drop of blood in three days, and his stomach reminded him with a grumble. Nor had he slept in the period of a week, but no matter how much his body or anyone else protested, he would not leave his Master's side until she awoke. "I'm afraid that even I have put off my eating schedule so that my Master may recover." he squeezed Integral's hand slightly as the doctor made his examination.
"Well," Dr. Patterson said as he scribbled a few things down on his clipboard. "Everything seems to be in order. I'll have one of the nurses bring more blood for her...and maybe a small tidbit for you, Sir?"
"It is appreciated, Dr., but no, the medical blood is needed now, and my hunger will eventually subside...but if any are to perish, I shall be here..." he looked at the doctor, and he nodded.
"I will send word if any are to expire. You have a good day, Sir Alucard." the doctor shut the door quietly behind him and Alucard turned to his Master.
"Soon..."
Alexander Anderson, once proud priest and memeber of Iscariot XIII, stood on a balcony that overlooked the Hellsing grounds. His thoughts were in utter chaos as the events from a week ago kept replaying in his mind. In only a few hours, he was stripped of his priesthood. In just a few hours, he had helped one of his greatest enemies. And in only a few hours, he had fallen for the one woman he was supposed to hate. Now, he hated to look at himself in the mirror, after all, he was supposed to escort her home, he was supposed to protect her...and somehow he seemed to have failed...he wondered how that Red Clad demon felt. She was lying in the hospital wing, possibly dying, and he somehow felt responsible. The poor Preist was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't notice a certain young vampire walk up behind him.
"F-F-Father A-An-Anderson?" Seras stuttered, fear comsuming her, but soon subsiding as she felt Pip trying to comfort her. She was still scared of him, however, and kept a respectable distance. She stared at him for a few moments, waiting for him to respond...but when he didn't, she repeated her earlier statement louder. "F-Father Anderson!" she nearly shrieked when he whipped around.
"Aye? Oh, it's yeh..." he turned back around to face the grounds. "Whit do yeh wint?"
"T-The b-blood supply is c-completely drained, Mister Paladin..." she was trying not to sound scared, but she was failing somewhat miserably. "A-And there's n-no one to donate to Sir Integral...M-M-Master sent me to ask if-"
"Ah would do it?" he said, ultimatly finishing her statement. Seras nodded in response, Anderson sighed. "Only if it helps her."
Seras, despite her fear she felt for the priest, smiled. "Thank you, Father!" she started to run back into the hallway. "I'll tell Master and the doctors right away! Sir needs that blood!" and she was gone. Anderson cracked a half-smile at the young Draculina. She may have been a monster, but she was as innocent as a newborn babe.