Disclaimer: Cant we just put this once? Don't own Hellsing. At all. There. I don't even own the cab guy from last chapter, you guys can have him xD
Thank you all for the reviews :D luffs on I try to update every other day or so..
Oh, and, I have seen so many different ways of saying everyone's name x.x Andersong, Integra, Arucard, I dont know I dont know! .
And I know the last chapter wasn't the best when it came to grammar and stuff x.x We had a black out three times. Three. . So I got inpatient and just slapped what I had up here xD
Beware, a little Ooc.. I think. I don't know too much about the little pair of nuns :P
Oh yeah, and, accents. I tried my best to spell out Anderson's accent, don't hurt me xD
Enrico Maxwell sat back in his chair, looking out the window. The sunset was just beginning, streaks of pink and light yellow showing through the used-to-be rain clouds. Hair pulled back neatly into a pony tail, and dressed in his usual clothes, he was dressed for a nice break from it all. A fancy dinner, a few laps in the pool, and a good nights sleep would do him good.
He sat there for a long time, lips tightened into a small smirk, until he was bathed in the light of the sunset. It was a real treat, to be in this kind of business. Passing through this part of the country had one good thing to it, if you had to stop, you rested in style. The Palan's Resort, a remote hotel. A place where businessmen went to unwind, to get away. A place where he could gather his thoughts, finally...
"Enrico! Enriico! Anderson wont get out of the damn bathroom!"
Well, for the most part maybe.
Enrico jerked slightly out of his thoughts, looking back at the girl. Heinkel Wolfe's irritated face stared back at his, looking like someone had just cussed at her, "He wont get out! He wont listen! He has been in there for TWO DAMN HOURS!"
He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, a headache coming on, "Really now... Where's Yumiko.."
"Here, Sir." A young lady appeared beside Heinkel, looking more timid than usual next to the steaming Heinkel, "Its true Sir, he claimed his bed, unpacked, then ran to the bathroom, and we haven't heard from him since..."
Maxwell's lift eye twitched a bit, why did he suddenly feel like he was babysitting..., "Alright, alright, you two stay here, ill go talk to him..."
He found the door to the bathroom suite fine, and a polite knock later was faced with one large, wet, and very angry face of Alexander Anderson, "I'LL COME OUT WHEN IMA GUUD'N READAH YA INPATIENT--" And stopped, blinking wildly at the by now fuming priest.
"You will address me with respect Anderson, do you hear me?" He growled, leaning forward a bit in the bathroom, the larger man backing up a bit. It was steamy, and wet, the mirrors all fogged up, towels everywhere. He looked around wildly, then narrowed his eyes up at Anderson while the man was pulling the towel around his waist a little tighter, "What are you doing in here! Look at this mess!"
"Yeah, you tell him!" Joined in Heinkel from the background, Yumiko not far behind, peering in at the mess.
Anderson was taken aback by all this, now cornered by his superior and crew, "I was just takin' a bath.."
Maxwell frowned, "Really now. Why does it then look like a tidal wave in here?"
A small, irritated blush came over the larger man's cheeks, "The shower, it came on too 'ot.. So I stombled, and fell, and knocked me head on the lamp.." He pointed to the lamp hanging from the ceiling. Any man under 7 feet wouldn't have even noticed it, "Then grabbed onto the shower head for support, and ended up sprayin' everything..."
It was silent after this explanation, Enrico sizing up Anderson just for effect, then looked to the towel around his waist, ".. Is that the last dry towel?"
"Yes Sir."
"Hmm." He reached forward, and nabbed the towel off of Anderson, turning and striding out the door before anything could be said, "I'm taking it then, I want a shower too you know." And left them, the two ladies staring wide eyed into the bathroom.
"Welcome, Sir Hellsing! A pleasure to have you here!"
Integral was dripping wet, had leg cramps, her head was pounding, and if she heard one more word about an Aunt Katrina's neck wart operation she would scream. But that last statement made it all better.
She was standing in the middle of the lobby of the Palan's resort, the elegantly tiled floor way covered with her wet shoeprints from the entrance to the puddle she was standing in, but that was the thing about being important, you get your butt kissed on a regular bases. She was handed a towel as her suitcases were whisked away, the wet foot prints being dried up as they spoke. It was the large, black, soaking wet dog next to her that they seemed to have a problem with. The two bellhops sent to dry it off stood , holding thier towels as some kind of shields, looking nervously at the fangs showing through the malicious grin, "Oh, leave him. I will dry him once up at my room." Integral said, rolling her eyes as she dragged the dog off towards the elevator.
She was sucessfulyl dried off by the time they were settled in thier room. A one bed room, big screen tv, balcony with a gorgeous view of the beach, and a large bathroom, which was now occupied by an off tune singing vampire. She had been the one to insist he take a bath, even in vampire form he bore the scent of wet dog.
'For someone who has had 500 years practice he sure is bad...' She thought sourily, wincing at another off tune note. She reached up, deciding to check the news, to the Tv. They would report if a manor fell crumbling to the ground, wouldnt they...?
"Integraaaaal!" Came the whine from the bathroom. She held her breath a few moments, maybe he would stop...
"Iiiintegraaal..." He continued. She huffed, threw down the remote, and walked over to the door, "What!"
"Theres no towels..."
"Impossible, you are kidding, right?"
"Im not. If you want to take a look then be my gu--"
"No! No, I belive you.." She backed away from the door, a small angry blush formed on her cheeks as she stormed out.
Sorry it took me so long