Me: (Cheers) Woot, AS promised, a chapter with more then two characters!
Alucard: (in a bored tone) Yeahhh
Zuranna: (smirks) you'll never survive on your own Alucard.
Alucard: (blinks and draws guns)
Me:(sweatdrop) Anywho, continuing on... enjoy! (trying to ignore gun shots in the background)
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Walter slowly drew awake with his body fully stiff from laying on such a hard ground. With a waking yawn, the man slowly sitting up ran his arm over his eyes and blinking to clear his vision, the man looked around seeing Integra out cold on the table as the wolf was no where in sight. Walter sighing slowly drew to his feet in a fluid motion stood there as he watched the woman he served for so many years sleep soundly even though everything was lost.
They didn't expect the sudden attack, the last battle of defiance from the nazi battalion they had fought for a good two years. The battalion was destroyed for good this time yet... sighing Walter drawing to the woman's side, tenderly reaching forward brushed the strand of blond hair from her eyes as she slept. This woman had suffered the most out of them all, being the last of her bloodline, she was the one to witness not just the fall of her organization, but the fall of her royal bloodline, the loss of everything, her home, her way of life... a small groan passed the woman's lips making Walter watch her, "F... Father... I'm... sorry..." her voice whispered in a pleading tone as a single glossy crimson tear slid down from her left eye, the demeanor of such a strong woman had crumbled it seemed as she slept haunted by nightmares.
Sighing Walter tenderly drew his gloved finger out allowing the white cotton to absorb the blood and gently running his finger up her face cleaned off the small blood tear even though he still wore gloves and clothing covered in the dried brown blood from the time he died as a human mounted on a flagpole. "I wish... I could have done more Sir Integra..." Walter murmured in a hushed tone a he recalled being one of the first on the battle line to protect the mansion and remembered the vampire's claws in his body, throwing him in the air. Feeling the cold metal shatter through his flesh, his ribs, breaking his backbone and life, remembering seeing as he bled to death, the blood soaked British flag waving in the roaring fiery winds with embers flying, striking the flag setting it ablaze, and drawing his gaze to the very home he had called for many years, saw it roared with violent flames with the resounding crash of shattering glass as well as wood splintering and caving in. Walter had then with his blood soaked lips whispered a single sentence 'I... have... failed... Sir Integra.. I am sorry...'... and all had gone dark. Yet he then had awoken here with a old leather bound book baring runes on the cover... the book now rested upon the small fridge seemingly forgotten almost.
Cringing, the man clutching his fists tightly hung his head as he gritting his teeth shook his head trying to rid himself of those memories, the last memories of his life as a human. With a small cry escaping his lips, Walter falling back covered his mouth with his right hand as he turning his back to the woman he had sworn to protect, Walter sighing hung his head as his shoulders sagging let his hand drop to his side. "Walter... is everything alright?" flinching the man heard her voice and sighing rubbed his eyes "just... memories... is all..." he murmured.
Integra sitting there smiled sadly, "memories... our last... were not the greatest... were they..."with a deep sigh, the woman drew her hands to her forehead entwining her fingers in her blond hair as she with a lost look drew her gaze to the table top. "I have... disgraced my bloodline... my organization was murdered.. and now... look at me... we're of the undead... I... am truly at a loss... what to do from here... I can never face the Queen of England or anyone else I knew from the past as a human... I... damn it..." hearing her voice become barely audible and choked, Walter slowly turning around saw Integra holding her head within her hands as her face was aimed at the table, her blond hair covering most her face, yet Walter heard and smelled the blood tears slowly slip down her face and drip onto the table.
"Sir Integra..." Walter sighing slowly drew for her, "please... everything will get better..." he spoke. Integra gave a small watery laugh, "how... tell me how Walter... we're vampires... we've lost everything... and even Alucard is loose and about no doubt causing chaos... how will life fucking get better!" Integra yelled as she lifted her face with her red eyes meeting Walter's as the blood tears dripped heavily down her face as her teeth were gritted with the emotional pain in her heart.
Walter sighing, continued to draw for her "it has to, the saying goes whenever you hit rock bottom... the only way to go after that is up... trust me... everything has to get better." He murmured as the man drawing right by Integra's left side gently reaching forth brushed the tears from underneath her left eye as his eyes drawing halfway shut, watched her with concern. "I am sorry Sir Integra... I wish I could do better..." he murmured, "call me Integra... I do not deserve the title 'Sir' anymore... I have disgraced my family." She murmured as she weakly in a futile attempt wiped the tears from her face as Walter had withdrawn his gloved hand.
Walter smiling gently looked at her, "you will always be Sir Integra to me... and I will forever serve you." He murmured having her eyes meet his as he smiled gently. She sighing drew a small bitter smile onto her lips "thank you... Walter..." she murmured as he nodding rested his hand over his dead heart and bowed slightly, "I am here to serve you and only you Sir Integra..." he spoke. The two stayed like that for who knew how long, staring at each others red eyes, retainer still pledging his allegiance to his boss even without the organization anymore.
"Are you sure you two aren't love birds... you really act like it." Walter standing tall whipped around as Integra sitting up peered over as they both saw Tyson standing there with two huge badly burned leather suitcases hanging over his shoulders tied together via a thick rope around the handles of each suitcase and the rope ends clutched tightly by his right hand as a medium sized thick cardboard black ash covered box hung in the clutches of his left hand.
Smirking he shaking his head, entered the room and smiling tossed the medium box onto the table with enough force it slid right for Integra, "open them up..." he spoke. Integra eyeing him and the box, slowly pried the badly burned lid open and blinking, saw the cigars within, the box was fully filled up. "these... were from my office... a gift from the queen..." she murmured as the wolf grunting hefted the suitcase onto the ground and laying it on one flat side, unclipping drew it open. "I know... the humans finally left the ruins long enough for me to look for anything that was worth saving... here... come see Sir Integra... Walter." He spoke as the two slowly drawing over peered in as the man drew open the suitcases...
Walter blinking gaped as in one suitcase separated in different pieces as well as the ammunition shells on one side with other ammunition... "the Harkonnen..." he whispered the name of the very large missile launcher he had made for Seras. Past the launcher was three machine guns that were fully loaded as well as a handful of hand guns that were past models used by Alucard before Walter had created neither the Casull or Jackal for him. As Walter was fully indulged on the guns he had created from the past years of being in Hellsing. Integra was more into the other suitcase as Tyson sighing drew back. "all I could go for right now were your own rooms and a tiny bit of the armory... when it becomes easier, I'll go for more..." he spoke as he blinking watched Integra as she kneeling slowly caught in a look of shock, ran her left hand tenderly over the painted image of a man that rested within a badly burned frame... "so... you knew that man?" Ty asked.
Integra sighing, gave a small crooked and painful smile, "yes... he... was my father... Arthur Hellsing... but... how did this survive the fire?" she whispered, yet blinking, she sighing realized this wasn't the portrait from her office, but the one that was from her father's final resting place, the bedroom where he had passed and in honor of him, she had placed that image in the very room. Tyson watching her sighed as Walter glancing over saw her pain filled eyes. "much actually did survive... it seems the only thing that burned were meaningless items and the building itself... maybe when it draws closer to midnight tonight, I'll take you there though be warned... some father Anderson has been going to the remains nearly every night since it happened with another man who he had called Director Maxwell..." he murmured with a shrug.
"Director?" Walter and Integra traded odd glances, yet sighing Integra rummaged in the case as she tenderly removed the badly burned picture frame and unharmed image of her father from the suitcase... there was clothing within this suitcase, from both Walter's and Integra's rooms, yet... she drawing forth from this suitcase was a photo album wrapped in fake dark green leather baring on in inside cover in black marker 'To my dearest daughter, may you have a joyous life. – Dad'. Drawing it open she and Walter just stared as it was images from the many years of Integra taking office of the hellsing organization.
Images of Integra as a young girl beating Alucard with a nearly to heavy machine gun in her small hands from him scaring her, he baring the all to wicked grin on his lips, Walter creating weapons in his workshop that had been located in the back of the mansion... Integra's seventeenth birthday and the soldiers surprising her by leaping out shouting surprise when she had emerged from her chambers, and the other image by that was the men running away with her chasing after, gun in hand.
Chuckling Walter sighed as she continued to flip through the years collected on photos, another image was of the laundry room and Integra standing there with a look to kill a she eyed the basket of shits by her that were all a good shade of pink as clutched in her white knuckle hands was Alucard's famous red hat sopping wet... "we had.. good times..." he murmured, "and some bad..." she murmured back as they drew to a few images on the tenth year anniversary of her father's passing and showing the graves where both her father and mother rested and everyone dressed in black, that was... except Alucard.
Then they drew to the images of Seras when she had first arrived to Hellsing. Smiling Walter nodded as they saw the first image of her standing in Integra's office, red in the face from her bashfulness and a look of a very nervous teen minus the red eyes "you can actually see her change from such a shy thing to a stronger young lady..." he murmured as they saw a image of her in the basement hallway grinning weakly at them as her hand was raised in a small wave to whoever took the picture, and flipping the page, Integra sighing smiled a bit crookedly "she did at least keep Alucard amused from tormenting me..." she chuckled as it showed a bad photo taken from the far end of the main mansion hallway as on the other end showed Seras with a panicked face running from a swarm of centipedes, Alucard's insect form.
After a while they came to the end with a small section of still empty photo slots. Sighing Integra drew it to a close as Ty smiling looked at them, "save that album, you can always add more to your new life... or your old... hellsing burned down, but it can always be rebuilt... and you still can reign there, just somehow hide the fact you two are vampires." He spoke gaining both stares from Integra and Walter. "how do you suggest that, we can't go in the sunlight nor eat normal food anymore." Spoke Integra.
The wolf merely grinned "simple... train for at least a few weeks and gain the adaptability to stomach at a single human meal for a month as well as create illusion to hide your new looks from human eyes... other advanced skills will have to be learned when you get more use and comfortable with your new selves... but hellsing can always return and more fun and sad images can be added to that album you've already started." He spoke, Integra meeting Walter's eyes bore a gleam that he had hoped to see and smiling he nodded as they looked back at Tyson, "we will bring Hellsing back, but we will need to train..." Integra spoke, Tyson smiling nodded "that's the Sir Integra we all know and love... then agreed... lets get started then shall we, the night has just barely begun." He spoke as he rubbed his clawed hands together.
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Seras groaning slowly drew awake feeling for once in her undead life, fully rested. Nuzzling the pillow she recalled the previous night and day, she had left master and finding Zuranna, now slept in Zura's coffin. Hearing the muffled voice and the tapping on the coffin lid. Seras sighing rose her hand and tapped back with her knuckles on the hard wood as she kept her eyes shut, the vampire just wanting a few more minuets of slumber as she enjoyed the full pleasures of a true goodnight's sleep. As the lid drew open a shadowed figure peered in at her with a short dark chuckle. Seras though rubbing her eyes yawned "what... time is it?" she grumbled as she drawing her eyes barely opened saw black and white figures as her eyes began to draw into focus. "it's just past six at night... did you enjoy your first true slumber police girl?" spoke her master's wicked amused voice.
Seras blinking, crying out sat up hard as the figure falling back gained her stare as Alucard standing there grinned with Zuranna sitting on top of Donovan's coffin having her arms crossed over her front with a glass mug between her legs filled halfway with red liquid no doubt being blood, eyed the man with a crooked grin as he paying no heed to her watched Seras with wickedly amused eyes that danced within the candles glow. "M... master... uh..." swallowing weakly, she hung her head as he outright cackled. "how long... have you been here?" she murmured as his cackle lessened to a mere chuckle "a good thirty minuets while you took your beauty sleep." He sneered making the girl blush even more.
"leave her alone you old bat... so about my question?" Zuranna spoke as she took a deep swig from the mug. Alucard rising tall slipped his shades onto his face hiding his eyes as he looking over at Zuranna grinned. "old bat?" he sneered, Zuranna chuckling eyed him "yeah.. so what, it's true." she spoke. In a graceful fashion, the vampire moved and fully facing the American undead queen, eyed her. "oh really... are you not also 'an old bat' as you so put it?" he sneered. Zuranna shrugging smirked "guilty as charged... but honestly with age comes wisdom and being a vampire, I really don't mind being my age for I will forever retain the look I had when I was changed." She spoke flicking her ponytail from her left shoulder that it had been draping.
Seras blinking watched as the two spoke, two true vampires, Zuranna being cocky and unafraid of Alucard as he was clearly amused by Zuranna's attitude and actions around him. Sighing she timidly stepping from the coffin slipped into her shoes as the two looked at her. "going somewhere police girl?" Alucard chuckled, "leave the girl alone, do you always harass those lower ranking then you old bat?" Zuranna smirked. 'lower.. ranking?' Seras heard those words echoing in her mind, lower ranking, to defy... her hands slowly curled into fists as her teeth became gritted behind her lips. Lower... "Why don't you just fuck off master, I'm tired of always bending down to you, you old bat!" and with that, Seras not meeting anyone's eyes, slammed hard up the stairs leaving the two down in the basement.
Zuranna blinking stared at the direction Seras had ran off in as Alucard grinning drew a deep chuckle from within his chest making Zuranna eye him with a faint smirk on her lips. "what's so amusing... first time she's said something like that?" she chuckled yet froze as he suddenly right before her hunched forward ever so slight to have his eyes even with hers as he peered over the rim of his orange shades, a cruel smile on his lips. "it appears, she's been around you to long.. and you've been around 'Donovan' for to many years..." and with that the man phased out of sight. Zuranna blinking, smirking and rising to her feet chuckled and chugging the last of her blood, headed slowly upstairs even though quite capable of moving about like a true nosferatu, still preferred to act human on some occasions.
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Me: Sorry, I think I may have gone a bit overboard, it seems like I had to me at least.
Integra: (glares) you went overboard when you made me a vampire.
Me: oh come on, you are still the same cold strict woman as...
Integra: (aims her gun at me)
Me: shutting up...
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