Me: (weakly laughs) Alrighty, THIS is the chapter I'm going to be very nervous about, please try to not be to harsh!
Integra: We will be.
Ty: No we won't.
Me: (grins weakly) well... please go easy on me, again, I SUCK on relationships, I think it was a fluke the AS one worked, so... enjoy!
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"Rude much?" Grumbled the butler as Integra with a truly annoyed look on her face, peered around. The metal smell was getting to her, yet the faint smell of blood made her mouth water melting her annoyance easily like a hot knife to butter. Walter sighing, slowly glanced at the woman he had sworn to serve yet blinking... the man froze up as he took full awareness of his suddenly being able to feel her. It wasn't like how humans could feel another beside them, but her very being, her power, the craving for blood hidden within Integra's heart. Walter's very undead heart seemed to race in his chest as his own craving rose, not just from lack of blood but... "I'm going to take a shower..." Walter seemed to feel the physical kick of realty strike him hard. Blinking he clearing his vision looked at Integra as with her back to him, headed for the small adjoining bathroom and shower.
The man swallowed weakly trying to calm his beating heart and watering mouth. Gripping his shaky hands into tight fists, Walter took in slow breaths. He had wanted that woman, he had wanted to dig his fangs into her throat and have her for himself even if for one day. NO! shaking his head as the glass door clicked shut before him. Walter gritting his teeth, turned sharply making his back face the bathroom door as the craving within tried to rise once more. He.. no, it wasn't right! Taking in ragged breaths, Walter looked weakly at his trembling hands. He felt her behind that door, her emotions and actions as if clear as day itself. Why was this happening! His mind screamed as he weakly sat down on the soft bed feeling the springs give under his weight. Burying his face into his hands, Walter kept drawing deep shaky breaths as he tempted to rid his sudden craving for the very woman he served for so many years.
His mind racing and trying to figure out himself. Hearing the door click open between the bathroom and shower, the man lifting his head up and looking over saw her pale blurred figure move slightly through the foggy glass door. Licking his lips, Walter sighed weakly as the craving hit him hard and fast. With a small growl leaving his lips, the man once more buried his face into his hands trying to drive it all back once more. Would she kill him if- Hearing the main door click open, the scent of shampoo, soap and steam filled Walter's lungs. The young man sighing slowly rising his face up, peered over as she once more fully clothed stepped out. With wet hair hanging behind her, Integra had her green coat and blue tie slung over her left arm with her cream white blouse, and green slacks upon her form. With her sock stuffed shoes resting in her other hand, the woman's weary red eyes rose up meeting Walter's. "Is... everything alright Walter?" she spoke with a bit of concern attached to her stern voice.
Smiling weakly, he swiftly rising to his feet, fully turned and faced Integra. "yes, it is... what of you Sir Integra?" Walter cursed under his breath as he heard and felt his voice a bit wobbly then usual. To his agony, Integra also had taken that into account. Resting her clothing and shoes gently by the bedside, the woman rising tall looked at Walter with worried yet still strict eyes. "I feel much better, but you are concerning me..." Narrowing her eyes, Integra headed for Walter as he weakly took a step back not wanting to know what he would do with her near him in his present state. "Hold out your hand... I smell your blood." She spoke in a hushed tone. Walter blinking suddenly took notice of his left hand. Uncurling his fingers, the man winced as he felt his short fingernails pull free from his palm letting fresh hot blood pool out and drip onto the metal floor below. Walter weakly looked over as Integra having stopped right by him, curled her soft clean hands onto his own injured and rise his bleeding hand to eye view.
"Sir... Integra... I'm... fine." Walter growled through gritted teeth. Her eyes with an air of firmness, flashed onto his own clearly seeing through his lie. "What is it... you injure yourself and now are lying to me, the first ever since we first met near twenty three years ago, answer me Walter!" her voice matching her stare, Integra watched him, uneasy why he was acting so out of character, this was the Angel of Death! Walter giving a weak breath, looked at Integra, he didn't just look at her eyes, but he seemed to dig into her very soul through the deep red pools. The craving rose once more with a much greater urge, and Walter gave in.
Integra froze as her butler from so many years advanced. With a startled muffle yell, Integra's eyes were wide as she looked at Walter's half drawn eyes that seemed to be in a trance. His hand sliding free from her own hands, slipped onto her left cheek tilting her head for a better angle and fully pressing his lips onto her own. The woman's mind seemed to stop all thought as she kept her eyes on the face of the man before her. The craving she felt was boiling off of his body as her own... Integra gave a weak breath as his mouth sliding down from her own, slithered down past her chin and resting his lips onto her neck, parted his jaws. Integra gave a weak cry as the pain struck and spread like a deep soothing warmth from her neck to throughout her very form causing her to lose all control and go limp under Walter's hold.
Integra's legs gave to Walter's commands pressing them both for the bed. Both were losing control of their very actions. With the craving for each not having a free way out by their stubbornness of showing any emotions, forced itself out onto the two. Integra's mind seemed blank and numb as her back struck the soft mattress hard with Walter's body laying over her own like a predator to its prey. His mind already was to clouded for him to be aware of his actions. His fangs still clinging onto Integra's neck both slowly drinking her blood and letting the red liquid slither out from his lips. The last thing the head of Hellsing had in her mind was utter, bewilderment, fear and desire, but within seconds, even she, Integra Wingates Hellsing, was lost in the world of craving and desires.
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Walter's eyes flew open, his awareness was at full alert making concern fall onto his heart, but why? It felt like a war was... who... is... blinking, Walter looking to his left saw her laying there sleeping huddled underneath the blankets. Integra slept soundly beside Walter and for a small second, Walter recalled as his eyes scanning, saw the clothes strewn about "Oh... Shi-". The man jumped heavily as the alarms suddenly roared all throughout the Demon Rose. It was not the normal alarm of a ringing bell, but loud drums that thundered with heavy bass crashing all around. Integra's yell of annoyance rose as the groggy woman was drawing awake when the door flew open.
Walter weakly looking over with the very breath freezing in his lungs, sat up hard exposing his upper body that was as bare as the day he was born. To all eyes who saw, his chest no longer belonging to an old John Bull. the young man held the muscles he had lost so long ago but regained when changed back to his twenty six year old state. Shaking off the fact of him being fully bare, Walter's very concerned red eyes met the golden eyes of Kunisaku. A flash of amusement went in the wolf's eyes, but faded away as he growling nodded to Walter, "get dressed... war is upon us, we are all deploying; Team Cerberus from London has already deployed... The Vatican has attacked, it is time for us to respond, meet us in the hanger in ten minuets!" with that spoken, the wolf king fell back hard. "Wait!" the man stopped and peered at Walter as he looked at Kunisaku with a odd look. "why is the London team called Cerberus?" the man asked, he was very uneasy by the name being from a giant three headed dog that belonged in the underworld. Kunisaku blinking, gave into a very cruel and wicked grin onto his lips; the first time he had looked like that since Walter and Integra joined his side.
"Because... where I live and command all other teams from is in London, I'm the reason they're called Cerberus." He chuckled. "Why?" the man asked with a bit of tension on his words as he wondered just what the hell Kunisaku really was. The wolf outright laughed and eyed Walter, "that's right... you've never seen my true form; if this war is as bad as we predict, you just might, now... get dressed and get going, ten minuets!" and saying the final words with a concerned eagerness, the door slammed shut. "Walter... what's... going on?" grumbled Integra as she half buried her face into the pillow she had been using. Walter sighing rubbed his sudden weary eyes, "we're finally... going to war, it's best we get ready, we only have ten minuets..." the man whispered as he wondered how to inform Sir Integra as his eyes scanned all the clothing scattered about as the drums continued to bellow loudly all around.
"Walter." The man went rigid as he heard Integra's faltering voice. Her awareness fully conscious, the woman swiftly took notice of her own bare body and how sore it was from neck down. "Yes... Sir Integra?" He near whispered passed his lips. Integra with her back to Walter as she laid on her side, Integra opening her eyes part way on her red face saw a few articles of both her clothing and Walter's laying nearby. "What... happened last night... all I can... remember is you... biting me." Her words slithered past her lips as she timidly moved her legs underneath the sheets. Walter swallowing uneasily, sighed as he felt the faint flush rise to his face. The man weakly looked at her as her blond hair was sprawled out behind her with a few strands touching his own bare form under the sheets. "I... can't remember... I am... sorry... Sir Integra..." he whispered with his uneasy eyes falling onto his hands that slightly shook.
"Integra... just Integra..." the woman sighed deeply as she sitting up clung the red sheets in her right hand keeping her bare upper body covered. With red eyes forward and distant, she sighing began to have the blush lift off of her face as her air of leadership and stern attitude began to take over. Walter understood this as it was very clear that this was a time of war and not of petty uncomfortable situations. Though it would be dealt with be it during or after this war. Closing his eyes he sighed weakly "I will not watch, but please, why do you still insist of being called Integra?" Walter murmured as he feeling the bed shake, heard the woman rise from her spot and begin to move about gathering her clothing. "Because... if we are to continue acting like this, I wish for you to call me by just my name." Walter was a bit startled by her voice not baring her normal stern air, but of embarrassed kindness like a young teenager. And embarrassed she was for saying such words, with a red face Integra was busily working the buttons on her blouse. "I'm clothed, you best make yourself decent fast, we need to move out." Her stern voice fully regained, Walter drawing his eyes open saw her back to him as she stood by the bathroom door with her coat once more on her body and sighing he threw off the blankets and wondered exactly as his hands reaching forth grabbed for his own clothing... what was going to happen now.
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Me: (sighs) Tha... damn, I feel very awkward once more.
Zuranna: you always were.
Donovan: (nods) that is true.
(Kunisaku and Walter trade glaces)
Me: Anyway, please, please go easy on me, everytime I write stuff like that I always expect to receive bad reviews then good... but anywho, more on it's way, I'll be going back to the vampires in the next chapter if not a few... till then. Ja Na!