D was in a dream, he knew that, but he felt such warmth that he wanted to stay.
A dark room was lit by a singe candel, one that was giving a steady glow. A small boy was standing by a woman's bedside. The woman was shocked awake when the boy touched her arm. Slowly she scrubbed her eyes and smiled at the boy. There was no noise coming from her mouth and her body was blurred.
D wanted to know why he couldn't hear the woman or see her clearly. He watched, his eyes begining to tear. The boy was him.
"...D!" she said with a smile. "Come, sleep with me, if your so frightened." She threw the covers aside so the boy could climb up onto the bed with her.
"But, mama, won't I bite you?" the boy asked, taking a step back.
"Oh?" She blinked twice before laughing. "You haven't bitten me yet! I thought I told you, I'm not your real mother, she died... a while ago. Come, the bed's still warm, so you won't have to worry. I'm sure... would want you to be happy... Ok? So come and sleep with nanny."
"...can't sleep there!"
D didn't understand, voices were fading, images were blurring, he was living in a memory he wanted to forget! He turned to leave the room and found himself face-to-face with his father.
Dracula, being younger of age, stood with his hands in his pockets. This wasn't his memory! This wasn't D's memory!
Dracula walked past D and to a young man, barely seven or eight. "You can't be Hellsing. I was told he'd be taller..."
"Shut up!" It was Integra Hellsing's grandfather. He slapped Dracula. "You made a promise! We would monotor you and you would give us the valuble information we need!"
"I don't have to listen to a squirt like you." Dracula smirked. "I take orders from myself and no one else."
Hellsing raised a finger and pointed at him. "Your son... is making a mess of himself! You can't tell me that... and... mean anything to you! She... all this time!"
'D!'
"I don't have to hear it from a kid like you!"
'D!'
"Yes you do! You have to die soon anyways!"
'D, wake up!'
"I will NOT die for Hellsing!"
'D! YOU KNUCKLE HEAD!'
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D sat up so fast he hit his head on a shelf. He was sleeping beside Trinit's desk, where there were shelves upon shelves of books and journals and tabs that Trinit loved to read and collect. He rubbed his head and looked up at the girl. She stared down at him and started laughing. She fell backwards, a sharp point on the chair aimed for her head.
D, being Mr. Nice, darted forward and grabbed Trinit around the waist and twisted sideways so his shoulder got the full blow, causing him to grip her tighter to him. He felt Trinit's breath on his ear, coming out as of someone who was shocked. Then, sudden reality check in her head, she was frantically trying to find some ice for D's shoulder, with not much luck, so she used a wet rag of cold water instead, trying to numb out the pain.
"I'm so sorry! Are you ok? Your not bleeding, are you? It's not that bad..." Trinit's face flushed when she noticed D's eyes weren't moving from her face. "Is there something on my face?"
"N-no." D looked away, wondering what he was doing staring at a girl! He sighed. "How old are you and your sister?"
"Um, well, let's see..." Trinit was counting on her fingers. "We're about 27-years, 4 months, 14 days old."
"If you'd just said 27 I'd have been happy," D's left hand said.
"Shut up." D squished him to the ground.
"Ouch, that hurts!"
"Good!"
Trinit's laughter peirced their argument. She was brushing her tears away as she stood up. There was a bang outside and the window shattered. Trinit ducked down again and covered her head. D simply watched the flying shards of colorful glass. Someone flew past him, a vampire. By instinct, D drew his sword and stood in his stance.
"Tsk. I come to drop off my problem and I get tangled in another!" It was Alucard's voice, which strangely resembled that of Dracula, from D's dream. "Anyhow, here." He dropped a body on the ground near D. "Trinity is safe and sound, I suppose."
Trinity slowly began to sit up, rubbing her head and shaking slightly. "Wh-why? What'd I do to him?"
Alucard landed neatly beside her and patted her on the head. "He's a lowly vampire, unable to understand the true meaning of being one of the true undead. Besides, he almost bit you, to which your still a virgin."
SMACK!
Trinity's hand left a mark. "How dare you read my mind!"
"How dare you hit me!" Alucard rubbed that spot. "Hey, is that the half-vampire?" He was pointing to Trinit.
Trinity's forehead was infested with stress marks. "SHE IS NOT THE DHAMPIRE! Oops." She covered her mouth.
"Is that what you call them?" Alucard looked faintly curious.
"Um, well... yes." Trinity slowly lowered her hands. "I mean, human-vampires can be said like such, but it's so much easier to make smaller names that mean the same thing, right?"
"I didn't ask for an explination." Alucard sighed. "So where's the dhampire thingy?"
Trinity made a face that resembled that of a bored human and pointed at D. "And no killing him. He's our kid."
"WHAT!"
Trinity covered her ears. "Hey! Hey!"
"How can that be possible!"
"Don't ask me! Ask the dhampire!"
"I don't want to! I'm asking you!"
"Leave me alone!"
"No!"
"Why not! You were so keen to do so a moment ago!"
"Why do you know that!"
"NO!" Trinity slammed the door in his face.
"Why is she so difficult?"
Hugh smiled. "She's always like that. Ever since she met that Walter man."
"Eh!" Alucard slumped when he heard that statment. "Explain!"