Disclaimer
Right this is a little piece of drabble that appeared, made a nest in my head and wouldn't go away .I have not read every Hellsing fanfic that's out there, so its possible that someone may have already done something similar .
This may be a one shot but I have other ideas that tie into this, I'd like to see how this goes down first.
No pairings as of yet I'll decide when I come to, it ratings K, let me know what you think, before I inflict further chapters on you.
Future chapters will be longer
You knew this was coming I don't own anything to do with Hellsing, yadda yadda etcetera, etcetera.
Go read the fic all ready
Let sleeping vampires lie.
Walter trundled along the stone corridor, carrying the loathsome ice bucket. Dawn had broken a short while ago ensuring that the basements residents would (hopefully) be asleep.
He let his thoughts wonder to the new addition to the trash man staff.
Miss Victoria's innocence was endearing but would soon be short lived; no one could truly survive in this nightmarish world and retain their 'humanity' fully, not even him.
Compromises had to be made, especially in a Vampires case. Rumors abounded of the tenuous grip on sanity new vampires had, they accepted the darkness or went mad.
"Mad men dare what sane men dare not" potentially she could be more dangerous than Alucard, at least his take on insanity was controlled, somewhat...
The room seemed as empty as when he first unlocked it, cold un lived in; Walter felt a twinge of regret that this occupant might not last long enough to leave an imprint before the room was shut up once more.
A strange noise alerted him to movement, again a low groan accompanied
"Miss Victoria?"
Again the same tapping, he reflexively felt for his wires the noise grew louder, the movement more violent, unnatural movement from inside the coffin it slowly caused it to rock.
The coffin lid began slowly to rise part way as a probing hand reached out searching along the floor.
Animalistic sniffs could be heard through the lid.
The only new addition to the room was the blood, she could smell it!
Clutching the blood bag tightly his worries increased she may go hunting for food; berserker like leaving destruction and death in her wake.
Perhaps it would be better if it ended now before he became too attached to this new fledgling.
Throwing the blood pack by the coffin he hoped for a momentary distraction; when the vampire reached down to feed it guard would be down death would be swift.
He slowed his breath and watched hands gliding over the floor searching, finally resting in the air over the blood pack
The hand snapped back lightning fast and the lid slammed shut.
His hands tensed, eyes fixed he strode closer to the coffin, pushing the hidden switch every muscle tensed this was Alucard's childe after all, and her strength had yet to be tested.
Assume a defensive position; be ready for the attack His feet slipped into a stance
Squish
Squish? Blood oozed across the floor, what had he seen then if the blood was still there? The hand recoiled back, something within its grasp, could this be a trap? Only one way to find out
Again the lid rose, to a sleeping childe, once again unmoving in the sleep of the dead; arms clutched around a small battered teddy.
She refused the blood for that? Alucard my friend you have picked a strange one.
When have I not had strange tastes in companions? She is stronger than she appears angel; in time who knows what she will be
The sent of blood failed to rouse her, incomprehensible muttering could be heard as the childe shifted back into the stillness of death
"Alucard what are you up to"
Questioning my motives dear angel, she chose death, she chose sacrifice; a choice freely given. She will be my conduit to this new dawn,the old century was your era, I wish to see this one through new eyes her mind is interesting….
"Interesting? Is she your new toy Alucard? I feel pity for the poor thing already, perhaps I should kill her now; she may thank me in the long run"
Walter felt the prickling of Alucards laughter in his mind
You complained of boredom little angel I did something to re-leave mine, perhaps you should get to know this fledgling. Things are about to get more interesting
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Suggestions for what the teddy should be called welcome; Mr. Fred just doesn't fit any more