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Let sleeping Vampires Lie
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This fic's set just after Seras has been turned when Alucard and Walter are tying up the loose ends of her previous life.
Another chapter to inflict upon you, courtesy of too much coffee and bizarre daydreams.
I don't own Hellsing; I don't have any rights to the characters and my only spell checkers F7 in Word;
'Thoughts' (there will be a fair bit of these),
"Speech",
Telepathy / mind speak,
Narrative - normal text (it's from Walters POV mainly ),
any questions?
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A meeting with Michael
Seras was due to be declared dead by the evening in the paper work, just another mysterious body in the massacre, identified by dental records.
Walter mused over his latest plan, a lack of interested family was supposed to make his job easier.
Though this was an usual case, most of the dead didn't require a place to live. Alucards words came back to haunt him
Things are about to get more interesting angel,
He groaned inwardly at what this could mean, Alucards inclination towards a sense of humor presented worrying scenarios.
'A childe of Alucard, and yet still innocent in a sense, not so completely Walter paused, she had been a police officer.
She could possibly be as innocent as she seemed, could she? Then again was had there ever been a single normal person amongst Hellsing organization?'
He gave a sigh and resolved to start the day,
'First stop MI5; this was going to be interesting….'
Hellsing gathered intelligence from this source occasionally; mainly statistics.
The range of eye catching, unusual, and mysterious disappearances were all possible supernatural attacks.
These documents were strictly eyes only; kept closely under wraps. Except to a few key individuals.
'Secret from the secret service' he grinned.
Few from the old days had survived.
Most of the remnants retired -to quieter lives. Praying to never again to hear the words, "death by suspicious causes "ever again.
Yet, there were one or two still left. Scattered amongst the ranks, and most importantly one of them still owed Walter a favor.
Flexing his fingers, Walter made the decision.
'Today it may be wise to use the angel of death, a reminder of what was owed,'
"Look I can't do it!"
The flustered operative scanned the room as though looking for an answer to appear from the very air itself.
"Not if you want it kept it off the record as well. Not even for you. Questions will be asked, it's too suspicious"
"Come now Michael you're the intelligence operative, cloak and dagger is not strange thing to you. Or to me"
Walter stared coolly at the man, he hadn't anticipated an easy meeting, and had not received one.
Fortunately; Michael was more intimidated by Walters's personal interest in the case.
An interest that promised a great deal of trouble: if the request wasn't met to his personal satisfaction.
"You want the accounts drained; and she's declared dead. That'll send warning bell to a trainee! Let alone this outfit. It can't be done"
Michael began to sweat; he'd been away from the field for many years. Time however, didn't erase the memory of Hellsings former trash man.
"Yes, that solution is fraught with difficulty, but we are not leaving this office until my polite request has been filled. I want the money and property transferred. No arguments, my friend" The sentence laid down with care, no more needed to be said.
Smoothing his thumb over the rings was all the implied threat that was needed. All any cameras would see is a polite gentle man, waiting for an answer; and one agent failing to hold his nerve.
Having gained his fearsome reputation, mastery of its uses became natural, fear and respect was the usual responses; Michael was no different.
'Though: a vengeful operative may be a careless one, when pushed too far.'
Backing off with a smile he handed an escape route, to the now desperate Michael.
"Perhaps you can suggest a different solution, one that is not so transparent"
Michael still eyed the former trash man warily; anything that involved Hellsing was big, the consequences of refusal terrified his mind.
"Only if I know what this is for, I won't go into this blind. If this is going to come back to me later;" he snapped the demand and regretted it instantly.
He winced at his tone, and in his chair slumped down dejectedly
"At least let me know what I'm in for. If, I comply. This is gonna bite me in the arse later; regardless of what I do."
'A simple request and a reasonable one, but knowledge is power. Especially, to one who has been out of the loop for too long.'
"An operative transfer; She's to become a new trash man for Hellsing;" Walter quipped. The operative's distress obligated him to add
"that's all you need to know for now Michael" not too unkindly
Michael paused in fiddling with his cufflinks, and raised an eyebrow questioningly.
"Operative? She army? Could work easy enough, not uncommon for people to be sheep dipped"
"No. I believe she was involved previously within the police force. Special D11 unit"
The mood lightened enough for Michael to risk a joke
"Lot of trouble your putting me through; must really be something if she has your allegiances first day on the job. What she do? Save the world!"
Walter's expression softened,
"Just laid down her life for a cause, it's the least I can do"
"You gave your word, on this?"
This time the smile reached Walters eyes, 'Yes in a sense, he gave his word and full intent on keeping it.'
"Rather uncouth to break promises to a lady, is it not"
The snort of a suppressed laugh could be heard.
"I'm surprised; you're still an old romantic Walter"
The short release of some control he held on the situation relaxed it somewhat. As long as Michael didn't feel his arm was being twisted; he would comply fully.
Michael loaded up the machine, and cracked his fingers. The computer genius was in.
"Let's see what we can do for your new heroine. If we keep this in the public dome of information, and make it inconspicuous. It may be buried as insignificant data, no one will bother investigating."
He stared at the screen, before questioning.
"No one left to go looking? Sad that, but it makes our job easier. There may be more leg work involved for you; that alright?"
Walter rested in the remaining chair, 'Michael's tendency to run off at the mouth was useful, and delightfully amusing. You only had to listen to gain knowledge to his thoughts. It was quite refreshing, though a prompt was needed, to spur on any process.'
"Perfectly alright Michael. A new will needs to be certified, to transfer property"
"I'll back date the paper work, couple of false records should do it if no one knows her history. Two years. No; to clear cut. Real life's messy. Better make it, just less than 18 months"
'Everything was proceeding to plan.'
"She still needs to be declared dead huh? Shame that." Michael probed, typing furiously when no response came he pressed further
"New name, new outfit; gonna be tough for her to get used to that on her tod."
When met with only a blank stare he gave in.
"Right; a dummy account needs to be made for her to receive the money. Cock and bull stories your domain Walter: need any help?"
"The offer is appreciated but no, I have a plan using my background"
"Long lost relative? Could be tricky to pull off"
Walter was lost to his thoughts, barely acknowledging further input on the situation. He answered as though speaking from a distance.
"Through the maternal line perhaps, the missing years in my service records may be of use. I fancy my self as a long lost uncle"
"Distinguished, but grandfather may work better to your advantage Walter."
Leaning back he preoccupied himself with details of what would be a fantastical story as Michael forged onwards.
"Place the details during the war, or just after. Those records are a mess. Lot of people went missing, bodies never found sorta thing."
Michael attention drew to Walters's stiffed frame, silently Walters eyes glaze over with pain. Michael pushed for a reaction, anything to end the bitter silence.
"Separated families; orphaned evacuees. You know how easy it was for someone to disappear into the night, and never be heard from again"
Walters's eyes snapped back to reality, defensive and alert
"I'm positive I can work a far fetched story without further aid." The biting comment and its anger disappeared as quickly as it asserted itself.
The silence returned, until Walter ventured
"Admittedly, it may need some adjusting. What may be required to produce credibility, presents some problems. I may require your services again"
"Hold up a moment. We? What do you mean we!"
Panic stricken, Michael mentally prayed to who ever listened
'Dear Lord, what have I gotten myself into this time? How many times have I promised never to do this to my self again?'
Walter's smile unraveled his regained nerves once again.
"Yes Michael. We .How much do you value a life's debt? I'm not done with you just yet"
Leaning his head on his arm, he stared at the older man: older in wisdom and experience, if not years.
"I'll never be done with you. Will I? Your new heroines landed on her feet alright" his voice dripped with sarcasm, as Walter triumphantly left the building.
Walter drove back to the manor in a detached frame of mind,
'May be Alucards shape shifting ability could be used. It was a good thing he kept the old camera. Yes'
A sly smirk grew across his features
'Yes, that ploy may do nicely'.
Walter's streak of mischief revealed itself, and reveled in the imminent mayhem.
That's your lot till later! (And before it's asked there's no thought behind any of the names I put in. I just happen to like the name Michael; so sue me)
Slow typing speed prevents big updates, but more will be updated soon!