Alright, chapter 5. Sorry for the first couple being so short. I know how annoying it is to read short chapters.
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Seras raced to the source of the noise. She found Walter and H at the bottom of the main stairway, both of their eyes wide with shock, and a smoking shotgun clutched in H's hands. A large hole had been made in the ceiling, and bits of plaster where dropping from it every few seconds. Just as Seras was going to ask them what had happened, Sir Hellsing's voice boomed into their ears.
"WHAT ON EARTH HAS HAPPENED HERE!" she screamed, storming onto the scene. Walter and H stared at her, then at each other, then at the gun. Both of them where still in shock and where having trouble speaking. "WELL!"
"I... uh..." H croaked at last. "I tripped while going down the stairs. It felt like something grabbed my foot... I lost my balance and fell, hitting Walter on the way down. We both rolled down the stairs, and when I hit the bottom, the shotgun went off. I had NO idea it was loaded. It just went 'boom!' when it hit the ground..." H looked up at the ceiling, then at Integra, who was beside herself with anger.
"WHAT KIND OF DAFT IDIOT ARE YOU! WALKING AROUND WITH A LOADED SHOTGUN! HAVE YOU EVER HEARD OF A SAFETY!" she ranted on, sending H further and further into a state of terror.
"I tripped! I'm sorry! But I could have sworn something grabbed me by the foot and pulled it out from under me!" H pointed at the staircase, his finger trembling. From the shock of the blast or the fear of Integra, it could not be determined.
"That is not the point..." Integra sighed. "You should be more careful. We have enough problems without our soldiers blowing their own heads off." She then turned to Walter. "Show Mister H to his quarters." Walter got to his feet, bowed, and led the shell shocked operative away. After they where gone, she turned to Seras, who had been silent since the beginning. "Why aren't you hiding?"
"Well, I was in the armory, and he came in. He thought I was in charge of weapons, so he asked for a shotgun. I let him have it, but I didn't know it was loaded, honest! Then he left. Master tried to mess with him, and apparently H smacked him in the nose with the stock of the gun," Seras retold the days events. Integra rasied an eyebrow at the last bit.
"He hit Alucard in the nose?" she was suprised by that feat.
"He was in his dog form..." Seras replied. "Then Master came back and said he would get even or something like that."
"Even? So I guess I was right..." she mused.
"About what?" Seras asked.
"Nothing. Just go back to the armory, or wherever you need to be," Integra ordered. Seras saluted, then left. After a few seconds of deep thought, she felt Alucard's familiar presence behind her. "Alucard..." she started.
"Yes, Master?" he grinned.
"ARE YOU BLOODY MAD!" Integra wheeled around and let loose her anger on yet another victim. "YOU COULD HAVE KILLED HIM!"
"I have no idea what you are talking about," he replied calmly.
"Oh, so you have no idea why H tripped and blew a hole in the roof?" Integra pointed up at the crater.
"No. Not really," he shrugged.
"Indeed..." Integra sarcasticly told him. With that, she walked back to her office. Alucard smirked, then faded through the nearest wall. He still had plans for the new recruit.
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"Don't take it personally. She yells like that at everyone," Walter tried to convince the traumatized man. H merely let out a whimper. 'Hard to believe this guy is capable of whole-sale ghoul slaughter, yet he can't take a simple scolding from Sir Hellsing," he thought to himself.
"I'll just have to keep out of trouble," H seemed to be returning to his normal mood.
"That's the spirit. Well, this is your room," Walter gestured at the door in front of them. "If you need any further questions, I will be in the kitchen fixing dinner."
"Thank you Walter. Good bye," H said, opening the door and stepping inside as Walter left. He closed the door, then leaned against it and let out a sigh. "Good grief, why did I come here? I didn't realize that everybody in England is crazy..." H conversed with himself. As he tried to figure out everything that had happened, a pair of white-gloved hands slowly phased through the door. They where barely and inch from H's throat when he suddenly lunged forward, spun around, and raised the shotgun at the door. The hands where now holding a large silver handgun. "Well that's interesting," H muttered.
"Do you really think that will hurt me?" said a voice as the free hand pointed at the shotgun. H chuckled.
"Of course not, vampire. But I figured it would slow you down..." H tossed the shotgun over his shoulder onto the bed behind him.
"Are you sure you want to put it down?" the voice asked.
"You haven't killed me yet, so I doubt you are going to. Besides, you left the safety on," H warned the gun wielding limb. A silence passed, and the hand tilted the gun upwards to check the safety.
"There isn't a safety on this g-" the voice was interupted by H as he kicked the door outward. The door swung into the hall, sending a few splinters from the wall and breaking the handle. A wickedly smirking Alucard was left standing in the hall, gun still trained on H. "Oh, that was smooth."
"Thanks. So you're Alucard?" H asked. Alucard let out a small chuckle, and then returned the gun to the inside of his coat.
"You know of me?" he was suprised by this.
"You have a reputation within the vampires. I interogate the occasional one for info," H explained as he checked the splintered door. "Dang, Walter is going to kill me."
"What else do you know?" Alucard picked up a rather large splinter and threw it over H's shoulder.
"You like to cause trouble, and you are essentially an unstopable beast," he replied. Alucard grinned his trademark maniac smile.
"Interesting. So, do you know anything else about me or my associates?" he enquired.
"Nope. Just you. In fact, I've only met Sir Hellsing, Walter, and Seras Victoria," H checked around the room for anything he could use to fix the door.
"They are really the only people worth getting to know," Alucard said as he leaned against the door. It fell off its hinges, leaving Alucard perfectly balanced against nothing.
"Yep, Walter is going to tear me apart," H lamented.
"No he won't," Alucard turned to leave. "He'll slice you apart." With that, he faded into the shadows, leaving a worried H behind.
"I'm so screwed," he muttered.
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Well, that could have come out funnier. Oh well... I'm sure I'll think of something funny. I have a few ideas in store for later, though...