Author's Note - Alright, alright, I can't resist. I'll be updating this series as often as possible. Also concerning one of the reviews on chapter 2, I have never watched Psycho. So I'm surprised that Walter's...err... actions are perhaps disturbingly similar to one of the scenes in that show. Weird... maybe I'm becoming a TV psychic! Just kidding. Anyway, I can assure you that I did not mean to copy a movie scene or anything. I just got really "high" on dark chocolate - for some reason it makes me really hyper - and just went totally balistic. I was surprised with what I came up with. As for the "S" on the girl's chest, it's suppose to represent "Seras". I just didn't put her whole name because I thought it would be far too obvious. And for the umpteenth time, I would like to apologize for all of the misspellings and what not in the previous chapters. I try to go over them and fix mistakes, but I sometimes have a problem spotting them out, and I'm currently unable to find a good spell-checker. When I get back on my original computer, I'll be able to make these alot better, and the misspellings should go away. Then I'll finally have question marks too. That won't be for a couple more weeks or so, so please bare with me and be patient. Disclaimer - I do not own Hellsing or any of the characters in this fanfic. All charcaters belong to their rightful owners. Now Alucard's debut! Yay!
" You had to pick my mother's room , didn't you, Vampire" Integra scowled at the massive mess, her hands balled into fists, the same cigar from earlier clamped firmly between her teeth. " Why am I not surprised," she stated rather sarcastically, giving Walter a cold glance over her shoulder. Walter said nothing, but chose to inspect his claws in a snide bored manner. Seras had dragged the vampire up to the office, where she reported the magnitude of his "bad table manners" so to speak, and Integra had decided to see the room for herself. Seras had finally released him once they began to head back to the room, and instead kept the handgun pressed very close to his backbone. Integra trailed the tip of her toe in the glistening carpet. " How incredibly 'cheeky' of you. I've seen ghouls who left a cleaner murder scene than this." She shook her head and tapped her cigar, uncaring of the ashes that tumbled down to the floor. " There's no use in trying to recover anything in here. We'll simply have to dispose of the bodies, maybe use them for ghoul bait on Alucard's next mission. Burn the fabrics, except for the carpet. Everything else will just have to stay in here."
Integra turned around and pinned her fierce eyes on the cause of the damage. He tilted his chin up a little and raised an eyebrow, as if to say "what. going to kill me now". She sighed and looked at Seras. " Put him back in his cell. He won't be receiving any sustenance for the next three nights. As far as I'm concerned, he won't be needing it." Seras nodded, quickly grabbed Walter's shirt from the bathroom, and held his hands behind his back again. They headed to the sublevels as Sir Integra headed back to her office, just as silently as when they had first came out. Seras managed to whisk the key into the lock of his cell with her shadow arm, then roughly pushed him in, and slammed the bars shut.
She tossed him his shirt through the slots and turned to leave. " Don't you want to keep it," he called after her. The dungeon door slammed shut in response. The vampire chuckled and slipped his arms through the sleeves as he sat down on the old bench. " Well that was refreshing," he mumbled, grinning at the memory of his little destruction. He tended to remain an "old John Bull" during such circumstances, he certainly wasn't one of those pathetic teenagers whom had begged the Major and Doc to grant them "immortality" then scampered away for random excursions. But he supposed losing a little control was alright when performed correctly and only occaisnally.
"My, my. You certainly made an impression."
Walter turned his head to watch a familiar red-clad nosferatu slip from the ceiling of the cell next to him, then glide gently down to the floor. It was one of the very few things that Walter really envied him for - all that power, all those skills. Giving away valuable information to the Major for the price of the return of his eternal youth had been easy. Claiming his prize had been even easier while everyone in London had been in panic. And he had felt glorious, he still did. However, he still knew that he was no match for the No-Life King next to him. A fact he did not like to bare.
" But you always did like making a new impression of yourself... Haven't you, Walter," Alucard leered through the bars.
Walter snorted. " How kind of you to grace me with you presence. Did you get bored of hunting the cowards outside", he sneered in response, propping one foot up on the bench.
" No. I just hoped that maybe a certain coward had escaped from his cell, and I'd get the chance to play," Alucard said, his voice gaining a dangerous tone. " But I guess he's been put away again, like a bad doggie in the pound."
" I would think you know all about that, Alucard. I remember a certain 'bad doggie' being locked up only three decades ago. Probably a level or two beneath me. Arthur wasn't too happy with him either." Walter picked at a stone in the wall. " But that 'doggie' never got a treat for hushing up. Not that I recall anyway."
Alucard laughed. " That's because real 'wolves' don't need treats. They can survive as long as they need. Unlike lapdogs who bite the hand that feeds."
Walter scoffed, shaking his head. " But enough metaphors. I must say, you really did a number on those two. So violent, so hungry!" Alucard's eye grew brighter, and he slightly morphed through the bars. " I'll admit, it almost gave me a chill. Haven't seen something like that since Rio, froms yours truly." The No-Life King chuckled again. There was a small moment of silence. " But it would have been better..." The burning embers - his eyes - narrowed but did not dim, only brightened further. "... were you focused on your victims. Not on someone who does not allow themselves to fall to their knees."
" You can't tell me you weren't fantasizing about that broad Integra when you impaled that S.W.A.T team," Walter sneered again.
" Who said this was about a woman," he replied, raising an eyebrow in both an amused and interested manner. Walter said nothing, suddenly tight lipped.
"Oh, Walter. You never were very good at hiding your true intentions. Even when you were being a little rat for the last fifty years, I knew that you were working with someone Hellsing did not approve of. Even when I was shriveled up in my own cell." Walter frowned. " It's one of your little trademarks. You give yourself away, eventually."
" I think you just like the sound of your own voice."
" How can I do that when I can sound like..." Alucard paused to lean in further into the other vampire's cell. "...anyone I want" Walter almost jumped at how uncanny Alucard could mimicry his fledgling. But the tiny disturbance in the ex-butler did not slip by the elder vampire so easily. " You see," he crooned. " You just gave away your intentions yet again."
" I'll give you alot more than just my intentions if you so much as mutter another syllable," Walter growled.
" I don't think so. Your wires are still in Integra's care, you have no other weapon, and even if you have just fed, your body is far from competeing with me. Such a pity too. I was so looking forward to cutting your head off before the zepplin pinned you under and Integra insisted on you becoming our prisoner." The tone in Alucard's voice dropped low again, another warning. " Otherwise you'd be just another little peice of shit rotting with that fat bastard and his kampf gruppe. I'm sure it'd be rather fitting."
The two of them stared at each other, red meeting red. " You know, I believe I pity you. Had you been just a little bit more patient, I would have given you that exact same form with ten times the power." Walter's eyes widened a little. " But I suppose that can't be helped now. Your patience with Seras also is lacking I believe." His voice lightened again to his usual cockiness. " How much longer will you take no for an answer, Walter," he sneered. " I was certain that when I turned her you would have a bit of difficulty keeping your English gentleman act up. Now that you have nothing to stop you - no morals, no sense of dignity or propiety to uphold, no worries - you're having the fight of your unlife trying to find a way to take her." Alucard laughed louder than he had before. " I wonder how much longer you'll hold up. She wouldn't be a No-Life Queen you know, if she were to give up so easily."
" I honestly think you need to shut that fat trap of yours."
"No. You're thinking how you might try to drag her into your cell four nights from now when she brings you blood, and ravage her however you wish." The No-Life King fully stepped into the cell. " I don't really care what you want with her. I may be her Master by blood, as a sire, but she is her own self now. I have no need to control her or defend her, not anymore. She can take care of herself just fine. But I'm going to enjoy watching her, fighting you every step of the way, killing you again and again in so many ways. We both know you'll just keep coming back for more. Until you lose your strength that is, and you begin to beg her for whatever it is you wish to do." Alucard shook his head in a pitying way. " You never could resist vampiric beauty. Even after all these years. Even after I told you a thousand times that the body of an old mortal fool was always a trillion times more beautiful than any pathetic vampire's." He leaned forward till he was just inches from Walter's angry face, sporting a wide fanged grin. " And its just out of your reach... again."
Walter let out a hiss and tried to literally wipe Alucard's face right off his skull. But the attempt was useless. By the time his claws had reached where his head had been he was already in the corridor, heading for the door. The only reason he would use it rather than morphing through one of the walls or the floor was simply to infuriate Walter further. It was the only reason that Alucard was walking away. " Happy begging, you fool. She'll never give you a thing but all her hate!," he crooned, his words echoing both in the corridor and in the ex-butler's ears.
" I'll kill you, you bastard!," Walter hollered after him through the bars. " And shut you're fucking mouth!!" But the No-Life King only laughed long and loud as he slowly swung the heavy iron door behind him, cackling to his black heart's content. Walter slammed his fist into the bars, hardly leaving a dent as he growled and snarled. Even when Alucard was long gone, he had not stopped.
Author's Note - I know this isn't as long as the last one, nor as interesting, but I thought I might as well try and get it out of my system today. Yes, I implied a bit of an old and probably very subdued relationship between Alucard and Walter that could have occurred during The Dawn series. I figured it would do something to keep the chapter from being completely boring. I'm also trying at the same time to avoid OOC-ness at all costs. But I don't think it's working. And yes, in this fic, Integra's mom died giving birth in her room. So I had Walter sort of mess only a tiny bit with Integra. Not much to really matter in the story mind you. Aaahh, I'm ranting again. Anyway, please review, tell me what you think, feel free to tell me ideas for the story in general or possible future Hellsing fics. And please take the poll on my account. I'll be switching out the two polls I have on my profile when I feel it is convient. Thanks again!