Author's Note – Alright, Peeps, here you go. The seventh chapter of Walter's Prison. Thanks for reading this far, I hope you guys enjoy it. I'm really trying to update this as quickly as possible, but it's taking longer than I thought. So please, just bear with me. I'm still not sure if I should have Seras fall for Walter after all or not. Don't worry though; I know exactly where I'm going with this. Also, I would really appreciate if you guys left plenty of reviews. I really do love 'em, and they motivate me to write more. Anyway, I'm done rambling for now. Disclaimer – I do not own Hellsing or any of its properties or affiliations. All characters and such belong to their rightful owners.
Seras squeezed her way through yet another hole in a wall, the Freak always remaining just within her sight as she hunted her down. Seras fired another shot, which this time went straight through her target's ankle. The Freak screamed as it stumbled to the ground, her foot deserted in the dust. As Seras drew closer, the Freak hopped up onto her good leg, her eyes wide with panic as she saw the draculina race at her. The Freak peered up at the wall she leaned against, and then suddenly jammed her claws through the brick, using her only foot to scramble on the side of the wall. "Stop!," Seras yelled. But she was already flitting away, like some giant spider, her foot and claws pulling her along at abnormal speed.
Seras cursed and fired again. She only managed to clip the Freaks wounded leg once more. As they rounded yet another corner, she contacted Integra again. 'She's heading north now! Where are you!'
'I should be just on the other side of the wall!' Seras turned her head to the wall on her left. "Can you hear me?!," Integra called.
"Loud and clear, Sir!"
"Good! Don't lose her!"
The draculina stuck to the path that her quarry took, now beginning to catch up to her due to the slower speed of scrambling on the wall. The Freak was losing too much blood too quickly. Good for them, bad for her. As Seras began gaining on the Freak, she saw with her very keen eyesight that the walls were about to abruptly end. Just at the end of the tight alley was something that was perhaps once a town square, a statue or monument crumbled on its platform dead in the center. This would be the place of execution.
The Freak leaped from the wall just as Seras locked her aim on her, and went soaring into the air. She landed with a solid thud and a yelp just a few feet from the end of the alley, and began picking herself up, casting a glance back at Seras. The Freak didn't get very far, however. Out of the blackened skies, a dark figure streaked into the small city clearing, and the Freak cried out as she was slammed against what was left of the monument. The impact was thunderous and concrete scattered everywhere. Seras was still too far back to help take out the target, but she picked up her pace a little more.
'Is it Alucard? Did he get here before us?,' she wondered. Her assumption was proven wrong when the Freak was struck down again just as she got back on her feet, suddenly eating dirt when a boot was planted on the back of her head. "Don't you look pathetic?," a voice sneered lazily down at their prey. Seras growled and came to a halt at edge of the square, watching Walter's every move as he yanked the Freak to her feet. "Target captured. Want me to hold it while you shoot it?," he asked Seras with mock politeness.
"We'll wait for Sir Integra," she replied. "It's up to her what we will do with…" Seras' sharp reply was cut short when the Freak suddenly squirmed rapidly, a little dark blur in Walter's grasp. There was a small scream of fury and panic before it was followed by Walter's cry of surprise, pain, and anger. The Freak had stopped squirming – just as Integra came around the corner – and was now latched onto his shoulder, her teeth cutting deep into his flesh as she held his hands behind his back. Seras had her gun aimed at their prey just as Alucard decided to arrive.
"Hold still!"
"Wait." Both of the vampires – their guns still on the little nuisance – looked at Integra. "Hold fire. Let's see if he can get out of this first." Alucard lowered the Casull with an amused expression, but Seras kept her sights trained on the Freak. After all, she didn't plan on losing it after all that chasing. They all watched in silence as the two in the center of the square growled and hissed. Walter was trying to pry his hands out of the tight grip that held them, while attempting to dislodge the pest at the same time. Apparently the Freak had bitten deeper in response for he cried out again, a short line of obscenities spurting from his mouth.
Walter strained again to free his hands. One thing was obvious; either he would pass out from blood loss first, or she would. If he didn't find a way to get rid of the Freak, that is. He glared at them for a moment, realizing that his former comrades weren't going to help, then at the low-life on his back. He tried pinning the Freak's foot down with his own for leverage, but she kept stepping back every time he did, putting more pressure on his wound. Seras kept her sights dead on.
"You… little brat!," he hissed. His eyes flared as his teeth sharpened, locking his gaze on the Freak. A loud growl came from his maw as his jaw seemed to dislocate, and he whipped his head around to clamp down on her skull. The Freak made a small yelp and quickly released her bite on his shoulder. It was a mistake however. Once she had let go, Walter spun around and locked the claws of one hand around her throat. He slammed her against the monument again and there was the loud ominous sound of her back breaking. Her eyes widened for a single moment before his grip tightened, and he tore her throat to shreds with one long sweep. The Freak's head hit the ground and her body finally disintegrated.
The silence was almost deafening. Walter flipped his hand to flick the blood off of it, and turned his attention to his shoulder. The damage wasn't pretty, and his sleeve was literally
hanging on by a thread or two. "Well done," Integra said, shattering the quiet. Walter looked up at her, his face filled with contempt. "It appears that you can be useful after all. Alucard has already encountered the ghouls and taken care of them. We will head back now." She turned away to head down the alley she had came from. Alucard followed then Seras and Walter, the last one muttering something about his "good shirt".
Walking down the narrow path with a wounded low-level vampire with ill intentions behind her, did not make Seras feel any better about the decimation of the Freak. She looked back every now and then to see what he was up to. Every time she looked back he was staring at her, occasionally carefully prodding at his wound at the same time. She was certain that she had a bullet or two still in her gun…
They came out of the small alley and approached the vehicles cautiously. It was best to expect the unexpected. As Alucard straddled the Ducati again, and Integra mounted the Harley, the remaining two approached the car. It wasn't until she reached the edge of the hood of the Saleen did Seras realized Walter was right behind her. He stopped when she stopped and she gave him an irritated glare. "What are you doing?"
"I drive," Walter replied. Seras was about to respond – debating on whether to use colorful vocabulary or not - when Integra spoke.
"It's alright, Seras." Said vampire looked at her employer confusedly. Integra just smiled softly but vaguely, her eyes on Walter. "He did well enough tonight. Besides, he needs to enjoy his freedom while he still can." The woman's words mad sense, yet Seras detected some other meaning in them. When she turned back to the other vampire he had one eyebrow cocked, and a small smirk on his lips. His right hand was held put expectantly with the palm up. She suppressed a growl and, after reluctantly digging in her pockets, she dropped the keys into his grasp.
Walter gave her a false smile and slid past her to the driver's side. Reminding herself to respect her employer's wishes, she went around the hood, and quickly placed herself in the passenger seat, a foul word or two hissing in her head. The Saleen purred to life smoothly in Walter's hands and he pulled out of the tight area after the two bikes. Alucard rolled along side his master for a moment or two before suddenly firing the throttle, the sudden burst of speed forcing him into a brief wheelie, then roaring down the road. For a moment Seras wondered what he was doing until Integra contacted her mentally. 'Let him go. He'll wait for us in a minute. He's enjoying the evening in a manner I can tolerate.'
Seras silently assented and watched the No-Life King soar down the blacktop, his blood colored coat spread out behind him, tossing and turning adventurously in the wind, taillights burning in the dark, and his hair billowing by his face. Integra pulled out in front of the Saleen dead center as he began to become a tiny dot on the horizon. The minutes passed and sure enough, the Ducati's taillights became visible again when they rounded a corner. Alucard flashed
them all a bright grin and slightly revving the engine, before pulling over to the opposite side of Integra, just visible to Seras on the side of the windshield.
Seras was glancing at Integra again – wondering what was so different about her this evening – when she saw Walter out of the corner of her eye. She turned her attention to him, suddenly cautious about the look on his face. He was staring at Alucard, glancing at the road ahead of them occasionally, then back at his former war buddy. The more he glanced ahead, the more his expression began to concern her. His eyes narrowed, and his lips twitched slowly into a small grin. Noticing her staring at him with a small bit of worry he spoke. "Tell me, Seras," he said, his voice tinted with mischief. "Care for a spin?"
Seras shook her head, suddenly understanding what he intended to do. "You wouldn't dare -!"
The words had hardly had time to escape her mouth as Walter suddenly shifted and slammed his foot on the gas. The only warning for Integra and Alucard to get out of the way was the thunderous roar of the engine and the squeal of tires. Seras was slightly pushed back into her seat as the car began gaining speed down the road at a tremendous rate, leaving the other two in the dark behind them. "Damn it!," Seras muttered as she scrambled her pistol from its holster. She planted the bore firmly against the side of her runaway driver's skull.
"Stop the car or -!"
"-Or what, exactly? You can't blow my brains out if you really wanted to! You wouldn't be able to drive while I'm in the seat, Integra stills intends to keep me captive, and – as a minute detail – you wouldn't want to get blood all over the leather upholstery. Then again I've already done that thanks to my shoulder." Seras let out a snarl as he smirked at her. "Now why won't you be a good girl just for me, and enjoy the ride?" He turned his head to look at her. She pushed the barrel closer to his temple.
"Like bloody hell," she hissed.
Walter shifted again and the needle started rising again as they stared at each other, her bright crimson glaring at his deep and smoky burgundy. The car began to shake a little. She didn't dare chance a look at the speedometer, but continued to gaze at him with contempt. The few street lights that survived the attack about month ago were beginning to become a blur, trees and bent poles whizzing by, the hills rolling by far too fast. The Saleen was still gaining speed. He shifted again.
As she glared viciously at him, her intangible senses suddenly flared. She blinked and her eyes involuntarily looked to the road. Up ahead was a sharp hairpin turn with a thick concrete barricade on the edge, the rest of the road invisible as it disappeared behind the curve. At sixty alone, the barricade would leave a nasty dent in any car. Perhaps mangle the frame to the point of unfixable. But at their current speed…
"You idiot! Stop the bloody car!," she screamed, slamming the bore of the pistol against his skull again. He swatted it away as if it were a fly and continued to stare at her. "Look, we may walk away from this, but I'd rather not have to recover from being mangled in the first place! Stop. The. Car!" Walter said nothing and Seras glanced again at the curve looming ahead.
When she thought for sure that they were going to wreck, Walter suddenly snapped his eyes to the road. He engaged the breaks for a brief moment, causing her to fly forward. Before she could crash through the windshield, he worked the pedals and the shift stick. The Saleen screeched as it fishtailed, the front and back bumper missing the barrier by mere inches, and the engine whined. Seras unwillingly flew back from the sudden change in direction, her upper body inconveniently landing in Walter's lap. As they pulled out of the curve he smiled down at her. "I think I rather enjoy this position."
Seras growled and quickly righted herself into her seat, looking for her pistol. She had dropped it accidently when he had worked the brakes, and now it was nowhere to be seen. She cursed. There wasn't much time to look for it however, when Walter suddenly worked the brakes again and sharply turned the wheel. Seras was slammed against the passenger door as the Saleen did a full a hundred-and-eighty degree turn. He shifted again this time into reverse. The tires screeched again as he floored it, the car shooting backwards down the blacktop.
"God damn you!"
"C'mon. Any normal girl would love this," he replied, not letting off the gas even a bit.
"What kind of girl would enjoy worrying about if she ended up as road kill, human or otherwise?!"
Walter just rolled his eyes. "For God's sake! Either shut up or put that mouth of yours to good use and suck it!" Seras was about to reply with violence – even if it meant getting in a wreck – when the ride suddenly became bumpy. She turned in her seat and looked out the back window. They had passed the front gate and were now flying down the gravel driveway to the garage, which was just now opening. At this rate, if the door didn't open any faster, the car would become a convertible. As Walter kept his foot on the gas, Seras gave the garage door one last look, then doubled over, waiting for the sound of tearing metal over head.
It never came and the Saleen came to long screeching halt. She looked up to see the garage door almost fully open and Integra and Alucard roaring up the road towards them. They were in the garage, the engine had been killed, and the car was in the exact same spot where it had been before the mission. It was – almost – as if they had never left at all. Seras growled as she glared at Walter, finally found her pistol, and got out of the car. He did the same.
"You are bloody insane!," she yelled at him, her words echoing in the garage. She had her hands on the car roof while he had his arms folded on top on the other side. "Absolutely bloody insane!"
"Oh come off it! Your nagging is going to make my ears bleed," he snapped back in a dissatisfied tone. Seras was on the other side of the car in a flash, pointing the barrel right between his eyes for the final shot. Her finger tightened on the trigger-.
"Seras." The draculina glared at him for a moment then diverted her eyes to Integra. The two on bikes had rolled into the garage and were now cutting the engines. Integra shut the door, keeping her eyes on the young vampire. "Refrain yourself. Put away your weapon." Seras cringed and looked at her target. He just stared back. Reluctantly she stowed away the pistol. "Thank you," Integra muttered and she dismounted the Harley.
Walter moved away from the Saleen and paused in front of the Hellsing. "I believe I need a new shirt," he commented, rubbing a bit of the torn fabric between his fingers. "Even prisoners get some clean clothes don't they?" All eyes were on Integra as she looked at him for a moment, her face slightly scornful as she seemed to find her answer. Finally she smirked at him and a made a small scoffing noise.
"Yes. I suppose they do. I think you and I need to discuss about your position. Seras." Seras waited silently for her orders. "I want you to run inside and take a few things up to my office. Be quick about it." Sir Integra made eye contact with the draculina for a brief moment, sending mental pictures of somewhat obscure items into her head. "Alucard…" There was a brief pause as the woman appeared to do the same with the No-Life King, and said vampire smiled. "You know where they are. Send them to my office as well."
"Yes, Master. Certainly." And he and Seras disappeared. As Seras made her way to the sublevels and grabbed the necessary items as she found them, she became… frustrated. 'What in the hell is going on? Why does Integra want all this?' She held up another candle and looked at it curiously for a moment before stuffing it in her shirt. 'Candles, an old book… What is this all for?,' she pondered. She shook her head and sighed. Integra was definitely hiding something, Seras was sure of it. Something that she refused to tell her comrades about. Then again, Alucard seemed to know exactly what was going on. But for her unlife, she couldn't figure it out.
Seras finally located the last candle that Integra had requested, put it in her pocket and dashed up the stairs. She reached the office to find it empty. She knew however that Walter and Integra were just a floor or two below her and she still needed to put the things where Integra had asked her to. So in a flurry she placed the candles in the little hidden brackets in the walls her employer had mentally shown her, then stood back in the corner out of sight. The door opened just to her right and Walter and the lady of the house entered.
"I told you," Integra said as she passed Seras without seeing her and the corner. "You had a lot on the line depending on the outcome of the mission. You did fairly well – considering your behavior. Now take off your shirt. Let's see how bad the damage is." Seras quirked an eyebrow at the order but stayed quiet as Walter removed the bloody garment and handed it over to Integra. Integra held it up by the middle of the sleeves and inspected the shoulder as she approached the desk.
Seras had her eyes glued curiously to her employer when Alucard silently crept into the shadows by her, obviously avoiding detection. He pushed something cold and solid in her hand without a sound and held a finger to his lips. She looked down at the thing in her grasp. It was a thick silver chain, slightly short with a cuff of some type at one end and a lock on the last link of the other end. Seras looked up at her former master in question and noticed a chain just like hers in his other hand. There was also a thick book under his arm, much like the one she had grabbed only bigger. Alucard motioned with his eyes to Walter, then flicked a Zippo lighter at the same moment Integra lit a cigar. He lit the two candles in the back.
It suddenly dawned on her what was going on and kept her surprise contained and unseen. As if sensing her epiphany, Integra sent another small list of instructions to the young vampire mentally, continuing her conversation with Walter about the shirt on her desk without looking up. "It can be fixed I'm sure. If it were worse, then I'd get you another one. But as is, it's none of my concern." Integra looked up at Walter, unperturbed by his state of dress.
"You still haven't told me what you have in store for me," Walter stated. His tone made it obvious that he was curious, though he seemed to be trying to appear patient. Integra nodded.
"No, I haven't." Alucard had lit four more candles. Only two left. Walter didn't seem to notice.
"And?," Walter pressed. Seras tensed, waiting for what was to come next. Integra took another drag and watched the smoke dance for a moment. Then she turned her eyes on him. The smallest smile graced her lips as Walter waited.
"Seras." It was more of a summons, but to Walter is must have sounded differently.
The draculina saw the expression on Walter's face turn to surprise for a second before Integra swiftly bent down and pulled a small lever under her desk. Two tiles on either side of him flipped revealing two thick silver rings, and almost instantaneously, Seras sprung from the corner. Before Walter could so much as blink both she and Alucard clicked the cuffs of the chains on his wrists and locked the locks on the rings. Walter blinked and inspected the sudden bindings upon him. He yanked and when the chains didn't come loose he strained again. His face fell into a scowl.
"What the bloody hell is all this?," he snapped, watching Alucard and Integra light the remaining candles. "Just what do you think you're doing?"
"You're still not listening, Vampire," Integra called, taking the big book from Alucard's arms and setting it on her desk. "I said you had a lot in store for you. I didn't ever say that it would be good for you." She drew a small piece of chalk from her pocket and approached Walter. "Watch him," she ordered Alucard severely. The Nosferatu did as she said with a huge smirk as she circled around her former retainer, trailing the chalk behind her. When one circle was complete she went around him a second time, only with a red chalk stick.
As Integra was completing the second circle, Walter lunged at her, trying to dig his claws into her flesh. She barked an order at Alucard as she dodged back, and he rushed forward, clamping a silver collar with chains around Walter's neck and bound those to the floor as well. Now Walter was almost completely immobile, the collar burning and biting into his flesh like the cuffs. He choked for a moment then glared at Integra. "What are you doing to me?!"
Integra nodded to Seras and she handed her book over to Integra. She didn't answer him. She simply gave him a glare over glasses and flipped through the pages of the book. "What are you doing?!," he howled again. His eyes darted to Seras, and finding no response there, he looked at Alucard. The No-Life King leaned against the wall smirking at Walter. He turned his hand over dramatically near his face and bent his fingers, as if he were inspecting his claws for some flaw. At first, the chained vampire just looked at him confused… until his eyes paused on the back of Alucard's glove. Alucard grinned maniacally – even more so when Walter's eyes went wide with realization - and drummed his fingers in the air, rippling the bright red insignia slightly on the back of his hand, and across his tendons.
"NO!," Walter roared, turning back to Integra. She didn't even flinch, rolling one of her sleeves up her arm to her elbow, her jacket deserted on the chair. "Not a fucking chance! I will not be bound to your family again!" Integra continued to ignore him as she opened one of the drawers and rummaged a moment before pulling out a small but sharp looking knife. She prodded her finger hard enough that heavy beads of red formed on the tip, then went towards him.
"You don't have a choice," she hissed. He hissed and growled and fought the chains viciously, but to no avail. She carefully – almost artistically – drew a tiny pentagram on his torso, one large enough to cover his entire chest, muttering something in an archaic language as the blood clung to his skin. The lines were incredibly straight considering that he had squirmed immensely, and once she finished the quiet incantation, the blood seemed to momentarily boil on his skin. Walter hissed, as if the pentagram scalded his flesh.
After a second or two the blood instantly dried, but did not flake or crack as was usually expected. It darkened slightly under Integra's gaze. When she seemed satisfied, she unsheathed the knife from her belt and began to carve the design into his skin, making deep cuts. She began another incantation in the same ancient language as before, but a little more audible.
"Get off me!! Release me!! Noooo!! You-! You-!" Integra continued to ignore him, carrying on with her task. As the pentagram came close to completion, the insignia so familiar on the back of Alucard's hand suddenly seemed to glow up from the floor, including the circles of chalk. Walter's eyes went wider and he twitched slightly, as if something had given him a start. The symbol grew brighter and brighter. Integra stepped back, watching the insignia carefully, as if it were about to give her a sign.
"NO! LET GO OF ME! DAMN YOU! I SAID RELEASE ME, NOW!" Walter's cries went unheeded, and tiny sparks and bolts of red electricity began to flare on the floor. It was if the world was upside down and the chalk circles were the clouds of tiny lightening storms. Integra watched the insignia for a moment longer, then sprung forward towards him again. She raised her arm straight out in front of her as the electricity rose higher from the floor and held her hand flat, as if she were pressing against a wall.
She spoke the incantation again, louder than any time before, partially because the crackling and snapping of energy around Walter was rising in volume.. The bolts and sparks were flashing higher and higher. He strained against the chains again, forcing him into a small coughing fit, then glared at Integra. "DON'T!," he roared in fury. "DON'T DO THIS TO ME!" The bolts of red light suddenly shot up to the ceiling, just brushing the paint with their sharp tips. It was then that Integra sprung forward, placing her hand firmly in the center of the bloody pentagram.
The reaction was immediate. The red light danced about his feet for only a brief second before it shot throughout his entire body. His screams were of agony now rather than anger, the amount of power coursing through him forcing him to rise several inches off the ground, back arched as he writhed. His fangs distended and the rest of his teeth sharpened. All the while, Integra didn't even so much as flinch, even when she began the incantation yet again and his screams pitched higher. His entire form quivered, the electricity shooting in and out of him in tight arcs as well as touching the ceiling and floor.
Seras watched on cautiously as the candles went out and the entire room was lit with the power of the red bolts. She noted the determination on Integra's face, the sound of Walter's knuckles pop and crack as his fingers flexed in pain. Out of the corner of her eye she watched as Alucard's grin lengthened. It was as he watched the binding, carefully monitoring Walter's expression that Seras realized that he had gone through the same procedure. She could only conclude that his binding had been more excruciating due to his great strength. Seras wondered if he had known all along that this was coming… that he had been looking forward to it…
Integra had finished the incantation by now, and seemed to be trying to keep her composure as the red light shooting through Walter was beginning to crawl up her arm. Her sharp blue eyes narrowed, locking her eyes on her prisoner. She gritted her teeth, keeping her hand pressed firmly against his chest. The air seemed to crackle and burn, the power dancing
around her and Walter was increasing. Finally, after what seemed like eternity, Integra wrapped her free hand around her wrist, as if the hand upon the vampires flesh was stuck, and tore it away with a yell.
The lightening contracted upon itself, concentrating into a single bright neon beam, which seemed to pass right through the center of Walter's chest. He seemed to choke for a moment and then the light and all the energy suddenly vanished. Walter fell to the floor, barely catching himself to stand weakly on his feet, his upper body slumped over. His hair, now undone, made a curtain over his face as he gasped for breath. He still trembled as the bloody pentagram soaked into his skin and disappeared.
They all waited in silence, Integra popping her wrist, which sputtered a few tiny sparks. When Walter tried to lift his head to look at Integra, she spoke. "You are now bound to the Hellsing family, Vampire. By your bindings, you will serve your master as they wish. Only the one deemed as the rightful heir of the Hellsing family shall be your master, until the title is passed on the next generation – your new master. You have no say in how they shall proceed with the family business or any other such matter. You will show respect to your owners, and call them by their title – master. Now…" She pointed to the tiled floor before him. "…Kneel."
Walter panted, still trying to catch his breath, giving Integra a vicious death glare. He shook his head. "No," he managed to panted, a sharp edge in his tone. She glared back, then raised her finger from the floor, pointing it at him. Walter suddenly winced, grasping his brow in one hand.
"Kneel," she ordered. Her tone had become more commanding.
Walter gasped again, raising his head just enough to glare at her again. He shook his head slightly, obviously being defiant. "No." Integra's face turned into a scowl, anger all over her features. She pointed at him again and this time it was evident what she was doing. Red sparks shocked out from his eyes for a moment before he closed them, grasping his head in both hands and crying out in pain. His body was wracked with tremors once more. Seras had to take a step back, she could almost feel the immense – and painful – waves of power and control that Integra was manipulating.
From the sidelines, Alucard's grin was as sharp and wide as anyone had every seen, his vermillion eyes glinting with sadistic glee and amusement. "So vibrant isn't it?," he asked, his joy clear in his voice. "Your blood, your body, whatever bit of a soul you may have – it's all on fire. As if Satan himself were gouging out your essence with his greedy claws. Right, Walter?" He didn't answer, it was doubtful that he could even hear the other vampire in the first place, his cries almost too painful to hear.
Integra made a sound of irritation. "OBEY!," she barked, her order ringing throughout the office. With a cry, Walter's knee slammed to the floor with enough force to crack the tile,
one hand reaching out to catch himself. He panted, her agonizing control subsiding. He had broken out into a small sweat, a red sheen faintly covering his skin.
"Yes…master," he choked his voice tight, strangled and bitter.
Integra picked up her still lit cigar and placed it between her teeth. "Good. Here your orders, Vampire. You are to return to your cell and stay there until I call you or send for you. Until we find a proper place for you, that cell shall be your chambers. You will be quiet; no screaming or yelling. If you must speak, it will be in a subdued tone. Do you understand?" Integra waited for his answer. He nodded feebly. "Very well. Alucard, escort him to his chambers then. I doubt he can walk."
Alucard bowed and stepped forward to snatch him up from the floor by the back of his neck. Walter cringed trying to remove the hold on him as Alucard half dragged him from the office, paying no heed to Walter's stumbling. Seras watched them leave until the door shut behind them, wondering what would come from all this… What this meant for all of them. She felt that this was just the beginning of something tumultuous.
Author's Note - There, I finally finished this chapter. I'm sorry it took so long but I've been really busy, and have had to sneak in some time to type this almost sentence by sentence. I know it's long and may be a little OOC, but I really thought this one out. The original version was so boring and short I had to toss it out the window. Anyway, please review. I really do love hearing from you guys. And for those of you who have been reading my other fics, I will be updating those ones very soon as well. Thanks for reading all this.