12 Years:
Year Three
Speech Therapy:
Nymphadora couldn't say proper sentences. No one knew why but, she just couldn't. Instead of saying, "Mommy, where is Daddy?", she said "Mommy, Is Daddy where?". Instead of answering a question, she also repeated the sentence, thought for a minute, then answered. And the answer was always in some kind of messed up order. Then, one person suggested speech therapy to Integra.
So, they were now standing in front of the large, white government building when Nymphadora asked her mother:
"Mommy, why are we here?"
Bathtime:
He was a vampire. Not just any vampire, but the strongest, most invincible Nosferatu that ever existed. And now, he was sitting down naked in a tub, taking a bubble bath with a three year old girl. Why? Because her mother insisted. She said they needed "quality time". But for Christ's sake, they could find other ways of having "quality time"! Such as teaching the kid how to hold a gun, or tear ghouls limb from limb. But NO, they just needed to take a bubble bath together.
He picked up some Johnson's baby shampoo and scrubbed some on her short, jet black hair as she played with a rubber duckie. She giggled as he scrubbed her hair. Then, she turned around toward him.
"Daddy, what's that?" She asked, pointed between his legs.
"I-It's nothing you should be looking at." And he turned her around.
"Daddy, why don't I have one?" She asked as he scrubbed her back with the washcloth.
"You don't need to know." He replied while washing her arm.
"Does it have anything to do where babies come from?" She asked.
"I'll tell you when you are older." He was feeling very uncomfortable now.
"Daddy--"
"NO MORE QUESTIONS!" He said. She was finally cleaned off, and he took her out of the bath. He opened up the drain and the kid watched the water spiral down in a little whirlpool."
"That was fun Daddy! You should take a bath with me more often!" She said as she poke her little head through her pajama shirt.
"Please no..." He thought.
Enter Anderson:
"WHAT?!" Integra shot up. "THE VATICAN WANTS WHAT?!"
"The Vatican," Walter repeated, "wants you to meet with Enrico Maxwell to talk about certain vampire issues."
"Not Enrico Maxwell." She muttered, sitting back down and digging her face into her hands.
"Oh and Maxwell also wants you to bring your splendid daughter."
"NO! THAT MAN IS NEVER GOING TO SEE MY DAUGHTER!! NOT OVER MY DEAD BODY!"
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"Come now, Nymph, into the limo." Integra lightly pushed the little girl into the limo. Alucard came too, just in case the Catholic tried anything on either of them.
"So, Master," Alucard whispered in his Master's ear, "what do you suppose the Vatican wants to talk about?"
"I don't know, but all I have is a really bad feeling about this."
"Agreed. And the worst part is that Anderson may be there."
"MAY be there?"
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"Ai. So, Alucard, may this be y'er daughter?" He asked. He bent down to her. " 'Ello there little one, my name is Father Alexander Anderson." He held out his hand for her to shake it.
She shook it. "Hmmm, daddy is right. You DO have an annoying accent."
Anderson's jaw drop and the Nosferatu burst out laughing.