Twelve Years
Year Ten (OMG YESSSSSS)
SURPRISE!!:
Lately, Nymph was nervous.
And curious.
And alarmingly scared.
More of the scared.
The reason Nymphadora was feeling all these emotions lately was because her mother was horribly ill. For the past few weeks, all she did was vomit, eat, and vomit. She was worried that her mother was dying. Even thought the little Hellsing was a super-genius, she lacked the maturity and authority to command Hellsing. Knowing this, she was afraid for her mother's health. And besides, thirty-three is too young an age for anyone to die.
What also scared her was that her mother's office had been uncomfortably quiet for that same amount of time. Usually when her mother had a cold, or something of the sort, the mansion would still be as loud as ever with her mother yelling at her father. It made her wonder just how sick her mother was.
There was also the whispering. Yeah, the whispering really freaked her out. Lately, Walter and Alucard whispered to each other whenever they could. In halls, the kitchen, the library, etc. When she searched their minds to find out what they were whispering, she was blocked out. Alucard being well, the No-Life King, could obviously sense her trying to probe his mind and expertly set up his defense. Walter, who having worked with the supernatural even longer than her mother, was also well aware of anything breaking into his mind. This made it hard. Why was her mother so sick?
Nymphadora couldn't dare search through her mother's mind. She probably wouldn't be able to see anything anyway. Since well, forever, the No-Life Princess was never able to read her mother's mind. Or even think about inflicting any kind of harm on her. After a bad argument with her mother, Nymphadora would sometimes think of random revenge plots. But whenever this happened, something seemed to "shock" her mind and erase the thought. So plan B: reading mother's mind, epic failure.
Suddenly, an idea came to her. It was so obvious! Why the bloody hell couldn't she have thought of it before? And the grand idea was this:
Just ask for God's sake.
-x-x-x-
The grand mahogany door slowly creaked on its hinges as Nymphadora pushed it in. She peeked her oversized blue orbs over the sides.
"Yes Nymphadora?" The girl's body followed her eyes around the door.
"Well Mother, I was just wondering..."
"Yes?"
"Why are you so sick?! Father and Walter keep whispering and I can't read your mind!"
"Well Nymphadora, seeing as your Father is refusing to tell you, I am sick because--"
"What?! ARE YOU GONNA DIE OF CANCER?!"
"No darling, it is not cancer." Integra laughed. Nymphadora had a tendency to overreact at times. "In fact, I'm not actually sick."
"Huh?" The left part of her upper lip twitched and her mouth hung open slightly. "That doesn't explain the smell of vomit for the past three months in your bathroom Mother..."
"Well, it's a side-effect of my condition."
"What? Are you pregnant Mother?"
"Yes." Integra smiled.
"Wow..." Nymphadora stared at her mother for a few minutes.
"What Nymph?" Nymphadora shook her head and said:
"HANNAH MONTANA!" Then ran away.
"Kids." Her mother shook her head and continued her paperwork.
Youtube:
Nymphadora laughed maniacally. She loved these videos.
"SHOOP DA WOOP!!" She yelled to the computer screen.
After a few more minutes of laser firing, she got an idea. She ran down to the kitchen and got a bottle of soda. She then snuck into Walter's room and stole a pack of Mentos from a drawer. She giggled.
This was going to be FUN.
-x-x-x-
The sun was setting. Since there was limited time before there would be calls for missions, she had to execute her plan precisely and carefully. In a few minutes, her father would be arising from his coffin. There was a yawn from inside the coffin. Nymph quickly unwrapped the Mentos pack and dropped two into the soda bottle. They each fell in with a small plop! and the soda started to fizz. Holding in a laugh, she loosely place the cap on the bottle.
"Fuckuck!" She yelled in one breath. Realizing she just blew her cover, the girl gasped and covered her mouth.
"DAUGHTER!"the cover of the coffin slowly creaked open to reveal the No-Life King. "What are you doing here?" He loomed over her.
She brought up her head so their eyes could meet and smiled innocently. "Well...I..."
"Well you what??" He stared her down.
She grabbed the soda bottle"IMMA FIRIN MAH LAYZRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!" She pointed the soda bottle at him and took off the cap, releasing the Mento-Sprite pressure all over him. The No-Life Princess laughed maniacally and ran away.
"DAMN BRAT!! GET BACK HERE!" The vampire was too mad to even dry himself, even though he was dripping in soda. He ran after the hyperactive 10-year-old, his guns drawn.
-x-x-x-
"Mum!" Nymphadora ran to her mother.
Integra was sitting at her desk, 8 months pregnant.
"What is it darling?" she asked the little cockroach scurried in.
The little cockroach took a place on her mother's lap that was not occupied by her soon-to-be little brother. Before she could talk, the predator burst in.
"YOU LITTLE PUNK!!"
Nymphadora gave out a high pitched, blood curling scream that could hear all throughout the mansion. She jumped off her mother's lap and ran to the balcony. Her father approached her, getting ready to pull the trigger.
"Come here, sweety. And I promise the punishment won't be so bad."
"PENIS!!" she yelled out.
"What?"
"Excuse me, I didn't mean to say that. But WATCH ME BE NINJA!!" And she backflipped off the balcony.
Alucard ran to the edge of the balcony and jumped off after her.
-x-x-x-
Integra, watching the whole thing from inside her office, was joined by Walter.
"So, Sir," he inquired, "what was Ms. Hellsing screaming about this time?"
"I have no idea, Walter." She sat back down in her desk.
"Is there anything else you'd like Sir?"
She replied, "Yes Walter. A cup of tea, maybe some aspirin."
As he walked out, she muttered to herself. "The average Saturday..."
End of Chapter
Author Note:
WHOOT!!! I actually updated. No I wasn't dead, but I was about to die. From...EXAMS!! OMG! This is what happens when you take wayyyy to many advance courses and have to do lighting design for the teen center AND act in the school One Acts. And have a boyfriend. That part is the most time-consuming. Not. I was planning to make this chapter really depressing and angsty to show Nymph's dark side even more (like teh forrccee) but I decided to save the best for last ;). Well, I'm gonna scurry away to write the next chapter to make up for the six months or so I took a break, so please Read and Review.
Oh and by the way, about that "guess the song contest" in Year Eight was won by Undead Drummer!! I forgot to add it in last chapter. And since Alucard will kill me if I ever tried to get the Jackal, I'll give him Nanerpuss instead!! Oh don't be sore about it, everyone loves dancing octo-bananas on pancakes!
Auf Widershen!
---Kurry