After my seven/eight month long hiatus to direct my focus on the many angsty aspects of teenaged life, I've finally found time to attempt an update.
After this is the rewrite people :P
Twelve Years:
Year Twelve (OMGOSHHH)
Oh, The Sheer Horror:
"You're just a freak! An inhuman disgusting freak!"
"Yeah! A monster like you can't possibly ever lead Hellsing!"
"You are a disgrace to the Hellsing line!"
"You're not fit to be called human!"
The shrill voices of criticism echoed through her head. Just thinking about them made her cringe.
"Why do all those people treat me so cruelly," She fumed mentally, "I never did anything to them." She noticed something on the floor.
"Ooh! Shiny coin!" She picked up the coin, forgetting about all her troubles. Then she ran to her little brother's room and burst open the door. "Arrrthhuuuurrrrrr!!! How's my baby brother?" She cooed.
Arthur Wingates Hellsings-Tepes was a two-year-old toddler with his mother's platinum blond hair and ice blue eyes. Even at such a young age, he held his father's overwhelming presence. Even Seras cringed in fear when he had the right expression on his face. But now, he was merely looking at his older sister rather quizzically, because she interrupted him while he was chewing on his wood block, (which helped him avoid chewing on people).
"Look at what I found Arthur! Isn't it so shiny?" She held out the coin on her palm in front of his face.
"Ahhh…" He babbled, and like any normal little one, tried to grab for it.
His sister closed her palm, "No Arthur, Mummy says you might try to eat it."
That's when Arthur started to cry, "Shiny…" He whined.
"Arthur! I'm sorry but Mummy doesn't want you to have any more coins after the last five times you almost choked on them…"
She went to give him a hug in apology, only to have him bite her hand off.
"AHHH!!! MY HAND!!! THAT HAS THE COIN IN IT! GIVE ME MY HAND BACK YOU STUPID LITTLE---!!" And that's when Arthur started to run away from her, hand-in-mouth.
They ran past Walter's new helper, Stephen, who was still adjusting to the strange goings-on of the Hellsing manor. However, this was one scenario he had adjusted to quite fairly.
"AHHH STEPHEN HELP ME HE TOOK MY HAND AGAIN!"
Stephen sighed, "Yes Ms. Hellsing." And he caught Arthur as the tiny boy ran straight into him. He plucked the hand from the tiny mouth and gave it back to its proper body.
"Thanks Stevie!" She hugged him and ran off. Arthur started squirming, and calling after the "Shiny" which his sister took from him. Out of sheer stubbornness he started to bite Stephen who, (thank the heavens), is immune to vampire bites.
"Now, now Arthur, I suggest you stop this foolishness." He tried to push Arthur's head away to avoid more biting, but the boy persisted.
"Stop it right now or I'm going to throw you into your father's coffin while he's sleeping."
A look of sheer horror appeared on the toddler's face and he stopped instantaneously.
"Now that's a good boy."
You Like Him, Don't You?:
"EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!! SERASSSSSSS DO WE REALLY HAVE TO GO TO THE VATICAN?" The pre-teen whined.
"Yes Nymphy, there is a meeting for all the major countries in the world with vampire extermination groups and the meeting is being held at the Vatican."
"Ewwwww but Father Alexander's the creeper…" Seras burst out laughing from this, but a quick glare from Integra made her clear her throat and begin to scold her boss's daughter.
"Now Nymphadora, we might not exactly agree with the Vatican, or how some of the clergy may act at times, but it's important that we get along with them…and stop calling them the creeper."
Integra looked satisfied.
-x-x-x-
"Hmmnnnn their garden is actually really pretty…I didn't know a place like this could fit something this beautiful…Oooh…a waterfall…and I think there's someone in the waterfall…naked…wait…" Nymphadora's eyes bulged as she saw a boy probably two years older than her, with black hair plastered to his face, and a six pack and a…"!!!!!!!" She screamed as the boy realized she was there, turned beet red.
Then, she ran away.
-x-x-x-
Right before dinner that night, she contemplated the possibility of ever running into that boy she saw,
"Calm down, calm down…he was probably just one of the altar boys or something along those lines…probably meditating deep in the woods or something…like a Buddhist. Wait…but he's Catholic…why would he be meditating…Oooh…look…a shiny Italian coin on my dresser...where did that come from?"
"Nymphadora," Her mother knocked and came in, "Darling it's time for dinner."
Nymphadora sighed and put the coin on her dresser, "Yes mother."
It was a packed room. Seemed more like a ball. Nymphadora suddenly felt self-conscious in her dress, since she never really wore them. There were people twirling around, dancing to the ¾ rhythm of the music. She opted to stand in a corner near one of the windows and look around, dying of boredom. After a while, she fell into her own little world, not noticing her eye twitching.
"Excuse me," a soft male voice broke her personal silence. She looked up at him. And he saw her face, and she saw his.
"It's YOU!" They jumped back and pointed at each other. A couple of nearby faces turned to them and they smiled sheepishly.
"Um…do you want to talk outside?" He shyly suggested. She nodded in approval and they snuck out. "O-over here, let's sit." He sat down on a marble bench and patted the seat beside him. She sat down as he cleared his throat.
"About today…I sort of wanted to apologize. That was rather indecent of me."
She smiled. "It's okay, I have a little brother. I'm used to guys."
"Oh really um," he blushed, "okay. I guess that's alright then." He grinned.
This was when she could finally get a clear look at his face. That's when something clicked inside her and she felt blood rising up to her cheeks. He had brownish-black hair and deep blue eyes. Somehow, he felt familiar…
"Um! I'm sorry…I forgot to ask you your name. But I should introduce myself. I'm Lawrence Maxwell, Father Enrico's son."
"HUH?! ENRETARD'S SON?! FATBOY?!" His eyes widened.
"HERETIC DEMON!?"
"WHAT THE HECK! You've grown…lost weight…grown…"
"You've grown too…" he remarked, looking at her face, her chest, and her face again.
She turned away from him and slapped him, "YOU PERVERT! I'M TWELVE!"
"And I'm a normal healthy teenaged male!" He said with a heavy Asian accent. He gasped and covered his mouth.
"Hey…where's the accent from? It sounds sort of cool." She smiled, completely forgetting the argument.
A little surprised he replied, "South Korea…my mom's family is there."
"Oh, that's so cool!" And that lead to a conversation that successfully relieved their boredom. Thus a new a friendship was born, which included them kicking each other under the table throughout dinner.
-x-x-x-
Nymphadora's supposedly boring week was spent getting into fights with Lawrence, both physical and verbal, and playing pranks on the priests and nuns that served the Vatican. They became good friends very quickly, and developed a talent for reading each other's emotions, as if they had been friends for years.
So as they were caught and scolded by various staff of both the Vatican and Hellsing, Lawrence noted each of his new friend's reactions and came to a rather obvious conclusion.
"Y'know, you always look at him, even while he's walking away."
Nymphadora glared at him, "Who're you talking about fatboy?"
"Stephen of course."
"Don't go there Lawrie!" She pressed her forehead against his, as if they were two bulls locking horns.
"You think he's handsome, don't you?" He spat and pushed back.
"DON'T GO ANY FURTHER!" She pushed her head harder against his.
"How old is he, like twenty-four?" He retorted.
She broke away from him,"Yes."
He snickered, "Bingo."
"What do you mean, bingo?"
"You like him, don't you?" He teased.
She glared at him.
"Shut your face, fatboy."
-The End-
YAYAYAYAYAYAY IT'S FINISHED OMG. Now time for some actual character development. Once the re-writes over, anyone want a sequel? You can vote by reviewing after you read this chapter. :D