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Chapter 1: Never fall in love with a gypsy
The emerald wide eyes closed as soon as a soft material of pillow has touched child's sleepy head.
Black curls strewed around the flower emblem were the last thing he saw before he switched off the light and went straight to the kitchen.
He definitely needed a strong coffee. Half way to his destination he stopped.
It was just a moment. A kaleidoscope of gaudy scenes so precious and comforting; sound of laughing, taste of red berries, scent of war upon the wind, blurred shapes, someone's hand brushing his face one last time.
Then, suddenly, that someone stopped being someone and the shape become familiar.
In a brief moment Walter saw all his life, what has scared him incredibly.
Seeing your life before your eyes was a bad sign. It was either older people's privilege or an undeniable proof of dying soon. Neither of it he desired.
When he opened his eyes he saw blue. Spheric ocean of endless circle of dancing emotions in the gypsy eyes of a young girl with a jug filled with black and red berries, walking slowly to him on an empty road.
She was not a princess anymore, but for him she would be the most graceful of them all with her thirst for ideal freedom even at such young age.
Yet still he has forgotten, never regretting it.
The abominable secrets of a family ties were constricting him once again, because he couldn't forget it twice, ashamed deeply of the made promise he had never wanted to keep.
He didn't sleep that night, he couldn't, chock-full with the mixture of smells including roasted grass, gunpowder, money and intoxicating incenses in his room when the cause of his problems was sleeping peacefully on his bed.
No sooner had the day came he was speaking to Integra after making up his mind twice. There was a burning in him, guilt he couldn't comidify.
"Am I correct? You want a vacation?" She asked surprised, drinking slowly her morning tea.
"There are some personal matters that I have to attempt, which unfortunately cannot wait."
He answerer gently.
"Like this little one?"
Both Walter and Integra looked at the doors, where Alucard stood holding hand of a little child. Luca didn't smile nor said hello.
It was irritating; he almost managed not to reveal anything before Integra when that living corpse had to appear, holding boy's hand when he was supposed to sleep deep in his basement. It was certainly not fair and he couldn't stand that anymore.
Before the woman had the possibility to start yelling, he begun to hissing at No-Life-King.
"Would you be so nice to let off his hand and tell me what on earth are you doing here instead of rotting in your damn coffin?"
"Why, the answer is really simple and you should be aware of that. My blood was calling me."
Angry look he had on his face made the room got darker, when the only person who was more furious than Alucard himself was Integra still too surprised to say something, what didn't make Walter's day better. He was sweaty-faced and on the edge of breakdown.
"You got a nerve, human. Bringing him here, just up at my nose..." Walter looked lost, he haven't got the slightest idea what the vampire was talking about and actually he didn't want to know that, certainly not in that moment. Alucard's face soften. "And thank you for that."
Integra was breathing heavily, blinking. First, she thought she was in some freaked dream after having too much work, but soon she was sure it was real; it would be too complicated to made up Walter like that, he used to be a tower of peace and patience till this morning and seeing him in such a breakdown was a moment she wouldn't forget ever.
"Could someone tell me everything from the beginning, please?"
Soon Walter gathered himself up, had booked flight to Hungary and got the company of grinning Alucard during his unwanted trip.
And Integra had a few weeks of cheerful silence in the manor as she thought back then.
He has never told anyone anything about his life before Hellsing. It was quick. Full of emotions, passion and intensity. Not to mention of being drunk every night.
And he had learned then the most important truth in his life: never fall in love with gypsy.
It'll take you whole, fuddle you 'till you drown in the sweet sea of pretending and lies.
There will be a lot reasons not to obey these: softness of her lips against yours, whispered promises of pleasure, long nights on the meadows in thigh embrace with the treacherous beauty. Finally you will find yourself making promises among the broken crystal balls, whispered prophecies of death, dark magic and arms dealing business. In one word: you have fucked.
Walter didn't want that back at all.