"AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
The high-pitched death wail echoed across the Hellsing Manor. Walter; the ever-mindful butler that he was, stopped what he was doing and went dashing toward the location from which the scream had emanated.
Out of breath, he politely rapped on the door of Sir Integra's private chambers before thrusting it open. She was a blossoming young lady, after all. "Sir Integra? Are you alright?"
" In here…" A very embarrassed Sir Hellsing called from her private bathroom. Aside from being very pink in the face, the young lady of the house seemed otherwise well. "What on earth was that scream for?" Breathless, the old butler glanced around for what may have caused the disturbance.
" Oh, well… it was… nothing…" Integra twisted her toe back and forth on a smooth bathroom floor tile in embarrassment.
Walter's brows knitted together. " It wasn't Alucard, was it?"
"What? NO!" The young lady seemed shocked that her servant would even suggest the vampire would do something so crass as to peek on her while undressing. " It was… it was…" She tossed her head in the direction of the tub.
" It was what?" Walter glanced at the tub. It didn't even have water in it. He turned his confused gaze back on Integra.
" It was a… a sp… a spi….."
" A spy? Was someone spying on you through the window?!?" Angered by the thought, the butler dashed to the small, high bathroom window and looked out.
" NO!" Integra; now red as a cherry, thrust her finger down at the tub. Adjusting his monocle, the Hellsing servant turned his attention once more to the tub.
There by the drain, a fuzzy black spider was making a futile attempt to escape its porcelain prison.
Walter bent down and retrieved the troublesome arachnid with the aid of a small piece of paper.
" Walter!"
The butler stopped on his way out the door. " Yes, my lady?"
" You won't tell anyone about this, will you?"
He smiled. " Of course not."
They exchanged relieved smiles and parted ways.