Stages of Grief

Arrival at the Hellsing mansion made Dorian's eyes grow wide in awe with a sliver of fear. Was this where Alucard lived? Why here? Did he downsize voluntarily? He shook the thoughts out of his mind as the door opened, showing an elderly man dressed in the attire of a butler standing in the doorway. "Ah, quick timing Alucard. Sir Integra was beginning to think you were taking too long. She was almost ready to set a stopwatch for this time to see how fast you get back from missions." the butler said with a smirk before dropping it upon seeing the boy. "Turned another one, I take it?"

"Far from it. I will explain later though. May we come in now?" the vampire grinned, with the butler stepping out of the way to let the two of them in. Dorian chose not to look around, opting to keep his eyes upon his father's back as they walked through the hallways. With any luck, the Dhampir hoped he would never see any of this ever again. He bumped into Alucard as the elder vampire opened the large, wooden doors to an office. A large chair sat behind a desk, where the reflection of glasses could be seen.

"I see you came back Alucard. I'm sure Walter already told you about the stopwatch?" a voice in the room asked, feminine and cold. "Indeed, he told me. But I am here to make my report, my Master."

"Good." The figure got up from the chair, clicking a lighter on as she walked. "Might I ask who is that behind you? I hope you didn't abduct this one on a whim." the woman said, tone low and menacing.

While Dorian was thoroughly intimidated by the woman, his father didn't even flinch. "Far from it, Integra. He is my son." he said matter-of-factly, a hand pushing the dhampir forward against his will so that he was in full view.

"Your name, vampire?"

"Uhm, Dorian, Ma'am."

"Sir."

"B-beg pardon?"

"Sir Integra. Don't forget it."

Flustered at the rude introduction, Dorian stepped back after the brief word exchange, trying to remember what Marian had said to him so long ago about people like Sir Integra. "Pretentious people are the WORST people to be around."

"Thank you, Dorian. You are dismissed." Sir Integra spoke, the cigar she was trying to light earlier finally catching on and taking a drag of it. Bowing his head lightly, Dorian turned and walked out of the room. Leaning against her desk, Integra raised a blonde eyebrow at her charge. "So? Can you explain this?"

"With all due respect, Integra I just met him tonight. I never knew of his existence until less than half an hour ago."

This internally baffled the Hellsing heir. Alucard NEVER knew he had any children during his time as a vampire? She dared not show her confusion lest it be exploited, instead taking a drag off her cigar, and visualizing the smoke she exhaled as being her internal confusion. "And how is it that you found out that he was your son?"

"I was almost finished with my mission. It led me having to kill two of my former servants who had gotten away before your ancestor arrived. The boy-Dorian- was hiding in a room to ward off other vampires." Alucard was having a difficult time acknowledging that Dorian, a Dhampir, was his son. He was having a harder time acknowledging that he HAD children.

"How could he hide in there if he is a vampire himself?"

"Half, my Master."

"A Dhampir? A REAL Dhampir?" blonde eyebrows rose up at this statement.

"Very real, Integra. His mother was a woman…much like Mina. She was a sacrifice from the villagers to appease me. So I took her to my bed and fed from her."

"So how was Dorian conceived?"

"I didn't know she was pregnant at the time." Alucard perched his sunglasses further up on his nose. "Nonetheless, I've heard stories as to how dhampirs were conceived. I am sure you have too."

"And what is your theory?" Integra asked, reaching behind her to grasp her cup of tea, sipping from it lightly.

"Judging from Dorian's appearance, my bite somehow turned him as he was still developing within the womb." Integra contemplated this. It made sense to her as to how Dorian could be Alucard's son. But how did his bite override the genes of the human father? Then again, Seras was not related to Alucard at all, and now she is technically his 'child.' So many questions that would be left unanswered but she would have to dig much deeper into the legends and folklore to find her answer. "Well, do keep him in line by any means necessary. That's my order when it comes to your 'son.'"

"Of course, my Master. I expect nothing less from any one of my offspring."

Green eyes were zoned into a spot on the floor as Dorian leaned against a wall in one of the many hallways in the Manor. An emotion he never imagined he would feel came to light in a that moment. A moment most inopportune. No, no please, Not now! Please. Not here!

A spot of red soon came to be upon the white canvas of his shoe, his whole body wracked with pain and sadness. Dorian clutched himself, shoulders shaking as he mourned as quietly as he could over the parents he had lost less than an hour ago. "Mom. Dad." the Dhampir said, voice cracking in his grief. He bit his lip to prevent himself from sobbing loudly.

"What's wrong?" the voice roused Dorian from his grief, looking up to see a genuinely concerned face. The perky blonde before him was very much unlike the cold blonde from earlier. Wiping the blood-tears from his eyes with the sleeve of his dark hooded jacket, he gathered enough energy to speak. "Just…going through things."

"Mind if I ask what kind of things?" the blonde asked, leaning on the wall next to Dorian. Somehow her presence relaxed him. "Well, finding out the person that killed my parents happens to be my father." Dorian took in a deep, ragged breath trying his best to not break down and cry again. Oh how he hated crying in front of women! "This person that killed your parents." the girl said uneasily. "He wouldn't happen to wear a lot of red and wear orange sunglasses, would he?"

"Yes, him." the dhampir replied, his sorrow suddenly giving in to aggravation. He just wanted to be alone. "Alucard is my father. Now leave me alone." With a small shove, he pushed the blonde girl away. "I'm sorry my Master killed your…your parents." This apology stopped Dorian in his tracks. "Master? Alucard is your MASTER?" Dorian turned around slowly, teeth gritted in pure anger. "So I take it you helped him kill them?"

"No no! I wasn't there! I didn't see them! Sir Integra only sent Master for the mission!" the girl waved her hands frantically before her as to try and dissuade him from taking his anger out on her. Something in the Dhampir clicked on, and a fierce rage overtook him. Before he kew it, he had the blonde Hellsing operative pinned to the wall. Teeth bared, he took in her scent. "You better hope that when I go back there, your scent is NOT among the scent of blood. Because I WILL rip you to shreds myself."

"That won't be necessary." a large hand yanked the boy back by the hair, giving a cry of pain as his green eyes met blood-red ones. "Police Girl was not there when I met you. Now behave, or I will make you."

The Police Girl could feel the tension between father and son as they stared at each other. Alucard with the anger and madness fueling him, Dorian with the desire for revenge, but knowing he could not act on it. She chose that moment to leave, inching away from the tense situation before she got caught in the undeniably nasty crossfire. "Walter will show you to your room. We will pick up your things in the morning."

"I am NOT staying here tonight." The grip on Dorian's hair tightened. "Yes. You will. Children stay with their parents. You will stay here."

"In case you didn't get the memo, my parents are DEAD. Killed by YOU no less." Alucard knew he was getting nowhere by arguing or using excessive force, so he released his grip on Dorian's hair roughly, sending the boy staggering into a wall. "Fine. Go and mope over Marian and Dragos. I have better things to do than listen to the eternal whining of a bastard half-blood son." With those words, the nosferatu phased through a wall, his aura of evil dissipating with him. "Love you too, Dad." Dorian said sarcastically, making his way through the winding halls and out of the front door. He didn't have to deal with this crap. Not from Integra, not from Alucard, not from anyone in that place. His heavy heart led him back to the place he once called home, hoping to find a semblance of solace in the carnage that had ensued in the past two hours.