It was just when D woke up that he realized he fell asleep. He had been waiting and waiting trapped inside the coffin for too long- again. The chains wrapped around his coffin were rattling and he could hear people surrounding him outside, breathing and shuffling their feet. A thump later and the lid of the coffin was pried open and he could see the Hellsing woman standing in the dim light with ten human men.
She looked down at D with scowling blue eyes, "Come, we have much to discuss."
D stepped out of the coffin and stood warily, the human guards were clearly uncomfortable around him and clenched their guns at any little movement he made, which wasn't much. D had always prided himself on his refined movements and statuesque form.
The group slowly made it's way up into the main part of the headquarters, Integra taking the lead with D following her, along with her human men surrounding him. Eventually they reached a larger room with a huge desk holding the weight of large stacks of paperwork and a dirty ashtray. Integra made her way to the desk, sat down on the carved, throne-like chair and pulled out a large cigarette to puff on. D didn't notice Alucard until the vampire smiled sardonically from the back corner of the regal room and waved.
"Well. Hellsing doesn't find a lot of friendly half vampires falling from the sky too often so I can't say we know exactly what we should do with you," said Integra, taking another puff of her cigarette.
"We cannot have any sort of blood sucking creature running amok around England, so letting you free will not be an option. But I know that Hellsing always needs more capable soldiers to fight whatever threatens the people of this great nation, so I'll be willing to let you stay with Hellsing and be useful. Do you accept?"
"Yes, I accept," D stated solemnly, but with no intentions of actually staying long enough to become Hellsing's new pet. If Alucard weren't here right now he could easily jump from one of the great windows near the desk that overlooked the lawn and gardens.
"A good choice," Integra said while she took one last drag from her cigarette and crushed it into the ashtray.
"Alucard will oversee most of your training and personal needs, and ask Walter here if you have any questions," the blonde gestured to an aging gentleman, probably a servant or butler.
Walter then started to lead him to the room with many blood packets surrounded by the guard of soldiers. Even though he had said yes to being in her army, Hellsing still didn't trust him a bit. With good reason, he guessed. He had every intention of turning tail. No matter what Hellsing thought, he wasn't a giant menace to society- he hadn't killed an innocent in many centuries and stayed strictly on a diet of blood tablets even though he easily could have slaughtered and drunk their blood, and he wasn't about to start now.
Walter and the guards escorted him across the many hallways and corridors Hellsing contained until D say his opening in the form of a medium sized window that overlooked the green grass from about four stories up. It was perfect.
D elbowed one of the guards out of the way and took off sprinting towards the window, where he launched himself at it, breaking the glass into a million pieces but successfully getting out of the building. He fell hard, but he was uninjured and gained speed towards the forest surrounding the mansion.
Integra was full of fire and rage, smoke streamed everywhere and she screamed as loud as a thirty-year-old chain smoker could,
"ALUCARD!"
"Yes, Master," Alucard appeared, bowing for effect.
"GET ME THAT VAMPIRE!" Hellsing howled. That vampire ran away from under their very noses! Now it was running to the nearest town to slash threats and wreak havoc on Britain!
"Dead or alive! This is an order! WHY ARE YOU STILL HERE? GO!" finished Integra angrily, taking the longest drag she had in while.
Alucard simply disappeared with a bow.
It took D what he thought to be an hour to reach the first town. It was small but populated with people riding in machines instead of mechanical horses, but other wise it wasn't that different from what he was used to. He was looking somewhere to get the blood bags Alucard told him about and that led him to the local hospital. It was the only place he thought that sick people would go in order to get the transfusions, but he still was unsure about how to sneak in.
Walking through a neighborhood of small houses, he grabbed a mostly dry black bomber jacket off a drying line in a small green yard and wrapped it around himself. It would be a dead giveaway to be walking around in the clothes he had gotten at Hellsing mansion.
The town was very rural with small houses and big yards sprawled across gentle hills. The hospital was a grey building a few stories tall with different wings and with the people coming in or out the glass doors. D would have waited until nighttime but he knew he didn't have long before Alucard caught up with him and killed him or dragged him back to Hellsing. D looked inside and didn't see much beside busy looking nurses reading clipboards or ferrying around people in wheel chairs, so he pushed through the glass doors and smelled the cautiously, trying to differentiate between the bagged blood, humans, and smell of sickness and harsh cleaners.
D walked around the hospital like he knew where he was going, trying to contain the nervousness and anxiety he thought was spilling over his charade, fully prepared to ask about where his very sick dear Aunt's room was. Eventually he found the thoroughly sanitized supply room that contained everything a hospital could ever need, including a refrigerator with all kinds of blood.
The dunpeal looked around for something to put the blood in, and spotted a half-filled duffel bag, emptied it, and placed as many bags of blood as he could fit. He left the backroom just as a nurse rounded a corner and smiled at him sweetly before rushing off to see her next patient.
D could not believe he just got away with this as he strode out the glass doors of the hospital. He walked as swiftly as he could without drawing undo attention to himself until he drew towards the edge of the small town where he started sprinting, to somewhere.
If a passerby had been listening closely, they might've noticed a faint voice echoing from seemingly nowhere,
"Well, well, well D, you've outdone yourself again! I bet you're dying to try more of that bagged blood after the countless years you've lived off those awful pill supplements. I always told you to live a little."*
Authors Note: I have re-written the first five chapters, with the most drastically rewritten being the first chapter. I swear some of the stuff I wrote didn't even make sense. Chapter six should be up soon, but not too soon ;)
Weirdly I got a CD at the library and it made me think about the world of vampire hunter d because it's a weird (and good) mix of rock and western, just like how the gothic aspects of vampires and the nobility are constantly juxtaposed with the western themes of the Frontier and living on the edge of the wild for most of the townspeople within the novels. Does being nostalgic for fiction make me a nerd? That said, if anyone needs new music to listen, try the album We Need Medicine by the Fratellis.
*No I have not forgotten the left-hand :)