Author's Blurb of the Chapter:
I've been gone forever! OMG. So sorry. I got slightly uninspired and then buried for work, and then kinda forgot I was writing… and that people were enjoying it… and… I'm back now. Writing resumes. I got Hellsing OVA: III in the mail, and then I said to myself… Oh crap. Fan-Fic. I should get back to that. And now I am re-inspired and ready to write!
(Side note, thanks for reading/coming back/favoriting/subscribing! I'm thinking about maybe doing more stories in the future. But not until I get this one well taken care of. If you want to talk, pat me on the back, complain at me… toss me an Email! Just put in the header, FAN-FIC FAN (or hater :/) and I'll read it. And respond! Questions, comments, things we need to talk about. What have you. )
If you need to retake a refresher course of the story (I had to myself!) I'm sorry. Sort of. It actually was fun reading it again. Sometimes I wonder if I actually wrote it, staring at it, talking to myself… That was my thoughts? Naw… anyway…
This chapter will be mish-mash-hash whatever comes to my brain plus a continuation of a story. Isn't this thing great? It's like a whole bunch of ficlets and fan-fictions shoved into one story-ish thing. It does sort of have a goal I'm moving towards… obviously… gar, it annoys me that it's obvious. But I'm trying to do things differently. Or quite possibly change my mind.
All systems go? Great! Let's flash back… TO THE FUTURE. (Not really. I'm just as geeky as they come. To the past!) Wait, you thought I was actually going to let you look at the future? You're funny.
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Chapter Four: Biting Memoirs
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Remembering…
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"I don't understand why we have to do this right now. Proper ladies learn to sew." Integra braced herself for the oncoming rapier and set for a parry and a thrust. Walter parried her attempt and once more dislodged the sword from her hands.
"You know how to sew." he sighed, "Besides, fencing is a good way to relieve stress and tension, as well as a time honored past-time of your family."
"As well as useful for hunting vampires?" she sighed, retrieving her sword and returning to the fencing position.
"Well, Arthur never liked it very much, but it did save his life a few times when nothing else was available."
"I thought I asked you not to talk about him." she frowned, taking a few swings and steps as he parried and defended, letting her practice her mode of attack before they'd go at it for real once more.
"I'm sorry." she knew he meant well. He was the closest thing she had to a father right now… although she'd always thought of him more as an uncle. Uncle… the only uncle she really had wanted her dead. Her shoulder ached as she thought about it, and Walter ripped the rapier from her hands once more.
"Lost your focus?" he frowned, knowing she looked upset.
"I think we're done…" she said quietly, rubbing her shoulder.
"Alright. I'll go prepare for lunch then." he sighed, and started to take his gear off and away, "If you still feel up to it, practice a bit more on your own while I'm gone."
"I suppose it wouldn't hurt." she smiled a little, taking a few more swings and pokes, "Practice makes perfect."
"Mmhm." he returned it and left her be. Parry, thrust, uppercut, attack the legs, spin, cut. She closed her eyes. Blood spraying as the ghouls heads go flying. Off goes an arm. Impale, twist. Push, knock more ghouls over. Ghouls everywhere. Surrounded. Too many. Cut, thrust, swing, miss, dodge, duck, roll, cut, thrust. So much blood. So much carnage. It didn't bother her. She had to keep fighting. Cut, thrust, cut. She smiled, nothing could stop her. She was invincible. Cut, thrust…
She felt the sword go through flesh, her eyes snapped open in shock, had Walter come back unexpectedly?!
"And hello to you, young Hellsing. Do you greet all your servants so?" he grinned down at her, making her feel so small. She stared at her blade, covered in his blood, soaking his coat. She slowly pulled on the blade, pulling it from his chest. Staring as he healed instantly. Shocked.
"Sorry, vampire." she stared at the blood, wondering if she could ever do this for real, then she stiffened up and glared up at him, "Why did you come in unannounced? I told you to stop doing that."
"I was just coming to check up on your progress." he tilted her blade away from him with two fingers, "You're rather graceful."
"I've been at it all day." she continued to practice, this time with her eyes open, now paranoid of injuring someone who could die. He watched her silently, smiling to himself, watching her move.
"I think you've got it." he said after awhile.
"I thought so too, but I still can't beat Walter." swing, thrust, parry, thrust.
"That would be quite a feat for anyone." he smiled at her, she faintly returned it.
"Not just me, then?" she said, unsure, "I still don't think I could… kill… anything."
"Practice makes perfect."
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The Present!
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"Master." Integra turned to find the vampire just behind her, smiling.
"If you think I haven't learned when you are and are not there, you are mistaken." she removed the cigar from her mouth, staring at him with her ice blue eyes.
"I wouldn't expect less of you." he moved closer, intent on closing what distance they had at the moment. She closed it for him, unexpectedly, a coy smile on her lips, slipping into his arms.
"This is new." Alucard muttered, his smile slipping to a grin.
"I figured I'd get ahead of you to save the trouble of masking it." she let out a long breath, resting her head on his shoulder, letting the tension ease out of her body, "Did wonders for me last night…"
"Oh?" he carefully moved his arms around her waist, unused to her coming to him so easily… even being slightly affectionate. Or letting him so close, so willingly… even after he'd spooked her. "You're not worried?"
"Should I be?" she replied quietly, trying to ignore everything else but him. She felt secure in his arms, safe, protected. He'd never let anything harm her. Even though he had the potential to do so himself. Even though he was a vampire, and a monster. There was more than that. She trusted him.
"You're unnaturally calm." he felt her chest rise and fall against him as she took each breath and let it go slowly, her heart beating softly, the smokey scent of the cigar as it burned itself down.
"It's called 'content'."
He chuckled, "How unfamiliar from you."
The phone rang, ruining it all.
