ORDER 6

An Unorthodox Rendezvous

"INTEGRAAAAA!"

Integra's office door was kicked in by none other than Jacqueline Van Ripper—The door had turned to splinters to the woman's impossibly strong kick. In the Ripper's arm was a small, pale-white child. His hair was a glossy black and 'twas short. Sir Integra looked utterly stunned as did Sir Irons and Seras. Though, while Integra and irons was looking at Jack, the Draculina was staring at the four-year-old. She darted a finger at him, her red eyes a-glow "THAT! That's him yet…! He can't be here!"

Integra looked from Jack to Seras then to the child with curiosity, she then saw the resemblance, "My God…." Irons looked as well, but did not catch what the problem was. Integra furrowed her brows as Seras took a defensive stance, "Where did you get that? What is it doing here!?" Jack held the child closer, "HE was in the base. YOU would've had me KILL him. HIM! A CHILD! I DO NOT HARM CHILD—."

"THAT IS NO CHILD!" Integra, Irons, and Jack looked to Seras as she continued "THAT is Walter C. Dornez! THAT is a NAZI! That—

The child turned its head to view the three new faces to him, his grey eyes large. The young, teenage Irons cleared his throat and sat back down with a grin, "I can explain how this child is here…" The three woman looked to him, two of three with puzzled expressions. Jack hugged the child more as Irons continued, "That base, it is Nazi in origin. But we failed to tell you the deeper secrets to this base. You see… that boy in your arms Dr. Seward… is a clone." Integra's blue eye widened some before she then clamed and took her perspective seat, "I see."

Jack took the child to a seat and sat down with him, "What will we do with him?" Seras growled and leaned against a wall as Integra tried dismissing her. Integra sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose, "We can put him up for adoption." Irons shook his head and chuckled some. Jack narrowed her eyes 'Where does this little twat get the balls to voice an opinion?' Irons then gave an option, "Give Walter over to a family we know nothing of? Out of the question."

Seras leaned forward with some sense of disapproval, "We kill him!?"

"ABSOLUTELY NOT!" Jack barked. She shot up with Irons, Integra, and Seras watching her. "You may not accept him here in this household, but I will care for him! I will raise him outside of the household and train him myself! We will return when the time comes! You will learn to trust him—He won't be like the Walter that betrayed you! He won't do that… Walter C. Dornez… you'll learn to trust him again." Irons clapped his hands and stood up, walking to the doors, "I'll be sure to tell the council members at once of this." Seras was prepared to follow Irons out, giving Jack one last glare.

Jacqueline sighed some and patted Walter's hair, "That police girl doesn't approve of me."

Integra chuckled and sat back, "Not in the slightest."

"Is it because I'm a replacement?"

"Yes and no…"

"No?"

"She doesn't approve of this child either. A disgrace to his memory it seems."

"He's with us now though… He won't be like the las—the original."

Integra and Jacqueline stayed quiet for a moment, pondering in the silence. Jack sighed some, looking at the floor when the silence was broken "Jack." The voice was small, soft, and sincere...coming from Walter. Integra's lips wriggled, her hazed icy-blue eye obviously had thoughts behind them. She relaxed with a sigh, making decisions that she never thought she would have to make. Finally Integra spoke, "Fine. You will stay in London, just not here. Perhaps near Hyde?" Jack sighed and nodded.

The toddler clung on to her coat, grey eyes looking up with an innocent, pondering look.

London 2030…. Alucard returns.

The night had passed. Alucard's sudden appearance had caused quite a disturbance in Integra's mind. Seras, however, was more than happy. The past ten years was spent with Jack the Ripper, 'Walter', and Seras. Jack had filled the void that Alucard had left. But now both? This would be quite troublesome. Had he known what Dr. Seward was? Does Alucard even remember who Seward was?

'It doesn't matter,' thought Integra ,'What matters is that he's here and introductions will have to come to pass. They WILL find each other at one time or another. They always have…' As if on cue, Alucard had come to appear to his Master. He came to her sight, sitting in the chair across from her, with a perpetual little smirk. How was it that Alucard was here on daylight hours? The Schrodinger's Cat ability. Neither dead nor alive, so long as he thinks for his will to act. He is in the daylight because he believes himself able, 'Just how much can Alucard do with one pesky soul…?'

As if answering her, he replied with his sooth, chilling, hollow voice "Very much, My Master. One soul that can exist or not. One soul that can be many. One soul that can be one. One soul that can be here or there," He raised his head some to look eye-to-eye to the weathered Iron Maiden, "You are hiding something from me. Integra snorted and narrowed her one eye at the No-Life King, "Just as you hid something from me. You and Walter both…" Alucard rose a brow, a complex look of confusion on his face, "Whatever do you mean?"

The young Sir Irons—now 20 years older—came through to the office, handing Alucard a vanilla file. Integra sighed and sat back with a calm smile, "Dr. Seward is back."

Alucard's skewed look of confusion became dead pan with wide eyes, "Seward? Jack Seward? He's alive…? I would've thought he died years ago." He opened the file up and was dismayed when the important information and even picture on the one-time student of Van Helsing was not displayed. Instead this folder contained details on a mission that was currently being completed by two individuals. Reading through, he stopped at one name "Walter Cummin Dornez…" He narrowed his red eyes at the name, "What trick is this?"

Integra chuckled, "It isn't him. At least not the real him. Why don't you pop in and make introductions?" Alucard grimaced and before his Master's very view, he had disappeared—Integra tried not to look surprised. Late in the evening half past midnight, the vampire walked his way through an exotic nightclub near King's Cross. He wore over his shoulders a black trench coat, his slacks were a lighter black that matched his vest and tie. His satin dress shirt was a deep, blood red.

He took in a deep inhale, pushing up his red shades as he smelt the stench of sweat and alcohol. He found this place with the naked dancing-women to be below him and his standards. Tall and pale with long, straight, black hair, he stood out as a sore thumb amongst the men that were not distracted as he scanned over their heads. He found 'who' he was looking for and walked to his direction. Making his way to the bar where a particular boy was at, he grinned manically. The boy was a pale white, his short onyx-colored, shiny hair flowed freely and he was wearing a black speedo and bow-tie.

A fourteen year old Walter was roaming about, giving men their drinks until he came back to the bar. When he got there he looked up to the Vampire starring sinisterly down at him, the vampire snickered "Hello, Walter~". Walter gave him a blank look, twirling a cheap cigarette between his lips, "Who the hell are you, Vampire?" For the longest moment, there was a long awkward silence between them until it finally clicked to the boy, "Dammit! What the fuck are you doing here~!?" Alucard's grin wrinkled along his lips once more and widened.

He scanned about the club once more as Walter took a drag of his tobacco-tube, his grin disappearing as he looked for another male. "Walter, where is Doctor Seward? I wish to see this 'old friend'." Walter blinked a bit, soon taking in the fact that Alucard didn't know what Jack actually looked like. Walter smirked and bit on his cig, offering Alucard scotch "Go sit in the front row, Jack will be in plain sight." Alucard didn't like this kid's show of ego but proceeded to a clear chair that was in front of the stage. He sat there with his scotch, slouched in the chair and his legs stretched out. The lights dimmed, the music halted.

Alucard looked up at the stage as the DJ announced the next routine rather loudly, "~NEXT is our newest Lamborghini. Give a holler for our shocker, our little 'RIPPER'!" That name caught Alucard's attention right and quick, because if there's one certainty he remembered of Doctor Seward, it was that he was the Ripper. Alucard perked as a faint blue light glowed above a tall, curved body that swayed to a slowly progressing "Shock Rock". Out stretched the woman's arms, waving to attract the attention to that a belly dancer would. When the metal came to a full blast she began her pirouettes on the pole. Lights flickered on of different shades. Alucard casually finished his scotch, Walter coming to refill with his back turned to the dancer, shivering and puffing on his cigarette furiously, repeating himself "~don't look, don't look…"

Walter left, wobbly and Alucard watched on. The way this woman's long, luscious black locks waved about and twirled around her own body gave an almost hypnotic atmosphere. The Vampire King chuckled some as he did indeed see a few men fall into a trance. The song came to a distorted warbling end, the woman leaning backwards from her legs to, to reveal she was blindfolded… and to reveal her face. Alucard dropped his glass and the amused and slightly arousing look on his face disappeared "It's you."