Just Artsy

After a long hiatus while I dealt with some personal shit, I have returned!

That aside, I am changing my URL now.

It was later into the day that Walter Dornez returned, having been away on a business trip so to speak. Eager to get back to his duties as the Hellsing Manor’s butler, he went to the kitchen and started collecting dishes, tossing them into the hot, soapy water. Mundane, normal tasks that wouldn’t have caught his eye if it hadn’t been for the bloody knife he found haphazardly dropped onto the countertop. 

That simply cannot be good...

“Sir Integra?” he called, voice full of concern and just touched with anxiety, “Please come here for a moment.” 

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The young Master was settled into the ajoining room,  drinking a glass of water, but she stopped at the sound of Walter’s voice. Setting it down, she made her way into the kitchen, head cocked to the side so that her circular glasses fell just slightly out of place on her face. “What is it?” she asked with a sigh, but all was made clear when he turned around to reveal the soiled eating utensil in his hand.

I forgot to wash it!

“Do you know.. anything about this, Ma’am?” Walter asked her with a frown beginning to form on his voice. He wasn’t naive, after all; there were few people who used the silverware, and even less people that would be foolish enough to forget cleaning up after themselves.

She had to clear her throat before she could manage a response, “I cut my hand preparing a snack. Just a simple mistake.”

Her butler’s frown deepened at that, “Shouldn’t you have told me so I could help you bandage it?” His eyes narrowed, trying to get a good look at her hands from where they were crossed over her chest.

What’s the point in lying to Walter, of all people?

“Unnecessary,” she dismissed his concern brashly, “It happened while you were gone. Alucard has already tended to it.”

At that, Walter’s eyes went wide with worry. “What do you mean he tended to it?” he practically demanded, tossing the bloody knife into the sink in a rather thoughtless way now.

Integra grit her teeth together, irritated by the tone in her servant’s voice. Her elder he may be, but he was still the butler to her Manor. “Who are you to question me?” she snapped, perhaps being a little childish about it, and then added in a calmer voice, “I do not have to explain myself to you, Walter. My wound was taken care of - that’s the end of what you need to know.”

“Miss Hellsing!” Walter gaped at her,  “I do not think you understand just wha—”

“Walter,” a new voice broke the scene abruptly, shadows swirling in a semi-violent way behind the young girl as her vampire appeared, “Enough.” His gloved hand rest against Integra’s shoulder as he spoke, leaning down so that he could speak quietly into her ear, “My master... let me talk to Walter about this one. Save yourself the headache.”

She nodded at this bit of advice, her shoulders slumping underneath his touch as she muttered, “Alright, Alucard. See to it that I need not explain myself again.” She shrugged out of his hand’s light grasp now, moving to walk away before adding over her shoulder, “You two have ten minutes, then I want my tea brought to my room. Understood, Walter?” Despite her young age, she was very demanding, and didn’t take any bullshit from people - especially not her servants.

“...Understood, Ma’am.”

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Only when Sir Integra had left the room to go upstairs did either of the two return their attention to one another. “Do we have a problem, Angel of Death?” Alucard asked the butler brazenly, red eyes narrowing with what could have been either annoyance or amusement. Walter couldn’t tell which at this point...

Maybe it’s both.

“What exactly did you do?” Walter retorted without giving a straight answer to the jibe. He was no fool... Surely the vampire hadn’t just taken her to the infirmary and washed her hand - that would be far too human.

The vampire cocked his head, voice deadpanned, “I cleaned her cut for her. That is what my Master asked me to do.”

No, it wasn’t amusement at all. Actually, he seems a bit offended...

“And with what did you clean her wound?” the butler demanded, hands balling into fists at his sides. Oh, if it were any other freak he would have destroyed this creature right here and now. But he had more respect for Alucard than that.

Scoffing, the beast’s response came in the form of a growl, “Do you really want the answer to that, little angel?”

“How dare you take advantage of your own Master like that?” Walter seethed.

Now the vampire was shaking his head in disapproval and declination. “I didn’t take advantage at all,” he hissed this part, but then struggled for a moment to calm his voice, “She gave full permission, so stop acting like I violated her or something! She’s a child, Walter. I might be a monster, but I am not without morals.”

There was silence for a moment as those words sunk into the butler’s mind. Not without morals... skewed morals, yes, but he had to presume that wasn’t a lie. And, monster or not, Alucard could have done much worse to the poor girl... If Integra had given him permission, it wasn’t Walter’s place to argue the matter - much as that fact grated his nerves. 

“...Fine,” in the end, that was all he said in response to the vampire’s defense.

I want to call you, but I don’t think I can pick up the phone.

I want to talk to you, but I don’t think I have anything of value to say.

I want to see you, but I know that can’t happen right now.

I want to remind you that I love you, even if it isn’t in the same way anymore... but I can’t do that without hurting you even more.

I want to hug you... but I doubt I’ll ever get that luxury again.

Anime: Hellsing Ultimate Characters: Alucard, Young Integra Length: 600-700 words.

His Master was only a little girl at the time of this story - so innocent despite being the leader of the Hellsing family. She had witnessed her father’s passing, seen to the death of her own uncle, and unleashed a beast from its cage all in such a short amount of time... and yet, this little one stood her ground, never faltering from what she had been taught.

It was kind of impressive, really.

And yet, Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing was still just a little girl at the end of the day. Trusting of few, breaking down for no one, but a child - and like most children, she ran to the first adult at the sight of injury.

‘Alucard,” she spoke in a voice that was usually strong, but now it whimpered slightly due to the pain, “I need your help...”

She’d pushed open the door to his room and, from the moment her voice registered to his ears, the scent of her blood had poured into every one of his other senses. Crimson eyes glowed brightly for a moment in response to the sudden jolt of bloodlust, but he repressed it upon seeing the cut on his young master’s hand.

The vampire cursed himself when she recoiled, knowing she had seen the moment of sheer desire that had raged through his system. “Maybe I should just wait for Walter to get home—”

He was in front of her before the words could finish leaving her mouth, knelt in front of her as he had these past few months. “It will get infected if you wait around for him, Master,” he advised her, gently taking the child’s hand into his own, not minding the way her scarlet blood stained the white of his glove. “If you’ll allow me...~” He paused, eyes searching those baby blue’s for an answer.

Alucard was a monster and, even as a little girl, Integra Hellsing was well aware of that fact. It wasn’t surprising that, instead of taking her upstairs to clean the wound in the sink and wrap it up, his preferred methods of care included more selfish things. It wasn’t entirely unrealistic, though... his salivia would seal her injury, leaving no chance of infection, and yet the the thought unnerved her. Could she really trust this man, this monster, whom she had only known for such a short amount of time?

“Will it hurt?” she asked in the voice of a child, injured hand shaking slightly in his tender grasp, but the vampire’s cool smile calmed her for some reason. He wasn’t grinning like a madman as would be expected, just offering that small, collected smile... “I don’t want it to hurt any more than it already does.”

Her beast moved closer to her now, drawing her bloody hand in so that it rest just an inch from his mouth. “I would never hurt my Master,” he whispered almost sweetly, lips brushing against her split skin, “It will take the pain away, Integra.”

“Alright,” the child managed to consent, eyes widening as the older being leaned in the rest of the way. His tongue flicked over the scarlet on her skin, cleaning it away from the wound, and she couldn't help blushing at the euphoric look on the vampire’s face. He looked so... at peace.

Small, throaty sounds escaped Alucard’s mouth as he lapped up his virgin master’s blood, body vibrating with pleasure from such an act. Only when the injured hand was clean did he draw his focus to her actual cut, giving long licks to the open flesh; she flinched at first, but this stopped as the sedatives from her vampire’s tongue began to work. “My master,” he purred ever-so-lowly as he finished treating her wound, kissing the sensitive flesh once before drawing back to look at the child, “Is that better?”

“Y...Yes,” the girl squeaked slightly, trying to regain her usual composure, “Thank you... Alucard.”