Hellsing Fan Fiction ❯ Hellsing Goes American ❯ Walter Finds Their Savior ( Chapter 2 )
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By: ani_cat_candy 
Walter has a flash-back and it gives him an idea of where to look.
Anime/Manga: Hellsing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Psychological / Horror / Drama / Comedy / Romance | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 01.19.2009 | Updated On: 01.31.2009 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 432 | Status: Work In Progress
Walter has a flash-back and it gives him an idea of where to look.
Anime/Manga: Hellsing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Psychological / Horror / Drama / Comedy / Romance | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 01.19.2009 | Updated On: 01.31.2009 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 432 | Status: Work In Progress
Hellsing Goes American
Author's note: No, we still do not own anything.. except this yummy bag of powdered donuts.. MINE!
AN2: Reworked for more fun!
Chapter 2: Walter Finds Their Savior
While Alucard sat in the basement seething, Walter took refuge in his office, at the other end of the manor, cluttered with reference materials used to track down any remaining family. He shook his head lightly, what a mess...
As he started picking up and throwing the paperwork away an entire stack, almost as tall as himself, decided to fall on him, burying him in a sea of paper. Oh, he was definitely going to get a few papercuts. "Why me?"
After a few moments of indulging in self pitty, Walter dug his way out and tried to clean up once again when something cought his eye. A newspaper clipping had fallen out of a folder. It was some of Lady Cinclaire's things, she always had newspaper articals strewn across the desk from various countries, all of which had to do with art or children.
She had read this one to him when she found it. "Walter, come look at this. It's so sweet!" She held the article up for him to see. "Lost child found her way home fifteen years after being separated from her parents while on vacation." She had to translate it for him as it was in Arabic. "While on vacation to France, little Amelia was separated from her parents when she stopped to look at some sweets in a bakery window. When she turned back around, her parents were nowhere to be seen in the crowded shopping area. Luckily, Mrs Denis Demur found her and took care of her until they found her parents. However, no one ever reported the child missing. Mrs Demur decided to adopt Amelia after a year of waiting. Amelia, having been only three years old at the time, did not remember the incedent until fifteen years later when Mrs Demur took her and her three other children on vacation to the Bahamas, where her biological parents happend to be vacationing as well. Her father, Mr Hagim, recognized his daughter immediately due to the large birth mark on the right side of her face. 'I just couldn't believe my eyes.' Mr Hagim told reporters, 'We had searched everywhere for her. We are so grateful for Mrs Demur takeing such great care of our daughter. She was our miracle child and now she has returned.' No one knows how this happened. Mr and Mrs Hagim just about drove the service workers crazy, asking if anyone had found their child at least ten times a day for five months. 'The only reason we stopped looking for her was because Immigration forced us to go back home.' Mrs Hagim insists. The Hagim family moved in to the flat just next door to Mrs Demur's shortly after so Amelia would not have to choose between which family she wanted to be part of. 'I feel so lucky because I now have two wonderful families and can stay with either of them whenever I want.' Amelia said as she gave both mothers a hug." She looked from the paper with tears in her eyes, "Isn't that just the sweetest thing you've ever heard?"
He came back to the present time when Alucard came through the wall just beside him, causing him to jump in surprise, which, of coarse, made Alucard laugh. "Would you PLEASE stop doing that? You're going to give me a bloody heart attack! - wait.. I just had an idea!" he jumpped up and scampered to the door, having a hard time staying on his feet due to all the papers.
Alucard watched in confusion and amusement as Walter ran out the door and down the hall, tripping every now and then in his haste. Alucard didn't even get to ask where Police Girl was.. She must be out on a mission. He was going to have some fun and take her out to eat with him. Her loss.
"I found it!" he exclamed, causing everyone in the library to stare at him. Walter had gone to the archives and looked for anyone in the Hellsing family who may have given up one of their children for adoption and sure enough, after six hours of searching, he found one.
Sir Integra's uncle Richard had a daughter as the result of an affair with his wife. The girlfriend moved to the USA shortly after finding out she was pregnant.
He quickly wrote down all of the information pertaining to the mother and child that were in the archives, before rushing back to the Hellsing Manor where he was able to pull a few strings to get the information needed to find the child.
She was adopted not long after she was born. The parents who adopted her had just had a miscarage and the child's mother died durring childbirth the same day. The girl's current residence was in Texas.
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People strolled casually around the stalls set up in the town square. It was a chilly autumn morning, perfect weather for a small coat.
People stoped looking at the home-made odds and ends at the stalls and wondered if there was a play going on or something, as a young lady walked through, dressed in a child's outfit that looked as though it had been pulled out of the Victorian era.
It consisted of a dark red, knee-length skirt with white ruffles peaking out from beneath it about two inches and from the up-side-down V-shaped opening in the back that was mostly hidden by her waist length auburn hair, a matching jacket with black velvet collar and cuffs with a black velvet bow on each front pocket and a larger one at the small of her back, delicate white lace came out and over the velvet collar slightly, forming an almost heart-shape with a camio broach setting atop of it, her white knee-high stockings pulled the outfit together with a vintage black hat and vintage black gloves.
She smiled sweetly to everyone she passed as she walked elegantly in her vintage-looking, mid-calf length, black sued boots with button fastenings, a black lace parasol blocking the sun from her face.
As she was looking at some cute stuffed animals for sale, two men approached her with curious expressions upon their faces. "Excuse me madam," the one with blond hair and green eyes spoke to her with a thick Brittish accent. "Are you Ms Candice Welsh?"
She turned to the man and looked at him a moment before nodding her head, "Yes sir. I am.. Is there something I can help y'all with?" She spoke in a cute, sweet voice with a welcoming smile.
"I would have thought her to be older..." the other man said quietly to his friend, also having a British accent, he had fire-red hair, blue eyes and far too many freckles. "Indeed." The first man agreed, looking her up and down.
She stood slightly pigion-toed (just for the cuteness - she wasn't really pigion-toed -that is toes turned inward) with her her parasol cradled in her arm as she had closed it once she reached the stalls, and her head cocked slightly to one side, looking at them with green-hazle eyes that she had done up to look slightly asian (not the cat-eye makeup, just a tinny bit of liquid eyeliner on the top lid) her heart shaped face was framed with bangs cut streight across like a little girl's, only a couple of light freckles decorated her nose and tops of her cheeks, so light you could only see them if you were standing a couple feet away at most, she was fairly short, just five feet and two inches - three with the heals on her boots.
She was supposed to be in her early twenties, but this girl standing in front of them looked only fifteen at most. The men looked at eachother in question before the red-head shrugged his shoulders and produced a letter from his coat.
She accepted it gracefully and looked at the back to find a wax seal with the Hellsing crest embedded into it. She studied it for a moment, taking in the details of the crest so that perhaps she might draw it later, before carefully opening it.
She quickly handed it back to the man "You must have the wrong person, this can't be for me." her voice sounding a little more grown up this time. "I'm really sorry." she turned and walked quickly back home, only a block away from the square.
She told her mother about the British men and the letter as soon as she got home, but she did not get a responce she was expecting at all. She told her that she was adopted.
"No way! If I was adopted, then why does brother look so much like me? And my Baby Buddy?" She crossed her arms and gave her mother a look that said 'You can't fool me.' That's when the doorbell rang and her mother let the Brittish men come in before turning back to her little princess, "Go pack your things. Quickly!" She used the motherly tone that no one dare disobey.
Candice gave her a sad 'do I have to?' look. "GO!" She 'eeped' and hurried up the stairs, going streight to her room and packed her Hello Kitty backpack, grabed her art bag, purse, panda backpack-purse (which she put on) and her Babies. Leaving the heavy stuff at the top of the stairs, she went down and stood next to her mother with a stern look upon her face.
"If you want me to go, then you'll have to bring down my stuff." "As you wish." She looked shocked and scared as the British men went up the stairs and retreived her things.
"Alright then, thank you Madam. Let's go... Where are you going miss?" The red-head said as he fought with the heavy backpack. Did she put rocks in this bloody thing?
"To say goodbye to my baby nephew" She was almost to the door to the living room when the blond man grabed hold of her arm. "There's no time. We need to leave." "Fuck you." she yanked her arm out of his grasp and made for the door again.
This time she was grabbed firmly by the shoulders and pushed towards the front door. "Get your hands off me!" she elbowed him in the stomach and made another break for it.
She didn't get far, however, before she was tossed up onto one of the men's shoulders like a sack of potatoes. "Good day Madam." "Momma!?!?!?!?" she tried to look at her mother, but her hair was in the way all she heard was her voice, "I'm so sorry, baby.. I love you.." before the front door closed and she was placed in the car.
AN: Not very good, but it gets the point across, ne? We just couldn't think of much for before she gets in the car...
Alucard: "Do I get to drive?" looks hopefull
Cat: "Last time you talked me into letting you drive you nearly ran over a bunch of school kids getting off the buss! There's no way in hell!"
Alucard: "Pleee~~~ase?" gives puppy eyes
Cat: sighs "Alright! As soon as hell freezes over and heaven catches on fire."
Alucard: "YES- WaitWhat? No fair!"
Author's note: No, we still do not own anything.. except this yummy bag of powdered donuts.. MINE!
AN2: Reworked for more fun!
Chapter 2: Walter Finds Their Savior
While Alucard sat in the basement seething, Walter took refuge in his office, at the other end of the manor, cluttered with reference materials used to track down any remaining family. He shook his head lightly, what a mess...
As he started picking up and throwing the paperwork away an entire stack, almost as tall as himself, decided to fall on him, burying him in a sea of paper. Oh, he was definitely going to get a few papercuts. "Why me?"
After a few moments of indulging in self pitty, Walter dug his way out and tried to clean up once again when something cought his eye. A newspaper clipping had fallen out of a folder. It was some of Lady Cinclaire's things, she always had newspaper articals strewn across the desk from various countries, all of which had to do with art or children.
She had read this one to him when she found it. "Walter, come look at this. It's so sweet!" She held the article up for him to see. "Lost child found her way home fifteen years after being separated from her parents while on vacation." She had to translate it for him as it was in Arabic. "While on vacation to France, little Amelia was separated from her parents when she stopped to look at some sweets in a bakery window. When she turned back around, her parents were nowhere to be seen in the crowded shopping area. Luckily, Mrs Denis Demur found her and took care of her until they found her parents. However, no one ever reported the child missing. Mrs Demur decided to adopt Amelia after a year of waiting. Amelia, having been only three years old at the time, did not remember the incedent until fifteen years later when Mrs Demur took her and her three other children on vacation to the Bahamas, where her biological parents happend to be vacationing as well. Her father, Mr Hagim, recognized his daughter immediately due to the large birth mark on the right side of her face. 'I just couldn't believe my eyes.' Mr Hagim told reporters, 'We had searched everywhere for her. We are so grateful for Mrs Demur takeing such great care of our daughter. She was our miracle child and now she has returned.' No one knows how this happened. Mr and Mrs Hagim just about drove the service workers crazy, asking if anyone had found their child at least ten times a day for five months. 'The only reason we stopped looking for her was because Immigration forced us to go back home.' Mrs Hagim insists. The Hagim family moved in to the flat just next door to Mrs Demur's shortly after so Amelia would not have to choose between which family she wanted to be part of. 'I feel so lucky because I now have two wonderful families and can stay with either of them whenever I want.' Amelia said as she gave both mothers a hug." She looked from the paper with tears in her eyes, "Isn't that just the sweetest thing you've ever heard?"
He came back to the present time when Alucard came through the wall just beside him, causing him to jump in surprise, which, of coarse, made Alucard laugh. "Would you PLEASE stop doing that? You're going to give me a bloody heart attack! - wait.. I just had an idea!" he jumpped up and scampered to the door, having a hard time staying on his feet due to all the papers.
Alucard watched in confusion and amusement as Walter ran out the door and down the hall, tripping every now and then in his haste. Alucard didn't even get to ask where Police Girl was.. She must be out on a mission. He was going to have some fun and take her out to eat with him. Her loss.
"I found it!" he exclamed, causing everyone in the library to stare at him. Walter had gone to the archives and looked for anyone in the Hellsing family who may have given up one of their children for adoption and sure enough, after six hours of searching, he found one.
Sir Integra's uncle Richard had a daughter as the result of an affair with his wife. The girlfriend moved to the USA shortly after finding out she was pregnant.
He quickly wrote down all of the information pertaining to the mother and child that were in the archives, before rushing back to the Hellsing Manor where he was able to pull a few strings to get the information needed to find the child.
She was adopted not long after she was born. The parents who adopted her had just had a miscarage and the child's mother died durring childbirth the same day. The girl's current residence was in Texas.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
People strolled casually around the stalls set up in the town square. It was a chilly autumn morning, perfect weather for a small coat.
People stoped looking at the home-made odds and ends at the stalls and wondered if there was a play going on or something, as a young lady walked through, dressed in a child's outfit that looked as though it had been pulled out of the Victorian era.
It consisted of a dark red, knee-length skirt with white ruffles peaking out from beneath it about two inches and from the up-side-down V-shaped opening in the back that was mostly hidden by her waist length auburn hair, a matching jacket with black velvet collar and cuffs with a black velvet bow on each front pocket and a larger one at the small of her back, delicate white lace came out and over the velvet collar slightly, forming an almost heart-shape with a camio broach setting atop of it, her white knee-high stockings pulled the outfit together with a vintage black hat and vintage black gloves.
She smiled sweetly to everyone she passed as she walked elegantly in her vintage-looking, mid-calf length, black sued boots with button fastenings, a black lace parasol blocking the sun from her face.
As she was looking at some cute stuffed animals for sale, two men approached her with curious expressions upon their faces. "Excuse me madam," the one with blond hair and green eyes spoke to her with a thick Brittish accent. "Are you Ms Candice Welsh?"
She turned to the man and looked at him a moment before nodding her head, "Yes sir. I am.. Is there something I can help y'all with?" She spoke in a cute, sweet voice with a welcoming smile.
"I would have thought her to be older..." the other man said quietly to his friend, also having a British accent, he had fire-red hair, blue eyes and far too many freckles. "Indeed." The first man agreed, looking her up and down.
She stood slightly pigion-toed (just for the cuteness - she wasn't really pigion-toed -that is toes turned inward) with her her parasol cradled in her arm as she had closed it once she reached the stalls, and her head cocked slightly to one side, looking at them with green-hazle eyes that she had done up to look slightly asian (not the cat-eye makeup, just a tinny bit of liquid eyeliner on the top lid) her heart shaped face was framed with bangs cut streight across like a little girl's, only a couple of light freckles decorated her nose and tops of her cheeks, so light you could only see them if you were standing a couple feet away at most, she was fairly short, just five feet and two inches - three with the heals on her boots.
She was supposed to be in her early twenties, but this girl standing in front of them looked only fifteen at most. The men looked at eachother in question before the red-head shrugged his shoulders and produced a letter from his coat.
She accepted it gracefully and looked at the back to find a wax seal with the Hellsing crest embedded into it. She studied it for a moment, taking in the details of the crest so that perhaps she might draw it later, before carefully opening it.
She quickly handed it back to the man "You must have the wrong person, this can't be for me." her voice sounding a little more grown up this time. "I'm really sorry." she turned and walked quickly back home, only a block away from the square.
She told her mother about the British men and the letter as soon as she got home, but she did not get a responce she was expecting at all. She told her that she was adopted.
"No way! If I was adopted, then why does brother look so much like me? And my Baby Buddy?" She crossed her arms and gave her mother a look that said 'You can't fool me.' That's when the doorbell rang and her mother let the Brittish men come in before turning back to her little princess, "Go pack your things. Quickly!" She used the motherly tone that no one dare disobey.
Candice gave her a sad 'do I have to?' look. "GO!" She 'eeped' and hurried up the stairs, going streight to her room and packed her Hello Kitty backpack, grabed her art bag, purse, panda backpack-purse (which she put on) and her Babies. Leaving the heavy stuff at the top of the stairs, she went down and stood next to her mother with a stern look upon her face.
"If you want me to go, then you'll have to bring down my stuff." "As you wish." She looked shocked and scared as the British men went up the stairs and retreived her things.
"Alright then, thank you Madam. Let's go... Where are you going miss?" The red-head said as he fought with the heavy backpack. Did she put rocks in this bloody thing?
"To say goodbye to my baby nephew" She was almost to the door to the living room when the blond man grabed hold of her arm. "There's no time. We need to leave." "Fuck you." she yanked her arm out of his grasp and made for the door again.
This time she was grabbed firmly by the shoulders and pushed towards the front door. "Get your hands off me!" she elbowed him in the stomach and made another break for it.
She didn't get far, however, before she was tossed up onto one of the men's shoulders like a sack of potatoes. "Good day Madam." "Momma!?!?!?!?" she tried to look at her mother, but her hair was in the way all she heard was her voice, "I'm so sorry, baby.. I love you.." before the front door closed and she was placed in the car.
AN: Not very good, but it gets the point across, ne? We just couldn't think of much for before she gets in the car...
Alucard: "Do I get to drive?" looks hopefull
Cat: "Last time you talked me into letting you drive you nearly ran over a bunch of school kids getting off the buss! There's no way in hell!"
Alucard: "Pleee~~~ase?" gives puppy eyes
Cat: sighs "Alright! As soon as hell freezes over and heaven catches on fire."
Alucard: "YES- WaitWhat? No fair!"