Hellsing Fan Fiction ❯ Smoke ❯ A Wish Wanted or Unwanted? ( Chapter 2 )

Dearest readers: A note for all of you. I have written this story out of the deepest regions of myself, mixing in emotions from a real person to an animated idol of mine. Considering Integra is very close in personality to me, I use some of my personality when I write. As for the correct use of Alucard in this fic: I know that Alucard backwards spells Dracula. I've known that since the day I watched the series. But since I am English and sort of lazy, I will use the spelling that I am most familiar with, Arucard. If this bothers you, don't bother reading the story. If you can move on and not criticize, then please continue. Thanks for your patience and consideration.

Two

He turned slowly on his heel from me, stepping deeper into the dark corner of the room. I knew somehow that his words were true, that he was ashamed for his actions.

But I also felt a sadness. Was he possibly sad because he wanted to touch me, too, and didn't have the courage to tell me?

I really shouldn't be one to talk.

I felt his sadness, his shame, his sorrow. It reflected my own, and at that moment I knew that a pulse went through both of us, making us both realize each other's feelings.

Suddenly, his shadow melted into the corner, and I was left sitting at my desk, my eyes staring into the darkness, wishing that he hadn't gone.

In the darkness of my bedroom, I sat upon the cushions at my window seat, watching outdoors at the lake. Moonbeams reflected off the water, a mirror image of perfection. I knew that one day…one day…I would have to reach that perfection; the precision that would rid the world of those evil bastards that dared to destroy innocent people.

I sighed, worn already from the day I knew was before me. Another tiring sweep of London, another chance for Arucard to do his duty, as well as let me do mine. I could do nothing but thank him from the very bottom of my heart for what he did and continues to do for me, but how could I, besides a place to stay, a warm home, an accepting staff? Was it ever enough to give up one's life to solely do other's dirty work, just to have a place to be able to get away from others that objected?

Too many thoughts circled my brain, rattled it for all it was worth. At four in the morning, it was much to early to be thinking this much. I knew for certain that soon I would have to get up, put on my uniform, and head out the door like I always did.

Stretching my arms to both sides, I yawned widely. A knock rapped on my wooden door, and I acknowledged it as Walter, coming to bring my routine cup of coffee.

"Good morning, Walter. Just set it down over there, and I'll get it when I'm-"

A cold hand cupped the side of my neck, and an unknown sensation crawled up my spine, making my whole body shiver. The hand gently let go, but the fingers remained only a few seconds later, tracing the lines of my veins.

I couldn't breathe. I knew I was strong enough to fight against any vampire, minus Arucard.

What if someone had come into the castle? How did they get past security? And even then, no one could come in my door without the proper keys. And as far as I remembered, the only person with those keys was Walter.

"…Who are you?"

The person shifted hands, to the right side of my neck, and tilted my head gently to the side. Warm breath tingled the cooled skin, and another shiver shot up my spine.

Before the sharp fangs delved into my pale neck, I saw the black hair, the red eyes. I would have cried in betrayal if I hadn't have simply gone limp.

I knew who had done this.

It was. . . Arucard.