Walter

I can hear their voices from outside Integra's study room, through the massive oak doors. Now she's screaming-my mistress at him. Her voice is loud and angry as she tells him that his fledgling had yet to drink a drop of blood and that the police girl wasn't able to be of much use in her half-starved state. He doesn't seem to be the least bit fazed; in fact he said in that nonchalantly confident voice of his that the police girl will eventually drink blood. A few seconds of silence pass before she finally replied, her voice hard and cold that if the girl proves to be more trouble than she's worth; he will have to put an end to her troublesome existence.
I really don't understand what's going on here. I don't understand why Alucard had taken a fledgling.
I heard him talking to her in soothing tones placating her ruffled feathers; assuring her that the girl should be the least of her worries.
With me, almost dropping the tray I am holding containing the silver tea set with my beloved mistress's tea and macaroons I hear a loud crash from inside the room.
She storms out of her study, long ash-blond hair whipping behind her in a way that makes my breath catch in my throat.
"Walter I'll be having tea in my room" She quietly say, without even so much as giving a glance at my direction.
Integra is leaving her own study? It seems like he really did managed to make her upset this time. I feel this overwhelming and violent desire to whip the blood-sucking freak with my wires, millions of time until he is minced by it in very fine pieces; regeneration will be impossible. I almost went to him. Almost.
I wonder what is so special about the police girl.
Taking a peek inside the room I see smashed pieces of heavy porcelain on the floor beside the spot where he standing; the thing was an antique china vase just a few minutes ago. I shake my head as I follow the mistress until the two of us arriving in her private apartments in less than five minutes. After I set her tea in the centre table of her sala set, I gave her a small bow, signalling my leave.
I have to go clean the shards of broken china in Integra's study.
Reaching the study room I'm surprise to see him still there; rooted at the spot where Integra and I left him.
Taking the small dustpan and duster from the collapsible shelf which is discreetly tucked at a corner of the room, I bend a leg to reach the floor and started sweeping the tiny pieces of broken china off the marble tiles. I carefully picked up the bigger shards with my fingers; lest I cut myself and have the red-cloaked overgrown cattle latch himself on me like a parasitic leech. I wonder how he will handle this situation; He wants Integra really bad. He desires to have her and possess her completely.
I know what they're been doing together and I know it's been going on for a long time now, almost three years; since Integra was nineteen.
I found them out accidentally. That time, I woke up at five in the morning, and unable to go back to sleep; I decided to take an early morning jog. On my way to the roof deck to do a little bit of stretching and warm up, I passed by my mistress's living apartments on the top floor and saw him exit her room through her door; like a civilized human being. He took his pace in walking out of her room and I was able to catch a glimpse of Integra-in bed.
It was a scene that rooted me at my spot.
Despite the fact that I had but the briefest sight of her in that state, It was an image that seared through my mind
It was a still of my mistress asleep in the nude.
In her massive canopy bed; its heavy curtains are drawn I saw her beautiful form reposing. All soft, caramel-colored skin. She was lying on her back, her long and heavy flaxen locks splayed against the burgundy sheets of her mattresses. It pooled around her shoulders scantily covering her naked and heavy breasts quite ineffectively. Her face looked much softer and younger in her sleep the light thin silk of the coverlet was twisted around her lower torso covering her midsection down to her upper thighs only; her pyjamas haphazardly bunched and discarded in the floor.
My sleeping beauty.
The blatant insinuation of what just happened between her and the vampire saturated the air.
The damn vampire ignored my obvious astonishment.
"See to it that she will not be disturbed until later this day."
And with that one sentence he left; he didn't bother to acknowledge my bewilderment.
He left, in that cat-like languid way of walking which speaks of nonchalance and arrogance.
The gall of that bastard.
At that moment, my feet refused to move from the spot where I was standing; emotions battling inside me. My Master, my beautiful Integra; Why him?
"You are up awfully early Alucard"
"I am roused from my sleep, sensing our master's obvious distress"
I didn't bother to ask for I know what is troubling Integra; it's the police girl.
"You surprise me, old man at the start all I thought that this thing you feel for her is nothing but fleeting desire brought about by loneliness and your lack of physical contact with beautiful young ladies for all these years."
"Shut it you blood sucking freak"
Doing the cleaning quickly and sweeping the last of the sharp fragments I gather them in the hand-held dust pan, I have no intention to stay in the presence of this mind-reading creature longer than necessary.
"I wonder how she will react and what she will do if she finds out and knows by chance of those unwashed undergarments you nicked from her laundry basket and which you use to rub yourself with as you fantasise about touching her in every way imaginable."
I went white upon hearing the threat implied by those words.
"You will not…by any chance tell on me Alucard; I cannot help what I feel for her, at the least I don't bother her about it by letting her know about it" I said in a quiet voice.
"You already have her; you must realize that I don't stand a chance…. I don't even count as a rival."
"No need to get all worked up, I was just musing out aloud. Of course, of course for old time's sake…I will not my dear old boy"
I release the breath which I was holding in unconsciously.
With that, I throw the shards of porcelain inside the bin beside Integra's consul table, Now that my purpose in this study room is done, I can now leave. The malicious vampire can stay here for all he wants just as long as he doesn't make a ruckus; it's Integra's problem anyway. I was already about to exit the study room; my hand already at the doorknob, when the vampire suddenly spoke up.
" Integra is still a virgin."
What he said was uncalled for and it taken me aback. He blurting those kinds information just like that, what the hell is he up to now?. The declaration is flat and toneless-and about the very least thing I expected.
What non-sense are you babbling about now?
"She doesn't want me to enter her."
In a daze I retrace my steps and going back to the room. I sit at the lounge and wait for the vampire to continue. Something is definitely up-I want to know what's in it for me.
Among many things that he is, I know that being a liar is not one of them.
"Why are you telling me this, Alucard? What is it that you want? I admit that even I am finding you acting strange as of late, taking in a fledgling and all."
" Oh yes, the girl, now that you mentioned her….Blonde haired and blue eyed like our beloved master." He said absent-mindedly.
A couple of minutes pass in pregnant silence, the most awkward two minutes in my 72 years so far; feeling this ill sense of foreboding that the vampire is up to no good this time. If I were to be asked to choose between spending a couple of minutes slicing up a battalion ghouls and waiting to hear in cold sweat what the vampire is going to say next. I would have preferred the earlier.
"She was a beautiful girl, Walter. Nineteen years old, and still a virgin; she could not have any difficulty getting laid if she chose to. With that body…fresh as lettuce and very luscious."
I have a very bad feeling about this. I thought of the police girl in her stay-ups and clad in that ridiculously skimpy military uniform. An outfit which I had the mistake of designing, the clothes clinging at her sinfully voluptuous figure ; that innocent and wide-eyed expression plastered all the time in her face.
"I don't see the need for me to hear all of that…You are talking like an old lecher Alucard. If you want her then take her, after all you are still her master." I said levelly, in a matter of fact voice.
"Now look who's talking, aren't we the same."
I letting that barbed comment pass, I say nothing.
"One favour after another my old man. I will keep as a secret the not so innocent feelings you harbour towards our master but in return you prepare the draculina for an assignation.
I bristle upon this request. I regret my suggestion of him having Seras if he felt so attracted to her, if I were to act as her pimp.
I never thought that this centuries-old vampire who is nearly as powerful as the devil himself is as impressionable as any other hot-blooded, normal and living male.
But I certainly don't relish the idea of him ratting on me to our master, knowing Integra; of her mean streak and of how spiteful she can be. I know I'll be in serious trouble if she believes him.
For after everything's said and done; he is but telling the truth.
"It is but a little favour to ask Angel of death, she is as you said, after all….already mine."
" And you are but to exercise your droit du seigneur?"
"If that is how you want to put it"
" Very well, when and where do you want to have this little rendezvous with the police girl?"
" As soon as possible, I want to take advantage of this urge which I haven't felt for almost a century since I met our beautiful master. I hunger for her in a way a man would desire a woman but unfortunately I cannot have her and unfortunately that need is still present and I would have to make do with what I can conveniently get."
"Tomorrow night then, I'm quite sure Integra will turn in early for the night since she'll be up early morning tomorrow-she'll be going to church."
Again…that ingratiating silence.
" If that's all then If you don't mind I would have to take my leave now, I have other duties to attend to."
"Of course, don't let me keep you, old chum."

I will turn in early for tonight.
After Integra had her dinner half an hour ago, she's discharged me off my duties for the day for she expects me to be up early tomorrow and to drag her out of her bed to the nearest church. I had mine half an hour later; I promptly headed to the kitchen and got some food.
The kitchen was empty; the major-doma probably went to the servant's dining room to prepare the household staff's table for dinner.
Putting a couple of sausages and scooping a healthy serving of carbonara into my plate; a plain white porcelain affair, I fill my plate with the food I am going to have for dinner. pocketing a spoon and fork wrapped in a paper napkin on my trouser pocket went to retrieve my water bottle from the fridge. Quickly fixing myself a vegetable salad, I leave the kitchen; a plate of sausages and pasta on one hand, and a salad bowl on the other. The water bottle tucked in my armpit.
I'll have dinner by myself in the orchard at the back of the mansion; since I do not have the patience to make small talk to the other servants or to indulge the eye-lash batting young maids by listening to them flirt and tell petty stories.
I am sitting under an orange tree, admiring the small fairy lamps installed by the gardener with the help of the compound's electrician in the branches on the big trees. The lamps illuminated the place with a warm orange glow, quite a lovely sight if you ask me. I remember the way her perfectly threaded brows shot up so high on her forehead that time when the gardener requested to set up some lights in the orchard; I expected her to decline, knowing that Integra was then on a tight budget since she just purchased a couple of new army tanks. I was actually surprised that she agreed. I stretch my legs before me.
I am happily sitting under the tree heartily eating my dinner like a little boy on a picnic, when I remember what I am supposed to set up tomorrow early evening. This thought I brushed aside lest I spoil the good mood I'm in.
I finished my dinner fast and as I lay on my back, my head pillowed by my arms-feeling pleasantly full, the empty dinner crockery at my side; I feel a strange satisfaction wash over me. It is a feeling akin to contentment. I let myself feel whatever I m feeling for a few minutes, then forcing myself to snap out of the mood I promptly stood up setting some of my discarded clothes to rights. Complacency, the sang-froid of an Englishman, a quality I very much disdain; give in to it and you'll become one soft and rusty old warhorse. Picking up the cutlery on the grass, I leave the orchard which, for the mansion; before the starry and moonlit sky cast another spell on me.
Walter had a quick hot shower before going to bed. He stepped out of the shower feeling fuzzy. He wrapped a thick towel around his waist and Walking out of his bathroom with a thick towel wrapped around his waist he rummage through his wardrobe, choosing a pair of cotton pyjamas. The balmy temperature that summer evening had risen come night. In a split second he decided to forget about the pyjama top. Turning off the air-conditioning unit, he swung the two glass windows in his bedroom open, with the purpose of letting some air in. The breeze billows out the curtains like some teasing more air into the room. He then switched off the lights. Lying on the bed with just his pyjama bottoms on, He lifted his gaze at the lawn beyond the open windows looking at the lawn beyond the open windows. He idly muse about getting up tomorrow by half-past five for his conditioning exercises before setting off to take a shower and to prepare Integra's breakfast. She'll have to leave the mansion at half-past seven to go to church service. Turning his head to the clock at the small writing desk beside his bed and reached for it wounding its alarm. He then thought of the tryst she would have to set up between Alucard and Seras. Thinking poor seras, like a lamb offered to a wolf.
"He will jump on Seras eh? Just because Integra will not go all the way, He's acting like a dog in heat…poor Seras"
Nothing tempts Alucard like resistance-resistance combined with beauty, which Integra has.
Integra….
If Alucard is telling the truth about her. Then…
I never thought she's that disciplined. I very well know that young women will be young women and there will be affairs here and there and that given the circumstances, maybe it is understandable that she had turned to Alucard. Walter seriously thought to himself.
And Alucard can certainly be charming and seductive if he wants to. I understand even though this understanding didn't lessen the hurt that I feel. He murmured softly to himself.
Integra…
Of course, Integra is one stony young woman and she would not put herself in a very compromising position for physical pleasure.
Once, Walter caught her playing dress up. That afternoon, he came to her room to remind her of tea. He was astonished by the sight of her. Her hair gathered in a messy bun on top of her head; exposing the dangly pair of pearl earrings that once belonged to her late mother. She was wearing a dark blue ball gown with a very low neckline; its long sleeves made up by some sort of diaphanous material.
She was then seventeen years old.
And now I'm hard and leaking.
Integra…
Walter placed a hand on his chest, with a finger he traced at a nipple; drawing light circling patterns on it. Feeling a pleasant tingle from it, the hairs in his body to rose in an end. His hands slid lower to his flat and lightly muscled stomach. His hands crept lower, below his navel to the waistband of his pyjama bottoms which slung low in his hips.
He undid the drawstring of the baggy pants reaching at the straining evidence of his arousal.
Walter grasped at his aching rock-hard member, engorged with blood. Holding his cock at its root he lightly twisted at his penis to prevent himself from coming sooner than he wanted to. After a few seconds he made a fist around his tumescent length and jerked off.
Sliding his hand up and down his shaft, slowly at first then briskly after a few seconds he went on the task on relieving himself; Thinking of her delicate and slim fingers which tapered like candles; the exquisite hands of a lady, her lovely skin, her thick blond hair and blue eyes. He imagined a naked and sweaty Integra under him writhing in pleasure.
The brisk pace of his hand sliding up and down his erection became more rough and frantic; the friction brought by the urgency of his strokes sent an unexpected frisson of pleasure in his already over sensitized genitalia.
Integra, with his long and sleek legs wrapped around his waist clinging to him tightly as he drill her to bed.
Too much….
And with that last image in his mind, he came; spurting his seed.

I woke up at five in the morning for I have to drag Integra out of her bed and help her prepare and get dressed. My mistress, who normally sleeps around twelve in the morning, can be difficult in early morning affairs such as this. After putting off the shrill cries of the old-fashioned alarm clock which I keep by my bedside I immediately got up and changed into my practice clothes and went straight to the mansion's gymnasium to do a bit of strength training.
It was almost six in the morning by the time I finished my exercise. I headed to the kitchen to get some breakfast. I saw the cook busily preparing the servant's breakfast table. I looked at the wall clock above the cupboards, six-fifteen; another fifteen minutes and the other servants in the mansion will flock at the kitchen for breakfast.
"Good morning Mister Dornez, please help yourself with some breakfast."
"Thanks, that I will do" I replied to the cook a pleasant and slender woman with red hair in her late forties.
A couple of hardboiled eggs, two slices of toast thickly with butter, a banana and a cup of tea.
I had worked up a hearty appetite with my early morning exertions and I ate my food so fast it was almost unmannerly. The cook ignored me though; she must've known that I was hungry from my early morning exertions. In just a matter of ten minutes, I was out of the kitchen; racing to my rooms for a shower.
I combed through her wet and heavy mass of hair; her hair taking on a dishwater blondeness in its damp state. Mermaid hair, thick and very long- a curtain of tinsel snaking down her back to her tiny waist.
I adjusted the towel which I draped around her shoulders to protect her shirt from getting wet. Grooming her hair is a daily chore for me; a chore which I very much love. I think of it as something of an intimate act; even if I am very well aware that Integra thinks nothing of it but a mere act of convenience and practicality.
I run the implement through her tresses; lock after each thick section of lock, smoothing the tangled strands and causing tiny droplets of water to sprinkle in the floor. I deftly work through the snags and knots with a white toothed ivory comb-preparing her hair for blow-drying.
She prefers to wear her hair long and loose down her back; she cuts a striking figure in it in with her men's suits. Androgynously beautiful.
Of course upon closer inspection, anybody would see that she is woman-and a beautiful one at that. The fact that she doesn't wear make-up does nothing to negate that fact. Clear and smooth light brown skin, high cheekbones and perfectly symmetrical facial features; eyes a piercing shade of blue, vibrant even behind those severely rounded glasses. Her figure, willowy; she could certainly join those beauty pageants if she wanted to.
But Integra is entirely of a different breed of femininity from those women.
The hair dryer…
The task was done after a quarter of an hour. Lifting the curtain of hair from her back; I help her with her coat. I did the front buttons of her coat to keep it securely in place; it tugged in her cravat in the process. Within a second my fingers are on the garment straightening it.
"Now don't fuss over me like a mother hen Walter, I can fix that myself."
I ignored her comment, my old and spindly fingers nimbly re-knotting her cravat, a couple of minutes passed before I was able to fix it accordingly at my standards.
I skewered the knot with her silver cross tie pin, and looked at her; she is looking at me with a hard expression on her face.
I felt my blood run cold; she might suspect or worse, know something about my real feelings towards her.
"That's enough Walter, Let's go." She said in an icy tone.
Of course, she doesn't go anywhere outside the compound without me, I am after all her body guard, among many things. A fact that grates on the nerves of a certain nightwalker who is now, as of the moment-out stone cold in a state of catatonic slumber in the mansion's sub-levels.
I followed her to the Maserati. Upon reaching the side of the car I gently pushed her aside murmuring my excuses and opened the door getting inside the car first. The gentleman should be the first one to get inside the passenger's seat of a car so that there would be no need for the lady to slide and inch across the seat to make space for her companion.
Integra went in after me, alighting gracefully. A few seconds passed and she's easily settled in her place, prompting me to reach over and close the door of the car. Leaning ever so slightly towards her, I smelled the scent of her hair mingled with the expensive perfume she wears. The car felt too warm all of a sudden.
After both of us were already comfortably ensconced inside the car, Integra barked orders to the chauffer to start driving at once. I looked at my pocket watch; a quarter to eight. The service starts at eight and Integra hates to be late on all occasions.
"Try your best in convincing the girl to drink Walter, it's about time she gets over her foolish sentimentality; Heaven knows she terribly needs some nourishment"
"I am doing my best madam."
"He will have to see to it that she doesn't slow us down, else I let him watch as I put a bullet through the girl's skull the moment I get fed up with her."
"You should not depend too much on him Integra"
I regretted saying this the moment the words left my mouth.
Her lovely features contorted to an expression akin to pain. She looked at me for a very long time, gradually her face took on a look of withering disdain. And in a soft voice she replied.
"Are you trying to tell me what to do Walter?" Her tone was so wintry I feel like shrivelling on the place where I am seated.
"Certainly not my lady, I just want to remind you of the fact that Alucard is not at all what he seems to be. True he can be quite the charming gentleman and the decorous servant when it comes to conducting himself, especially when you are around; he can also be very seductive and beguiling. I just want you to be careful with him. I need not elaborate on this, for surely Madame; you understand what I mean."
"And you think that I, his master, and if you may; his owner, is forgetting about the fact of his nature's monstrosity Walter, hmm?"
"All I'm trying to say is that you still have me."
"Why are you telling me this now?"
This question took me aback and I was unable to say anything in reply, my heartbeat sounded unusually loud in the close confines of the car.
"None whatsoever Madame."
A lame reply. But that was all I manage to say.
" Walter, is there something else you want to tell me, Is there something else which I need to know?" Her lips drawn into a thin and hard smile.
Integra turned towards me, those deep blue eyes like gems glinting behind those rounded spectacles, I forced myself to meet her stare; I feel like drowning in those dark blue pools. A few inches are but the distance that separates her from me. We were in each other's personal space, a physical gap which can be easily bridged by a single touch; if ever I draw her to my arms in an embrace, or a kiss.
And what I wouldn't give in this world for a single kiss or a solitary embrace from her.
I have this overwhelming urge to tell her the truth about my feelings once and for all and unburden myself with my emotions.
But what good will a declaration of love do? It may even cost me my job.
My work in Hellsing is my life; I will not, in any case compromise that.
I dropped my gaze to a spot on the knee of my perfectly creased trousers.
I remained silent, too silent.
It was the kind of silence that spoke volumes without using any words at all; a stillness that talks of everything and at the same time, nothing at all.
"Your concern is noted Walter but you worry too much, I can handle Alucard; that much I can assure you."
I heard the crunch of the gravel as the chauffer pulled the brakes in front of our place of destination, the church; a non-descript affair of concrete and marble. I took this as a signal to once again, check the time on my pocket watch, 7:55 AM. I immediately got out of the car and in a second I was opening the car door for my mistress. The conversation mercifully disrupted.

It is supposed to be autumn, but the weather today is strangely warm. I put the paper bag containing the bottles of toiletries I brought with me on top of Seras' study table.
Alucard reminded me of his proposed assignation with the young vampire in a very tactless manner.
"See to it that the draculina is well-prepared for me when I come to visit her in her bed tonight."
This, he told me telepathically as I was serving Integra her dinner almost an hour ago.
Now I am at Seras' room doing what I can to make her ready for Alucard. The girl is at the artillery room, a filthy place in the mansion with its stubborn and perpetual layer of dust and grease. She must be in the process of cleaning the m-16 rifles and AK-47s; almost a hundred of them, by now. A task I asked her to under the guise of having received orders from Sir Integra. I also asked her to tidy the artillery room after the cleaning the rifles. The police girl bobbed her strawberry blonde in assent without any questions and further ado. I gave her this task the moment she woke up, during my routine visits to her room for her pouch of medical blood; its contents always flushed to the toilet though.
"Let me just change into my uniform Mr. Walter and I'll be right there." This she enthusiastically said, beaming that wide and innocent smile of hers; a warm smile that made me felt guilty. I can't help but feel sorry for Seras. Integra was at the moment, confined in her study room, oblivious to everybody and busily writing the reports she's scheduled to finish this afternoon if not for the unannounced house call by Sir Islands. She immediately settled upon the task of writing reports after eating dinner.
Knowing my mistress very well, I know she'll just finish the paperwork and then feeling tired; will immediately turn in for the night after a warm bath.
I looked at the time from my pocket watch; eight o'clock, it's been almost half an hour since I left Seras in the artillery room. I'll give it two hours at most, before Integra retires in her bedroom; she's had an early start for this day after all.
Getting to work immediately, I lay the white satin nightshift on the bed; an article of clothing which I got from Integra's armoire a while ago. It belonged to her when she was much younger before those growth spurts added almost half a foot on her height. I know will fit Seras just fine.
I went to collect the paper bag from the chair and headed to the bathroom. I opening the faucet by the tub, I proceeded on drawing a bath for the young vampire. I just cleaned her bathroom last night, but I made it a point to still check whether the tub was clean before I turned on the tap. Waiting, I look at the gushing cold water from the faucet, letting my thoughts wander a little.
I have to unwittingly goad Seras into making herself presentable for her unexpected and uninvited visitor tonight. Seras is certainly unaware of Alucard's plan. That much I'm sure of, thank goodness the girl is still unaware of the full of her abilities that comes with her preternatural existence.
But In the case that she reads my mind and discover what I'm doing anytime from now, I just hope she'll be kind enough to understand that if I were given a better choice, I wouldn't want anything to do with this.
I just hope she'll be kind enough not rip me to pieces.
Turning off the tap of cold water after filling almost a third of the tub's capacity, I proceeded to turn the faucet on for the hot water. Retrieving the tall bottle of rose scented bath oil from the bag, I poured a fourth of its contents in the water, the scent of roses diffusing through the warm water. Emptying the small paper bag off the rest of its contents, I put the bottle of lotion and cologne on the girl's study table. I neatly lay the bar of cream soap on the soap dish. All of the said items, I nicked from Integra's supply of personal care items.
Turning off the faucet after the water almost reached the rim of the tub. Walking towards the built-in clothes cabinet of the bathroom, I pulled out a fresh towel.
As I was hanging the towel at the rod beside the tub I hear the door hinges give a creak; an indication that someone had just entered the room. I crumpled the empty paper bag and threw it on the bin which I myself had put in this bathroom, a week ago when unexpected to all of us Alucard stepped inside the mansion's premises with a girl, wrapped in a blanket in his arms. Integra, taking the stunt well had ordered me at once to prepare this room in the mansion's sub-levels for the girl to lodge in.
I left the bathroom and headed to the girl's living apartments to see grease –streaked and grubby Seras in her skimpy hellsing uniform, now grimy from dust and gun powder, standing before her bed staring at the shift which I laid on it. I cleared my throat loudly to signal my presence, she then turned her attention towards me.
As I wanted it to turn out, Seras was filthy from cleaning the rifles and the dirty room itself.
"Ms. Victoria, are you done with chore?" I mildly asked her.
" Oh yes, Walter. Is there anything else that Sir Integra wants me to do?"
"hmmm"…I put on an act of musing absent-mindedly. I let a couple of seconds pass before responding in the most off-handed manner possible.
"That's all for the moment Seras, Sir Integra is busy writing reports right now, she'll just send for you if ever she needs something for you, Any way I'll inform you if ever."
Her eyes are again on the night shift.
" Oh that, I found the dress lying unused in one of the chests in the attic room, It's in wonderful condition still and I just thought it might fit you; would you like to have it?"
"It's pretty Walter, of course I would like to have it." She answered shyly.
"Then it's yours"
" How thoughtful of you Walter, thank you" She softly said, delight evident in her voice.
"By the way, I drew you a bath knowing the rather grimy nature of the chore you did." My hands gestured at her grotty person.
"You may help yourself with it now while I tidy your room for a while; as it turned out you badly need one quite evidently."
"Surely, I would want to bathe now so that I could try the dress on." She said eagerly said.
Walking towards her armoire I took a clothes hanger from her cabinet and carefully picking up the dress from her bed I slid the night shift on it, letting it hung out from the article.
I holding the dress from the hanger's handle I went to the bathroom to sling it to the towel rod, for her easy reach.
I went back to the bedroom and to the police girl in that effect. Now she's standing over her study table, holding one of the bottles which I put on the table earlier.
" Shea butter lotion and eau de cologne. You think it is silly of me of course since you don't need any of those now, the way you've turned to; you won't be getting old, not at least physically. But indulge an old man will you and use it? You are after all, still a very young woman.
She answered me with that wide and trusting innocent smile of hers; it made my heart clench.
"I'll go take a bath then Mr. Dornez"
"Of course, please don't mind me as I clean your room."
Grabbing the bottles of lotion and cologne she happily sauntered off to the bathroom; I pick up the broom leaning at a corner wall and started sweeping the floor; gathering the thin layer of dust which settled on the floor with a dustpan. After that was done, I went to the bed; a four poster affair which, in a push of a button from its remote control will convert into a coffin and sink into the ground.
Changing the dark blue cotton bed sheet and its matching pillowcases with burgundy-coloured silken sheets, I prepared the bed for its ordeal later.
I stuck a scented candle in the drawer chest beside the bed.
A quarter of an hour passed and I was done. Shortly after, a freshly bathed Seras emerged from the bathroom. A comb in one hand, her strawberry blonde hair wrapped turban-style with a towel; Barefooted and clad in Integra's night gown.
"It fits" she said, twirling around in the night dress. The thing ended chastely in a couple of inches below her knees, I can see the nipples of her full and rounded breasts straining under the delicate fabric; evidently she wore no brassiere underneath.
I just hope she wore something below, underneath the dress; I wouldn't want her to be that easily accessible to him.
Poor Seras. that is all that I can think of at the moment, Poor girl I just hope Alucard will go gentle with her since this will be her first time and not come on her with the force of a stallion. He would know it would hurt.
Vlad the Impaler had three wives before.
"It fits perfectly my child" I said, walking towards her. I plucking the comb from her hand I led her to sit on the low-backed chair of her study table; gently holding her by the elbow.
I removed the towel from her hair and proceeded to comb her wet hair, untangling the wet locks; I can smell the rose-scented bath oil on her. Like an obedient little child she sat still on the chair.
My old age made my actions seem harmless and unthreatening, making my behaviour benign and almost grandfatherly.
"Walter, how long have you been working here?" She asked in a soft voice.
"Almost my entire life dear, why do you ask?"
"So you must know Sir Integra very well."
"I knew her parents when they were still alive. I've known her since she was a baby."
I don't know where this conversation is leading to.
"Was Master Alucard working for them that long too?"
"He was with the Hellsings much longer than I, Almost a hundred years if I'm not mistaken."
The comb tugged on a knot of hair, I gently disentangled the implement from the strands before working on the knots carefully; cautious not to break the strands.
"Wow" awed that was all she said.
"So, how is Master with Sir Integra?"
Oh your Master is absolutely crazy over Sir Integra but because Sir Integra won't give in to him completely, he will jump on you tonight as a substitute for her.
This I was tempted to tell her out of sympathy.
" I'm afraid I'm in no position to discuss that to you."
"Okay, I understand Walter" She simply said.
I tugged a stray lock behind her ear, there done. I thought to myself.
"There you go Seras" I said, setting the comb in the desk.
"You have to excuse me; I am now going to take my leave Ms. Victoria since I'm done cleaning your room."
"Sure Walter, and thanks a lot" this she replied, that mega-watt smile again plastered in her face.
I glanced at the grand father's clock which stood by the foyer; 9:45 PM. With this I went to check on Integra in her study room, as I predicted she was no longer in her study. She must've gone to her private apartments to turn in early for the night. Knowing my mistress, she must be having one of her epic warm soaks right now.
I have to go back down to the dungeons for him, I guess; now that the coast is clear.
I dropped by the medical supplies shed , seizing open the inconspicuous refrigerator I grabbed three packets of medical blood, not bothering to check their types; knowing of his voracious appetite, I am well-aware that he will consume all of it nonetheless. I haphazardly put the blood bags in the bucket filled with shaved ice which I stuck in the freezer earlier ago.
I found him in his lair; gracefully lounging in his high-backed chair, Waiting. His air was every bit of the king he once was; his presence, regal and imposing.
Putting the bucket on the small table on beside his throne, I at once told him what I have to say.
You may now come and see Seras in her room. I've already prepared her for you.
"Very good Walter, as expected of you Angel of Death." He said, his deep voice reverberating in the vast room.
Upon informing him that, I at once stalked off and left; knowing that I did what he expects me to do.
Fucking monster.