Walter

by: Alucard's Bane

Disclaimer- I do not own Hellsing

AN: Will be making notes shorter. This chap is given to Anarchy101 for his/her birthday, 'cause they asked!

Chapter Four

Integral sat quietly on the bed as she watched Alucard head towards the bathroom to draw her bath water, she hoped he wouldn't take too long, she wanted to get out of the horrid hospital gown she was wearing. She once again turned her attention on her balcony windows, taking in the sight of her precious London in ruins. She could see smoke from the smouldering buildings on the horizon, as well as the stakes of the impaled striking out towards the heavens, she was violently snapped out of her reviere by a gentle tapping on her shoulder.

"Your bath is ready, milady, I hope I did not get the water too warm for you." he was pratically beaming at her...she supposed he should be...she was too weak to even lift a bar of soap, let alone wash herself. Sighing, she pulled the coverlets back as far as she could, and gaped as she saw her legs for the first time. They were pale and covered with dried blood, the waxen sheen of her skin only seemed to dramatize the scars from where Walter's wires had tasted her flesh. "You should close your mouth, Integral...wouldn't want you to choke on a fly..." a short chuckle followed Alucard's rather crude comment.

"Shut-up and take me to the bathroom," she snapped, Alucard complied, scooping her up off the bed and waltzing into the bathroom with her. He sat her down on the toilet seat and started to gather the things he thought she would want for her bath. As Integral watched with a certain wariness as Alucard kneeled in front of her and undid the tie that held the scrap of fabric to her naked body, she noted that her hair was matted with dried blood as well, though someone had apparently been trying to wash some of it out. She winced as Alucard ran his hand over some of the still-healing wounds. He apparently noticed and stopped touching them, and instead only looked.

"They're healing nicely," he said. He looked up at her with...concern?...and turned back to the bathtub. "Are you ready, Integral?" he asked, as he took off his gloves and placed them on the counter. She nodded and he rolled up his coat sleeves. "I'll be easy...I promise..."

"You had better be, vampire. Or you will not be giving me another bath, and I'm sure you don't want that..." she winced slightly when he picked her up.

Her only response was his grin as he lowered her down into the water.

Integral sighed in contentment as Alucard set her down on her bed, the towel that Alucard had wrapped her in clinging tightly to her damp skin. She had notcied that, during the bath, the Count had recessed to his bound form. The hair that had covered his face had disappeared, and his hair was cut short, just as she remembered it. She felt that he was trying to be sympathetic...in his own odd way, after all, she knew that he and Walter had a lot more in common than just being old friends. She watched as Alucard walked over to her oaken wardrobe and opened the doors.

"So, Integral," he turned and looked at her with that fanged smile. "What shall it be? Bed clothes or suit?" he shuffled around in her wardrobe for a few minutes before pulling out a familiar black suit jacket and a blue nightgown.

"The nightgown," she said simply, picking up the brush on her nightstand and attempted to brush her hair. She didn't notice when Alucard had popped up right beside her on the bed, or taken hold of the wooden brush, but she suddenly found him pulling the bristles through her hair. It felt so...good. She felt her flesh goosepimple as she let out a tiny whimper of pleasure. No one had never touched her hair before, save for Walter. She suddenly tensed as she felt that same feeling she had earlier wash over her. Walter used to brush her hair for her. He used to. He USED to, but he wouldn't anymore! She felt a hot tear trickle down her cheek, it plopped onto the fresh sheets. That one was soon followed by another, and another, and another...she felt Alucard slow his strokes somewhat, but he didn't stop. She sniffled a little as Alucard continued to gently comb her hair, as she cried silently. She had lost so much, and still had not caught the little fat man, the bastard that had taken her precious Angel away from her. She would have her revenge though, she had only need to be patient. She sighed as Alucard continued his gentle ministrations, taking notice when he suddenly stopped. "Alucard?" she felt his hands undoing the fold in the towel she was wearing. "Alucard?" she asked, with a bit more feeling. She didn't like where this was going. "What are you doing?" she suddenly felt something cold and wet on her warm skin. He was licking her.

"Easing milady's mind...and taking care of her wounds." he said simply, continuing to lick her. He felt her shudder as his tounge moved over her throat, the scars and wounds disappearing like magic. He was taken by surprise, however, when a moan escaped Integral's lips. Was she acutally liking this? He shrugged mentally. His question was answered when he suddenly smelled her arousal as she started to moan low in her throat. He watched as the wounds that covered her body began to disappear, closing slowly with each lick. He moved his tounge over her legs, and received another low moan...this was going to prove interesting...

"Integral," someone was talking to her. It was a man's voice, he sounded familiar. "What are you doing? Didn't Arthur teach you not to play with vampires?"

Integral opened her eyes, she was surrounded in complete darkness. She couldn't even see her hand in front of her face. "Who's there?" she yelled, whipping around in every direction to find the source of the voice, she walked forward (at least she thought it was forward), the darkness closing in tighter around her, nearly consuming her. "Show yourself! Who are you!" she jumped as she felt a hand on her shoulder.

"Oh, Integral," the hand whipped her around to face the owner. "I'm ashamed."

"Oh God," Integral fought the grip on her arm.She looked into the blood red eyes of her former butler. His clothes and face were covered in fresh blood, his wires that were trailing behind him were also covered in blood.She felt tears welling up in her eyes. "Oh, God, Walter..."

"Now, now, love," he said, drawing her closer to his chest. She fought against his grip, but to no avail. "We'll have none of that." he ran a slender finger down her cheek and wiped the tear away. He was warm, he must have just finished feeding, which explained the blood.

"Walter, let me go." she writhed in his strong grip. "Why are you doing this? Why are you letting them control you like this!" she felt his grip loosten and broke free of his embrace. She turned to face him, a look of pure hurt flashing across her eyes as she caught his anger.

"Letting them, Integral?" he snapped. "I'm not letting them do anything." he crept over to her, pushing her against the wall. For the first time since she met Alucard, Integral Fairbrooks Wingates Hellsing was afraid. "I wanted this Integral," he hissed against her ear as his hands pressed into her wrists. "I wanted them to change me!"

Integral let out a small yelp as she felt, no rather heard, the bones in her wrists breaking. "Walter...please..."

He leaned in closer to her, and whispered. "All for you."

TBC

Ah, end chapter four. Sorry that it took so long...I've been sick. I fixed the dialouge problem, Thess, hope it was better this time!