[testfic] freebird, ch.1
Author: Hermonthis
Fandom: Hellsing
Characters: Integral, Alucard, Anderson
Link: freebird on ff.net
Summary:
[Integral-centric] My master is Hellsing. She who fought Millennium and won. She who held my leash and kept me sane. She who gave light back into the world. And now, my master is here - in my embrace - and she is dying in my arms. Slight AU.
A/N: This is a testfic and what I have posted here is a sample of a larger story I have in mind. Typically, I refrain from chaptered stories and since I already have The Fisherman’s Tale to work on, I’m hesitant to start another. However, I couldn’t rest until I actually wrote something for Freebird, and since I believe no one has attempted to write something like this before, I shall give it a go.
The general structure of the story revolves around the relationships between Integral, Alucard, and Anderson. I won’t explain it now or why, but yes, the Paladin will be returning. And yes, I made the summary very dramatic, I might change it later on.
I make no commitment to finishing this, but I won’t abandon it either.
eklrjlkdjlkdfjfuckslkerjlkej
Damn those plotbunnies.
F R E E B I R D
'Walter, I think something is terribly wrong with me.’
The aged butler looked up from the dusty volumes on the bookshelves and turned his head sideways at the little girl who appeared near the door. Her brows were furrowed and her clenched fists hung by her sides. It looked like she had the worry of the world on her shoulders and it looked as if she wanted to desperately break something.
He corrected himself. Integral did have the weight of the world on her shoulders; she had just been inducted into the Royal Protestant Order three months before.
‘Miss Integra, what would possess you to say something like that?’
She opened her mouth to speak, faltered, and then looked away.
‘Love? What is it?’
Her lips mouthed something silent, like a prayer, and Integral lifted her face to look up at Walter. Would he know? Would he know what to do? She was just thirteen, just a baby, and already her body was betraying her.
She was late. Her period was three months late.
‘I think there’s something wrong with me.’
* * *
At the physician’s office Integral Hellsing sat on the edge of the patient’s bed and stared absentmindedly at her wiggling toes. Walter sat on the other end of the cramped room, one leg draped over the other and his chin resting on the back of one hand as he stared out the window, apparently in thought.
Was this strange that she wanted to go to the doctor’s? Why did she have to take Walter with her? Integral look down at her hands and considered the fact that maybe there was no cause for alarm. She was young and under stress, it was possibly only a mishap.
I want to get out of here.
As Integral thought out a pattern of reasons and explanations for her body’s behaviour for the past several months, Walter’s eyes moved from the window and over her.
Late. She was late.
What did it mean?
At that moment, the doctor came in with Integral’s file in her hand. She looked at Walter and nodded briefly before turning to the young girl on the bed. Taking her place in her swivel chair, she turned around to face them both and opened the manila file. There was a look of cool reserve on her face, as if everything would go smoothly as she planned.
Integral already knew from the moment she walked in that everything would go wrong. She already knew that she both envied and hated this woman. She hated her simply for the reason that she would know something was wrong with the Hellsing heir. It was shameful, and it cut her pride deeply. How could she be strong when her body refused to obey?
The woman smiled but the warmth didn’t quite reach her eyes. There was something else there that the young Hellsing wasn’t sure she liked. The physician held the power, and she, just a girl, did not know what to expect.
‘How are you, Integral?’
‘Good.’ It was best to keep this short and straightforward. She could take the news, whatever it was.
Walter watched Integral’s small hands tighten in her lap.
‘How old are you Integral?’
‘Thirteen’
‘Ah.’
The girl frowned. 'Ah' - what? Was that a good sign or bad? Damn it, she just wanted to know the answer already.
The woman smiled again and she wheeled her chair a little closer to Integra.
‘Ah. There is something you need to know, dear.’
* * *
Integral Hellsing stood on the battleground of demolished London. Her coat hung off her shoulders and her crisp white shirt was sullied with the blood of the Major, the swine. A humourless chuckle left her lips; thank god that bastard was dead. She looked down at herself and frowned. Her hair was a mess, there were tears on her pants and her boots would never look the same again, not to mention the head wound and the gashes to her hips and thighs. It hurt to walk. It hurt to stand.
Still, she stood in the midst of the ruined city and watched for the first sunrise after Millennium’s fall. Inhaling deeply, she looked out into the horizon and swayed just a little, wishing her knight’s sword was still within her possession and felt incomplete without it. Instead, she relied on her wobbly knees to maintain her stance.
‘Integral.’
Alucard emerged from the darkness behind her, his body slumped in fatigue and his eyes empty of bloodlust. He stood several paces back, not wanting to intrude on her self-imposed space. His countess stood triumphant, but he could see that she was tired. Now wasn’t the time for jibes and laughs, now was the time for silence and to wait for the dawn.
Seras would join them soon, but for now, it was just the two of them.
Integral closed her eyes and imagined the sun rising. She had done it, she had served her Queen and country and now it was over. It was quiet, the fog that settled around the city was slowly receding and through the dark curtains of clouds in the sky, Hellsing could have sworn she saw a shimmer of pink on the horizon.
She started walking towards it.
‘Integra!’ he exclaimed when her footsteps faltered and she fell to her knees, gritting her teeth in pain. Alucard immediately moved to her side and reached for her arm when a hand pushed him away. She didn’t want his aid, thank you, she could do this herself. The vampire had done more than enough for now and he should rest.
‘Master, you are weak and tired.’ The vampire frowned. Damn stubborn woman. He didn’t fight this war only to lose her to blood loss now. ‘You need medical attention.’ Damn humans.
Apparently, the same invitation for rest didn’t apply to her.
‘I know that!’ she snapped at him, turned her head in another direction and repeated her words in a softer tone. ‘I know that.’
She inhaled quickly and hastily wiped the dirt on her palms onto her pants. It was useless, really, to try to maintain cleanliness with corpses, bones, and soot everywhere.
‘Where is Seras?’ she commanded. God, she sounded so tired right now.
‘She will be here.’ She is fine. It is you who matters now.
‘Where is Walter?’
‘I do not know, Integral.’
Hellsing released the breath she had been holding and wondered if her butler had survived and was waiting for the exact same sunrise she was looking forward to now. She was sure he lived, in a manner of speaking; she hadn’t seen his vampiric body laid out with the others.
‘Alucard,’ she said, her posture stiff with pain, ‘watch the sunrise with me.’
‘I would be glad to.’
They stood side by side, quietly watching for the world to wake.
Alucard turned his head to look at the woman next to him. He could hear her laboured breathing and the drop in her body temperature. There was something written on her face, her eyes scanned the skies for something she couldn’t quite see but knew was there, and the vampire wondered what it was.
Integral frowned as she felt her knees quiver and she tightened her resolve to remain standing despite her body’s protests to just lie down and sleep.
The sun, where is the sun?
She had waited for this moment, the coming of the new world where Hellsing was triumphant - but where was it?
Every minute that passed was torture to her. She promised herself that she would live to see the death of Millennium and the return of Alucard, but it was strangely incomplete. It felt hollow to her, the joy of winning and the solitude of living - what was she missing? What else was there for her?
‘Integral,’ the vampire’s voice broke through her mind and she was startled with the gentleness he used, ‘It is not coming, and you need to rest.’
‘The sun will come,’ she stated more to herself than to him, ‘It always comes.’
The small dash of pink in the sky - why wasn’t it spreading?
It was suddenly so very cold and Integral clutched at the lapels of her coat, drawing it closer around her shoulders. She could hold out for a little longer, just a little longer for the warmth of the morning.
‘It’s not coming.’
There. A sharp pain in her abdomen and Integral gasped, bending her body in half to accommodate the pain. It felt like someone punched her in the gut.
‘Integral?’
There it was again. The woman bit her lip to distract herself. Specific points of her body, specifically the area below her waist, contracted and contorted with hurt. Then, a sudden release and she smelled blood in the air. Wow, of all the places and of all the times.
‘Master?’
Hellsing could have laughed until she cried. Of all the things to betray her, it had to be her body. Instead, she lowered herself gently to the ground, her hands around her middle to ease the pressure on her abdomen and spoke.
‘Alucard, take me to a hospital.’
Fandom: Hellsing
Characters: Integral, Alucard, Anderson
Link: freebird on ff.net
Summary:
[Integral-centric] My master is Hellsing. She who fought Millennium and won. She who held my leash and kept me sane. She who gave light back into the world. And now, my master is here - in my embrace - and she is dying in my arms. Slight AU.
A/N: This is a testfic and what I have posted here is a sample of a larger story I have in mind. Typically, I refrain from chaptered stories and since I already have The Fisherman’s Tale to work on, I’m hesitant to start another. However, I couldn’t rest until I actually wrote something for Freebird, and since I believe no one has attempted to write something like this before, I shall give it a go.
The general structure of the story revolves around the relationships between Integral, Alucard, and Anderson. I won’t explain it now or why, but yes, the Paladin will be returning. And yes, I made the summary very dramatic, I might change it later on.
I make no commitment to finishing this, but I won’t abandon it either.
eklrjlkdjlkdfjfuckslkerjlkej
Damn those plotbunnies.
F R E E B I R D
'Walter, I think something is terribly wrong with me.’
The aged butler looked up from the dusty volumes on the bookshelves and turned his head sideways at the little girl who appeared near the door. Her brows were furrowed and her clenched fists hung by her sides. It looked like she had the worry of the world on her shoulders and it looked as if she wanted to desperately break something.
He corrected himself. Integral did have the weight of the world on her shoulders; she had just been inducted into the Royal Protestant Order three months before.
‘Miss Integra, what would possess you to say something like that?’
She opened her mouth to speak, faltered, and then looked away.
‘Love? What is it?’
Her lips mouthed something silent, like a prayer, and Integral lifted her face to look up at Walter. Would he know? Would he know what to do? She was just thirteen, just a baby, and already her body was betraying her.
She was late. Her period was three months late.
‘I think there’s something wrong with me.’
* * *
At the physician’s office Integral Hellsing sat on the edge of the patient’s bed and stared absentmindedly at her wiggling toes. Walter sat on the other end of the cramped room, one leg draped over the other and his chin resting on the back of one hand as he stared out the window, apparently in thought.
Was this strange that she wanted to go to the doctor’s? Why did she have to take Walter with her? Integral look down at her hands and considered the fact that maybe there was no cause for alarm. She was young and under stress, it was possibly only a mishap.
I want to get out of here.
As Integral thought out a pattern of reasons and explanations for her body’s behaviour for the past several months, Walter’s eyes moved from the window and over her.
Late. She was late.
What did it mean?
At that moment, the doctor came in with Integral’s file in her hand. She looked at Walter and nodded briefly before turning to the young girl on the bed. Taking her place in her swivel chair, she turned around to face them both and opened the manila file. There was a look of cool reserve on her face, as if everything would go smoothly as she planned.
Integral already knew from the moment she walked in that everything would go wrong. She already knew that she both envied and hated this woman. She hated her simply for the reason that she would know something was wrong with the Hellsing heir. It was shameful, and it cut her pride deeply. How could she be strong when her body refused to obey?
The woman smiled but the warmth didn’t quite reach her eyes. There was something else there that the young Hellsing wasn’t sure she liked. The physician held the power, and she, just a girl, did not know what to expect.
‘How are you, Integral?’
‘Good.’ It was best to keep this short and straightforward. She could take the news, whatever it was.
Walter watched Integral’s small hands tighten in her lap.
‘How old are you Integral?’
‘Thirteen’
‘Ah.’
The girl frowned. 'Ah' - what? Was that a good sign or bad? Damn it, she just wanted to know the answer already.
The woman smiled again and she wheeled her chair a little closer to Integra.
‘Ah. There is something you need to know, dear.’
* * *
Integral Hellsing stood on the battleground of demolished London. Her coat hung off her shoulders and her crisp white shirt was sullied with the blood of the Major, the swine. A humourless chuckle left her lips; thank god that bastard was dead. She looked down at herself and frowned. Her hair was a mess, there were tears on her pants and her boots would never look the same again, not to mention the head wound and the gashes to her hips and thighs. It hurt to walk. It hurt to stand.
Still, she stood in the midst of the ruined city and watched for the first sunrise after Millennium’s fall. Inhaling deeply, she looked out into the horizon and swayed just a little, wishing her knight’s sword was still within her possession and felt incomplete without it. Instead, she relied on her wobbly knees to maintain her stance.
‘Integral.’
Alucard emerged from the darkness behind her, his body slumped in fatigue and his eyes empty of bloodlust. He stood several paces back, not wanting to intrude on her self-imposed space. His countess stood triumphant, but he could see that she was tired. Now wasn’t the time for jibes and laughs, now was the time for silence and to wait for the dawn.
Seras would join them soon, but for now, it was just the two of them.
Integral closed her eyes and imagined the sun rising. She had done it, she had served her Queen and country and now it was over. It was quiet, the fog that settled around the city was slowly receding and through the dark curtains of clouds in the sky, Hellsing could have sworn she saw a shimmer of pink on the horizon.
She started walking towards it.
‘Integra!’ he exclaimed when her footsteps faltered and she fell to her knees, gritting her teeth in pain. Alucard immediately moved to her side and reached for her arm when a hand pushed him away. She didn’t want his aid, thank you, she could do this herself. The vampire had done more than enough for now and he should rest.
‘Master, you are weak and tired.’ The vampire frowned. Damn stubborn woman. He didn’t fight this war only to lose her to blood loss now. ‘You need medical attention.’ Damn humans.
Apparently, the same invitation for rest didn’t apply to her.
‘I know that!’ she snapped at him, turned her head in another direction and repeated her words in a softer tone. ‘I know that.’
She inhaled quickly and hastily wiped the dirt on her palms onto her pants. It was useless, really, to try to maintain cleanliness with corpses, bones, and soot everywhere.
‘Where is Seras?’ she commanded. God, she sounded so tired right now.
‘She will be here.’ She is fine. It is you who matters now.
‘Where is Walter?’
‘I do not know, Integral.’
Hellsing released the breath she had been holding and wondered if her butler had survived and was waiting for the exact same sunrise she was looking forward to now. She was sure he lived, in a manner of speaking; she hadn’t seen his vampiric body laid out with the others.
‘Alucard,’ she said, her posture stiff with pain, ‘watch the sunrise with me.’
‘I would be glad to.’
They stood side by side, quietly watching for the world to wake.
Alucard turned his head to look at the woman next to him. He could hear her laboured breathing and the drop in her body temperature. There was something written on her face, her eyes scanned the skies for something she couldn’t quite see but knew was there, and the vampire wondered what it was.
Integral frowned as she felt her knees quiver and she tightened her resolve to remain standing despite her body’s protests to just lie down and sleep.
The sun, where is the sun?
She had waited for this moment, the coming of the new world where Hellsing was triumphant - but where was it?
Every minute that passed was torture to her. She promised herself that she would live to see the death of Millennium and the return of Alucard, but it was strangely incomplete. It felt hollow to her, the joy of winning and the solitude of living - what was she missing? What else was there for her?
‘Integral,’ the vampire’s voice broke through her mind and she was startled with the gentleness he used, ‘It is not coming, and you need to rest.’
‘The sun will come,’ she stated more to herself than to him, ‘It always comes.’
The small dash of pink in the sky - why wasn’t it spreading?
It was suddenly so very cold and Integral clutched at the lapels of her coat, drawing it closer around her shoulders. She could hold out for a little longer, just a little longer for the warmth of the morning.
‘It’s not coming.’
There. A sharp pain in her abdomen and Integral gasped, bending her body in half to accommodate the pain. It felt like someone punched her in the gut.
‘Integral?’
There it was again. The woman bit her lip to distract herself. Specific points of her body, specifically the area below her waist, contracted and contorted with hurt. Then, a sudden release and she smelled blood in the air. Wow, of all the places and of all the times.
‘Master?’
Hellsing could have laughed until she cried. Of all the things to betray her, it had to be her body. Instead, she lowered herself gently to the ground, her hands around her middle to ease the pressure on her abdomen and spoke.
‘Alucard, take me to a hospital.’