Walter had two packages waiting for him today. He'd picked them up from wherever one does that and carried them back to his room in the aftermoon after work. As much as he wanted to tear into the package from home, he set that one aside and opened the one from the ophthalmologist's office first ( Read more... )

Walter got out of the chauffeured car and stood staring up at the front façade of Hellsing manor. Six months was far too long to come home for only a brief visit, but Arthur’s whims were at times impossible to contradict ( Read more... )

Walter came awake and sat up abruptly, looking around the darkened room to try to make the connection between his adrenaline-fueled waking, and the reason for it ( Read more... )

Really, it just bent the brain to think about how he was phoning home sixty years into the past.

Walter sat on his bed with Pup on his lap and drew a deep breath while he waited for someone in 1944 London to answer the phone so he could talk to his employer.

"Simons? Walter Dornez calling for Sir Hellsing."

( Emo butler phone home )

Walter jerked out of a restless sleep and slammed his hand down on the alarm clock half a minute before it was going to start his day with an irritating blare. He was beginning to see why digital clocks might well be the downfall of all civilization.

And cute girls who like to go for the family jewels while sparring.

And cute green guys who kiss ( Read more... )