It was later into the day that Walter Dornez returned, having been away on a business trip so to speak. Eager to get back to his duties as the Hellsing Manor’s butler, he went to the kitchen and started collecting dishes, tossing them into the hot, soapy water. Mundane, normal tasks that wouldn’t have caught his eye if it hadn’t been for the bloody knife he found haphazardly dropped onto the countertop.
That simply cannot be good...
“Sir Integra?” he called, voice full of concern and just touched with anxiety, “Please come here for a moment.”
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The young Master was settled into the ajoining room, drinking a glass of water, but she stopped at the sound of Walter’s voice. Setting it down, she made her way into the kitchen, head cocked to the side so that her circular glasses fell just slightly out of place on her face. “What is it?” she asked with a sigh, but all was made clear when he turned around to reveal the soiled eating utensil in his hand.
“Do you know.. anything about this, Ma’am?” Walter asked her with a frown beginning to form on his voice. He wasn’t naive, after all; there were few people who used the silverware, and even less people that would be foolish enough to forget cleaning up after themselves.
She had to clear her throat before she could manage a response, “I cut my hand preparing a snack. Just a simple mistake.”
Her butler’s frown deepened at that, “Shouldn’t you have told me so I could help you bandage it?” His eyes narrowed, trying to get a good look at her hands from where they were crossed over her chest.
What’s the point in lying to Walter, of all people?
“Unnecessary,” she dismissed his concern brashly, “It happened while you were gone. Alucard has already tended to it.”
At that, Walter’s eyes went wide with worry. “What do you mean he tended to it?” he practically demanded, tossing the bloody knife into the sink in a rather thoughtless way now.
Integra grit her teeth together, irritated by the tone in her servant’s voice. Her elder he may be, but he was still the butler to her Manor. “Who are you to question me?” she snapped, perhaps being a little childish about it, and then added in a calmer voice, “I do not have to explain myself to you, Walter. My wound was taken care of - that’s the end of what you need to know.”
“Miss Hellsing!” Walter gaped at her, “I do not think you understand just wha—”
“Walter,” a new voice broke the scene abruptly, shadows swirling in a semi-violent way behind the young girl as her vampire appeared, “Enough.” His gloved hand rest against Integra’s shoulder as he spoke, leaning down so that he could speak quietly into her ear, “My master... let me talk to Walter about this one. Save yourself the headache.”
She nodded at this bit of advice, her shoulders slumping underneath his touch as she muttered, “Alright, Alucard. See to it that I need not explain myself again.” She shrugged out of his hand’s light grasp now, moving to walk away before adding over her shoulder, “You two have ten minutes, then I want my tea brought to my room. Understood, Walter?” Despite her young age, she was very demanding, and didn’t take any bullshit from people - especially not her servants.
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Only when Sir Integra had left the room to go upstairs did either of the two return their attention to one another. “Do we have a problem, Angel of Death?” Alucard asked the butler brazenly, red eyes narrowing with what could have been either annoyance or amusement. Walter couldn’t tell which at this point...
“What exactly did you do?” Walter retorted without giving a straight answer to the jibe. He was no fool... Surely the vampire hadn’t just taken her to the infirmary and washed her hand - that would be far too human.
The vampire cocked his head, voice deadpanned, “I cleaned her cut for her. That is what my Master asked me to do.”
No, it wasn’t amusement at all. Actually, he seems a bit offended...
“And with what did you clean her wound?” the butler demanded, hands balling into fists at his sides. Oh, if it were any other freak he would have destroyed this creature right here and now. But he had more respect for Alucard than that.
Scoffing, the beast’s response came in the form of a growl, “Do you really want the answer to that, little angel?”
“How dare you take advantage of your own Master like that?” Walter seethed.
Now the vampire was shaking his head in disapproval and declination. “I didn’t take advantage at all,” he hissed this part, but then struggled for a moment to calm his voice, “She gave full permission, so stop acting like I violated her or something! She’s a child, Walter. I might be a monster, but I am not without morals.”
There was silence for a moment as those words sunk into the butler’s mind. Not without morals... skewed morals, yes, but he had to presume that wasn’t a lie. And, monster or not, Alucard could have done much worse to the poor girl... If Integra had given him permission, it wasn’t Walter’s place to argue the matter - much as that fact grated his nerves.
“...Fine,” in the end, that was all he said in response to the vampire’s defense.
Again, a moment of quiet settled over the pair, both starring at the other in thought. Finally, Alucard dismissed the conversation with a taunting, “You better hurry and bring my Master her tea, little angel. It’s already been twelve minutes.”
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