‘All orders by Master Integra Hellsing will be followed to the letter. Any complaints will be given in written form to the Head Maid, who will in turn give them to Master Hellsing. You will have Sundays and Wednesdays off to do as you please, within reason and without violation of Organization policy. Otherwise, you will be in the uniform given to you at all times outside of your room. Your shift will begin at 5:30 am and will end only when the Head Maid, Butler (Sir Walter C. Dornez) or Master Hellsing deems it over.
If there are any questions or concerns that are not addressed in your pamphlet, please consult the Head Maid or Butler.’
The first time she went on a business run with Walter and Integra, she hadn’t expected that they’d be attacked. Well, okay, maybe a little bit considering it was her first run, but still! Sam was still in her training, so it had been another security guard that accompanied them.
Sir Integra had been in a meeting with the funds director, (Y/n) and Walter standing outside the room, having a quiet conversation when the explosion shook the manor. They exchanged alarmed looks as a guard came running down the hall, looking panicked.
“We’re under attack! We’re under attack—“
(Y/n)’s eyes widened when a bullet slammed into the guard’s head. It exploded and he slammed to the ground, motionless and spilling blood everywhere.
“(Y/n), your gun, now!” Walter barked, jerking her from her stupor. She reached into the vest she had been given to wear, pulling out the hidden gun and flipping off the safety.
“Walter…th-there’s nothing there,” (Y/n) stammered, realizing that there was no one there. The guard had been shot by an invisible assailant. Walter realized this and he quickly opened the door, yanking her inside the meeting room and shutting it again, flipping the lock.
“Walter, what’s happening out there?” Integra demanded, standing up from her seat.
“I’m not very sure, Madame, but whomever it is that’s attacking is either a master of disguise or isn’t human,” he replied. “I suspect they’ll be at the door within the next minute, so I need you to listen carefully. Please flip the table and place yourselves behind it with the wall against your back. (Y/n), you will place yourself in front of it and take aim towards the door. When I tell you, shoot and don’t hesitate. Do you understand?”
“Y-Yes Walter,” she nodded.
“Who do you think you are, barging in here and telling us what to do?” a man demanded.
“Shut up and do as he says. Or do you wish to die?” Integra snapped, standing to push the table over. The other men at the table quickly joined and (Y/n) had just placed herself in front of the table, crouching with the gun raised, when the door slammed open. Walter stood in the middle of the room, looking unperturbed.
“You may as well show yourself, vampire,” Walter stated and there was a sharp cackle. (Y/n) blinked as an image flickered and her eyes caught sight of something like…warping air moving in front of Walter. He noticed and he took a step back to avoid the gun the figure had hitting him in the face. (Y/n) aimed at the warping, see-through figure, her hands shaking a little as she held the gun.
“Such venom in your voice, butler,” the sickly sweet voice giggled. It was a female.
“I have no niceties for one like yourself,” he replied, and (Y/n) caught sight of his fingers twitching a little, something thin and shining twirling from them.
“So cruel! I just came to play with the Hellsing woman…”
Walter carefully moved around the room, keeping an eye on the flickering figure. Once he had moved the vampire into position, he shot out, “Fire!”
(Y/n) pulled the trigger, and the spurt of blood and scream from the figure told her she had hit. The vampire flickered into view and (Y/n) saw she had only managed to hit her shoulder. And she was pissed.
“Fucking whore of Hellsing!” she hissed and she lifted her gun to fire back. (Y/n) didn’t hesitate to pull the trigger again, pushed by adrenaline now. The bullets slammed into the she-vampire’s head, chest, neck and jaw, throwing her off her feet. A hand gripped (Y/n)’s shoulder suddenly, making her jump.
“Stop. I want to find out how this animal found me,” Integra growled, stepping over the table and walking over to the bleeding body of the vampire. “Start talking, I know you can. What are you doing here? How did you find me?”
The she-vampire grinned maniacally. “The owner of the demon vampire….the hunters, Hellsing….you are feared and hated. Your life is a prize and one day, someone will have it.”
“Perhaps so. But it’s not you,” Integra lifted her own gun and shot the vampire in the heart.
(Y/n) lowered her gun, feeling a little weak now. This was what it was really like to work for Hellsing? Watching people die, killing these…monsters? Possibly getting killed herself?
“(Y/n).”
She lifted her gaze to look up at Walter, who was holding out a hand to her, offering to help her stand. She slowly took it and let him help her up. Her legs were a little shaky and she realized her whole body was trembling.
“Are you alright?” Walter asked, concerned.
“I…think so. I’m just…just a little shaken,” (Y/n) said, flicking the safety back onto the gun with quivering fingers and sliding it back into her vest.
“Understandable. I had hoped to ease you into this particular portion of Hellsing, but it seems life has its own plans,” he sighed. “You did very well, though, considering you had no real preparation for this kind of encounter.”
(Y/n) glanced at the body of the slowly disintegrating vampire.
“….I guess better now than never,” she said quietly. She took a shaky breath and brushed her bangs from her hair.
“I suppose so,” Walter agreed.
They left not long after the area was called secure. (Y/n) was quiet on the ride home and went to her room once dismissed by Integra to change into her night clothes. A knock on the door made her jump a little and she pulled on her bathrobe as she went to answer.
“Oh…Walter. Do you need something?” she asked the older man wearily.
“I was worried about you,” he said, looking at her with a careful eye. “I wanted to check on you, before I retired for the night.”
“That’s very sweet of you,” (Y/n) said, offering a small smile. “I’m fine, really. It was just…a little much today, I guess. I’ve never…never shot anyone, or at least anything remotely living, before. I didn’t even think I was capable of such a thing.”
“You do what you need to do in order to survive. Just remember that thing was not a human, not anymore,” Walter said softly. “She would have killed all of us, if we hadn’t have killed her first.”
“I’m aware,” she said, pushing a hand through her hair, twisting the long length over her shoulder. “I’m just shell-shocked, I guess. I’ll be alright. I’ll go to sleep and wake up in the morning and be fine. I always am.”
Walter looked at her evenly with those silvery-blue eyes of his, and for a moment (Y/n) was struck at how beautiful they were. She had never seen eyes like his before, such a clear mixture of silver and tanzanite blue. He finally let loose a soft breath and gave her a small, warm smile.
“I can tell you’re not lying. If you have any problems, any at all….you know where my room is, (Y/n),” he said.
“Of course.”
“…you are truly an amazingly unique young woman,” he smiled at her rather fondly. “Sleep well, Miss (Y/n).”
‘All orders by Master Integra Hellsing will be followed to the letter. Any complaints will be given in written form to the Head Maid, who will in turn give them to Master Hellsing. You will have Sundays and Wednesdays off to do as you please, within reason and without violation of Organization policy. Otherwise, you will be in the uniform given to you at all times outside of your room. Your shift will begin at 5:30 am and will end only when the Head Maid, Butler (Sir Walter C. Dornez) or Master Hellsing deems it over.
If there are any questions or concerns that are not addressed in your pamphlet, please consult the Head Maid or Butler.’
(Y/n)’s eyes blinked opened.
The first thing she noticed was that she was lying in a bed. Her bed, to be exact, in her room. The second was that there was someone sitting beside her, watching her with intense red eyes.
“Evening, Sleeping Beauty,” Alucard rumbled. “Did we sleep well?”
(Y/n) sat up slowly, her body aching in protest.
“What happened?” she asked.
“Well, you passed out,” Alucard replied simply.
“Okay…why?”
“Why else? Your body was exhausted and stressed. It couldn’t take it anymore,” he stated. “I have to say, though, you gave Master Hellsing and Walter quite the start when you just pitched forward like that. You’re lucky I caught you before your face met the floor.”
“Oh…thank you,” (Y/n) said, rubbing her eyes. “What time is it?”
“It is ten pm. You’ve been out for fourteen hours. Master Hellsing’s orders for you were to rest the next two days. So you’ve got the weekend off.”
“I can’t do that, what about my Saturday work?” (Y/n) asked, frowning.
“Walter will take care of it. He was doing it before you showed up anyway,” Alucard shrugged. “You need to let your body recover. So lay down and go back to sleep. And I made sure your alarm was off, so don’t get any ideas.”
“….thanks,” (Y/n) replied flatly and he gave her a cheeky smile.
“You’re most welcome. Now go back to sleep.”
“Yes, mom,” (Y/n) drawled, earning a chuckle from the dark man as she laid back down. “Are you going to sit and watch me sleep?”
“Only until I deem you well and good asleep. Then I’ll just watch from the doorway.”
“…that’s creepy.”
“That’s the point.”
(Y/n) chuckled and shook her head, but she rolled over and closed her eyes, drifting off to sleep surprisingly easily.
She woke again early the next morning. A glance at her clock told her it was close to eight in the morning. She debated going back to sleep, but decided she had more than enough sleep and climbed out of bed to shower and get dressed in a pair of jeans and her usual t-shirt. After fighting with knots in her hair, she finally got it brushed out and braided out of the way, looking at herself in the mirror.
Well…she didn’t look like death warmed over anymore, so that was a good sign. The black rings under her eyes were still dark, but no longer a corpse did she feel. (Y/n) snorted a little and splashed cold water on her cheeks to bring color to her face, before she went to the galley to eat something, her stomach talking nasty things to her.
She caught Walter coming out, his usual mid-morning cup of tea in hand.
“Morning, Walter,” she greeted.
“Good morning yourself, Miss (Y/n). You look much better,” he said, looking her over carefully. “Still tired, but you have today and tomorrow off to rest.”
“Yes…it wasn’t necessary, but I suppose there’s no arguing with the boss,” (Y/n) smiled a little. Walter chuckled softly.
“I’m pleased to know that your sense of humor has remained untouched by all this,” he commented.
“If I lost my sense of humor just because of one shallow woman’s attempts to ruin my life, where would I be?” she replied.
“I suppose you have a point. How do your hands feel?” he asked, glancing at them. (Y/n) held them up.
“Showering had been uncomfortable, but at least they’ve stopped burning. They’ll be raw for a couple of days,” she shrugged. They were still a little red and shiny, but not nearly as bad as they had been the day before. Walter took one of her hands in his and looked at it closely, running a gloved thumb over the palm of her hand. She winced a little.
“My apologies. I don’t think you’ll be cleaning floors for a while, though,” he said, releasing her hand.
“That doesn’t hurt my feelings any,” (Y/n) said.
“I’m sure,” Walter hummed. “Were you about to get breakfast?”
“I was.”
“Very good. Once you’ve finished, come to Master Hellsing’s office,” he said.
“Am I in trouble?”
“No, not at all. There’s a matter we would like to discuss with you about, though,” he said. (Y/n) nodded and he walked off, letting her go into the galley to eat her breakfast. She was undisturbed, allowing her to enjoy her coffee and bagels, before she walked towards Sir Integra’s office. She sighed a little as she automatically straightened her clothing and hair. This had to be a record for a new maid, to have been to the Master’s office so many times without being in trouble.
She knocked and entered when acknowledged, approaching the desk. Integra was smoking one of her expensive cigars as she flipped through what (Y/n) recognized as her application and work list.
“Miss (Y/n), do you know how long you’ve been working here?” Walter asked.
“…nearly three months. I believe I’m ten days shy of the end of my probation period, sir,” (Y/n) replied after doing a quick calculation in her head.
“Indeed, and you have shown much promise in that short time,” he stated. “As a result, Master Hellsing agrees that you should have a permanent place within the Organization.”
(Y/n) blinked in surprise.
“Permanent, sir?” (Y/n) inquired curiously. Walter gave a smile.
“Yes. You see, these three months were spent testing the applicants that are interested in working fully here. To see if they are capable and mentally able to handle what is required to work here. Out of the five that are still here, you’ve shown very little change in your psychological evaluations and the amount of effort you place in your work has not wavered in the least,” Walter explained. “In ten days, the remaining girls will be brought in here to either be hired to work in less invasive areas of the manor, or will be let go. You, however, will remain working as my attendant.”
(Y/n) was a little speechless, really, unsure how to feel about this surprising announcement.
“As such, you will have to be trained,” Walter continued.
“Er….trained, sir?”
“In handling a weapon. As an integrated member of the Hellsing Organization, you will have to put forth your life in protecting Sir Integra’s, just as I and Alucard have done,” he explained.
“I see…”
“Is this a bit much?”
“It’s a little overwhelming, yes,” (Y/n) admitted. “I…wasn’t really expecting something like this, really.”
“It can be a bit much at first, but you’ll come to just accept it all as it happens,” Walter smiled. “This will take time, after all. Now then, you will continue with your duties, as usual, and will be here on the morning the probation period is up with the other three. Please do not speak of this to the others.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Now then, you are familiar with Alucard, yes?” he asked. Sir Dark and Creepy? Yeah, she was familiar with him. He watched her sleep last night, that’s about as familiar as one can get with a person.
“I am, sir.”
“You’ve noticed he’s not quite…normal?” Walter asked.
“I have. Humans don’t have red eyes, for one thing. Or fangs,” (Y/n) said.
“Indeed, they don’t,” Walter agreed with a smile. “You’ll be interacting with him more often as time goes on. Is there anything on your mind you’d like to ask about?”
(Y/n) thought for a moment, then shook her head. Right now her head was just too busy trying to process all of this to even bother thinking of a concern.
“Excellent. Then you are free to enjoy today and tomorrow at your leisure. You’ll begin work again on Monday,” Walter said.
“Yes, sir,” (Y/n) nodded.
“Dismissed.”
(Y/n) gave a short bow, before she left the room.
“….I think she took that all rather well, don’t you Master Hellsing?” Walter asked, glancing at the blonde-haired woman.
“Fairly well, considering most end up freaking out when told all of this,” Integra agreed, tossing aside the papers. “What about the other girl that works underneath you? Grace?”
“She’s a decent worker, good for doing normal maid duties, but not for the more invasive areas of Hellsing,” Walter stated. “She has a tendency to think of others as beneath her, though.”
“Indeed. I suppose one out of five isn’t awful, considering this is the fourth bunch Delores had hired,” Integra grunted, before she turned her attention to the papers sitting on the corner of her desk.
‘All orders by Master Integra Hellsing will be followed to the letter. Any complaints will be given in written form to the Head Maid, who will in turn give them to Master Hellsing. You will have Sundays and Wednesdays off to do as you please, within reason and without violation of Organization policy. Otherwise, you will be in the uniform given to you at all times outside of your room. Your shift will begin at 5:30 am and will end only when the Head Maid, Butler (Sir Walter C. Dornez) or Master Hellsing deems it over.
If there are any questions or concerns that are not addressed in your pamphlet, please consult the Head Maid or Butler.’
When (Y/n) received her new list at the end of the month, she was surprised to see it had changed very little. The only changes was that washing the dishes and sweeping the floors had been removed, instead cleaning the used guns in the gun range and dusting the main rooms had been added. She had a feeling that Walter had a hand in making sure her list stayed mostly unchanged.
During her first month, she had become good friends with Grace, and was rather fond of the Butler. Grace worked with her with similar jobs, so they had started talking and got to know each other. She had been right to think that Grace had been one of those popular girls in school, but she was certainly nicer than any of the ones (Y/n) had met.
Now even though she got along famously with Walter, Delores for some unknown reason, couldn’t stand the girl. Either because she couldn’t find any real reason to criticize her or what, (Y/n) didn’t know, but she definitely tried her best to make (Y/n)’s life miserable. (Y/n) was so glad she didn’t work directly under her. Since this was her second month, and her list hadn’t changed much, it was determined that (Y/n) would be working directly under Walter with Grace. She felt sorry for the other three. Poor Milly looked close to a mental break down.
(Y/n) groaned a little when her alarm beeped obnoxiously and she rolled over to flip it off. She sat up and yawned, stretching a little. It had been a late shift the night before, so she was quite tired. She slid out of bed and wandered to her bathroom to start getting ready for the day. As she knotted her tie around her neck, she glanced at her list. Nothing for the group list that day, but she needed to clean the used guns and wipe down the windows. Walter would be showing her how to properly clean the guns.
She smiled a little and after tying her hair back in its usual low ponytail, she went to the galley for breakfast and to meet up with Walter.
She stepped in to see Delores and the Butler toe to toe. She noticed Grace off to the side and sidled over to her.
“What’s going on?” she muttered.
“Delores found out that our lists hadn’t changed much,” Grace said. “Apparently Walter went directly to Integra for permission to have us work directly underneath him. Delores isn’t happy. You know she’s got it out for you, so you know she’s disappointed that she couldn’t give you the hardest work possible.”
(Y/n) grimaced, glancing back at the two. Delores was red-faced with anger, a vein popping out in her temple, yet Walter was the definition of cold calmness.
“You have no right to take my maids! They are my maids, hired to assist me!”
“My dear Delores, they are not your maids anymore, so what does it matter? These girls work quite efficiently for the work picked for them and I won’t have that changed. Now you have three good workers directly underneath you, surely these two shouldn’t change anything much?”
“We were supposed to change their lists, Walter! To test their strengths and weaknesses!” Delores bit out.
“What my attendants do for me is my own business, Delores. If I wish to change their lists, then I will do so.”
“That is not what they were hired for!”
“They were hired for the care of the Hellsing manor and that’s exactly what they’re doing.”
Delores glowered at him, before whirling around and noticed (Y/n), who instantly smelled trouble.
“You! I bet you enjoy this!”
“I-I’m sorry?”
“You heard me! Worthless girl, what did you bribe him with, hm?”
(Y/n) stared, insulted. She thought that (Y/n) had bribed Walter to keep her list? Was she really that shallow?
“Delores, I must ask that you don’t address my attendant in such a manner. Now calm yourself and return to your duties,” Walter said coldly.
“You watch yourself with that one, Walter. She’s nothing but trouble, I can feel it.”
“Enough,” Walter’s eyes sparked a little in irritation and Delores finally turned and stormed out. (Y/n) looked towards the door, then back at Walter, a little amazed about what just happened. Walter sighed and turned to her and Grace. “I apologize for that. She’s never acted so…childishly before. Honestly, over a couple of lists…”
“I thought it was because you asked for us to be your attendants?” Grace asked.
“Well, that probably could have been ignored, but this is Delores,” Walter sighed. “Well, let’s worry about that later. At the moment, you both have been given new chores for today. Miss Grace, you’re tasked with assisting the cook in the galley this evening, so I will let you attend to your other duties for now.” Grace nodded and stood from her seat to go do so, waving to (Y/n) as she left.
“And you, Miss (Y/n), will be cleaning the used guns today. If you’ll follow me, then,” Walter said. They made their way towards the gun range, heading towards the armory room where the guns were kept.
(Y/n) gave a low whistle as she looked at the sheer variety kept there. Rifles, shotguns, volley guns, Gatling guns. It was impressive.
“Admiring our stocks?” Walter smiled.
“Just because I’m a girl doesn’t mean I can’t admire a fine piece of mastery,” (Y/n) smiled back.
“Well, you get to handle these pieces of mastery, so have a seat,” Walter nodded to the table in the armory. She sat down on a stool as he placed the guns in need of cleaning on the table, before he grabbed the proper supplies needed to clean them, telling her where they were as he did so. He then sat down across from her, grabbing a simple handgun and starting to pull it apart.
His fingers were light and nimble as he pulled apart the gun, showing her each piece and telling her what it was and what it did. Then he took a cloth and wiped down each piece, using a Q-Tip to get into the nooks and crannies of each piece. He then took the cleaning solution and rubbed it over the slide and the hand piece, letting it rest inside the barrel for a moment, before he took a long hook and pushed a clean cloth through it. It came out black on the other side. He proceeded to then oil the parts and with a few short movements, the hand gun was back in one piece again.
“Did you catch all that?” he smiled.
“I think so…but you might have to walk me through the first couple, until I’m comfortable,” (Y/n) said, blinking at the gleaming gun in Walter’s hand. He chuckled and set the gun aside, picking up another and handing it to her.
“I’d be more than happy to. Now, let’s start with making sure the magazine it pulled out and there are no bullets in the chamber.”
“Right, don’t need any accidental firing here…” she said, hunting for the magazine release before pulling out the clip. It was empty and so was the barrel. Walter walked her through the steps again patiently, and while it took her longer than Walter to clean the gun, there was still a shiny Glock sitting in her hands in the end of it.
“Very good. Let’s see you do the next gun by yourself then?” Walter suggested. (Y/n) nodded and set aside the clean Glock, picking up the next handgun. She carefully followed the same steps taken before, only needing help remembering how to put the gun back together. “You’re a quick learner. I believe we’ll stick with the handguns for right now, until you’re fully comfortable handling them. Then we’ll move up.”
“Okay,” (Y/n) smiled.
“Then I’ll leave you to it. Once you’ve finished cleaning the handguns, you’re free to finish the rest of your list,” Walter nodded, standing up. “Actually….around noon, come to Master Hellsing’s office.”
“Um…o-okay,” she blinked in surprise.
“It’s nothing terrible, promise,” he smiled. (Y/n) watched him as he left, before she turned her attention back to the pile of guns still needing to be cleaned.
“…ho boy…”
It took (Y/n) until noon to finish cleaning the guns and she had to rush to the Master’s office because she had spent extra time putting away the cleaned guns and the cleaning supplies. Panting from having sprinted across the manor, she straightened herself and glanced at her watch, before knocking.
“Enter.”
(Y/n) opened the door timidly and stepped inside, walking forward once the door was closed to stand in the middle of the room in front of the desk. Walter was leaned over beside Master Integra, pointing to something on a piece of paper that laid on the desk in front of her.
“Ah, excellent. Right on time,” Walter smiled at her. “Come here for a moment, Miss (Y/n).”
(Y/n) stepped forward curiously, stopping in front of the desk. The paper on the desk was in fact a photograph of an old house that (Y/n) recalled seeing a few times when she walked to town on her Sundays off.
“Walter tells me you have some impressive observational skills, (Y/n),” Sir Integra started, leaning back and flipping the photograph around, sliding it towards (Y/n). “Tell me, then, what do you see in this photograph?”
(Y/n) blinked, but leaned over the desk to look at the photo more closely.
“Right from the first glance, what do you see?”
“The old house a few blocks away.”
“Ah, so you’re familiar with it.”
“Just from passing it by,” (Y/n) said. “May I pick this up?”
“You may.”
(Y/n) lifted the photograph to look at it more closely. What was so strange about the house? Sure, it was creepy and uncharacteristically dark, to be in such a bright part of town. It was awfully run down.
“Tell me what else you see.”
“…there’s no reflection on windows, even though this is obviously taken during the daytime hours, so most likely they’ve been knocked out? That, or painted black,” (Y/n) noted, sweeping her gaze over the photo.
“Good. What else?”
(Y/n) frowned a little bit as she kept looking. “There’s something scratched on the door.”
“Is there?”
“Yes ma’am.”
Integra held out a hand and (Y/n) let her take the photo back.
“I’ll be damned. She’s right,” Integra mused.
“If I may include, I’ve also noticed that even though there is no showing of someone living there, I have seen someone walking by the attic window a time or two,” (Y/n) added. Integra smirked and laid the photograph down.
“Excellent. Alucard, did you hear all that?”
“Clear as a bell.”
(Y/n) nearly jumped out of her skin when a deep voice spoke right behind her. She turned to find a tall man dressed in red with long black hair chuckling darkly at her.
“Jumpy one, isn’t she?” he grinned and (Y/n) furrowed her brows a little when she caught sight of what looked suspiciously like fangs.
“Not normally, but I don’t think she was expecting you to be right behind her, Alucard,” Walter said pleasantly. Blood red eyes observed (Y/n) with an intensity that had her quite uncomfortable and she had a feeling that he knew it, because his grin grew.
“Something the matter, kitty cat?” he purred sweetly and she blinked, realizing she had been staring at him. She shook her head.
“No, sir.”
“So polite. How did you manage to find her, Walter?”
“You’ll have to thank Delores, she’s the one that hired the girl,” Walter smiled.
“Ah, dear Delores. Still submitting the poor maids to her biased shallowness?”
“Now, now, let’s not be so nasty.”
(Y/n) silently had to agree with the dark man and Walter seemed to read that on her face, because she saw swore his smile turned into a smirk as he turned towards Sir Integra.
“(Y/n).”
(Y/n) looked towards Sir Integra.
“Ma’am?”
“What is seen in here is not to be shared with the rest of the staff. Understood?” Integra eyed her.
“Of course, ma’am. I understand,” (Y/n) gave a slight nod.
“Very well, then. You may return to your duties.”
(Y/n) gave a short bow, before she turned, sidestepping the dark man who grinned at her again, and exited the room.
Alucard turned to Integra and Walter after watching the maid leave the room.
“My, what an intriguing girl,” he grinned. “She’s going to be a treat to have, I can tell that now.”
“She’s got potential,” Integra admitted. “She’s not like the other maids. She’s quiet, does her job with no complaint, but doesn’t hesitate to give her opinion when asked it.”
“She’s very curious, too. It seems she enjoys learning new things. Her approach to situations is most interesting. It’s tactical, yet there are times she’ll tackle a problem without much thought,” Walter stated as he pulled out the lighter to light Sir Integra’s cigar.
“Yes. She is most unlike the other maids here. However, she still has another two months left on her probation. We’ll see how she fares,” Integra hummed, holding out the photograph to Alucard. “I want you to take care of whatever is ‘haunting’ the house. There have been reports of missing people. I’m sure you can figure out why.”
Alucard smirked as he took the photograph, barely even glancing at it before he turned to travel through the shadows.
‘All orders by Master Integra Hellsing will be followed to the letter. Any complaints will be given in written form to the Head Maid, who will in turn give them to Master Hellsing. You will have Sundays and Wednesdays off to do as you please, within reason and without violation of Organization policy. Otherwise, you will be in the uniform given to you at all times outside of your room. Your shift will begin at 5:30 am and will end only when the Head Maid, Butler (Sir Walter C. Dornez) or Master Hellsing deems it over.
If there are any questions or concerns that are not addressed in your pamphlet, please consult the Head Maid or Butler.’
‘All orders by Master Integra Hellsing will be followed to the letter. Any complaints will be given in written form to the Head Maid, who will in turn give them to Master Hellsing. You will have Sundays and Wednesdays off to do as you please, within reason and without violation of Organization policy. Otherwise, you will be in the uniform given to you at all times outside of your room. Your shift will begin at 5:30 am and will end only when the Head Maid, Butler (Sir Walter C. Dornez) or Master Hellsing deems it over.
If there are any questions or concerns that are not addressed in your pamphlet, please consult the Head Maid or Butler.’
When her mother had told her to get a good working job, she was sure this wasn’t quite what she meant. (Y/n) stumbled out of the bathroom, yanking up her slacks as she hurried to shut off the alarm clock blaring as loud as it could. She slammed her hand on it, shutting it up so she could finish getting dressed, her waist length hair still dripping from her shower, water trickling down her bare back.
She grabbed the towel around her neck to scrub at it furiously, trying to get the thick locks to dry at least a little before she put on her shirt. Sighing in defeat, as it was as dry as it was going to get without spending the next hour blow drying it, she pulled on her bra and the thin tank-top she wore underneath the long-sleeved, crisply white button up shirt that was draped over her vanity chair. She tucked in the tank top, then pulled on the button-up, pleased to find that it actually fit just right, no straining at the chest at all. She tucked that in as well, before zipping and buttoning her pants, pulling on the leather belt to hold them up.
(Y/n) frowned at the black tie she now had to put on. How the hell did she put this thing on? She draped it around her neck and fiddled with it, trying to figure out how to tie it.
“What the hell, how do guys know this shit?” she muttered, giving up and letting it hang around her neck. She’d have to ask one of the other maids to help her with it. She instead brushed out her hair and tied it in a simple ponytail at the base of her neck, before she pulled on her socks and shoes. She glanced at the clock and her stomach twisted a little in nervousness. It was her first day working as a maid for the Hellsing Organization.
She checked her uniform, smoothed her shirt and pants, before she pocketed her room key and went to the galley to meet with the other new maids. There was only four others, all a little older than herself, dressed in identical uniforms. (Y/n) leaned against the wall, a little shy about interacting with them at the moment. She preferred to watch first, before deciding if she wanted to talk or not.
The Head Maid walked in, an older strict-looking woman with dark hair pulled back in a tight bun at the back of her head. She was dressed in a similar uniform, only with a black vest and white gloves. She looked at the girls severely, her black eyes steely as she scrutinized them.
“Good morning. Welcome to your first day of work,” she finally started. “As you’ve read in your pamphlets, you will all be given individual lists, as well as a group list to have finished before the end of your shifts. They are created by both me and Sir Walter. As you all work through your probation period, we will watch you and learn your area of strengths and weaknesses and adjust you lists in return to meet those areas.
“Now then, if you’ll follow me, you will meet your new Master and the Butler. Mind your manners, and only speak when addressed to. Am I clear?”
“Yes, Head Maid.”
“Good. Follow me.”
The five new maids followed the stiff-backed woman through the halls of the manor. (Y/n) was sure she was going to get lost quickly here and just hoped that the Butler would be more willing to help than the Head Maid seemed. They reached a pair of elaborately decorated doors that the Head Maid knocked at before opening. The room was lavish, to say the least, many decorations on the walls and expensive rugs underneath their feet. Sitting at a large oak desk was a woman with long blonde hair and intense blue eyes that narrowed a little as they entered and formed a line in front of her. Standing to the left of the desk was a tall, older gentleman dressed in a traditional butler’s uniform, his graying black hair pulled back in a slick ponytail. His monocle glinted slightly in the light as he observed the women.
(Y/n) shifted a little when the woman’s eyes landed on her for a minute. She certainly knew how to look intimidating, (Y/n) had to give her that. Then she moved on down the row.
“…only five, Delores?”
“I’m afraid so, Sir Integra. Seems most young folk nowadays can barely figure out how to lift a broom, much less clean properly,” she sniffed. “They were the only ones to pass the basic training and the field test.”
The field test, much to (Y/n)’s amazement, had been a shooting range. She had been handed a gun and told to hit the target set over 150 meters away. She was a little glad that her father had showed her the basics of a gun and taught her archery when she was younger. She was able to hit pretty close to the bull’s eye on the stationary target, but didn’t do quite as well with the moving target. Granted, she still hit it, but it wasn’t the best shot. Still, she passed, so she wasn’t complaining too badly.
Sir Integra sighed a little, before she stood. She was perhaps only an inch taller than (Y/n) herself, and she was no small woman. Integra walked around the desk, walking to the first girl—Milly, if (Y/n) remembered correctly. She was a pretty, petite thing with big blue eyes that seemed a little too timid to work for such an intimidating figure. She asked Milly a question that (Y/n) didn’t hear, then heard Milly’s quiet response. She seemed satisfied and moved on to the next girl. Grace, now that was a girl that (Y/n) was familiar with. Confident, pretty and with a resting snob face.
Integra moved down the line, asking the girls quiet questions and receiving answers. She finally stopped in front of (Y/n) and looked her in the eye. (Y/n) looked back, unsure what to think about this woman.
“…What’s your name, girl?” Integra asked.
“It’s (Y/n), madam,” she replied respectfully.
“Well then, (Y/n), what made you decide to work for me?” she asked. (Y/n) paused, thinking on it for a minute. Should she come up with something smart or be honest?....honesty seemed the best tactic.
“My mother told me to find a ‘good working job,’” she answered finally. Sir Integra’s brows rose a little and she caught a hint of amusement in those intense blue eyes of hers.
“I see. Is there anything you’d like to comment about your training?”
“Yeah, I wish they’d teach us how to knot a tie.”
She heard the Head Maid suck in a breath and the Butler gave a stifled chuckle.
“Indeed,” Integra smirked a little bit as she stepped back, turning to the Head Maid. “Seems like a decent group this time, Delores.”
“T-Thank you, Sir Integra.”
Integra moved to sit back down behind her desk, motioning to the Butler.
“This is Sir Walter Dornez, my Butler. He and the Head Maid will be your direct consultants and will be giving direct orders from me. Now then, let’s start with your lists.”
Walter picked up a small stack of papers from the desk and walked over to the girls, thumbing through them to find the right lists, before handing them to the right girl, moving down the list. After he handed the individual and the group list to (Y/n), he moved back to his spot beside his Master.
“Your group lists will be what will need to be done on a monthly basis, such as beating the rugs or cleaning the gun range. Delores should have wrote down how often they need to get done, and the dates beside the chore. Your individual lists consists of daily or weekly jobs that need to be done around the manor. Any errands that need to be run will be directly given to you by either Walter, Delores or myself. Each of you have your own set of duties and as I’m sure Delores has already told you, she and Walter will be watching your progress through the next 90 days, seeing your strengths and weaknesses,” Integra explained. (Y/n) looked down at her list and flipped through it. It was about three pages long and already she could see a couple of chores that would prove to be a problem. “You will be given a new list at the end of the month. Now then, Walter and Delores will show you the manor and how things are done. You’re dismissed.”
Delores led the girls out into the hallway with Walter following behind. After the door was shut, Delores turned to (Y/n).
“I told you to watch your mouth!” she snapped. (Y/n) blinked and she flushed a little uncomfortably. “Honestly, saying such a thing to Sir Integra, such balls!”
“Now, now, Delores,” Walter spoke up as he stepped up behind (Y/n). “Sir Integra had asked the girl her opinion and she gave it. You shouldn’t berate the girl on answering a question honestly.”
Delores gave Walter a withering look that barely got a batted eyelash in return, before she narrowed her eyes at (Y/n). “I’ll be watching you closely.”
(Y/n) stared, bewildered. All she had done was give her honest opinion on something that seemed like knowledge needing to be learned and she was getting bitched at for it.
“Don’t mind Delores, my dear,” Walter smiled kindly down at her. “She’s known for being strict with all new comers.”
“I noticed,” (Y/n) mumbled.
“If I recall, your list consisted of items that I normally take care of, so I believe you and Miss Grace will be following me,” Walter said. “Delores, I’ll leave the others under your care.”
‘Thank God…’ (Y/n) thought as Grace walked over to stand beside her. It seemed that Sir Walter seemed a right bit more capable of taking honest opinions than the Head Maid. Delores snorted, but turned to lead the other three off. ‘Good luck you three…hope you survive…’
“Now then, why don’t we introduce ourselves a little more,” Walter said. “You may just call me Walter, I’m not nearly as strict as Delores, or Mr. Dornez if that’s your cup of tea. I’ve worked for the Hellsing family for nearly fifty-one years and in my spare time, I rather enjoy reading.”
(Y/n) and Grace exchanged looks—Walter was certainly an older man, but they hadn’t expected him to have worked for the Hellsing family for that long. He was certainly healthy for his age.
“Well, I guess I’ll go next,” Grace said, clearing her throat. “My name is Grace, I came here from Wales to find a good-paying job. I like shopping in my spare time, when I have the money.”
“Very good,” Walter smiled, then looked at (Y/n). “And you?”
“Erm…well, my name’s (Y/n)….I moved here from America on request of my parents. This is actually my first job, so I’m a little nervous. Um…I like to read and draw in my spare time, I guess….” She said.
“You guess?” Walter inquired.
“I get bored easy? I really like doing a lot of things, but it depends on my mood. Those are the two hobbies I do most often,” (Y/n) admitted.
“Nothing wrong with having multiple interests, my dear. Now then, let’s start with the group list and we’ll make our way to the individual lists,” Walter said. (Y/n) glanced at the lists and hoped that if she didn’t get lost, then she wouldn’t forget anything. It was going to be a long 90 days…
This is by no means a new fic, but I enjoyed it so much, I thought I’d share it on here as well.
‘All orders by Master Integra Hellsing will be followed to the letter. Any complaints will be given in written form to the Head Maid, who will in turn give them to Master Hellsing. You will have Sundays and Wednesdays off to do as you please, within reason and without violation of Organization policy. Otherwise, you will be in the uniform given to you at all times outside of your room. Your shift will begin at 5:30 am and will end only when the Head Maid, Butler (Sir Walter C. Dornez) or Master Hellsing deems it over.
If there are any questions or concerns that are not addressed in your pamphlet, please consult the Head Maid or Butler.’
(Y/n) truly hated when she and Grace had to be placed under the direct order of the Head Maid. It was rarely, only when Walter was away on business with Sir Integra, but it was practically torture.
It was quite evident by then that Delores hated (Y/n). She didn’t care much for Grace, but she absolutely despised (Y/n). She knew that their probation period was almost up—in fact, it would be up within the next few days. She had tried on countless occasions to get her fired, for one thing or another, stupid shit mostly. She actually sabotaged one of (Y/n)’s jobs in an attempt to get Master Integra angry with her.
(Y/n) had spent over three hours fixing that mess and Walter had not been happy when (Y/n) told him about the sabotage, but there was no way to prove who it was, sadly.
Poor Milly had quit after her second month, unable to take the stress. (Y/n) felt a little sorry for the girl, but knew it was probably for the best. She was just too timid for the job, honestly.
(Y/n) glanced at the clock as she scrubbed away at floor to the galley. It was already past two in the morning and she still had the kitchen to scrub, on top of cleaning the guns. She rubbed her tired eyes and looked at the floor, sighing softly. She would finish, right around the time the Head Maid would stomp in and tell her to do it again and do it right.
Yeah, she truly hated it when Walter was away.
She was just glad that he would be returning with Sir Integra sometime in the early morning.
(Y/n) looked at the clock again, before returning to her work, scrubbing hard on the floor. Her arms were sore, her hands and knees raw from the floor and the cleaning chemicals. A whole week she had to endure the abuse that Delores threw at her. Between climbing the rafters to clean the gutters of the house (a job that terrified her, because she was nearly phobic about heights), spending nearly five hours cleaning, waxing and detailing the vehicles, and this chore, plus what was already given to her by Walter, she was exhausted. She had gotten very little sleep because she was up every night late just to finish her list.
Though they were only gone a week, it felt like a month because of her exhaustion.
It was close to three in the morning when she finished the kitchen, and had stepped into the galley when a familiar voice asked, “What are you doing still up at this late hour?”
(Y/n) looked over tiredly at the dark man—Alucard?—sitting one of the galley tables, watching her with those ruby red eyes of his.
“Finishing my work,” she replied flatly.
“At three in the morning?”
“….the Head Maid seemed to think that third time was the charm for the floors,” she mumbled. Her whole body ached and she still had one more job to finish. Alucard hummed as he observed her.
“Have you slept at all?”
“When?”
“This week?”
“Here and there….not nearly enough, though,” (Y/n) admitted. “I’m surprised I’m not hallucinating yet. Unless you’re a hallucination, in which case, I should probably stop talking.”
Alucard chuckled, and he unfolded his hands to push to his feet.
“You should go to bed. You should get rest while you can,” he said.
“I can’t. I still have the guns to clean,” (Y/n) sighed and for a moment, she thought she was going to cry. She really must be exhausted to be that emotional. She clenched her jaw, though, and kept the lump in her throat down.
“You need sleep. You’re only human.”
“I’ll be fine. Walter and Sir Integra are returning within the next few hours, and Sunday’s only a day away,” she said, trying to sound confident. Alucard sighed in slight exasperation.
“There’s no arguing with you, is there?”
“Absolutely not,” (Y/n) said with a tired smile.
“Very well, then. I’ll sit with you, then, until you finish,” Alucard said. (Y/n) blinked.
“Wha—no, that’s not necessary! Shouldn’t you be in bed yourself?” she protested. Alucard gave a dark chuckle.
“I sleep during the day,” he said with a dark smile. “Now then, shall we?”
(Y/n) gave a sigh, but led the way to the gun range.
Alucard sat with his back against the wall across from the table (Y/n) worked up. When she felt like she was about to drift off, he’d start up a conversation to keep her awake and working. By the time she had finished the guns, though, it was well past time to awaken. She would go without sleep yet again.
It had been two days since she had slept.
Alucard escorted (Y/n) to her room for her to shower quickly and change her uniform. When she stepped back out, she found Delores standing outside the door.
“It appears that the Master and Butler will be delayed for another few hours,” she smirked and (Y/n) felt her heart drop. “Before you even touch the list that Walter has given you, I want you to do this.”
(Y/n) glanced down at the sheet of folded paper in Delores’ hand. She took it reluctantly and flipped it open. Her eyes widened a little and she looked at Delores in disbelief.
“B…By myself? This is a group task!” (Y/n) exclaimed.
“Not today, it isn’t. Get to work, girl,” Delores sneered, before she walked off. (Y/n) stared after her, open-mouthed, before looking back down at the sheet. Delores wanted her to completely clean the gun range, with no assistance. It took at least two people to move the target hangers in order to clean the area around them.
(Y/n) glowered in the direction of the Head Maid’s back and after heading to the galley for a quick cup of coffee and an apple, she made her way back to the gun range. She was unaware of the figure watching with a pair of narrowed red eyes, before they disappeared into the shadows.
(Y/n) had barely managed to get the target hangers out of the way so that she could start scrubbing the floor of the gun range. Her body was screaming in protest as she did and her hands and knees stung terribly. For over three hours she worked on that gun range, scrubbing and cleaning and moving heavy items out of the way.
Her legs shook underneath her as she walked and she barely acknowledged the gun range door opening as she moved the target hangers back into place.
“Miss (Y/n), what are you doing?”
She blinked and wearily looked over towards the doorway. Looking puzzled as he looked at her was Walter, his brows furrowed a little.
“Cleaning the gun range, sir,” she said, somehow managing to not slur her words.
“That is a group job, dear. Why are you doing it by yourself?” Walter asked, walking over as (Y/n) struggled to lift the target hanger again, having set it down when she addressed the Butler.
“It was one of the jobs Delores gave me to do today.”
Walter’s brows furrowed more, looking around the gun range.
“…did you already finish?”
“Yes, sir.”
“You moved the hanger by yourself?”
“Yes, sir.”
(Y/n) gave up and straightened up, facing Walter. He took a moment to observe the clearly fatigued girl, his eyes lingering on her red and raw hands for a moment.
“….why don’t I help you move the hanger?” he said, walking over to the opposite side. (Y/n) didn’t protest, leaning down to pick it up again to finish moving it into place.
“Thank you, sir,” she sighed, glad the gun range was finally done.
“Indeed. Follow me, please,” he said, his tone strangely clipped. (Y/n) blinked, but followed him out of the gun range. She quickly realized that he was leading her to Master Hellsing’s office and wondered if she was in trouble for something. She thought over her list, was she late with a job?
Walter told her to stand outside the door for a moment, before he slipped inside. (Y/n) stood there, listening to the sound of muted voices for close to five minutes, before she heard Walter returning and motioning her inside.
“Stand here for a moment, (Y/n),” he said, before leaving her alone with Sir Integra. (Y/n) shifted nervously under Sir Integra’s hard gaze. Was she really in trouble for something? She honestly couldn’t think of anything that would warrant such a thing.
It was several moments before Walter returned, and he wasn’t alone.
Delores accompanied him and when she caught sight of (Y/n), she seemed to sense that something was about to happen that she wasn’t going to like.
“Delores,” Integra started.
“Yes, Master Hellsing?” (Y/n) barely kept from grimacing at the sickly sweetness in the woman’s voice.
“Walter tells me that he found his attendant alone in the gun range, cleaning it with no assistance. Why was she alone?”
“I don’t know, Sir. Perhaps you should ask her why she was cleaning the gun range without the others,” Delores said. Integra looked towards (Y/n) with a raised brow.
“…the Head Maid said to clean the range before my other duties,” (Y/n) replied.
“Did she now?”
“I did no such thing!” Delores scowled. “The little strumpet told the other girls that their help wasn’t needed and she could do it herself!”
(Y/n) was feeling rage start to bubble in her stomach. She would dare lie to Sir Integra about this? (Y/n) pulled out the paper Delores had handed to her.
“What’s that, (Y/n)?” Walter asked.
“The instructions Delores gave me for today,” she said. Delores realized her mistake and went to snatch the paper out of (Y/n)’s hand when another gloved hand appeared out of nowhere and plucked it from (Y/n)’s fingers.
It was Alucard, who calmly unfolded the paper and skimmed it.
“It appears that Miss (Y/n) is correct, Master Hellsing,” he said, tossing the paper at Integra. Integra took a strong pull from her cigar, before sighing, leaning back in her chair.
“(Y/n).”
“Ma’am?”
“Why are your hands raw?”
“I was scrubbing the galley and kitchen floors last night, ma’am,” (Y/n) replied.
“Have you slept?”
“Not since the day before, ma’am. By the time I’d finish my list, it would already be time to get up.”
Integra took another pull from her cigar, letting the smoke roll out from between her lips as she looked at Delores with a withering stare. (Y/n) was forced to stand there in the silence for what felt like forever, before Integra spoke again.
“Delores, I want the truth, and you’d better pray to God it’s the truth,” Integra warned. “Have you been the one harassing and sabotaging (Y/n)’s job?”
Delores threw (Y/n) a venomous glare.
“….I am.”
“Explain why.”
“The little harlot is unnatural. She doesn’t belong here. She’s a poor excuse for a maid of the Hellsing family,” Delores bit out. “She’s rude, disrespectful and should be put out on the streets.”
….Yeah, (Y/n) was seriously getting pissed off now. She bit her tongue to the point of blood to keep from saying exactly what was on her mind at the moment. Who the hell did this woman think she was?!
“Funny, from what I’ve been told she’s very polite, possibly one of the most respectful people I’ve met and a very hard worker. The fact that she cleaned the gun range by herself is proof of that. If anything, Delores, you’ve help this young woman, not hurt her,” Integra stated. “However, your behavior will not be tolerated. Your harassment of this young woman will not be allowed to continue. You will be stripped of your job and you will not return to the Hellsing manor. Another one of the seasoned maids will temporarily fill in your job.”
Integra hit a button on her phone and a voice answered inquiringly.
“Please send a guard to escort Ms. Delores Reck off the grounds,” she said and within a few moments, an armed guard entered the office.
“Y-You can’t do this to me! Sir Integra, I was hired by your father, surely that means something to my name? I’ve been here for years and years!”
“Indeed, so you should have known what the consequences of your actions would be. Don’t let me see you here again, Delores,” Integra drawled. Delores sputtered and protested as she was led out of the room.
(Y/n) felt relief knowing that her main harasser was finally dealt with. It seemed that was the only thing keeping her up, because she felt herself wobble dangerously and black spots flashed in front of her eyes.
“Miss (Y/n), are you alright?” she heard Walter’s concerned voice. It sounded strangely muffled, like she had cotton in her ears.
“No, I feel…” (Y/n)’s knees buckled and she pitched forward.
‘All orders by Master Integra Hellsing will be followed to the letter. Any complaints will be given in written form to the Head Maid, who will in turn give them to Master Hellsing. You will have Sundays and Wednesdays off to do as you please, within reason and without violation of Organization policy. Otherwise, you will be in the uniform given to you at all times outside of your room. Your shift will begin at 5:30 am and will end only when the Head Maid, Butler (Sir Walter C. Dornez) or Master Hellsing deems it over.
If there are any questions or concerns that are not addressed in your pamphlet, please consult the Head Maid or Butler.’
(Y/n)’s first week was chaos personified. Between getting lost, forgetting details about her jobs, running late one morning and dealing with the scrutiny of the Head Maid, she was so glad when Sunday came around.
(Y/n) groaned a little as she sat down at one of the galley tables, a cup of coffee in one hand and a napkin with bagels and cream cheese in the other. She scrubbed a hand over her tired face, knocking her glasses askew as she did. She had only slept in to eight, and she really wasn’t a morning person to begin with. But it was the only way she would get used to this schedule, so it was necessary. She could nap later.
As she munched on her cream cheese smothered bagel, she was alerted of a presence approaching her table and she looked up to see Walter, dressed in his usual outfit, sitting down across from her with a cup of hot tea in hand.
“You don’t mind my company, do you?” he smiled. She shook her head, her mouth too full of bagel to verbally respond. She swallowed and took a sip of her coffee, before asking,
“I thought you didn’t have to wear your uniforms on your days off?”
Walter smiled, “You don’t. But I’ve become so accustomed to it, it would feel strange to wear anything else.”
(Y/n) could understand that. 51 years of wearing the same outfit pretty much every day? It would feel strange to wear casual clothing. She was still quite content with her jeans and t-shirt, though.
“I’m surprised you’re up, really. Even Delores sleeps in on Sundays,” Walter said, stirring sugar into his tea.
“I’m kind of surprised by that news, actually. There’s reason to my madness, though,” (Y/n) said.
“Oh? Do tell.”
“Well, I’m so used to staying up late and sleeping in, that these early mornings are just…killing me, figuratively speaking. So it’s just easier to get up early on days off too and take naps later to make up for it,” she shrugged.
“Mm. Smart,” Walter smiled, sipping her tea. (Y/n) took another drink of her coffee. “Not one for tea?”
“Iced sweet tea is the only tea I really care for, but I think that comes from living in the South,” she stated. “I only drink hot tea when my throat’s sore. Mix it with some honey and lemon, and it’s a good day.”
“I forget that you’re from America sometimes. You’ve got such excellent manners during work,” Walter hummed. (Y/n) chuckled a little bit as she nibbled her second bagel.
“My mom and dad raised me right. ‘Yes ma’am, no sir’ kinda thing. Granted, they also taught me to not take any crap from anyone too, but respect’s the highest compliment you can give someone,” she said.
“If only there were more young folk such as yourself, Miss (Y/n),” Walter said.
“You and me both,” (Y/n) muttered. “That was one reason why I was more than happy to leave America—people have no couth anymore. It’s like living in a country of uncivilized, spoiled children. I know not everyone’s like that, but it certainly felt like that.”
“You certainly hold a good vocabulary, Miss (Y/n). You have a good head on your shoulders, and that’s quite encouraging,” Walter said, taking a swallow of his tea. “You said you liked to read. What kind of books interest you?”
“Mostly? I’m a huge romantic, so…a lot of fantasy romance,” (Y/n) admitted and Walter chuckled. “But I like other genres. Horror’s always fun and I don’t mind a decent science fiction now and then. 1984 by Mr. Orwell is an excellent book, for example.”
“Indeed.”
“Let’s see…I’m not really big into history, unless it’s mythology or folklore, but Egyptian and Greek/Roman history’s always fascinated me,” (Y/n) hummed, thinking. “Sometimes I like flipping through science books.”
“Did you read a lot as a child?”
“All the time. Kept the loneliness away,” she said. At his questioning look, she elaborated. “I…didn’t have many friends growing up. Not really any at all. I never got why, I was apparently a pushover as a kid, but that might have been the reason. So I read a lot; getting lost in my books seemed like a better life than dealing with the kids picking on me.”
“I’m sorry to hear that.”
(Y/n) shrugged, “It was just how it was for me. Yeah, I hated it, but if you just wanted to be my friend to use me for whatever reason, I didn’t want your friendship or need it. Jeez, I think I was fourteen before I actually met someone that I could relate with. I still hate that she’s so far away.”
“Finding a friend after so long, then moving away is certainly hard. Do you keep in contact?” Walter asked.
“I try. We write and when I can, I call. But it’s hard,” she murmured. “Still, it’s life, right?”
“Indeed,” Walter agreed and for a moment they sat in silence, Walter drinking his tea and (Y/n) munching on her bagel. “…you said you also drew. Is this a side hobby?”
“My drawing? Eh, kinda? I mean, I’m not awful at it, actually I’d like to think I’m a decent artist. It was just something to pass the time and it became interesting. I took a few classes in middle and high school,” (Y/n) said. “I like drawing people. I find them fascinating.”
“Why’s that?”
“Well, think of it this way. Scenery rarely changes. Sure, you’ve got your seasons, sometimes there’s a mudslide or rain or whatever, but for the most part it stays the same,” (Y/n) started. “Now humans—people in general, really—they’re so interesting because they’re constantly changing. Age, emotion, physical deformities. There are so many wonderful and beautiful things about the human body, I don’t think I’d be able to draw them all.”
Walter smiled a little. “You remind me of an old friend, when you say that. He thinks the same thing, really.”
“Does he? Perhaps I’ll meet him someday.”
“Oh, I’m sure you will. He works here, he just doesn’t come out of his room often unless it’s for a job,” Walter said. He leaned over towards the fruit bowl set on the table and picked through it, grabbing a small bunch of grapes and setting it down on a napkin. (Y/n) looked at the fruit bowl for a minute as well, then at the last bite of bagel. She was still hungry, so she leaned over and grabbed herself an apple.
“So what are your plans for today, Miss (Y/n)?” Walter asked her as he started eating his grapes. (Y/n) took a bite of her apple, thinking for a minute.
“…well, I was hoping to walk to town today to the bookstore, but as it’s raining, that’s out of the question. So I guess I’ll learn my way around the manor so I don’t get lost again tomorrow,” (Y/n) said.
“That sounds like a splendid idea. Perhaps I could show you some easier routes?” Walter offered.
“Sure, I’d like that. Would definitely make my life easier,” she smiled. “You don’t mind?”
“Not at all. It is my day off as well,” he smiled charmingly. (Y/n) smiled back and finished up her apple, before drinking the rest of her coffee. “I have to ask, are you one that likes your coffee black or with cream?”
“With cream and sugar. I hate plain coffee, it’s too bitter,” (Y/n) grimaced. Walter chuckled at her expression.
“So you have a sweet tooth.”
“Majorly. I come by it honestly, though. My dad loves chocolate, so it stems from that.”
“I admittedly like the occasional sweet treat myself,” Walter said. “Sir Integra doesn’t care for anything sweet, though.”
“Believable,” (Y/n) said.
“Is it?”
“I get the impression that ‘sweet’ isn’t in her nature,” (Y/n) said. “If it’s not past my boundaries to say that.”
“Oh not at all, you’re free to have an opinion, my dear. It’s human nature to do so. What else did you pick up about Sir Integra?”
“Not too much, I mean…I didn’t meet her for very long if you remember,” (Y/n) pointed out. “But she definitely knows how to intimidate someone. She seems very serious, but also a little dry-witted too. Most likely listens to classical music when she works too.”
“You are quite observant,” Walter said, impressed.
“Part of being an artist.”
“Surely. Now then,” Walter stood, gathering his empty cup and napkin full of grape stems. “Shall we begin your tour?”
“Of course,” (Y/n) nodded, standing to wash her cup and put it on the drying rack and toss away her apple core and napkin. As she met up with Walter outside of the galley, she took a moment to think that this was such a strange feeling, having had a casual conversation with the Butler of the Hellsing Organization.
Walter gave her a smile and she returned it, deciding to let it not bother her now, following the man as he showed her his little shortcuts and the easier routes through the manor.
‘All orders by Master Integra Hellsing will be followed to the letter. Any complaints will be given in written form to the Head Maid, who will in turn give them to Master Hellsing. You will have Sundays and Wednesdays off to do as you please, within reason and without violation of Organization policy. Otherwise, you will be in the uniform given to you at all times outside of your room. Your shift will begin at 5:30 am and will end only when the Head Maid, Butler (Sir Walter C. Dornez) or Master Hellsing deems it over.
If there are any questions or concerns that are not addressed in your pamphlet, please consult the Head Maid or Butler.’
Walter began (Y/n)’s weapons training the day after the probation period ended.
Where she was pretty efficient with a handgun and a normal rifle, Walter wanted her to try out a sniper rifle. He had her outside on the rolling grounds of the manor, with a target over 500 meters away. She laid on her belly, the rifle cradled in her hands as she looked down the target sight. Her shoulders and arms were cramping a little from holding the heavy gun for so long and her grip was starting to grow shaky.
Walter was knelt down beside her, instructing her on how to steady the gun. He reached down and held the hand holding the underside of the barrel with his own, offering a little more stability. (Y/n) aimed carefully, for the heart of the target and held her breath for a second, before firing, releasing her breath.
“Five centimeters to the left, but you’re starting to get the hang of it,” Walter said with an approving smile. (Y/n) groaned and flipped the safety on, setting the gun down so that she could sit up, rolling her stiff shoulders. “You’ll grow used to the weight and position. It’s always difficult to deal with at first.”
“I hope so, otherwise I’ll end up looking like a board….” She commented, rubbing her neck and arms to loosen the tense muscles.
“Hm….are there any other weapons you’re interested in learning how to use?” Walter asked. (Y/n) thought for a minute.
“…knives.”
“Knives?”
“Yeah. They’re easier to conceal, lighter and just seem a little more practical in my personal opinion,” (Y/n) shrugged. Walter hummed as he disassembled the sniper rifle, placing it back into its case.
“….well, I don’t know much about handling knives, but Master Hellsing and Alucard are quite familiar with blades. I could talk with them about possibly teaching you,” he suggested. “Until then, though, I would like for us to focus on your gun handling.”
(Y/n) grimaced a little. “Lovely.”
By the time Sunday rolled around, she ached in places she didn’t know she could ache. Walter had her practicing with that sniper rifle every day, assembling and disassembling it, cleaning it and shooting it. She rubbed the back of her neck, sitting in the galley with her morning coffee.
“Good morning, Miss (Y/n).”
She looked up wearily, “Morning, Walter.”
“Are we tired, my dear?” he inquired, sitting down across from her with his morning tea and a small stack of toast.
“Mostly body sore, which in turn makes one tired,” she said.
“You’ll have to grow used to that feeling, working with that rifle,” he stated.
“I know. I’m just being a whiner,” she smiled a little. Walter chuckled as he stirred in his usual spoonful of sugar for his tea. “Doesn’t training me take away from your own duties, Walter?”
“Not really. It is part of my job to see that you’re properly trained,” he said. (Y/n) hummed and swallowed a mouthful of her coffee. “So what is the plan today, (Y/n)?”
“I’m planning on walking to town today,” she said. “I’ve got a letter coming in and a book I’ve been waiting to come out is finally in the stores.”
“Ah, would that be a sequel to that mystery novel I loaned you?”
(Y/n) grinned, “You caught me.”
“I suspected as much when you kept it a little longer than usual,” Walter smiled.
“Yeah, I really liked it. I might pick up the first while I’m there, too, so I don’t have to keep stealing yours,” she chuckled.
“Well, why don’t I accompany you today? I’d rather like to get my hands on it as well.”
“It would be nice to have some company,” (Y/n) admitted. “I was planning on leaving after I finished breakfast.”
“Very good, then.”
(Y/n) smiled and turned her attention to finishing up her bowl of sliced peaches. Thinking on it, it really hadn’t felt like she had been there over three months. It felt both shorter and longer than that.
“Something bothering you?”
“Hm? Oh, no. Just thinking about how long I’ve been here. It doesn’t feel it,” she said.
“Is that a good thing?”
“I suppose so. I feel comfortable enough here to not really let something like time bother me, but then I think on how long or short it’s been since I arrived here and I’m surprised because it doesn’t feel like that much time had passed at all,” she said.
“When you stay busy and you work with people you enjoy being around, you tend not to notice time passing by,” Walter stated. “Now then, are we finished?”
(Y/n) looked down at her empty bowl, where her fingers had absently been feeling around in. “…I guess so. I hadn’t even noticed I had finished my breakfast. Darn.”
Walter chuckled and stood, putting away his and (Y/n)’s dishes as she wiped down the table real quick, before they walked out of the manor together, once he let Integra know where he was going.
It was a pleasant day, the sky was bright blue and there was a comfortable breeze blowing, the temperature just cool enough to ask for a light coat.
“It’s growing close to winter,” Walter noted, having donned a light jacket before leaving.
“Yes, my favorite time of year. I love the cold,” (Y/n) smiled brightly. “I love the snow and the warm blankets and hot chocolate, all of it.”
“Even the blizzards and ice storms?”
“Alright, not real big on them, but the results can be pretty.”
Walter chuckled, “I’m rather one for fall or spring. Nice in between seasons.”
“Mm, yeah. The colors around that time of year are lovely,” (Y/n) agreed. “Weather’s not too bad, either.”
“Not at all.”
They stopped at the post office for (Y/n) to grab her letters, which she opened as they walked to the bookstore.
“’ Miss (Y/n),
As pleased as we are to hear that you have a full-time, successfully paying job, I’m afraid we must decline your offer of returning home, even for visit. Your parents have both decided that it is within everyone’s best interest for you to stay—‘ Oh this is just rubbish,” she scowled, folding it up. Walter looked at her curiously.
“May I ask why you would have to send an inquiry to return home?”
(Y/n) sighed, tossing the letter in the trash she passed by to open her second envelope.
“I mentioned that I moved here from America, on my parents’ pushing. Well…I got into a little bit of a scrap back home, when my parents won the lottery and joined the rich folk. I didn’t approve of the change in behavior just because we had money and they didn’t like that too much. So…hence why I’m here, working for Master Hellsing, instead of living at home with my parents. I guess they got a secretary now to deal with the letters. Ugh,” she shook her head, tugging out the second letter. “Dear (Y/n), really happy to hear that you’re working full time now! So glad to hear that Head Maid got what was coming to her. Sorry this is so short, but expect a present within the next couple weeks! Lots of love, Sammy.’ Hm…what is that girl planning? Her letters are never this short.”
“Your friend, I take it?” Walter smiled.
“Yeah, Sammy. She’s something else, I’ll tell you that,” (Y/n) smiled fondly as she pocketed the letter, before glancing over the last three envelopes. “Marriage offer, marriage offer…ooh, what’s this? Oh. Oxford’s rejection letter.” She tossed them into the next trash can they passed.
“Marriage offers? Because of your parents, I take it?”
“Because of their money, is more like it. What these poor sods don’t realize is that I don’t see a penny of that money,” (Y/n) shrugged. “If I’m going to marry someone, it’ll be because I love them and they love me. Not because of money or looks or age or whatever…”
“That’s a very wise thing to do,” Walter hummed.
“I don’t know about wise. More like just…common sense. Why marry for money or looks if you’re going to be unhappy for the rest of your life, right?”
“Very true,” he agreed, stepping forward to open the door to the bookstore for her. She flashed him a smile, stepping inside with him behind her. She loved the smell of a bookstore, breathing in the scent of paper and ink.
“What a wonderful smell,” she sighed happily.
“Indeed, it is such a comforting scent,” Walter agreed. (Y/n) smiled, and walked to the new books table, finding what she was looking for.
“Oh yay, it’s a sales week too!” (Y/n) nearly squealed, hugging the book to her chest. Walter chuckled softly, picking up a copy for himself.
“It’s a pleasure to see you so excited over something so small, Miss (Y/n),” he smiled warmly. (Y/n) felt warmth slide up her cheeks and she gave a sheepish smile.
“I’m sorry, I just…I really like reading. I’d like to be a writer someday,” she admitted.
“Really? I’d be most interested in seeing what you would write,” he said. (Y/n) chuckled softly.
“Maybe someday,” she smiled, heading towards the checkout line. Walter smiled as he watched her for a minute, before following after her with a slight pep in his walk.
