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Log: Complete
When: December 24th, immediately after this.
Rating: General audiences
Characters: D [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
favored_son], Alucard [thekingofpain] and Integral [steeldame]
Summary: Alucard takes D to meet his mother, who is not quite so accepting of the possibility that she has a son as the vampire is.
Log:
"Come then. And do not deny my aid, it is discourteous," Alucard replied with a snerk and led the boy back to the apartment building. "Tie your horse here."
Then proceeded to bring him inside to the penthouse upstairs where they had lived and wherein Alucard had taken to sulking.
D followed Alucard, his movements graceful despite his injuries and fatigue. He didn't bother to tie the horse, knowing that it would not run away. The dhampir's gaze remained forward as they proceeded through the building, senses alert for any dangers.
Integral was resting inside her ample chambers, her door locked, blissfully ignoring the other occupants in the flat. She had been weary from yesterday's bawling and emotionally distressing episode of being a child again. Walter had been less than delicate to inform her younger self both her uncle and father had died and that had brought her to the edge. Bloody hormones.
He moved to the door of Sir Hellsing's private chambers before wrapping knuckles against it, though he was sure she knew he had approached. "Sir Hellsing. We have a guest, someone from the future that you might be interested in meeting."
Glancing to D, Alucard inclined his head, "She might be less than receptive at the moment." They had just had a falling out (on Integra's part) after all. "And we must get you something to eat, hm? What do half vampires eat?"
"I have a limited supply of food with me," D informed him mildly. He simply had not had a chance to stop and partake. In hindsight, perhaps he should have procured the capsules rather than the powder on his last supply run.
The voices stirred Integral. Her sleep was light due to work constraints that did not allow her to fully slumber. Sluggishly, her hand reached for her glasses and tried them on, then buttoned her shirt and arranged it inside her black trousers, exiting her chambers with an annoyed expression and ruffled hair.
"Alucard, will you and Seras be quiet, I'm attempting to-" her complaint was cut by noticing D, his outfit and his palor. Her eyes narrowed. Had Alucard picked up strays again? "Who is this?"
"This, Integral," Alucard replied, "is your future son. And guess who the father is. Let me tell you, he is a vampire, one quite loyal to you. His name is D and he is from our future."
Then paused, "Why yes, I can imagine you think I have gone mad or you will refuse to believe it, but genetics don't lie. His blood calls to mine and his eyes, oh Master, his eyes are purely your own."
For D, the sight of Integral was perhaps the greatest shock of the day. He had last seen her when she was old and slowly fading. Suddenly, his knees felt weak. He heard Alucard speaking, but did not register the words. "Mother ... "
Inegral stared at Alucard in shock first, then outrage. She was so furious that she barely paid attention to D or his body language.
"You…" Her teeth ground in anger. "This is it, Alucard. I have had enough with your pretences. It's over, whatever could have happened between us, and no elaborate tale of yours will make those feelings spark again. I want you and your friend out of my flat." How could he? Lie this way on Christmas Eve. Maybe it was a curse, she thought. Alucard wouldn't dare to do that. He wasn't that desperate. "Return by midnight, servant."
"I will always come when you call, Integral, my master," Alucard replied, both angry for D's sake and protective of the boy. "I will not abandon my duty to you. But this is entirely uncalled for. To treat him in such a manner." Eyes narrowed and his upper lip curled back, baring fangs.
"If you wish me out, then out I will go. The boy will stay with me until the time when you are sensible enough to recognize your own flesh. Until then, I will remain taking your orders and protecting you."
Then turned to D, expression softening slightly. "This is only a shock for her. Come. We will find a place to stay in the building."
Numbly, D nodded, though he did not dare pull away from the wall just yet. His mother did not believe Alucard, and why should she? They had not always been on the best of terms. He knew as much. And his father was fond of games.
"This better be a curse!" Integral exclaimed, temper flaring. She wasn't used to being this angry but the accumulated stress with Walter had her edgy. "Treat him how? He's an unannounced guest you decided to bring and expect I will welcome him as part of my family?"
She frowned, noticing the man was in bad condition. "He can stay as long his wounds can be nursed by you, the loving 'father' if that is so urgent but after that I want him gone and all this foolishness will be forgotten."
To Integral's continued rejection of D, Alucard half smiled at the boy and put a hand on his shoulder. "This is my fault, not yours. If circumstances were different, I believe she would be more open, hm? I will take care of you."
He, after all, knew what it was to be rejected so forthrightly by Integral, and knew that it was a stinging and hard affair. The feeling must be quite a bit larger for her own son. "Come, stay in my room with me. We shall treat your wounds and feed you."
Inclining his head to Integral, he replied, underpinnings of cold and anger in his tone, "You are far too generous, Master."
With another faint nod, D moved away from the wall, grimacing as he suddenly noticed the discomfort of his injuries and the enervating effects of the sun. He said nothing to his mother. There was nothing to say, and he was not a talkative man in the first place.
The play continued. What a tragic act Integral was beholding. She wanted to smoke and relieve the stress she was feeling. "Very well," she said, equally as cold. "Refrain from mentioning this rubbish again, Alucard. It's almost Christmas, what are you thinking?"
She turned around and returned to her room, slamming the door behind her. She was too upset. Christmas outside London, without Walter, feeling terribly emotional and Alucard lying about having a child together. It was a miracle her sanity still had shreds to hold dearly.
He had left her Christmas present on her dresser earlier that morning, a silk dressing robe with the Hellsing crest embroidered on it as well as a tin of cigars. Perhaps she had noticed, perhaps she had burned them.
Alucard inclined his head to D. "She will come around. This way." And led the boy into his room, there was a bed, of course, but there was also a coffin.
Rather uncharacteristically, D sat on the edge of the bed and rested his head in his hands, clearly displaying his exhaustion. He needed to eat and then to get some decent sleep to replenish his energy. "She has no need to come around," he said in a low voice. "Her disbelief is justified."
"Hush," Alucard replied, "I will have no more words on the matter. She will, be it weeks or months." Or years, but he kept that one to himself. "She will. For now, you must rest and eat. You never did mention what it was your type consumed."
D looked up, face haggard under the wide brim of his hat. "All I require is a glass of water." He withdrew a small packet from a pouch at his belt. The powder contained inside, when mixed with water, provided complete nutrition for a dhampir.
He exited to the attached bathroom and in a moment, returned with a glass of water. "Is that a science that Hellsing crafted for you or something that you found in the future? After that you will rest, even if I must force you to."
The hunter accepted the glass and emptied the pouch's contents. The science was indeed based on Hellsing studies, though it had changed slightly over the millennia. Soon enough, the mixture took on the color and consistency of blood, though the smell was somewhat different. D finsihed it in one swallow and set the glass aside. "That won't be necessary," he told his father. "I am stubborn. Not foolish." He removed his hat and sword, setting the latter where it would be close at hand.
Stepping closer to the bed, Alucard looked down on the young man. He looked a warrior, strong and quite adept, if injured. Reaching out, he stroked the hair. He was far more beautiful than either Alucard or his fledglings. Sexual creatures yes, but not the beauty of D. "I shall be here if you wake and need anything."
It had been a long time since D had felt safe in the presence of his father. Their ongoing battles (tests, the king called them) forced him to remain wary whenever in the presence of the vampire. He allowed the contact from Alucard, but only briefly, before he pulled away and laid down. "Goodnight," he said, closing his eyes, and then added, almost as an afterthought, "Father."
"Rest well, son," Alucard replied, keeping an eye on the boy as he moved to lounge in his chair. He had faith things would be repaired with Integral. After all, D was a product of that, was he not?
Rating: General audiences
Characters: D [
favored_son], Alucard [thekingofpain] and Integral [steeldame]Summary: Alucard takes D to meet his mother, who is not quite so accepting of the possibility that she has a son as the vampire is.
Log:
"Come then. And do not deny my aid, it is discourteous," Alucard replied with a snerk and led the boy back to the apartment building. "Tie your horse here."
Then proceeded to bring him inside to the penthouse upstairs where they had lived and wherein Alucard had taken to sulking.
D followed Alucard, his movements graceful despite his injuries and fatigue. He didn't bother to tie the horse, knowing that it would not run away. The dhampir's gaze remained forward as they proceeded through the building, senses alert for any dangers.
Integral was resting inside her ample chambers, her door locked, blissfully ignoring the other occupants in the flat. She had been weary from yesterday's bawling and emotionally distressing episode of being a child again. Walter had been less than delicate to inform her younger self both her uncle and father had died and that had brought her to the edge. Bloody hormones.
He moved to the door of Sir Hellsing's private chambers before wrapping knuckles against it, though he was sure she knew he had approached. "Sir Hellsing. We have a guest, someone from the future that you might be interested in meeting."
Glancing to D, Alucard inclined his head, "She might be less than receptive at the moment." They had just had a falling out (on Integra's part) after all. "And we must get you something to eat, hm? What do half vampires eat?"
"I have a limited supply of food with me," D informed him mildly. He simply had not had a chance to stop and partake. In hindsight, perhaps he should have procured the capsules rather than the powder on his last supply run.
The voices stirred Integral. Her sleep was light due to work constraints that did not allow her to fully slumber. Sluggishly, her hand reached for her glasses and tried them on, then buttoned her shirt and arranged it inside her black trousers, exiting her chambers with an annoyed expression and ruffled hair.
"Alucard, will you and Seras be quiet, I'm attempting to-" her complaint was cut by noticing D, his outfit and his palor. Her eyes narrowed. Had Alucard picked up strays again? "Who is this?"
"This, Integral," Alucard replied, "is your future son. And guess who the father is. Let me tell you, he is a vampire, one quite loyal to you. His name is D and he is from our future."
Then paused, "Why yes, I can imagine you think I have gone mad or you will refuse to believe it, but genetics don't lie. His blood calls to mine and his eyes, oh Master, his eyes are purely your own."
For D, the sight of Integral was perhaps the greatest shock of the day. He had last seen her when she was old and slowly fading. Suddenly, his knees felt weak. He heard Alucard speaking, but did not register the words. "Mother ... "
Inegral stared at Alucard in shock first, then outrage. She was so furious that she barely paid attention to D or his body language.
"You…" Her teeth ground in anger. "This is it, Alucard. I have had enough with your pretences. It's over, whatever could have happened between us, and no elaborate tale of yours will make those feelings spark again. I want you and your friend out of my flat." How could he? Lie this way on Christmas Eve. Maybe it was a curse, she thought. Alucard wouldn't dare to do that. He wasn't that desperate. "Return by midnight, servant."
"I will always come when you call, Integral, my master," Alucard replied, both angry for D's sake and protective of the boy. "I will not abandon my duty to you. But this is entirely uncalled for. To treat him in such a manner." Eyes narrowed and his upper lip curled back, baring fangs.
"If you wish me out, then out I will go. The boy will stay with me until the time when you are sensible enough to recognize your own flesh. Until then, I will remain taking your orders and protecting you."
Then turned to D, expression softening slightly. "This is only a shock for her. Come. We will find a place to stay in the building."
Numbly, D nodded, though he did not dare pull away from the wall just yet. His mother did not believe Alucard, and why should she? They had not always been on the best of terms. He knew as much. And his father was fond of games.
"This better be a curse!" Integral exclaimed, temper flaring. She wasn't used to being this angry but the accumulated stress with Walter had her edgy. "Treat him how? He's an unannounced guest you decided to bring and expect I will welcome him as part of my family?"
She frowned, noticing the man was in bad condition. "He can stay as long his wounds can be nursed by you, the loving 'father' if that is so urgent but after that I want him gone and all this foolishness will be forgotten."
To Integral's continued rejection of D, Alucard half smiled at the boy and put a hand on his shoulder. "This is my fault, not yours. If circumstances were different, I believe she would be more open, hm? I will take care of you."
He, after all, knew what it was to be rejected so forthrightly by Integral, and knew that it was a stinging and hard affair. The feeling must be quite a bit larger for her own son. "Come, stay in my room with me. We shall treat your wounds and feed you."
Inclining his head to Integral, he replied, underpinnings of cold and anger in his tone, "You are far too generous, Master."
With another faint nod, D moved away from the wall, grimacing as he suddenly noticed the discomfort of his injuries and the enervating effects of the sun. He said nothing to his mother. There was nothing to say, and he was not a talkative man in the first place.
The play continued. What a tragic act Integral was beholding. She wanted to smoke and relieve the stress she was feeling. "Very well," she said, equally as cold. "Refrain from mentioning this rubbish again, Alucard. It's almost Christmas, what are you thinking?"
She turned around and returned to her room, slamming the door behind her. She was too upset. Christmas outside London, without Walter, feeling terribly emotional and Alucard lying about having a child together. It was a miracle her sanity still had shreds to hold dearly.
He had left her Christmas present on her dresser earlier that morning, a silk dressing robe with the Hellsing crest embroidered on it as well as a tin of cigars. Perhaps she had noticed, perhaps she had burned them.
Alucard inclined his head to D. "She will come around. This way." And led the boy into his room, there was a bed, of course, but there was also a coffin.
Rather uncharacteristically, D sat on the edge of the bed and rested his head in his hands, clearly displaying his exhaustion. He needed to eat and then to get some decent sleep to replenish his energy. "She has no need to come around," he said in a low voice. "Her disbelief is justified."
"Hush," Alucard replied, "I will have no more words on the matter. She will, be it weeks or months." Or years, but he kept that one to himself. "She will. For now, you must rest and eat. You never did mention what it was your type consumed."
D looked up, face haggard under the wide brim of his hat. "All I require is a glass of water." He withdrew a small packet from a pouch at his belt. The powder contained inside, when mixed with water, provided complete nutrition for a dhampir.
He exited to the attached bathroom and in a moment, returned with a glass of water. "Is that a science that Hellsing crafted for you or something that you found in the future? After that you will rest, even if I must force you to."
The hunter accepted the glass and emptied the pouch's contents. The science was indeed based on Hellsing studies, though it had changed slightly over the millennia. Soon enough, the mixture took on the color and consistency of blood, though the smell was somewhat different. D finsihed it in one swallow and set the glass aside. "That won't be necessary," he told his father. "I am stubborn. Not foolish." He removed his hat and sword, setting the latter where it would be close at hand.
Stepping closer to the bed, Alucard looked down on the young man. He looked a warrior, strong and quite adept, if injured. Reaching out, he stroked the hair. He was far more beautiful than either Alucard or his fledglings. Sexual creatures yes, but not the beauty of D. "I shall be here if you wake and need anything."
It had been a long time since D had felt safe in the presence of his father. Their ongoing battles (tests, the king called them) forced him to remain wary whenever in the presence of the vampire. He allowed the contact from Alucard, but only briefly, before he pulled away and laid down. "Goodnight," he said, closing his eyes, and then added, almost as an afterthought, "Father."
"Rest well, son," Alucard replied, keeping an eye on the boy as he moved to lounge in his chair. He had faith things would be repaired with Integral. After all, D was a product of that, was he not?