tampered | Log: Complete

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Current Location: Building 4, Flat 140

Log: Complete

When; January 19th
Rating; PG-13?
Characters; Arthur Hellsing [

tinyvampiregod] and Open to Walter Dornez [

dark_butler]
Summary; Alucard of the past arrives, confusion ensues and now it is up to Arthur to explain the situation to his old servant.
Log;

Arthur sighed as he waited for the arrival of Alucard. Things were certainly getting more complicated by the day. Just when he thought he had things figured out soemthing else would arise. There was so much that Integral did not know about his relationship with Alucard. Now that the past version had shown up that relationship would likely become public knowledge. He could only hope that this would not affect his daughter's future or his grandson's future for that matter.

While part of him dreaded this meeting, the other part of him longed to see him again.

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"Boo." He said, tone utterly dead pan and coming from directly over Arthur's shoulder. "Silly. I needed not your address, of course. I had only to follow our connection. Though it was a pleasant gesture."

Same white suit, same long coat and fuzzy hat, scarf swaying as he moved. Black hair pooled to the side as he tilted his head, then twitched his nose, taking a seat on Arthur's desk (or anything near where Arthur was that would annoy him).

Arthur held in a groan. It had been far too long since he had to deal with Alucard like this...in this form. Certainly he hadn't been thinking proper thoughts when he had Alucard take that form and he just knew that choice was going to get him into trouble. Things were certainly getting nostagic.

"I know but I did not want you to dally," he replied, stiffly. "I do hope you have not been causing mischief since you arrived."

"Would I do that, Master?" Girlycard asked. To him, only a day had passed since seeing Walter. Only a few hours sleep. But he hadn't seen Arthur since being sent to the front lines.

"Did you miss me, Master? I was going to wear that maid dress to greet you, but you seemed so solemny. ."

"Do I even have to answer such a question?" Arthur countered all to family with Alucard's coy act.

Arthur sighed, he was certainly going to be in some trouble once this got out. Luckily he was dead or he would have been sweating. "I did miss you but it has been far longer than you think since I have seen you."

Walter could hear him before he even knocked on Arthur's door. The rage was there, but banked. Lacroix's timing couldn't have been better with his offer of aid. Even if it made him wonder just how closely the other vampire was watching him.

If he had to, he'd throw Alucard out the window, he supposed. Best not to have to do that.

He steeled himself before knocking sharply on the door, determined, despite his thoughts to the contrary, not to make a violent scene in Arthur's home.

Arthur turned his attention toward the door. "You can come in Walter, the door is unlocked," he called out.

He hoped that things will not become explosive since Alucard was more confrontational in this current form and he was certainly use to Walter wanting to "play" with him.

"And you will behave yourself," Arthur said directly to Alucard.

"Do I ever deliberately misbehave, Master?" Alucard replied, sliding off the desk and moving to wrap arms around Arthur's waist, looking out at Walter's entrance from behind his Master's form.

He could feel Walter- both as his old companion as well as a vampire. It was a curious sensation, but he was not entirely surprised. Walter was a predator.

"Yes, you do," Walter answered for Arthur, taking in the scene.

God, this hurt his head. He was grateful to Lacroix, since he could still feel the cracks trying to split wide open seeing the two of them together that way.

"Arthur," he said in acknowledgement.

"Angel," Alucard said archly, face screwing up into a petulant expression. Fingers dug sharply into Arthur's sides, gripping him.

The vampire disliked the tense atmosphere, he wanted a happy reuinion. They were heroes, were they not? Saved London and the world.

Arthur sighed heavily as he nodded toward Walter. This would be harder than he had imagined. Being dead did have its benefits since Alucard's tightened grip did little to actually hurt him, like it probably would have when he was alive.

"As I was saying more time has passed than you think. Walter and I are far older than we appear. And I am sure by now you have noticed my lack of warmth and heatbeat," Arthur said, placing a hand on Alucard's shoulder.

Was this what came of his half-articulated wish that he could just turn back time to the point when things were better? When his moral compass pointed north to Hellsing, when he and Alucard were partners, when he'd had a complete surety in who and what he was?

It was a bitter pill.

He watched the pair of them together while he tried to sort through his feelings. Part of him - Millennium's Butler? - wanted to react violently. Part of him... did not.

A tiny frown turned down the sides of pouty lips, "I know. . I understand now." Then looked up at Arthur, eyes wide and deceptively innocent, "You locked me away, didn't you? When I was sleeping on the airplane back?"

And now Walter . . like this? He refused to accept it. Then paused, adding archly, as he disengaged fingers from Arthur's side, "At least tell me it wasn't easy?" Red eyes glowed, "I love- loved you both." Love, it appeared, was over.

Arthur truly dreaded having to answer that question. Especially since he did care for his old servant. How could he not care? "Yes, I did have you locked away but I had my reasons. We could not go on the way we had been going. I needed to take a proper wife and produce an heir for Hellsing. An heir I wanted you to protect when the time arrived," Arthur admitted, trying to remain unshaken by Alucard's words.

"I didn't expect things would turn out the way they did," he added, looking away from both Alucard and Walter. God it was far too painful to be having this conversation while they all looked frozen in time. It made him feel all the more like a failure.

Love? Loved?

...love curdled as old milk was what he had told Rosiel.

"You really don't remember anything?" Did it make any difference? Could he hate one Alucard and not the other? Did he have enough hate for both of them?

At least Lacroix had given him enough help to keep the memories from breaking through and insisting they were the present.

That angelic face twisted into a snarl, "You put me away for the sole purpose of hiding your past from whatever wife you took? Did she ever know your predilection for little boys and little girls? That you hired prostitutes so often there was a column in the supply budget for them?"

It hurt, but was expected. He was a weapon, after all and knew when his use was up he would be packed away until the next fight. He wanted to leave, but there was nowhere to go. Hellsing- most recently Arthur and Walter, were all he had known for a long while. There was nowhere to leave to.

Then turned his attack on Walter, "What was your first clue, Angel?" A snappish tone. Petulant. Childish as his form. "No. I don't remember." Calmer, anger leaving and in it's wake weariness.

"Don't start on me! You knew what this was as much as any of us. I had to grow up sooner or later. We had to become respectable gentlemen and that was not going to be achieved while you were around," Arthur snapped back.

He knew his past sins well he didn't need Alucard throwing it in his face. Alucard of the present understood such things because he knew Integral. His heir had been worth this pain he was feeling now.

"Look many things have changed but you know that I would not turn you away. Nor do I intend to try to lock you away again," he said locking eyes with Alucard.

The connection was still there and he would not send his servant away. Not when he could cause mischief if left unchecked. He hoped Walter would accept this arrangement.

Not turning him away. Not locking him away.

Alucard would be living just two doors away from him?

He should go see Lacroix if he had any hope of this working without his tearing the building down around their heads.

"As you wish, Arthur." He didn't bother answering Alucard's comment. What point was there?

"So all of your choices and sins were my fault entirely? Hm. You assume I am asking for you to take me in. You are my Master, dead or alive, I can feel the bond, but I have power as well in this place, don't I? Not only a dirty secret." Then turned to Walter. He hadn't lied, he did love them both, but . . only days ago he had been fighting beside Walter. Comrades. Heroes. To know his homecoming would be met with the maddening bindings of the basement?

"Walter?" Alucard asked, frowning slightly as he stepped forward. "Stop. Please? Whatever happened in the future. . that's not me. Besides. We don't have to let it happen. I could stay here. We could be here together forever."

Arthur sighed while pinching the bridge of his nose. "No, I never said it was entirely your fault. But you are a temptation that needed to be removed. I am sorry for the way things were handled."

Arthur looked toward Walter when Alucard turned to him. Sensing Walter's tension, he moved to place himself in their path.

"Give him time," Arthur said softly to Alucard. He did not want Walter to feel the need to attack especially with the way he had been off balance.

This was far worse than meeting with Alucard at the cafe. Worse than when the other Alucard wore this face. Who says vampires are unchanging? Alucard was not the same as he had been during WWII.

His brow knit in pain, Walter fished in his waistcoat for a pack of cigarettes to give his hands something to do.

"Don't speak too quickly, Alucard. You'll change your opinion when you learn more."

"It still hurts, Arthur. I was good. I followed orders, I helped save England. I didn't disobey too much," Alucard replied, pausing. "And you put me away because you were too weak to resist? Hn. I knew it would come someday. And it is your right. I'm only a monster, your slave."

Then focused his attention back on Walter, "I don't care what happens in the future, Walter. I know what we have been through," only days ago, "That's what matters."

Arthur looked away like he had just been slapped. He knew Alucard had been attached to him and Walter at the point from which this version had came from.

But rather than answer to what Alucard had said to him he decided to speak for Walter. "Alucard. Walter was compromised on the last mission you remember. That one mission ended up leading to Walter turning his back on Hellsing and joining the Major's group years later," Arthur said flatly. "So don't disregard the future. Some of us are living in it."

"What he means to say, Alucard, is that I betrayed Hellsing." He couldn't help the venom in his words. It covered a reservoir of pain and self-hate he'd yet to plumb. " I gave secrets to Millennium. Joined them to become a vampire when they launched a massive attack around the world, and did everything I could to kill you."

He could plead that he'd been brainwashed, or that he'd had Integral's interests in mind, but it didn't matter.

"I don't care," Alucard replied stubbornly. But he did. Walter betrayed them? And Arthur looked hurt now. He just wanted to go home after the war, to have hot sex with Walter and be praised by Arthur and given baskets of virgin blood.

"Why bother with the future when I can change it through the past, or stay here and never see it happen." Girlycard replied stubbornly. He meant it. But he didn't. He was conflicted.

And being here, both welcomed and rejected; learning that he would be locked up, being hurt and hurting. Only a day after being a war hero, being happy.

"At this point I am not sure that you staying here would change anything. What is done is done. This place seems to exist out of time. For crying out loud, I am dead yet here I am," Arhtur said, trying to forget the word betrayed.

He didn't want to think of Walter as a traitor. He didn't want Alucard to go around trying to change things that would ruin Integral and Dante's futures. He just wanted his family whole again. Yes, it was selfish but he didn't care it was how he felt.

"I am dead as well," Walter said. "Not just undead - dead."

He tucked away the cigarette pack and lit the one he'd extracted. He didn't want to see this - causing Alucard pain was a dearly held wish, but not this Alucard. Not this companion from his childhood. "I'll leave you two to your reunion. Perhaps things will be easier for the two of you without my presence."

"No! Walter. . " Alucard replied, pressing hands onto his hips. "Don't leave. Not yet." And tipped his chin back, "I. . "

The corners of his mouth twitched down, for once an involuntary action. They were both so important to him and he wanted to be glad to see Arthur again, to see Walter as an eternal playmate.

But to know he had been locked away on a whim, betrayed in the future...throwing his arms around Arthur's waist, he buried his face in the man's coat, beckoning Walter with one hand.

Arthur slightly sighed as his arm instinctively closed around the vampire before him. "Walter, you don't have to leave," Arthur said softly.

He and Walter were all this Alucard knew and he really didn't want to see either of them in pain. The idea of the seal that Integral and the other Alucard had been pushing for was starting to play in his mind again. Would it be cruel or would it be kinder to make Walter his servant again? He just didn't know anymore.

It was good that Walter couldn't hear Arthur's thoughts, and even if he could have, he might have missed them in the turmoil Alucard's behavior wrought in him.

Kill him. Comfort him. Hurt him. Touch him. Hithimcuthimlovehimbleedhim. Kill him.

He retreated behind the mask again, allowing nothing to show on his face or in his posture. He drew on his cigarette and watched the two silently, motionless except for the slow rise of smoke from its ember.

Balling his fists in Arthur's jacket, the smallish vampire glanced over his shoulder at Walter. "It would be difficult. . on both our parts," he replied, detaching himself from Arthur, then turning to Walter, stepping closer one foot at a time.

"But in time. . we could grow used to each other again?" And slid a hand slowly towards Walter, a single digit fingering his waistcoat.

This was almost as much as he could take. There was a limit, even to him. And today had just about reached it. Knowing he would come home only to be locked up, that Walter would betray Hellsing, that Arthur was hurt and hurt Alucard himself in turn.

Arthur really hoped that Walter wouldn't lash out at Alucard's gesture. He was never blind he knew very well Walter had strong feelings for Alucard before they were replaced with the searing hatred.

This current situation was draining for all of them but what could they do? This Alucard was here and he had no clue for how long. Wouldn't it be best if they could managed to get along again? Walter told him he was going to let someone help him and he hoped to hell that person didn't make matters worse.

Walter stood statue-still while Alucard approached, fighting the urge to violence that grew with the vampire's every step.

He was in control. He was in control. He said it again and again like a mantra, but couldn't help himself when his hand snapped up, lightning-quick, and closed over Alucard's much smaller one. He kept his grip controlled, but quivered with the repressed urge to squeeze until the bones crackled like popcorn ground underfoot.

He only looked at Walter, feeling the tension in his hand around Alucard's own. The smaller vampire looked up, catching Walter's gaze. Lips pursed, parted slightly, a pink tongue slipped out and whet them.

"Angel?" He asked, hoping Arthur wouldn't interfere.

He'd had better control than this before, Walter realized. He hadn't been this close to starting a fight when he and Alucard had met face to face at the cafe.

Had Pyramid Head done that much damage that he'd been able to endure the other vampire's foot under the table then but could not tolerate the barest touch of his finger now?

He drew a deep breath he didn't need and slowly released Alucard's hand, returning his own to his side to clench into a fist.

"I am not your Angel anymore, Alucard." He tried, but someone who knew him as well as Alucard once had would likely hear the undertone of regret he could not quite hide.

Alucard retracted his finger, ever so slowly, hand falling back to his side. Then smiled, "Not now. But we have time again, Angel." Then leaned in, ever so quickly, attempting to brush cool lips dryly across Walter's cheek.

Then moved back to Arthur's side, "I don't know if I should stay here just yet."

Arthur looked down at Alucard and shook his head. "Like I'll let you cause mischief elsewhere. If you still respect me as your Master then you'll stay here," Arthur more ordered than stated. Meaning he wouldn't be taking no for an answer anytime soon.

If (and he knew it was a slim if at best) Walter could make peace with this Alucard then maybe there might be hope that he could make peace with the other Alucard and Integral as well.

His cheek was searing hot, biting cold; it felt blistered from acid where Alucard's lips had brushed.

But he'd managed not to lash out with a blow that would have thrown the little vampire across the room, and he was going to have to take what victories he could.

"This time I really will be leaving," he said stiffly, turning for the door. "You may use the network to inform me of what you two work out."

"I'm not going to leave you alone," Alucard replied sweetly. "But you will have your space. For now." More ominous than polite.

Curling one hand around Arthur's waist, he snuggled against the other man's side. "For your order, Master, I shall stay. But only if it is with you tonight." The implication being, in bed.

Arthur supressed a twitched and damned himself for the stupidity of his youth. He looked down at the small vampire pressed against his side before merely nodding his agreement. He already knew how persistent Alucard could be and if Alucard was here at least he could keep an eye on him.

He of course knew he was in for a barrage of questions in the near future. But would he even bother to answer them there was nothing he could say that make this seem acceptable to the others.

The door slammed behind Walter as he strode out.

"I don't like this place, Arthur," Girlycard replied, tone, for once, neither childishly teasing nor sensual. Neutral. Only neutral. "I wish I didn't know any of it." How could he stop from trying to change it now.

Then snuggled his head against Arthur's side, giving a slight yawn that showed kittenish fangs.

"That makes two of us," Arthur sighed allowing himself to embrace the vampire at his side. "That makes two of us..."

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