You guys make me feel like I’m a cinnamon roll or somethin’
I wonder what Alucard would think?
Gimme about an hour and I’ll write you something for that
I was not expecting this and now I’m excited
Thanks Will, you are the bestest!
:)))
Take a look-see of this and tell me what you think. I think I’ve got things pretty close, but see for yourself. 🙂
Alucard had been called to a meeting with his master, Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing. There was no sign of urgency in her voice. It wasn’t an emergency.
That meant there was a new recruit in the Hellsing Manor. She always called him to introduce himself to recruits; it softened the eventual blow of learning that everything they learned as children was wrong. Vampires and werewolves and boogeymen roamed the night and the monster under the bed was quite real. He grinned – this was his favorite part. The initial look of complete shock and utter derealization on their faces brought a good sense of satisfaction to the vampire.
He could hear them talking through the wall. Sir Integra’s strong voice, deep, her British accent heavy to the ears. A second voice, a higher pitch, a different accent, sounding very excited.
Alucard grinned to himself as, rather than take the door, he pressed against the wall, body phasing through it slowly. He emerged into Integra’s office, an evil smile plastered across his face. Sir Integra smirked at him, and the figure seated in the chair turned to face him as Integra looked over as well. He was half embedded in the wall.
“Ah, Master, you’ve called upon my services once again?” He was hamming it up on purpose to get a rise out of the newcomer. Her face, rather than a look of abject terror, lit up as though she were a child receiving a new puppy for her birthday. Her audible gasp was followed by a rapid burst of dialogue, something about how “cool” he was and how excited she was to meet someone like him.
Who is this woman? Where did she come from?
She was the new bookkeeper. To be taught to work alongside Walter and Sir Integra in managing the day-to-day life around the Hellsing Manor. Not directly involved in combat, like the others. She wasn’t a rescue, like that blonde boy. She was recruited, the best in her field at what she did. Sir Integra told her up front the nature of the Hellsing Organization and those that it fought, and this woman still took the job with a smile on her face and a spring in her step.
Medinah. That was her name, as she told it to him.
After the introductions concluded, she had been put to work at once. Her work was impeccable, no doubt about that. Alucard had expected as much, since it had been Sir Integra’s decision to hire her in the first place. That wasn’t what surprised him about the woman.
No, no, what surprised him was her immaculate personality. She was too… Nice, he felt, for the Hellsing Organization. He had never met someone so unshakeable in the face of the supernatural before. At the news of Alucard’s fight in Belgium, she welcomed him back with the same chipper smile as always, as though he hadn’t just returned from a battle that was otherwise a complete shitshow. She was always encouraging to the other agents, giving them words of support and spiritual upliftment that had never been felt around the Manor. She took the predictions of the blonde soldier in stride, assuaging his concerns with a statement that everything would turn out okay in the end. Even when they’d returned from Cheddar, the blonde Draculina wrapped in a blanket in Alucard’s arms, Medinah had greeted the newly-turned vampire as though she were just another human joining the ranks.
Medinah’s seeming inability to be fazed by even the bleakest, most dangerous situations was something that never occurred to the vampire to even be possible. Not for a human. Humans were supposed to be either frightened beyond the capacity for rational thought, or so angry and vengeful that they would lay down their lives to fight someone such as himself. And yet, before him, was a human who was neither of those things.
It fascinated Alucard. She had become a pillar of the morale of the Hellsing Organization, her frequent support, encouragement, and camaraderie with the other agents made her indispensable as an employee. He found himself keeping a close proximity to this woman, if anything out of a sense of curiosity. He had long since given up trying to catch her in a bad mood or feeling depressed, it simply wasn’t going to happen.
Alucard resolved to keep an eye her, to try and understand her unwavering spirit for himself. Perhaps there was something this human had to teach him that he, in all his nearly 600 years of life, still had yet to learn.
The Rose-Clad Demon Doctor 