D does Dimensions Alternate

Chapter Two: D comes to several conclusions.

It had taken Seras under a minute to stop the geese from shooting at her new acquaintance. It had taken some arm waving and perilous running into their line of fire but she’d done it. He didn’t seem particularly thankful because he’d used that less-than-a-minute to cross the room and point his sword at Pips jugular. After that Seras had taken a little over a minute to get between D and Pip. After that it was purely academic to have the sword re-sheathed and away from any throats. Sadly, shortly after relative peace had been restored, Integra arrived and had Walter tie D up with silver wire. Seras answered directly to Integra, so there was nothing she could do but stand around anxiously and hope for the best.

Seras was not particularly happy that she was the most ineffectual undead being in the universe. She contented herself with the fact that it was marginally better than actually being dead because dead people can’t do anything whatsoever.

Her master had started laughing maniacally, again, while she’d been lost in thought. Seras was not optimistic that he would stop Integra from interrogating his son. He liked leaving people to sink or swim, regardless of the outcome. At least D didn’t seem particularly bothered. She wasn’t sure though because D hadn’t looked particularly anything since she’d first caught sight of him posing in a hallway. There was a certain family resemblance in both appearance and affectations, when you thought about it that way.

Integra had stepped forward, maintaining a respectful distance from D. Her face was locked into her most professional stare, filled with the requisite amount of disdain. D looked confused for a moment before schooling his features into neutrality again. Walter was holding back, awaiting orders. Alucard was, still, even though it wasn’t even intimidating or the least bit appropriate, cackling like an insane witch. Seras was just wishing she was at home in her coffin. Pip was thinking the same thing.

Seras watched as Integra took a cigar from her pocket and lit it. She took a long drag and leisurely exhaled. She regaled D with a cool look.

“Who are you and why are you threatening my men with swords?” It was a petulant question but when she said it, it sounded overly reasonable.

“They started it.” D had Integra’s gift for redeeming poor dialogue upon the delivery.

Integra shifted her unrelenting gaze to Alucard, whose laughter was slowing down. Alucard wiped an invisible tear from his eye and sighed loudly. It was strange how no one seemed overly intimidated by almost anything he did anymore. He’d barely got a grimace the last time he’d ripped somebodies head off and bathed in their blood.

“Yeah, yeah, he wasn’t actually doing anything.” Alucard said voice still bubbling with mirth, “He’s not even a vampire, just looks like one, don’t you junior?”

“Junior?” Integra raised an immaculate eyebrow.

“My name is not junior.”

“No, no, your mother called you Harry,” there was a confused hush descending, broken only by muffled laughter coming from the vicinity of D’s hand, “Harry or Harold, I can never remember which.”

Integra closed her eyes and Seras swore she could hear her counting under her breath. The poised leader made a short cutting motion with her cigar and Harry was released. Walter maintained a respectful distance from Integra but did not retreat. The now disgruntled young dhampire turned to glare at Alucard, who was un-phased. Integra looked between the two and comprehension washed over her face. She looked slightly queasy in the face of her realisation.

“I think it would be best if we adjourned until we return back to headquarters. I have your word that this stranger will explain himself there and not cause undue damage until then?” the frost in her voice was approaching perma.

“He doesn’t even drink blood.” Alucard waved a hand in disgust.

Seras and the geese retreated, leaving Harry alone with Alucard. Pip closed in on her personal space, more because he wanted to and less because he needed to whisper.

“Seras, who is that strange man?”

“I think he’s Master’s son.”

“I didn’t know vampires could have children.” Pip’s voice gained a thoughtful quality that Seras subconsciously chose to ignore.

“Um… he said he was from an alternate dimension.”

“Hmm, well, who are we to question the immortal king of dead things, non?”

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Seras hoped Master wasn’t joking about D being his son because that would be exceptionally cruel. Although it might be better for her to be the butt of a joke than to have to face the reality of alternate dimensions along with all the other changes she was adapting to on a daily basis. Like periods… You’d think that vampires would not get them.

Seras’ head hurt. So did her uterus.

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After the mass exodus of mercenaries and the police girl, there was silence. In this silence D and Alucard looked at each-other. They looked, perhaps curiously, but did not stare. D was healing slowly from a few bullet wounds and grazes. He figured he was sporting about three clean hits total, neat entries and exits with nothing lodged where it shouldn’t be. His father looked as though he’d been out on a quiet stroll for illicit drugs. His grin was still manic and his attire was immaculate. D hated him for that because there was no way he could compete with the ability to mentally reconstruct damaged clothing.

“Well, son…”

Alucard got no further. D had spun on his heel and left the building. The nosferatu sighed and pursued him. It wasn’t much of a chase if you must know. Ds stride was more of a sashay and Alucard just appeared out of a shadow in front of him.

“Harry, I’m going to be patient with you because you don’t understand the gravity of your situation.” Alucards face was grave, which would have given most people a clue that it was time to leave the country. “I’m afraid you can’t just go running around here, things are a little different in this reality.”

D regarded him coolly. The air began to reflect his mood. Alucard was completely unaffected as a result of having experienced the boy’s childish tantrums on many a previous occasion. It would easier now that his mother wasn’t around to interfere… bless her soul.

“I don’t think you have the authority to command me.” Ds mouth was a hard line and he didn’t appreciate how humorously wrong he was.

“You do have a choice. Come with me and be protected by Hellsing,” Alucard paused long enough to smile nastily, “Or be hunted down by her, the Vatican and the Millennium faction.”

“I don’t need your protection.” D had no idea who any of those people were, so it wasn’t difficult to act nonchalant.

“Perhaps not but you could certainly use my advice. You look like a rent boy from an uptown S&M club.” Alucard sounded slightly amused. “Is there something you’re not telling me?”

Ds eyes bugged slightly and he looked genuinely confused. He wasn’t used to that emotion and it twisted his face unattractively. He seemed torn between retaliating with his own critique if his father’s fashion sense and asking just what a “rent boy” was. He was disturbingly worried that it meant what he thought it did.

“Vampires aren’t common here. If people see you they’ll be able to catch you. Their technology isn’t what you’re used to and it will be effective enough the first time.”

D was shocked to hear some concern in his father’s voice, reminiscent of when he’d been a child and his mother had been alive. It unsettled him enough that he could rethink his options. D didn’t like to be in contact with large groups of anything but he wasn’t unreasonable. He knew nothing about this place and there was every chance that his father was telling the truth. If Seras was safe there, if two full-blooded vampires could live with humans, then he wouldn’t be anything unusual. They might even be able to help him get back home. If he decided he felt like going home. It wasn’t that great a place to live, if he was being honest.

He followed Alucard when he turned away.

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The first thing D noticed about Hellsing manor was Seras shooting. Not at him luckily. She was aiming at and hitting targets that were a kilometre in the distance. She still had her assault rifle and he could see its name, Halconnen. He heard Alucard snort derisively. He saw her blonde hair being ruffled by the night air. There was a twinge in his gut and he didn’t know whether he was finally feeling compelled to kill her or something else entirely.

“She’s improved but she’ll be no good against the undead until she drinks.”

D started at that. Alucard must have miss-spoken.

“You said she was your… beloved servant.”

“Only one I’ve ever made.”

“So she was human once?” D was slightly disgusted, turned humans were little more than puppets and they were just as weak.

“You surely heard the police girls’ confusion over your birth; vampires here are born of the death of virgins.” He paused for a moment, his voice remaining as casual as it would when discussing the weather, “except for freaks and princes who lose their faith in God after their armies are massacred by the Turks.”

“I’m guessing Seras is the first?” D raised a quizzical eyebrow and Lefty leered quietly.

The change in atmosphere was abrupt.

“Don’t even think about it. Even if you ignore the paternal feelings that she inspires in her fellow soldiers and superiors, I wouldn’t allow it. She’s my servant first and it would be like fucking your baby sister.” Alucard sounded angry and his words were delivered in a gruff bark.

D and Alucard glared at each-other. A long un-needed desire to antagonise authority figures erupted from Ds suppressed, teenaged self. Seras wiped her forehead in the background and D could see it from the corner of his eye. If she wasn’t terrorising humans then he wouldn’t have to hunt her. If he wasn’t hunting her then he could explore other pastimes. He decided it was about time his father paid for five thousand years of parental neglect.

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Seras felt a prickle of awareness trickle up her neck. She turned around from shooting targets to see her Master and his son looking in her direction. She blushed under their scrutiny but smiled and waved anyway. Harry stiffened before glancing at Master and then smiling back at her. She thought that was very nice. It would be lovely if she and Harry could be friends.

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I like family drama.