Father
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Category:
Hellsing › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
2,683
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Hellsing, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Memories
\'So!\' thought Alucard, \'she and the paladin have a history.\' I wonder how this will turn out.
Seras had a sad look on her face and glanced at the rapiers held by Anderson, "So you will kill me with the very weapon\'s forged by my hands for you?" she asked softly.
Anderson glanced down at the rapier he clutched and couldn\'t help the memories that the sword brought to him.
(O)(Flashback)(O)
Seras ran up to Father Anderson with a wooden box clutched in her small hands. "Father! Father! I have something for you!" At that moment Seras tripped and he box went flying from her small hands. A small desperate cry was ripped from her throat as one of the other boys caught the box and proceeded to toss it up and down carelessly.
“So the little police girl is playing suck up again.” The boy sneered. “This box isn’t anything worth anything its not even decorated with designs; not even childish ones. How disappointing, well, lets see what the box holds.”
“Now tha’ is no’ nice Young Fredrick.” The thick brogue accent cut through the air catching the children’s attention.
“Ah but Father Anderson I was only curious as to what she wanted to give you.” Fredrick replied digging the big toe of his left boot into the dirt of the church courtyard.
“Is that true now?” Anderson glanced at Seras and noted the tears that tracked down her cheeks. “Well let me have it. After all it is for me is it no’?” He glanced at Seras again and she nodded. Fredrick scowled at the ground and handed Anderson the box. Anderson sat down on the nearby bench and set the box on his lap and opened it revealing beautifully made rapiers, twenty of them in total. The rapiers had the inscription of ‘God Have Mercy on the Souls of the Damned, Amen.’ “They’re wonderful child. Where how could you afford them?”
“I made them Father!” Seras chirped happily.
(O)(End Flashback)(O)
Anderson lowered his arms, and simply watched Seras. “I had nearly forgotten,” he whispered in horror. “I could no’ do that to ya. I ha’ struck you already with the weapon’s you made for me.” With those words Anderson whirled around and was immediately surrounded by what seemed to be the pages of the bible before he disappeared.
Suddenly a thump was heard from behind them, “Where is the Paladin?” Seras whirled around only for her jaw to drop upon seeing her master’s master as well as her master well and alive. “Master,” Seras through herself at him in a glomp, “I thought you were dead!”
Seras had a sad look on her face and glanced at the rapiers held by Anderson, "So you will kill me with the very weapon\'s forged by my hands for you?" she asked softly.
Anderson glanced down at the rapier he clutched and couldn\'t help the memories that the sword brought to him.
(O)(Flashback)(O)
Seras ran up to Father Anderson with a wooden box clutched in her small hands. "Father! Father! I have something for you!" At that moment Seras tripped and he box went flying from her small hands. A small desperate cry was ripped from her throat as one of the other boys caught the box and proceeded to toss it up and down carelessly.
“So the little police girl is playing suck up again.” The boy sneered. “This box isn’t anything worth anything its not even decorated with designs; not even childish ones. How disappointing, well, lets see what the box holds.”
“Now tha’ is no’ nice Young Fredrick.” The thick brogue accent cut through the air catching the children’s attention.
“Ah but Father Anderson I was only curious as to what she wanted to give you.” Fredrick replied digging the big toe of his left boot into the dirt of the church courtyard.
“Is that true now?” Anderson glanced at Seras and noted the tears that tracked down her cheeks. “Well let me have it. After all it is for me is it no’?” He glanced at Seras again and she nodded. Fredrick scowled at the ground and handed Anderson the box. Anderson sat down on the nearby bench and set the box on his lap and opened it revealing beautifully made rapiers, twenty of them in total. The rapiers had the inscription of ‘God Have Mercy on the Souls of the Damned, Amen.’ “They’re wonderful child. Where how could you afford them?”
“I made them Father!” Seras chirped happily.
(O)(End Flashback)(O)
Anderson lowered his arms, and simply watched Seras. “I had nearly forgotten,” he whispered in horror. “I could no’ do that to ya. I ha’ struck you already with the weapon’s you made for me.” With those words Anderson whirled around and was immediately surrounded by what seemed to be the pages of the bible before he disappeared.
Suddenly a thump was heard from behind them, “Where is the Paladin?” Seras whirled around only for her jaw to drop upon seeing her master’s master as well as her master well and alive. “Master,” Seras through herself at him in a glomp, “I thought you were dead!”