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Old Gods

Disclaimer: Hellsing belongs to People who are
not me. I am making �0.00 out of this fic, it is written purely because I have
a burning need to create. Although I
would like to own Alucard . . . then he�d be mine.

Warning: this fic contains YAOI (GuyXGuy) a lemon and Bloodplay, if this offends or upsets
you do not read this, it�s that simple.

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Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Alucard/Walter hints of Alucard/Abraham Van Hellsing

Setting: Post all Manga and Anime

Authoress note: This came to me one stupidly warm
evening in May. Please note flashbacks to the novel Dracula are not going to be accurate, I�m
twisting the events to suit my story.

Italics mean either flashbacks or thoughts

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Prologue

{Walter}

The
rain has finally stopped.

It�s
been weeks now but it has finally stopped falling. I listen from deep down in
the basement as the last few droplets drip onto the soaked grass far above us.
Silently I marvel at how acute my hearing has become and how quickly the change
has occurred. The darkness of the room is complete, as a mortal I couldn�t see
the nose on the end of my face, I had to trust him as he drew me slowly, gently
through the chamber. I must admit that secretly I had enjoyed the disability;
it had given me an excuse to touch him, to be close, to smell the uniqueness
that is him. Not that I need an excuse any more, I don�t suppose I have needed
an excuse for a long time but still manners grown over decades cannot be
dismissed within weeks. Although now I do doubt my ability to keep my hands away
from him.

Now
the darkness of the room is no longer a barrier to me, I can make out the
microscopic imperfections on the wall fifteen feet away. I can see him
perfectly now; he hasn�t moved in so long, I quash the tiny sprout of worry
that continually tries to form in my gut. He has lain there now for three
hours, perfectly still not even breathing. He spoke to me briefly before this
�sleep� overcame him, reassured that he was alright, laughed at me, I was the
child he was supposed to worry over me not the other way around. But he had
given me so much, all of his being; how could I not worry. He could be slowly
dieing and I would be none the wiser; I shake my head slowly, foolish these
thoughts, if he said he will be fine then I will trust him. But still love
makes you worry.

So
I stay awake and I watch him, waiting and waiting, he will wake soon and laugh
at me again but I will not care, because under the teasing scorn he will be
touched, he will be taken back; my affection always seems to mystify him, make
him question everything he has held to be true for so long. He twitches next to
me ever so slightly, enough to send a few stray black hairs over his eyes, I
brush them back behind his ear and feel the worry grow anew, he is so pale now,
paler than I have ever seen him, his skin like marble or ice, the smears of
blood across his mouth and throat stand out all the more because of this.
Timidly I press the tips of my fingers to the smear on his mouth, my blood, the
smear on his throat, his blood. Unconsciously my tongue runs across my lips and
I shiver the raw, yolky taste of him still on my mouth.

My
blood, his blood, his blood, my blood.

Blood
of my blood, flesh of my flesh; that�s statement fits us perfectly now, we are
one and the same, blood and flesh. I will trust him, I will trust him to wake
up and laugh at me. Smiling and feeling slightly more relaxed I allow myself to
lie down, my arm slung over his shoulders unconsciously it feels for a heart
beat and fails to find one. I sigh louder than I meant to and feel him move
beneath my grip, he is freezing as he rolls back to get a look at me. He does
not laugh as I had expected instead looks exhausted and desperate,

�Please
sleep Shinigami,� he mumbles, his speech slightly slurred I swallow and nod, he
attempts a glare but the sleep glazed eyes fail in their attempt. I smile a
little and sit up reaching over I pull one of the heavy blankets from the floor
where it fell when we first entered the room and fell on the bed; I drag the
heavy woven cloth over us both

�Your
freezing,� I mutter, curling as close as physically possible to him. His naked skin
is like ice, as a mortal it would have chilled me but not any longer, now it
just increases my worry for him. �You gave me too much, far to much,� he mutters
something into the mattress, it sounds angry in a tired way but at the same
time he presses back into my stolen warmth.

�Then
keep me warm,� he breathes �but go . . . to sleep,� he is fighting to stay
awake now, and I know sleep will help him, so I nod into his back, pressing my
face between his shoulder blades, his hair falling over my shoulder, cool and
soft it smells like soap and blood. I can feel the exact second he surrenders
to sleep, his entire frame relaxes against mine and I smile once again.

I
know I will not sleep but I will not leave him. He is now after all my master,
my smile widens

�My
master,� I breathe almost silently, it feels right to say it aloud. Strange
that I had always found it odd when Miss Victoria
referred to Alucard that way, and when he first offered me what I have now
accepted the idea of me calling him master seemed ridiculous, he was just too
much . . . my friend. But now it feels perfect, this is the way things should
be, it feels so perfect to cling to him like this and whisper his name.

My
friend, my master, my lover, my everything.

To
explain how this finally came to be will be difficult, I really should go back
to the first time I saw him, red against the snow; scarlet on ivory. I was so
young and he was already ancient, I should go back to that moment in the snow
because that is when I knew, unconsciously surely but I did know. I knew I
would love him. But to go back that far would make the telling long,
terrifyingly long so I will not, I will begin closer to now.

I
think I will go back a little over two months.

Chapter
One

To young to die, to old to live
forever.

�HAPPY BIRTHDAY
WALTER!� Seres squealed as the butler entered the kitchen, nearly dropping the
empty tray he was still holding having just delivered Sir Integra�s lunch.
Seres winced apologetically for a second before bounding across the kitchen a
small brightly wrapped box held in her hands which she proceeded to thrust
under the butler�s nose.

�Miss Victoria?� Walter
frowned as she pushed the box into his hands; he hadn�t expected anything let
alone anything from someone who wasn�t actually supposed to know it was his
birthday.

�Open it!� Seres was still
bouncing, Walter smiled and pulled at the brightly decorated paper, freeing the
box from its confines.

The mortal man blinked
slowly at the box, dark blue with a gold rim, it appeared to be from a jewelers.
She should not have spent this much money on him! Opening the box carefully he
couldn�t stop the smile from spreading across his face. Blue stone cufflinks
set in silver sat on the white satin lining of the box.

�He said you like
sapphires,� Seres seemed to have lost her confidence and excitement and had
exchanged them for self doubt �are they ok? If not I can take them back and change
them I kept the receipt!� she spoke quickly and apologetically, Walter smiled
and closed the box

�They are very nice
Miss Victoria,
but you shouldn�t have, really,� the butler sighed �and by �he� I�m guessing
you mean your master?� Seres nodded �bloody vampire,� Walter sighed he had
never really been one to make a show of things least of all the fact he was
aging more each day, trust Alucard to tell everyone.

�You really like
them?� Seres edged towards him a little

�Yes Miss Victoria they are most
beautiful, thank you very much.� Walter smiled; the little fledgling vampire
really was too adorable for her own good. Often destroying a great many of the
mens preconceived notions about the undead; many of the recruits expected her
as a vampire to be . . . well like Alucard but when they saw her �cute�
mannerisms and her playful demeanor they re-evaluated their opinions; she most
defiantly disserved her nickname �kitten�. At his words the fledgling in
question came to life again, bouncing on the spot delightedly.

�I�veorganizedapartyandeverything!
Wellhavecakeandmusicanddancing� Seres� smile seemed
for a moment wide enough to split her head. �It will be so much fun Walter!�
Walter was taken back; a gift was more than enough he really didn�t need a party.
He didn�t want to draw attention to the fact he was getting old.

Many humans as they
age dislike the fact that they do so, they try to deny time with surgery or
creams, often hiding their birthdays; thinking that if they pretend it�s not
happening it wont happen. Unfortunately for Walter he to shared this hatred of
his age, and lately he�d found himself resenting his mortality. Of course the
sting of age was made more acute having close friends who truly did not age,
who remained young and beautiful while he withered and slowly died. He�d
watched for years as he slowly changed with time developing wrinkles and
becoming slower; while his �friend� remained
as young and energetic as ever, this often frustrated him, and lately
much to his shame he�d found himself wishing he wasn�t mortal, wishing he to
shared the agelessness of the vampires, but immortality was not his. Thus he
really didn�t want a party drawing attention to the fact he was slowly dying.

�Miss Victoria we don�t need a
party, or cake,� Walter gently pressed, hoping that Seres would get the hint;
unfortunately the fledgling vampire just took his words for modesty.

�Walter we will be having a party and we will have cake, I�ve already bought
candles. Its about time something nice was done for you, to show how much we
really appreciate you,�

�But candles and
cake,� the butler began but was interrupted

�At least you can fit
all of your candles on one cake Shinigami,� Alucard�s
voice entered the room before the vampire himself. The ancient creature sliding
in through the door leading in from deeper in the basement.

�Your awake early,�
Walter smiled at his old friend glad for the distraction �come to wish an
elderly gentleman many happy returns?�

�Yes actually,�
Alucard yawned and collapsed into a chair, Walter reached into the fridge and
pulled out a blood pack sliding it down the table to the vampire, Alucard
yawned again and smiled sleepily at him.

�Another years gone,�
Walter sighed sitting down across from the vampire �another year of my life,�

�And yet I haven�t
aged a day,� Alucard preened exaggeratedly �really I haven�t,�

�I know,� Walter
muttered watching as an ebony brow was raised in confusion of the tone in which
he spoke.

Walter remembered
being young, being young and full of life. He remembered just how flirtatious
he had been; flashing smiles at anyone male or female that caught his eye; he
had never needed to say much to get what he had wanted, the smiles had usually
been enough. A smile a kind word and he could have bedded anyone. Then he�d met
Alucard and for some reason he�d never really seen what others saw, every other
man in his unit had seen the monster Alucard was, the deranged blood thirsty
monster but Walter hadn�t. Walter hadn�t seen just a vampire he�d seen someone
tall dark and beautiful with a rather morbid sense of humor and he�d acted
according to his rather flirtatious nature. At first the vampire had been taken
back, then confused then amused; he started speaking to the mortal which was
something he hadn�t done in a long time.

As time went on slowly
Walter had started noticing things that he hadn�t before, the morbid sense of
humor became some what child like at times, some of the less vampiric
mannerisms, the strange and rather childish curiosity and glee at new
undiscovered things. He�d stopped seeing Alucard the beautiful monster and saw
the complete and utter prat Alucard could at times be. It was then he had
stopped seeing the vampire at all and started seeing a friend, then he realized
he wasn�t just flirting for the sake of flirting any more.

Walter sighed and
shook his head earning a confused and rather sleepy look from the vampire. He
stood slowly and lifted the tray, surely lady Hellsing would be done with her
plates now, with that thought he left the kitchen. Left the kitchen and the
vampires, hoping his desperate envy and strange sense of longing would abate
within the few minuets it took for him to get to Sir Integra�s office. Stupid
feelings such as these often came with birthdays in the last few years; as he�d
started to hate his age and mortality he�d started to question why he�d said no
such a long time ago.

The butler knew he
hadn�t changed much since his youth, inside he still felt like a young boy, he
still had the same emotions as he had back then. It was just the shell he was
in was becoming slower, weaker, less pleasing to look at. When he looked in the
mirror he no longer saw Walter he saw an old man, a very old man who was not
long for this world. He would die while the immortals lived on forever young. He
remembered that question a long, long time ago when Alucard had responded to
his teasing; usually the vampire would simply laugh or play back but for some
reason one time he hadn�t. He came to him, asked him to be with him completely
in every way, live with him forever, share the world in eternity. Walter had
said no thinking like many youths do that he had forever to change his mind, he
was too young to die. But now looking at himself he saw he was too old to live
forever.

�Why must I die to
love you?� Walter whispered to himself as he made his way up to Integra�s
office. The same question he�d asked when Alucard had offered his throat to the
mortal, then with Walters denial of his blood Alucard had taken the entire
offer back flesh, blood and friendship.

�I fear I have lost you,� Alucard had said
as Walter ran after him

�You fool,� Walter panted �I am still
here, you haven�t lost me! Why must I die to love you?!!� the immortal had
smiled strangely, a sad smile, forced and unreal

�you will not last forever Shinigami,� he stated �you are youthful now but
when I look at you I still see death at your shoulder, I see one who walks in
sunlight with the constant threat of demise following him. I have learnt my
lesson well when it comes to mortal loves and I know that I cannot be your
companion and you cannot be mine . . . it simply costs me too much pain.�

That was the first an
last time Walter had ever heard the vampire speak of pain in himself, it gave
the mortal the stark reality of what it would be like to be immortal having to
watch what you have loved die and somewhere he understood that the only way to
survive such loss would be to simply stop feeling, he knew why Alucard had said
no when he had offered himself. After that little discussion the two had been
awkward around each other for a few weeks but it had melted quickly, things
becoming more relaxed again. Alucard did not draw away completely as he said he
would but Walter could sense that a bridge between them had been burnt and he
had fooled himself into believing that he had accepted it, but in reality he
never actually had.

Opening the door to
Integra�s office he shook his untimely depression from himself. This always
happened every year, every time he had a birthday all his old lusts and daemons
would rise up to taunt him. Integra was watching the door as he entered and to
his mild surprise Alucard was perched in on of the chairs facing the desk.

�Took you long
enough,� the immortal grinned at him �thought you might have decided to go to
china for tea,� Walter shook his had at the immortal remembering a time when he
would have played back to the taunt.

�Please sit Walter,�
Integra was watching him intently, as if she were looking for something in his
face.

�Sir,� Walter
acknowledged and placed the tray on the floor taking the chair next to Alucard
who was smirking like the cat who�d caught the canary.

�I have a gift for
you,� Integra smiled.

≈Δ≈

The
road was narrow with trees growing close on both sides branches scraped the
sides of the vehicle and for one ridiculous moment Walter found himself
worrying about the paint work. The road was unpaved and the off roader bounced
along, wheels dipping into pot holes. The headlights picked up a hole in the road;
it stretched the entire width of the road like a gully made by rain water.

�And
to think,� Walter heard Alucard mutter under his breath �I thought moats went
out of fashion years ago.�

The
vampire sat next to him in the front passenger seat of one of Hellsing�s off
roaders, occasionally making small comments. Integra had offered him a gift,
one Walter hadn�t expected, in a way she had offered him his youth back; she
had given him a mission. He�d tried to hide his want to be out �with the men�
on missions from her but despite Integra�s often cold front she was rather
empathic to him and she must have known now for a great time that he yearned to
be given a gun and told �go get em,�.

So
here he was driving out into the countryside around London with a vampire as his �back up� off to
destroy what the human race feared most. Walter slowed the jeep down and felt
it dip into the �moat� and was quiet surprised when it slowly made its way out
of it again, the small laugh from Alucard made him smile, sometimes it was easy
to forget that the creature next to him was centuries old, the eagerness
emanating from him now reminded Walter of a child being taken to the fair.

�Do
you think the police girl has finished organising everything yet?� Alucard
asked slowly, Walter smiled; Alucard�s fledgling really was kind and far too
adorable for her own good. He disliked the idea of the party but still despite
the aged body his heart was still young and he really liked cake.

�It�ll
be fun vampire,� Walter nudged his old friend who snorted

�Yes
. . . fun. Dull mortals, spouting trite accounts in a pompas fashion about
matters that couldn�t possibly be of interest to anyone but themselves. Yes.
Fun.� Walter sighed; he knew the vampire wasn�t �keen� on large groups of
mortals. He thought he understood why, after all being denied live blood was
one thing but having it flaunted in front of you knowing you couldn�t touch it
was another. But still he couldn�t completely crush the disappointment he felt,
Alucard was after all the only person who really seemed to . . . click with
him. They could spurt nonsense at each other for hours and the vampire liked
cake.

�You
don�t have to go,� Walter offered, unable to keep the disappointment completely
out of his voice. The scarlet clad vampire smirked and nudged his mortal
companion

�Now
Shinigami be reasonable, it�s your birthday, how am I supposed to jump out of the
cake if I don�t go,� the vampires grin spoke volumes and Walter felt his entire
face go beet red. �There,� Alucard pointed suddenly to a small gap in the trees
on the left side of the road, had he been alone he would not have spotted it,
or if he had spotted it he would never have assumed that this was the road, it
looked more like a gap made by wild animals.

�Are
you sure the jeep will fit?� Walter asked frowning at the immortal, Alucard
gave him a looked that said clearly, �I care not,� and sighing Walter turned
the jeep into the gap listening with gritted teeth as the paint work was
scratched to hell.

The
drive through the trees took less than a minuet but to Walter it felt like
years; the mortal was more than a little relieved when the trees seemed to leap
back behind them and out in front of them opened a great field, in the middle
of which was a house. The house was dilapidated to say the least flecks of
curling paint clung to the walls here and there, great gapping holes took the
place of windows and fractured wood littered the ground. This confused Walter,
the assignment had been a young vampire, a fledgling child, but this place was
much more accustomed for the older generation, they liked their privacy and
they usually dwelled in old buildings such as this one. Parking the jeep the
mortal and immortal stepped onto the damp grass, Alucard was frowning obviously
as confused as Walter, Walter watched him for a few minuets as the immortal
took a few deep breaths through his nose, closed his eyes and for a moment he
seemed to be listening to silent music.

�There�s
something a bit bigger than expected here,� he said at last

�I
must admit I�m unsurprised,� Walter sighed, and waited for Alucard to take the
lead, but the immortal came and stood behind him,

�Your
lead Shinigami,� Alucard smirked �I�m just your back up,�

the
inside of the house matched the outside perfectly, dust covered the floor as if
no one had stepped through here in years; having no idea where to go Walter
turned to the vampire, Alucard went deathly still once more as if listening to
that music again before pointing towards the door under the stairs. Opening the
door Walter was surprised to find a closet full of coats,

�Are
they in the coats?� he turned to his friend with raised eyebrows, Alucard
smirked and moved the coats aside showing that the wood had been torn away and
a tunnel lay sloping down into the earth. �Typical,� Walter breathed before
walking down into it.

Walter
had lead a great many missions in his hay day and he did not remember feeling
like this on any of them. Integra�s gift seemed to be a double edged sword; he
had wished for a long time now to be able to go on another mission, to once
again feel the wires clench in his gloved hands as they wrapped around some
zombie�s throat and he was being given that chance. But at the same time this
just drilled home how old he really was becoming, he had to take the pace slow,
he�d never had to go this slow before and he could feel himself becoming
breathless even at this speed, the gun on his hip was heavier than it had ever
been before and he could feel his heart pounding.

He
really was an old man.

The
bottom of the tunnel was pitch black and he felt Alucard�s hand take hold of
his and lead him forwards a few steps before the immortal made an exasperated
sound and disappeared, Walter froze for a moment before a quiet click made him
jump as the lights came on.

�Electricity?�
Walter said aloud, this was confusing,

There
is a difference between old generations and young generations in vampires, the
older the generation the bigger it�s dislike for the modern world, the younger
the more comfortable with modern life. Older generations seemed to prefer
houses like the one they were in now but they did not have electricity,
something was wrong, this stank of a trap.

�A
coven,� Alucard breathed, Walter�s eyes widened, a group of vampires no doubt
young fledglings in thrall to an ancient.

This
was unusual, vampires are solitary creatures normally groups getting no bigger
than two or three and those were rare. The older generation usually killed the
younger ones off, feeling threatened by their presence. The human population
could only handle so many deaths before people really started to notice; hence
why normally it was only one vampire per thousand or so humans. In the last two
centuries apparently according to Alucard things had changed, Vampire numbers
growing to scary proportions, more covens were forming as a way for the older
generation to keep some semblance of control. Walter tried not to think of it
as he walked further down into the �basement�.

�The
sun is rising,� Alucard breathed �that�s good,�

�Good?�
Walter asked jokingly �since when have you been a sun worshiper Alucard?� he
paused �You�ll have to remind me to purchase some sun lotion for you.�

�Thank
you Shinigami,� Alucard sighed �but the point I was making is if it is a coven
a great number of them will be asnooze by now,�

The
thin tunnels ended and opened out into a cavern, steps led down to the floor of
the giant room, great columns reached up holding the roof of the �cavern� up
stopping the tons of earth from coming down and burring them alive. Walter felt
the urge to whistle appreciatively but held it down when Alucard pointed to
coffins arranged in three rows of twelve. Walter cursed in his mind

�We
could burn it,� he spoke after a few minuets silence. He shivered feeling
Alucard disappear behind him leaving him alone in the sleeping coven. The
vampire was gone for less than three seconds but still Walter felt venerable
without the immortal at his back. Before when he was young he always preferred
to have Alucard their but being alone hadn�t made him defenceless, his fear now
at the immortals absence only made him more aware of how old he really was
becoming.

�You�re
the boss,� Alucard handed matches to Walter as he reappeared; Walter watched
shaking still as the vampire wandered whistling loudly between the rows of
coffins with a large bottle of paraffin. �We should have pennies,� Alucard
muttered suddenly making Walter frown

�Its
not guy Fauwks, it�s a vampire coven,� he said dead pan

�Still
pennies would have been nice,� the vampire paused in his paraffin soaking
�pennies and marshmallow things,�

�Yes
Alucard,� Walter sighed to shaken to argue properly

�You�re
no fun Shinigami,� Alucard sighed dropping the now empty bottle and walking
back to the mortal, he stood behind him and wrapped red clad arms around
Walters�s shoulders holding them together as Walter lit the match.

They
were gone before the match hit the ground.

�Look
at them run!� Alucard laughed suddenly as they reappeared outside the house on
the wet grass, watching as fledglings fled the now burning house, obviously not
all of them had been in the basement, Walter sighed

�Go
on then,� he laughed quietly as the vampire gave chase to the fleeing
fledglings; he shook his head hearing the jackal fired again and again. Turning
to go back to the jeep he stopped dead; in-between him and the jeep stood a
woman, a vampiric woman.

Dressed in a ruby red silk evening dress, her black hair pilled up
in an elaborate fashion on her head she looked like a creature from a
photograph or painting.

She was stunningly beautiful, it was the same kind of beauty
Alucard held; a dangerous beauty, almost like that of one of the large cats.
The tiger was beautiful, wonderful creature of colour, grace and beauty but you
feared to touch it save it tear your arm off. The same could be said for the
ancient vampires. Her skin was the colour of white porcelain, her eyes like
jewels with the weight of intelligence behind them, with grace more than any
living creature and a delicate look like a bird of prey. But Walter knew this
beauty and he knew that behind it were claws and teeth, he tensed pulling his
invisible wires out from his pockets.

The vampire watched him for a second before tilting her head and
going deathly still, the mirror of what Alucard had done earlier and briefly
Walter wondered if they both listened to the same music.

�You smell of old lusts mortal,� she breathed, then her expression
became confused, �old lust long denied, believe me it�s the denied lusts that
are the most powerful, having to watch what you want every day but not have
it,� she laughed suddenly a wicked sound, like glass on stone

�Pray tell what you find so amusing,� Walter muttered hoping to
distract her long enough to get his wires tight around his hands,

�I don�t blame you,� she breathed still scenting him �the dragon
has had a great many mortal admirers, you would not be the first,� her laugh
became louder as Walter felt himself blush, that was ridiculous, his life was
in danger and he was stood there blushing because she had figured him out;
however his embarrassment was not long lived.

She leapt and Walter pulled, the wires lashed out and cut through
immortal flesh instantly but she did not stop coming. Walter felt her weight
hit him knocking them both to the ground and for the second time that night he
felt fear. Thankfully though his war practiced body knew what it was doing even
if his mind was screaming at him, wire flashed in the fire light winding around
veins and arteries making the vampire bleed. One went around her throat and
Walter felt claws slice into his chest and he pulled.

She was suddenly gone.

Walter lay panting on the wet grass for a moment testing his body,
tensing each muscle in turn searching for damage, amazingly all he seemed to
have sustained was a bruised back from the fall and a few deep cuts across his
chest. Slowly he stood and looked at the burning building brushing the dust
from his shirt.

�And
me without any marshmallows,� Alucard sidled up to the mortal watching as the
old house burned; slowly crumbling under the flames

�Just
leave me to die, monster!� Walter snapped, Alucard smiled at him,

�This
was your mission Shinigami not mine,� Alucard laughed at the expression the
mortal fixed him with but stopped suddenly and reached out making the mortal
look at him, �I was right here, you honestly think I would have let her kill
you?� Walter looked at the vampire for a few seconds before backing down,

�Maybe,�
he sighed defeated �no vampire I don�t think you would have let her kill me,�

�What did she say to
you to ruffle your feathers so?� Alucard laughed as Walter turned back towards
the jeep

�Nothing vampire,�
Walter snapped

�Shinigami you haven�t
called me vampire for years, she said something to you and it has upset you
greatly,� Alucard�s smiled faded slowly as he spoke, Walter felt the cold touch
of the vampire inside his mind and knew Alucard was reading his mind.

The
touch was gentle at first, it always was gentle when he was reading recent
memories; and then suddenly Alucard�s expression changed to one much more
confused and the cold touch got harder as he delved deeper into Walters�s
memory. Walter shivered; Alucard hadn�t delved this deep in years, decades
even.

�Get
out Alucard,� Walter said slowly, hoping his words were not to slurred

Then
suddenly it was gone and so was the vampire, Walter took a moment to shake the
dizziness from himself and made his way back into the jeep where Alucard now
waited, curled in the front seat legs up close to himself arms wrapped around
them, head resting on his knees. Walter sighed and put the jeep into reverse
wondering briefly how deep the vampire had gone; but he knew the vampire wouldn�t
have had to go very deep to warrant the reaction he was getting. Why only a few
hours ago Walter had been rethinking his entire youth, contemplating
immortality.

They
drove home in silence; Walter�s hands shaking Alucard never moved a muscle.

≈Δ≈

Walter
pulled into Hellsing�s headquarters with the intention of returning to Integra
and explaining the discovery of the coven with its ancient leader that had not escaped
him. Stepping out of the jeep he slammed the door and went to head towards the
house but was stopped.

�Shinigami,�
Alucard�s voice stopped Walter dead, it was strained, a fierce amount of
emotion trying to break through but the immortal wouldn�t let it

�Alucard?�
Walter turned to face the vampire behind him, only to have his mouth claimed
with bruising force.

Walter�s
muffled exclamation of surprise was quickly followed by a low moan, Alucard
smiled mentally as he felt the mortal tense up completely; and only when a
small amount of tension slid from the mortal did he move opening his mouth ever
so slightly, tongue sliding out to tease a response from the still shocked
mortal who was slowly responding. Slipping inside the mortal�s mouth he smirked
against the mortal when he felt Walter caress his tongue with his own and
unwittingly begin to move against him. The kiss deepened further quickley, and Alucard�s
grip on the Walter tightened. A husky purr resonated in the vampire�s throat, as
he felt a hand moved to tangle in his hair, long calloused
fingers disappering in the ebony mass, massaging against the immortal�s scalp
gently.

�You are never to old Shinigami,� he whispered mentally.

End of
Chapter One

Authoress Note: different to anything
I�ve wrote for this fandom before and I hope it wasn�t to out of character or
strange or . . . well anything negative really.

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