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| Every Good Boy Deserves A Favor |
| by Matoska |
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Every Good Boy Deserves A Favor Chapter 3 Seras Victoria had winced as Sir Integra screamed her Master’s name. She could feel the fury rolling off Integra in palpable waves. Seras had never seen her commander this angry in her two years at Hellsing. Sure Integra was frequently angry at Alucard for one thing or another but this was like an earthquake measuring a 10.9 on the Richter scale! As Integra rushed past Seras, most likely heading to Alucard’s cell in the dungeon, Seras was inexplicably afraid. She wasn’t sure if she was afraid for Sir Integra or her Master but she was terrified for some unknown reason. Seras took off after Integra while also calling for Walter. If anyone could diffuse a really bad situation between Integra and Alucard, it was Walter. Walter was suddenly right behind Seras and inquired of her what was going on. As they followed Integra and headed for the sublevels, Seras filled Walter in on the mission, her report and Sir Integra’s sudden fury. Walter paled but continued on. If Dr Harker was who he suspected she was Integra could very well burst a blood vessel while trying to kill Alucard with her bare hands. Walter wisely decided to keep this thought to himself while silently praying beyond all hope that he was wrong in his assumption. Harker was a rather common surname after all and the London & surround area phone book had quite a list of Dr Harkers in it. He had checked once. The moment had arrived as Sir Integra stopped, threw open a cell door and bellowed in her fury. Seras and Walter were right behind her as she entered the cell. Alucard was sitting slumped over in a chair beside his ebony coffin that did not have the lid on it. Upon having his ears pierced by his Master screaming his name, he stiffened upright in the chair but just sat there. Seras and Walter both thought this odd until the beautiful woman sat up in the coffin and looked at Alucard. Integra sucked in a breath between clenched teeth and hissed, “Monster, explain yourself at once!” The woman then looked from Integra to Seras finally settling her sapphire blue eyes on Walter as a smile that could light up any room set upon her face. “Uncle Walter!” she exclaimed as Walter’s spirits sunk further. It was as he had feared. Alucard had found his goddaughter Elizabeta. For once in his life Walter was at a loss. flashback A much younger than present Walter walks beside a tall man with medium brown hair. The vampire Alucard had just been locked away in the dungeon by Sir Arthur Hellsing. Both Walter and Sir Hellsing’s cousin Joseph Abraham Harker were not happy with Arthur’s decision. “I’m leaving Hellsing, Walter.” Joseph stated bluntly. “I am not cut out for this life, if you can call it that. I also cannot stomach what Abraham and Arthur have done to Vlad. It is inhuman even for a vampire. Now with this imprisonment Vlad will lose what little sanity he had left after all the experiments. Such a terrible waste of knowledge and assistance.” Walter couldn’t argue with that. He had known Joseph since he first came to Hellsing, and only slightly longer than he has known Alucard. He too felt it was unfair to lock Alucard away after all the fighting the two of them had done during the war and even after. Walter knew Alucard had a lot more power than he actually exhibited but he never believed as Arthur did that the vampire was a great threat to anyone; at least not as long as he was commanded not to be a threat. Still Walter could not help but argue with the point of Joseph leaving. “What will you do and where will you go Joe?” Walter asked a bit needier than he would have liked to sound. “I believe I will travel a bit Walter.” Joe replied. “Vlad has been rather generous to me, unknown to Abraham and Arthur of course. I think I’ll go to Romania a while and take in the country he speaks so fondly of. I would like to learn more of him from the people who knew of him. I don’t take anything Abraham or Arthur have said or written as fact after getting to know Vlad these past 50 some odd years.” “I agree that Alucard has not been quite the picture of pure evil the Hellsings have painted, although I have fought alongside him and he is quite the fierce warrior” Walter mused aloud. Joseph agreed but try as Walter did he would not be swayed to stay. Soon Walter was alone at Hellsing. He threw himself into his work to forget his friends. Until 6 years later when the telegram came from Romania. As Walter stepped off the train and looked upon the sorrow filled face of his friend he couldn’t help but feel the loss of the past 6 years fall upon him like a lead weight. Walter hugged his friend Joseph and the two cried for all they had both lost. Joseph took Walter back to his modest home just outside of Tirgoviste in Romania. Joseph told Walter how he had met and married a local gypsy woman and that she had died in a car crash while visiting her family to the north near the ruins of Poenari fortress. She had been 8 months pregnant with his child and now they were both believed to be dead. Walter was to accompany Joseph to the closest town Arefu to identify and claim the body. The trip north was a quiet one. Walter mused that Joe still appeared younger than his 77 years but there were signs that his age was catching up to him. Walter noted the death of his young wife was really taking a toll on Joe. Once they arrived in Arefu they were taken to the local hospital. To their astonishment they were taken not to the morgue but the pediatric ward. There the nurse on duty brought the baby neither expected to be alive out to them. Elizabeta, as the nurse called her, was the most beautiful thing either of them had ever laid eyes on. The perfect little baby girl reached out and cooed as Joseph brought his hand up to feel that she was real. After several joy filled minutes of shedding tears of happiness did they both realize that the nurse had introduced the child as Elizabeta. Walter pulled the nurse aside to inquire who had named the child, secretly hoping for Joe’s sake the initial report was wrong and his wife survived. The nurse then told Walter the story of Elizabeta’s most extraordinary birth. Some local gypsies were encamped not far from the crash site and heard the noise. Several men went to investigate and pulled their kinswoman from the smoldering wreckage. Her neck had been snapped and she had died instantly. The men took her back to their camp to get a wagon to take the body to the closest town but the eldest gypsy, a woman named Tatiana, insisted they remove the outer clothing. She then cut the baby from the dead mother and rubbed it by the fire until it amazingly started to cry. It was then, more than an hour after the crash that she raised the baby in the air and announced that their beloved Princess Elizabeta had finally returned. The hospital and police officials fearing reprisals (or worse, curses) had the local Romanian Orthodox priest christen the child Elizabeta. Joseph didn’t hear the story and didn’t care. His daughter, later known as Elizabeta Wilhelmina Murray Harker, was alive and seemingly healthy. Nothing else mattered.
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