dear_mun | A bored vampire is a dangerous vampire.

Well your complete outrage at the suggestion for one thing.

[ He looks entirely amused right now. Cheek resting on two fingers as he watches. It's good to know he hasn't lost his touch. ]

[Hey. That's justifying your hunch with information produced after the fact. That's CHEATING.]

I only got angry AFTER you said it!!

[ And when does he ever play fair. ]

Yet there is some truth to it. You're still fuming.

[ Tap, tap goes his finger. ]

Should guess why?

[Never. This is why the butler blows up at him so often.]

No!! You'll just come up with some wild accusation out of the blue so you can rile me up even more!!

[ Oh he can do that anyway~

Like so: ]

I see. There's only one mystery here. Are you jealous of me or for me?

[ If he can't shoot up the city, he might as well have some fun. ]

[The vampire just had to go there, didn't he. Hopefully he enjoys the feel of Walter's wires on his neck as part of the response.]

How dare you say such a thing, you bastard...!

[ Enjoy may be debatable, but he certainly doesn't seem to mind. Both hands catch the strings putting Walter in the position of having to possibly fight the vampire's strength to finish the job. ]

I don't here any denials, Angel.

[SMIRK]

YOU KNOW DAMN WELL I'D NEVER WASTE MY TIME WITH A LOT OF STRUMPETS LIKE THAT!!

[Which is why Arthur essentially has to sneak behind his back to invite whores over. Of course, he has also just unintentionally given away the subject of his jealousy-- but he doesn't seem to notice, as he is presently too bent on trying to fight against his partner's vastly superior strength in order to strangle him.

Naturally, it's a useless endeavour to begin with as Alucard has no need to breathe, but the idea of it strikes Walter as an appealing way to relieve his stress. And at the moment, he is very stressed.]

So you do miss me.

[ The vampire’s hands twist in the wires again without care for whatever pain they might cause. Then it’s a quick jerk on them when he stands. Oh can taunt Walter further. In fact if the look of his eyes anything by which to judge, it’s practically on the tip of his tongue. ]

[There's a little more slack in the wires now that Alucard is standing, the butler having made the choice to let out the lines a bit instead of resorting to the ridiculous position of reaching up high above his head or standing on his toes in order to maintain his angle of attack.]

Didn't I already tell you that?!

[Well, no he didn't. But he did make it about as clear as a giant sign painted on the side of a building. He doesn't tend to speak of the prospect of rescuing someone he doesn't want to see, after all; it's counter-productive.]

That isn't entirely the point.

[ His gaze runs the length of the wires and back. Should he let Walter cut off his head - again? Decisions. This time he opts to forgo decapitation, solving the impasse by taking his more diminutive stature. ]

You know if you weren't so skittish about sex, it wouldn't be half this easy to stir your rage.

[Their target escaped and the young butler not so vexed enough to set them upon the vampire again, Walter retracts the wires, shifting his frustration into taking on a more rigid posture as his gloved hands clench into tight fists.]

I'm not skittish about sex. I just don't want to have it.

[Or have anyone near him having it. Cleaning up after Arthur's visitations has given him a particularly keen distaste for such activities.]

[ Meanwhile Alucard wonders if Walter plans on tensing up enough to snap his own spine. His head tilts, dark hair spilling and swirling around a face discordantly young. ]

Call it what you like.

[ A diminutive, white gloved hair waves in the air and Alucard slips over, hands on his hips. ]

It still disgusts you.

[ And yes it amuses him that his partner eschews such a human activity - Arthur's tastes aside. ]

[Walter, on the other hand, is growing increasingly more uncomfortable with the situation. It is as though his internal trap alarm is going off, but he can't quite pin where the vampire is headed with his remarks.]

Do you have a point to this astounding observation or are you just waffling about to get on my nerves?

[ And there is something oddly refreshing that he can still make Walter uncomfortable at all. Alucard crosses his arms and one brow lifts in a mockery of delicacy. ][ The look in his eyes sharpens and Alucard's grin is as lethal as ever, but he says nothing else. ]

[It's a pity he can't think of anything to change the subject to at the moment. Otherwise, he would have shifted the conversation to a more agreeable topic.

However, anything at all is better than silence. With a shrug, he forces himself to relax his posture.]

Would you have me be any different? Like Arthur, perhaps?

[ Alucard's hands sweep out, dainty fingers splayed and slightly curled. A beckoning, a warning, or both. ]

Different isn't for me to decide.

[ From anyone else it might seem like a non-answer, a dodge. This however is Alucard and he's always maintained that the world of humans isn't his. ]

That's something you'll have to answer.

So Angel, do you want to be a monster?

[The gesture Alucard makes towards Walter strikes the butler as vague, in the least. But coupled with the question that sounds uncannily like an offer, he interprets the outstretched hands in a similar manner; an offer, or a bait.

Accustomed to moving in tandem with his partner, Walter matches physical action with physical reaction, stepping forward and taking one of the hands into one of his own even as he responds with rejection to the idea of becoming a monster.]

No. I want to be human.

[ Touch is not common in the vampire’s life. Alucard has nothing in particular against it or for it. It is simply not often felt due to the fact that most knew instinctively that a predator walked among them; one all too willing to end their lives. Those he did touch tended to not last past the moment. So this is odd – not uncomfortable, just odd. For all that Walter is his partner, he is also quite human.

Unafraid, true, but still human. It’s something incongruous that catches the vampire’s attention briefly; something on which he thinks before chuckling low. Slim fingers flex, applying pressure to the back of Walter’s hand – pressure, not pain. ]

Then live.

Am I not doing that already?

[A mirror to his partner's movement, Walter's fingers curl tighter about the vampire's hand. It should strike him as odd, to be this close to a vampire in such a companionable way, but it doesn't. Proximity and connection to this one Undead feels as natural to him as breathing. Having that companionship taken away and limited is what feels unnatural to him; what fuels his distaste for the so many others who now get to have his partner's company, however lacking in quality it is for them.

It's time he should have. Not them.]

Are you?

[ Alucard cannot honestly say. His own human life was centuries ago and what he remembers of it (or cares to) is just as steeped in death. Aware of it and his own skewed nature, he remains perhaps oddly silent on the subject.

What he does know with certainty is that remain human around him in spirit is a task of which few have the strength to achieve. Yes there are times he wonders if Walter, bearing a nature almost as ruthless as his own, will remain so.

He’s still, unnaturally unmoving without the need to breath or the instinctive changes in position one of the living might have. It breaks when he inhales. He might not need air to live, but it is required to speak. ]

A natural hunter.

I suppose have a talent for it.

[To have become skilled enough to have earned the moniker "Angel of Death"-- and at such a young age-- he would have to have had at least some small measure of natural aptitude. And though his particular type of hunting doesn't feed him like it does his partner, Walter does take his share of enjoyment from it. It is both thrilling and satiating to him; a balm to the persistent anger that burns inside of him. It has become something of a learned instinct, much as his talent for tasks of a decidedly more domestic quality-- though by far the more pleasurable of the two.]

Or were you driving at something else?

[Living one's life to the fullest, perhaps. It's a thought that brings many other thoughts to mind, finally breaking the youth's sour mood and prompting a smile to stretch across his lips.]

[ Alucard watches the shape of Walter’s smile and it isn’t the same as what he’s used to seeing. When Walter smiles on the battlefield, it can hardly be called a settled expression. Which is why a dark brow lifts in silent question accompanied by the slight tilt of his head and the subtle shift of his fingers over the back of Walter’s hand. ]

What is it Angel?

[ As is typical, the vampire skips Walter’s question in favor of his own. ]

[It's a rare moment when Walter feels truly at peace, and right now, verging on the periphery of one of those moments, Walter indulges in it to the full extent possible. But for the spark of mischievousness in his voice, one might even say he looks serene.]

I was thinking of all the things I'd like to drag you into doing.

[Watching films at the cinema. Dancing. Designing new and increasingly more destructive weapons. A multitude of decidedly human activities that most wouldn't even dare imagine the vampire doing. But if Walter is going to do them, he prefers not to go at it alone-- and being that the butler holds so few attachments to anyone else, who better than his partner to indulge in such activities with?]

[ At peace around something like him. It's in Walter's expression even if there is a note of something less collected. ]

And these things are?

[ Curious not wary. What, after all, would he ever need to side step? ]

d'awww Walter

And now I must go run an errand. I shall return later.

Okies!

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This is why Walter can't have normal friends anymore.

He does work for Hellsing. There is no normal!

This is true. But even most people serving Hellsing die when their heads are cut off.

Well he's more interesting that way.

You might have a point there!

And a more fun target.

That I cannot deny. He has a very amusing temper.

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Wohoo look at my html fail... gah sorry

It happens to the best of us.

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I need to stop writing things at such odd hours. The typos start creeping in.

Yes they will do that. Homophones are the bane of my existence lately.