When Seras didn’t see the elderly man attending to Integra as he usually did, she went looking for him, a little concerned. She found him in his room, looking at something in his hand, a forlorn, yet loving expression on his face.
He started and looked up, his silvery-blue eyes oddly glazed, before he blinked and they cleared. He straightened up, closing his hands around the object in his hands.
“Yes, Lady Seras? Am I needed?” he asked. She shook her head.
“No, I was just wondering if you were alright.”
He gave her a kindly smile, “I’m perfectly fine. Just lost in old memories.”
Seras stepped into the room curiously. “But you looked sad.”
Walter gave a soft chuckle and he opened his hands again to look down at the object in them. Seras saw it was a locket, simple and oval shaped and a tarnished silver.
“I feel sad every time I open this locket. But I also feel so happy remembering….” He trailed off.
“Remembering…what?” she asked softly, curiously. He smiled and held the locket out to her. Surprised, Seras took it, looking inside it. Inside the locket was an old, yellowed picture of a young man and a woman. Seras quickly figured out that the man was Walter, about forty years younger, his black hair pulled back in a messy ponytail and his silvery eyes smiling up at her. The young woman he held so tenderly in his arms was smiling up at her as well, her eyes seeming to sparkle with humor and mischievousness.
“Who’s this?” she asked. “She’s pretty.”
“She was my wife.”
Seras looked up in surprise. Walter had a wife? This was news.
“That…was the last picture taken before she was killed,” he said softly. “She was four months pregnant with our first child.”
“I’m…I’m so sorry, Walter,” Seras said softly. “You must have loved her a great deal.”
“I did. She was my everything. When she died, I lost something inside of me as well,” he said, taking the locket back.
“How did you meet?” she asked. Walter smiled and chuckled.
“Believe it or not, it was around the time I joined the Hellsing Organization. I was fourteen and she was four years younger than me,” he smiled. “She was the daughter of the head maid. Such a sassy little brat she was.”
“Oh yes. The first time we met, I ended up arguing with her for an hour straight. Of course I felt silly afterwards, arguing with a ten year old, but what can you do?” he laughed.
“So…when did you two start dating?” Seras asked, smiling as she watched the old man.
“Oh, we didn’t start dating until she was twenty. She hated my guts growing up, couldn’t stand me. Probably because I teased her something terrible. She had left when she was fifteen to deal with problems with her father. She came back when she was eighteen and she had definitely grown up quite a bit,” Walter chuckled. “Of course, being a young man, I didn’t think too much on anything but how attractive she was. I actually didn’t recognize her, at first, until after I had started flirting with her. She told me she’d rather suck on a toad than to even consider going out with me and that’s when I knew who she was.”
“You must have been mortified.”
“Not really. Actually, I found it most amusing. I started to pursue her after that. I thought she was a saucy, sexy little vixen that I wanted to….well, in any case, those thoughts changed to something more intimate over the two years of trying to get her to go out with me,” Walter smiled in memory.
“What made her change her mind?” Seras asked.
“I saved her life.”
“She went out with you because you saved her life?” Seras asked, bewildered.
“Well, it was more of the circumstances following saving her life that had her agreeing to a date, but yes. She seemed to have had it in her head that I was just teasing her and really didn’t care about her. She had been attacked by some of Millenium’s vampires while out on an errand and I barely got to her in time…”
She honestly didn’t know why they hadn’t sent out Walter to do these ridiculous errands. She wasn’t even a maid, she was a secretary, and a barely able one at that. She gave a huff of annoyance, shifting her grip on the bag in her arms.
“Stupid Walter! Just because he’s Master Hellsing’s favorite, I swear…” (Y/n) muttered. Yeah, she was bitching because she didn’t want to do errands. It made her feel better.
(Y/n) sighed and turned down the dimly lit street that led to the bank. She was to drop off the last letter to the bank, then she could go back home. She made a face. Back home to that irritating man.
A low groan made her pause in surprise. Was there someone else out here? She looked around curiously, wondering where that noise had come from. “Hello? Is someone there?” she called out, hugging the bag against her chest. The low groan that answered sent chills down her spine.
(Y/n) turned, Master Hellsing would have to send out the letter in the morning. Whatever it was that was making that noise, she didn’t want to meet it.
A hand grabbed her shoulder suddenly, making her scream in surprise and drop the bag, turning to find the grey, dead face of a ghoul. She knew what it was, everyone that worked in the Hellsing Organization had to know. However, (Y/n) was not a fighter and she did not carry weapons on her.
She shoved at the ghoul, knocking it back and she turned to run. She was horrified to find that there were more behind her, looking hungry and eager. (Y/n) was surrounded and unarmed.
“Help! Somebody!” she shouted, backing up against the wall of the building she was beside, flinching when a ghoul reached out to grab her.
The ghoul’s arm seemed to explode and blood splattered on her white blouse, making her gasp.
“You ghouls truly don’t know any better, do you?” a familiar, smooth voice came from the shadows and she saw the glint of a monocle in the growing darkness.
“Hello, Sweetheart. I have to ask that you not move. I don’t want to get you entangled in my wires,” he said, as calm as you please. (Y/n) took note of the warning and she stayed pressed against the wall, watching at Walter sliced through the ghouls easily with his wires. She finally felt sick to her stomach and shut her eyes, listening to the blood splash as it hit the pavement and other bodies.
It grew silent and she hesitantly opened her eyes, jumping when she saw Walter standing right in front of her.
“You’ve certainly seen better nights,” he mused, reaching up to brush back a piece of hair from her forehead. “I told the Master it wasn’t safe to send you without me or Alucard.”
(Y/n) said nothing. For once, she agreed with him and, while that annoyed her, she was actually quite glad that Walter was there for once. It was comforting to have such a familiar face there.
“…(Y/n)? Are you alright?” Walter asked, his brows furrowing in concern. She shook her head and surprised the young man by wrapping her arms around his torso. “Sweetheart?”
“…I was scared…I thought I was by myself…I thought they were going to…” she trailed off with a whimper. Walter’s surprised expression softened and he wrapped his arms around her, offering her protection and comfort.
“I won’t let anything like that happen to you, (Y/n). You’re safe, I promise,” he murmured.
“….you really promise?” she asked, lifting her head to look up at him and Walter saw, for the first time, the vulnerable girl that she really was. He reached up and stroked her cheek softly.
“Yes. I really promise.”
It was mostly quiet as they walked home, the bag (Y/n) had dropped having been salvaged after the attack and in her arms again. She glanced at Walter from the corner of her eye, taking in his tall appearance. She had to admit to herself, Water really was quite handsome and she had secretly always thought so.
She quietly thought this, and the event that just happened, over in her mind, before she hesitantly said, “Hey Walter?”
“Mm?” He hummed, letting her know she had his attention.
“That…offer for dinner tonight….is it still open?”
“…two years after we started dating, we were married,” Walter said.
“Only two years? After all that time of not being able to stand you?” Seras exclaimed, a little amazed. He chuckled good-naturedly.
“Oh, I found out that she really had a crush on me the entire time. She just hadn’t cared for my egotistical attitude. My little vixen….she was something special,” he said with a sad smile. “She gave unconditional love and only ever expected that in return.”
“…how long were you two married?”
“Ten years,” he smiled brightly.
“It took ten years for her to get pregnant?” Seras asked, raising a brow.
“No, the idjits were too busy with Hellsing to think too much about a kid.”
Both Walter and Seras jumped in surprise.
“Alucard, that’s not a very nice thing to do,” Walter scolded as Alucard smirked from his position against the far wall. “Eavesdropping is quite rude.”
“My apologies. I heard you were talking about the vixen, so I was curious.”
“Oh, you knew her too, Master?” Seras smiled.
“Knew her? Yeah, who didn’t? She was a spitfire when pissed and boy was it fun to tick her off,” he laughed. Walter shook his head.
“You know she hated being teased.”
“Which was why I did it.”
“And Sam got onto you for it every time.”
Alucard gave a genuine smile at the mention of his previously long-lost mate.
“Yeah, now there’s a hellcat.”
“Even Sam knew her?”
“Sam and (Y/n) were best friends,” Alucard smiled. “It was hard to separate the two of them, really.”
“I usually kept her from getting into trouble,” Sam’s voice echoed from the doorway. “She was such a mouthy little witch, it’s amazing that Master Hellsing let her stay before you two were married.”
“Witch?” Seras questioned. “That’s not a very nice thing to call your friend.”
The other three chuckled.
“No, no. (Y/n) was an actual witch,” Alucard chuckled. “I believe another term was wicca, though her magic was much stronger than that.”
“Oh…you never mentioned that, Walter!”
“It was never brought up. She was never a fighter and she refused to use her abilities. (Y/n) didn’t care about being a witch, she just found it more a nuisance than anything,” Walter said. “(Y/n) only ever used her magic to heal. She was too gentle to use it against someone else.”
“Huh…so, moving on, why did you wait ten years to try to have a child?” Seras asked.
“Alucard somewhat summed it up. We were honestly very busy with the organization, it never really crossed our mind. And then out of nowhere, (Y/n) just tells me she wants to have a child and…well, a few months later, we found out she was pregnant,” Walter smiled warmly.
“He’ll never admit it, but during those few months, they were going at it like rabbits,” Alucard grinned, making Seras blush.
“Honestly, must you be so crude?” Walter scowled. “Well…at least I could say I made sure my woman was very, very satisfied.”
“Way too much information, Walter!” Seras whined, making him laugh as another memory flashed through his mind.
(AN: Now, there was a short lemon here, but as I've dealt with problems with DA in the past about this....it was best that I just cut it out. Sorry folks. Check out Ghosts of the Vanguard under Evil_Angel for the full story)
Walter smiled a little bit. He missed touching her soft skin and her sweet scent.
“Hm? Sorry, lost in thought again,” he chuckled.
Seras smiled a little, “Understandable.”
“We were so happy. I was going to be a father, (Y/n) a mother!”
“…but it wasn’t meant to be,” he murmured, his smile dying. He looked at the photo of his wife and himself, his hands resting on the tiny swell of her stomach. “Millennium found out that she was a witch. They wanted to use her, or experiment on her, I don’t really remember. They attacked her while she was out on an errand….they didn’t even care that she was pregnant.”
Walter’s lip trembled a little.
“She was so scared….they had her tied to a post when we got there. A witch’s weakness is fire and they somehow knew that. She looked so glad and relieved when she saw me, and I thought, ‘It’s going to be alright, they’re going to be just fine,’ and I freed her with my wires because I couldn’t get close enough yet….the one that captured her…I can’t think of his name, but his face haunts me still…he caught her as she ran to me…and ran her through with his sword twice. Once, through her lower stomach…and once through her chest.”
She had such a look of relief on her face as she ran towards him, Walter turned to embrace her when the Captain running the operation grabbed her. He turned her around to face him and Walter heard the sickening sound of a blade being shoved through flesh. He watched in horror as the sword tip pushed through her lower back, having entered from her lower stomach, where her womb was, before it was yanked out. She looked at the Captain, pleading desperately, but he had only laughed and ran her through again, this time through her chest.
Walter didn’t even realize it was his scream of rage and horror that echoed around them as he charged towards them, wrapping his wires around the Captain in a few short movements. (Y/n) fell as the Captain was yanked away, torn to shreds by the wires in a shower of blood. Walter didn’t care if the creature was still alive or not, he was focused on (Y/n), skidding in her blood as he stopped beside her, kneeling down to carefully take her in his arms.
She was still alive, but barely, her lovely dark eyes barely glittering as she looked at him. She gave him a soft, but weak smile.
“It…doesn’t…hurt…” she whispered. Walter felt hot tears start to fall down his cheeks. “I don’t…I don’t think the baby felt anything, either….it’s okay….”
“No, (Y/n) ….no, you can’t do this to me…” he whimpered.
“Shh…” She reached up and cupped his cheek, stroking it gently. “I love you, Walter.”
“I love you. Please don’t leave me.”
“….please kiss me,” she murmured. “Please, love.”
Walter swallowed a sob as he leaned down to kiss his wife one last time. He felt it when her heartbeat stopped and her last breath left her lungs and he pulled from the kiss to hold her still body against his chest, rocking back and forth as he let out a cry of anguish.
Walter looked up when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Sam stood beside him, her expression sad as she looked at him. He realized his cheeks were wet; he had been crying.
“She would have wanted you to move on, Walter. And you’ve done so beautifully,” she murmured. “(Y/n) was happiest with you, and it would have made her so glad to know you continued to live.”
“….it still hurts….knowing she’s not here with me….” He whispered. Sam sat down and hugged him, Seras joining the hug.
“I know,” Sam said softly. “But…you’ll continue on, Old man. Until Millennium is gone, right?”
Walter was quiet for a moment, and he felt the slightest tinge of guilt, before he looked up at her and gave a small smile.