Quixotic [Alucard x reader] 3Quixotic [Alucard x reader] 3 by earthpoem
"I'll be a monster in human form."
[F/n] stands outside the mansion with the woman she’s supposed to protect with the other Organization members, Samantha, and a younger version of Samantha, probably a younger sister. Integra stands besides Walter a couple of feet away from them, watching the interactions taking place before three cars, lined up and ready to move on.
Samantha gets into the first car, and the little girl, probably around the age or twelve or so, is about to do the same before [F/n] blanches and groans.
“Boss,” she turns to Integra with an irritated expression and a voice to match, “you didn’t tell me a little girl’s going to come along.”
“My name is Ingrid!” The girl says to [F/n] before climbing in the car.
“Brat,” [F/n] mutters under her breath.
She is about to get in the second one when Walter’s voice reaches her ears from behind her.
“[F/n],” he calls her name, causing her to turn an
Quixotic [Alucard x reader] 2Quixotic [Alucard x reader] 2 by earthpoem
Bang, bang, bang.
Regular, lead bullets- not silver bullets, but regular bullets- sink into the target located on the other end of the room.
Bang, bang, bang.
A few sink into the chest where the heart would be, a few sink into the head where the brain would be.
Bang, bang, click.
The gun runs out of bullets.
[F/n], who had been using the regular gun- which was, once again, not designed to be used against the supernatural- lowers it in her grasp and turns to look at Walter.
“Very nice,” he says to her.
“Yeah yeah,” she shrugs, “this gun used to be my favorite, but now its not.”
“Oh? Why not?”
“Because it’s not designed to kill vampires or ghouls!” She raises her voice in anger. “How much damage am I gonna do with this thing if I’m now a member of this Organization?!”
She walks towards Walter and says, “I’ve been here for an entire week and I’m stuck wi
Quixotic [Alucard x reader] 1Quixotic [Alucard x reader] 1 by earthpoem
A young woman sits in a chair across from Sir Integra’s desk in the Hellsing Organization building. Her arms are crossed, her eyes cast down to her lap, and a distasteful frown is smeared across her face. One of her leg bounces furiously, as if she is either anxious or about to explode and is trying to keep her cool about something.
“So you say you were trying to take part in an illegal arms trade? That is why you were in the exact place as my men?” Integra asks her.
“That’s what I said,” the young female responds in a low voice, “it was a deal of a lifetime, and your men fucked it up by joining us.”
“That is how you see it then, hmm?” Integra asks slowly, as she puffs on a freshly lit cigar. The smoke she exhales creatures a curtain between the two females, giving the boss a dark glow about her face and ghostly white locks. “We fucked things up for you, when we actually saved your life.”
“I never said anythi
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