A Twist of fate

Return

 Well here is the fourth chapter. I hope you all enjoy it! Although it's not that interesting at the moment... oh well, who cares! Just enjoy.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hellsing or any of the characters (wish I did)

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'text' = thought

"text" = speech

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Chapter Four: Return

"Sir Hellsing, they're back!" William announced as he entered the study. He stood up straight with his hands behind his back. Arthur paused reading the paper in his hand and turned around in his seat to look at his butler. 

 "Ah thank you." Arthur thanked as placed the paper down and started to stand. "Would you like to walk with me William?" he asked as he walked towards the door where his head butler still stood.

"Of course, sir Hellsing," William replied with a slight bow as Arthur walked by him. 

"Fantastic!" Arthur laughed as he stepped into the hallway. William closed the door and followed Arthur down the hall. The two then headed down the stairs to the first floor. They then headed to the front door. William then opened the door. When the door opened, Arthur was surprised by the sight before him.

Walter was sitting there on Alucard's coffin, bloody and battered, smoking a cigarette. There was blood running down his face and right arm. His left arm was broken; he had a deep wound on his left side and was covered in bruises. "Bloody hell Walter, what happened?!" Arthur asked, completely baffled by the sight of his young butler. Walter looked at him tiredly and slowly stood up.

"I just ran into some unexpected trouble, that's all," Walter answered as he removed his cigarette from his mouth using his right hand, wincing as pain shot through his arm, and exhaled a puff of smoke. "William, do me a favor and drag this bloody bastard down to the basement please." Walter, somewhat, pleaded tiredly. 

"Of course little brother," William responded with a small smile before moving to grab the black coffin. William was relieved to see his brother back safe and sound.

 "Call our private doctor while you're at it, William," Arthur ordered as William dragged the coffin inside. 

"Already done sir!" William called in response as he started down towards the basement.

Arthur then ushered Walter inside. Once inside the doors closed and the two headed upstairs to Walter's room. "So, what exactly happened?" Arthur asked as they walked. 

"We were most unfortunate to encounter a werewolf while we were in Poland," Walter answered. Arthur looked at his butler with wide eyes.

"A werewolf you say!? I didn't know there were any left, and in Poland of all places." Arthur muttered. 

"Yes, he seemed like the last of his kind," Walter added. 

"Incredible." Arthur started, "what was he like?" he asked his butler. 

"He was incredibly strong and agile; I could hardly land a hit on the creature," Walter replied. 

"I see. So, besides your encounter with the werewolf, what happened?" Arthur asked. Walter didn't answer right away as he debated on what to say. 'I'll just tell him what I know he wants to hear.' Walter thought.