Home sweet home.

Artemis had stumbled upon the room that had been marked down for it.
"Clean, too clean."
It complained slightly as it rustled through the assorted books that clad the walls.

Poking the cushioned bed with a long boney finger.
"Not at all what I had hoped for."
The creature exhaled slightly in dissatisfaction.

Artemis busied itself with poking around the room.
Grumbling to itself as it trudged graveyard dirty across the carpet.

The creature was not a clean one, when you spend your life in morgues and graveyards you don't pay attention to trivial things like showering.

Not like a little soap and hot water would help anyway.
Artemis, through no fault of its own constantly had a lingering smell of decomposing surrounding it.

Artemis looked around as if not knowing where the voice came from, turning to face the bed where it had been standing moments ago.
"No need to yell." Cooed the creature, its rasping sickly voice hushed in comparison.

Its gloved boney hand reached out toward to handsome male...

"Such a pretty thing making such a horrible commotion."
The creatures body creaked and gritted as it move despite the fact its movements looked so fluid and effortless.

Artemis withdrew its hand back into the sleeves of its robe, clearly understanding that its actions had upset the young male.

"My deepest apologies,
My name is Artemis and yes I am a Necromancer.
Amongst other things." It replied, dropping into a bow.

The creature walked to the wardrobe and pulled out a blanket using the cane it constantly carried, being sure not to infect it with its touch.

"If it is your wish Sir, I could reside in the morgue."

The creature spoke in a much smoother tone as it presented the blanket to the shivering man.

"Thank you, Hellsing Guilliaume."
It replied with a nod as it looked at the space he has suggested.
The necromancer chose the space that was the most far away from Hellsing, choosing not the bother the man with his smell or messy habits.

Artemis looked at its appointed room, empty, it started to place what little possessions it owned onto the variety of shelves and draws, that being a few vials of various elixirs, and a few ratty old books.

It did not even have a change of clothes to unpack. Artemis never did have time for material belongings, instead focusing on the research it conducted.

It had been a few days since Artemis had set foot in his room.
He'd spent his time in the infirmary, healing after finally getting his old body back.
His wore new clothes, and at last was able to tidy himself up, the pungent stench of decay had left him.
Apart from his skills in necromancy and his immortality he was as closer to being human then any other soul within the estate.
He brushed his hand over his face and through his hair, looking at himself in the mirror.
The mask he once wore was now long gone, he had no simpler pleasure than just being able to see, and to be seen.
Sighing happily he dropped to his bed, the whole ordeal his zapped his energy from him and he found himself constantly weary.

"Hellsing Guilliaume."
Artemis spoke, his voice no longer rasped or struggled, he spoke clearly and smoothly now.
"I dare say you no longer recognize me."
He strode over to his wardrobe, fishing out his old mask, he could not bare to throw it away so he had stashed it away.
Placing it over his face for the last time he turned to face Hellsing.

Artemis sighed softly and put the mask away, he hated that thing, thought wearing something so intrusive for two hundred year will always spark hatred for it.
"I dare say I do not normally make the acquaintance of other necromancers.
I day say Mr. Raoul was the first other necromancer I have met..."
Artemis was too tired to prove it was him, instead deciding to simply lay back on his bed, closing his eyes.
It had been a very long week.

"Ow..."
Artemis said simply after the book hit him in the side of the face.
He sat up rubbing his head softly, looking back at the man, not out of annoyance but instead offering him a small smile.
"I apologize, I fear fatigue is getting the better of me.
Why is this unknown necromancer of such importance? If it is not too bold to ask."
He said, setting the book on his bedside table.

Artemis let out a yawn and shook his head.
"No it's fine.
I would consider Raoul a friend of mine, he is the one who helped me put my body back together after centuries of decay.

If he is not the necromancer you are looking for I am sure he has met enough of us in his time to be able to help you find the one you are looking for.
That is, if you want to."

Artemis was a little taken back by how frantic Hellsing had become.
"I have known him for a few days, since my arrival at the estate.
That man saved my life and risked his own helping me get my body back.
He did not ask for anything in return."

He said scratching his head.
"He has given me no reason to distrust him, I am the opposite to you Hellsing,
I trust people until they prove themselves untrustworthy."

Artemis shrugged softly.
"It's obvious my words don't mean much to you, but if you want to meet him I would be more than happy to take you to him.
If not then that is your choice."
He said with a smile as he brushed some hair out of his eyes.