Hello! This is my second fiction. I plan to make this an ongoing story… so this is only the first chapter. I enjoy getting reviews, so please feel free to write your thoughts on this piece.

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A sigh escaped the lips of a woman, from which a half burned out cigar limply hung. Integra Hellsing sat at her large oaken desk, her head bowed over some papers as she worked and smoked, her two usual habits that taxed her daily. It was an amusing thought that possibly Sir Integral Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing would die of lung cancer or stress rather than at the hands of some vampire or ghoul, creatures she fought without fear and hesitation.

Her ice blue eyes began to droop. It was late, and she still had so many papers to sign. Who knew that so much work would pile up after the defeat of the last battalion? Ashes dripped from the tip of her cigar onto the official looking document in front of her. Thoroughly tired and frustrated, she pushed the ashen paper to the side of her desk in an annoyed way.

She didn't feel quite herself this late hour. Maybe from hardly eating anything, or from overworking her already stressed out brain, or perhaps from chain smoking one too many expensive cigars… but all she knew was that she was tired out of her mind. She was not attired usually… her heavy, unflattering coat was slung over her chair, and her necktie laying limply on her desk. Her shirt was unbuttoned enough to show the cleavage made by her shapely, but underexposed breasts. Her pants were wrinkled, and she had kicked off her shoes, her sock clad toes wiggling absentmindedly in their woolen sheaths. In other words, she looked a tired, un-stately mess. It was most definitely time for some sleep.

As she stood up, the hairs on the back of her spine prickled in an uncanny way. Alucard. After living with him for over a decade, one becomes attuned to his presence.

"Servant… come out from wherever you are lurking… I am in no mood to play mind games."

A deep, airy chuckle was emitted from unseen lips. Then a shape began to materialize from the darkness in a corner. A tall frame loomed over her, silently padding towards her. The figure was unmistakable. The large, red coat the deep, luxurious color of blood, a necktie to match, a hat widely brimmed, and orange glasses that covered his crimson eyes. Topped off with shoulder length black hair that framed his pale, angular face, he stood in his full glory. Alucard. The no life king.

"Master…" He said in that languid, unsettling tone of his.

"You are no longer startled by me. You never cease to amaze. You become more like the undead every day… you are indeed very keen on who is in your presence. Very sharp…"

He chuckled again, the sound deep and reverberating. "…For a human."

Integra frowned, lines forming at the corners of her mouth.

"Do not compare me to an unholy median freak, Alucard. I am of no disposition to be trifled with. What do you want?"

"Master…"

Alucard uttered in a teasing way. He circled around to the front of her desk, so they stood face to face. He was at least a head taller than her, but that did not mean Integra was not a force to be reckoned with. She was as strong a woman as there ever was. Strong as steel, cold as ice, and unfeeling as any of the undead. Many wondered if she herself was one of the abominable creatures she hunted with such zeal, but those eyes… eyes that pierce like knives, eyes of an unearthly shade of blue, betrayed her. She was only human. But more than a match for anyone who may be stupid enough to challenge her.

"… I only came to wish you a good night. Have you seen what a beautiful evening it is? Why, the moon is positively radiant."

He crossed the room, and slid open a curtain, letting the pale moonbeams shine down into the lamp lit room. This soft, flattering light fell on Integra in a way that made her almost seem demure, the way it shone with ethereal brilliance off of her wheat hued hair, and caught her skin in a pale glow. Her neck, exposed by the lack of collar, was immaculate, long and elegant, in the half light.

Alucard, on a scale of one to ten, would rate his master's neck an eleven. Be this out of true affinity for the gentle curve of muscle and skin that connected her head to her shoulders, or out of partiality to Interga would remain a mystery.

"And I do enjoy what you wear this fine evening. You usually leave more to the imagination, but I enjoy the change of scenery. You should amend your wardrobe so that all of your outfits look like this."

Integra frowned, but made no motion to button up her blouse. Any such motion would show weakness… show that she didn't want to be seen like this, and that she wasn't on guard. And if there was one thing about Sir Integral Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing was that she was always on her guard.

The lines at the corners of her mouth deepened.

"Don't toy with me, Servant." She said, her tone taking on a snappish chord.

"If you have nothing useful to say, then leave. Now." Alucard smirked that insidious smile of his.

"Touchy this evening, aren't we. Could it be possible that it's because the Queen is throwing a ball in honor of you and your triumph over the Last Battalion?"

"Shut up, Alucard."

She hated it when he sifted through her mind. It made her feel stupid and exposed. A low growl rose in her throat.

"…But you know full well that this 'social' event is only put in place to try to find you a husband so you can continue the family line. Those bastards just won't leave you alone. You save the world and it still isn't enough… they want to get you a consort as well."

"Enough, Servant."

"And you don't even have a partner yet for the ball."
He made a tsking noise by clicking his elongated tongue against his sharp, pearly fangs.

"You think the master of the great and illustrious Hellsing organization would be competent enough to get a chauffeur…"

"ENOUGH!"

Integra's eyes blazed with a cold fury. She grabbed the letter opener off of her desk, the blade shining in the moonlight. She hurled the thing at him, and it hit him square in his chest with a sickening 'thud'. It had sunk three inches deep into his flesh.

Alucard laughed. Integra had known full well that such a trifling little weapon would not pose any danger. She threw the letter opener out of anger, not out of intent to kill. Alucard pulled the weak little weapon from his breast, the wound healing almost instantaneously. He dropped the letter opener on the ground beside him.

"You know, Integra. If you want me to go with you… all you need to do is ask."

"GET. OUT. NOW."

Her temper had rose to a boiling point. She would not have any more of his nonsense. She was of Hellsing blood. No damned creature of the night would make a mockery of her. Anger shone in her eyes like the extreme heat of a blue fire. Alucard bowed a low, sweeping bow before her, his hand making an outward motion as he completed the his regal acknowledgement of Integra's superiority.

"As you say, it shall be done, Master."

And with that statement, he fazed out of the room, leaving her presence.

Integra stood behind her desk, rubbing her temples. All this work, A stupid ball, an impending marriage to some stinking noble pig, and that annoying servant of hers who took such pleasure in vexing her. Honestly... who was he to imply that she would actually enjoy Alucard as her escort? He drove her mad most of the time, so she didn't even want to know how badly he possibly may behave at a social event. What had she done to disserve such trying ordeals and company?

She brought her hand to her face and rubbed her temples tiredly as she picked up her coat and headed for the hallway, shuffling in her shoes that were only half on her feet. She more than needed some sleep.

Alucard stalked around the manor, with no aim in particular to this little walk. His treacherous grin was still plastered to his face. Master. He loved see her loose her temper. Integra was a hardworking, stoic creature of habit, with a fury that anyone would cower before. She was positively radiant with anger when she lost her temper. It was a glorious sight to behold. Integra was prone bursting into fits of rage now and again. She certainly was an enigma to work with. And truth be told, Alucard wouldn't have it any other way. She couldn't have been more perfect.

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...And, Finito! At least... for the first chapter. I plan this to be a rather long story, so bear with me on it. Please send me a review telling me how you liked this first installment.

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