Alucard lazily drifted through his master's floor and into her desk. He surprised to find that she wasn't at her usual spot with a mound of papers in front of her. He looked around the wood-paneled room and saw her standing in front of the picture of her father. He grinned wickedly and phased to be on the other side of the wall from the painting, then smiled and stepped through the canvas. He ground his teeth when he found that she had gone back to her desk. Integra looked up smirking.

"Can't seem to find me, eh?" she questioned, laughing slightly.

Alucard growled. "I'm bored," he whined, suddenly.

"You have no right to be…," Integra commented.

"That doesn't change the fact that I am," the No-Life-King complained.

"Alright then, If you're so bored…," she paused then grinned, "Truth or dare?"

Alucard smiled, which was really quite creepy, then said. "Dare."

"I dare you to eat a pickle," she said snickering so much it looked like it hurt.

The vampire gasped and turned pale….er. "B…b…b…ut," he stuttered. He blushed angrily when he saw Integra laughing at him. "Fine," he snarled.

"Walter!" the head of Hellsing called. A few seconds later Walter entered, bowing slightly.

"Yes?" he asked panting.

"I would like you to fetch me a pickle," Integra requested. If Walter was confused by this request he didn't show it. He bowed again and left the room.

"Why are you doing this to me?" Alucard complained loudly.

"You said you were bored," Integra commented, raising a single eyebrow, "Beside, you're the one who said dare."

Alucard sighed, "But still…" At that moment Walter re-entered the room carrying a tray that held a single pickle. Integra grinned evilly.

"Go on," she said gesturing to the green specimen with a gloved hand. The No-Life-King trod forward slowly. He hesitantly picked up the pickle between his thumb and fore-finger. A look of pure revulsion crossed his face. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and bit the pickle. His face twisted in disgust as he slowly began chewing. After about thirty seconds he swallowed then eyed the pickle.

"Only four bites left," he judged darkly.

Integra was dying with mirth, "Enough!" she cried, "Enough. You don't have to finish. That was good enough," she held up a small, silver camera. "This is too good," she chortled, toggling through the pictures. Alucard gasped and stared, wide-eyed, at the camera.

"No way," he murmured. The grinned and held up the same camera in his own hands. "Same model," he snickered. "Truth or dare?"