More Integra Alucard-y-ness. I enjoy writing them when she's younger and it's not quite romantic. These drabbles are just very fun for me to write and so I keep doing them, mostly because right now i'm incredibly inspired. Hopefully you all enjoy them too. Read and Review Please:D
Disclaimer: Hellsing and related characters do not belong to me but to their repected owners. These ideas however, are all mine.
Integra moaned in her bed. She rolled around like a helpless creature. Like a butterfly with its wings removed. She sat up breathing heavily and called for her butler. Integra was sick. She felt her temperature rising with each tick of the clock in her bedroom. She called for Walter again and when he did not answer she climbed out of bed in her chiffon nightgown and padded out into the dark hallway. The Hall reached endlessly into the darkness and she frowned at it. Her feet felt cold on the checkered tile of the hallway. The moonlight shone through a window in the opposite direction of the darker portion of the hall.
"Walter!" she called and when no response, no clicking of fine leather shoes on tile, came she fumed and began down the hallway. "I'm sick!" she yelled and her voice rebounded off the polished wood around her.
"If you're ill you should stay in bed," a voice behind her said and Integra spun around to look at the vampire. "Are you a child? Why all the shouting at this ungodly hour, Master?"
Alucard smirked at her and Integra frowned. "Where's Walter? I'm sick," she told her pet and began her trek back to her bedroom.
"Ah, he is sleeping no doubt. This is the middle of the night," The vampire followed behind his master. When she shut her bedroom door in his face he simply walked through it, still smirking.
"Who will bring me medicine?" Integra asked and suddenly she did feel very childish. She had relied on her father and Walter so much that she found she couldn't do anything herself. She was almost thirteen and she was still expecting Walter to administer medication. She turned around and left her bedroom again. "I'll get it myself," Integra decided and left the vampire standing in her bedroom.
Time passed and the vampire stood waiting for his little master in the bedroom. When she did not return he ventured down to the infirmary himself and found her on the floor. Without a word the vampire scooped her up and made his way back up the stairs with her. She was sick, he could tell. Her body was much to warm in his arms and she was sweating even in the cool air of the manor.
Alucard took the girl into her bedroom and set her into her bed gently. She moaned and rolled over. "I'm so cold, Alucard." she whined and he pulled the covers to her chin. Then, with careful precision he pulled a white glove from his hand, finger by finger, and placed a cold hand to his master's forehead. She calmed and smiled slightly.
"Thank you…" she whispered and soon fell back into a deep sleep. She dreamed of the vampire sitting next to her all night watching her and the moon alternately, but when she awoke she only found flu medication on her bedside table and a vacant chair.