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Dangerous Minds	By : Countess_Millarca Category: Hellsing > Het - Male/Female Views: 5132 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Integra had spent the last hour composing a list of orders the perpetual menace in the basement had to obey during her absence. Finally, feeling satisfied with the outcome, she reread it for good measure, in order to ensure she had not forgotten anything crucial.

Dear degenerate,

You are not permitted to leave the premises of the mansion under no direct orders. Should you fail to comply, impalement will sound too light a torture compared to what awaits you. I believe you have heard of the talent show "Got to Dance" before? Be prepared, for I will make you participate as a contestant with an outfit of my choosing!

You are not to communicate with me for any reason, telepathically or otherwise. That includes enticing dreams, seductive projections or even suggestive phone calls. If you invade my mind even for a moment, you will be assaulted by an image of me wrapped in the arms of a very naked Legolas. For your information, I always carried a torch for the irresistible elf, ever since I saw "Lord of the Rings" for the first time. Take that!

You are forbidden from harming physically or psychologically any inhabitant or visitor of the mansion, as an outlet for your pent up frustration and ire. For all I care, you can slowly and agonizingly burn in hell until I return.

Yours truly (dream on),

Integra A.K.A. your Master

Well, that certainly ought to be enough. Surely, even he would not find a loophole in these conditions. He would be forced to wait patiently and grudgingly for her return, whilst she discovered the pleasures of normal male company. She laughed evilly at that, just imagining his expression, when she came back and informed him with every excruciating, little detail of her future wicked encounters with many representatives of the opposite sex.

Feeling overwhelmed with tiredness, she decided to call it a night and retire to her room. Without doubt, Walter would have taken care of all the trivialities of the trip, so the only thing left was to pack up a suitcase. Entering her room, she went straight for her wardrobe, only to realize, much to her dismay, that apart from provocative underwear – her little, dirty secret - she did not own even a shred of feminine clothing. Oh well, she could always go shopping upon her arrival, without having to explain her actions to nosy servants. That was another reason she was delighted at the prospect of this travel. She would finally be alone. Oh the joy!

Clearly contented, she buried herself under the covers and allowed her body and mind to be pulled into a blissfully, dreamless slumber for the first time in many days…

Alucard had been in sour mood, ever since Integra had thrown the "bomb" in his face and disappeared from his sight. He had spent the last two hours contemplating and pacing around in his chambers. Wait, what? Since when did he pace? Apparently, the aggravating female had a unique way of getting under his skin without his permission or knowledge, forcing him to behave in a most uncharacteristic manner…

"This is not the first time this has happened..." an irritating, treacherous voice informed him mockingly. Alucard stubbornly refused to acknowledge it.

It was, nonetheless, undeniably true. The last time had occurred a week ago, when he had the itching urge to tease her a little, as usual. However, without his conscious consent, matters had progressed far beyond what he had planned, upon intruding her mind. He had no desire to discover how divine she looked, screaming her pleasure underneath him, lest he became further entrapped in this forbidden bond. Yet, that exactly had happened and now images of their passionate union continued to haunt him ever since. Not that she would ever know it, if he could help it. Damn his lack of control!

That was the hidden reason as to why he had refrained from having any kind of contact with her for the past week. However, that did nothing to cease the torturing dreams that plagued him, when he briefly rested. The only comfort he had was the knowledge that she was as much affected by his involuntary mistake as he was. Oh…the image she had conjured when she had stormed in his chambers and stumbled upon his semi-nude form. The daring, little harlot could put to shame many renowned courtesans of his time. It had used up every last ounce of his self restrain not to pounce on her, when she was so blatantly devouring him with those lust-filled, burning azure orbs. And then, she had done the unthinkable. She had accounted her obvious attraction to her lack of interaction with worthy males and she had proceeded to remedy that, by announcing she was going on a vacation; alone. That nerve of her knew no bounds…

Feeling his blood boiling and yearning for the release he had denied himself the past few days, he made his way to the training area, where many men of Hellsing's military staff were meticulously training at the moment. He roared his frustration at the infuriating woman, engaging in a heated battle with them, leaving the majority a bruised, bloody heap moaning pathetically in the end. And still, he was not appeased…

Perhaps a large consumption of blood would be enough to quench the thirst that ravaged his body. He hurried through the mansion's corridors, towards the kitchen, even though, deep down he knew his hunger would persist to torture him for the rest of the night, even if he drank himself to oblivion. Wretched, unwanted emotions… Because, he was certain now, that there was no other explanation for his bizarre state of mind. After a century, the No Life King had returned to life…

Integra woke up with a jolt at the irritating sound of her alarm clock. Why she had chosen the main music theme of "Psycho" was beyond her at this time. She made a mental note to change the disturbing melody as soon as possible. She had precisely two hours to get ready to depart. Walter had already taken care of everything, including passing the list she had made to her intolerable servant. No, she was not a coward. She just wanted to avoid a straining confrontation with Alucard, which would end with her being cranky for the rest of the day. She had made a decision to keep the arrogant prick out of her thoughts from now on and she would be damned if she did not keep it.

So she had taken her morning shower, eaten a healthy breakfast and was now standing outside the huge manor trying to calm a rather emotional Walter.

"Do not fret so much, Walter. I will be back before you even notice I am missing" she informed the now teary-eyed elder male.

"I know, Sir Integra. However, I wish you would allow at least me to accompany you. You have never gone anywhere without me before and I was sure this time would not be an exception" Walter exclaimed, nearly sobbing.

"I have never seen Walter at such a vulnerable state. I wonder if males go through climacteric syndrome as well, because such behavior is wholly uncharacteristic of him" Integra pondered perplexed, almost immediately dismissing the ridiculous thought.

"It is time for me to leave, in order not to miss my flight. I will call you as soon as I arrive at the hotel. Take care of everything while I am gone" she finished, staring intently at her loyal butler.

"Have a safe trip, Sir Integra" he replied a bit calmer, recognizing the slight warning behind his master's words; "Take care of Alucard!"

The entire travel had gone smoothly. After checking in at the luxurious hotel and informing Walter of her arrival, Integra decided to explore the magnificent city and maybe indulge in a little shopping spree. The buildings indeed were fine works of arts and the whole city gave off a long lost aristocratic vibe, exactly as Walter had described. Integra for the first time in her life took the time to appreciate the beauty that surrounded her, without having to cling to her gun like a raving lunatic expecting raging vampires and infected ghouls to attack her from every possible direction.

As she was walking around, a display at a shop's window suddenly caught her attention. A very provocative, scarlet dress beckoned her shamelessly. Entering the shop, she asked the assistant, who magically appeared out of thin air, if she could try it on. The young girl smiled widely and showed her to the changing rooms with the appropriate size in mere seconds. She quickly discarded her usual suit and marveled at the silky feel of the dress upon her skin. It hugged her body enticingly reaching just above knee high, with a deep V cut and an open back that exposed most of her dark skin. It was held on her body by two thick straps, tied around her neck and two thin straps in the back, that were used instead of bra to support her cleavage. The dress more than complemented her hidden curves, transforming her to the entrancing creature she had glimpsed through her vampire's eyes. She was instantly in love with the ruby masterpiece. Apparently the female shared the same opinion as she gasped with appreciation, when Integra paraded in front of the mirror.

"Miss you look absolutely stunning! May I pick some pumps to complete the image?" she asked tentatively.

As Integra nodded her agreement, the girl disappeared momentarily and returned with the most amazing golden pumps she had ever laid eyes upon. They were peep-toes, laced with an intricate geometrical pattern, the shoe's red bottom identifying them as a famous Louboutin creation. Never before had she given special attention to what she wore, as she was expected to hide her feminine features, but that didn't mean she never longed to act the part of being a woman once in a while. And now she finally had the chance to do so.

The exquisite shoes fit perfectly with the crimson silk. Without even asking this time, the ever helpful girl provided her with a matching, delicate envelope purse. It was a match made in heaven. There was really no need to hesitate. Taking out her wallet, she proceeded to the cash register. As she was about to exit the shop, having completed the purchase, she heard the girl call her.

"Miss, perhaps you would like to change back to your original clothes? Not that I would mind, but it is still quite early for such an extravagant attire" she said, obviously trying to contain her laughter.

Upon realization, Integra blushed madly and hurried back to the changing room, mumbling her thanks. She had a new found respect for shop assistants after that.

Immensely satisfied with herself, Integra returned to the hotel at late noon and ordered a light lunch. Tonight, she was determined to explore the nightlife the artsy city had to offer. With that thought foremost, she opened her personal laptop and did a quick search on the most popular clubs here. One stood out above them all. "Club Noir"'; a burlesque club, that orchestrated erotic, scandalous shows 4-6 times a year in Glasgow, Edinburgh and London. And much to her delight, there was a performance this very night. She could only imagine the faces of those Protestant Knight's stuck-up prunes if they ever learned this. The Iron Maiden at a burlesque club…
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