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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 was entrapped in Duncan's heated, passionate embrace under the soft, hypnotizing music when she noticed something disturbing appearing within her sight of vision. That something was a couple immersed in a similar position she was in at the moment, which was fine on its own. The disturbing thing was how familiar the forms of the couple seemed to her.

"No, it can't be…I must be imagining things due to lightheadedness or I had had too much to drink and I am now hallucinating!", she tried to think of any other possible excuse, except the painfully obvious one; that the male and female a few steps away from her awfully resembled Seras and Pip, which they were!

"That sneaky, manipulative son of a bitch!", she thought enraged. Once again, he had found a way to thwart her plans.

"Well, not yet, not if I can help it, you conniving bastard!", she thought, refusing to throw the towel so easily.

Focusing her attention back to her dancing partner, she reached to his ear and whispered alluringly:

"Have you heard of Cinderella's tale, Duncan?"

"Of course I have, Integra. Are you insinuating that when midnight comes you'll turn into a servant girl, abused by her evil step-family?", he asked her jokingly, intrigued by her strange question.

"Perhaps…would you be terribly disappointed if I did?", she asked him with a mysterious expression.

"No, this is a place where people put on masks and disguises and pretend to be something they are not or do things they would never dare to even utter aloud normally. It happens once every few months; this terrible, yet exquisite magic. I suppose this was the true meaning behind your question? Would I be disappointed to discover you are not what you appear to be tonight?", he replied, meeting her azure gaze.

"Very perceptive, Duncan. You never cease to surprise me with your insight and that does not happen often", she responded, satisfied with his answer.

"I am afraid, though, our time draws near. I must leave, lest my magic wears off and our delightful meeting gets stained with the foul odor of reality", she continued, as she took a small step back, leaving his bewitching embrace.

"That is an interesting allegory you used for our undesired parting, Integra; the foul odor of reality. From my experience that would be death, lovely one. Is that what you are referring to?", he retorted, refusing to let the matter and the beauty get away so soon.

Suddenly, Integra stiffened and went utterly rigid.

"This man knows something… it can't be all lucky guessing from his part. Who are you really, Duncan?", she narrowed her eyes and cursed her employees arrival, for not allowing her time to investigate this male's origins and intentions.

"Do not be so alarmed, Integra. I am afraid I have become rather cynic and jaded due to my line of work. It does not take a lot for a person to change when he is surrounded by tragedy and death and I have been bathing in despair for quite some time now. I guess this time it is I who have broken the illusion, no?", he asked with a sad smile.

"You are a mysterious man, Duncan. Possibly dangerous too. Yet, I find myself strangely drawn to you, despite your elusive nature. I would not have wished our conversation to end like this, however, I must leave. Farewell, Duncan. It was truly a pleasure", she concluded, strangely believing his words and even hoping to meet him again in the near future.

"Great, now I am attracted to a tall, dark, mysterious male with a penchant for mystery, whom I probably never going to see again! Familiar much? What is it with me? I think I am genetically defected; there must be a gene in my D.N.A. pool making me susceptible to men with unhealthy pasts and uncertain futures. Agh, I swear when I find the ancestor in my genealogical tree responsible for this, I'll make Alucard resurrect him just so I can kill him again myself!", she berated herself, missing the cryptic glint in her new acquaintance's stare and his parting words - till we meet again - as he was watching her retreat.

"Pip?", Seras asked with a demanding tone, destroying the bubble of temporary bliss he was wrapped in.

"Mmm, yes mignonette…what is it?", he nearly purred at her, rubbing his cheek against the top of her golden head, tightening his embrace, as if he could keep her there forever through sheer will alone.

"Where is Sir Integra?", she asked a little louder to get his attention.

"Right over ther-", he stopped what he was about to say, as he scanned the room quickly, only to come to the same conclusion as his beloved vampire. A barrage of French curses spilled from his mouth, as he realized that Sir Integra had indeed managed to escape them.

"Now what, Pip?", Seras asked frightened.

"Well, mignonette, the man she was…socializing with is still here, so I am guessing maybe she went back at the hotel?", he replied hoping to God that's what had really happened.

"Only one way to find out", she said with a defeated look upon her face, as she took his arm and dragged him towards the exit.

As they passed by, the strange male that had caught their employer's attention for the majority of the night, bowed to them in mock respect and disappeared into the dancing crowd.

"What the hell was that all about?", was the unasked question running through their minds as they made eye contact with each other.

Back at the hotel's reception, Integra was informed a message was left for her from a Mr. Walter C. Dornez. Slightly alarmed that her loyal butler would call her again so soon, she immediately rushed to the elevator, in a hurry to read his words in the privacy of her room.

"Sir Integra, please call me immediately, when you receive my message."

As always her old servant was careful not to reveal any vital information, while he made sure she understood the urgency and severity of the situation. Something terrible must have happened, else he would not have even left a message and would wait patiently to inform her in the next morning of the matter concerned.

Picking up the phone, she typed furiously the number for her private line and waited. After the second beep, a cultured male voice answered.

"You have called the Hellsing Institution. How may I be of service?"

"Walter, you know very well that only I use this line in case of emergencies. Who else could have been?", she asked relieved to hear his familiar voice and angered by her own useless concern. The old man sounded fine.

"Sir, how was your first day in the lovely city of Edinburgh? Did you enjoy yourself?", he asked ignoring her question, stressing out the word "enjoy".

"I do not like this. I do not like this one bit! First the pair of love birds appearing at the club, ruining my evening – thank God they are idiots, so losing them was quite easy - and now Walter calling just to ask me how I liked the haggis, after leaving a cryptic message, making me believe Armageddon had come…Well, if it hasn't happened yet, now it certainly will!", she thought furious.

"Walter, get that Machiavellian prick on the phone NOW!", she bellowed enraged.

"R-right away, Sir", came the weak reply from the innocent male.

"Forgive me, Walter. I will apologize later, although, it is partially your fault for believing whatever lies that sycophant fed you as well", she thought refusing to soften and lose the raging fury that possessed her for the moment.

"So, what are you wearing, Integra?", a deep, husky voice came from the receiver.

"I did not call to play games, servant! You disobeyed my direct commands and I demand to know why!", she shouted, fueled by his unrepentant behavior.

"Forgive me, master. I assumed this was the true reason behind your demand to speak with me, since you called at such an hour. It is a little past midnight and you are alone in your room, lying upon your bed, requesting, quite violently I might add, for my oral company. What was I supposed to think? As for your question, please do elaborate on the matter. Which rule specifically did I violate?", he said with apparent mock, baiting her with his sultry tone.

"My patience is wearing thin tonight, Alucard. Do not push me, for you will not like the results!", she warned him menacingly.

"I am referring to the unexpected appearance of Captain Sparrow and Jean D'Ark at the same place I was an hour ago. Oh, and just so you know, if it weren't for them, I would not be alone in my room this moment, wasting my time, trying to reason with you.", she added venomously.

"If the imbeciles indeed followed you on your little trip, it was of their own accord or pure coincidence. The Frenchman begged for my advice on ways to gain the favor of the young draculina and I merely proposed a two days trip would probably please her. I also informed him of an event I am aware of, which happens only once every few months and it would greatly help him become more intimate with the girl. It just so happened to be taking place tonight in Edinburgh. Did they even seem as if they were tailing you or spying on you? Have you encountered them in all your visiting places today?", he asked with curiousity.

"N-no, just for a moment in club Noir, where I noticed them dancing close to me", she replied confused, starting to reevaluate her views on the matter. Mayhap it was indeed none of his machinations. Could it all be just a huge misunderstanding on her part?

"Fine, let's just say you are correct in your assumptions. What about Walter? He is behaving in a totally uncharacteristic manner, calling me twice for no apparent reason, leaving strange messages and causing me unnecessary worry", she said, thinking she finally exposed him.

"Have you considered the fact that he is just missing you? For the past ten years he has never left your side and as I recall he was devastated to see you off. You were not here to see how he fared after your departure, but let me tell you; it was not a pretty sight. Have you no heart, Integra?", he concluded with a serious tone.

"I-I did not think of it that way…", she replied, feeling a pang of guilt washing over her at his accusation.

"No, apparently you did not, master. Now, if you will excuse me, I must find Walter immediately. He seemed rather shaken when he summoned me. Sweet dreams, Integra", he finished, lacing his parting sentence with a seductive tint and had the audacity to end the phone call himself.

"Well, that did not go exactly as planned", Integra muttered to no one in particular, while she pondered her bizarre conversation with the devious creature. Could she have been truly so affected by misplaced ire, that she had misjudged the whole situation? It would be another long night filled with incessant thoughts for the Iron Lady…
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