Monsters and Angels

Disclaimer: I do not own Hellsing or any of it's characters, nor do I make money off of them. I do own OC. I just use them for our enjoyment. Don't sue! This is an NC-17 story so if you aren't old enough don't read it, I am not going to listen to angry parents. Don't like sex or language or little things like anal or slight bdsm then, this isn't for you. Other than that enjoy the story! This disclaimer applies to all following chapters of this stry. Thanks.


Chapter One


Integra Fairbrooke Wingates Hellsing sat behind the ominous looking desk, her gloved hands folded beneath her chin. Bluer than blue eyes stared over the glasses perched on her nose. She was tired today and despite the roaring fire in the grate, she was cold. The weather had been growing steadily colder, winter was almost on them. She had read and reread the latest reports until her eyes ached. So much to do, so much to do and Her Majesty was demanding her presence and social events during the holiday season. "Bloody preposterous."

Pinching the bridge of her nose, she closed her eyes with a sigh. "Master, you seem upset this evening" came the smooth tones of her servant. The vampire she held sway over.

She lifted her head to see him floating above the floor, half in - half out of her wall. "Can't you use the door Alucard?" she asked in irritation.

His pestering was not what she needed now. He flashed her a smirk of gleaming fangs, "Why should I Master? I am not bound by the finite fibers of such things."

She met his gaze levelly, "But you ARE bound." She reminded him with a cool haughtiness that he both loved and hated. A haughtiness that he had instilled in her. It clearly stated to the casual observer, 'come and try me, I can beat anything'.

Bowing in a low mocking fashion he smiled again, "Only by you." He agreed. Integra shuffled the papers around a bit before holding a letter out to him. He took it without word and quickly scanned the contents, dark brows barely rising.

"London society for the coming holidays, " he remarked dryly, "Oh my master must be SO pleased." She glared at him hotly. She detested social functions, hated putting on the feminine clothing. Hated playing the lady. He was well aware of all these things. It was not her element, an arena where the full control was not hers.

All bloody night and she'd not be able to have one cigar! Not one! Integra was glowering into the fireplace now and Alucard took the chance to stare quite openly at her, but then he did that alot.

She'd grown so much since that first meeting in his dusty cell. The day that she took control of the Hellsing Organization. The day she took control of him. His master. She was his hardest yet, and his kindest. His only master, who'd not confined him like a dog.

"Perhaps your queen worries for your state of mind master." He offered. He suspected the old bat felt guilt. Guilt for thrusting so vast a responsibility onto the shoulders of a child. Yes, she had been a child then. A lost eleven year old girl, orphaned and hunted by her own blood. That he, a monster, her sworn enemy had been her only salvation was nearly unconscionable.

The queen had all but abandoned her to handle the Hellsing affairs, expecting perfection and security at the cost of childhood innocence and dreams. Knighted in the cradle, Integra should have been more to her monarch than what she had been. She should have been raised in the luxury of her station and allowed to do those things that girls her age were wont to do. She hadn't.

While other girls her age were attending tea parties, she was on small arms and rifle ranges. While they were safely tucked into bed, she was prowling England hunting monsters. But he couldn't change her past for her. He wouldn't if it had been in his power. He thought of that girl she'd been. All knees and elbows and blue, blue eyes. And the woman she'd become, steely intellect in soft curves, a tongue that drew blood. Just right.

"Alucard?" her voice called, breaking his reverie. What in the HELL was he thinking about?

He tossed the letter back to the wooden desktop, his attention firmly on her once again. "Your queen makes many demands of you. It seems that she feels frivolous celebrations are more important than the safety of crown and country." He had summed up her very suspicions. Alucard had never been one to mince words.

"I suppose I must go." She said, her tone tinged with defeat.

Alucard laughed at her, "Yes master, feel sorry for yourself. Pity yourself for dressing up. I know I do."

Integra slammed her fist on the table, "Shut up Alucard!" she griped, "I don't have time for this and I am in no mood for your antics." She stood and came around the table, jabbing her finger into his powerful chest. "Don't you mock me."

He gave no inch but grabbed her smaller hand in his own and held it fast. "I would never mock you master, I exist to serve." He assured her, his voice soft, a purr of a baritone. Her pulse beat frantically beneath his fingertips. That proud, very blue Hellsing blood. He'd not tasted it in years, but he planned to...again. Eventually.

"Let me go Alucard." She told him quietly, her tone and gaze held no fear. She held the blazing stare through those yellowed glasses of his. His grip loosened at once, her hand dropping back to her side. Her face was pale, the circles under her eyes more apparent to him now.

"You are tired, you should rest." He told her. She straightened to her full height, but he still towered over her. He smiled softly, reaching out to tuck a stray wheat colored strand behind her ear. "Please?" he asked.

He had done such things when she was young. Integra had heard that word very few times from him, and it was a small enough boon to grant. He was worried about her after all. He and Walter did like to fret about her. Always had.

She stepped back from him and turned to leave her office. "Good night Alucard." She said, shutting the door behind her.

"Good night Integra." He echoed softly and slid into the shadows on the wall.

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Integra lay in her bed, recalling the day she had turned thirteen. Lady Chadwick, who had been a friend her of her father's, and a boorish snob, had hosted a bash for her. Walter felt it safer to remain home and the lady had agreed, inviting half of London's well-to-do youth. She had insisted that Integra wear a sugary confection of pink taffeta. The girl had wanted to vomit. She detested pink.


Integra was not enjoying herself. She had little in common with her so-called peers and they made few attempts to draw her in. They after all had normal lives, she did not. There were whispers about her and her family and secrets in the bowels of her castle.

Half way through the party a young woman had told Integra that her father had been mad. Of course the blonde could allow no slander against her blood and family and had given the ebony locked girl a scathing set down. Girlish tempers had flared and Integra had done just what Alucard or Walter might have. She swung. In the madness that followed, Integra had run away to hide in the gardens.

Proper ladies didn’t hit. They affected the calm demeanor of decorum and used the brains the Lord gave them. She hadn't though. She'd reacted and injured the other girl. Although the memory of Miss Glowntree with a bloodied lip would remain long after and was satisfying.

She'd heard the whispers even before the elderly noblewoman had barged into the ruckus. Hellsings were mad as hatters and were witches. She was a failure! She wasn't composed enough. Not composed!


She'd run through the stone halls, her slippers sliding across polished stones until finally she ripped them from her feet and hurled them across the floor. She raced through the tall glass doors and into the gardens, ignoring shouts from behind her. Little did she know that this was the last time, she'd run. Ever.

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Alucard had felt the twist of his master's pain and woke. Something was wrong. Already he could hear voices in halls, his many eyes taking in the bedlam abovestairs. The day was cloudy as England so often was and so, he had risen and sought out Walter. The assassin turned butler had been most upset.

Lady Integra's left hook and prompt vanishing act doing much to his nerves. The groundsmen had been looking for her, but as yet there was no sign. "How do you lose one little girl?" he'd asked.

"I'm going out Walter." Alucard had told him. Walter had pointed out that it was still daylight and that the clouds might very well clear. Alucard had laughed at that, if the sun came out, he'd battle that too.

Inside he was worried for the child. She was hurt and there were many enemies for her in the world. He didn't give a damn about that twit holding her face in the great hall and yowling like a scalded cat, and he cared even less for the old woman's rantings.

He'd never particually cared for her. More cosmetics that a fleet of circus players and clouds of perfume. She'd had her eye on Richard Hellsing for some time but Integra's father had not been interested in the least. His work and his child, and of course his monster. The one he could not harness fully and had locked away. Clever man that he was.


"What kind of upbringing are you giving her Walter?" she had demanded, "I am going to petition to have her removed from this house and sent to a ladies school. That will teach her some manners and discipline."

Alucard had turned and fixed the woman with a hot gaze, "Do so and I will slaughter your children." With that, he'd left the house, leaving Walter to clear the air. She'd been ranting about 'that rude man' as he slammed the door shut.

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It had taken him only a few minutes to find her. Her body bruised and scratched by brambles. Her heart beat was audible to him and he followed the sound to her bare toes that peeked out from the thick rose bushes. Parting the branches, he saw the wide blue eyes, bright with unshed tears. He sighed. Lectures could come later he supposed.

Carefully, he lifted her from the thorns and against his broad chest. Her head fell back in the crook of his arm, and her lashes fluttered. She peered up at the grayish daylight sky and the brilliant eyes of her monster. "Alucard?" she whispered, "It's daylight".

He smiled gently, "I am here Integra my master. I will take you back to the house now, Walter has been very worried about you." She snuggled closer to him. Her dark angel, her knight.

"Were you?" she asked.

The vampire had shrugged slightly, "There is no place that I cannot find you and no danger for you which I cannot defeat. Worries are for unimaginitve human minds"

His confidence was a soothing balm to a frightened child. He knew that.


The child took a deep breath, "I - ran away." She admitted in a shamed whisper, "I fell and hurt my ankle."

Alucard nodded, "There will come a time Integra when you will run from nothing." He assured her.

She nodded and laid her head against his shoulder. The scent of her blood pricking his nostrils and he stamped down the hunger he felt.

"Are they very angry?"

Alucard gave a sharp bark of laughter, "They can go to hell."

~~~~

They moved in silence back to the others. The butler had impressively emptied the house of guests in the short time. Walter took charge and ushered the vampire up the stairs to the master's room. Alucard set the girl on the bed with gentle hands and then pushed her skirt higher to look at her ankle.

"Well at least it isn't broken." He told her.

Walter bathed the blood away from her cuts and scrapes. She kept her gaze downcast. At last he stepped back from her.

"You know we have to talk about today don't you?"

She nodded.

Walter sighed as he tugged a seat beside the bed. "Miss Hellsing. It's not your fault, a girl your age really doesn't benefit from living with a bachelor assassin and a vampire. Still, your father would be disappointed. You lost your temper on a useless girl and you acted badly. You must refrain from common actions Integra."

The vampire said nothing, letting the old man vent his opinion. Inside he disagreed. Integra's father had been anything but a proper gentleman, it was the reason that he had managed to vanquish Alucard. There was no man he respected more. He guessed that her father would have been enjoying this a bit.

Walter, having had his say, bid his young mistress good night and left. She had lifted those eyes to Alucard.

"I'm not sorry" she told him.

He smiled, "I thought not."

She patted the mattress beside her and the vampire sat down. "I'm sorry that I worried you both Alucard, but she did deserve it. I can't believe that ruling over Hellsing, the normal rules would apply."

He held her gaze for a long time. He knew that this girl would outwit and outshine her father. Hell, she had already managed to wrap he and Walter around her finger. He'd not be admitting that though.

"The truth is master, that the rules are harder for you." He told her honestly.

Her brow furrowed in confusion.

The vampire continued, "The world is veiled Integra, they do not see things as we do. You protect them from creatures like me and keep them innocent."

But what of hers?

Integra nodded, he was right of course. She sighed and leaned against the undead king. Her head rested on his arm as she sat in quiet thought. He stared at the golden top of her head.

Strange, half the world feared him. He was a killer, a destroyer, and yet a child huddled against him. She often did. When the nightmares came to her at night, and she called out his name.

He always came to her. Soothing her with soft whispers and assurances that nothing in the world could be more fearful than he. It never failed to ease the child, and she would drift back to sleep, hugging the monster to her trustingly. It was in these times and those that he stood guard over her bed that he knew... she was to be far more than his master. She looked at him as a friend, as a man. It made him feel…alive.

"Walter didn't see this cut," she said holding her finger up for his inspection.

The vampire watched the dark ruby liquid well up and slip across the white flesh. His pupils constricted, his hunger returning. Just a taste, if only a taste. He laced his long fingers through hers and brought her injured hand to his lips. Locking his eyes with hers, he slowly touched the tip of his tongue to the crimson trail.

Integra merely let him go. Watching with calm eyes as he lapped at the source of her life, cleaning the wound and surrounding skin. It was not the first time he'd fed from her and would not be the last, surely.

He was careful to exert no pressure on her with his mouth or his hand and kept his fangs away from her. His act of courtesy for her trust. That blood which sweetened on his tongue that made his beast purr in pleasure, that made him want to lay at the feet of the female before him.

A girl and her monster. A girl who was different and a monster who cared more than he should. "Go to sleep now Master" He had said and stood, fading to the dark and leaving her alone.