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Simple Emotions	By : GoldAngelFish Category: Hellsing > General Views: 4764 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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~Hellsing and all related characters belong to Kouta
Hirano. Thou shalt not sue the muse.~

(A special thank you to Iggy Lovechild, for the input
that helped shape this story. I apologize to all if this does not seem up to my
usual standards. It will, most likely, be a two to three part tale. Please
review if there is something you find amiss; I enjoy all of your opinions!)

A dead leaf
fluttered, wafted through the cold September air, then came to rest lightly on
a paving stone, a spot of bright orange against the dull grey. It shone in the
faint twilight for a moment, and then ceased moving entirely. It fluttered once
more as movement nearby shifted the still air, and a shadow obscured it
entirely, blotting out the vibrant color in a patch of darkness.

The
vampire strode over the paving stones, hearing a stray leaf crunch beneath his
boots, crimson eyes skimming the deserted cemetery. He did not glance at the
car waiting patiently outside the cemetery gates, for he needed no reassurance
as to the whereabouts of his master. He could feel her; could feel her heavy
sorrow, abiding grief and subdued guilt placing her in this homage to the dead.
She was a ghostlight in his mind, and the monster moved with unhurried steps
over the small rise in the path, eyes already sliding ahead to the tombstone
beneath the sheltering arms of an English oak.

Autumn
wind whipped her silver hair into long streamers, gleaming reddish in the day's
fading light. The heavy brown coat hung in straight lines to her calves, neatly
concealing the lithe body beneath. The hat resting on her head seemed to press
heavily on her neck, causing the proud head to bow. Although her face was
concealed by the short veil, the monster knew the stoic expression she wore
well. Her hands were shoved deep in the pockets of her coat, and her shoulders
were squared, even though her head was bowed. The vampire paused momentarily,
sensing through the elongating darkness around her for murmured prayers, then
strode over the yellowing grass to his master.

�Is
the car waiting, Alucard?�

She
did not turn to face him, aqua eyes focused on the tombstone. The rain had long
since stopped, leaving the twilight remarkably dry for England, but beads of
moisture still glistened on the veil. He noted that the drops sparkled on the
inside of the black mesh, but remarked nothing of it.

�Yes,
Master,� he said as he walked up behind her, his shadow falling over hers,
obliterating it completely. He found some wry irony in that, in the impromptu
symbolism that struck him. Her pale turquoise eyes did not shift from the
tombstone, and the vampire felt a sudden rush of impatience for her lingering
over the dead. �It�s twilight, Master.�

She
turned, her gaze flicking up to meet his, a spark of rage gleaming behind the
veil. �I am aware of that, Alucard.� Sir Integra Fairbrooke Wingates Hellsing
turned away from her vampire to gaze back at the tombstone. �I will return to
the manor within the hour. Go back. Things are in too much chaos for Walter to
handle alone.�

�The
police girl is with him.�

�That
will not do,� Integra said, much more sharply than the situation required. �Go
back home. I will return after sunset.�

The
vampire looked at his master for a long moment, then made a sound which could
only indicate disgust. Integra turned fully to face him, her slim eyebrows
drawing together in a dark frown. �Is there a problem, Alucard?�

�Not
at all, Master,� he said with an apparent sneer. �If you choose to remain here
and mourn the useless dead, then by all means, linger.�

�Useless?�
she snarled, the rage pressing the limits of her control suddenly flaring in
response to his casual tone. �You dare call soldiers of Hellsing who gave their
lives doing their duty useless? Where were you when they were screaming
for assistance? Awaiting a single foe in the basement does not constitute
following orders! I should lock you back in that dungeon you are so fond of and
leave you there until another generation is foolish enough to find you!�
Integra had advanced with every word, her icy gaze locked on the crimson eyes
of the vampire, rage burning in every gesture, every clench of her muscles. He
could smell the heating of her blood, and it sparked his own response.

�Would
you? Lock away your �secret weapon� that allows the Hellsing Organization so
much freedom? Think carefully, my master. What was it that allowed you to
maintain the respect of those pathetic humans who master you while you were
still young enough to require Walter�s assistance to drive? Your mastery over
the �monster� of Hellsing.� Alucard leaned over her, forcing her spine to bend
or be physically pushed by him. His crimson eyes bored into hers, but Integra
met the unspoken challenge. Chin tilting up immediately, she looked up with
absolutely no fear.

�You
were the one who declared me your master, Alucard. By right of blood and show
of strength, you are mine. Yes, that helped when this first began. Yes, I
needed both you and Walter to ensure that Hellsing did not flounder. This does
not change one basic fact: I am your master. You will obey me,
and I say go home now.� Her voice had lowered to a deadly tone, the
iciness of each word striking squarely home. Alucard looked down at her, into
her eyes, and felt her will imposing the seals on him. Everything which had happened
was pushing at her nerves, and with the connection created by the seals,
Alucard felt Integra�s last threads drawing spun-silk tight.

He
laughed.

Laughed
so hard that shadows writhed in surprise as their master staggered away from
the infuriated mortal woman, his fangs flashing in the rapidly fading twilight,
red eyes closed as the hilarity overtook him. Integra watched the monster
laugh, heard the insane voice echo off of quiet stonework and placid trees.

�Stop
this at once! I will not have you disrespecting the dead in this way, Alucard!�

He
looked at her, laughter still shading his voice. �Do you really care, Master?
Care about those who no longer breathe? Or is it simply your guilt speaking?
Knowledge that you were not fast enough, strong enough to save them all. Does
this haunt you? The memory of walking your own halls, dispatching your own men
as they transmogrified into mindless ghouls? Your impotent anger at the
Valentines escaping your justice?� He slithered closer to her, the melding
shadows making it difficult to pinpoint exactly where his body was. The
monster�s velvety voice purred near her ear, and Integra fought to keep from
mindlessly lashing out, her burning fury pressing harder on the thinning
self-control. �Do you think of what you could be, my master? How you could have
made the Valentine scream beneath your claws? He did scream, lady. Screamed in
fear as ineffective as your rage. He was a toy, a plaything for those who seek
what they cannot achieve through meaningless silicon. Think, my master.
Think of what you could be, of what you could have done to those impertinent
creatures.�

His
words played upon the tense nerves that had been screaming inside of her mind
for the last three days. Every time she closed her eyes, Integra remembered the
groans of the ghouls as they crawled across the floor, heard the echo of her
own gunshots as she mercifully put down the mindless creatures. The list of
names which she had gone over, pen in hand, and the condolence mail which still
sat in her �Out� box, the yellow roses which had arrived, special delivery,
from the Iscariot. That�oh that last insult had nearly finished her control.
The memory of shattering glass and a rush of cold air, followed by Walter�s
tired sigh, came in a rush of renewed anger. The murmuring voice was still in
her ears, and it was with a last snap of her taut nerves that Integra struck.

It
was a lucky shot. Alucard�s distraction combined with his master�s almost
inhumanly quick reflexes fueled by her rage lead to a sharp sound and the
coppery scent of blood tingeing the air. He did not reel back as a mortal would
have done, nor did he growl in rage and strike back. As Integra stood, her
breath coming slowly under control, she found her eyes could not leave the dark
trail of blood gleaming in the yellow lamplight shining from a nearby post. It
began on the vampire�s full lower lip and slid over his pale skin, marking the
spot her hand had contacted his cold flesh as well as if she had deliberately
aimed. They looked at each other for a long moment, her anger still keeping her
warm, while indescribable emotion flared in the depths of his eyes. Integra
stepped back with a decisive movement, and tossed her head in dismissal.

�Leave
me.�

The
vampire laughed, in a different tone this time, and bolted forward. Catching
lightning would have been easier than following his movement, for within
half-seconds, his arms were tightly around her, pinning her arms to her side.
Integra�s startled, infuriated command was cut off abruptly as his mouth
slanted over hers. The invasion was sudden and brutal. Fangs gouged into her
soft lips, cold tongue sliding between her teeth and stroking along the edges
of her dull, human teeth, while one hand grasped the back of her neck in a
bruising grip. Her hands curled into fists as the useless rage burned through
her confusion, clearing all of the guilt-induced fog which had clouded her
mind. Rage brought clarity, and the feel of Alucard�s tongue sliding across her
lips and stroking along her own brought something else. The taste of Bordeaux
and blood mingled with her own flavor of cigars and Earl Grey to create
something unique, a flavor which seemed perfectly suited to them. Her body
relaxed incrementally as his grip tightened, drawing flares of pain along with
pleasure induced by the languorous kiss. The enormity of what she was doing
occurred in the back of her mind, almost simultaneously with the
rationalization of I can�t command him verbally while he�s kissing me, and
verbal commands are almost all he will obey.

Alucard
caught the tail end of her thought, and chuckled into her mouth, drawing a soft
inhalation through her nose. A nip to her tongue brought her body rigid
suddenly, and again, he laughed into her mouth. An increase in the pressure of
his lips combined with pulling her body hard against his, created a shift in
her body language. She was furious, he could tell that easily, and aroused by
the kiss. Human emotions, he muttered mentally. So mutable�so�useful.
His fangs brushed her lower lip, and he suckled for a moment on the soft skin,
savoring the taste of her mouth, before vanishing in a whirlwind of shadows,
leaving his master with her mouth half-open and eyes closed.

The
feel of cold air on her lips brought her eyes snapping open, and Integra looked
about her with rage flaring in her eyes. �Bloody vampire! I�ll skin him alive
if he isn�t in my office the moment I step through that door! What the hell was
he doing?� Her voice crackled with anger, blue eyes flashing with repressed
lightning as she swirled in a flash of tan silk lining, stomping towards the
iron gates of the cemetery.

The
vampire watched from the darkness, laughing to himself as his master slammed the
door of the car. �Anger is more useful than grief, my master. I�m certain you
will understand that.� He paused, the smile becoming purely sadistic. �When you
can think clearly once more.�
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