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SECRET OBSESSION
The cinema was a dark place, one in which the near blackness hindered her progress forward. The only source of light that guided her was the beam from the projector far above her head. Her ungloved hand reached out to feel her way, coming into contact with various vague shapes that were the seats.
The large, air-conditioned room was empty, and that pleased her immensely. As Integra moved down the steps, she stopped at what she guessed would be the fifth row.
Perfect.
Careful not to bump her shins, she slipped through the gap, making her way for the center. Once she was satisfied that she had an optimum view of the screen, she reached out and yanked the seat down. Sitting down gracefully, she settled the huge tub of extra large popcorn in her lap.
She looked around. Not a soul stirred. Integra was pleased with herself. Coming to the early morning show in a small and obscure cinema was a splendid idea. There was nothing like a good movie to chase away the stress of slaying the Undead.
Even though it was the sixth time she was watching this movie, it always felt as if she had stepped into the cinema for the first time in years. She settled back, her eyes half-closed, her hand reaching down to scoop up popcorn. She shivered slightly. The black printed T-shirt and jeans she was wearing did not provide much warmth.
The relaxing strings of a violin that was broadcasted over the loudspeakers halted suddenly, and the screen came to life. Integra sighed. Commercials were such a pain. She rolled her head back and closed her eyes, munching the popcorn that she had earlier thrust into her mouth.
Her relaxation was short-lived, however, when voices reached her ear.
"Where's our seats?" a sweet voice rang out in the darkness. Integra's eyes snapped open. No, it couldn't be.
"I believe it's over near the front," replied a deeper voice, polite and pleasant. "What does the ticket say? I can't see well in this dim light."
"Why bother? This place is empty. Let's just sit down somewhere. You humans just love to cling to unnecessary rules." The voice was male as well, but it was a deep baritone. Accompanying that was the rustle of heavy cloth. Integra's mouth fell open.
Christ!
Her eyes flicked from left to right as her mind raced. She scanned the area around her. There had to be an escape route.
I can't let them see me here. Damn, where's the nearest exit. Maybe I can slip out through the one in front. At least I won't have to walk past them.
She was about to rise from her chair when the three sets of footsteps drew nearer.
On no, they're coming!
She sank back into the seat, trying to stay as low as possible. The tub of popcorn she used as a shield for her face. Perhaps they wouldn't notice her if they didn't see her head. Maybe she could watch the 3 hour show without them knowing she even existed.
Her thoughts were interrupted, however, as someone tapped her shoulder.
"Greetings, Master."
Integra lifted her head and her eyes fell upon the visage of Alucard. His pale skin was dappled with light from the moving pictures on the screen, and it seemed to make him look eerier. His eyes, as always, blazed red in the darkness. He was leaning over a seat, smiling down at her.
Coughing delicately, she clutched the tub of popcorn and used her other hand to push herself up. Turning her head, she faced two more familiar faces.
"Hello, Sir Hellsing."
"Good morning, Sir Hellsing."
Next to Alucard were Seras and Walter. Seras was clutching what seemed to be a chilled blood pack, its surface crusted with ice. She was sucking on its opening as if it were no more than an upsized Coke. To her right was Walter, his jowls moving as he chewed. A hotdog with a piece missing was grasped securely in his right hand.
"Good morning, everyone," she replied in return, trying to keep the stutter out of her voice. She could feel her cheeks grow hot. She prayed that Alucard wouldn't notice.
Suddenly, familiar music blared, capturing all of their attention. Integra ignored the people behind her and returned her gaze to the screen. She had come here to watch this damned movie, and she would very well do it.
Slapping at a shadowy tendril that attempted to snatch come popcorn, she focused on the events unfolding on the screen.
( 3 hours later… )
The sky was cloudy. It looked like it was going to rain.
The group of four people left the cinema, an oddly matched bunch. A short girl with spiky blond hair was talking avidly with a much older man wearing a monocle. Next to them, a tall figure in a red coat, hat and yellow shades was striding, a permanent smirk on his face. In front of the threesome was a relatively tall, blonde woman, still clutching a huge tub of popcorn to her body.
"I loved the way they portrayed life in the 1900s. How authentic. It was fascinating to see the inner workings of a steam ship."
"Well, I actually liked the love story. Can you believe it? He sacrificed his life for her? What about you, Master. What did you like about the movie?"
"The mad scramble of mortals as they neared their doom. Never before have I seen such terror on a grand scale. It was exhilarating."
Seras made a face at him before calling out to the tall woman in front.
"What about you, Sir Hellsing. What did you like about Titanic?"
Integra continued to walk, her mind desperately searching for an appropriate answer. There was no way in hell she was going to tell the truth. She turned, and they stopped as she halted in her tracks. She was about to open her mouth when the vampire interrupted her.
"Of course, isn't it obvious." The smile on his face stretched even wider. His eyes glittered with mischief.
Integra tensed, clutching the tub tighter to the front of her body, as if trying to conceal something. She had forgotten that the pesky vampire had the ability to read her mind. She cursed his entire lineage. The colour rose in her cheeks.
No, God. Save me from this unholy creature…All eyes were on the vampire. His stated it simply, without any of the usual pomp or flourish he so loved.
"Why else, Master, would you be wearing a Leonardo DiCaprio T-shirt."
Author's Notes:
Would you believe it? I belonged to the 0.0005 per cent of the human race that did not watch the show in the cinema. I caught it later on TV. The dream sequence at the end was so beyoootiful. Sob.
Anyway's first in a series of fics inspired by da movies. Will update soon, depending on feedback. So, really, tell me if it sucks. I can take it. :)
And NO, I do not own a Leonardo DiCaprio T-shirt !