A/N: I'm not exactly sure where this one came from. Actually, I can take a guess. After reading Unsounded (best web comic and a must read), which all of my readers and reviewers should take a look at, I looked at Integra and Alucard when they were first working together. This is merely a father/daughter relationship since she's so young.

Disclaimer: I do NOT, in any way, own Hellsing or the characters in it. It is owned by Kohta Hirano, Dark Horse Manga, and any other business or people who assisted in creating these fascinating characters!

First Command

Integra, though thirteen at the time, and just stepping into her womanly figure, as well as harnessing the reins of her newfound servant, was pacing nervously from her desk to the window. A storm threatened the manor as ominous clouds approached, crowding the setting sun until the sky darkened completely. Rain began to pelt down on the roof, another unsettling sound to her already wracked nerves. The order that she gave Alucard was harmful enough, but now she couldn't even see to the outside in case the fight came to Hellsing.

"Perhaps I should not have done this," she whispered to herself, forgetting the other person in the room. As much as she hated to admit, everytime Alucard would leave for a potential threat that was always against Integra, she would feel anxious and nagging guilt if he ever came back injured or troubled. But she could never admit that to anyone, and tried not to admit it to herself.

"I doubt Alucard will have trouble taking care of a few Section XIII agents. You forget that he has dealt with worse," Walter's older soothing voice comforted.

The girl folded her arms and squinted, determined to see outside the window, "Yet I wasn't alive then to see it. He could...he could get hurt, Walter..." she swallowed hard, trying to shake off the thought.

The butler gave a resigned look her way, though she was not facing him, and shrugged, "It would be near impossible to kill him as it is. My lady, would…could I bother you with some tea?"

She looked back at him for the first time in ten minutes. Feeling slightly guilty that he had been trying for the better part of an hour to sooth her destructive thoughts, she obliged and sat down in the massive leather chair, her feet barely touching the ground. Walter's eyes unfocused if only for a moment, as if he had seen her father for so many years sit in the same seat. He shook the memory and started to pour the liquid into a beautiful china cup.

"It's not like he hasn't encountered Section XIII before," Integra assured herself as she watched his delicate and precise balance of the pot and tea now being poured.

"Quite," he agreed, "Sir Arthur had the misfortune of dealing with them as well. Rather, these are your first times in encountering Section XIII," he amended lightly.

Her eyes lit up defiantly, "Do you believe that I would not be able to otherwise defend myself if Alucard was not my wielding tool?"

"No," he set the pot down and looked into her naïve eyes so full of potential, full of fresh and pure intentions, and strength that mirrored her father so much. "But Alucard and I would make sure that you do not have to face them alone," he added with a genuine smile.

Integra felt herself inwardly smile, "I know…" she whispered.

Thunder rattled the mansion's old form as the rain pelted harder and harder. Both imagined it was turning into hail and winced at the cacophony. Integra's heart fluttered as light flashed through the room and another loud boom of thunder echoed within the walls. She focused her eyes on the steaming tea and gripped the handle, bringing it gently to her mouth and took a long and therapeutic whiff of the aroma.

"Of course," Walter sat back in his seat, "It didn't help much that they tried to assassinate you in the first place."

The young Hellsing director took a large swig and saw her retainer relax more comfortably now that she had stopped moving.

"They thought me incompetent," she stated with disgust, "And how wrong they were."

She remembered how furious she was the week before. Receiving threats from her uncle was bad enough, but it was a wakeup call to see that now that she was heir to a powerful organization, more and more people with ill-gotten gains would wish her dead and out of the way. Integra's youth and gender seemed somewhat a nuisance to her these days as incompliant subordinates further tried to bury her with work or near impossible tasks. All this to measure her worth, of course, and all the more did she desire to prove them wrong. More often than not, she showed it through Alucard. She would give him free reign to slaughter anyone and anything in his way of achieving her commands. However, this was only limited to ust vampires. This had stopped the Convention of Twelve for some time, but now that she was on Iscariot's radar, a whole new level of games had unveiled itself to her young eyes as she was now faced with the dilemmas of killing humans as well.

Integra took another gulp of her tea and recalled the night she was almost assassinated by an agent. If it weren't for Alucard, she definitely would have died. His shadows and his connection to Integra's welfare through the seals now bonding both had indeed spared her from death, though it was relatively new and at times slower since the seals had to recognize Integra as the heir after Arthur had passed on. What surprised her was not his execution of her orders, but rather the anger in which he performed it.

Integra felt herself wake up to the sound of a ruffled noise. She glanced around the room and wiped at her eyes.

"Alucard?" she called softly, knowing he would be able to hear her. There was no answer, which began to concern her.

She decided to leave the comfort of her bed, believing he was trying to scare her out of sport. Frustration built within her as she neared the mirror and glanced at her reflection. Integra had looked like she had aged five years. Softly scoffing, she knew it was probably the cause of all the stress now a part of her life. Passing it, she came up next to the curtains by the window.

"Alucard, if this is supposed to make me scared, you have failed. Show yourself, servant!" she barked angrily.

A figure revealed itself from the shadows, but his uniform was wrong. it was composed of robes, and had the collar of a...priest? Integra saw something glimmer and her eyes locked on it. A dagger. He concealed it once more within his robe, but her heart began to pound as she started to back up.

"Who are you? I demand that you answer!" she tried to stand her ground and look threatening. But the man only chuckled in response.

"You're the new Hellsing? Please," he said sarcastically and advanced forward.

Integra felt herself bump up against her bed dresser. She frantically felt around for the knob and opened it as he charged her. Fortunately, he headed straight into the drawer, hitting his waist on it with full force. Integra took that opportunity to race for her nightstand and opened it with haste. She drew out a gun instantly as the man righted himself and aimed for his head.

"Stop, or I will shoot you," Integra stated with a calmer voice than she thought possible.

The man's eyebrows rose at the gun, but he then pulled out the same weaponry from within his robe, "Fine, so be it. Fire shall be met with fire."

A black mass appeared in between both of them and formed into a tall man. His eyes brightened at the sight of an enemy and his grin soon followed.

"So you're the agent sent to kill Integra. We've been getting threats from you, scum," the vampire's dark voice muttered, and before the man could interject, Alucard was already slamming into his body.

"You would raise a weapon to a child?" Alucard grabbed the man's arm and felt it crunch under his grip.

The agent screamed in horror as his bones individually cracked as he reached for a dagger attached to his side.

"By Section XIII Iscariot Organization, she must die, monster!" he shouted back.

"How dare you raise a weapon to a child? Tell me, who is the monster then?" Alucard growled as the man cowered.

"ALUCARD!" Integra screamed from her bed as she saw the man stab her servant in the throat and rake it down past his collar bone and to his chest.

The monster roared in anger and stinging pain as his other hand instantly shot for the blade. Alucard, still griping the intruder by the arm, yanked it forward and made a bone-shattering roundhouse kick to the legs. The agent screamed, in shock, as he watched his own knees pop backward and out beneath him; he began to fall, completely incapacitated without functional arms and now without functional legs. All he could do was watch the fury burn inside the vampire's eyes…and now the evident hunger bubbling to the surface at the sight of easy prey and so much blood. But suddenly, the monster turned abruptly to the girl.

Alucard paused and saw the look of utter fear and horror in her eyes. Too young. She was too young for this. Her heart could not possibly take what she had to do next. He could see the green innocence in her that fought back this tragic experience. It clung to her, but at the same time, it was being violently ripped from her with each passing second. This was a test to see if she could really prove her strength, and Alucard frowned at the growing silence. Silence to him meant doubt which meant fear which meant weakness. And weakness was a trait that Hellsing could not afford to have in an heir.

"My master," Alucard said with some difficulty at the vertical gash in his throat that reached down to his chest, "Your orders, master?"

Integra, still clutching her comforter, looked down at her hands. They were trembling. She realized that the death of this man would be on her hands. His blood may be consumed by Alucard, but it would still be her burden to bear and it would still be on her hands. Yet she suddenly felt an emotion well up inside of her: determination. She wasn't going to take any prisoners in who wanted her dead, especially when they belonged to Hellsing's arch enemy: Iscariot. There was no way she would be forgiving, because in this world, such an act cannot be balanced by kindness. Death must be met with death.

Integra's head rose and her eyes met Alucard's, "Destroy him."

A loud crack awoke the young girl from her reverie as she blinked and noticed that Walter was now standing by the window, ever watchful of intruders like the one last week that almost took Integra's life. He would never forgive himself for not arriving fast enough. As if sensing his guilt, she stood up from her desk and approached him.

"Walter, are you alright?" she lightly touched his forearm.

He instinctively moved out of the way and lowered his head submissively, "Only if he can be reassured that the carelessness of one act will be forgiven eventually."

Integra's smaller arms wrapped around his torso and gave him a rough and slightly awkward side hug he did not see coming. She knew he was thinking of the same night she was. "I forgive you, Walter. The fault was not yours."

He smiled and patted her on the head as she released him and looked onward. Integra felt her cheeks warm a little in embarrassment at her childish act, but the end response of Walter being pleased and reassured was worth the expense of her dignity for that moment. Another flash and something out of her peripheral vision moved. Her eyes locked on it as another flash of lightning accompanied the first. A red coat down below them with a mop of black hair was gliding across the wild green grass. Integra felt relief wash over her, until she saw the other figure come up behind him. A figure in familiar robes…

It's a little taster. I've always wanted to know what it was like for Integra as she first began to give Alucard orders to end people's lives. How she deals with it, and how she lives through it.

Please R&R

-I'm hoping this will be more than one chapter, but it always depends on the feedback a writer receives.