A/N: Sooo. This is my first Hellsing fanfic, which I have been meaning to upload...for weeks. ^.^; I'm so sorry...it took me forever to get this up because of my internet curfew (due to my being caught at odd hours of the morning reading fanfic). So here it finally is; hope you like it! Read and Review, 3
Integra walked to her bed, watching the blood pearl up in her palm. It was a stupid, she knew, to fish around in an abandoned desk. Especially an abandoned desk in the Hellsing mansion. She had stuck her hand somewhere it didn't belong and cut herself on a letter opener. The thin ribbon of red on her palm was seeping dark red blood.
She felt, rather than heard, Alucard appear in her room. After a scant few years with him, she felt she knew him better than Walter and even her own father. It was a frightening yet comforting occurrence that had happened so slow she'd barely realized it. It began with her as a still frightened young girl, Alucard the imposing vampire, and ended with her a strong young woman who knew how to handle her dark vampire.
"Master?" Alucard's voice was not the haughty and mocking one he used with everyone else; privately, Integra knew he was different with her. His voice instead contained an ounce of curiosity; no doubt he wanted to know how she became injured. Always wanting my blood.
"I'm fine," Integra said calmly, sitting cross-legged in her long skirt. Alucard came forward, kneeling before her, barely an inch or two taller than her. He held his hand out to her, and she gave him an incredulous look to which he responded with a wolfish grin.
"Come now, Master. What good would come from draining you dry?" Integra resisted the urge to smack him, instead placing her smaller, tanned hand in his. Even with his gloves she could feel how cold he was; it was yet another reminder that he was dead. As she watched, Alucard leaned over her hand, and she felt no breath as his parted lips ghosted over the wound, tongue gently running against torn flesh.
It only lasted a few seconds before he kissed her hand, gently pushing it back to her. The cut was now gone, she saw, replaced by nothing but a pleasant buzzing sensation- which, she suspected, was as much his fault as the blush threatening her cheeks. Alucard waited, silent for a few moments.
"Thank you," Integra said quietly, unwilling to let her gaze wander from her now healed hand. Alucard laughed just as quietly, finally drawing her gaze with a cool brush of his fingers against her chin.
"My pleasure, Master."