Simply put, more of my one shots. These involve Integra with Alucard when she's quite a bit older so it's more romantic. I feel that my wrting is getting sloppy, so more critique would be wonderful! Don't forget to Review either way!

Disclaimer: Hellsing is not mine.

Parties were often the pinnacle of Nobility. Walter had laid a dress out for her along with a mask. Integra rose her eyebrow at the butler and scoffed. He did not find it as amusing as she did. He smirked and explained to her that she had not entertained any guests at the manor since her father had been well enough to have them. She was twenty-one now and had recalled the last party that had been at the Hellsing Manor. She had stayed up in her bedroom and played with Walter. Now though it was her turn.

"Who will be attending?" Integra questioned and looked at the dress very carefully.

"The Twelve and their sons, daughters and wives," Walter told her. "We will have to make a good impression on them all. Some of the son's are your age."

Integra gave another scoff and put her hands on her hips, cigar in mouth. "I'm hardly marriage material."

"We'll see," Walter said and exited his master's bedroom. Integra called for him to halt.

"Will the vampire be attending?"

"No, I don't believe an invitation was extended to him."

"Good," Integra bade the man good afternoon and looked her dress over again. She eyed it as if it was going to spring up and try and fight her at any moment. Instead it simply laid there and Integra went to her desk to do paper work until she had to look at the dress again.

It hadn't moved an inch when Walter came to her and told her that the party guests would be arriving soon. She nodded and slipped into her dress carefully. Her hair was easily enough taken care of. She pinned it up and looked the mask over. A masque. Perhaps someone would come as the red death. One could only hope.

Integra made her way down the stairs and met with the other knights of the round table. Islands joined her as soon as she was off the staircase.

"Integra, you look stunning. Like a street walker," he said to her. His identity was covered of course by an elaborate mask, but Integra knew.

"Islands, you never cease to amaze with your tact. My father would be proud of what he's taught you," she told the older man and strode away. Islands laughed and went to join the other men he had been speaking with. Integra smiled and approached Walter. She new him too well to even make it fair.

"The game isn't real, you know," he told her carefully. "It's not an important part of the party."

"The game is the most important part," Integra told her butler. "We shall see whom I can identify and whom I cannot."

Integra danced with many men, each of which she could identify by different characteristics. Finally, she was taken by Hugh Islands and twirled carefully.

"What I said was not very nice, Sir Hellsing," he told her by way of apology.

"No, it wasn't, Sir Islands," Integra frowned at the man before her. When he spun her again she released his hand and landed in another man's arms. She looked up at him and found only a smirk waiting for her. He too wore an elaborate mask to hide his identity. His suit was very fine and he took Integra's hands with his own gloved ones. This man, his identity was a secret to her. She could not identify him. He seemed so familiar, but in a very distant way. He bowed to Integra.

"May I?" He asked and Integra nodded. He pulled her close and led her in a dance. A tango. She followed him as he moved her through his arms and spun her. He was not who she thought he was. There was no way he knew how to dance so well. His hand slid up her back as he dipped her and his long legs moved out with her own. A cool breath was exhaled on her throat as she tilted her head back. He snapped her up and brought her close again. Integra moved her lips toward his as he took her thigh in his hand and brought it up to his hip. His lips moved down to hers.

"Alucard," she whispered, lips not even centimeters away, and smirked.

Alucard smiled as well and laughed. "You must always win the game, Sir Hellsing?"

"But of course, Vampire."