So, I've seen pretty much no Integra x OC Female fics, and I was in desperate need of one, so I wrote this for my own personal gain. Anyway, it's very like, dramatic romance, with lots of like, "don't leave me, my love" if that makes any sense, so if you aren't into those kind of stories, this might not be for you. This is supposed to take place right before the storyline of Hellsing Ultimate.
*Hella changes due to not being able to project the reader into the storyline. Thanks.*
Disclaimer: I do not own Hellsing/Hellsing Ultimate or any of it's characters
"My love; stay here, and stay safe." The dark room, lit only by the roaring fire's soft amber glow falling through the doorway, shook continually around us; they never do seem to run out of grenades. Small pieces of the stone ceiling came cascading down, showering our broken bodies in dust and rubble. She knelt in front of me, being too bruised and beaten from the battle to even walk. Just a silhouette, a simple outlined blackness that guarded me from the destruction happening many floors above. Dear Integra gently kissed my forehead, her lips radiating with the heat of her last goodbye. The unspoken words, "Evangeline, I love you." radiated through my body. The hand which once fit perfectly into mine now grazed my blood and tear stained cheek, before slowly pulling away, until each gloved finger tip could be felt parting from my skin. Desperately I grasped for her hand, but it was too late. The silhouette had turned away, quickly making towards the door, as if the violence happening outside was less painful than leaving for even just a few hours. It was painful for me as well; I want to go with her, and if we're meant to die together, than there should be no greater death. Of course I'm terrified. Only 17 and forced into battle, with mere seconds of indication before the first shell hit the ground not thirty feet in front of where I was standing. If Alucard hadn't been there, who knows what would have happened. The words, "Don't leave me" lumped in the back of my throat, but somehow couldn't be said; that would be asking too bitter a task of my dear knight; what could I do? Integra stopped, and when she turned, this time her pained features were lightly outlined by the gas lamps behind her. She bit her lip, and without another word, turned and slammed the door behind her.
Darkness closed in, and the last shred of light I ever saw was someone shattering the heavy sub-basement door, and pointing a large gun directly towards me.
"And that, Sir Integra, is game over."
"Never again, will I love someone the same."
"Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing, at your service." The woman of now twenty one stood from her chair behind her desk and lightly bowed to her guests, inviting them to step into her office. Alucard and Walter stood off to the side, allowing Integra to handle the affairs of the Hellsing Organization herself, only there to oversee all of the "dirty work" that needed to be done. Alucard surveyed these guests, and looked effortlessly menacing, as was his nature. He made sure that each man was aware of his presence and his power, which needed not be shown. His gaze slowly turned over to his Master. She was a fearsome and absolute woman, with a resolve that could break even the strongest's willpower. He had known her for many years, and has seen her firmness break only once. That was a dark time for the Hellsing Organization, and even more for Integra herself. Even he winced at the thought. Suddenly, he remembered something very important he needed to attend to in the sub-basement, and quietly made his departure. His Master wouldn't mind; not after she sees exactly what he has created for her.
"Yes, I'm sure you've heard of him. The Vampire Alu . . .? Alucard? ALUCARD."
Later that evening, Sir Integra sits alone in her office, smoking one of her cigars, with the moon at the peak of its cycle and casting a morbid spotlight upon her desk; the smoke from her cigar danced like white fire. "Damn, where the hell did Alucard run off to? He's been missing all day; it's not like him to wander off like that. Perhaps I should try calling him."
She leaned forward, and pressed two little buttons on her white phone receiver , which then connected her to the phone to Alucard's room. Two echoing rings had passed when Alucard answered.
"Yes, Master. I was wondering when you'd call. I have been downstairs all day working on something wonderful. Would you like to see it?" She was taken aback by the quickness of his speech, and how willing he was to reveal his whereabouts. A hint of doubt passed though her mind. Alucard didn't usually partake in hobbies outside of his work; this worried her. Although Integra had known Alucard for almost eleven years now, she knew he was a monster and though she might not let on about it, she was in fact afraid of him, or at the very least intimidated.
"Fine, Alucard. I'll be down in a minute." she said with a sigh, and punched the button on the receiver. Integra sat still for a couple of seconds, before slowly rising from her seat, hesitant to actually leave her office. With the release of another slow, icy breath, she opened the double doors and stepped away from the safety of her office
In the sub-basement, Integra advanced slowly down the staircase, taking in her surroundings. Everything was made of stone, and seemed to be slightly dampened by the moisture. The gas lamps could not even touch the immense darkness that was enclosed within the cavern walls, but she supposed that's how Alucard likes it. She came to the end of her descent, and stared down the never ending black hallway, except this time a small sliver of amber light cut through the darkness, drawing Integra in. She mindlessly wandered to the door, and stuck her head inside, almost blinded by the change in lighting.
Squinting her eyes she whispered, "Alucard?" Finally her eyes adjusted to the light; the room was large, and nearly empty, except for Alucard's large coffin resting in the middle of the room. To the left she could see a slight outline of Alucard hunching over what looked to be a large box from where Integra stood. "Ah, Master. You've finally come, I was getting impatient." Alucard didn't turn around when he said this, just continued to hover over the obscure shape in the corner. "Are you finally ready to see what I've been working so hard on these 3 years?" His ice cold voice made Integra shiver, like the air around her stuck like frost to her skin. "I've been anticipating this for quite the time now; this unveiling. I want to see your expression, I want to hear your voice." he emphasized, "I need a challenge. Usually I'm able to gauge your reactions, but I was never sure about this one. I'm intrigued."
Integra was getting impatient with this little speech of his, and a little angry as well. "Enough of this game, Alucard. What are you talking about?" Her speech became more forceful, as if she could tell things were about to get out of hand, and was trying to keep it contained. Alucard chuckled once more. "Well, my master, come closer and see just exactly what I'm talking about." With caution, Integra stepped towards Alucard. Upon doing this, that mysterious vessel that Alucard was so enthralled with became clearer with every step: it was a coffin. A large, ominous coffin, that held some sort of altered and unknown future for Integra, sat like a black hole in the center of the room, dragging her forward.
"Alucard, what is this . . ." Her voice trailed off as she came closer to the coffin. The lid lay open on the floor. Alucard finally stepped out of Integra's view; the final reveal.
Integra's feet reached the edge of the coffin with a light 'tap' on the burgundy stained wood, and with a loud thud, she fell backwards onto the ground, thrown back by her mix of horror and astonishment. She had only glanced for a couple seconds, but that was all she needed to see to recognize her greatest wish, mixed with her worst nightmare. Heavily panting, she began to pull herself backwards.
"Alucard? What have you done?"
Smirking, he once again took his place next to the coffin, but this time, bent down, putting his face almost inside of it.
"Well, it isn't polite to keep a loved one waiting. Say hello."
I opened my eyes to what at first seemed like a bright room, with a blurry silhouette looming over my head. My eyes finally adjusted, and saw it was just my normal setting; the same stone ceiling. It was just him. 'Another one of his checkups, I'm assuming'.
" . . . say hello." his voice finally faded in. "Hello." I had just woken up, so I assume my mouth slurred the word with a disoriented voice. 'He usually doesn't disturb me like this, I wonder what he's doing.'
"Sit up, girl." he demanded. 'What is his problem? Why is he being so bossy? I'm not supposed to come out today, right?"
Confused, I sat up for the first time in what seemed like a month. I stretched my limbs and yawned deeply. I scratched my head wearily, speaking in a tired voice. "What's the big deal, Master? It isn't time yet. Usually you let me sleep for 6 weeks at a time, but it's only been a month. I'm exhausted." I rubbed my face in my hands, and suddenly stopped when I could hear a small breathing coming from a corner in the room. This wasn't my Master; the breathing was too light, too high a voice to be his. This voice sounded so familiar. 'Who is that?' Slowly I removed my hands from my face, and stared in the direction of the breathing. If I was still a human, seeing in this darkness would be near impossible, but with my now enhanced eyesight, or "third eye" as Master liked to call it, made it as clear as day.
I wish it hadn't.
My lovely Integra, it's been so long, stood terrified in the shadow of the room, watching with terror in her eyes. Just the emotion she was emitting was enough to regret my decision on that fateful day. My eyes widened as soon as I lay my eyes upon her, just like they did back then, and I blushed deeply. 'I'm not ready! I've been waiting four years, but it may be too soon. Or perhaps, it may even be too late.' that thought made me want to cry. My mind filled with conflicting emotions, and couldn't hold back any longer. I shoved my face into my hands again and began to cry; tears of embarrassment, sadness, and relief all came out at once. 'I want to run, I want to hide, I can't be seen by here right now." She was not at all happy to see me, and that was easy to sense. With a low rumble that broke the silence surrounding my sobs, Master spoke.
"Well, my Master, Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing," just hearing that name made my h eart soar, "what will you do? Did you miss her? Your lost, no, assassinated love, returned to once more stand by your side. And it seems that after all these years, she's grown shy. You wouldn't leave her here to cry by herself, would you? How will you play this one?" As Master spoke, I could hear Integra's breathing slow, almost to a halt. When he was finished, it returned to silence, aside from the crying, but even that had begun to ease up, as if time had stopped around us. The stillness was now shattered by an explosion of anger coming from the other side of the room.
"How dare you question me, monster! You have taken this too far! You have altered my past, present, and future. You have permanently changed my love, and their natural course of life, and you have the gull to doubt my resolve?! Leave us at once. I don't want to see your face right now." With the ring of the final words, Master lightly chuckled, and then grew into a howl that made my spine tingle. "As you wish, my one and only Master, I serve you forevermore." With that final, remark he exited the room, shutting the door behind him.