To anyone who was expecting a "Heart of the TARDIS" update, PLEASE don't hate me!
I have a little bit of writer's block right now. I know what direction I want to move the story in, but I'm just not quite there yet, and as much I want to force the story to move forwards, I've tried that before and I know it's not pretty. You all are so wonderful and you deserve better than that.
In addition, I'm a point in the story where I need to watch the show as I'm writing due to it still being mostly canon at this time. Later, it will be easier to write on the go (long car trips, anyone?) when I don't need Netflix. ;)
So... as a result, for now I'm starting on a new idea as it's fresh. I WILL continue "Heart of the TARDIS," so please don't freak out. I just need some time and space.
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*snicker* Geddit?
Anyways... Hellsing! My new obsession. To all of you in the Hellsing fandom and not in the Doctor Who fandom, just ignore that little apology-explanation-thing.
It won't happen here. *wink* (It will. It always does. Deal with it. At least I'm honest.)
Anywayzzzzz I ship AlucardxIntegra sooooo hard. So that's what you're getting.
This story is just so out-there (it's borderline crack, except it's not funny; it's kind of tragic) that I think it deserves some kind of explanation. Sometimes, when I watch/read/hear/absorb things, I make up weird background stories in my head - like the kind of stuff that could potentially happen behind the scenes. "What if while *this* was happening, Jamie was secretly stealing all the candy in the world while Ophelia was having her mid-life crisis about 20 years early? But nobody knew about it."
That's how my brain works. Unfortunately for you, it's all very interesting.
So run. Run before I drag you into this. RUN.
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So you haven't ran yet. Fine, your choice.
I came up with this while watching OVA X, for anyone who is interested. You may see some scenes make an appearance at some point, and in some crazy way, it might make sense. Let's begin...
Night.
The air is cool. Not in the way that chills a person's bones, frosts up a window, slows the world down. It runs over the stretches of tile, wood, marble, great expanses of floor and wall, the desks, the chairs, the curtains. Everything is vibrating with energy, swinging, swaying, bouncing, ruffling. The world is painted by a soft blue shadow, but the whole house is filled with blinding energy of yellow, white, and pink. It is as if the day has just begun; there is so much more to do, so much more that can be done before it passes away in silence.
Perhaps that's why Integra is still there, hard at work. She never stops. She never rests.
She doesn't even truly think. After all, everything is done so automatically. Stamp. Sign. Fold. Stuff. Seal. Stamp. Stack. Countless letters and forms are neatly piled, made ready to ship out in the morning. Integra's movements are mechanical; ten years of this same process have trained her fingers well. Her mind drifts. She does not notice the stir just outside the door.
Her pet vampire swirls in a torment of clouds, smoke, and blood. One second he is there, one second he is not. He disappears and leaves so quickly that he hardly has a form. He is neither there, nor not there. He cannot make up his mind, and yet it does not faze him in the slightest. He has an important decision to make, but his grin does not betray it.
Night.
Integra couldn't help but think that it was much like another night, thirty years ago. The moon streaked through the windows, tinting everything a pale washed-out blue. The air was cold, and yet always moving. It made her sad, and at the same time, she felt alive.
She sighed and pushed her glasses back on her nose. She could remember a time when her thoughts would wander so easily, when she would wonder about the future, think about what it would be to live another's life. Silly thoughts that passed through her mind and gave her some ease from the stress of the position she held. Now? She was only taken back to the past. Memories that would better be forgotten.
As if not to repeat past events, to avoid new pain, the Hellsing Organization's leader put down the pen with another sigh. There was a time where she would have pushed herself further. Today, she was tired. Today, she was an old woman.
Sighing one final time, she placed her feet on the cold floor, and forced them away from the large stack of papers that had not yet been sorted through.
The door creaks.
Integra reluctantly pulls her eyes away from her desk to look across the room. A large grin greets her.
"Hello, Alucard." Her voice is emotionless, but a smirk tugs at the corners of her mouth. "You may enter."
"Integra," he purrs, melting into the room like the Cheshire Cat he is.
"What brings you here to interrupt my work? Walter's already given you blood." Again, she clips her words, but her eyes are amused and her head is tilted in a way that could even be described as playful.
He still smiles as he informs her, "I am troubled."
"Oh?" This time, Integra's face gives the impression that she is uninterested in what her vampire has to say, but her voice betrays her curiosity in Alucard's bluntness. "Why?"
He faces the window, grins at no one, grins at the night. "I am one-of-a-kind."
"Hmph. That's how we like it," Integra replies. Her attention has now been lost. She turns back to her papers.
"Hmph," he copies. "Not when we're on your side."
Alucard has recaptured Integra's gaze, and this time, she pushes out her chair and stares at him intently, glasses flashing in the moonlight. "You don't intend on making Seras like you." It is not a question.
"Police girl?" His grin stretches further. "I couldn't if I tried."
"Well, I'm not letting you bite anyone if that's what you're asking." There is fire in her eyes.
The vampire chuckles. "Not at all." He leans against the glass, and peers over the crook over his arm to meet her eyes. "I require an heir."
The flame blows out, and suddenly, the air is still and the room is cold. Integra can see the edges of her glasses fog.
"An heir? You don't plan on dying, do you?" Her voice catches. She cannot imagine the danger to Hellsing if its protector was to be eliminated.
"One must always be prepared. If I am to die, one from my bloodline should take my place."
"And how does that work?" she asks, amused once more, leaning on her desk. "You are dead."
"Undead," he corrects, raising his eyebrows. "I have many ways of creating vampires, though it is much easier to make them not of my own blood. To achieve that, I need either a very strong Draculina, or a human virgin."
"So it'll be the Police Girl's?"
He snorts. "Not a chance. She is not powerful enough, nor is she a No Life King."
"Then I suppose you have chosen a wife - mate? Partner?" She searches for the correct word with little success.
Alucard turns away from the window and walks around her desk to face Integra. "No. I'm currently conducting a search."
"And you've been unsuccessful thus far, I assume," she replies, lining up her papers and placing them neatly in the drawer. Alucard nods. "Don't look so surprised, Count. Few young women would trust a vampire and even fewer would give their virginity to one." She pops a cigar in her mouth, lights it, and draws the smoke into her lungs deeply, as if it is the last time she will ever be able to participate in the unhealthy activity. "Very few," she puffs.
He clicks his tongue and hisses through his teeth. "That is not necessary. It doesn't work like that."
Integra is intrigued. "No?" She puffs her cigar and looks at him intently. He leans on the edge of the desk and grins; she studies him carefully. Silence.
Integra moves to put her cigar in its ashtray. It hovers over her desk for a moment, until her mind is made up. She sticks it back into her mouth.
"I'm not giving up my cigars."
"That would not be necessary either-" Alucard suddenly sweeps backwards and laughs hysterically. He is now clothed in shadows, but his glasses and grin catch the little light that meet them. "I was not suggesting that my Master should volunteer herself, but rather asking for permission to add to our ranks." His smile is wide.
Integra stands and glides over to the window. Her coat and shining blonde hair flare behind her.
"You will not find anyone, Alucard. No human will be willing, and there are no true Draculinas."
She pauses and puffs on her cigar.
"It is safe for the 'volunteer?'"
"Naturally."
"Smoking will not harm your heir?"
"No."
"No virgin will be violated?"
"Never."
"And the ranks of Hellsing will be made more powerful."
"Our power will be nearly doubled, my Master."
Integra turns towards her servant calmly, but her mind is spinning.
The door creaked.
Integra's mind was spinning.
She listened for the sound of a predator. Someone was in her room, and the silence that shrieked louder than any noise told her that it was not Seras. Her hand inched under her pillow and it wrapped around her pistol. Her finger was on the trigger.
She was ready.
She is ready.
"I have nothing to lose and everything to gain," Integra clarifies.
"You would sacrifice your honor? Let it be known that you have helped in the making of a new vampire?"
Integra smirks. "Let it be known? Why Alucard, what makes you think that would happen? I will fabricate a proper cover once it is necessary."
His deep laugh fills the room once more, and it lingers. "You are smart, Master. And brave." He bows deeply. "This is what makes you Hellsing's true and only leader."
Integra merely gazes over her eyeglasses. There is no need for the vampire to tell her what she already knows. "What do I have to do?" she asks bluntly.
"It is an exchange of power. Your blood for my lives."
She reaches for the envelope opener; Alucard's gloved hand stops her own.
"Silver blades," he informs her. "Blessed." Smoke rises off as he draws one from his coat.
"Alucard," she breathes sharply. "You said it was safe."
"For you. But do not worry, Master. I will be swift, and little harm will come to me."
He kneels at her feet, face level with her abdomen. Her coat and suit jacked fall to the floor, and she unfastens the bottom three buttons of her shirt. Somehow, Integra knows exactly what to do.
"It will only graze the surface," he informs her, and she nods, wishing he would stop telling her what she is already knowledgeable of. Blood beads from the light pentagram is carefully being drawn on the smooth skin of her belly. Integra can smell the burning of Alucard's flesh. 'Hurry,' she thinks. 'Don't worry about hurting me. I am strong.'
Alucard smiles and she is almost completely sure he has read her thoughts. He confirms it as he responds, 'I know.' The last line is drawn, and the flings the knife to the ground. Red flesh shows through the numerous holes that have appeared in his gloves. Integra can sense the intensity of his pain, but his silly grin is still plastered all over his face.
For once, Alucard does not drink. Integra's blood pulls away from her body, and he absorbs it through his skin, purring as he does so. Both of their wounds heal, leaving light pink marks in their place.
"My Master, I ask once more for your permission."
"It is granted," she responds without hesitation. She throws her burnt-out cigar to the ground.
Smoke seeps through Alucard's pores, swirling like a summer storm. Its black fingers reach out and grab at her flesh. It is raw and stinging. Integra inhales sharply as it forces its way through her skin, but her face does not betray any pain.
"How does this work?" she demands, her voice containing the slightest edge of strain.
"My heir begins as solely a part of myself," he informs her. "As time goes on, it will slowly become more of you. When it is ready to be born, it will be equally half and half, like a normal human child."
"It is not."
He merely chuckles.
Suddenly the pain ceases, but Integra can feel herself pale ever so slightly. "I feel it."
"Not normal," he smirks.
"Not... physically." Her eyes are wide. "But I can feel..."
Alucard explains, "Some of my life is inside of you. This child feeds off me as much as it does you." He laughs. She can feel his breath.
He opened his mouth. She could feel his breath.
And she can finally pinpoint what it is.
She finally knew.
She can feel his presence.
She could sense his presence.
Alucard's life is inside of her.
Alucard was there.
So, that might be a lot to take in. I'll let you digest that.
I realize I'm probably breaking every rule in writing this, but I honestly don't care. The rules of Hellsing are so complicated that I *think* it's allowed.
And technically, it's canon! Because all of this *could* have happened behind-the-scenes.
But yeah, I really don't know what my brain was doing.
Please review! Expect a new chapter, hopefully sometime soon.
And please don't hate me for this. :p