Disclaimer: Hellsing and its awesome characters are never mine.
I'm sincerely sorry for the typos and the grammatical errors.
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At the age of 50, Integra began doing a ritual. She would almost religiously sit in front of her boudoir, touch the red vials of cream and apply some of the cream on her face. For five years now, she did not fail to miss a night of doing this ritual and it has come to the point where she has memorized every lines, every blemish on her face.
This night, Integra prepared herself for doing this ritual again. She sat on in front of the boudoir and stared at her face in the mirror. But the count has returned from his 30 years of absence and decided to see Integra's ritual for himself. Right then, he took form behind her chain and gazed at her face through the mirror.
"My fledgling was right. You are indeed counting your wrinkles before you sleep," he spoke.
"Your fledgling has a wicked mouth. Well, my wrinkles aren't decreasing at any rate," she held one of the red vials and said, "This thing's bullshit."
He chuckled lightly. "Why do you even attempt to hide the fact that your gloriously age? It's the reward you get for triumphing over death for decades now."
"Wrinkles are never beautiful by convention," she replied.
"Whose convention it is? You humans are obsessed with your skin- nothing but a covering to your bones that will rot away when you die."
"A little morbid tonight, aren't we?" she said, "And that's all easy for you to say since nothing appeared on your skin since time immemorial."
Integra's statement made them both chuckle.
"Do you want it?" he spoke again.
"Want what?" she said.
"Eternal youth. It comes with immortality of course. I can give it to you."
The smile that Integra wears faded and silence filled the room. Integra stood up, paced a little farther from where the count stood then faced him. She spoke, "Right now, I'm having the urge to put silver bullets in that damned body of yours unless you take your offer of immortality back, you idiot."
He grinned, "Splendid. That's really the reply I'm expecting."
"Then why I ask if you know that I'll violently decline?"
"So I can say that at least I tried it. I'd love to walk the earth with you until it has become a useless pile of ashes," he replied, "But I do not wish to take away your opportunity to face death with dignity as a human. That is the least thing you deserve."
"You're not just an idiot, Count. You're a sentimental idiot, the worst kind," Integra's smile returned, "Don't try to bring this up again, Alucard. I'm getting old; my body is becoming more and more frail each day and my health is deteriorating. I'm not sure if I'll have the courage to decline you again and it's unfair for me."
"As you wish, my master."
"Thank you. You're dismissed, then."