Disclaimer: Alucard, Integra and all other characters of Hellsing are the property of Kouta Hirano and the various agents responsible for the production of the manga and anime. I do not profit from this piece nor is any copyright infringement intended.
Hell Hath No Fury
God, how he loved to torment her.
Unable to engage in activities more befitting a nosferatu, Alucard settled for filling his days—rather his nights—for the smaller pleasures he could find in life. Watching the muscles twitch in her forehead ever so slightly as her eyes narrowed to slits, fists and jaw clenching tightly as her rage grew, held strange fascination for him. He could almost feel the blood boiling in her veins as she exploded into fearsome tirades.
On the days she was of particularly foul temper, he would certainly find himself at the receiving end of a sound smack across the face or, more frequently, the business end of the barrel of her sidearm. Alucard smirked. He especially enjoyed those days. They were always so . . . interesting.
But, all masochism aside, the pain was not what he found most intriguing. No, it was the way she said his name—one small, seven-letter word held the power to make him, master of the very shadows themselves, swoon like a thirteen-year-old schoolgirl.
Alucard closed his eyes, drifting further into his reverie. Yes . . . he loved the way his name exploded from those delicious lips of hers. Her undeniable fury set the very air on fire as that simple, little word echoed down the long halls of the manor. Her voice always echoed in his mind hours later.
Had he his way, he would gladly give his young master many new reasons to scream his name in the dead of the night.
He snickered at the thought of splaying that sweet woman across her desk, stripping her of her life and virginity, then transforming her into the perfect bride—all in one fell swoop and all by her command.
Not that his beloved Integra would ever allow such a thing to occur. She was, undoubtedly, the single-most stubborn woman walking the face of this Earth. The pride of the ice princess of the Hellsing Organization would never succumb to his suggestions or his seductions—much to his chagrin. Still, there was nothing wrong with sharing his fantasy with his sleeping master. Open, honest communication was the key to a healthy relationship, after all.
Moments later, her furious voice shattered the stillness of the night.
"ALUCARD!"
He listened to the sounds of her erratic motions as she found and loaded the pistol she kept in the top drawer of her nightstand. Her footsteps were heavy as she flew down the stairs, racing towards the sublevels. She was certainly livid—she had not even bothered with shoes tonight.
A wild grin burst onto his face.
And so, milady, our game doth begin again.