*Disclaimer: I don't own Hellsing nor its characters featured here. This is mainly fanfic. OCs featured are fictional and original.
Monday night was cold and most people would have been in bed by now.
The blue streets would have seemed naked if not for the fact
that a Rolls Royce engine could be heard from a distance not so far away
and was smooth heading for the bend around the corner of the street.
The winds whistled through a careless opening at the car's window
as it glided effortlessly to another turn.
"Stop", said the blonde.
Her blue eyes traveled the dark alleys that stretched beneath the shadows.
Sigh. She gritted her teeth. She had a feeling something was about to happen that night
but couldn't much figure what would happen.
She breathed deeply and stared deep into the darkness as the car pulled
up to the pavement. The alley loomed in perspective, thinning at the other end
where a different corner turned.
One, two, three.
Silence.
Her eyes narrowed.
The engine vibrated through the silence as she waited.
Her hands gripping the pistol that was released from the holster a few seconds ago.
Still nothing has happened. She cleared her throat.
"Sir Integra?"
She startled and faced the old butler.
"There really shouldn't be anything here tonight." , he smiled.
"You really should be heading back to get some rest."
He maybe right, else Alucard would have informed me.
Sigh~I really should be resting but there are also paperwork.
"Move on".
As the car motioned, she allowed her thoughts to drift to the meeting
with the queen earlier.
It was evident that the queen was worried about Hellsing in future security roles
for England against the undead and had already ushered her to meet
prospective fine gentlemen in the high society to pave way for an heir.
After all, Alucard would only be bound to a Hellsing.
Integra edged herself towards the window and rested her head against it.
Yet her eyes drifted to the corners.
BHAM!
Something had darted from the shadows of the streets and collided with the car.
The body sprawled short just ahead of them and landed motionlessly on its side.
"Are you alright, Sir Integra?", voiced a concern Walter as he turned to
ensure her safety before returning his gaze to the front.
"I'm alright." She winced as she felt the sore bump on her head
and the jolt of pain at her shoulders taken during the collision.
With her gaze fixed to the front as she motioned forth,
she drew her pistol at the same time and then scanned the darkness
that surrounded the streets. All was quiet.