I have returned, in a whole new area of Fanfiction, an area I never thought I would be in. I thank you all for coming by and checking out my story. It is still in progress, so if you see any spelling mistakes that I may have missed, or have any comments, please feel free to review or send me a private message. I take criticism.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Hellsing characters, though it would be nice if I did. The only thing I own out of this is the idea.

Please read and enjoy!

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Slowly, Sir Integra sat in her chair, eyeballing all the paperwork that lay before her on her desk. Instantly, her head began to hurt, and she fought the urge to reach up and rub her head. She hated paperwork, though she knew it needed to be done. She picked up a piece of paper and began reading over it.

To a normal person it would appear she was studying this piece of paper intently. Alucard knew differently. Her eyes may be on the paper, but her mind was a million miles away. He eased into the chair infront of her desk and watched her through his tinted sunglasses. He wasn't sure if he should bother her, or leave her to her memories. It wasn't often she took trips down memory lane.

Before his decision could be made, Sir Integra lowered the paper and looked at him. Though she could not see his eyes, she knew he was watching her as well. She laid the paper on her desk.

"Good evening Alucard. Let me guess. Walter is in the hospital, Seras Victoria is on vacation, so you have no one to mettle with. So, now you've come to mettle with me. Am I right?"

Integra reached for a cigar, placing it to her lips and lighting it, taking in the sweet smoke that had helped keep her sane for years.

"You know me too well, Miss Hellsing."

Integra smiled, ashing her cigar in a nearby ashtray.

"So, what do you want?"

"I want you to take a walk with me."

She gave him a strange look. Luckily for all of them, it had been rather peaceful in England. It had only been two weeks since the battle between Alucard and Incognito took place. Since then, the trash they fought had worked hard at avoiding Alucard. Of course, she couldn't really blame them. This only left one problem, Alucard now had nothing to do, and he was bored.

"Why on earth would you think I would take a walk with you?" She placed a hand on her desk and leaned back into her chair. The smoke from the cigar drifted upwards into the high ceilings of the Hellsing Mansion.

"It's a lovely night."

She nodded.

"I'll agree with you there, Alucard. But I can't. First of all, I'm not a night walker like you are, and secondly, I have a lot of work to do."

Alucard let out a low chuckle.

"Miss Hellsing, staring at a piece of paper and letting your mind wander does not mean you are working. It means you are stressed and really don't want to be working. Not to mention, you won't be alone. I won't let the little ghoulies get you."

He had her there. She stared into the reflection of herself in Alucard's glasses. She could feel the weight of his stare as she leaned and ashed her cigar again, putting it back to her lips and taking in a long drag. Finally, after a few moments of sitting in silence, she stood.

"If I go, will it quiet you?"

"Not only will it quiet me, it will honor me to know that the great Sir Integra Wingates Hellsing left her work just for me."

She sighed and grabbed her coat. Though she welcomed the break, she hated who it was with.

She did not hate Alucard, definitely not! She loved him, probably more than she was supposed to. She hated the thoughts he made her have. Though, she had no one to blame but herself. It wasn't like Alucard forced the thoughts on her, it was merely that she didn't think about such things until she was in his presence. She was, as they say, between a rock and a hard spot. She wanted something she knew she couldn't have. She wanted to be a vampire. She knew it, he knew it. But, this was a dark desire she could not give into. She had a legacy to keep up with. Not to mention, she wasn't sure she could handle being a vampire.

Alucard and Sir Integra exited through the front of Hellsing Mansion, and took a worn path into the woods behind the house. These were woods she had not been in since she was a child, taking a break from the lessons her father taught her. Her father. How she missed that man, and taking a walk, literally, down memory lane did not help the sadness his memory presented her. In all honesty, she hated what she had become. Her emotions were locked away into a tiny black box in her heart, closed to everyone but herself. She had a responsibility to hold up, and it didn't involve sitting in the corner crying, or swooning over Alucard. Still, every once in a while when she was alone, she would cry. But no one knew. Atleast, she hoped no one knew.

Most of their walk was in total silence, Alucard's eyes turned up to the night sky, her's turned to the ground to ensure she didn't trip and fall. Finally, Alucard spoke and broke the silence between them.

"It really is a lovely night. Look how the moon shines, lighting our path. And the stars, they twinkle and shine like small eyes, watching us as we make our night time journeys." He paused, still watching the skies.

"I don't understand how anyone can hate this."

"Alucard, it isn't that people hate it. It's just, a normal person is asleep and dreaming by now. Not out wandering the night. Like I said, I agree with you. The night is lovely."

They continued walking together. Sir Integra did enjoy moments like these when she was alone with Alucard. Though you couldn't tell from the lock she kept on her heart all the time. It was very rare that they did get to be together. He was a very intelligent person, and he was funny. She loved the fact that she was the only one that saw the true side of him. He wasn't just a killing machine like everyone at Hellsing thought him to be. He had a strange sense of humor, he loved to read a lot, and he was a prankster. Though, the only people he really pranked were Walter and herself. Not even Seras Victoria, his vampire child, knew about him, not really. She knew he was a very old, very powerful vampire, and he had abilities beyond her wildest imaginations.

"Where did Seras go on her vacation?" Integra asked, looking up at him in question. Alucard was now watching straight ahead.

"She went to Transylvania. She said she had some things she needed to do there."

Sir Integra nodded.

"She really showed her true colors, during the war between Incognito and you. But, you always had an eye for such people."

Another low chuckle escaped his lips.

"I have no such eyes, Miss Hellsing. Had it been any other circumstances, I would not have changed her into a vampire. But, fate has a way of playing cruel jokes on us, I suppose."

They continued walking, until they happened upon a small pond. This pond, she realized, was the pond she had played in while she was a child. After her father's lessons, she would come here to relax. Back when times were so simple and she didn't have to worry about a thing.

Alucard paused at the edge of the pond, watching how the water rippled the moons reflection. She, however, did not want to dwell on memories any longer than she had to, and continued on. Alucard turned to her.

"For someone who didn't want to come out here, you are quite eager to keep going."

Sir Integra stopped and sighed.

"Maybe it's not eagerness to keep going, maybe it's eagerness to get this over with."

Lies. That's all she told Alucard now was lies. The only explanation she could come up with as to why she was the way she was now was the death of her father. After his death, she hated human contact, and she hid her emotions. To most, she appeared to be high strung, almost as heartless as the ghouls they fought. This atleast earned her respect at the Hellsing Organization. If she wasn't the way she was now, she would not have any respect.

"Alucard, I wish to return back to the mansion now. If you don't mind, I do have work I need to get back to."

Alucard nodded slightly.

"If you wish, Miss Hellsing."

Alucard turned and began walking down the path back to the Hellsing Mansion, leaving Sir Integra behind. She trotted to catch up to him. Suddenly, Alucard stopped, his face pointed straight up to the sky. Chills spread out over Integra's skin. Had he sensed something? Were they about to be attacked? She cursed herself for not bringing her gun. The peacefullness of London had caused her to let her guard down. She should have remembered one of the first lessons her father taught her, the wicked never rests.

Suddenly, she understood why he stopped when a drop of water hit her on the nose. It was beginning to rain. She let out a small laugh at her unnecessary panic, but silenced it when she realized she was stuck out in the rain, at night, with Alucard. She sighed.

"The night tried to tell me it was going to rain. I didn't believe it though." A smirk was present on his face.

Sir Integra knew he was lying. Alucard, being a child of the night for as long as he had been, should have known the night cloud patterns better than anyone. He knew it was going to rain, and he had done this on purpose.

They both continued walking. Integra enjoyed the rain, though. It had been a long time since she was in the rain and enjoyed it. The last time she was in the rain was during a funeral not long ago, saying good bye to the men who had lost their lives trying to protect her and the other Knights during their round table conference. She had hated looking into the eyes of those mens' families, and hoping they didn't know what had killed them, or the pain they experienced during their death. Half of them were killed by the Valentine brothers, and the other half were killed by Walter, Seras Victoria, and herself after being turned into ghouls.

The Hellsing Mansion was just in sight. Suddenly, Integra realized she was walking alone.

"Alucard, where did you go?"

"You go ahead, Miss Hellsing. I need to take my leave of you for a minute. You are safe."

She glared at nothing in particular before continuing on. Her clothes were soaked through, and she desperately wanted to finish atleast some of the paper work. She reached the front door of the Hellsing Mansion, opening it slowly. The door made a very slow, but loud, creak as it opened. The Mansion was as quiet as it had been before she left. Only this time, no Alucard. She walked into her bedroom to find a change of clothes.

Her bedroom was very dark when she walked in, and as lonely as her office. She walked over to her dresser to find night clothes so she would atleast be comfortable while she worked. Her clothes made a sloshing noise as she slipped them off and dropped them to the floor. She was cold now, and still very wet. She slipped into her night clothes, and tied her hair off to keep it from falling onto the paperwork and damaging it. As she was about to walk out of her room, she heard it. Alucard was laughing and mumbling to himself, walking for the stairs leading down into the dungeons. Alucard kept his "room" down in the dungeons, in the same room he had been kept prisoner for twenty years. Suddenly, curiosity took hold of her, and without thinking she slipped from her bedroom and began to follow him. She wanted to know what he had done with the room since he had been let free, and why he chose to keep that room and make it his. She could hear his voice as he walked. It didn't take her long to realize he was having a telepathic conversation with Seras Victoria in his mind. However, Alucard had a bad habit of holding all of his inner conversations outloud.

The stairs led deeper and deeper into the depths of the Hellsing Organization. Alucard's footsteps were silent against the stairs, and she tried her hardest to keep her footsteps silent as well. She knew damn well he was aware of her presence, yet she hoped he wouldn't be upset with her for stalking him, which was, regrettably, what she was doing. Or, maybe, since he was having a talk with Seras, he wouldn't notice she was following him. Either way it went, she continued on, curiosity driving her forward. Before she had time to think another thought, Alucard disappeared into the shadows. Had he sensed she was there? Was he angry? She stopped in her steps, and debated on continuing or turning around. If she kept going, and went into his room, her curiosity would disappear. However, if Alucard found out she had sneaked into his room, he might be upset with her. Finally, she decided to turn around and go back. She turned and jumped backwards, almost falling down the stairs. Alucard was hanging upside down by the ceiling, watching her.