Integral's Embrace.

~I do not own Hellsing ~ This is my first ever Fan Fic, I hope you enjoy it. Please review. Thanks

Many long months had passed since the heir of Hellsing's interment in the bloody Tower of London. Too many days spent agonizing over the final days of her ancestral home, too many nights contemplating the lure of immortality. Even now when she closes her eyes Sir Integral can see his dangerously smiling face. Those blood red eyes piercing her thoughts, and knowing her hearts desire, even when she herself refused to accept it.

Quickly the anger rises within the breast of Hellsing's heir; she remembers how she threw the wine bottle at him. "GET OUT ALUCARD! HOW DARE YOU COME IN HERE OFFERING THIS PERVERSITY!" The bottle sailed past his head to smash in a burgundy mess on the wall. The long pale No Life King in Red let his smile spread even wider, his canines gleaming in the candlelight. "Ah Master, always the fiery one. What a beautiful creature you would make. Think on this as I take my leave, for Master you know as well as I, what truly dwells in your heart."

So saying the cocky vampire slid into the shadows letting them claim his form, his eyes lingering long enough to flash Integral a drawn out wink, before blinking out entirely. That had been several months ago, and he had yet to pay a return visit. Yet his words refused to leave her. In fact she had no visitors, as the Queen herself saw fit to place Integral in solitary confinement. Very comfortable imprisonment, but imprisonment none the less. She could barely contain the rage she felt at this fact, the audacity of the thrown to jail her for crimes she couldn't possibly be guilty of. Yet here she sits.

Just as she could not escape the walls of her plush prison, neither could she escape the growing restlessness of her mind. The dreams of freedom and power before undreamed of, contaminated every waking moment. As much as the idea of becoming one with Alucard disgusted her it also excited and enticed her as well. The very thought consumed her, and shook her moral fiber to the core of her being. No mortal should ever be faced with such a decision, she would often comment to herself. The allure was so great.

Yet how could she even consider such a thing, to become that which her ancestors hunted and destroyed for centuries? To become one of the very beings she had dedicated her entire life to destroying. Such thoughts were an abomination and must not be considered but how else would she ever be free of the Tower. It did not appear that her confinement would be ending any time soon. What good was she doing the world from here? Such thoughts kept her in a constant state of agitation; it was all she could do to not go mad.

If it weren't for her music, newspapers and occasional television privileges Integral may have rounded the bend into insanity. Yet these simple distractions as well as her iron will and pride prevented such an escape. So thus she was left with her circular thoughts of Alucard's seductive offer and nothing but time to spend dwelling on them.

It was torment for Alucard to watch the long time home of his masters being barricaded and empty. Despite his servitude to the Hellsing Organization he felt no animosity for them, in fact he had grown quite fond of the recent heir, perhaps in a way more then wholesome for a Nosferatu of his stature. He smiled in chagrin at such thoughts of his current master Integral Wingate Hellsing, yet her confinement pained him, he longed to set her free. Not only free of her prison, but also free of her mortal life. He could see such great beauty and strength within her. The kind of power that cries to be given the dark gift.

However, the choice must be hers and she had yet to accept her true destiny. So he left her to her solitude, but watching over her as she slept. He just couldn't totally stay away. The boredom was really starting to take it's toll, without any assignments or Integral's rigorous training maneuvers it left the former Count to his own devices. Creating a rather dull situation for Alucard, after all his true power and potential was still controlled by the Hellsing House, and thus by it's heir.

So he often found himself wandering the ruins of Hellsing House and paying nocturnal visits to his sleeping Master. A gleam of ruby eyes in a sea of darkness, staring from the void to watch over the sleeping Lady of Hellsing House, how he yearned to bring her into his world. "Ah little Integral, you know this is your fortune. Why do you continue to deny me?"" His long tongue lashes over rapier sharp ivories. His whispers to the slumbering woman on the bed, filled with desire and longing.

Beneath the steady gaze of captive monster, Integral sleeps oblivious captured by her dreams. In a dress of indigo blue falling in cascades of slippery silken waves down her willowy frame, she carefully walks down the grand staircase of Hellsing Manor. Her hair is piled in an elegant coif upon her brow, long platinum tendrils curl around her face softening the angles of her cheekbones and jaw line. She feels intensely self-conscious and out of place in such feminine apparel, this is as far from her stoic business suites as she could ever be. Yet there is a joy within her, a sense of belonging despite her alien wardrobe.

She murmurs softly in her sleep, and the red cloaked demon leans closer. Deep within the labyrinth of dreams Integral wanders. As she continues down the stairs, she can see a tall, smartly dressed man awaiting her. She cannot make out his face from here, but gets the sense of a smile playing over his lips as he gazes up at her. From the ballroom she can hear the strains of Beethoven's Moonlit Sonata. Haunting and beautiful the music itself calls her to dance.

As she draws closer to her escort, his visage becomes all too familiar. Dressed in court finery, he leans comfortably on the stair railing awaiting his companion, that ever present Cheshire cat grin painting his lips, and revealing the tips of his razor like canines. She pauses on the last landing, staring at him with surprise and a strange sensation growing in her breast. Her heart is hammering; her breath feels as if it's trapped in her lungs. His gleaming red eyes gaze upon her adoringly and pin her to the spot.

"Alucard" she breathes aloud in her sleep, her voice light and wispy, nothing like her usual commanding tones. "I'm here master," he responds with an almost involuntary reaction, despite knowing she cannot hear him, so lost in the land of Morpheus. She moans and tosses, the covers spilling to the floor, only to be replaced by the watching vampire. He wonders what she could be dreaming, but decides not to intrude upon her sleeping thoughts, despite the temptation.

As they gaze at one another for what seems an eternal moment, she can feel the heat rising in her cheeks. Continuing down the staircase, she finds herself before him, blushing furiously, something that Integral could never in her waking mind imagine herself doing. He bows deeply, commenting on her incomparable beauty, making the rose highlight in her cheeks all the more rich. He takes her arm, every inch the gentleman, so unlike her pet vampire. They walk together into the ballroom, a perfectly matching pair.

As the massive doors to the ballroom swing open, the sight beyond them fills the mind with unspeakable horror. For everyone within lies broken and dead, their bodies being feasted upon by a multitude of ghouls. Integral lets loose a scream of terror that sends her bolting upright in her over comfortable bed. Her eyes flying open wide rimmed with shock and disgust; she realizes she is screaming Alucard's name.

Then as if summoned like a genie from a bottle, the red cloaked demon himself appears before her. After so many long months of solitude and separation, she realizes just how much she missed him. In a very uncharacteristic move she launches herself into his arms, "Alucard you bastard! Don't you ever leave me alone like that again!" her tone is both shaky and firm, just like his master, a living contradiction.

"Yes Master, I mean no Master, I won't leave you alone like that again." He purrs into her ear, resting his cheek against her bright blond head. The fragments of her dream now clearing from her mind, she pulls away from him scowling fiercely. "Now explain yourself, what are you doing here at 2 A.M.?" Again that smug smiles spills over his face, replacing in a flash his expression of concern. Not one to give anything away he replies. "Why master, you were calling to me. How could I not answer your summons?" His tone is filled with a mirth she cannot comprehend. "Now tell me Sir Integral, have you thought any further on my offer?" He asks one arched eyebrow raising to punctuate his query. Suddenly her stomach is filled with butterflies and for once in her life; Integral Wingate Hellsing is at a complete loss for words.