Heartbroken

He was furious. How could she not notice his tries? Was it all a matter of time? No. It couldn't be. Eleven years should be enough time. And in the beginning, he'd believed….no, he'd been sure that he knew what she was up to. But why didn't she make her move? Was she afraid? Yeah, sure, his master Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing afraid! That's really a good one. Then what was it? Was he mistaken, did she never…. The no life king stopped. There it was. If I can't even think of the word, how can she? A sharp pain hit him. What is this? Nothing are supposed to hurt me, I…The pain was back, sharper and more overwhelming, and he was forced in a half kneeling position, his right hand grabbed the shirt over his aching heart, struggling to keep focused. What is happening to me?

"ALUCARD" The voice rung sharply in the long, cold hall. "Alucard, what happened to you?" Her servant was kneeling in the middle of the hall, at first glance, it looked like a pile of clothes someone had carelessly thrown away. She knelt down beside him, and turned his face to her. "…are you….are you crying, Alucard?" There was something soft in her usually cold voice. She found herself awkward, like being in a place she wasn't supposed to be, seeing something that was supposed to a secret.

…Master...The world was blurry for his normally eagle-sharp eyes. His whole body aching, his heart felt like…bursting? Then, it was gone! A warmth was spreading from his chin, he felt a hand carefully turning his face. He could see again, but he didn't dare to look up. Continuing to stare down on the cold, black tiles, a warm voice spoke. He heard every word, but wasn't capable of getting a meaning out of them.

What was going on here? She was starting to get seriously worried about him. Then, his eyes focused on the floor. So he was awake. "Oh, Alucard, what is it with you? Would you look at me? Look at me, that's an order!"

An order. He couldn't resist any longer, she'd been specific. He looked up. Blood met Ice. There was something in her eyes. Something that he hadn't seen there for a long time. Was she… worried? About him? He couldn't do anything about what happened next. It simply just happened. His cold lips touching hers. Only for a moment, a second. Then, surprisingly, she responded. Her worm body against his, his arms around her. "…Master….I….I…" She silenced him with her lips. "I know. I've knew for eleven years." "Then why wait any longer?"

The old door opened slowly, and the Hellsing family's butler entered the room. "Inte…" He stopped. His master wasn't alone it the old, queen-size bed. Her servant was there too… A long list of options appeared in his head, but he chosed to ignore them, and left the room silently.