She dances back from the lunge and swings her sword at its left arm. The hand falls onto the grass.
The vampire hisses at her.
"Sheep. Little shepherdess. You fight in vain."
It leers. "I bet you taste as good as they did."
Integra stabs its heart; it dies once more. At the smell of rank blood, she vomits. Her bile stains the clover blossoms along with it.
They were pure once. So was she.
Alucard materializes and offers her a handkerchief. She shakily wipes her mouth.
His arm encircles her shoulders.
"Let's go find the rest of your flock."
(A/N: I was bored. Have a 100 word drabble about one of Integra's hunts in the early days of the organization.)
