Hellsing is not mine. Right. Just wanted to get that out of the way.
ExI. No, I do not ship this couple. (AxI baby, YEAH!)
Anyway, I hope you enjoy the little twist.
The cold nipped her face, even as she rubbed her hands together and breathed out warm breath in an attempt to stay warm. So far her attempts were in vain.
Integra sighed. It was getting late, and there was still no sign of him. Her determination, however, was amazingly strong. She would not give into this cold. Her pride would not allow it. Her heart would not allow it.
No sooner had she thought these things, when the soft crunch of snow alerted her of someone else's presence.
"Integra?" A smooth, creamy Italian voice called out to her.
She looked up, and stared into the bright green eyes of her secret lover. Her forbidden lover.
"Enrico!" She exclaimed, wrapping her arms around his neck. His arms found their way to her waist, and they stood together in a tight embrace.
"I almost thought you wouldn't come," She sighed in relief, nuzzling her face into his shoulder.
"It's alright, I'm here now." Maxwell kissed the top of her head. Sharp winter wind blew around them, twisting their hair, blending it together in soft, blonde waves.
Integra looked up at him, and reached up. Her lips brushed his gently. He needed just that invitation. He took her bottom lip in his and they fell to kissing.
The winter cold, the frozen land, it all seemed useless, unimportant to them now. The freezing winds did nothing; they weren't even the slightest hindrance. All that mattered were the two lovers, lost in their own passion. The young hearts that beat ferociously were the governors now.
Then, as if numbed, Integra realized that the cold she was feeling was nonexistent.
Never, in the history of the Hellsing family, had such a scream of disgust, of horror, echoed through the halls of the Hellsing mansion. Reverberating off of Integra's bedroom walls. And never, ever has anyone heard a vampire laugh the way this one did as he made his way down the dark hall away from the bedroom.
See? Did I not tell you there was a twist? Now, let me clear something up, because I know this will be a misconception. No, Arucard was not being a sick bastard in her room. He was there to watch her wonderful dream, and laugh at it. That aside, I hope you enjoyed this, and critique is much welcomed.