Simple. Short. Not really romantic, but there is an obvious thing between Alucard and Integra in this. Read, review, enjoy. Based loosley on the song "Cinder and Smoke."

Hellsing isn't mine.


The warmth of it burned her face. Integra could feel it burning even from the distance she stood. This building that had once belonged to them. It had once been a part of the Hellsing organization, once a summer home in Cheshire that Integra remembered going to. A farmhouse. There had been a dog, covered in mud. There had been memories. Now, nothing. She felt the heat, watched the ash. She could remember Arthur chasing her around the yard, remember Walter bringing the tea. She could remember Islands, a smile and his pinky extended when he drank the tea.

Left though, unattended for so many years had brought ruin into it. A vampire was using it as a place of operations. He had splattered the blood of many a person on the walls of her memories. The dog had long since died. The tree that shaded the yard had long since withered. Now, it was a crippled as her father had become in his last years of life. He didn't remember the farmhouse. Integra left it's image painted on her mind, and tried never to forget.

"Cinder and smoke," a whisper around the trees. The withered tree bent, as if it was listening. The vampire was next to her now. He could not remember as she did. He took her hand in his. He would try. Integra held loosely a Polaroid of her and her father. Walter only halfway in the photo.

"Pray for rain," she whispered and he did, though she could not hear it. "I hope it burns again." Integra let the photo go, it soared with the wind and ash and became ash as it moved to the fire. Burning up in a great Polaroid death.

Alucard's gloved hand fit neatly into hers. He watched the fire, all of it illuminated in his glasses. Integra watched it burn. The memory of it all was too overwhelming. She pulled her hand from his and walked away. Leaving her memories to burn and turn to ash along with the old farmhouse. The vampire turned and watched her leave. He could think of nothing to say. He turned away from the house himself and started after the girl.

She was by the car, heaving up ash and cinders.Sick from memories.

Walter was holding her hair.

Alucard stood; backed by the great fire, cinder and smoke.