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Alucard moved like a shadow through the forests he knew all too well for the first time in twenty years, searching, testing the rain-soaked air. After centuries of hunting and tracking, he picked up the scent easily despite the rain. She was bleeding. He broke into a brisk jog, aware that he wasn't the only danger of the night in the area.
He saw her crumpled body against a random boulder. She was unconscious, soaked to the bone, a blackberry vine wrapped around her leg. He hesitated even now to approach her, but he did.
She had run from the funeral in the middle of the graveside service. Her father's and uncle's funeral. He was surprised how far she had gone. He kneeled in the wet grass beside her. Her glasses were close by, knocked off probably when she tripped on the vine. He suspected her on the brink of adolescence; her features still round and soft like a child's, but he couldn't help but notice her just protruding pair of breasts. Whatever was left of her innocence would probably disappear quickly, if it hadn't already, he thought sadly as he picked up her glasses and gently put them back on her face. He had learned that there was only so much grief a human heart could handle before they went crazy. She seemed to be handling everything (her father's death, her uncle's attempt at her life, her new duty as head of the Hellsing Organization, the realization that a servant vampire lived in her basement) fairly well and maturely.
He unwound the vine from her leg with care. How had she gotten herself so tangled? He closed his eyes a moment and relished the scent of her blood. What he wouldn't do to be able to sink his fangs into the poor girl and drain her, or just lap up the blood from the shallow thorn wounds. A picture of Walter popped into his mind. He would be relieved to know he had found their master, and also furious to know that he had found their master.
Walter had made it very, very clear that he didn't want Alucard to be anywhere around Integra, ever. The problem with Walter was that he knew exactly what Alucard was thinking from years and years of working with him. But even then, he only knew half of it.
Alucard shrugged off his red trench coat and then wrapped Integra snugly into it, hoping that her own body heat would warm her up. He certainly had no warmth to offer her. She stirred slightly, her hands coming up and firmly grasping the edge of the coat. As though hanging on. As though trying not to let go. It had been so long since a human had been this close to him...he secretly treasured the warmth.
It wasn't Walter's decision whether Integra desired a relationship with Alucard or decided to lock him back up in the basement like her father. It was their new master's.