Lemony: I had a request from a Hellsing fan to write a new Hellsing story. So, I got to thinking and finally came up with a plot idea, after all, I can't deny my fans. BTW I have no clue when this story takes place, just know that Walter hasn't betrayed them, Millennium doesn't exist, and um…well anything that's canon that might disturb the story so this is AU.

Wicked: Oh goody, let's see where this goes, of course I am being sarcastic.

Awesome: Is this about the one people? And the blonde chick who's a bitch, and the one guy whose a vampire?

Lemony: Yup, this is it. Enjoy the chapter.

*Disclaimer* Don't sue me.

Such thoughts coming from Sir Integra Fairbrooks Wingates Hellsing were forbidden. It was like an unwritten rule, she couldn't go to bed at night with his name on her lips, and she couldn't daydream about fluffy little romantic scenes with him. She shouldn't be thinking about him at all. She could not have such feelings for her vampire subordinate. It was highly inappropriate for Integra to even consider there could something more between them. They weren't friends, family, and certainly not lovers…they were nothing more but master and servant, and from time to time, bitter rivals in a constant struggle for power over the other.

But these feelings…what were they? And why did they only thump through Integra's body when he was near. Was something wrong with her? Was she sick?

Integra asked herself why she let this go on for so long, why she let herself feel this way? These…these…thoughts, would play out in her mind all day long, mocking her at every turn. The noblewoman figured this must've all began when she was still very young, perhaps the first time she met him…

Everything happened so fast for thirteen-year-old Integra. First, her father died begging her to take the family title, to which she honorably accepted. Then her deceitful uncle and his cronies were trying to kill her. Now, the blonde girl was trapped in the crypts of her own home. Well, at least she wasn't alone, the lifeless corpse sitting next to her provided good company. The dead man gave her comfort in a strange way. So, she stayed down there in the musty, damp basement hoping and praying to God no one would find her.

Her prayers were not answered…

After that, Integra remembered what happened in short flashes. She remembered unholy male screaming, the sound of flesh being torn piece by piece, her shoulder feeling as if someone set it on fire, then the corpse walking amongst the living. Each memory was only a few seconds long, but they always reminded her why she could never have him, and the memories that followed reinforced that self-imposed rule. The next thing the blonde woman remembered was that everyone was dead, except her…

Young Integra sat with her knees drawn up to her chest, trembling violently. The scene before her resembled something out of a bad horror movie, blood decorated everything in sight, people were just screaming, and then the bodies were all nothing more than crumpled up human flesh laying, lifeless, on the floor.

This was the type of thing that would scar a person for life.

Integra's heart was threatening to burst out of her chest, her eyes were wide and fearful as she stared at the man, or corpse, or whatever it was that just killed those men. He slaughtered all of them so effortlessly, cruelly, and quickly. It was as if he was born to murder people, like he had a natural talent of tearing humans to pieces. All the color in Integra's face vanished when he turned to her. The unnamed monster began to walk towards her…

With fumbling hands, Integra snatched a gun from the ground and pointed it right between his eyes. The blonde girl didn't want to die and if that meant she'd have to kill somebody else to survive…then so fucking be it.

Then the man did something strange. He bowed to her and uttered one small word…

"Master."

"Ma'am? Ma'am?" Walter said gently nudging the blonde woman, Integra blinked momentarily before snapping back to reality. She was in her office as usual simply going about her duties until she zoned out. Tonight, she was especially out of it for some reason. The noblewoman didn't know why, vampires raging across the countryside seemed like a routine thing for Hellsing. Simple "Search and Destroy" mission, nothing that would make her particularly nervous. Integra had a hunch as to why she wasn't paying attention; she just hoped she was wrong…

Maybe it was the full moon or something.

"Yes Walter, what is it?" Integra said straightening her glasses,

"Alucard has returned with information from his mission." The elder man explained, Integra kept her face neutral, but really she was sweating bullets on the inside. Oh God she'd have to be alone in the same room as Alucard…Integra did what she knew best, she lit up a damn cigar and tried to look relaxed and professional.

"Very good," The noblewoman said keeping her voice leveled and taking a long drag on her cigar, "Send him in."

Alucard the Great Vampire was not weak by any means. He was the strongest, dominating, and darkest entity that ever graced the shadows of the night. He was the Prince of Darkness, he had powers that were beyond the imagination, he had so much knowledge because of his eternal life, and he would never die because of his immortality.

And yet, Alucard was missing something.

Something feminine…something blonde…and that something was his master. The vampire had to fight his lust for her, for his own sake. Alucard and Integra already lived in an uneasy peace, he didn't want to disturb it. After all, he ran the risk of being thrown back into the crypts and locked down there for another twenty-odd years. The raven-haired man would simply do as he was told, find and destroy Hellsing's enemies, and then return without getting so much as a "thank you" from the object of his lust.

She would never love him.

Alucard shook his head furiously. What was he thinking? Of course she would never love him, he was a disgrace against her, God, and all things living. He was the scum of Hell and the product of medieval anger and vengeance. Looking back on how he became a vampire, Alucard thought he took the bitch's way out. Instead of just facing death like all humans, he ran with his tail between his legs to the side of darkness. And now he can do nothing but wish for death, wish that someone could kill him, and wish he would be taken out of this cold, lonely, pitiful existence.

Some wishes don't come true.

Most humans can only dream to be like Alucard, and yet, they didn't know being a vampire was a fucking curse. But things weren't entirely terrible, at least he got to watch Integra grow from a shy little girl into a powerful, commanding, and very beautiful woman. He had to fight himself whenever she was near, every time Alucard felt like he was losing it…

Then came along the police girl and Alucard used her as a means of empty release. No, Integra would never love him, but at least he had that ditzy piece of ass around to fuck whenever he felt the urge. Besides, the police girl had a pair of knockers that was nice to stare at. Hey, vampires have needs to.

But, for how long could these two deny what they felt? How long would they be forced to look at each, knowing what they want, and then doing nothing?

How long?

Walter opened Integra's office door to see Alucard staring blindly into space. He seemed to be doing that a lot lately…

"Ahem," Walter said smirking at the vampire, "Sir Integra will see you now."

To Be Continued…

Lemony: Alright my second crack at a Hellsing lemon, no flames please and spank you.

Wicked: This is not the normal couple you use! Who are these people?

Lemony: Maybe if you watched the damn show, you'd know who they are you anime-hater! And please note: I was INCREDIBLY hesitant about posting this…and I don't have a Beta Reader so please ignore any mistakes. I'm not perfect for the love of God! *ahem* I want to assure you this isn't just smut, it has an intended plot…so yeah. Is this what they call a fan-canon?

Awesome: Idk, but how interesting, well then…REVIEW!