Summary:
Integra keeps up a late man's tradition. Spending an evening down the Thames river. Light Alucard x Integra.Author's notes:
Written merely because of the need to write something involving Alucard and Integra. I enjoyed writing it, so I do hope you enjoy reading it.An Evening on the Thames
By Ichigo Morino
Evening. The sky retained some traces of pink as its skin changed from light to dark. It was a tremendous, impressive change, yet no one took note of it. No one had time.
Thames. Snaking gracefully through the heart of London. Curving, waters rising, falling.
A yacht. One lonesome entity following the river's gentle flow. A private yacht, once greatly loved and sailed by a man. A man named Hellsing. Now forgotten, alone, reminded of its former life but once a year by a passing shadow. By a girl who used to laugh and smile but had become silent and sad. Stone cold, lonely like the yacht.
She now stood, Sir Integra Wingates Hellsing, alone upon the yacht's deck and beneath the pink-speckled sky, upholding a late man's tradition. The yacht sang underneath her. In joy for her brief return. In mourning for the man who would not return.
And she watched the darkening sky. She watched the Thames. She watched London. She watched the evening and she was silent, for she did not entirely know why she wore the elegant forest green dress she did, but knew it would have made her father happy. She blamed the man sometimes – though she would never admit to it – for where he had left her, who she had become because of him. But she loved him nonetheless, loved him enough to live the hells she did for his name's pride and for all of England and all of humanity.
She took a drink from her wineglass, not because she particularly needed it, but to occupy her mind with such a simple task.
And now it was dark. Evening was becoming night. Integra watched the waters, watched the indigo blue calmly lap against the yacht. She was glad to be alone, apart from her world for an evening, but all the while wishing she wasn't alone entirely. Every living moment filled with that unshakable loneliness she often chose to forget but just as often could not. The loneliness she would never admit to feeling.
Then she wanted to cry but knew she could not, knew it wasn't in her. And it wasn't her. And that she had cried all her tears long ago.
And she set the glass down, she found no company in it. She found no company in the waters. None in the yacht that only brought memories from a former life void of such hells as this.
But she found company in the evening. The evening turning night. In a creation of night itself, a dark creature perched upon the cabin roof, one that was observing her, protecting her. Her own personal vampire.
And he smiled at her when she turned. It was a grin he presented her, a grin full of sharp gleaming fangs she felt no fear towards.
They remained like that, master and servant. Minutes filled with comfortable silence rather than lonely emptiness.
Finally the vampire descended. And he joined his master on the deck. They both stood in silence once more, but Integra had turned to face the snaking Thames, and Alucard stood watching behind her.
Then still in silence Alucard moved a step closer, but she remained as she was. And all was still silent, but Alucard's arms had draped around Integra's shoulders. And he drew her against himself. She remained as she was, silent, but her eyes had closed.
"Happy birthday, father." She spoke to the night softly, from her vampire's arms.
Nothing spoke back. And they both remained as they were.
Alone. But together.
~ Owari ~