So here's the new chapter, there was a lot of procrastination involved. I'd also like to add that I'm sorry that I never really described Evangeline, tbh I'm not really sure what she looks like in my head either so. . . haha jk I do she looks like me but I probably don't look like what you're thinking she looks like so . . . ANYWAY, enjoy.

I do not own Hellsing, Hellsing Ultimate.

As Master left, I felt a wave of relief rush back into the room. My crying had come to a stop, and I wiped the tears from my blushing cheeks, sniffling like a scared child. All that was left to hear was Integra's labored breathing, as if the breath had been knocked out of her. "Evangeline," Integra murmured, like she was calling out to a ghost, specifically my ghost. Her back was once again pressed against the wall, afraid of me. "Evangeline, is that really you?" Her voice filled with hope that was once lost, as did her eyes. I had never seen her look such a way, so vulnerable. Gathering all of my strength, I pushed myself away from the care of my velvet box which had kept me safe these 3 years. 'No more,' I thought, 'I'm not going to be afraid of my future.' I stood with a newly found resolve, and took three long strides, stopping where Integra's entirety seemed to have paused, just barely alive. Riding every last piece of courage I had left in me, I planted my feet. 'I will look my fears dead in their face, and I won't run away.'

"Integra." I stated. My resolve faltered a bit when her fear-filled expression remained, but I won't let that stop me. Once again I straightened my back, and, with a softer tone, started again. "Integra," it sounded like more of a question than a statement, "it's me. Well, obviously you see that it's me, but I mean, it really is me. It's not like one of those things where I disappear, and then come back a completely different person. Personality wise, I'm the same girl you knew 4 years ago." At this point, I shortened the gap between us, as if I felt the very air around us thin. I teared up slightly, not because I felt sad or afraid, but because this was the moment I had been waiting for. Resolutions always do make me emotional. "I'm the same, I'm just not . . ." I paused; even I hadn't said it aloud yet, despite Master having to remind me every time I became skeptical about my new life. I took a deep breath, and said it with sigh. "I'm just not human."

That was it. A huge weight had been lifted off my entire existence as a vampire, not just reconciling with Integra, but accepting the idea that I'm no longer a human. And even before all that, I finally managed to sum up every feeling, every fantasy I've had about our reunion into a short speech. I mentally pat myself on the back. 'That was rough. It's over. All there is left is for Integra to reciprocate with her emotional dam of "I miss you"'s and "I'm so glad you're okay"'s.' Or at least, that's how I imagined it, but as life likes to continuously prove to me, not everything happens the way I plan it to during my 3am dream runs.

She just kind of stared at me. Her expression had relaxed from scared to pondering, which is an achievement in it's own, I suppose. I was prepared to begin rambling on and attempt to explain myself further, although it probably would not help me in the slightest, but if I know Integra, that expression meant she wasn't just piecing together what I had said, but she was trying out every bit of her response, to get the reaction out of me that she wanted. She calls it a side effect of being a business woman, I call it emotional puppetry; nuance. I patiently awaited her reply, inwardly prepping myself to analyze the little details, hoping that for once she'll decide that now is the time to be completely straightforward with me. "Integra. . ." I sounded almost guilty as I attempted to pull any type of reaction; even angry would suffice. She finally gave way, and put a single gloved finger to my lips, to silence me, as if I was impeding on her thought process. She closed her eyes and dropped her head under the stress of the situation. However, after only a few seconds, I began to hear a low rumble of laughter start up from behind her lips. This rumble then grew slowly, and became a full roar, echoing through the walls of the crypt.

Now it was my turn to be confused. I was expecting almost any other emotion. Sadness, anger, resent . . . but amusement? I had never seen Integra laugh this much. Honestly, I don't think she ever has in her entire life. She removed her finger from my lips in order to balance herself on the wall behind her, that's how violently her laughs erupt from her body. I grabbed her arms to help her stay up, and shook her slightly. "Integra? Integra, what's so funny? What are you laughing for?" I became worried that she wasn't taking me seriously. 'Just great. Four years of preparing for this moment, and she thinks I'm a joke.'

Once again I was unable to shake Integra's facade, and now I have just completely given up hope. I let my hands slide down her arms and backed away quietly, my shoulders slumped in defeat. As I turned to leave the room, a firm hand grabbed at my wrist, pulling me back in. It was odd due to the fact that she was still laughing as she spun me around and held me to her chest. This was one aspect that I missed the most about Integra; just her presence. She was so warm, and having her hold me made me feel as if I was 17 again. Although, under the circumstances, the situation could be more romantic. Her torso shook against me as we stood there united, as I patiently waited for her excitement to die down. Several seconds later, she pulled her hand away to wipe a tear from her eye, and I took it as an opportunity to act. "Integra?"

Instead of speaking, she held me out at arm's length, admiring me. "This. This is just wonderful!" She giggled once again, and at that moment I felt the weight of my past leave my body. "Evangeline," she said this with a whisper, a proud grin spread across her face, "I missed you so much. I can't believe it's really you." Her hand cupped my face, and I placed my hand over hers. I closed my eyes, taking in her scent. "I missed you too." She then grabbed my hands from my sides and pulled me forward, into her chest once more. This time, we looked directly into each other's eyes, our faces just inches from each other. We laughed, despite the seriousness of the situation, and Integra leaned down, with a soft but embracing kiss; something that was long overdue. As much as I wanted it to last forever, Integra only lingered for a few seconds. We separated, and simply stood there smiling at one another. She leaned in for another kiss, when the door suddenly burst open, causing Integra to jump in front of me protectively. Although I had just had the bejeezus scared out of me, I smiled at the gesture.

We were expecting an enemy of some sort to come through and attempt to kill us, but instead, Master Alucard loomed in the doorway, smirking widely as if he was holding back a laugh. He cleared his throat, and began to address Integra, who had relaxed after seeing it was just him. 'She's probably the only person that would be less worried about seeing Alucard.' "Master, although I'm aware that I am in no position to be making requests, would you two be so generous as to move your intimacy to your own room." Listening to his request, Integra and I both blushed. She then stood up straight to regain her composure and spoke slowly. "I. . . suppose that that would be alright with me." With that, she reached behind her and grasped my hand, and quickly sprinted out of the room, and into the hallway.

'This is what freedom feels like.'

After entering Integra's room, she crept to her bed and slumped down, completely dead tired. Putting her head in her hands, she sighed. "What an exhausting day." I stood awkwardly against the closed door, not knowing where to go. Integra was quietly mumbling to herself behind her hands, "This day started out so normal. Hell, it was normal until a couple hours ago. This always happens to me." She paused, and raised her head sideways, along with a cocked eyebrow to look at me. Confused, she asked me, "Angie, what are you doing?" Hearing my nickname made my heart flutter once more. I looked around the room nervously, actually completely unsure of what exactly it was that I was doing. "I -uh. I'm not sure. Should . . . should I sit or . . .?" Integra looked slightly amused by my disorientation, and I felt the need to explain myself further, and in turn making myself look more ridiculous. "It's just, the only place I've slept in the past four years is in my coffin, and I never left Master's room, either. Everything is unfamiliar to me, and it's been so long since we've been together, let alone, well, alone together. Should I just . . .?" I quickly stopped the words that were next going to fly from my mouth, because I didn't even particularly agree with them myself, and it would have just made Integra upset. 'Should I just go back to my room?' Of course not. I mean, even though Integra dragged me here, it was still awkward to ask 'Am I sleeping with you?' Somehow next to Integra, and even just being in her bedroom, it made me feel so small. I felt like I can't even compare, so when it comes time for us to perform acts that real couples do, I guess I just feel that I'm not . . . I suppose 'worthy' could be the right word.

"A-are you sure that this okay? You don't mind, do you?" I sheepishly rubbed my hands together, too embarrassed to even look her in the eyes. I heard a low chuckle and the creaking metal of the box springs, followed by slow footsteps. My gaze was directed downwards when she arrived in front of me. "Ang, of course it's okay. Honestly, I would be very hurt if you didn't sleep in here with me. I miss you so much, and we've only been united for a couple of hours; I can't let you leave me now." She turned and made her way back to the bed, and at this point I looked up to see her sitting with her legs slightly spread on the side of the bed. She pat her knees, beckoning me to her. Of course, how could I refuse her. I loved when she let herself loose a little, and had more of an easy, dominant air about her. With a small smile, I practically glided over to Integra, taking my place between her legs. I smiled down at her, and she placed her hands on my hips; I could feel the air between us heat up. My eyes widened when she slid her hands up slightly, resting them on my bare hips underneath my shirt. Witnessing my reaction, she stood from the edge of the bed, towering over me; another thing I find extremely exciting in it's own way. She removed one of her hands from my hips and used it to stroke my hair away from my face. "So . . . are you gonna borrow some of my clothes or just . . .?" She paused, and a devilish smirk crossed her face. She didn't need to finish her sentence to make me blush, but lucky for her (and me as well, though I won't admit it) I was feeling particularly wanton this evening. "As a matter of fact . . ." I reached down and pulled down my pajama bottoms that I had become so accustomed to, finally jerking a reaction from Integra. It was her turn to be surprised, and with a victorious grin, I undressed the rest of the way and crawled into bed, Integra intently watching me the entire time. "Well, aren't you coming?" With a moment's hesitation, she then did the same as I in turn watched her. She too slide under the covers and kissed me, more passionately than the last time. Before going any further, she turned to shut off the lights, which meant that for Integra, everything was fair game.

So, now that you've finished this chapter, what do you think about an optional lemon chapter? It won't hurt your understanding of the storyline if you don't read it; it's just for entertainment purposes. Let me know (i'll probably do it)