Integra Hellsing wondered the halls aimlessly, mind wondering as she observed the stone of the manors basement. It was oddly empty in the whole of the building, most of the staff were on holiday and the emptiness made her mind race with contemplation. She had undressed the former Nazi. Not only that but she had spoken to her like a lover. She shook her head.
"I really must be losing my mind" She spoke out loud before another voice made her blood freeze.
"Losing your mind? You work with the undead my lady so I wouldn't be surprised." The voice of Walter came from behind her.
Her whole body turned as she stared at him with obvious shock in her eyes.
"I'm sorry ma'am, I didn't mean to startle you"
"No Walter it's fine. I was just lost in thought."
The old butler nodded as he slowly walked towards her.
"If you'll pardon my opinion sir, I really think you should pay the Huntress a visit."
Integra's expression dropped, she had avoided the vampire for almost two months.
"What makes you think that?"
He shrugged.
"I wasn't born yesterday my lady, I know a fancy when I see one." He smiled politely and as he turned announced that her evening tea was in her office.

The walk to her office had taken its toll on her mind, she had thought over what Walter had said to her and decided that she should entertain the idea, that maybe in seeing the women she could get over this silliness. But when she opened the door to find Rip Van Winkle she knew that wouldn't be the case, something easy to ignore wouldn't just stop her heart mid beat. Biting her lip she went to the large desk, nervously sitting at it and grabbing her tea. She sipped it shakily until the Huntress's harsh cough broke the silence.
"I haff a field report Sir Hellsing" The vampires voice had an icy tone to it as she slid a file over the desk.
Integra reached for the files and flipped through them, all was in order. Lifting her gaze from the paper she looked at the pale woman, now almost to the door.
"Rip" Her voice came out as a shaken whisper that stopped the Huntress at the door.
Slowly the raven haired woman grabbed the door knob.
"Good day Sir" The words hung heavy in the air as she slipped out of the spacious office, leaving a lost looking vampire slayer.
Rummaging through a drawer Integra quickly found and lit a cigar, taking a deep drag before snuffing it out in the ash tray. One thought circulated within her head. Why? Did she imagine that night? All the feelings? No that couldn't be. Standing she straightened her cravat. She was going to find out. Stepping into the hallway her legs felt heavy and forced, but she continued on, down the hall, down the stairs, passed the main floor, the barracks, the storage, until finally she faced the basements heavy steel door. Extending a hand she grasped the handle, only to find it locked. She swore under her breath as her eyes found a ventilation grate.
"I suppose I have no choice." She softly spoke as she removed the grate, which seemed much less spacious now as opposed when she hid from her uncle.
Crawling into the metal tunnel she sled along, feeling the air become colder as she progressed. As she pulled herself along a loose screw caught her sleeve and ripped it at the shoulder, adding to her displeasure. Finally, after what felt like an eternity she found the exit, she quickly pushed the grate over and slid out, feet landing on the cold stone floor. Taking a moment to stretch she took a deep breath, this was it. All of that effort for this. Exhaling she stepped forward, walking to the last door before the stairs to Alucard's domain, and knocked, the sound echoing in the hall. After several dragging seconds the door slid open, the Huntress standing in the doorway.
"Can we talk?"She had hoped that her voice would be steady and she cursed herself mentally for its waver.
The vampire turned from the door, leaving it open and walked to the other side of the room.
"Sure. Vhy the hell not? You don't talk to me for two months but now you vant to talk. Now zat it's convenient for you." Each word was sharp and enough to make the Hellsing cringe.
Integra shuddered and took a step forward, closing the door behind her.
"Rip" Her voice was low and soft as she reached for the vampires shoulder.
Upon contact Rip Van Winkle turned, eyes flashing a dangerous look.
"I am not a pet for your convenience!" Her voice was startlingly loud as she practically screamed at the blond.
Integra put up her hands defensively.
"That's not it! I was-" The Huntress cut her off.
"Too busy vith vork? Busy ignoring me? Pretending zat nothing"
"Shut the hell up and listen you blood sucking leech!" Integra's voice regained its authority as she slapped the vampire.
Stunned by the hit the Huntress stared, eyes wide.
"I was afraid! Did you ever think of that?" She looked away from the vampire after she'd said it.
She stared at the floor until a cold hand cupped her cheek, bringing her to look at the dead woman.
"Afraid of vhat?" She lowered her voice to a whisper.
"Feeling" the Hellsing spoke almost inaudibly.
Rip lowered her forehead onto Integra's, noses touching.
"Vhy didn't you say anything?" She moved her face closer until their lips lightly touched.
"I don't really know" she placed a hand on Rip's thin waist, the closeness was making her head swim.
A shiver ran down Integra's spine as the Huntress ran a hand over her back.
"Promise me zat ve'll still talk after zis"
Integra nodded and brought her lips to touch Rip's, the two interlocking into a passionate tangle, the vampires hands grasping at Sir Hellsing's jacket, fingers finding the tear from earlier. The vampire pulled back and stared questioningly at the torn sleeve. Integra shrugged.
"It got caught on some protrusion on my way here." Her voice was low an throaty, begging for the Huntress to bring back her lips.
Closing the space between them again Integra began unbuttoning Rip's jacket, the Huntress lifting her hands to mirror the process, stripping both the women of their coats. Placing her hands on Integra's shapely hips the Huntress smiled, hands pulling the stoic woman closer, their bodies touching.
"If you vant me to stop just say it." Need dripped from her words, her head dipping closer until their lips met once more.
Kissing for what felt like ages the two worked on the buttons of each others shirts, skin slowly becoming exposed as they frenzied. They quickly removed their respective shirts and parted lips, eyeing each other pleasantly. Integra's eyes traced the Huntress's figure with intrigue, last time she hadn't taken the time to admire the soft looking skin, she felt a smile creep onto her lips as she noticed the faint dusting of freckles, something that spoke of time once spent in the sun. Bringing a hand up Integra stroked the bare skin, feeling the vampire shudder beneath her touch. A fire ran through the humans veins and she removed the vampires glasses, placing them on what she assumed was the night stand. She moved behind the Huntress and began to move her hands up the vampires exposed skin, her thin fingers sliding up into Rip Van's bra and kneading the soft skin of her small breasts. As the hands continued their ravage Rip moaned softly, arching back into Integra. Rip moved her arms back and grabbed Integra's legs, pulling her closer, and turned around, putting her own hands on Integra's supple skin. Sir Hellsing leaned forward into the vampire.
"Can we make this last forever?" She rasped.
Rip Van Winkle nodded.