The reception was taking place in a great hexagonal room. The ceiling of the room was more like a dome where each side of the hexagon would rejoin. When you entered that room, the first thing you could see was all the magnificent red curtains hanging over the tables to the extremities of the room. A plenty of candles were lighting the tables, and at larger scale the room. In addition to this, a majestic ceiling light hanged just above the buffet.

Quite a load of people had already arrived and started to discuss around the buffet that took place in the middle of the place. You could already hear a sweet ambiance music played by the musicians; they were playing on a little stage that held a place in a side of the room. Besides of that, there was a larger stage taking place in the bottom, it was obviously a show stage. You could already notice that if the buffet was removed, the center of the room would make an excellent dance floor that would be at the same time in front of the stage and surrounded by the tables.

If you started to take a look at the crowd you could notice very elegant people, each of them was wearing either a beautiful suit or an elegant dress. You could already say from now who would dine with who. Groups were already formed. Everybody mixed up quite fairly, the Vatican members acted cool, and so did the Protestants.

The key of the receptions bliss was in fact that all the Hellsing's soldiers had no hesitation about engaging the conversation with others.
Slowly, confidence settled among the incongruent groups. This night whether you were Iscariot or Hellsing you would sit at the same table.
The mood was such in a state of truce that any animosity would be forgotten.

Then Integra entered in the room and started a speech. "Thanks for coming this numerous this year! And I also see that even our friends from the Vatican bothered to take the plane this year, because this is the 150th anniversary of Hellsing. So I hope you will enjoy this evening. You may now take seats; the show will start shortly with magicians, acrobats and such talented people, so please feel comfortable!"
She looked gladly surprised by the turn that the reception had taken when the guests brought down the house with applause.

They started to pick their places when a very cool jazzy music started to be played by the musicians on the stage.
After a few minutes, wine glass at the hand, most of them were seated. Some seemed to discuss seriously about some things. Some others which had picked a table composed of jokers were already laughing out loud.
A few remainders were still moving table to table trying to find the entertainment they looked for.

Integra, Walter, Maxwell and Pip were seated around the same table. Integra was chatting with Maxwell while Pip was making jokes of the whereabouts of Seras and Alucard.
A few minutes later Anderson entered in the room. Wearing a light grey tuxedo with a blue tie, on which golden letters were rendering biblical inscriptions, the priest looked handsome.
He seemed to be searching for Maxwell. When he caught sight of him, he came toward the table.
"Hello there, sorry if I am late. Mind if..." He asked grabbing the back of red velvet covered chair.
"There is no problem!" They all answered kindly all together. On those words Anderson smiled and seated himself comfortably at the sides of Maxwell.
Only two seats were left just between Pip and Anderson. If you took part in the cycling description of the assembly, you would have red: Maxwell, Walter, Integra, Pip??, Anderson, Maxwell.

The speaker of the reception announced that the show would start with a magic trick. "Please applause Alexander Lucard and her cute assistant! They came from transilvania for your entertainment!"
Their jaws first felt on the table as the magician entered on the stage, followed by her assistant, both wonderfully clothed and smiling.
He, in a tuxedo covered by a vest that trailed like a cloak behind him. She, in a beautiful low necked dress that felt to her ankles and long white gloves up to the elbows.

"Ahahahah!" laughered Anderson patting heavily on Maxwell's back, who eventually fainted. "Look he's making living from his cheap vampire magic now! Ahahah"
"Well. At least hes not feasting on our guests." commented Integra with a fair smile on her lips. Walter, Maxwell and Pip remained thoughtless but drooling, guess they felt in love with Seras long smoothed hairs.
For once in all hellsing's history Alucard hairs were of the most messy, wherease Seras ones were wonderfully smooth, falling delicately on her shoulders.

Everybody silenced themselves as he started to speak with an inhumanly loud tone. No wait, he was speaking in a small microphone. Ok so. Magic wand in the hand and top hat on his head, Alucard saluted the audience. "Good evening everybody. Tonight, I Alucard..." he started. "As you guessed it..." he added sighing. "I will perform a magic trick, which is one of the most impressive in the world with the help of my cute assistant over here." he continued, having successfully caught the attention of the whole room.

Seras pushed on the middle of the stage a massive black box. "Here it is master." she whispered. It was the kind of box a magician use to put somebody in and then make him disappear/reappear. He handed to Seras the microphone, grinning heavily, nearly intimidating the audience. "Well, for our magic trick, we need somebody to go inside the box." her cutie voice started to say.
Some guy on the front stage tables was about to raise his hand, with only motive to obviously wanting to get closer to the cute assistant.
Even before he could stand of his chair, Alucard glared at him, and he felt on his table caught of spasm drooling heavily.
"He sex beamed him! I saw it!" Pip started to shout pointing his finger at him.
"There is no such thing as a sex beam Pip..." commented Walter, definitely bored by the soldier.
Everybody started to laugh, thinking it was part of the show.
"What did you do to him master !?" she asked to him. "It's Integra we want, so I sex beamed him like Pip says." Seras sighed at the response.
"Well, he just drank too much already I guess... heh... So if nobody wants to go in the box... The person the most stared at in the audience will do!" Seras announced with a communicative enthusiasm.
At the table, Pip started to stare at Integra with malice in his eyes. Integra stared back at him, the expression on her face changing from "get lost" to "shit he got me" when she realized all the soldiers of Pip stared at her too.
"I suppose I have no choice..." she said gathering some assurance. Now that everybody in the room was staring at her, pushing her to do it. Pip took her by the wrist and dragged her on the stage, grinning of joy.
"Ah! Seems Sir Integra has been designated! Well let's applause her already for her courage!" she said thumbing up back at Pip who was on the way back to the table, which stood on a side of the room.
"Alucard what did you do of the magician who was supposed to come?" she asked him with a suspicious look.
He just gave her a seductive smirk as sole response. Then he laid his top hat on his fledgling head giving her a wild stare that made her blush with embarassment.
"Gather yourself Police Girl, it's the moment."
The three of them moved toward the center of the stage. He pleased Integra to take place into the box. The curtsey he did forced her to.
She entered the box, the curtain felt. And the two vampire started to turn around the box hands in the air. Intoning the well known formula "AAABBRAAAA..."
"...CADABRA !"

Their arms lowered, and all of a sudden, a pink haze of smoke popped out of the box and covered the middle of the stage.
When the little smoke cloud moved, there was nothing left, not even the weighty metal box.


I sweared I'll finish this fanfiction ! Told you ! Next chapter DOOM