The roses were in full bloom in the blood red vase on Integra's desk. She tried to look over them at Walter, who was speaking.

"I thought them a very nice way to perk up this office," he said and smiled at the seventeen- year-old girl behind the two dozen flowers. Integra stood on her chair to see the butler.

"They're large…" she whispered and frowned over them at her butler, who only smiled. "Who sent them?"

"They are, indeed, large," he agreed without answering her question and turned from his master to exit the room. Integra sunk back into her chair and sighed at the red and pink flowers before her. Walter had come in and set them down without warning and now Integra could think of nowhere else to put them.

She worked around them, thinking about who could have sent them. Any member of the twelve, but there was no occasion. The queen, but she would have included a card. Integra stared at the flowers a moment. Any number of her men could have sent them to her… An overzealous lad with too much time on his young hands. Integra scoffed at this idea. The idea of one of her men sending her anything made her angry. Then, the thought dawned on her again. She frowned and looked away from the flowers.

"What are these?" Alucard voice echoed off the walls of the office and Integra looked up and around the flowers. He looked down at the flowers as if they had done him some great wrong. He looked at the flowers as if they were twenty-four tiny Abraham Van Hellsing's about to stake him through the chest. The vampire did not look pleased. The flowers seemed to have an air about them that caused him disdain.

"Roses," she told him and his face turned into a disfigured scowl. Integra rose her eyebrow.

"Who sent them?" he demanded.

"None of your business, vampire," she told him and smirked at him. She only said this because she herself had no idea who sent them. His eyes narrowed and in one quick motion he knocked the roses off his master's desk. The vase bounced once before shattering into a thousand tiny pieces. The roses sat silently in their water. Integra screamed a little and looked at him angrily.

"Alucard!" she shouted. He interrupted.

"Who?" he demanded. He walked around the desk and backed Integra against it. "WHO?"

Integra opened her mouth and closed it, looking like a drowning fish. She looked up into his angry face and couldn't find the reason for his outburst. Why did he care so much?

Integra attempted to back away from him and found only the desk to stop her. He took her hand and pinned it to the desk angrily. He was seething, he looked crazed, his red eyes glowing in the dim light of the office. Integra stared at him, her mouth opened wide. She had no words. He moved close to her, his face a mere inch from her own and exhaled a cool breath onto her lips.

"Who…sent these?" he asked her again and Integra swallowed a lump in her throat.

"I don't…" she began and he interrupted with a fist to the desk. Integra flinched. "I don't know, Alucard!" she shouted and he growled at her, low in his throat.

"I demand to know the name of him! I want his name!" Alucard shouted.

"I don't know!"

"WHO!"

"That would have been me," Walter said from the doorway. Integra and Alucard both looked up to the butler as he made his way to the broken glass. He frowned at the vampire. Alucard turned back to Integra and made a frustrated noise, before disappearing completely from view. Integra sighed and turned to Walter who, in turn, continued cleaning up the mess.

"He's mad," she said.

"I suppose we're all a little mad," the butler said and set the roses on her desk without their vase.