-1The clock struck eleven as the large door swung open. Alucard cringed as the chimes continued to remind him he was late. He knew damn well he was late, which did not bode well for him in the least.
Upon reaching the door to her study, he hesitated, pondering whether or not going in this way would be the best method. The creature blinked a second, casting his dark eyes upon the floor before turning and heading up the stairs to the next floor, positioning himself above the study he had been so reluctant to enter.
A moment later his head phased through the ceiling, peering into the darkness of the room. The reek of cigar smoke penetrated his nostrils heavily, the noise of drumming fingers resounding like death chimes in the room. Not that the thought of death was something threatening to him, but sometimes Integra's anger was indeed a fate worse than dying.
"Alucard, do come down from there," she drawled, taking a drag on her cigar before pressing it into the rapidly filling ashtray positioned close by. Coils of smoke spiraled around her features, reflecting in her angry blue eyes as she positioned them on his face.
With a mischievous grin, Alucard phased the rest of his body into the room, coming to his usual position in front of her desk. He noted with immense relief and pleasure that she seemed normal. Well, if you overlooked the fact she was still clad in the pink bathrobe from before. However, she had at least taken time to brush out her hair, the pale locks falling delicately around her, only slightly softening the dark, displeased expression on her young face.
"Hello, Master," he drawled, breaking the silence of the dark room.
He began to feel a slight nervousness overtake him as the woman calmly slid open a drawer and pulled out a pack of cigars and the gun she had pulled on him earlier.
"Alucard," she began, her tone neutral as she pulled a cigar from the box, placing it in her mouth. "Do you have any idea what time it is?"
"It's not 10:50, if that's what you're implying," the raven haired man replied, brushing his messy hair from his eyes. "And I sense you aren't very pleased with your servant."
"So you do have a least a speck of sense left in your small brain," Integra retorted, lighting the cigar before leaning on her elbow. "But now tell me, are you aware of what this means?"
"I'm assuming you're going to tell me."
Her expression rapidly switched to one of intense anger. "Dammit Alucard, where's my bloody chocolate!?" the female roared, flying out of the chair and flinging it to the floor behind her. "You are ten minutes late! What kind of servant can't follow simple orders! All I asked you to do was bring me a bit of chocolate. Just a little-what's this?"
"You're chocolate," he replied smugly, pouring the contents of the bag across the desk. "I didn't know what kind to get, but I can assure you that they all have almonds in them."
"A...Alucard, why, this is wonderful!" the woman breathed, clasping her hands to her chest, twitching with greedy anticipation. "However," she quickly added, her eyes desperately surveying the mass in front of her, "You were still late."
"My apologies, Master," the vampire added with a grin. He could sense she was pleased, she couldn't hide that from him even with derogatory comments. With a sigh, he made his way to the door, the thoughts of sleep and the escape of sunlight giving him a rare sense of intense delight.
"Oh, and Alucard, before you depart…" she blurted quickly, pausing just as fast. Tearing her blue beauties from the desk, she locked them onto Alucard's red ones.
"Anything, my master," he said with a gentle tone, a roguish smile creeping into his features. She knew that she owed him for this, he could feel it.
"Could you pick me up some tampons?"
"DO WHAT?!"