Integra's School Daze
Integra had a big bad vamp, big bad vamp, big bad vamp.
Integra had a big bad vamp with powers dark as night.
He followed her to school one day, school one day, school one day.
He followed her to school one day, the children all to fright.
Integra, she scolded him, scolded him scolded him.
Integra scolded him, the students aren't to bite.
Date Night
Alison and Steve arrived at the restaurant approximately a half hour after Integra and Pip. It wasn't that Alison had wasted a lot of time trying to pick out a dress like her master had done. To be honest, the vampire couldn't care less what her date thought about her clothes. No, they arrived a half hour later, because that was exactly when Alison wanted to get there.
Alison had talked Steve into sitting at a quiet little table in the corner, a table that was mostly concealed by the restaurant's rather large fish tank. And that was precisely why Alison had selected it. Hidden at that table, the vampire could use her third eye to watch her master's every move; but Integra wouldn't be able to see the vampire... or her date.
So Alison sat at her table, half listening to Steve prattle on about how sad it was that Star Trek the Next Generation had ended and eves dropping on her master. Integra seemed to be enjoying herself, and Alison had mixed feelings about that. Her master was the first person, since Mina, who's happiness the Count truly cared about. However, at the moment, Integra's enjoyment was being caused by the... mercenary who was trying to steal her away.
But, regardless of how Alison felt about it, Integra was enjoying her first actual date. It seemed that her and Pip had a great deal in common, though none of it was the kind of similarities most teenagers shared. Pip's knowledge of weapons and military tactics rivaled her own. The two had had an interesting discussion on which was more important in a weapon, the penetrating power or the size of the wound it inflicted.
Integra favored deep penetrating rounds. The reason for this was that they were more likely to reach the heart, a requirement for killing vampires. It seemed Pip belonged to the 'Big Hole School'. He argued that a larger wound damaged more tissue and therefor caused faster bleed out. Of course, Integra couldn't really bring up the fact that 'bleed out' wasn't so important when fighting the undead. Still, the knight, stubbornly held her position that penetration was more important. Eventually, the two agreed that a combination ammo, such as hollow point rounds, was the best way to go in order to achieve the desired 'one shot kill'.
Integra was also pleased that, although Pip came from a very different background, he too seemed to understand the importance of upholding family traditions. It seemed that Pip's family had been mercenaries for as long as Integra's had been knights. And from the way that Pip talked it was apparent that, although he had a much different outlook on 'duty', the young mercenary did possess both loyalty and a degree of honor.
By the time Integra's main course arrived, she was imagining what her father would've thought of her date. Integra mentally scoffed. He probably would've had the same reaction as Alucard... Well okay, maybe not the same reaction. But he would've raised the same objection. I don't imagine, Daddy, would've approved of his daughter dating the son of a mercenary either. But he's a heck of a lot better than the son's of the other round table knights, who my father would most likely of tried to push on me.
While Integra and Pip were being served their meal, a waiter was trying to take Alison and Steve's orders. "And what will Ma-dam be having?" The waiter waited a moment but received no reply. He prompted, "Ma-dam?" But, the vampire was too focused on her eves dropping to notice. After another minute of waiting, the waiter finally cleared his throat and spoke in a noticeably louder... and somewhat irritated voice. "MA-DAM?"
"Huh?" The vampire snapped her attention back to her own table.
"Ma-dam," The waiter tilted his head slightly before continuing, "What will you be having for supper?"
At this Alison paused and thought for a moment. She opened her menu and gave it a quick once over, then looked up at the waiter, "Filet mignon... raw."
The waiter raised an eyebrow. "Pardon moi, but surely madam means rare?"
"Uh... sure." Alison answered, though she had meant exactly what she said.
"Very good." The waiter bowed and started to leave, but the vampire reached out and tightly gripped the man's arm.
The pressure wasn't enough to break anything, but it did hurt slightly and made the waiter pay very close attention to the vampire's next words. "Very 'rare'," Alison nearly growled.
"Y-yes, of course." The waiter nodded profusely, and Alison released her grip. The frightened waiter quickly headed for the kitchen. Somehow he had a feeling that he'd better talk to the chef and make sure the man got the young but very strong girl's order right the first time.
Having ordered her steak, the vampire went back to her eves dropping, or rather she tried to. However, the knight wasn't at her table. A brief look of confusion passed over the vampire's face, and she zoomed out, with her third eye, in an attempt to locate her wayward master. It didn't take long for Alison to find her master. However, the vampire now had a new problem. The knight was headed straight for her.
It had been a fluke of luck. Pip had excused himself and gone to the bathroom. When he'd returned, around five minutes later, he'd made a simple off handed comment about how he'd thought he spotted Integra's roommate sitting at one of the far tables and what a coincidence it was.
Oh, but Integra knew better. There were no coincidences, not when it came to her 'pet'. Integra was quick to get up and head for the table her date had indicated. Pip, not knowing what was going on but being experienced enough to tell when a woman was angry, wisely chose to sit at his table and wait for his date to return, rather than follow her.
Integra reached the table at which her servant sat. "What the bloody hell do you think you're doing?!"
Alison, a mock surprised and confused look on her face, turned away from her 'date',. "I was just listening to Steve's theories on why Vulcan's have green blood." It was a good thing for Alison that she'd been half listening to what her date was saying. The only sentence that had caught the vampire's attention earlier was when Steve had mentioned the strange blood color, but it had given her something to ask him about when she noticed her master coming over.
Integra, of course, didn't buy the innocent act for a minute. "Ahuh, lady's room. Now."
Alison got up and followed her master to the lady's room. There was only one person already in the lady's room, a brunet that was checking her makeup. Integra and Alison just stood there for a moment, waiting for the other girl to leave. However, the brunet seemed to be borderline obsessive about her make up. The tension built and finally Integra walked over to the brunet. "Excuse me, but are you nearly done?"
The brunet turned to the knight and responded curtly. "And just who made you queen of the rest room? I'll take as long as I dam..."
The brunet stopped mid-sentence as Alison, effortlessly, drove her fist through the granite counter-top. "If I were you, I'd choose my next words very carefully." The vampire just couldn't stand it when others were disrespectful to her master. The brunet quickly apologized, then sprinted out of the restroom.
As soon as the other woman was gone, Integra turned on her servant. "Alright, spill it! What do you think you're doing here?"
Alison replied, "I'm on a date. One that you're interrupting, I might add."
"I'm interrupting your date?! Oh, that's rich! Oh-ho-ho, that... is... rich! Admit it. You followed me here to spy on me!"
"Master!" The vampire faked shock at the knight's accusation. "What kind of a servant do you think I am?"
"Oh, I know exactly what kind of a servant you are. Now go wait for me back in our room. I'll deal with you when I return."
Beneath the fifteen year old girl mask, Alucard was grinning broadly. This fight alone made the whole date worth it. The vampire did so love to annoy his master, and Integra was nearly at her wits end. Of course, Alison just kept pushing. "Well, that seems unfair enough. You get to go on a date, but I've got to just sit in a dark room and wait for you to return?"
Integra rubbed her temples and did her best to keep from totally losing it. The knight began slowly, "You like dark rooms. Besides, It's not like you actually care about... about... uh..."
"His name is Steve, and what makes you think I don't care about him?" Alison asked, a coy smile tugging at the corner of her lips.
"Oh, please!" Integra nearly laughed from the absurdity. "Like you would ever be interested in someone like... like that."
"You know..." Alison began, but paused and grinned before continuing. "I think you're jealous."
"WHAT?!" Integra replied as if she'd been insulted. "I, most certainly, am not!"
"Oh, really?" Alison asked, her eyes sparkling mischievously. The vampire drew up next to the knight. "As soon as you find out I'm on a date, you practically drag me into the bathroom and order me to leave. Come on, that doesn't seem like jealous behavior to you?"
Alison had managed to catch her master off guard. "I-You-He..." The knight stammered as her mind played catch up.
Alison leaned forward and whispered into her master's ear. "Careful now, Master. Wouldn't want to slip up and say the wrong thing, would you?"
The two were so close that Integra could actually feel her servant's breath. It was... unsettling. Why had she let her servant get so close? The knight shook her head in an attempt to clear it. "I am not the one who's jealous. You followed me on my date, obviously intending to disrupt it somehow." The knight turned and waved dismissively. "You are the jealous one."
"So, then if Steve and I were to go elsewhere, we could continue our date?"
Integra's eyes went wide. That was a question the knight had not anticipated, and she was in a quandary about how best to answer it. One answer would set her pet loose on the English countryside, with only a geeky, teenage admirer as 'leash holder'. Sure, the knight had come up with a list of 'rules', but her pet had proven particularly adapt at finding 'loopholes'.
The other answer would only reinforce the vampire's accusation of jealousy. Why do I care if he thinks I'm jealous anyway? Integra pondered that for a brief moment but quickly dropped her train of thought as that one question began to lead to... other questions, ones the knight would rather not ask herself. Finally, after what seemed to Integra like an eternity of stress, the knight came up with the best reply she could think of. "You may continue your date... here." Integra locked eyes with her, somewhat too pleased, servant and continued in a low, almost growling voice. "But if you do anything to disrupt my date with Pip..."
"Master?!" Alison faked offense. "I would never dream of such a thing." The vampire lied, then flashed a devious grin once her master had turned away.
(Well, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Please review and let me know what you thought of it. Thanks. I'm not sure if I'm going to actually cover the rest of the date, or jump forward and just tell you what happened at the beginning of the next chapter. I guess, it'll probably depend on if I come up with enough date content to fill another chapter or not. LoL.
Have a good day, and God bless.
Metropolis Kid.)
