Prompt: Music.

"You're kidding."

"Sir Integra, as a lady you must learn these sorts of things. I'm sorry, but it cannot be removed from your schedule."

"When is the leader of a vampire hunting organization going to need to bloody sing?!"

Integra put her tiny hands on her hips and stared impetuously up at Walter as he sighed and shook his head.

"That's not the point, and sometimes you will have to socialize with ordinary members of the nobility and all their women are expected to at least know how to play an instrument!"

"Music soothes the savage beast master. Perhaps you should listen to the Angel of Death."

Integra shot a nasty glare to the empty wall on her right as the deep, resonating voice spoke, and there was a chuckle as Alucard faded through the wall, grinning.

"Besides, I'm sure that the heir of Hellsing your voice will sound lovely."

"Put a sock in it, my voice is terrible and you know it."

"Especially when you order me about in such an unladylike tone."

"ALUCARD!"

Walter sighed silently as the willful heiress glared up at her amused vampire, shaking his head.

I'll keel over dead by the time we get her to the music room at this rate…


Prompt: Dancing.

"And one and two and one and two-ow!"

The butler to Hellsing shook his head sadly as Integra hid a smirk, the dance instructor whipping his injured toe out from under her spike heels, muttering something under his breath as Integra smoothed her face into an apologetic grimace.

"Sorry, I don't seem to have it quite right yet."

"You're improving mam, trust me. Very graceful."

Walter made a stern face at Integra as she swung around the hall again, and she looked sheepish.

"Why must you insist on making her learn this trash? A leader like her needs military knowledge, not ladylike skills."

Walter shot a nasty glance to the side as Alucard made the pretense of coming through the door, the better to pretend that nothing supernatural was going on to the mundane teacher Integra was dancing with.

His grin did not waver.

"As we've been over countless times, she needs to at least blend in with the other noblewomen at the festive occasions that she will no doubt be in attendance at. Besides, weren't noblewomen in your time praised for dancing?"

Alucard shrugged gracefully, shedding the question like a duck shedding water.

"My master doesn't need the skills of a woman; she needs the skills of a leader. If it aids her in her campaigns, then yes, she should learn to dance. I just don't see how it will."

Walter nodded in admittance to the legitimacy of his answer.

"True. But war isn't all about going out and slaughtering the enemy, as well she knows. A skillful leader should hold her own in a battlefield or when conversing with possible enemies and allies."

"I know that. But my master is different."

Walter pinched the bridge of his nose as Integra "accidentally" stepped on the tutor's foot once more.

I fear for our future…


Prompt: Handwriting.

An 18-year old Sir Integra glared at the seemingly innocent packet of papers on her desk, then sighed and removed her glasses.

Its only 7 in the morning and already I have a headache…

Someone, somewhere, was surely laughing at her expense right now.

"Vampire hunting is very dangerous!"

"Young women shouldn't have such a distressing occupation!"

Her right eye twitched.

Because signing papers over and over and over again with the same damn signature was so very hazardous.

She replaced her glasses with another sigh, rubbing her sore temples.

She almost wanted Alucard to phase through the walls like he always did when she was writing or signing something important and interesting, just for the distraction.

Better still, if he did something that warranted her getting out the small handgun loaded with silver she had under her desk.

She crossly shook her head and put her trusty pen to the gleaming white paper, starting to sign her name all over again.

Boredom was no excuse for violence…

Even though it was so very boring.

Well, policework wasn't all glamour and guns, so why should vampire hunting?

Maybe because I hunt the bloody mythical creatures that everyone in their right mind should be terrified of?

Shouldn't there be a secretary to do this annoying busywork for her?

Oh right…that vampire that got past Alucard…well bugger. That's the third one this year. The office is probably going to stop lending me them in a few months.

Funny, how little secretaries could stand the idea that a vampire might burst in the door and kill them whenever they were doing their paperwork.

And more annoying, the few that could always went and got killed by spies or turned out to be spies themselves.

Leaving her to do all the bloody paperwork.

Well, those calligraphy lessons Alucard AND Walter had forced her to take did come in handy nine times out of ten.

Her hand still ached fiercely by lunchtime, like it did every day.