Author's note: As always thank you so much to the people who took the time to review and I truly appreciated the condolences. A lot is going on and a chapter takes time to complete so once again I don't know when my next update will be.
Warnings: Use of a gun and really bad innuendos. Also I've just given up on this editing business. I don't think this could be a trigger chapter but if you're overly sensitive (which by now you should've stopped reading long ago) you might find certain stuff offensive? My intention is not to make light of real life situations, but this is purely fictional and intended to entertain.
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Dance like your life depends on it
"Alucard, I need you to-" Integra paused, shook her head slightly and spoke again. "I need you to..." her voice trailed off.
Alucard waited expectantly.
He watched as Integra sat back on her chair, a puzzled look on her face. She removed her glasses, wiped them clean with the hem of her scarf before placing them once more on her face. She glanced to the sides then back to him, pushing the glasses up the bridge of her nose and blinking up at him.
"Master?" he prodded.
Her face twitched oddly, her mouth quivered. "Just a moment, Alucard," she said before she stood up and walked to the far window. Her back turned to him suddenly she threw back her head and laughed.
It was such a rare sound that at first he was alarmed, but when it dragged on, now with Integra leaning against the window with one hand while the other held her stomach he felt annoyance creep up on him. He cleared his throat repeatedly but Integra took no notice. Finally after her laughter had died down, she wiped at the tears at the corner of her eyes, smoothed down her shirt and turned back to him before walking to her desk and leaning towards him.
"Alucard, what on earth is that ridiculous thing on your face?" she asked. She even pointed much to his chagrin.
He cleared his throat before smoothing out the moustache with his fingers. In his opinion he felt it was quite impressive since he'd grown it out in practically two hours. "Integra, that is an absurd question don't you think?" he asked her calmly.
She chuckled, "What's absurd is that thing on your face," she pointed out. "You look like some psychotic killer, a predator."
He grinned evilly, "But I am all those things, Master," he purred an idea forming in his head.
"Well it's creepy and I won't have you walking around looking like you're about to molest someone," she declared, folding her arms over her chest.
Alucard took a slow and deliberate step forward. "Molesting? Really Master, wouldn't it be better if you termed it inappropriate hands on observation?" he asked with a leer.
Her eyes narrowed suspiciously. "You wouldn't," she began with a warning tone.
"I wouldn't what?" he asked innocently, walking around the desk. Integra matched his steps, with her own retreating ones.
"Alucard..."
"Yes, Master?"
"Oh I'm going to get you back for this!" she exclaimed just as she leapt from his grabbing hands.
Alucard laughed. "I do hope so," he said with a suggestive look before he lunged at her again.
Integra was a formidable athlete, but he was still gifted with unnatural speed and reflexes. Honestly she never stood a chance.
"Integra, you brought this onto yourself," he said mildly, holding her securely around the middle from behind.
She tried to wiggle out of his grasp but that only elicited a moan from him.
"Now you're just playing dirty!" Alucard accused as he ignored her half hearted kicks.
"The only thing dirty here is your mind," Integra gritted out.
He leant forward, brushing his mouth over her neck, the moustache tickling her skin. "I thought you liked men with facial hair," he purred.
She squirmed, straining her neck away from him. "Honestly Alucard, aren't you taking this whole jealousy thing a bit too far?" she asked exasperated.
"I had the moustache long before he was even born, it was my princely thing!" Alucard defended.
"Oh for the Love of...get your princely paws off me!"
"Make me."
"Alucard!"
"Am I interrupting?"
Integra immediately stopped wriggling in his arms as they both looked up to find Walter standing in the doorway. The tea tray balanced impeccably even with the cask on his leg. Aside from a slight hike of the left eyebrow his face gave nothing away.
Alucard lowered Integra and released her from his hold, discreetly edging away from her.
Integra cleared her throat, "Of course not, Walter. Alucard was simply..."her voice trailed off as she glanced at the vampire with an imploring look.
"Hands on observati- ouch!" he finished when Integra stomped on his foot, cutting him off.
"Leaving," Integra stated eyeing him darkly before she walked swiftly to her chair.
"But it's tea time!" Alucard whined ignoring Walter's smirk as the butler set out Integra's lunch, careful to move aside any reports and important documents.
Integra added sugar to her tea, before she spoke to him. "Exactly shouldn't you be in your coffin?"
He shot her a withering glare which she ignored as she sipped her tea and graciously thanked Walter.
The Butler soon excused himself, giving Alucard a cheeky grin on his way out, before closing the door behind him. Note to self: Execute Plan Get Rid of Walter asap. He mentally reminded himself.
Snorting he turned back to Integra, "So what am I supposed to do with myself?" he asked in a sulky tone.
She shrugged, "Perhaps go shave that ghastly hair off your face for starters..."
He ignored the insult. "Then will you let me molest you?" he asked hopefully, brightening up at the thought.
"NO!"
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Somewhat annoyed Alucard stalked down the dungeon. Once again Walter manages to ruin his plans. That butler was really becoming a thorn in his side. How was his diabolic plan of impregnating Integra ever going to happen if Walter was always there to thwart him? Integra wasn't getting any younger and seriously was he the only one hearing the very loud ticking of her biological clock? He swore it called to him like a hypnotic song and who was he to deny the call? It was amazing how selfless he could be at times.
That said he was still irritated and silently he was seething. If only there was a way to expel all his frustrations... If only he had a hostage he could work off his anger on... if only...
Wait! Alucard halted, striking a thoughtful pose. Absently he pulled at his moustache. "Seriously, such an evil genius never existed," he muttered to himself. Because all off a sudden he remembered his captive in Seras' previous room.
He smiled in pure glee and would have skipped all the way to Seras' old room if it weren't for the fact that he was crazy, not some silly dumb character thought out by a fangirl. So instead he strolled the rest of the way, hands in his pocket. When he reached Seras' chambers he kicked the door open and was not the least bit surprised to find his fledgling feeding their hostage.
"What in the name of all that is unholy are you doing?" He demanded. "Does it look like we are running a motel?"
Seras blinked innocently back at him, still holding the spoon in her hand. "I just thought I-"
"That's when you should have realised that what you were doing was wrong, when you decided to think!"
"That's not fair!" The Police Girl exclaimed.
A long silence stretched as Alucard began to pace before coming to an abrupt stop, brows furrowed. "How did you even manage to smuggle food down here?" he asked his fledgling. Granted Walter was the only Hellsing staff member that knew their true nature, but they never had any meals and no one was dumb enough to question that slight oddity. Nevertheless it would be startling to have the usually scarce girl found making food in the kitchen.
Seras shrugged, "I just put something together, I can still cook you know...and Walter was out in the garden taking care of his magnolias."
Maybe he should set those flowers on fire? Alucard thought evilly, but had to dismiss the idea,first it wouldn't get rid of Walter and second Integra actually liked those flowers. For the sake of Integra they would be left unharmed. For now… (Insert evil chuckle)
"So what else did you smuggle down here?" Alucard inquired with an arched eyebrow. "Perhaps an IV bag?"
"And how would I manage to do that?" the Police Girl inquired in a snarky tone.
Alucard gave a meaningful glance at her bosom before meeting her gaze once more, "I'm sure you have enough room in there to store a fortune let alone one IV drip..."
Realizing what her master was insinuating Seras' whole face consorted into anger, but before she could voice her anger, their captive spoke up in her defence.
"Hey, that's no way to speak to a lady!" George exclaimed. He was seated on a chair though still had his feet and hands bound.
Alucard smirked evilly at him. "You know what, that's the smartest thing that's come out of your mouth since we crossed paths," he said.
"It is?" both and George and Seras echoed simultaneously.
Alucard laughed. "The look on your faces!" he exclaimed pointing at them. "Seriously how gullible can one get?" The only person who could match his wits was his soul mate, who by the way was not staying true to their destiny at the moment. Tea time was simply one of his favourite times of the day. He got to watch Integra eat and she got to have his undivided attention and usually it ended with a kiss or a bullet being fired but honestly what more can one ask of a day spent with their better half?
"Master, this has gone on for two days... maybe" The Police Girl began in a steady tone, but he interrupted her.
"Police Girl, I want you to go find a corner somewhere and think long and hard about your disobedience."
"What?" she bulked.
"Or would you rather I tie you to the highest tower on Hellsing grounds in this heat?" he asked. He wouldn't really do that, at least he thought he wouldn't, but sometimes things can quickly get out of hand and who knows what could transpire during the heat of the moment?
The Police Girl stalked off, seething and muttering curses under her breath.
"So you're not afraid of me, are you George?" Alucard asked casually once it was just him and George. He took the only available chair and made himself comfortable.
George scoffed, "You're just a big bully dressed in medieval attire with a ridiculous moustache."
Alucard feigned an offended look. "And here I've treated you with nothing but kindness," he said.
"You've held me captive and treated me like a dog!"
Maybe he was a bit rusty, but usually captives didn't have so much sass and attitude. Alucard smiled. It was time to ante things up a bit.
"I read you have Scottish descendents..." he drawled.
George frowned. "So?"
Alucard pulled out one of his favourite guns, the Jackal will have to do. He decided. "Not so brave huh?" he asked sarcastically noticing how pale the man had become.
George seemed to gather all his courage as he managed to stand up. "Fine, if I'm going to die here, I'll die like a man," he proclaimed.
Didn't this guy realise this wasn't some sappy hero movie? Alucard wondered. Secretly though he enjoyed this, Leonard Winsted had been a mess- the boy just couldn't handle a good old game of darts. Granted he was the target but Alucard never actually aimed to kill. Stanley James was a complete bore that man hadn't lasted even two hours under his care. But George was different. Dare he even say special? Sometimes Integra unknowingly brightened up his day without even trying. George was such a wonderful gift. Things might actually get really fun.
"Kill me then," George prompted, bringing the No Life King out of his musings.
"Kill you?" Alucard asked with a chuckle. "What evil genius do you take me for?" he asked before aiming and shooting the shackles around George's feet. "No Georgie boy, I have no intention of killing you... but I would like to see you dance."
George who was still surprised he had had his legs freed and didn't lose a kneecap in the process, turned confused eyes at him, "Dance?"
Alucard smirked. "You're right," he acknowledged taking a brief pause to cock his gun. "You need the right initiative and a rhythm of sorts." And then he began shooting at the ground by George's feet making him jump to avoid getting shot. "See anyone can turn into Savion Glover with the proper guidance."
