"I'm sorry for your loss," said another countless face. "Lt. Islands is resting in a better place now."

She'd heard that over and over again. This was supposed to be the funeral for the whole Division, but even in death Percy made everything about him. The Convention had attended, of course. Sir Islands had been remarkably not hostile, she appreciated his distance.

She watched as the people who had come to say goodbye to his corpse disappeared.

Integra followed suit, leaving the mourners for the safety of her office.

She found herself back in her sanctuary without even remembering how she got there. It felt like she was floating everywhere, not really doing it for herself.

"Is there really a God, Alucard?" she asked to a man who she knew was with her, even if she couldn't see him.

"Yes," he replied materializing. "I am the God Alucard."

Integra smiled at his feeble joke. "I've never questioned my faith before," she said in a dead voice. "There is a God, just like there is a Queen and country."

Alucard watched her talk, not really knowing if he was speaking to him.

"Even when my father died, I knew that he would go to heaven," she said. "I was so sure everything was black and white then, now I know better."

Alucard took off his hat.

"Who is God to decide whether or not our actions are right or wrong?" she asked. "I think that if there is a God I can not forgive him for creating man, even if we were in his image…what is God without his alpha and omega? A man? How pathetic, we're little better than worms."

"It isn't wise to start a personal war with God," Alucard interrupted. "The power of man is his weakness. A human can choose to be anything it wants. Because it is so helpless it has the most to loose, and in retrospect, the most to give."

"That doesn't make any sense," she said over her shoulder.

"What does?" he replied.

"I'm still a virgin."

"I'm sorry to hear that."

"I'm not pregnant."

"Did you really want a small creature to claw it's way out of your womb?"

"The Queen will want me to remarry.'

"Refuse."

"There will be no one left to control you after I'm gone."

"When you die I will no longer remain on this world, I have found that living without you by my side is not preferable over nothingness."

"Nothingness?"

"There is a heaven for you, Integra. I'm the devil's tool used by God's right hand. There is no place for me outside of this world."

"If God will not repay his most worthy tool he is no God of mine."

"If you feel that the Lord is picking on you, don't fret. It only means he's met a worthy opponent."

Integra closed her eyes. She was not tired. She was not hungry for a man she couldn't have. She was not lying to herself.

"I will never be a nightwalker, Alucard."

"You would not be so dear to me if you did walk the night."

"Is this love?" she asked. "If it is it's terribly disappointing."

Alucard smiled. "My apologies, Master."

"I hate men," she told him.

"Me too," he agreed.

"We would never work."

"No, we wouldn't.'

"I can't stand being without you."

"The past month in a half has been a personal hell."

"You can't give me an heir."

"Not exactly."

Integra spun around. "'Not exactly?'" she asked. "You have no living seed, what do you mean, 'not exactly?'"

Alucard gave her a long look. "Sperm is a biological map. If you were pregnant I would take you, my own essence would infiltrate the living sperm and change the blueprint to match my own, leaving only the living essence of the original behind. The child would be a human, but it would retain suspicious traits. Things like good night vision, a taste for rare meats, a long life. The typical symptoms."

"How on earth do you know this?" she asked.

"I had a son once, I killed him."

Integra starred at him. "A right good father you'd make."

Alucard shrugged. "I found out about him after he was already grown. His mother had already ruined him."

"Who was the mother?"

"A power hungry noblewoman whom I seduced on a whim, I never bothered to learn her name."

Integra felt grateful, he at least knew her name.

"I'm not pregnant," she told him again.

"You could be."

She raised an eyebrow at him.

"Artificial insemination, I've looked into it."

Integra momentarily wondered at her pet monsters ability to plot.

"It would never work," she said.

"That seems to be your take on a lot of things."

"The child would look like you, I'd have to find a donor. Not everyone would be fooled."

Alucard shrugged. "Suddenly we throw up a few portraits of your mother's father, who will look remarkably like me and all suspicions are quelled. Besides, we already have a donor."

"We do?" Integra asked, almost afraid to know.

"Percy," Alucard answered simply.

"That bastard?" she asked. "How do you expect a dead man to impregnate me?"

"He went through a routine physical with the rest of his division, which includes a semen sample, their kept frozen in the lab for recording purposed. His is still relatively fresh."

Integra's eyes went wide. "Alucard, you are an evil genius!"

"Funny you should say that," he said amused. "Just because it's so true."

Suddenly the day didn't seem so drab.

"This is perfect Alucard!" she exclaimed. "The only people who know I'm not pregnant is you, Seras and I. Everyone will just assume Percy got to me before he was killed!"

"The Police Girl isn't about to tell anyone, nor am I."

"Nor I."

"What are you doing?"

"Calling Dr. Westly, I think he's trust worthy, we need to act fast to get this to work."

"Who cares if they're trust worthy?" asked Alucard. "I'm going to wipe his mind when we're done anyway."

In the next few hours Integra set up everything necessary to pull off the greatest ruse she'd participated this century. Alucard stayed with her, occasionally spitting out instructions.

"It's done," said Integra, finally. "My appointment is tomorrow morning, everything's been arranged."

"No," said Alucard. "Not everything."

"No?" asked Integra.

"How can you be sure that I won't corrupt our child, Master?" he asked. "Why do you trust me? I assure you I am not trust worthy."

Integra looked at him hard. "You would not corrupt my child, even if you were not the father," she said after a long while. "You would aid it as you have aided me. That's why you will not corrupt our child, it would be that much more dear to you, because it is the only worthwhile mark we can leave on this world together."

"Are you sure?" he asked.

"You love for me will blind you to the desire to corrupt anything we create together."

"Do I love you?" he asked her.

"Yes," she said. "Why else would you have given me away?"

Alucard grinned, she finally understood. Now, if he could only get the Police Girl to drink her blood.

"Is my sentiment returned?" he asked her.

"Is it?" she asked.

He didn't answer. Integra watched him squirm with emotion he went so far out of his way to avoid.

"Yes," he finally let out. "Because you insisted that I stay, even after I broke you down. Your pride gives you away, Sir Hellsing."

She smiled. "What a lovely cross roads we've come to."

"Indeed."

"I should go to bed, I have a very busy day tomorrow," Integra said, getting up from her desk.

"Your day will be long," Alucard agreed. "However, your night will be longer."

"Servant, you'd keep me waiting until night?"

"If only to increase your anticipation."

"So be it," she said. "I'll just have to make sure to take a nap."

"Will you come with me first?"

"Before my nap?"

"No, you dolt, before you go to your rooms."

"If you wish."

He took her hand and took her with him into the darkness.