A/N: Sorry for the wait. I got the inspiration from this from watching a panel for Hellsing Ultimate of all things...and from a little stunt my niece pulled. Note to self; never ever EVER let 3 year-old get a hold of permanent markers.

Day Twenty-Nine

Integra's trust in Wynter had slipped slightly after the spider incident the night before. However, in spite of all this, she still had hope that Wynter could get Alucard to cool it with the pranks. This hope was fueled the next morning when she awoke at four A.M to a tremendous ruckus outside her door and went out to investigate. She was just in time to see Wynter rush past down the hallway, laughing madly as she disappeared around the corner. Baskerville was in hot pursuit, snarling viciously. Integra wasn't quite sure what Wynter had done that time, but Alucard seemed to be getting mad, now. This was good. Maybe he'd lay off the pranks for a while. She went back to bed with a new feeling of security.

When the sun rose, however...

/ooo/

"Alucard!"

Integra hurled the door to his chamber open, stalking inside and fit to be tied. He raised his head and quirked his brow, "Well, I must say, that's quite the interesting new look you have Integra. It rather suits you,"

"Alucard," she snarled, "You've pulled this one before. Damn it, you demonic blockhead, you dyed my hair green! It's green!"

"Not to worry. It's only food coloring yet again. It'll wash out with a little Vaseline,"

"And how exactly do you know this?" she growled, clenching her fists. Alucard tossed her something from his pocket. She caught it, glaring at it irritably. It was Vaseline, just as he said. She eyed him skeptically, "Why do you just so happen to conveniently have this?" she grumbled. It was then that she noticed that it was strangely dimmer in there than it usually was. She drew closer to him, peering at him curiously. He just glowered at her, not saying anything. Integra smirked suddenly, chuckling, " You missed some, Alucard," she said, reaching out to lightly tug a small bit of his hair. He smacked her hand away and stood up, dissipating from her sight and grumbling to himself.

"You know," she called after him, "Blond is an interesting look for you,"

"Integra, please be quiet," she heard him mutter from somewhere off in the distance. Tossing the bottle up and catching it, she laughed to herself, now less infuriated by her new temporary hairdo than she'd been before.

A/N: Let me know what you think! I'm still waiting to use a VERY good idea one of my readers gave me. It's a surprise, so just wait and see! Hehehe!