Disclaimer: I don't own Hellsing nor the poem used for this fic.
Author's Blah: Sorry for the delay, I had one hell of a week, I am out to kill people. MWAHAHAHAHAHA!
This is for:
Mystic Dragonsfire
Rei-chan
Kreuz Swords
Beckster : sure why not? ^_^
M.Kasshoku
No. 192455631
Angie
Alucard-the-Hellsing-vamp
Kit
Bloodhound
Yue no Miko
Momo/Pish
I Love You… Not!
"OUT!"
Alucard stared at the book now spread out on his feet. Slowly, he touched his nose and wasn't surprised at the stinging sensation he felt upon his skin meeting his own fingertips. His eyes then flew to his object of affection, his master was almost seething with anger, her right hand was still suspended into the air as if she was caught in mid-throw.
"Master?" He called out. Alucard was confused, he thought he had impressed her but she threw a book on his face, impressed persons don't do that.
"OUT ALUCARD! OR I SWEAR I'LL MAKE YOU SORRY YOU'RE AN IMMORTAL!"
Alucard was about to open his mouth to whine when the sound of a gun being loaded filled his ears. Quietly and swiftly, he slid off Integra's room and wandered around the hallways once again still empty-handed.
Damn! Must be the clothes, he thought fingering his scarlet outfit.
When she was sure that he was already gone did only Integra sigh and relax back on her chair. What the hell was that? She thought with contempt as she gently placed her gun back to the safety of her drawer.
She then recalled what Alucard said………
Your Blood is Red
Your eyes are Blue
You are so damn sweetCan I taste you?
Integra winced.
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"Try another tactic," Ceras offered helpfully.
Alucard still rubbing his poor nose (but already healed) snorted, "Well I've run out of creative juices."
Ceras smiled and plopped down on ALucard's coffin bed. She offered Alucard ha glass of medical blood and the Hellsing agent almost lunged at it.They were in his room discussing what has happened and her Master was miserably wallowing on self-pity for his disastrous poetry.
"I shouldn't have listened to that old man," Alucard grunted before taking a full swig of the medical blood.
Ceras was tempted to point out his lousy choice of words but wisely declined. She knew that matters concerning her master's Master should always be approached with gentle words and such.
"How about being aggressive and all? Maybe she'd like that more." She carefully said.
Alucard frowned, "I tried being aggressive and my poor nose was attacked."
Ceras sighed, "But Master, love through poetry is so-so medieval, so old. Your master is a modern woman perhaps she's not into that whole conservative courtship ideals such as lousy poetry"
Utter silence.
A smile lifted the corners of Alucard's mouth. He discarded the empty glass and turned to his fledgling and with eager eyes asked, "What do you suggest I do?"
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Still at her office, Integra finished wrapping the velvet box. Will I give this to him or not?, She asked herself mentally as she caressed the red wrapping paper covering it. She then glanced at the opened drawers filled with gifts.
These were all for him but I was so much of a chicken that I never really gave any of these to him, She thought recalling her of her of buying things for him and contemplating whether or not to give him every single year.
She remembered that the first gift she ever bought him was a teddy bear but then she just decided to keep it thinking that he was way too old for such childish things. The next year she bought him handkerchiefs but when the actually Valentine's Day arrived she realized that her gift was useless and once again she kept it, dumping it on her drawer and locking it away from prying eyes.
So year after year, it's like a ritual for her. She will buy him a gift but keep it thinking that it will be no use to him. The gifts kept piling up and she can't throw them away for some reason she can't put a finger on
She unfolded the big black trash bag and started to dump the gifts, her sign of cowardice. She's not going to throw it all away, it's just that they're getting all cramped up inside her drawer. She will keep them somewhere safe until she'll have the heart to either give them all to him or just throw it all away.
TBC
Author's Blah: Sorry short chappie. I was supposed to finish it last Thursday but if I am not mistaken I read somewhere that I can't update/upload/create story until Sunday or something so I postponed all my writings and focused on other stuff. Stupid me. This what usually happens when you surf the net from 1to 3 in the morning.
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