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I Love you… not!  (part 5)

          "I don't care how beautiful the roses are-"

Integra stopped in mid-sentence. The ability to speak was suddenly robbed off her for standing right before her dressed in sinfully tight leather pants and flimsy loose white shirt was Alucard. She swallowed hard and closed her eyes momentarily to shake off this hallucination that she must be having but upon opening her eyes once again the vision was still there.

"Master…" He called out, his voice low and husky. His bare feet barely made sound as he made soft and alluring steps towards the woman whom he wanted to please so much. Integra on the other hand was too shocked to neither scream nor comment. Where has the world gone into? Alucard in that tight black pants obviously was something that she didn't expect.

But he was like this sex god walking towards her, tempting her without words without action but just the simple yet lustful eye contact and Integra made sure that she wouldn't look at that. She was painfully aware that gazing at those red eyes mesmerizes her and looking at it now might expose a side of her she'd rather keep hidden.Thank god he often wear those darn yellow-orange specs of his.

Careful not to look at his face area, her gaze fell on his chest and she wish she hadn't. She fought the urge not to salivate as she saw the flimsiness of the cloth and the ample view it was giving her. The shirt despite covering Alucard's upper body was still showing wicked parts of him; take for example that lean chest of his, well-toned abs and not to mention that almost rosy sensitive nubs straining against his cloth. It was almost like wearing a see-through shirt.

Almost regretfully, Integra dragged her eyes downward. Those images might be rewarding but there was still more to explore and see and exploring she did. Her eyes immediately spotted his belly button and thought that it was the cutest thing she'd ever saw.

          Damn, since when did people classify belly buttons as cute?  Her mind riled up against her.

          But Integra was far too engrossed to be bugged by her common sense to look away. Hungrily her eyes moved downwards to his leather pants, oh so tight leather pants that hugged his assets perfectly.

          "Master…look at me? Do you like what you see?" Alucard asked, his voice almost purring. He was now standing before her, towering over her small frame. He pressed his face close to wanting to see what those blue eyes can tell him but Integra looked away moving her head to one side and shutting her eyes.

          "Do not be afraid," He whispered against her ear, his lips brushing against her delicately.

          Integra's breath was caught at that slight sensation.

          Let me die, don't want to be consumed by desire, Integra thought madly as blood rushed to her face. She felt warm and tingly all over, almost like being tickled but she held her emotions back. She bit down her bottom lip and clenched her fists; she will not allow herself to feel anything, to see anything.

          Freaks, killing freaks, dead useless bodies… Blood suckers… hellsing…vampire…me human…lust not wanted…must not be drawn… Her mind chanted but soon she lost. Damn it, damn those pants, damn his eyes, damn Alucard. Fuck him! Shit! Wrong term, fucking wrong term!!!!

          Her mental battle with herself was soon stopped when a familiar sound suddenly penetrated her ears. It's latin, bordering to pop music. She heard that somewhere, in Walter's room. Integra's mind momentarily stopped her taunting and focused on where she heard that sound.

          She felt a sickening knot on her stomach when she recognized it to be a Ricky Martin song.

          Please…no…not that song…What's that called? Livin' La Vida Loca?! That's Walter's favorite song!

          The sound was now blasting in her ears and she was forced to open her eyes. She was glad that Alucard was now keeping his distance from her but her happiness was cut short when he started to sing…

She's into extermination
Of ghouls and blood-suckin freaks
I feel a premonition
That girl's gonna make me fall

          Aside from being off-key, Alucard was doing a poor imitation of the song.

          "Deaftone," Integra murmured feeling a headache coming.

          ALucard once again misinterpreted Integra's shock as that of pure bliss, he belted out more lyrics, singing his lungs, tonsils and vocal chords out. He matched his vocal effort with some hip-thrusting dance, another one of his fledgling's advice.

She's into smokin' cigars
English Tea and wearing men's clothes
She's got a new addiction
For every day and night
She'll make you take your
Clothes off and go dancing in the rain
She'll make you live her crazy life
But she'll take away your pain
Like a bullet to your brain


          Integra was ready to scream, she was really ready to scream. She wanted to shoot him but her gun was not with her at the moment; she just remembered that Walter was cleaning it for her. Her fingers itch and a vein was ready to pop out. One thing that was keeping her from screaming like a banshee was the very provocative and hypnotic hip thrusts that he was doing. Those damn leather pants were truly something.

 

 
Upside inside out
She's livin' la vida loca
She'll push and pull you down
Livin' la vida loca
Her lips are devil red
And her skin's the color of mocha
She will wear you out
Livin' la vida loca
She's livin la vida loca

Woke up in some dungeron
Underneath Hellsing mansion
She took my heart
And she took my pride

"He changed the lyrics," She hissed. She wanted to get away, wanted to kill him. First he tried to seduce her (and almost did) then he's singing to her this silly song with improvised but crappy lyrics! She wanted to go away from him, go away from it all. He was a big and noisy obstacle to her only escape… the door and without thinking she picked the big black trash bag full of gifts and with the strength of an Amazon woman she lifted it up and whacked Alucard on his head.

The singing abruptly stopped and Integra practically stormed out of the room, dragging the trash bag with her. On the way out, she saw Ceras with her mouth hanging open and on her hands a component still blasting off that karaoke version of 'Livin La Vida Loca'.

"So that's where the music was coming from," She said through gritted teeth and without much thought she plucked it off Ceras arms and threw it to the wall.

Silence.

Satisfied, Integra went to her room, boiling with rage.

Author's Blah-Blah: There! Another chapter finished! Just one more! *grins* . Anyways, I am sorry for not commenting now on your reviews cause I really just rushed this fic. I have a 10 page paper due tomorrow about Baroque Art. Lucky me, Muraki-sama is here with me right now to erm ' restrain' me from doing other unnecessary things such as…

Muraki: *cracks whip* Now, Caeli you promised me that you will finish all your assignments and papers today.

Caeli: What the? I am the seme here not you. I am not your Tsuzuki or that doll Hisoka! So don't order me around.

Muraki:…

Caeli: Don't you just love him? I practically worship him *glomps Muraki*

Muraki: Please review her fics or else she'll get really miserable making her cease all progress of her fics and *sighs* Turn her attention all to me.