Author's Blah-blah: I AM ALIVE! I hope you guys aren't ready and willing to kill me just yet. Heck, I don't even know if you guys are interested in this story. Oh well, I'll know. If no one reviews this then I guess it's bye-bye fanfiction. Don't want to be posting a fic that nobody wants, ne? But the next one is the last chapter, don't you want me to finish this? *whines* Anyways, I will definetly be updating my fics… all of them provided that no bishounen will sweep me off his feet and drag me to YAOI land or something.Hmmm, that would be nice.

Muraki: I will sweep you off your feet but with Tsuzuki-san of course.

Caeli: : Later honey I am trying to do something here.

Muraki: Don't you want me anymore?

Caeli: I do have  a life other than making you crazy. Now, stop talking and let me go on with the story.

Disclaimer: Same as usual, I don't own Hellsing nor profit from using Ricky Martin's name and his song. The characters/names used here belong to their respective owners; they are not mine. Heck, I don't even own myself.

      I Love You… Not!

         Integra was practically seething with anger.

 He made fun of me?! She hissed mentally as she dragged the unwilling trash bag behind her. It made some loud clink-clank noise as it bumped into doors, ceilings and table legs. It was undoubtedly slowing down her mad march to her room. She stopped and released her death grip on the already frayed loop of the plastic. For a moment she was tempted to just throw them into the incinerator or in the massive fireplace downstairs in some kind of retaliation to Alucard. However,  a quick peak inside brought her into sentimentality that she almost- painfully tied again the drat black trash bag in one tight knot and dragged it along her but this time she was slower but nonetheless infuriated.

       A maid accidentally stepped into her path as she was refilling the water on vase full of roses and the poor servant visibly paled and shrunk in fear as she pressed herself to the tiniest corner to give way for Integra. She shot the petrified woman an irritated look and continued her stomping to her room. Really, she thought glaring back at the shivering maid my servants should have spine and more courage. From the way she was cowering underneath my gaze it's like I am carrying a bag of dead bodies than these useless things.

       She passed by a mirror and she caught her own reflection. She shuddered and quickly looked away. Now, she realized why the maid was so afraid. She was like some princess from hell, teeth clenched together and bared for show, hair a mad nest on top of her head, her face ruddy from all the blood of anger cursing through and last but the least her arms fisted on the trash bag and one on her gun as if she was ready and willing to shoot anyone or anything moving in between their eyes.

       Now I know, She sighed as she consciously patted her hair back into place. She also made it to a point to slip the gun further into her jacket, away from eyesight of panicky servants and weak-hearted people that she might scare off.

       Fully realizing her monstrosity, she relaxed and took a deep breath, resting her back on the wall Her room was just a few more doors away but she's not ready to go there just yet. She was afraid that Alucard might already be there dressed in his darn too-tight black pants.

       Black pants…tight…ass… Integra swallowed hard and she found herself unbuttoning the uppermost three buttons of her shirt.

       "Summer must be near," She said in total denial as she trudged to her room still lugging the heavy trash bag behind her.

       Now, standing in front of her door she debated whether or not to go in. A quick glance at her watch told her that it was still past seven in the evening and she usually slept around 12 and sometimes even during the wee hours of the morning. But where would she go? There seemed to be no place other than her own room.

       Walter suddenly appeared by her side and politely asked whether if she wanted dinner to be served inside the room. She shook her head and just muttered that she wasn't hungry.

       "Would you like me to dispose that for you?" Walter asked gesturing towards the abused looking trash bag.

       Integra was quick to shake her head, "No, I'll tend to that myself. Thanks anyway."

       "As you wish, " Walter bowed and walked off his footsteps echoing across the hall.

       Integra watched him and realized how much he knew about her. Even her mood swings and trivial things such as her keeping small gifts for Alucard. He knew about it all and never said a word to anyone.

       The silence on the hall was so deafening and fatigue started to settle in. She decided to just go in. It was best that way considering also the fact that she might be once again pulled to join a stupid Valentine's Day Party. Even though she made it to a point to have a party for her men, she also made it clear that she would not be joining them.

       She jammed her hand on the inside pocket of her jacket and produced a key. For a few seconds, she stared at the intricate designs of its head and wondered the purpose of having a key when Alucard can come and go freely in her room. If there was one person she was most afraid of its has to be Alucard  because with him she felt tension like she has no control over herself or of the things around her and if there was one thing that Integra hate was the utter feeling of being helpless.

       Alucard never at least truthfully followed her orders. It may just appear so but upon deeper understanding, it was all for him and him alone. The 'Master' crap was all just a big façade cause in the end it was ALucard who always had his way.

        In the dark, Integra fumbled for the switch and her spacious room was immediately bathed in light. Her eyes narrowed looking for signs of Alucard seeing none she still cleared her throat and said out a loud, "ALucard, I swear if you come to my room with nothing particularly important to say I'll make you sorry you're an immortal."

       And with that said and done, she quickly went to her bed and plopped down, her face hitting the soft mattress in a soft thud. The black trash bag she had been carrying around now lay on the ground just on the foot of the bed, battered and torn in some part exposing a bit of the wrapped packages sheltered inside.

Integra stretched before burying her nose to the softness. She stiffened and smelled something different lingering in her sheets. Abruptly, she sat up, pulling up the weird-smelling coverlet. Her delicate nose picked up a scent all too familiar. Her mind produced images as it tried to recall whose scent it belonged to. For a few seconds, her mind probed for a name and flashed some very interesting images…

        She swallowed thickly as her blasted head gave her some very vivid images linking the scent to some person she encountered just minutes ago. Loose shirt, tight oh-so-tight leather pants, sensual locks framing sinisterly good looking face and then that…

       She coughed and dropped the coverlet as if it was snake into the floor. She then proceeded to smell her pillows and the rest of the sheets covering the bed. One by one she peeled it all until she was left with a bare mattress and naked pillows. Wearily, she once again dropped to the mattress in one boneless heap when she smelled once again his scent.

       Her lips curled, Even the mattress and the damn pillows? What had he been doing rubbing his essence all over my bedroom? She angrily glared at the crumpled sheets on the floor then once again her mind provided another series of alluring images.

       She briefly closed her eyes as she blatantly pictured Alucard rolling sensuously around her bed wearing nothing but a wicked smiled as he wrapped around his enthralling body her sheets, her pristine white sheets. She then decided to go a bit bolder and inserted herself to her fantasy. She imagined tumbling into the bed with him, thumping him with a pillow but he being the seducer that he truly was pinned her underneath him in retaliation.

       Golden skin against pale ones, blonde against black…

       Integra snapped back to reality painfully. She opened her eyes and covered her reddened cheeks in shame. Damn it, she was supposed to be this ice princess and she should never-ever feel desire towards someone especially to that man even if he came waltzing t her room wearing that darn black pants.

       Pants, Her mind echoed and once again that painful and seemingly erotic scene played back on her head. She bit her bottom lip and willed herself to think that she must just be over-fatigued. She wasn't born to recognize and give in to lust, she was born to blow frost over it.

       But still she can't help but wander back to those enticing images but no! She wouldn't give in. She haughtily took a deep breath closed her eyes and Indian sat on top of her bed.

       Must not think of carnal things, must think about my job. She paused from her mental chant and thought of the many things she ought to do.

       She held out her 10 fingers and started her list…

       "Documentation…finished." She mumbled and bent her thumb to her palm.

       "Meeting with my officers… finished." Down came another finger.

       "Study of Vampire Case no. 6543… finished…checking out of Alucard's butt… not done yet…"

       "What the-?" She hissed out to herself, that wasn't supposed to come out.

       My, my, aren't we being naughty today, A voice inside her head chimed.

       "I will not listen to a stupid voice inside my head, I will not yield." She shouted and with that she grabbed the discarded sheets on the floor and covered herself in it. Best that she'd sleep it off, if she can…

       Burying her nose to the Alucard-scented bed sheets she took a nice long deep breath and closed her eyes.

       Somehow it calmed her, but she wouldn't dare admit that.

       Alucard stared at the empty seat that Integra vacated. His hand went to his hips and was surprised to feel a foreign fabric clinging to his lower region like second skin. He looked down at the shiny tight material and sighed.

       Ceras sighed too, but with utter adoration. "Master, you are a sight for sore eyes."

       "Well, not for her" He pointed out bitterly to direction where Integra had gone into.

       "Um, she has her reasons."  Ceras said gently.

       "But I've done everything, everything to just...I don't know." He sighed and ran a hand over his hair. He threw his hands up, "I don't even know why I am exerting effort when I know that in the end I'll get shot or screamed at."

       "You just don't learn, do you?"

       ALucard looked up and saw Walter leaning on a doorframe his hands crossed over his chest. The old man rolled his eyes and gently pried from the broken component his favorite CD. With nimble fingers he lightly dusted it and placed it back to its scratch-free case and with a low growl he addressed Ceras, "This is my favorite CD. Let's just pray that there won't be any damage."

       Ceras smiled sheepishly, "I'll buy you another Ricky Martin CD, if you like."

       Walter rolled his eyes and went to ALucard and thumped him on the head with the CD's edge. "You do the same stuff every year. You try and test her patience and do  the most unbelievable and stupidest thing and what is your purpose for that?"

       The vampire didn't answer; he merely shrugged and sniffed.

       "Well, what's the matter? You've been alive for so long that your brain had already evaporated or something."

       Still, no answer not that Walter expected anything. The childish vampire was no better than the foolish Hellsing leader. Those two should be left on an island alone for them to straighten out their feelings towards each other.

       "You see, ALucard, she is something out of the ordinary. She's as complex as your personality. Hard to-"

       "Shut up."  The vampire hissed and walked off but not before spitting out, "I don't need a man who is younger than me telling me advices."

       "Indeed, I am younger than you are but then can I just give you one advice before you be the same as her and stomp your way to your room.

       Alucard snorted, even if he said 'yes' or 'no' he would undoubtedly hear it anyway.

       The old man went to him and patted him on the back, "Just be yourself. Don't listen to us."

       ALucard shot him a death glare and walked out of them and straight into Integra's room.

       Wathing ALucard disappear, Ceras felt a presence loomed over her. She turned around and saw Walter smiling sinisterly at her, "For added compensation, you can also buy me the Ricky Martin Limited Edition CD and DVD."

       "AH, sure."

Author's Blah-Blah: Wow! I finally updated. I hope in my heart that somebody will appreciate this. Pls. Review and oh- please be kind too I am quite a berserker you know. I also kill people for a living. Don't look at me like that, I am only helping out my Muraki here, he is after all a doctor. No, no, I am not scaring you guys off. Oh my, I also don't know any stuff about Ricky Martin Merchandise. Believe me, cause I am not his fan.

Muraki: Don't believe a word, She's a lunatic…. But I love her.