Author's Notes: Is this thing abandoned or what! Sorry to all you peeps out there waiting for me all this time. Been busy, and writing other fanfics for a while, but I'm back! Woo hoo! I had some trouble for the storyline in this story, because it is forcing me to be lame (as in story plotwise, not style or anything [I'm following the Buffy plot a bit, so yeah, singing demon, whoo]) and also, going against my 'pairing supporting'. *Cries* It ain't my idea folks, but it must be done! I'm so sorry to all you peeps who know me to be a supporter of AxC, but I did warn you guys beforehand, that I had to make sacrifices for this fic *sniff* FORGIVE ME! *BWAAAAAAAHH!*
*sniffle* Anyway, I've finally hit the over 20 review mark ^_^ That got me going again. With a nice average of 7 reviews per chapter, I'm busy once more! WHOOO!
However, 3D animation project to be done, and piano lessons too. BUT, I'm making concessions for myself with this fic. It relaxes me ^-^
And for possibly the main attraction you guys have been waiting for...*drumroll* The famous Alucard solo, yay!
*swallows poison and prepares to die after writing this chapter because unfortunately, this is the chapter I go against my beliefs {waaaaaaaaah!!!}*
P.S. Although there are those who would not like this pairing that it obviously is right now, I suggest reading down below because ther ARE cute quirks in this, despite my own personal distaste, hehehehehhe... Anyway, Spike's song fits Alucard perfectly, although it's rock -__- Rock and rolling Alucard? Strange indeed...
P.P.S. I drew the line at writing actions for Alucard. Seriously, I'm could hardly bear write the lyrics (I comprimised with copying and pasting), let alone WRITE all the actions that Alucard is probably doing...ick...leave it to your imagination, I knew I had a 'fun' time thinking up whatever he was doing. Especially, since he was suppose to be mimicking SPIKE! AHAHAHAHHAHHHA!
"You look a bit dishevelled, Captain Bernadotte," commented Walter as he happened to pass by the blond and ponytailed captain in the hallway of the Hellsing mansion.
"'Dishevelled'? Well, if you saw my platoons little stint in the locker room, you wouldn't be surprised, would ya?" Pip replied, in almost a growl.
Walter raised an eyebrow, "The locker room?"
Pip sighed and stopped in his tracks just as the butler did and wringed his hands, "It was pretty okay, although the dances with coconuts were a bit weird, not to mention the monkeys. Where the HECK did they come from..."
He turned around to face the rather shocked steward, but did not notice Walter's bewildered expression and continued, "But man! What they were singing! You just find out the worse things in those lyrics..."
"I'm sure...that it wasn't too upsetting..." Walter tried to console, or advise, comment... He seriously did not know what to say about such Pip's 'crisis'.
"Yeah, whatever," Pip sighed
"Dammit! I knew that guy was too friendly!" Pip exclaimed as he turned on his heel and walked onwards to his destination, which apparently was Integral's office at the end of the hall.
Walter looked back in slight bewilderment at the back of the frazzled captain, straightened his collar and cleared his throat to noone in particular, and quickly retreated down the hall as fast as a brisk walk could go.
"Come in," instructed Integral, not looking up from her workpile when she heard the knock on her door.
Pip entered and walked up, standing before her desk.
"Well, do you have anything to report, Captain?" Integral said nonchalantly.
"Most of London's affected by the 'singing' disease, but the outer villages are still normal. There have been more of those cases of exploding people, spontaneous concussion was it?"
"Com-BUSTION, Captain Bernadotte," corrected Integral, sorting her documents and keeping them away.
"Oh, yeah. Anyway, Hellsing's media coverage group has been keeping those cases out of the news as much as possible, though they sometimes have to make it look like a fire accident,"
"But seriously, there has been so many civilians bursting out into song that everyone knows that something weird is going on," Pip commented, remembering his casual walk just today...
Flashback
"...this is nightmare...a nightmare in a broadway show...a nightmare in a broadway show about a nightmare..." Pip grumbled to himself as he walked down the cold London streets.
However, his attention was drawn to the side of a building when he saw window cleaners dancing with their swab brooms.
"Okaaaaay...hmmm...aaaah..."
Then, he walked by a policeman and a woman standing on the curb.
[Policeman is writing a ticket...]
Woman: "I'm begging you please no!
It isn't right, it isn't fair!
There wasn't any parking anywhere!
I think that hydrant wasn't there,"
I'm begging you please no...!"
End Flashback
"Yup, they would definitely know something is going on..." Pip continued.
Integral finished putting away her documents as she closed her desk drawer. She took her a sip from her teacup calmly and replaced it back on her desk before speaking.
"Actually, you are very correct, captain Bernadotte," she said as she took out a cigar.
She did not light it immediately or hastily, but took her relaxed time to look for her lighter as she spoke to the captain.
"I must admit that, after the initial shock of the singing performance in this office three nights ago," she found her lighter and began to flick it to produce a flame.
"I have found this whole situation rather...acceptable," she got a nice steady flame, and burned the end of her cigar.
"Acceptable?!" Pip exclaimed unconciously. But it was rather strange, of all people, Sir Integral, feeling this whole singing bit was...okay?!
Integral casually drew on her cigar and leaned on her desk, looking at the captain, "Whatever a person sings , the lyrics show what they feel and thinking, whether it be obvious or hidden. This is extremely advangteous to me at points. For example, just a day after that incident, I had to meet with her Majesty, as well as Enrico," she half-frowned at the thought of the Catholic pig-moron, but there was also a curious half-smile in her smirk as she continued, "The meeting was to discuss the strange going-ons. The Queen herself claimed a renegade band of men in army dress approached the palace and disturbed her so much with their 'Hellish' singing that she couldn't sleep a wink after that," Integral looked intently at Pip, who suddenly wore an expression of sheepish innocence.
"During the meeting, Enrico, for goodness knows what reason, tried to debunk the singing situation as a mass hallucination or something along that line. However, he got a rather nasty surprise," Integral grinned, her eyes glinting in casual malice, "He burst out into song right there and then. And while his singing voice was absolutely horrid, I was justified in my claims, and I found out the nasty surprise he was planning for Hellsing and me,"
Pip nodded in agreement, "Out of curiousity, Sir Integral, but just what was he planning anyway?"
Integral thought for a moment, "It was actually hard to determine the details, but from his continual chorus of "Slay slay slay, let's blow the vampire away. Destroy destroy destroy, that's basically our ploy!", I suppose he was going to get his dear compatriote Anderson in and try to kill Alucard again,"
"Ace versu Ace?" Pip queried, "Isn't that a bit too obvious and extreme?"
"Obviously, but then, Enrico is an idiot,"
"True,"
Integral leaned back in her chair and balanced her cigar between her fingers, her eyes drifted in her thoughts, "People are still dying, no matter the supposed harmlessness of these incidents. From what Hellsing's intelligience have gathered of the people who died, they all had rather depressing lives, emotional, financial, psychological problems and such. It's clear then, that the intensity of these bouts of singing are killing them?"
Pip nodded, "That looks right, Sir, and it's getting worse too. Today, about twenty five people have died, and it was eleven yesterday, and five the day before that,"
Integral tilted her head down gravely, her eyes closed in silent thought once more. Smoke flitted slowly in its foggy column from the forgotten cigar in her fingers.
"Very well, Captain Bernadotte. Thank you for your report, you are dismissed,"
Pip bowed and left the room in a twirl of his ponytail, leaving Integral alone at her desk.
But not for long.
"Alucard," she said firmly.
Seconds passed without any movement on the walls. No black portal, no peering eyes, no maniacal sarcastic laughter.
"Alucard!" she said more firmly.
Seconds more passed, which soon became a whole minute and counting. Integral was becoming irritated with the vampire's sudden lack of usual promptness.
"Alucard! I order you to come here right now!" Integral yelled outloud, knowing that no matter where the vampire was.
*I'm...sorry, master, but it is in my opinion that that would be a very, very, undesirable...action at this point of time,* echoed Alucard's voice in her office. There was a strain in his voice.
"What the hell are you talking about, Alucard! I'm giving you a direct order to report to me at once!" she shouted.
*Integral. No,* he replied simply.
"Alucard? Alucard! Answer me! Damn it!" she growled in fury and immediately left her desk in a huff, storming to her door and out of her office.
*Disobeying my precise orders. What the devil is that vampire up to?!* she thought to himself as she stormed the long way to the place Alucard should be.
She half-wondered whether she should ask Walter along as well, but decided that living with that vampire for over a decade should have thought her not to fear the slightest of him, even if it meant she was going down into his chambers by herself, something which she had never had to do except, perhaps to a certain extent, in a certain incident that happened a decade ago, but in a far further chamber from Alucard's current one.
And even then, she was not that much fearful of a corpse, and neither should she be now.
She fingered her pinned cross and pulled it up higher on her tie as she went into the lower dungeons of the mansion beyond the basement.
*I would sincerely, advise you, Integral, to WAIT...till such time is...appropiate,* voiced the vampire as she neared his chamber.
"Time is NOT something we have much left, Alucard, and it would be much more 'appropiate' for you to stop wasting my time with your inane games!" she yelled as she rounded the next corner and faced the jet-black door of her organization's thrump card's room.
It was imposing, but she gripped the knob, and suddenly felt a cold pulse go through her being.
"Alucard!" this was too much for her. He had given her a very apparent warning, her, HIS master! To not enter his room!
She turned it roughly and opened the door.
Alucard was leaning casually back in a chair, somehow defying the all powerful law of gravity as he placed his full weight backwards without tilting the chair too fair. True, his legs were on the table, but they were there because it was comfortable, not because he needed them to have a grip on the table.
"Well, good evening Integral, my master," he greeted as Integral entered the pitch black room.
"I've made my 'gracious' way down here Alucard, there had better be a very good reason for this nonsense,"
Alucard started laughing, quietly, and peered at his master from behind orange-tinted sunglasses, "If I had it my way, you would not need to know. Just take it that I was otherwise 'engaged' with some business," he replied cryptically.
Integral frowned. She hated things hidden from her, especially from her servant, but was willing to pass this moment, with the reasoning that sometimes, age-old bloodsuckers too, needed their moments of privacy.
"Fine, I will forget this one moment of indiscretion, but have it certain not to happened, again,"
Alucard nodded silently, a grin oh so apparent.
"Have you found anything? The source of all this?" she asked sternly.
Alucard shook his head with a grin, "I'm sorry my master, but whoever is doing this, is tricky indeed. Not a clue, master, not a clue," he shrugged playfully.
Integral frowned a little, "As I hate to say this, Alucard, but currently, all the rest of Hellsing are in less power to find out the cause of these happenings, and I would appreciate you try harder,"
Alucard shrugged again and mused as he walked along the walls, inspecting them for flaws that were not there, "Well, I have thought of plan. Though I hate to resort to it..."
"Whatever it is, Alucard, you had best try at least ten times," she said in a hard tone.
"Well then, you had best be off-" suddenly, Alucard's grin froze and his eyes were wide in shocked realization.
The moment hung for a few seconds, before Integral pushed on, "Alucard? What are you doing, staring in space?"
For a few more seconds, Alucard kept rigid in his posture and expression, only his eyes reflected his concentration and forced control.
Finally, he tried to say a few more words, "Well...master...I think...you'd...best be...go-" but the strain was too much, and Alucard's face was twisted into a semi-growl, his arm was outstretched to a black portal that had appeared in the wall, as if he was trying to pull himself out if Integral would not leave.
Integral looked up in curiousity at the whole display of wringing control that prevaded Alucard's person.
"Alucard? What in blazes is going on with you?"
For just a few seconds more, Alucard kept his control battle, unable to move a muscle and almost his eyes as he strained against the supernatural urge stirring inside of him to...
Alucard: I died
So many years ago
Alucard rolled his eyes upwards as he realised he had lost the battle, being forced by what magick was on the city to began his song.
But you can make me feel
Like it isn't so
And why you come to live with me
I think I finally know
You're scared
You're scared
Ashamed of what you feel
And you can't tell the ones you love
You know they couldn't deal
Whisper in a dead man's ear,
It doesn't make it real
That's great - -
But I don't want to play
'Cos being with you touches me
More than I can say
But since I'm only dead to you
I'm saying stay away
And let me rest in peace
You know, you've got a willing slave
And you just love to play the thought like you might misbehave
And I'm telling you
Stop visiting my grave
And let me rest in peace
Integral looked at curiously, but strangely enough, did not seem to hear the song Alucard was apparently singing. In fact, what exactly she was hearing was hard to determine, but she seemed to get the general feeling that Alucard wanted her to leave, which wasn't a matter of importance to her since she was already going to go back once she had asked Alucard for information. She simply stood up and walked out of the room as if nothing had happened. Alucard followed behind though. His verse wasn't finished.
I know I should go
But I follow you like a man possessed
There's a traitor here beneath my breast
And it hurts me more than you've ever guessed
If my heart could beat, it would break my chest
But I can see you're unimpressed
So, leave me be
They finally left the dungeon, basement, and entered the slightly sunlit entrance hall of the mansion, Integral still not seeming to take notice of whatever Alucard was singing next to her. By this time, Alucard had become frustrated by the very lyrics of his song, and became reckless as he disappeared
And let me rest in peace
Let me get some sleep
Let me take my love and bury it
In a hole six foot deep
I can lay my body down
But I can't find my sweet release
Let me rest in peace
Why won't you let me rest in peace?
Finally, Alucard's song was finished, and he stared off for a while before regaining normal control on himself. He turned to looked at Integral, who was walking back to her office, giving no reaction whatsoever to his solo performance.
On the staircase, she suddenly halted, and Alucard looked up in a mixture of something close to nervousness, and dark curiousity as to her reaction to this whole thing.
"What exactly were you mumbling about while we were coming up here, Alucard?" she asked, in a genuine question which Alucard sensed had no masking in.
"Hmm..." he murmured, but did not reply, and simply walked a small distance before disappearing into thin air.
Integral stared nondescriptly, and turned back to walk back on to her office.