"Integra Takes Initiative" By IWH_master
Disclaimer: the characters are not mine, they belong to someone else...
It had been a long, cool, gray day. Integra was waiting to see if her plans had been carried out.
She was pacing in front of a window, through which one could see the front gates of the Hellsing Organization base, and glancing out of it every so often for a sign of her group.
She didn't need to wait much longer however. The armored trucks soon drove through, releasing its occupants, including Ceras Victoria, and new agent. Better known as the new freak: vampire.
Not long after their arrival, Walter had run to the third floor, where she had been watching the action below.
"Sir Integra, the officers were lucky today. There were no casualties, and the target was annihilated almost instantly," he reported.
"Tell the troops that they are greatly appreciated, and that the head of the Hellsing Organization thanks them for their service," Integra listed as she usually had for awhile now.
"Very well sir."
As he turned to leave, he suddenly remembered that there had been an invitation in the mail. It had been addressed to her.
He quickly stopped, pulled the invitation out of his back pocket, turned around, and said, "I'm not sure what it's for, I would read it just in case. It may be important."
She took the invitation, broke the seal, and read it.
"Invited to a what!?" she said, her eyes becoming wide, a look of terror on her fair face. "I can't possibly go to something like this. I would have to wear a dress..."
"With a corset," Walter slipped in.
"Yes! With a corset..." she stopped. "A WHAT!" she yelled, eyes flashing. She turned to Walter, and stomped over to him. Her face was screwed up with anger.
Walter felt a drip of sweat fall down his temple, and said, "It's a Victorian dance, sort of ball type of thing, held by the queen herself, and you're expected to at least show your face, and with it being formal dress you must wear a gown. It also specifies, in the invitation none-the-less, the style of dress required." He found himself looking at the floor because he knew the anger had not even blown its true wave of heat over him yet. "There's more..."
"What!" she said, teeth slowly baring more and more. Her ears had started to glow red. Integra could feel the heat of her own blood rising to the surface of her skin on her face and the back of her neck. Her ears had already been burning with a red-hot sensation.
Walter felt a shiver slither down his spine as his mind raced around to retrieve the words to tell her. "I don't..." he said, try as hard as he could to choose the right words while facing the pressure, and her piercing look, "want you to go to this thing by yourself... so I asked some one already if they wouldn't mind joining you this evening, and they-"
"Who?" Integra interceded, a little more calmly, though raising an eyebrow. He couldn't possibly ruin my day more than he already has, she thought.
"Uh... eheheh... Alucard," Walter said, ready for the worst, while more sweat made its way down his forehead, neck, and cheeks.
"WHAT!!!!!" she exploded. In a matter of seconds (which is fast for a human) Integra had Walter pinned to the wall holding him there by his collar. "YOU ASKED WHO??! WHAT A MORON! How could you do that!"
"I figured," he started, talking as well as he could with a fist jammed up against his windpipe, "that you felt safer with him than with anyone else here."
She then let him drop from the wall, where he collapsed gasping for oxygen, as she swiftly took her hands away from his collar. She took a deep breath, and relaxed her shoulders.
"Alright, we'll act as though this were a mission," she explained, being quick and to the point. "Go fetch Alucard. Make sure he is 'in the style' required. If he isn't when he comes to me I shall show him what hell really is. I will not get gussied up while he keeps his tangled hair and sloppy uniform. That's final! Go!" She was not in the mood to be played with and Walter knew it.
Walter ran from the room, relieved to be away from her.
Meanwhile, Integra went to her room, and waited patiently for her gown to arrive. When it did she found one upside to the dress: it was black. However, even though it was lovely, there was still the matter of the corset that had to be dealt with. She picked it up with her thumb and index finger, and looked at it as though it were a giant slug, and oozing slime, which made her think of it as something disgusting all the more.
It had been a long, cool, gray day. Integra was waiting to see if her plans had been carried out.
She was pacing in front of a window, through which one could see the front gates of the Hellsing Organization base, and glancing out of it every so often for a sign of her group.
She didn't need to wait much longer however. The armored trucks soon drove through, releasing its occupants, including Ceras Victoria, and new agent. Better known as the new freak: vampire.
Not long after their arrival, Walter had run to the third floor, where she had been watching the action below.
"Sir Integra, the officers were lucky today. There were no casualties, and the target was annihilated almost instantly," he reported.
"Tell the troops that they are greatly appreciated, and that the head of the Hellsing Organization thanks them for their service," Integra listed as she usually had for awhile now.
"Very well sir."
As he turned to leave, he suddenly remembered that there had been an invitation in the mail. It had been addressed to her.
He quickly stopped, pulled the invitation out of his back pocket, turned around, and said, "I'm not sure what it's for, I would read it just in case. It may be important."
She took the invitation, broke the seal, and read it.
"Invited to a what!?" she said, her eyes becoming wide, a look of terror on her fair face. "I can't possibly go to something like this. I would have to wear a dress..."
"With a corset," Walter slipped in.
"Yes! With a corset..." she stopped. "A WHAT!" she yelled, eyes flashing. She turned to Walter, and stomped over to him. Her face was screwed up with anger.
Walter felt a drip of sweat fall down his temple, and said, "It's a Victorian dance, sort of ball type of thing, held by the queen herself, and you're expected to at least show your face, and with it being formal dress you must wear a gown. It also specifies, in the invitation none-the-less, the style of dress required." He found himself looking at the floor because he knew the anger had not even blown its true wave of heat over him yet. "There's more..."
"What!" she said, teeth slowly baring more and more. Her ears had started to glow red. Integra could feel the heat of her own blood rising to the surface of her skin on her face and the back of her neck. Her ears had already been burning with a red-hot sensation.
Walter felt a shiver slither down his spine as his mind raced around to retrieve the words to tell her. "I don't..." he said, try as hard as he could to choose the right words while facing the pressure, and her piercing look, "want you to go to this thing by yourself... so I asked some one already if they wouldn't mind joining you this evening, and they-"
"Who?" Integra interceded, a little more calmly, though raising an eyebrow. He couldn't possibly ruin my day more than he already has, she thought.
"Uh... eheheh... Alucard," Walter said, ready for the worst, while more sweat made its way down his forehead, neck, and cheeks.
"WHAT!!!!!" she exploded. In a matter of seconds (which is fast for a human) Integra had Walter pinned to the wall holding him there by his collar. "YOU ASKED WHO??! WHAT A MORON! How could you do that!"
"I figured," he started, talking as well as he could with a fist jammed up against his windpipe, "that you felt safer with him than with anyone else here."
She then let him drop from the wall, where he collapsed gasping for oxygen, as she swiftly took her hands away from his collar. She took a deep breath, and relaxed her shoulders.
"Alright, we'll act as though this were a mission," she explained, being quick and to the point. "Go fetch Alucard. Make sure he is 'in the style' required. If he isn't when he comes to me I shall show him what hell really is. I will not get gussied up while he keeps his tangled hair and sloppy uniform. That's final! Go!" She was not in the mood to be played with and Walter knew it.
Walter ran from the room, relieved to be away from her.
Meanwhile, Integra went to her room, and waited patiently for her gown to arrive. When it did she found one upside to the dress: it was black. However, even though it was lovely, there was still the matter of the corset that had to be dealt with. She picked it up with her thumb and index finger, and looked at it as though it were a giant slug, and oozing slime, which made her think of it as something disgusting all the more.