Chapter 3 (Integra Takes Initiative) By IWH_master
Disclaimer: Again I don't own the characters (or ditto).
Alucard was now very much interested. It had been about an hour, and they needed to leave soon, or they wouldn't be on time. It was already dark out. Plus to add to his curiosity, he had not been allowed to even peek into Integra's room because she needed to feel as comfortable as possible, or fixing her up would have flown out the window.
He hadn't even heard so much as peep out of the room, which actually was why he was so interested. I wonder what she'll look like... he thought to himself.
Inside the room there were different moods shifting.
"Are you sure that I look alright?" Integra kept asking Walter.
"Sir... I will let your 'date' tell you how you look. I am merely the artist," Walter said, practically beaming with his job.
I'm not sure of this, she thought. This is all too odd. I wonder what Alucard will think. Dear... I'm not that sure if I can do this... this is so... not me. I can't. I don't think I can, but I can't let him think that I'm a weak master. I must stand straight and tall. Oh well... here goes nothing.
Outside, Alucard had heard every single thought that had just run through her head. He was now so consumed with curiosity that it almost overwhelmed him.
All of a sudden the door slowly creaked open.
He couldn't think of the words to say a compliment. All he saw were curls that shown brighter than the sun. They reminded him of the moon, at its brightest. Her blue eyes blazing from black lined lids. Lips that were the softest pink reminded him of when he first laid eyes on her. Her cheeks were made to rival any rose petal, in color and sleek smoothness of them. Her pale silk chest shown just above the neckline, which for her was considered low cut. Her pearl white teeth, shown bright from her new face. He also noticed how beautiful and long her neck was, and in a way he now longed for it all the more.
She looked past stunning in black, the dress sloping into the floor. It was more or less sleeveless; however, she was wearing very long black gloves that nearly went to her shoulder. He had also noticed that black pearls were lying against her radiant skin around the base of her neck, and black pearl earrings were dangling within the depths of her hair. Also her glasses were gone, and had been replaced by contacts.
When she first exited her room, his jaw had dropped, and his eyes had become the size of dinner plates. Walter had noticed this, and knew that he had fulfilled his duty, as far as fixing her up went, that night.
Then, Alucard broke the silence.
"You look beyond radiant tonight, Master," he said, bowing low, taking her, and gently kissing her on the top of her glove covered hand.
"I thank you deeply, Alucard, but I must ask of you a favor," she said, quite thrilled that he found her so enrapturing. "Please don't call me Master for the night. Tomorrow morning you may call me that again, but tonight you mustn't. I'll tell you why." She looked straight into his face. "Most people would find it hard to believe that vampires exist, and if anyone were to find that I own one, then who knows how much publicity the organization would receive. We cannot risk that, Alucard. It wouldn't be worth the trouble. You need to try as hard as you can to conceal what you are. Do you understand?"
He couldn't help, but totally listen. Her blue eyes were entrancing. He listened even closer to her when she told him this, and he would do anything to keep seeing this new Integra. She was beautiful, majestic, and her usual commanding self all at the same time. He absolutely loved it.
"I'll hide what I am as best as I can, Mas... Integra," he replied, looking at her without wanting to break the eye contact between her and himself. He was sincere this time, and would try desperately not to flub up tonight.
Somehow she could see it in his eyes. She knew that she could trust him. She just knew it. Just from the way he was looking at her. She had to admit, it was a bit odd with him looking at her like that, but he knew that he had a reason for it, and she wouldn't make him stop feeling that way. Not tonight, when she deeply needed him.
"All right," said a voice that had caught them off guard. They had almost forgot that Walter was still there. "Your carriage awaits for your arrival in the front, Sir Alucard and Miss Hellsing. You won't want to be late."
They quickly collected their thoughts again, and started walking down the corridor, when Alucard stopped.
"I almost forgot," he said, gently offering his arm.
"Well... isn't that rather odd; I almost forgot as well," she replied softly, gingerly taking his arm.
With that they walked to the front door, were dressed with outdoor covering, such as a trench coat, top hat, and cane for Alucard, and a long cape, with a hood, for Integra, which covered her entire dress to the floor.
They stepped out onto the front stoop of the manor, and were led to a carriage drawn by two black horses, their bodies shimmering with silver outlines from the moon high in the dusty violet sky.
Integra, before getting into the carriage, stopped and looked at it, and quietly told Alucard, "It's very beautiful tonight." He looked up briefly, and looking back at her beautiful countenance nodded smiling.
Then the footman helped her into the carriage, and Alucard soon followed. Then once the door was shut, and the footman was back in place, the carriage took off.
Alucard was now very much interested. It had been about an hour, and they needed to leave soon, or they wouldn't be on time. It was already dark out. Plus to add to his curiosity, he had not been allowed to even peek into Integra's room because she needed to feel as comfortable as possible, or fixing her up would have flown out the window.
He hadn't even heard so much as peep out of the room, which actually was why he was so interested. I wonder what she'll look like... he thought to himself.
Inside the room there were different moods shifting.
"Are you sure that I look alright?" Integra kept asking Walter.
"Sir... I will let your 'date' tell you how you look. I am merely the artist," Walter said, practically beaming with his job.
I'm not sure of this, she thought. This is all too odd. I wonder what Alucard will think. Dear... I'm not that sure if I can do this... this is so... not me. I can't. I don't think I can, but I can't let him think that I'm a weak master. I must stand straight and tall. Oh well... here goes nothing.
Outside, Alucard had heard every single thought that had just run through her head. He was now so consumed with curiosity that it almost overwhelmed him.
All of a sudden the door slowly creaked open.
He couldn't think of the words to say a compliment. All he saw were curls that shown brighter than the sun. They reminded him of the moon, at its brightest. Her blue eyes blazing from black lined lids. Lips that were the softest pink reminded him of when he first laid eyes on her. Her cheeks were made to rival any rose petal, in color and sleek smoothness of them. Her pale silk chest shown just above the neckline, which for her was considered low cut. Her pearl white teeth, shown bright from her new face. He also noticed how beautiful and long her neck was, and in a way he now longed for it all the more.
She looked past stunning in black, the dress sloping into the floor. It was more or less sleeveless; however, she was wearing very long black gloves that nearly went to her shoulder. He had also noticed that black pearls were lying against her radiant skin around the base of her neck, and black pearl earrings were dangling within the depths of her hair. Also her glasses were gone, and had been replaced by contacts.
When she first exited her room, his jaw had dropped, and his eyes had become the size of dinner plates. Walter had noticed this, and knew that he had fulfilled his duty, as far as fixing her up went, that night.
Then, Alucard broke the silence.
"You look beyond radiant tonight, Master," he said, bowing low, taking her, and gently kissing her on the top of her glove covered hand.
"I thank you deeply, Alucard, but I must ask of you a favor," she said, quite thrilled that he found her so enrapturing. "Please don't call me Master for the night. Tomorrow morning you may call me that again, but tonight you mustn't. I'll tell you why." She looked straight into his face. "Most people would find it hard to believe that vampires exist, and if anyone were to find that I own one, then who knows how much publicity the organization would receive. We cannot risk that, Alucard. It wouldn't be worth the trouble. You need to try as hard as you can to conceal what you are. Do you understand?"
He couldn't help, but totally listen. Her blue eyes were entrancing. He listened even closer to her when she told him this, and he would do anything to keep seeing this new Integra. She was beautiful, majestic, and her usual commanding self all at the same time. He absolutely loved it.
"I'll hide what I am as best as I can, Mas... Integra," he replied, looking at her without wanting to break the eye contact between her and himself. He was sincere this time, and would try desperately not to flub up tonight.
Somehow she could see it in his eyes. She knew that she could trust him. She just knew it. Just from the way he was looking at her. She had to admit, it was a bit odd with him looking at her like that, but he knew that he had a reason for it, and she wouldn't make him stop feeling that way. Not tonight, when she deeply needed him.
"All right," said a voice that had caught them off guard. They had almost forgot that Walter was still there. "Your carriage awaits for your arrival in the front, Sir Alucard and Miss Hellsing. You won't want to be late."
They quickly collected their thoughts again, and started walking down the corridor, when Alucard stopped.
"I almost forgot," he said, gently offering his arm.
"Well... isn't that rather odd; I almost forgot as well," she replied softly, gingerly taking his arm.
With that they walked to the front door, were dressed with outdoor covering, such as a trench coat, top hat, and cane for Alucard, and a long cape, with a hood, for Integra, which covered her entire dress to the floor.
They stepped out onto the front stoop of the manor, and were led to a carriage drawn by two black horses, their bodies shimmering with silver outlines from the moon high in the dusty violet sky.
Integra, before getting into the carriage, stopped and looked at it, and quietly told Alucard, "It's very beautiful tonight." He looked up briefly, and looking back at her beautiful countenance nodded smiling.
Then the footman helped her into the carriage, and Alucard soon followed. Then once the door was shut, and the footman was back in place, the carriage took off.