(A/N) This was originally going to be a one-shot, but I got such wonderful reviews that I decided to keep it going. Hope you enjoy! : )
Integra Hellsing had just finished taking her afternoon tea, when she felt the presence of another with her. Without looking up from her paper, she waved her hand towards a corner of the room.
"Leave me be, Alucard. I am resting."
It had been only a few days since the incident that had placed her under doctor's care, and though she knew full well that her abilities were mostly back up to par, it did not test her conscience to use the excuse to gain a little peace from the creature that stalked the Hellsing halls.
There was silence as her answer, but if he thought that alone could fool her, then he was sorely mistaken.
"I said LEAVE, Alucard. That is an order."
Only then did she feel his presence depart, and once more was able to feel the calm settle in upon her. It was no secret to either of them that his presence caused a great irritation to her. No matter who he served, it did not change who he was or what he was.
"Confound the man," she muttered. "Even when away, he is an irritation."
Her head jerked up at the sound of distant laughter, and she felt her blood begin to boil.
"Alucard, I'd like a word with you." She threw down her paper when he didn't appear. "Now, Alucard!"
A portion of the wall containing her father's portrait shimmered and the vampire appeared, clad in his usual crimson ensemble.
"Suddenly, you now wish me present...is there something wrong, my master?" The mocking tone of his voice infuriated her as ever, and she rose from her chair in a way that conveyed her regal manner.
"How is it that you dare to take that tone with me, Alucard? For one who considers himself to be such a glorious being, you have a most unusual way of showing any sort of manners or grace to the one you call master."
The vampire swept off his hat and made a low bow. Smiling up at her through a thick tuft of black hair, he shrugged.
"There was never anything in my contract that said I had to treat my master with respect. I do your bidding, I am bound by that and nothing more."
The corner of Integra's firm mouth twitched upward.
"My bidding, Alucard...is that you treat me with respect. Show me those manners that are supposedly a point of pride for your kind."
His smirk faded, and he curled his lip in distaste.
"That is much less fun, my master."
She sank back down into her chair, and, after removing her spectacles, waved her hand at him once again.
"You may go."
"In a moment."
Integra replaced her newly cleaned glasses and stared at him.
"Is this yet another refusal to submit to my will?"
His smirk was back, and he laughed before raising a hand in an effort to stay the inevitable onslaught of chastisement.
"Could you say, dear master, that your wish is my every command?"
Integra made a disgusted noise in her throat and shook her head. His thoughts made no sense to her, and she did not care to ever understand them.
"Where did you pick that up, hmm?" she replied. "Do you find the common phrase amusing, and now wish to bother me with it as a game? Fine, Alucard. Yes. My wish is your every command."
His laughter erupted so suddenly that even Integra felt a bit ruffled, and wondered if she had said something that would put herself or the organization in jeopardy.
"What do you find so funny, Alucard?" She spit his name out like the filth that it was, and knew that he was aware of her quickly building rage.
"Dear master, tell me that it is not your wish to drink of me? Tell me that it is not your wish that I taste of you once again? Your words will lie, but I am no fool."
Integra felt her skin grow cold as she realized the trap he had lured her into.
"You are, Alucard. If you think that I will EVER submit to you--"
She gave a small grunt as he was suddenly behind her, pulling her to him.
"Release me at once, you foul and LOATHSOME creature!"
The vampire pulled her closer still, until she could feel his cool breath on her cheek.
Integra gritted her teeth and fought against him silently.
"This...isn't...happening!"
With a gasp, she jerked her head up from the desk, her daily paper sticking stubbornly to one cheek. She ripped it off and sent it flying across the room in a rage. So...he was in her dreams now, was he? Her eyes, wide only moments before, now narrowed to slits.
"I know you're watching this, and I know that you find it most amusing. May I remind you that this amusement is at my expense and will not be tolerated?!"
Integra knew he was listening, but he was not revealing himself to her. Impatiently, she stood and grabbed her cane. She was not going to sit and wait for him.
"As leader of this organization, and last heir of the Hellsing family, I will not be toyed with by my own PET!"
She hoped that he would be angry when she finally reached his dungeon. She was baiting him the whole trip down. Her cane accentuated every other word as she dug up all of the things she knew would get to him most. Truth be told, Integra felt she had been violated. He had been in her dreams, and she was going to see to it that such a thing never happened again!
"You are a pathetic excuse for a vampire, Alucard. You are no different from the freaks we've been fighting, and I do not care if you live or die." The last bit surprised her, and she pondered where she had ever gotten the thought that such a comment would hurt his pride. But it was no matter. She had reached the dungeons.
Swinging open the door, she made her way down the dark stone halls. The steady clack clack clack of her cane echoed into the darkness and was swallowed up. After a time, she at last was able to make out a crimson form at the end of the hall. He was sitting in that chair, as usual. His hands were folded neatly in his lap, and a table with a single glass of red fluid rested beside him. She did not fail to notice, however, that his usual ridiculous hat and glasses were missing.
"Explain yourself, Alucard." Her voice was flat and carried only the dullest hints of anger.
"Do you feel you have succeeded in angering me with your words? Are those the only weapons that mighty Sir Hellsing has brought to fight with? I find that absolutely...pathetic."
He was testing her, it was never any different. Life with Alucard was nothing but tests.
"Violating my dreams was the last straw, Alucard."
A long-fingered hand took up the delicate glass and swirled the liquid inside.
"What I want to know, dear master...is why you are so upset...?"
She threw down her cane and took another step towards him.
"I am your master. Do you really think that you can play these games and get away with it?!" Her eyes flashed with anger, and she gnashed her teeth together as she realized that he was finding her outbursts enjoyable.
"What a perfect way to spend my evening..." Alucard grinned at her in a way that felt more like a leer. "You are the only human who has ever made my blood boil quite like this..."
"SHUT UP!" Integra screamed. "I WILL TAKE YOUR DISRESPECT NO LONGER! I AM INTEGRA WINGATES HELLSING AND YOU ARE MINE TO CO--mmph!!"
To her horror, Alucard had risen from his seat, and was now embracing her, his lips silencing her fiery speech. She could not hope to push him off of her, and even as part of her recoiled in disgust at the thought of his inhuman flesh pressing against hers, she was resigned to admit that there was a part of her that welcomed it, however faintly.
After a moment, she at last found strength to push him from her, and gasping for breath, began anew.
"How dare you use your black magic to try and seduce me?! I have no idea where you think you have the power to--mmph!!" Again, he silenced her, and
again, she felt her strength leaving. Her skin burned with fire from rage and, she told herself, nothing more.
"STOP THIS MADNESS AT ONCE, ALUCARD!!!" She was at last able to scream, and as he moved towards her once again, she lashed out and tore his lip with her teeth.
Her stomach flip-flopped as she realized her actions had only succeeded in releasing a low moan from the creature that was holding her so tightly to him, and he sought her lips more passionately than even before.
Integra found herself shaking from effort. She was feeling things that she was unfamiliar with, and they felt forced upon her. Moreover, she felt powerless to stop him. With newfound strength from this thought, she began to scratch and kick and bite him whenever a chance was presented.
This proved quickly to be a mistake. Alucard, it seemed, was enjoying himself far too much. He wore a grin that she had never seen before, and there was a glint in his eye that was full of surprising heat.
At last, through amazing effort on her own part, a voice inside of her reminded her of who she was, and with a voice much more like her own, she gave a true command to stop. She had realized her folly, now. Alucard did not obey mere words. He obeyed only desires. For all she knew, he probably didn't even really hear the words. Only the meaning behind them was necessary to know what his command was.
As soon as she truly desired for it to end, he let go of her, and stepped back into the shadows. She half-expected to hear him laugh or make a sneering remark, but there was only silence. She began to search the darkness for her cane, only to see it standing on its own and upright, just beside her. Snatching it out of the air, she turned and walked away, leaving the shadows behind her.