Integra neatly folded the letter and put it back in its envelope. Her husband came out of the shower.
"Are you ready darling?" he asked.
"No, I have some unfinished business first" she sighed. Integra got up from her bed and threw on her plum colored robe. It was just past midnight, so she wasn't sure if Alucard was still up. She poked his door open "Alucard?" she asked. "Yes, my Master." He replied. "What was the meaning of this letter?" she demanded. "It explains itself" he replied smoothly. "No what was your intention?" she demanded livid. "Wouldn't you like to know" he said. "Damn it tell me! That is an order," she screamed. "I told you because I know you've had past life dreams, I thought it would spark something. Besides Seras has already found the picture and demanded to know what it was about. "Really" Integra mused. "That was all I wanted, I have told you everything," he said in an almost melancholy voice. "Show me the binding spell," she demanded. Alucard let his white dress shirt fall to the floor; he turned around and showed her the vanishing spell on his back. "Now let me se what you have on under your robe" Alucard cogitated, expecting a disagreement. 'You already know'. Surprisingly she opened her robe and showed him the diaphanous midnight black negligee she had on. "My have you grown from the first time I saw you." He muttered "you are no longer physically that little girl that came running into my chambers. You still are though, to me you always will be, that and my lethal, mortal white rose." He whispered placing his gloved hand into her soft platinum blonde hair. He heard her cock her berretta "Don't you ever touch me again, you monster," she snarled. She spun on her heel and left. She could careless how that monster thought. She truly was the master of the monster. He was such a liar and a manipulator. She could never trust him. He pulled out his camera "master" He called halfway down the hall. She spun around and he snapped her picture, now he had something to remember her by. Integra just kept on walking. She walked back up to her room where her husband was waiting. "I apologize for my brazenness before" she sighed. He smiled back at her and opened his arms. She fell into them fatigued. He gently kissed the top of her forehead. "Don't worry about it," he muttered as he began to undress her. She sighed, unable to shake Alucard's letter from her mind. He began to kiss her neck; she moaned softly, she was blissfully unaware of the lustrous eyes watching her for a shadowy corner of the room.
8/16/04
Lady Isis of the Night
