Tired eyes stared downward over the seemingly endless wave of papers that had been splayed out across the heavy polished oak desk. The two orbs scanned through the papers, finding new reports, experiments, declarations, all of the above. A light sigh escaped out in to the air, a hand moving to pile all of the papers in a neat stack to the side. The room, once completely illuminated by a set of candles, was at a low dim, having only one of the six candles had survived the night. She turned from the desk, her body pressed heavily back against the plush leather chair. By the amount of weariness she held within her, she could assume it was morning, and was rewarded with an obscenely bright sun as she parted the drapes to reveal the outside world.

"Bloody hell." She muttered, seeking out one of her slim flavored cigars, pressing it between her lips.

Her eyes again scanning the desk, this time, for her lighter. She felt a singe of pain from behind her eyes as she realized it wasn't where she had put it.

"They are bad for your health, master."

Her body tightened lightly at the sound of the deep voice, not from surprise, but a sudden up rise in her anger.

"Do not toy with me. I am getting tired of your games, Alucard."

She again turned to the shadowed corner, knowing he was there, even if she couldn't see him.

His tall frame slowly pulled from the darkness, his wide grin planted firmly on his lips, his teeth gleaming. "I am merely looking over your well being."

"I do not need it." She shot back. "What I do need, is my lighter." The cigar began to quiver in her lips grasp.

"As you wish, then." His gloved hand dug down in to the pocket at the side of his trench coat, pulling out the large brass lighter, the Hellsing crest etched in to the side.

She watched him, holding her own hand out for it. "For once the servant listens."

He placed the lighter in her hand, turning on his heel to face back towards the corner he had appeared from, his long arms coming behind him, hands locking behind his lower back.

She watched him, shaking her head, a thin finger moving over the striker, only to receive a couple sparks in return. Blue eyes narrowed as she looked at the lighter, again, pressing against the striker, and again, nothing but a light orange stray spark.

"Alucard." now her voice trembled lightly, her headache increasing by the minute.

"Yes, Master?" with his back to her, his widening smirk would be safely hidden.

"Get out."

He laughed, his body silently sliding back within the wall, the lighter following suit quickly behind him, unfortunately, it merely hit the wall instead of following the target.

Integral slumped back down to her chair, taking the unlit cigar from her lips and tossing it on to the desk, her head pounding as her rubbed her temples, trying to subdue the pain. She could still hear his mocking laugh ring out in echoes in her brain.

"bloody vampire." she sank farther down, her eyes closing, her tired state taking its toll, her rough breathes becoming calm once more as she slipped in to a deep slumber at her desk.

Alucard walked the halls of the mansion, his circular glasses gleaming brightly as he passed each hall light. The smirk still present on his face, he idly moved a finger to run along the wooden panels beneath the silken wallpaper. This was a daily thing as well, master would be up all night, and in the morning would only need one more small push for her to fall over the cliff of exhaustion. It was the least he could do for her, after all. The thick soles of his boots made a soft thud against the carpet, the only sound present at the moment. He stopped at the staircase, turning to walk down the steps, his vampiric ears catching the faint sound of gunfire.

"Soldiers must be up for training." He spoke quietly, considering is he would go and scare some of the rookies, but ultimately decided against it. He didn't was to put his Master in cardiac arrest, after all.

"You are up early, Sir Alucard."

Alucard made a short chuckle, his eyes turning to see the aged Walter, his hands in front of him, one holding a cloth, the other his monocle.

"Yes, I checked up on Master."

A sigh came from Walter, knowing all to well what that meant.

"I shall prepare her some hot tea in a bit, then." His monocle was put back over his eye. "Is there anything you want, Alucard?"

"No, I'm going to retire back to my room shortly, don't care for the hours of the day."

Walter gave a nod before turning to walk across the large entrance room of the mansion to go within the equally large kitchen.

Alucard watched Walter as he left, before continuing back down towards his room, his pace slowing slightly, his eyes widening as he stared blankly at the wall in front of him. He felt something, something impending against him. His body tensed, as his eyes darted about his surroundings, it wasn't another creature as far as he could tell. This worried him. Another fit of the sensation ran through him. His eyes narrowing, a hand coming to his forehead. After a few moment, the waves diminished, letting him sway lightly, his shoulder pressing to the wall.

"This is new." He huffed, standing straight, giving a quick glance around him, making sure no one had seen him go under like that.

"I need to find the source of that." He mumbled to himself as he walked downward through the door and down the long stairway that ended at the basement, where he gladly took his place within his large coffin-like bed, his hand catching the rim of his glasses, removing them, letting them drop to the small table which stood beside the bed. He didn't bother with his trench coat, leaving it around him, his mind fuzzy in heavy thought. His hand gripped the small remote, pressing one of the two buttons placed on it, the large lid slowly coming downwards over him. His eyes glared blankly upward as the lid came to close the coffin shut.

"This will be fun" A sudden flare of redness filled the black interior of the newly made coffin, the blaze lowering and soon disappearing as his eyes were shut.