A/N: Okay...to tell the truth this chapter isn't that great...it's more of a filler...I know I know I wanna kill me too...but without me the story can't go on right...yep glad you agree. Anyways don't worry I just thought I shouldn't keep the reviewers waiting so I'll give ya the good stuff later but for now I just thought I'd give ya something to read...it's not horrible but this chapter doesn't start any plots. I need to think of a plot first so yes...

Disclaimer: WHY! No, in the name of Dante I OWN NO HELLSING!

Chapter 3: Emotive

Their conversation had ceased so she was taken by sleep. She had been so tired of arguing and laughing idiotically and dealing with a person whom would never give in. And she was dreaming the same dream every night for the past 10 past years. She never hadn't any other...but never became bored of it.

She despised it.

Yet it wasn't a dream at all because that first encounter with Alucard was real. It happened...oh yes...it did. She saw his eyes and felt no breath from him that fateful day.

(Why is plaguing me?)

Her hand twitched slightly before she decided to push it down against the mattress in order to levy herself up.

"Alucard..." She whispered, barely audibly.

(I shouldn't be thinking of that cretin, he is my servant.)

Servant. What a simple word. Plainly defined as a living being that carries out orders.

Ha.

Living being? He is surely not living. Ignorant humans and their provoking minds. Ignorant masses. Simply ignorance.

She sighed deeply. "I am ignorant...yes...I am the one."

She lazily looked towards the window whose sun was burning into her.

"Damn, the morning."

"Do you hate its essence also?"

Alucard.

Her eyes shot to the direction from where the voice echoed.

"How lovely of you to be here." She explained dully.

"Yes!" He exclaimed loudly. "A MOMENTOUS OCCASION!"

Laughing could be heard throughout the corridors' halls.

Alucard's laughter was always recognizable.

Integra rolled her eyes as she reached for her glasses on the night stand next to her bed. She pushed the gold rims against her nose and looked up as if there was nothing to be concerned of.

"And why have you invited yourself into my sleeping quarters?"

Alucard grinned uncaringly, or at least thought.

"I have been here all along."

Integra stared.

"Why...of course." She replied standing slowly.

"Yes."

Integra cut off the eye connection by attending to the ruffled bed sheets.

"And why do you say "all along" Alucard?"

Lightly tanned flesh smoothed satin.

"I watched you sleep." He answered simply as if it was the most obvious comment.

(Has he truly?)

"Really, now?"

He knew she was uneasy, the tension fogging the room told all.

"Oh, yes, I have."

(How can it be that simple?)

"And why?"

She took her leave from her bed as soon as she was satisfied with de-wrinkling the sheets.

"Because you are my master, Sir Hellsing."

(I know that you fool!)

Integra looked up in frustration.

"Alucard, please leave my sleeping domain." She stated as she walked to the overly large armoire in the middle of the bedroom.

A lifeless hand swayed nimbly as a body emitted a bow.

A smirk passed the vampires lips. "Yes, Sir Integra."