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Of Hellsing Blood

Chapter Four: Wine

The night was cold, and its cool air made her shiver. Integra crossed her arms tighter, two fingers twined around a lighted cigar. The view from the Kingsley Mansion was not as beautiful as that of Hellsing's. It was far from London, way out in the country. Most of what she saw was blackness, and the only sounds the sweet serenade of crickets. Behind her the room was aglow with light, the shaded lamps and roaring fire lending it a warm orange hue. Her shadow fell before her at her feet, and mimicked her movements even as she took another drag at her cigar.

They had arrived here only in the evening, and the rest of the time she had spent unpacking. She would spend a week in his home for their supposed honeymoon. Integra only hoped it would just be over and done with… She could not believe what she had gotten into. Integra felt like nothing more than a breed mule.

Unlike her father, who had found his true love and married her, she had no such chemistry with Sir Kingsley. Theirs was more a business transaction than a marriage vow. She began to curse herself for not taking the effort to socialize more, but stopped immediately. In the circle she belonged to, she knew for a fact that none of the males interested her. They were all so pampered and immature. None of them could provide the intellectual challenge and resolve she greatly valued. Either that or she didn't have a heart to love, she thought and began to chuckle. She was no better than Alucard…

Her thoughts of the vampire were interrupted when there was a knock at the door. Sir Kingsley entered, holding a bottle of wine in one hand and two glasses in the other. He was dressed in a dressing gown similar to her own. He set the items down, and then began to uncork the bottle. Integra extinguished her cigar before entering the room. She walked towards him and inspected the label.

"You have good taste, Kingsley."

"Thank you. Is your room satisfactory?"

"Yes. It looks quite comfortable."

They fell silent as he poured out the wine. Integra sat down on the edge of the four-poster bed, swirling it as she inspected its rich red colour. Her thoughts returned to that of Alucard, and she found herself wondering what he was doing now. She started a little when Sir Kingsley sat down next to her.

"Kingsley, I… I'm feeling a little tired tonight…"

Sir Kingsley nodded.

"I understand. It's been a rather long drive, and you've been up since early in the morning. But at least stay with me for this drink. We both have to unwind a little."

She nodded, raising her glass to her lips. The wine slid over her tongue and down her throat like silk, leaving in its wake a trail of pleasant flavours. It made her feel slightly warm, and she continued on to drain the glass dry. All the time that they were drinking, Sir Kingsley told her about growing up in Australia. He went on to lovingly describe the various vineyards he visited. Integra listened attentively at first, allowing him to take over the conversation. She wasn't much of a talker to begin with. After a while, she found her eyelids getting heavy.

"I'm feeling tired, Kingsley. I think I'll just go to bed now," she spoke as his concerned eyes fell on her. Her head was getting heavier by the second, and it startled her. This was happening too fast, surely it wasn't normal. She reached out a hand on the bed as the room began to swirl around her. This was very strange, it was as if…

Her eyes widened for a moment as realization dawned on her.

"You bastard!" she yelled as the wine glass smashed on the floor. She tried to get up, but failed. All her energy seemed to drain away with her awareness. The corners of her vision began to darken. Sir Kingsley's face swam into view.

He smiled at her as she struggled to keep awake. The corner of his mouth revealing what he had managed to hide all this while. In front of Integra's eyes, his canines began to lengthen and sharpen into fangs. His brown eyes darkened gradually to red as the bloodlust kicked in.

The last thing Integra saw were those red eyes, even as she tried to mentally call out for Alucard. However, before she got a reply, darkness smothered her mind.

Sir Kingsley looked down at the unconscious Hellsing leader, more than happy with his results. The Millenium Group would be pleased, he was certain. Slaying Integra would be more than enough payment for the new chip he requested to be implanted in his body. The FREAK vampire had never felt so invincible and powerful. With the use of the chip, he could live forever. He would avoid completely the painful death that he watched his father go through as cancer sucked his life away.

He moved towards her and bared his fangs. This was the moment he had long dreamed of, to taste her blood. It would be delicious and coppery in his mouth, and he already felt its potency even as his head was poised near her neck. These new vampire senses sent a thrill down his spine. They made the sensual pleasures of feeding all the more exciting.

He lowered his head, and his fangs pressed its tips into her neck He was about to bite into her flesh, when something cold and hard was pressed up against the back of his head.

"I wouldn't do that, if I were you," a velvety voice rang out from somewhere behind him