OH CRAP! I forgot the disclaimer! Aaah! I'm a failure…

Ahem.

Disclaimer: Hellsing is not mine, it is Kohta Hirano's, and so are all of the characters in this fic, which, by the way, is not making any money for me, or any ridiculous thing like that.

There.

Warning: this is where I think it gets really out of character. Uh oh. But that's, um, my creative license? Oh, and let's not forget over dramatic dialogue and some other crap that will make me cry later (at how bad it is). Siiiiiiiiigh.

(eons later: I did some major edits. This chapter was killing me).

Chapter 3:

Integra made a strangled noise in her throat and shoved Alucard from her. He moved backwards awkwardly, a look of shock and hurt flashing briefly across his face, before regaining his balance and staring at her with an unreadable look on his face.

"What do you think you are doing!" she asked him softly, standing up abruptly from her chair and quivering with barely contained fury.

"I don't know," Alucard replied, looking at her questioningly. When she glared at him with narrowed eyes he merely matched her glare with a mild look on his face. He watched without batting an eye as she got out a handgun at a speed that would have been considered too swift for a human, and aimed it at him.

"Are you planning on using that, Integra?" He asked her gently, but with warning behind his tone.

Integra caught the warning in his tone and slowly lowered her arm. "No," she said, letting her eyes drop from his questioning gaze, "I'm just…tired," she murmured.

"Then you should go to bed," Alucard pointed out, assuming a superior tone that gave no hint of what had transpired between them just moments before.

Integra jerked her head back up at his tone and frowned at him. "I think I will, thanks," she said stiffly, turning to go. Alucard did not have to wait long for the short, sharp admonishment that would follow the predictable pause in her movement.

"Alucard," Integra said, pausing right on cue, "This will not happen again."

Alucard cocked his head to one side and smiled. "Never again," he assured her, watching her with a thoughtful expression on her face as she walked away.

Leaving the library, Integra walked slowly back up to her rooms and collapsed on her bed after putting away her gun. Her insomnia was now replaced by a smothering weariness that overtook her as soon as she closed her eyes.

When she had been asleep for some time, a clump of shadows formed at the foot of her bed, forming Alucard. He moved closer to her bed and stared down at he sleeping form. "We are both wearing masks," he murmured thoughtfully at her. "If you took yours off, Integra, who would you be?"

Integra turned, with a small sigh, to sleep on her side, breaking the silence that had formed. Alucard tensed at her movement, afraid she would wake, but relaxed when she slept on. Leaning down, he kissed her softly on the mouth, and in sleep, she returned the kiss. His hand lightly stroked her hair, brushing it away from her face and smoothing it down. The growing desire in his mind to move to her neck and sink his fangs in and drink her blood made him break the kiss and stand away from her. The Hellsing seal on him was throbbing; acting on his thought of drinking her blood. "Someday, Integra, you will be mine, as I am yours now," he whispered, before disappearing to his underground rooms.

Aaah!

Just let you know, I have no idea where this story is going. I think in the dawn of time I was planning on making it long and the romance a gradual build up, because that's how I think they would realistically have a relationship, but now I'm not so sure.

Well. Until the next chapter then.