Ich Will

Chapter: 2

A/N: Thanks go out to my reviewers, darkangel-allways, random girl, and Death's Integrity! At least some of you like my story!

For the disclaimer, please read chapter one.

There was a blinding flash, Alucard's small groan, and a scream who he strongly suspected to be his Uncle's. A clank and the gun that had fired at him was now lying next to the Hellsing orphan. He winced at the noise from his overly sensitive ears, but somehow, he had managed to keep his eyes open.

And what he saw…fascinated him.

The corpse, or what it was minutes ago, was replaced with a woman with long black hair ending till the ends touched the ground, the worn out bindings barely clothed her, but she was beautiful to his judgment.

He had a sudden urge to wash away all of that distasteful dust that clung to her pale skin, masking away her true beauty.

Her hand, oh how he wished to hold it to caress it, was clamped together with its fingers. It gave him the impression that she was the king of snakes, ready to strike down on the rat that it had hungered for. He admired everything about her, even the way she had made Richard easily cower down to the ground, spitting out gibberish.

"H-Hellsing…mine…vampire…th-the orphan…Lionel…" was all he heard from his shocked Uncle.

It seemed that even the air had frozen when his dark angel opened her pale, chapped lips to speak among them, "Shut up, you refugee fool!"

Then she had dived forward, Richard was on his feet once more, but his left arm had been bisected into two parts upon the dusty floor. His blood spewed down from the wound and Richard's babbles was traded off with sobs of horror and pain.

Alucard lay completely still, observing how the vampire didn't lap up the blood with her tongue, even how she didn't even dirty her worn boots with the crimson liquid.

Again she spoke, sending icy chills running down his spine, "You are a dense fool, Richard. You always were to my eyes. And I shall be the Death, whom will deliver your rotting flesh to the deepest pits of hell!"

But she did not move, not toward Richard anyways. She turned around sluggishly, despite her graceful strides earlier.

Her long black hair covered her back completely, hiding it away; some of it even measured down to stroke his own black hair. Slowly bending to her knee and resting upon the other, she laid her hands down to the ground as if she were praying with her head bowed down.

"Your orders, my Master," it was crisp, not the smooth texture when she insulted his traitorous Uncle.

Master, she had called him Master. Was that his name to her? Was he just a mere Master to her, unlike her being more than a slave to him? His ponders stopped once he had realized she had spoken to him with her head still bowed. Did she think she was not worthy to look upon his blue orbs, did she wonder if she would frighten him if he saw her crimson ones?

His hand moved up to touch her face, sliding the index finger in a small circle on her pale skin. As it slid down, he noticed his finger had wiped dust off of her face. That finger touched her chin, expecting him to forcefully pull it up, but she had abided with his finger's thoughts and lifted it with ease.

Yes, she was a vampire. One fang was tucked away under her lip while the other seemed to show when she grinned slightly. Her strikingly red eyes had embraced his blue ones, making it seem impossible to look away.

"I am your Master," he said strongly, without the pain hanging down upon the edges. It seemed that the blistering pain he had received from his sever wound had numbed.

She acknowledged with a brief nod.

"What's your name?" he asked the question that had struck him odd since he first saw her.

"Slave, Pet, Servant, any one of those, will suit me fine," she said with absolutely no emotion at all.

He laughed slightly and sat up, meeting with her level of sight, "I can't call you that."

Her eyes seemed to glaze over and the spell upon his eyes was gone, "Why not? Do they not come to your liking Master?" Richard had slowly crawled forward, inches away from his gun.

Alucard had noticed Richard and gasped, "Hey! Look out!"

His vampire did not seem to notice nor care about his Uncle when he fumbled for the gun and aimed it directly at her. She still had not taken her eyes off of his own.

"HELLSING IS MINE, YOU WRETCH!" Richard screamed and fired.

The bullet hit her squarely in the back, a small bump appeared through her leather bindings, and the bullet broke through, hitting the wall inches away from Alucard's body.

Her glazed eyes looked frightful with a horrible rage and she was upon her feet with a look that could kill Richard without trying. "Your orders, Sir Hellsing!" A feral snarl touched her lips revealing her hidden fangs.

That look touched upon Alucard and he felt a small anxiety run through him but nothing more. This woman who had captured his heart was a vampire. That it was what his father had dedicated his life to ridding the earth of. "The traitor must die." He mumbled, moving his eyes away from her to see the dread and panic come upon his Uncle.

"As you command."

A low growl filled the room and his new slave was crouched next to his relative, "Such useless weapons, guns are unless you have the proper type, proper ammo, and the proper control. But I believe with this you'll never kill one such as myself." She yanked the gun away with ease and a look of hunger crossed her features. As if this hunger was aching to come out, to kill…

Would he lose this beautiful creature someday to this hunger?

Her hand flew out and it stopped suddenly, inches away from his chest. That hunger was replaced with confusion and she turned around to face Alucard, backing away to the wall.

Richard stuttered something that symbolized confusion and looked to Alucard then to the vampire, then back to Alucard. "What's…What's going on?"

She had sensed his strong will for her to proceed no further, "Sir Hellsing wishes for him to have your death be done by his own hands. I personally think that he should not even waste another struggled breath upon garbage such as yourself."

The gun she had torn out of Richard's hands sank to the ground without a noise. He got to his feet and bent down to grab it, checking to see one bullet left.

The vampire woman watched with interest, taking no notice of Richard. The adrenaline pumping through him made it possible for him to raise and level the gun to Richard's heart without hesitation.

A shot rang out throughout the dungeons, and Richard was left slumped against the wall in a bloody mess.

Alucard dropped the gun with distaste before turning around to see the cell's other occupant give him a feral grin.

"I'll ask you again, what is your name?" He said steadily.

"I have only two names that mean the utmost importance to me. But only one shall I revile to you on this perfect night." Her eyes were sparkling with delight, "I am Nosferatu Integra, the only No Life King that earth has not yet rid itself of my heavy burden."

He nodded.

"You're orders now, Master?"

He thought before voicing his words, "You are to call me Alucard, Sir Hellsing, or Master. Nothing more, nothing less. But don't make a habit out of calling me Master or I'll get annoyed." He too slumped down to the ground, quivering with anticipation.

"You are wounded…Alucard…I shall tend to your wounds before settling to reclaim Hellsing under your control," her once icy, crisp voice had warmed up to a haste one.

He nodded once more before falling forward to only be caught by Integra's cold hands. Was this a dream come true or only a nightmare ready to become worse?

Integra stroked his black hair as he closed his eyes to fall into a deep sleep. Her cold, black heart had warmed up to her very enemy. Only one thought crossed her mind at that moment.

'This boy does not fear me.'

To Be Continued…