A/N: Thanks to my reviewers! Here's chapter three!
For disclaimer, please read chapter one.
"Damn you, Alu-card!"
Followed by the scream of Sir Integra, a red clad vampire was pushed out of her office and over the railings to plummet through the ground and back into his basement laughing crazily as this all took place.
Integra huffed angrily, slammed the door to her office, and locked it tightly before returning to her work. She had been up all night long, yet she hadn't felt the full sting of tiredness nor the taste of her Jasmine Tea. Which meant she would be extremely cranky till she fell asleep or until Walter would bring her daily tea. Alucard, being the git that he was, had just got over the fact that Drake could order him around and tried to offer her blood again with a good morning (or to him, a good night) kiss.
Integra massaged her throbbing temples with her forefingers, mumbling just underneath her breath about the day being ruined by perverted, child-like vampires.
After the heavy thump of his body hitting the ground in the basement, Alucard levitated back up through the rooms that he had passed and decided on paying Integra's new ward a visit. 'He should get used to the fact that I'll be his alarm clock if he's to be my Master,' he thought with a grin managing to escape upon his lips.
After passing through three levels of the Hellsing manor, he came upon Integra's room, only to find that there was no occupant in the bed. "Damn, Integra must've woken him up earlier than I had expected," Alucard muttered, but after hearing a slam of a drawer, he whirled around to see the black haired boy staring at Integra's Beretta with wonder and curiosity.
"Boy, don't you know you shouldn't touch things that don't belong to you?" Alucard snapped, while attempting to pull the gun out of Drake's hands, but the boy had dove to the ground and leveled the weapon to the vampire's chest.
"Bang, bang!" Drake shouted before running past him and out of the room.
The vampire rolled his eyes and took off after him, "Come back here, Boy!"
Drake seemed to be experienced at running from vampires, because every time Alucard would pass through a wall, he would turn a corner or when Alucard floated up from underneath him to grab his feet, he would jump onto his head and land back onto the ground with a roll.
After fifteen minutes of this, Alucard was running out of energy and Drake had tried to open a door, but found it was locked.
"I…" gasps for breath and a clutch at his chest, "finally…" another huff of breath and a pant, "caught…" Alucard leaned over with his hands on his knees, "you…" He straightened up quickly, his black hair moved over onto the right side of his head and wore a triumphant smirk.
Though, Drake didn't seem to have heard him at all; he tried to open the door in front of him again, "Hey, Mr.? Why won't this door open?"
"Why won't this door open?" Alucard mimicked with a high pitched voice, "If a door is locked, that means someone obviously doesn't want you to be in it!"
Drake ignored him and pounded on the door, "Open up, door!"
"That doesn't work, trust me, I've tried it," Alucard said foully, placing his hands onto his hips and leaning against the door Drake was fruitlessly yelling at.
He gaped at Alucard, "Do you know what's in here?" Excitement flooded into Drake's bright eyes and a mischievous smile filled his face.
Alucard smirked, "Of course I know what's in here!"
"Can you tell me?" Drake asked.
"…Hmm, no," the smug vampire answered.
"Oh please, please, please! Please tell me, Mr. Alucard!" The boy gave him a pleading look.
"That won't work on me and where the hell did you get Mr. from?" Alucard demanded.
Drake's curiosity in the door was fading fast from the wonderful work of short attention spans, so he simply spun away from Alucard and started amusing himself by sliding down the stairs of the Hellsing manor.
Alucard's eye twitched before he roared, "I was talking to you!" At that exact moment, the door that Drake had found ended up being Integra's office door and knocked Alucard once more over the railings and into his basement.
Integra looked livid and started shouting different curse words that would best be unnamed.
Slowly, Integra's eyes sunk down to the black haired boy who just stood up and started running back up the stairs and then slid back down them again on his rump until he came upon the next railing that blocked him from going any further. And then he'd repeat the whole process all over again.
A shiny glint caught her eyes and she noticed the gun in Drake's hand. Panic flooded through her, "Ah! Drake! Gun! Danger! Alucard!"
Upon the last word, Alucard emerged through the ground and mockingly bowed to Integra, "Your orders, my Master?"
Her eyebrow twitched, "Search and Destroy!"
A look of blood lust overflowed from Alucard's crimson eyes.
"The gun! Search and Destroy the gun!" Integra slammed her foot down angrily on the ground and pointed at the gun still in Drake's careless hands.
"Do you not think I've tried to get the gun away from him?" There was a slight thud, and Integra and Alucard looked over at Drake to see him fall down on the first step of the stairs. The gun loosened in his grasp, but his finger recoiled as a reaction to breaking his fall. The gun went off and the bullet whizzed through the air. It was only inches away from Integra's face, when Alucard disappeared and reappeared; blocking it from harming his master.
Alucard, now decapitated, collapsed in a bloody mess on the just clean tiles of the checkered floor.
Integra paled, but turned her attention back onto her crying ward, "I didn't…I mean…it was…an accident…?" Drake stuttered while tears threatened to spill from his eyes.
The grown woman was confused and simply did nothing, not knowing what a true mother would do. He took her silence as anger and the tears started pouring down his face, dropping the Beretta on the ground.
"Eh," Integra started, "its okay, Drake." She coughed slightly, looking around to see if they were alone, "Really, he's fine!" she knelt down beside the wailing child and pointed to the flinching body of her decapitated pet vampire.
"He's dead! I killed him! I'm a murderer!" he said in one deep breath, gasping for another as he continued, "I'm going to jail! I won't see you or Mr. Alucard ever, ever, ever, ever, ever," another gasp for air, "ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, again!" Drake rubbed furiously at his face and Integra was starting to believe that she and her ward were sitting/kneeling in a puddle of tears.
"No you won't," she assured, but then added as an afterthought, "If 'Mr. Alucard' was human, all that you said would probably be true, but since he's a vampire…" She drifted off.
That moment, Drake's thought's of Mr. Alucard being a superman type character disappeared and were replaced with a devil wearing red spandex, a tail, and was armed with a pitch fork.
He screamed and tried to scramble away, but only slid on the floor account of Integra grasping firmly onto his shirt, "Drake! Calm down!"
"V-vampire!" Drake screamed again.
There was hysterical laughter and then a sucking noise coming from behind Integra, so Drake looked past her to see Mr. Alucard's body releasing a black substance from his neck and forming a blob.
Integra sighed, "See, Drake? Aluc…" she trailed off as she looked down at her now empty hands and heard a door slamming somewhere in the manor. "Good job, Alucard," she moaned sarcastically while her chuckling vampire helped her off of the ground, now with his head regenerated.
"Yes, wasn't it?" He grinned a toothy smile as Integra slapped away his hands once she was back on her feet and headed back into her office. "This might sound like I'm plotting something, Master, but let me assure you. I am not," Alucard's crimson orbs watched his Master seat herself in her chair and look over some paperwork, "Your orders?"
Integra took out a pen and straightened her glasses before responding, "You are to convince your future master that you are not a threat of any sort to him." She went on with her work, acting as if Alucard wasn't even there.
"That's no fun," he grumbled and pulled out a pair of yellow sunglasses and his red hat from within his red duster.
Out of the corner of Integra's eye, she saw her servant walk though the wall. After several minutes of work, Alucard returned with a black eye, his red coat in shreds at the tail, and one of his fangs missing. She almost screamed when Alucard fell down on her desk, onto her lap, and then cowered under her desk.
"Alucard! Explain yourself!" Integra shrieked while scrambling out of her chair and lowering herself to her servant's eye level.
She watched with interest when Alucard took out the Jackal and shot himself repeatedly in different areas of his body then proceeded to cower under her desk, "Your brat ordered me to kill myself! Do something!" he yelled back after punching himself and spitting out his other fang.
Integra almost laughed, "Oh, he's good! I never thought of ordering you that!" Alucard scowled angrily at her after banging his head on the ground, "Okay, okay! Alucard! Your order is to…eh…not kill yourself!"
Alucard sighed with blissful delight and regenerated all of his wounds quicker than a blink of her eye.
"Perhaps I should go talk to him," Integra mumbled while reseating herself in her chair, "But first! Tea!"
The Hellsing phone line consisted of four main phone numbers on speed dial. The first was to the Queen herself, the next was to the Order of Religious Knights, after that was to her troop barracks and after that was to Walter's room. Pressing the number to Walter's room, she heard her butler answer with a dull, "Yes, Sir Integra?"
"Walter, if you'd kindly bring up some tea? That would really work wonders for me on such an eventful morning," Integra found herself rubbing her throbbing temples and noticed she's been doing this rather a lot lately.
A/N: Eh…I lied; Integra doesn't get to drink any tea. Sorry, Integra, but maybe next chapter! Please review!