Disclaimer- I don't own Hellsing or any of its characters, although…
If ever Integra Fairbrooks Wingates Hellsing felt compelled to share with you one thing she'd learned from her pet monster in the year she had so far suffered through with the unholy creature, it would be this: If one feels insanity seeping into their marrow, their flesh, their very soul, they should most definitely not be afraid. In fact such a person should rejoice, for such emotion is only testament to how sane they really are.
At least, that was what she was telling herself.
A strapping young girl of fourteen usually occupied her mind with thoughts of slumber parties, secret crushes and anti-zit creams, but Integra was not the general definition of a youthful teenager. Instead she focused her thoughts mainly on her abomination of a servant, and how to best prepare herself for her future position as the Hellsing organizations leader. It occupied most of her time.
Given her new position as an aspiring political head Walter had taken it upon himself to make sure she would be a well rounded individual. By no means was she new to the process of becoming a woman of renaissance, but where her father had primarily focused on lecturing about more obvious topics such as how things ought to be done and how objectives needed to be met Walter zoomed in on items she'd never concentrated on before. He challenged her with mental and physical duels. Debates and swordplay were no longer uncommon sights between the elderly butler and the young lady in the house of Hellsing. Integra also went to a nearby prestigious private school three times a week, which was not the traditional schedule, but she also had other obligations that required attending. Besides, the girl was very bright, the classes she did take were all for college credit which would be useful when she had to finally attend an university.
Although none could see it, Integra was becoming quite stressed. She got less than three hours sleep every night for as long as she could remember. Nor could she recall the last time she got to sit down for tea. It was taxing; the world seemed to be trying to smash a few lifetimes worth of knowledge into her overflowing mind, although that wasn't the real problem.
The problem was that she was enjoying every overwhelming minute of it.
When she discovered how much she enjoyed being…occupied, she had questioned whether or not she had a few screws loose somewhere. She decided she probably did, and that there was a very thin line between prodigy and lunacy, in fact they were probably intertwined. Life had gone on quite well since then.
A/N- Pleeeeeeeese review. I'm not beating around the bush for sugar coated goodness. I really want to make my writing better. To do that I need a little input. All opinions are welcome. If you think it blows, great. Tell me why. If you think it's good, I guess you could leave a review, but I desperately want to know what I need improvement on.