Choice
By Ladymercury

Drabble. I haven't written a Hellsing fanfiction in…. three years, let the last time I saw Hellsing as well. I decided to catch up on my manga and decided to write this drabble based off of this picture w w w dot deviantart dot com / view / 6863060 (replace the dots with real periods and bring it all together).

AU (if this had to fit in some timeline, it would either be before the Brazil incident or the end of the anime, but its still AU) and a slight case of OOC.

I do not own Hellsing, but if I did, it probably wouldn't be as cool as it is now… so lets keep Hirano as sole owner.

Choice

She looked at the gun lying on top of the table with a lifeless expression as slender hands reach for the black firearm slowly. Cold hands lie on her on her shoulders softly, the feeling of him against her back. She stiffened against his relax form.

" What would you do now?" He asked, his hand taking her platinum blonde strands into his, moving his hand through the long white tresses. " What will you do?"

" What do you think I will do…?" She asked, no sign of emotion as she picked up the weapon.

" The choice is yours." He whispered against her hair, grinning, as his index finger traced the, still bleeding, bite marks on her neck. " All yours."

She brought the barrel of the pistol to her chin. Two index fingers pressed against the trigger. He just looked down at her, his left hand still combing her hair, the right resting on her shoulder again… blood dripping from the long nail of his index finger.

One Minute.
Two Minutes.
Three Minutes.

It seemed like nothing to the older vampire. What were a few minutes compared to few centuries? He chuckled as his right hand pushed the gun down, away from her face.

" Is this your choice?" He asked, his breath against her cheek sending shivers down her back. There was no response but the sound of a heavy metal object against a wooden surface. He kissed her cheek and two arms slinked themselves around her waist, fingers delicately working the rest of the buttons of her blouse. " Excellent choice, Integra…."