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Alucard waited outside Hellsing Manor with a long motorcade. Elizabeth would have to travel with extra protection because of the formality of the affair, Freak assassins were almost bound to be there. James stood with him, wrapped in a heavy coat, waiting for the other half of their party.

"It's fucking freezing," James said. "Where the hell is she?"

"Miss Elizabeth will be along shortly," Walter said, "If memory serves and it is a hard to get her into a dress as her mother, this will be a new record."

"Integra hated wearing dresses," Alucard elaborated to James, "So does Elizabeth, they're much more of the kind of people who wear armor and guns then a dress." Suddenly the doors opened and several guards walked out, taking their positions in the motorcade, then Elizabeth walked out. She was wearing a long black cape that hid her hair and dress.

"My lady," James said. In his few days in England he had learned many of the customs, such ass how to address Elizabeth in a formal setting and many of the other high ranking officials he would be seeing tonight. He opened the door for her and she got in, ducking low so that her hood would not be swept off as she did. James entered and Alucard got in the other side of the limo.

"Thank you," Elizabeth said as she took down her hood. The lighting in the limo was dark so that even Alucard could not see her face.

"It is our pleasure," Alucard said, "There is nothing more then I enjoy to have a night out with brainless people who talk nothing of money and relationships."

"This is a ball in my honor," Elizabeth said, "But I am afraid that I must agree with you, Alucard, I have no wish to spend the evening filling a dance card with brainless squires." Elizabeth looked out the window as the palace neared, the motorcades left the limos as they entered the gates and thousands of people got out. Foreign ambassadors, Princes, Kind and Queens, Knights, Duke, Lords, members of Parliament, Military leaders, all of advanced society. Elizabeth sighed. "This is not going to be an enjoyable evening."

Walter got out of the car first and opened the door, offering his hand to Elizabeth. James and Alucard, as her bodyguards, walked in front of her and entered the palace before hand, skipping the Grand Staircase that all were announced from. James squirmed in his tux as dignitary after dignitary walked past him, eyeing him like scum on their shoes.

"Relax," Walter whispered, "They know you are and outsider because you are not relaxed, now just let your shoulders fall and stand up straight." James complied and did feel more comfortable. "Good, now just stand like this for the next four hours and you're good." James sighed and looked back up the stair, Elizabeth was the next one to come down.

"Sir Elizabeth Integra Wingates Fairbrook Hellsing!" The adjutant called out. James and Alucard both looked up the staircase and stopped breathing (in a sense for Alucard since he doesn't have to breathe).

Elizabeth was wearing a stunning red dress. The dress was haltered with a very tight top until the skirt. The skirt flared out in Princess seams and trailed slightly on the ground. Her arms were covered in black arm gloves that brought out her long, slim hands and wrists. Her hair was pulled up and away from her face and curled, held on top on her head by invisible combs that made her hair look like it was held up by magic. She seemed to float down the staircase and the photographers were all over her in a moment, shouting out for the name of her designer and hair stylist. Elizabeth just smiled at them and kept walking, but they stood right in front of her and kept flashing away. She looked over at her three companions and they got the message.

"Excuse me," Alucard said, he offered Elizabeth his arm and led her to the side, where James took over and escorted her onto the floor. There Elizabeth patted his arm.

"You might want to bail," Elizabeth said, "This is going to be awkward if I'm seen on your arm." Elizabeth slipped her arm out of James and walked on alolne, James saw that Elizabeth was wearing a corset dress, and it really brought out her figure. He could not help but let his eyes wander over her frame as she glided across the floor. He loved the back of her dress, or lack there of until her waist. James turned around to see only Walter standing there with the other guards.

"Where's Alucard?" James asked.

"He is watching over Miss Elizabeth," Walter answered, "I doubt we will see him again tonight." James just nodded, used to strange occurances by now. He saw Elizabeth walk up to a group of people with the confidence of a woman born into the life of a diplomat and began a conversation. Alucard was spotted, walking on the cline above her and quickly dropped down when James signaled him. Alucard then proceeded to disappear in the crowd. The queen entered and took her place, then the talk resumed.

Elizabeth could take little more of this. Rich damsels chatted with her about dresses and courtships, she felt like she'd been sent back into medieval times.

"We must find someone for you," Lady Devenport, the richest of most minor Ladies, said, "I cannot believe that you have gone unnoticed for so long with such beauty."

"I assure you," Elizabeth said, politely through her teeth, "I have no need for a relationship, I am far to busy. No man would have the patience."

"Pish posh," Duchess Formé replied, "There are plenty of young men out there looking for just the girl like you." Elizabeth wished she were a thousand miles away killing something.

"Very amusing," Alucard's voice sounded in her head, "Strange that you're killing them all so quickly."

"Get out," Elizabeth sighed through her mind while carrying on her conversation, "I don't need the added distraction." Alucard laughed and withdrew as Lord John, heir to Sir Benjamen, approached.

"Might I have this dance?" He asked, offering his hand. John had been a good friend a few days ago, they were planning to go to America in the next month, but things had changed so quickly.

"You may," Elizabeth replied to the giggling to the gaggle of damsels behind her. James escorted her to the floor and placed his hand on her back. Elizabeth was glad she did not have to adjust his hand, it was high enough on her back to avoid any thought of infringement. The waltz began to play and Elizabeth ignored the glances from many girls around her. John was very handsome and a good match, but Elizabeth knew that none of the knights would permit their sons to marry her until they were knighted in coming years. Elizabeth also knew that, according to the strict English Law that knights adhered to, she would have to forfeit her titles to her husband. The Hellsing Organization had been kept in her family for generations, she could never allow it to fall into the hands of another family. Elizabeth already knew her fate, she would have to become pregnant outside of a marriage and raise her child on her own. It was a sad fate, but she would do what she had to protect her country and her people. The Waltz ended and another boy came up to take her hand. Elizabeth sighed and began a complicated English folk dance, wishing that she could be far away.

Alucard watch boy after insignificant boy take Elizabeth's hand and spin her around the room. He leered at each one every time their back was turned. He took a glass of wine from a wandering waiter and drank it in a single gulp. These people around him made him want to rampage and drink the blood of every boy under twenty one in the room. He took another glass only to get it gently removed by Walter.

"Careful Alucard," he warned, "We do not wish to make a scene."

"What makes you think that I would do such a thing?" Alucard asked.

"Nothing," Walter said, "I just know what happens when you get drunk." The two stood in silence for two more dances and two more pests clutched Elizabeth close while trying to avoid stepping on her toes. Alucard's nerves were close to their breaking point.

"Why do I have the sudden urge to take every boy under twenty-one and rend him to nothing less then a bloody pulp before draining the blood from his veins?" Alucard asked matter-of-factly. Walter smirked.

"Because," Walter said, coughing to cover his snicker, "You are attracted to Miss Elizabeth."

BWA HA HA! Evil cliffie.

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