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"What?" Alucard asked.

"You are attracted to Miss Elizabeth," Walter replied, "As much as you hate her you are beginning to realize that Integra's death was not her doing. My only fear is that you may begin to mistake her for Integrea, Elizabeth is so much like her mother…"

"Not so," Alucard replied. "Integra was much less about being in the front lines, she was all about strategy. Elizbaeth is more of a tactical fighter. Also Integra lacked the ability to produce fire and the other elements."

"Quite so," Walter said. The dance that had been going on ended and Elizabeth pryed the boy off of her. "Now, go ask Elizabeth to dance."

"What?" Alucard said.

"You are beginning to sound…how does Master James put it...like a scratched CD!" Walter said. "Just go over there and ask the girl for a bloody dance!" Alucard thought for a moment and saw four guys swarm in to get her hand and Elizabeth tried to flee to the drink stand. Alucard discreetly walked to the shadows and took a portal to the other side of the room.

Elizabeth was practically running from the guys following her when she bumped into a black tuxedo and white gloves. She looked up to apologize to find herself looking directly into a pair of red eyes and black hair.

"May I have this dance?" Alucard asked, offering his hand to her. Elizabeth was still looking into his eyes as she took his hand.

"You may," she said. Alucard led her on to the dance floor and used his telepathic abilities to request a certain song that he had loved in life. It was a Transylvanian piece that very much resembled a waltz. He set his hand lightly on Elizabeth's waist and took a position on the floor among the many other couples both young and old. "I don't know this one." Elizabeth whispered.

"Just follow my lead," Alucard whispered back in her mind, "It's like a waltz with a few different steps. Start to the right." Alucard pressed slightly on her hip, indicating the direction which she was to go and she gracefully swept her feet in that direction.

Elizabeth gently held Alucard's gloved hand in her own and felt his hand resting on her bare back. His hand was slightly lower then John's had been, but not enough to be noticeable. Elizabeth looked straight ahead and tried to ignore the warm sensations that were generated at the points where Alucard was touching her. Elizabeth quickly threw up barriers around her mind to keep Alucard out. He sensed this, but kept a mental distance. Elizabeth was very happy about that, he would have never let her forget the thoughts that were running through her head, and heart, at that very moment.

Alucard led Elizabeth through the dance and had to fight his hand from creeping down her back. He could feel the rich Hellsing blood pounding in her veins, and he was becoming drunk off of it. He could feel her hand in his, warmth from her elemental powers bringing a false life to the cold skin. He could smell a delicate but subtle perfume, the smell of roses mixed with (what smelled like) wind and fire. Her hair shimmered and Alucard expanded his senses. People were watching as one of the most eligible bachlorettes was being swept off her feet by an unknown man, who everyone assumed was noble.

The dance ended and Elizabeth remained in Alucard arms for a few brief moments. She felt a rush of blood fill and warm her body in a way that her own fire could not match. Elizabeth stood there for a moment more and then drew back from the vampire's arms. Elizabeth looked up into his red eyes for a moment and saw no leer in them. Alucard's eyes looked, honest. He was really looking at her, not as some girl to be conquered or won, but just as she was. Elizabeth could feel his eyes burning into her.

"Thank you," Alucard said. Elizabeth opened her mouth to reply when James appeared out of nowhere.

"May I have the next dance Lady Hellsing?" He asked politely.

"Would you like to be torn limb form limb?" Alucard asked, just as politely. Alucard froze, he had no idea where those words came from. James gave Alucard a strange look and took Elizabeth's hand, leading the girl who was still in shock from her own feelings away. Alucard itched to pummel James and send the mother fucking yankee bastard back to whatever slum he came from.

"Cool down buddy," James said. Elizabeth seemed to wake out of her shock and removed herself from James's arms.

"Please excuse me," Elizabeth said. She moved away from the two men and walked out to the balcony, she was not seen again for the rest of the night. In the car on the way home Elizabeth kept her hood up and her mind guarded, she did not utter a syllable the entire night.

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