The night was beautiful, especially if you were a blood sucker! A smooth smile inched its way across Alucard's features as he stood in the dark of the dungeon cell, his back to his master. She would take his bait this time, Alucard was sure of it and the thought delighted him, the ancient vampire couldn't wait. There was so much fun to be had tonight.
"Alucard." Integra's voice was as usual, sharp with distaste and anger. The anger was unfocused, but since Alucard was there and it needed an outlet, it affixed tight.
"Yes, my master..." Alucard answered his voice smooth, amused, and coy. Normal fare for the undead frankly. Alucard smiled then and Integra frowned.
Taking a deep breath, the spectacled woman regarded the vampire with a pinched gaze. As she did, her hand slid closer toward the silver cigarette case that lay on the bed, filled with her favorite cigars. Opening the case and removing a cigar, Integra spoke around the sweet tobacco flavored smoke.
"Alucard, what have you discovered?" She asked, ignoring his question from moments ago.
This brought a brighter smile to the face of the vampire.
Yes, he would have her soon. Not so long ago, Integra wouldn't have ignored his question, and not too long ago, she would have cursed him. She would have flushed that cinnamon red that came with her delicately colored skin tone and she would have told Alucard clearly, she would have given him a sharp and resounding, No!
Now, though, she ignored the question, as if Alucard would suddenly stop asking it. Not going to happen. No.
Looking, inclining his head downward so that he could more clearly see her face and her eyes, Alucard smiled at the head of the Hellsing Organization and the last remaining member of the Hellsing bloodline.
"I have found nothing my master."
Integra's skin flushed with annoyance. She looked almost as if she would tremble with anger, as if she would truly lose her control. Then just as quickly she was comprised, she took another slow breath and she snapped.
"Explain!"
For a moment Alucard considered not answering, to simply allowing all her willfully forced composure to tear away, to give him a wound, but reconsidering, he said simply.
"I cannot go far enough to find anything. These humans are very clever, they have had the outer walls blessed and they still hold written prayers. I cannot cross them; they are made with Paladin magic. A disgusting, white washed attempt at the dark arts."
Integra lifted an eyebrow at this.
"So let me get this straight Alucard. We are trapped in this cell, you and I. With your police girl next door and none of us are capable of escaping?"
Alucard's smile widened at the "you and I" and he gave a slight nod.
"That is correct, my master."
Integra fumed. Alucard smiled at her and to himself. He truly didn't think it would be long now. Soon it would be done.
"You sure this plan is fool proof right?"
"Right?"
"What do you think, Jon. Would I send us into a spot like this without a plan?"
"Is that a trick question?" Jon replied, looking at the wiry little man sitting in the driver's seat in front of him.
"Well thanks, thank you very much for that little vote of confidence. And here I was thinking you doubted my skills."
"Jeremy, I don't doubt your skills."
Jeremy smiled. His face was like the rest of him, thin and long. He was a young man, maybe mid-twenties. He had short blond hair that stopped at his ears and was cut as if it were longer. It had been longer, but long hair was sometimes lost to occupational hazards. With Jeremy, it had been fire, and so the cut, but his big blue eyes were bright portals all alight with humor and thoughtfulness.
Jon, just hoped that Jeremy's thoughtfulness was all about the mission. It was gonna be a hell of a task rescuing the entire remaining Hellsing Organization. Actually, as Jon thought about it, it was probably gonna be a bitch.
