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Don't kill me if it is terrible. It was 1:00 am when I wrote this, so I will probably need to re-read it and fix any mistakes or stupid things later. So yeah. Rate and Enjoy.
Time. It is said that this natural commodity can heal all wounds… and though much had passed, nearly two months, some emotional cuts were still as raw and fresh as they had been when first inflicted. Time proved not to be as nearly an affective doctor as it is acclaimed to be. Integra doubted whether or not she would ever truly get over what had happened… though it was all a blur in her memories, she knew exactly the irreversible damage that had been done. She had already given her whole life to this organization… and the only thing that was truly hers, the one thing she had left… that was taken away from her too. She had been abominably used, and none the less, by her servant. Needless to say, the two had not butted heads since that fateful night. On Integra's part, it offered relief, and at the same time, uneasiness. Relief that she didn't have to deal with him, to be in his odious, fornicating presence, but even so, dread festered within her. Dread for when she would need to finally face him.
However, dread was not the only thing that had been swelling inside Integra since she and Alucard had last met. She had tried to ignore all the warning signs; The random bouts of lightheaded-ness that she blamed on too many cigars, the swelling of her abdomen, which she attributed to too much food, and the queasiness she now experienced in the early morning was a crime committed by something foul she may have consumed the night before. Despite all her excuses, she was fooling no one, not even herself. She was pregnant. Again. This time around, however, the growth of the new child inside of her did not incite feelings of hope and nostalgia. Only anger. She was bitter with fury and shame. The secret was obviously going to be kept by those close to her… Walter was the only one besides her and Alucard who knew the full extent of the situation. Suspicion was beginning to arise among the troups, however about how her pregnancy had been terminated and then suddenly, 'out of the blue', she became bloated and cranky and missed her period twice in a row. Parliament had not been notified about the first failed try at pregnancy, so she didn't need to inform them that the child she carried within her now was a different one than the first. The less the queen knew the better.
And Alucard? What of him? Alucard.The name was one she loathed to have cross her mind. Integra couldn't even think of him without feeling heavy waves of loathing sweep over her, her teeth unconsciously gritting, and her eyes narrowing at the mere speculation of him and how thoroughly he had abused her. Was he proud to have nailed the Hellsing director like a board to the wall?
Integra yawned, swinging her bare feet over the side of the bed, having awoken to the sound of her stomach growling in complaint. She put a hand to her bloating tummy. She had been so hungry as of late... hungry all the time. She needed a snack... something to keep that infernal stomach of hers from grumbling at her all night long. With a sigh, she stood up and wrapped a robe about her body, the article having been hanging from a hook on her bedside. Lighting a little candle with a lighter that was conveniently located on her bedside table, she began her trek down to the kitchen. She shuffled down the stairs and into the pantry, opening cabinets and looking through shelves as she tried to find something sufficient to munch on. Finding a box of raspberry tarts, she opened it, quite pleased with her discovery. No sooner than she had opened the sealed box and stuffed a cookie in her mouth, a voice emerged from the darkness behind her.
"My my my… you look bigger since I last saw you."
Integra whipped around, at the recognition of that voice immediately abandoning her cookies. Her eyes burned with their bright blue fury. If looks could kill, Alucard would be dead a thousand times over, provided he wasn't a nosferatu. A sneer appeared on Integra's lips as she bared her pearly white teeth at him in utter loathing and disgust.
"You…" She hissed though clenched teeth.
"…Me? What of it?" Alucard smirked that lecherous smirk of his, his lips splitting into an inhumanly wide grin. Boldly he took a few steps foreword, drawing close to Integra, despite her obvious fury.
"How about a kiss, Integra? It wouldn't be nearly as much as you gave me last time we met, but it will suffice..."
Integra stepped back, her hands balling into fists as she glowered at him in a most vicious way.
"You took advantage of me, you disgusting, miserable low life creature. You hypocrite, you who swore that you loved me, and then two seconds later ripped my nightgown off. You knew... you knew how weak I was in that moment, how I wouldn't fight back! How I was too incapacitated to fully comprehend what you were doing to me! You couldn't possibly do anything else to me that could insult me at a higher degree than you already have. And I'm fat and pregnant with your bastard child now, none the less. If you weren't dead already, I would certainly have had you killed by now."
She did not need to raise her voice to get the sheer volume of her fury across. It could be read as loud and clear as a gigantic highway billboard. Alucard totally ignored her warning signs, still flashing that malevolent grin of his.
"You forget a rather large scruple in the story. You have left out the part about how you liked it."
"What the hell do you mean?"
"Ohohoho… So she doesn't remember? She doesn't remember how she moaned and wailed like a whore when I took her…how she rode me like a horse… how she screamed my name and begged me for more…"
"Stop it."
"… How she…"
"YOU GO TOO FAR, YOU BASTARD COUNT!"
There was a long, silent pause between the two as they stared each other down, as if they were sizing each other the way a fighter would their opponent. He was only here to rub it in… to rub it in Integra's face that he had conquered her. He was still bound to her through the dark magic bonds set down by her forefathers, but Alucard was triumphant in seeing Integra crack. He had found her weak spot, and he was going to gloat. She had called him a senseless, emotionless, unfeeling dead piece of shit… and he remembered how that remark had stung. But now he could hurt her back… make her feel the mental slap he had received first from her. He grinned insidiously. Integra merely stared, her gaze narrow and angry.
"Why did you do it, anyway? Now I cannot become a no life queen. You have tried to coax me into a vampiric un-life since the day we met… and you gave up on me so soon? I am surprised, for one as persistent and unreasonably evil as yourself that you did not continue in your attempts."
She was right. Only when she had been a virgin could she have been transformed. Now there was no hope left. Alucard knew full well this when he had taken her . His gaze fell as she discovered a slipknot in the noose he had been tightening around her neck. His expression changed to one of severe gravity.
"I did it because… I know. I know you would have never given up your humanity. I know you would die before becoming like me. It is your pride as the leader of Hellsing, and your honor as a servant of your God. You would not follow me into the unlife. You will die, Sir Integra, without fear, and without regret. We both know that is your fate. And I, as a vampire, as a creature prone to the pitfall of self satisfaction wanted you… wanted to take you, before your died. I cannot explain why. But it was more than ephemeral lust that drove me to the conclusion to steal your virginity. I will not say I care for you, because I know you will dismiss the notion."
Integra seemed unfazed by any sentimentality his speech had within it. Her gaze was hard as granite and cold as a winter's first fallen snow.
"And you do well not to imply you have any feelings towards me. I began to have my doubts bout how unfeeling you are when you held me in your arms and comforted me than night, but any shadow of a thought had been shattered when you defiled me. If you truly cared, you would not have disgraced me in so violent and wanton a manner. You are a disgusting, loathsome, foul, obscene abominable freak of nature. I have more than half a mind and all the power to put you back in the dungeon in whence you were found by me. I have no need of you, creature. I will bear a child, and Seras will take your place as head hit man of Hellsing. You disserve no part in my life from this point onward. Do not speak to me again. If you need to convey a message to me, it will be sent through Miss Victoria or Walter. You will not disgust me with your abhorrent presence. You are in no way freed, but you may as well sit and rot in that dungeon of yours, because I have no want of you."
A muscle near the corner of his mouth twitched. Integra couldn't tell whether it was an automatic reflex, the tautening of his lips to form a frown, or possibly the random facial spasms one makes when on the verge of tears. No... He couldn't be crying. She couldn't see behind his orange tinted glasses, but surely the man who three seconds ago had been taunting her with the name of whore would not be shedding tears. Surely the great vampire Alucard would not begin to weep over his master's retribution.
"I see. I will leave you then… My lady."
He nodded his head curtly, his black hair bobbing about his face, before he walked through the kitchen wall, his posture held tall and lordly, the way he walked suggesting he felt much more proud than he truly felt at the moment. Integra sighed deeply and rubbed her temples as if a pounding headache had suddenly pierced her skull. Her life was in a steady downward spiral. All these conflicts that had been occouring... never had she felt under more pressure. She would gladly take on an army of undead nazis rather than all the turmoil that had uninvited, invaded her life. Nothing would ever be the same.
Alucard sat atop his coffin, rubbing away big red droplets from his eyes. It was his turn to break, to abandon the normal attitude of self-content and let the woes pour out. Though in his sorrow, he was sure he would not be exploited as Integra had been, he still felt very ill-used. His gloves began to grow red at the fingertips as he kept wiping away the blood that streaked down from his bright red eyes. Vampire tears were a hard thing to mask. It was all so incongruous… he shouldn't be crying. What ultimately powerful vampire cries? The tears mostly came from frustration… frustration mostly with himself. He loved Integra. He just couldn't show it. Like a little boy who pulls the hair of the girl he secretly admired, thus was how his discourse was with Integra. He poked and prodded her till she finally broke, and then when he should have consoled her, her used her in an irreversible way. And then crowed over his victory to boot! It was a wonder that he had been shocked when Integra declared she would see him no more. He had disserved every bit of it. He needed to find a way to win her back. To earn once more whatever small affection she may have ever had for him. The short bout of tears stopped, but he still sat hunched over on his coffin, his shoulders heavy, and his un-beating heart full.
"Master…"
A happy voice came with the police girl as she fazed through the wall.
"Master, I polished your Jacka…"
Seras stopped dead in her tracks. Alucard… he was… just sitting there. It was a sorry sight. He looked somehow very small, and withered and beaten, almost like some feral creature that had been whipped into miserable submission. Seras was more than a little shocked at seeing her great and invincible sire this way.
"Master… what's wrong?"
Her young voice was gentle and soothing. Alucard didn't even look up at his fledgling, his eyes staring straight down at the cold stone floor.
"For my sins I must bear the weight of retribution. I've done something terrible, Seras… I'm a monster."
Done.
I don't own Hellsing.
I apologise to Kohta Hirano for butchering his characters. -hangs head in shame-
It's late, I'm tired, I'm going to bed. So sue me.
-Kimi-Taco
