OOC: Still don't own Hellsing – yet.

BIC:

She didn't know why she was standing outside the door to the infirmary. In all reality, the girl was a hooligan above all else. She had, after all, broken into the Hellsing mansion. Granted, she had somehow managed to make it past the guards – but still.

Something about those words – 'my blood – my life – are yours… Sir Hellsing.' They rang and echoed through her psyche, and somehow, she felt a nagging in her mind that was both familiar and foreign to her at the same time.

Her intellect told her to simply walk away – to return to her bed, to inquire as to whether her uninvited visitor had survived come the morning. And yet somehow – for some reason – here she stood, quiet sentinel outside the room, frowning dourly as that bothersome sensation continued to needle her.

'What the hell is going on?'

Abruptly, the authoritatively calm voice of Doctor Trevalian rang through the hallway, interrupting her thoughts. "No one could possibly survive that bullet wound," the doctor announced matter-of-factly. "The best we can do is to give her enough pain-killers to make her death as comfortable as possible -"

"Humor me," Integra snapped, interrupting his speech. "Just treat her as if she could make it. Understood?"

"But - Sir - no one -"

"No human!" she asserted, somewhat irritably for having to explain the order. "No human could survive that bullet wound."

"She's not a vampire -" the Hellsing-employed doctor became, uncertainty in his gaze, but Integra cut him off before he could argue further.

"Just do it!" She ignored his curt salute and hurry to get on to business; instead, she snatched a cigar from her pocket and lit it; even as she made the familiar motion out of habit, she wondered idly as to why she had felt so insistent about this matter. Why should it matter to her? Why should she tell her doctor to waste time and effort on a girl if he said she would not make it?

Of course she didn't care. Right?

"I'm surrounded by idiots," she muttered, taking a long drag on the winston. Absently, she noted the slight thickening (for lack of a better word) of the shadows beside her that denoted Alucard making himself known.

"Well. I can't say as I saw this coming," he spoke, finally, and there was his usual hint of amusement in his voice.

His levity served only to annoy her. "It's not like you to get prematurely trigger happy, Alucard. While she did break into my home, why didn't you just read her thoughts to know she didn't mean to harm?" Annoyance surged within her; the vampire had, once again, managed to get her into a tight spot. Sometimes she wondered if he even thought about what he did before he did it.

The vampire beside her snorted dismissively at her question. "Because I can't," he replied, simply, and there was a seething bitterness in his words.

"What the hell do you mean, can't?" Integra demanded, cool blue eyes flashing angrily at her vampire servant.

His broad shoulders rose in a flippant shrug. "Because she's a vârcolac," the vampire spat with distaste in a foreign language. Integra's eyes flashed to him, and she didn't even need to demand an explanation - he provided one on his own. "Werewolf," he spoke again, by way of explanation; there was irritation in his gaze, and if Integra didn't know him better, she may have described him as pouting.

"I thought... Lycans were extinct..." Integra spoke, slowly, her brows furrowing as she tried to recall all she had ever researched about the mythic demons.

"So did I," Alucard replied sourly.

"So you cannot read a werewolf's mind?" she prompted, and the vampire scoffed at her words.

"Lycans were created serve their master vampire. You can imagine that a vampire wouldn't want another to be able to so easily search his servant's mind," he explained.

"Can you read it now?" she asked. He shook his head negatively. "So... do we even know if she is telling the truth?"

"I imagine you should know, Master," he asserted, and for a moment, she didn't understand what he was insinuating. Cool cerulean eyes flashed and met garnet ones, and when understanding did not immediately dawn within her own, Alucard smoothly formed his explanation: "You are her master now. She swore her life to you."

While he sounded somewhat irritated, she simply stood there, staring dumbly at her pet. "She – what?"

"Congratulations," he replied snidely, "you're the proud new owner of a werewolf."

The only thought her wildly swirling mind could wrap itself around in that moment was how much havoc this new addition was likely to make – and how very, very unlucky she was.

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