A/N: Was suddenly hit with this idea so i though 'what the hell, i'll chuck this in for funzies'. Dont worry it ties into the next chapter :P
Disclaimer: I don't own hellsing or any of its delicious and lovely characters -cries-
Chapter 8
"Integra."
"…"
"Integra…"
"…"
"INTEGRA!"
"Gah! FU-WHAT?"
"What do you think you are doing sleeping on the job?!"
"Sweet Christ…"
"Actually my name i-"
"Margaret Thatcher?!"
Integra peeled her face up from the desk (quite a task seeing as it had been glued down by a puddle of drool) to stare in disbelief at the sight before her. Someone must have drugged her tea, either that or those cigars were way, way past their expiration date; because what she could see before her was a former British prime minister floating around her office like a humming bird.
"What the hell are you doing in my office?" She asked incredulously, rubbing her eyes in a vain sense of hope it would make her snap back to reality.
"That's no way to address me young lady!" Margaret Thatcher scolded. "As your gun spirit it is my duty to serve and guide you."
"Gun spirit?" Ok I've officially lost it!
"Yes Integra and I come bearing a warning, a graaave warning!" She started waving her arms around in the air mimicking being in distress.
"…what warning?" Integra asked with a growing sense of regret.
"Something terrible, very terrible is going to happen to you!" She shrieked.
"Ok…" Integra didn't really know what to make of this strange apparition. "Care to elaborate?"
"It's going to happen very soon!"
"How soon?" Integra asked with a hint of worry.
"Imeeeediately!"
"What? What's going to happen? I order you to tell me!"
"You're going to….miss your fliiiight!"
NO!
"GAH!"
*THUMP*
*CRASH*
"WHAT THE FU-"
"Ow!"
"….Seras?"
"no….only…pain"
A/N: WOW! Wasn't that a quick one? Heh heh, as I said the idea just kinda hit me, hehe get it? Hit? No? Bah fine my jokes are bad! T_T
R&R as always you wonderful people! :)