Okay, seriously. I'm getting offended. There are at least 100 hits per chapter (1200+ in all), and only two people have been kind enough to review. Until people grow some manners, no more updates after this one. I'm pretty hurt by the lack of kindness.

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Integra drummed her fingers on the table, growing impatient at the latency of her subordinates. Walter stood directly behind her, a bottle of wine in one hand and a plater of glasses in the other. "I'm getting tired of waiting," she informed Walter, her voice laced with annoyance. As if on cue, Alucard materialzed in the chair to her right, placed near the center of the long table. He smiled when he saw the look of impatience on his Master's face.

"Did I keep you waiting?" he asked, as if trying to drive her insane.

"You, your fledgling, and the recruit need to learn something called PUNCTUALITY," she placed heavy emphasis on the last word. His response was a shrug. He eyed the glass that had been set in front of him.

"Is that wine?" he didn't bother to hide his distaste.

"Yes, it is. No sense in disgusting the new operative on his first day. And you don't exactly drink blood with much class..." she informed him.

"Master, I doubt a vampire drinking blood without class will disturb somebody who has killed... how many did he kill with a fire axe?" Alucard replied. Integra shot him a glare, then turned her attention towards the door as it flew open. Seras scramlbed into the room and quickly took her seat opposite of Alucard.

"Sorry, I didn't realize how late I was," she apologized.

"So you knew you where late to begin with?" Alucard asked, trying to make her feel stupid. It worked. She shot him a glare almost as hatefull as Integra had done seconds before. Without warning, the door flew open for a second time. This time, a breathless H stumbled through the doorway, panting heavily and near exhaustion.

"Sorry... I'm late... ran... all the way... got lost... in mansion... fell... dwon the stairs... again!" he explained between ragged breaths.

"Indeed. Take your seat, please. Walter, if you will, please bring out the food now," Seras spoke softly, caring little about H's problems as he collapsed into his chair at the end of the table.

"So... what's for dinner?" H gasped.

"Steak, corn, and salad," Integra motioned towards Walter as he pushed a cart loaded with trays into the room. H's eyes lit up, and he hastily removed his gloves. As he was about to remove his mask, he paused.

"Why are you both drinking wine?" H looked back and forth between Alucard and Seras. Alucard gave an 'I-told-you-so' look towards Integra. "If it is so you don't bother me, relax. I've seen things you could never dream of... well, Alucard probably could," he could tell by the annoyed look on his boss's face and the triumphant expression on Alucard's that he had hit the nail on the head. Walter set down a large plate piled with food in front of him, and prepared to pour wine into his glass. "No thank you. I'll just have some water," he held up his hand in protest. Walter smiled, then returned to the kitchen to fetch the water. "So, who is going to say the blessing?"

"That would be me," Integra replied. They bowed their heads, and she led them in prayer. Upon finishing, she took a sip of wine. At the same time, H removed his mask, causing her to choke. Seras stared wide-eyed in shock, and Alucard flashed a toothy grin.

"What?" H asked, looking back and forth between his dinner mates. He appeared quite normal, with dark brown hair pulled back into a short pony tail, and a thin layer of stuble around his chin. But the right side of his neck was sporting a rather gruesome scar. It was a large bite mark, with clearly defined fang marks in some areas. However, it was more beast-like in nature than a human or vampiric wound. "It's the scar, isn't it?"

"That's very interesting," Alucard spoke up after several seconds of awkward silence. "Most people could not have walked away from a wound like that. You must be resiliant, to say the least."

"Thank you. I'll take that as a compliment. I've walked away from quite a few injuries..." he scratched his chin, then picked up the knife and fork set down before him. "I just hope it doesn't suprise Walter like it did y-" he was interupted by the sound of glass breaking. They all turned to see a shocked Walter hasitly trying to clean up a broken glass of water. "Nevermind..."

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Ooooh, the mysteries of H grow more... mysterious. But like I said, no more updates until I get some well-deserved recognition. Plenty of people have read this story, so it can't be all that bad. PLEASE REVIEW!