It's minutes to three in the morning and she's lying on her bed, awake, fully awake, staring at the canopy.
And nothing will happen, of course, because the only thing not right in the Hellsing manor this night is that she is not sleeping. And the only reason for that is a very simple reason, so simple she hasn't even considered it.
She's so tired she can't sleep.
An actor fades into scene and the darkness in the corners isn't as thick as before.
"Not now," sir Integra commands, her voice coming out languid and raspy.
A white grin stands out in the dark. "It's not often I have the pleasure of finding your nights sleepless and idle, my master." And casually, the tall man sits on the bed and looks at her, a calm smile on his lips and empathy in his eyes.
"I'm trying to sleep," she says, rubbing her brow. Her gaze is nailed by iron nails to the canopy.
His grin comes alive once again; "Yet, you aren't sleeping."
She chuckles without mirth, "But I'm trying."
"May I help...?" he suggests and he does sound like a gentleman, and he maybe even looks like a gentleman, but that doesn't phase sir Hellsing.
"Deep sleep and your antics don't combine, so help by not trying."
He laughs quietly. "As you please, my master." An stylized chair appears out of thin air, and with a couple of long strides he takes a seat on it.
"You're impossible," she thinks, and shifts to find a better position, her eyes finally leaving the canopy.
"Likewise, master," he answers in her thoughts, and she doesn't mind. He always knows when he is unwanted.
"Good night, Alucard."
"Likewise, master."
Minutes past three in the morning find everyone in the Hellsing manor asleep, except for the lean vampire that sits by the window and looks out at the moon.
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