The next day
The sun was beginning to filter through large windows of the Hellsing Mansion, casting an eerie glow on the man gliding along the floor. His footfalls were heavy as he proceeded down the corridor leading to the stairs, which he also followed in a trance-like state.
"Damn Vatican scum," the man muttered darkly, malice and hatred dripping from the short, quick words. He stopped quickly, jerking his head to the side, adding with a bit of humor, "And hello my splendid coffin."
The door to the chamber opened with a resounding screech that obviously showed it was in pain. However, vampires didn't usually care to go look for oil cans when they had been awake for some odd thirty hours.
The raven-haired creature dropped heavily into a large chair, sighing with a sort of relaxed comfort as he slipped the glasses from his face, placing them gently on a nearby table along with his large hat. The next article to be place on the table was a large gun, glistening in the flickering light of the lone candle.
Standing, the man slipped off the bloody, crimson colored duster and threw it over the chair, giving a nonchalant shrug at its untidy landing. His boots met the same fate, flying someone into the darkness as well. He'd find them later, he felt no urgent need to wear them to his coffin or anything of that sort.
With a full fledged smile that displayed his perfect canines, he fell over into the casket, giving the top a jerk as he slid it into the perfect position that would ensure his perfect rest.
"Perfect, nothing could possibly bother this."
He wasn't sure how long he'd been asleep, but something was pricking at his brain. It was cold and harsh, tearing at the fabric of his dreamless sleep.
"Alucard." The voice commanded in a sharp, desperate whisper.
"mmmmm?"
"Alucard!" the voice was more urgent this time, the volume piercing,
"Go away…" he hissed darkly, clenching his dark red eyes harder, as if this would so how impair his hearing.
"Alucard, servant to the Hellsing organization, WAKE YOUR BLOODY ASS UP!"
"Damn you, Integra, what in all of hell?" Alucard cried darkly, suppressing most of his anger as he sat up, peering at the woman leaning over his coffin, her slender fingers grasping the lid in desperation.
A smile tweaked at his features. Integra really did have a sort of beauty to her, but it wasn't like her to show it, or her emotions. She was a statue; a woman made of stone.
"Alucard, I need chocolate," she whispered, desperate and pitiful. "And not one, two."
"Excuse me?" The man peered at her through dark bangs, and expression of confusion evident on his face. Shaking her head, he gently dislodged her fingers from his coffin lid, noticing the eight tiny fingernail imprints on the top. He'd check for the other two later. "Calm yourself Integra, what do you need?" the man inquired gently, locking his dark gaze with her soft blue.
"Chocolate….w…with almonds." The woman whom he had grown to see as invulnerable, invisible, was sitting here on his chamber floor, clutching her knees to her chest. Her hair was ragged, falling in messy tangles around her.
"Integra, why are you wearing a pink robe?" he blurted without thinking.
"Are you listening you bloody oaf!?" She shrieked in desperation, her trembling fingers finding solace while wrapped around the vampire's strong neck. "Read my lips. I…Want…Chocolate."
"Yes, and I want sleep. Buy it yourself."
"Are you insane!?" Her gripped tightened noticeably. "I have no clothes!"
"Say that again?" he asked, his eyebrows shooting up with evident interest.
"You heard me. Get out!" She drew back quickly, tossing her blond mass over a shoulder and standing. Like a mother scolding a child, she pointed to the door, her fingers trembling. "Now."
"Integra, sir, I have had no sleep for near thirty damn hours. Do you need it now?" he pleaded, gesturing to his coffin.
In a flash, the gun from his table glittered dangerously in front of him. "You are my servant, do as I say Alucard."
"But my room, my sleep-!"
"My bloody mansion." Her eyes glittered with a crazy sense of hatred, her small, white teeth bared much like a mad dog.
With a sigh, Alucard wiped the drool from his master's chin with a gloved finger, reaching for his duster, stopping when Integra grabbed his arm.
"No, stupid, normal clothes, it's 10:30!"
"A.M. I presume," he sighed, letting the duster fall limply back in place. Holding a finger to indicate her needed at least one more minute before she snapped and totally destroyed him, he strode into the darkness to find the boots he had lost there sometime earlier. As he tucked them under his arm, he walked by his mistress, muttering, "I need normal clothes."
"Don't forget….is has to have almonds," she called to him, slamming the door. From the other side, she added, "I expect you back by 10:50."
"One day….one day…" he muttered as the door closed behind her small frame. He frowned at the door, his nose detecting a new, somewhat interesting smell. "That's…peculiar. Smells like…blood? With a hint of…roses!?"