A/N: A very artsy, abstract story about Alucard and Integra. It's a little strange. I know, but it's one of my weird moods.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hellsing.
A sigh. A puff of a cigar, the last ember flickering before crumbling and dying.
"Damn it."
A deep chuckle, piercing the very soul. Arms, strong and cold, wrapping around.
"Alucard."
A whisper, so tender and soft.
"My master."
Lips, pressing and urgent against pale flesh.
"Stop, Alucard."
Fingers, roaming delicate features.
"Do you truly wish that?"
Heartbeat, racing, betraying feelings.
"No."
A question, an entreaty, delicately placed.
"The choice is yours."
A lifetime, fleeting and diminishing.
"Yes, Alucard."
Fangs, piercing and fatal.
"Drink, My Master."
Blood, oddly warm and inviting.
"Alucard?"
A kiss, loving and cherished.
"I'm here, my love. I always have been and will always be."
A promise uttered effortlessly.
"Alucard."
An eternity bound by love and desire. A sigh.