Author's note: Nothing to do with the story, but I found a beautiful Deviation that made me think of this fic a little. It's called "My Fair Lady" by pu-sama. The stupid thing won't let me post a link but if you go to www. deviantart .com and type "my fair lady alucard integra" (without quotes) into the search, it's the only thing that pops up. And it's really beautiful. ::sighs::

Sailor Water Dragon: Thanks, that was one of the important things for me, to keep them in character yet make Integra become a vampire, and of her own free will, no less. It's kinda hard to do, what with her strong sense of honor. ;) Also, I'd already written most of this chapter by the time I posted the story. You'll see where the rating comes in pretty soon now. ;)

Lady Integra Hellsing: Thank you::bows::That was part of how I started writing this; I was wondering since Alucard becomes the master of the vampires he makes, but since Integra is already his master, if he bit her, who'd come out on top (so to speak)? We'll actually find out next chapter (my take at least), although it'll change in the second story pretty early on.

Disclaimer: I have no real artistic talent. As such, I've never made any anime, Hellsing for example, nor have I written any music, say, H.I.M.'s song "The Funeral of Hearts." I'm not even a good enough writer to make money off this stuff…

Solar Eclipse

Chapter 2

She was the sun shining upon

The tomb of your hopes and dreams so frail

He was the moon painting you

With its glow so vulnerable and pale

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Alucard stopped his pacing to look at Integra sleeping on the bed in her cell. How much longer until she awakens? Ever since sundown he had been filled with a restless energy. About two and a half hours ago, the guard had brought her dinner in, grumbling in surprise over the sleeping Integra and her untouched lunch on the table.

While it was perfectly normal for a vampire to take between 2 and 5 hours to fully transform and awaken, he was unable to sit still. He wanted to get out of his cell, to take his new No Life Queen away from this dirty city and begin their existence together.

He abruptly stopped his pacing again as he heard her stir on the bed. He turned around to face her, feeding his eyes on her slender, shapely form. She stretched and yawned wide, displaying long, wickedly sharp canines. She opened her eyes—now a beautiful blood red—and looked at him. She blinked blearily, then removed her glasses and set them on the bed.

He grinned widely. So beautiful! I can't wait to see her fight. "Good morning, young one."

She rubbed her eyes sleepily for a moment, but when her hands fell, she was perfectly alert. Her usual intense glare surfaced, although in fiery red instead of icy blue. "Young one? What exactly is that supposed to mean?"

He walked over to her side, took her by the hands, and drew her to her feet. "Though you are a vampire, you are still as a newborn babe. You have much to learn yet," here he gave here another grin, "that is, unless you'd rather stay here."

She fixed him with an annoyed stare. "Of course not. I am already quite familiar with most of your abilities."

"Indeed," he said, "but that is different from knowing how to use them."

"Then teach me," Integra replied imperiously.

He touched her lips with a gloved forefinger. "It's much easier to show you."

He reached his mind out to hers, much as he would when reading her mind or making telepathic contact. She recoiled mentally at his touch, but he took her mind gently by a metaphorical "hand" and drew her into his mind.

He opened and showed her his memories of abilities she would need to escape the prison: how to melt into and out of walls, ceilings and floors, how to dissolve her body into bats, and how to regenerate. At last he disengaged her mind from his, and she blinked several times rapidly before recovering her equilibrium.

"Remember also," he said, "that your sight, strength, and speed are far better than human. When you're shooting or attacking, do it as though you had a third eye in your forehead. After all," he grinned, baring his fangs, "you do."

She nodded slowly, still assimilating the information, and he continued. "Lastly, and most importantly, you must feed. I expect much better of you than of the Police Girl, so do not be squeamish. Well you know that your body will become weak if you don't." He trailed his fingertips down her cheek. "You don't want that, now, do you?"

Her eyes flashed, and she replied, "I am looking forward to hurting these maggots."

He laughed long and hard, and allowed himself to indulge his excitement, his desire for blood. "Wonderful! Come, let us leave this place."

She frowned slightly. "By what means shall we leave?"

He laughed again, maliciously. "By the front door, of course. We can't leave without saying goodbye. Besides," he added, more seriously now, "you need to feed before the night is over if you want to grow into your full power."

She considered a moment, then nodded. Her face broke into a feral grin. Excellent, blood lust. She will make a worthy midian indeed.

"I had rather thought we should pay a visit to the guards on the way out," he said, trying to quell his rising excitement. "One for each of us, see?" At her nod, he continued. "Very well then. The first thing you shall practice is melting through walls."

He walked over to stand on one side of the door, and she took her place on the other. He gathered his darkness around him, extending it into and through the wall. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Integra doing the same. He stepped through.

Suddenly he was in a hallway, with the guard who had been on the other side of the wall now just before him. He felt the blood lust, the mad thirst for battle, pounding through his body and singing in his ears. Before the guard even realized Alucard was behind him, he was bitten and being efficiently drained of blood. He dropped his late meal, emptied of blood and with its neck severed, and looked at Integra.

She was staring at him, her face speaking of hunger and enthrallment. She had the guard trapped in her grip, her hand over his mouth to keep him quiet.

"Feed, Integra. Only then will you gain your true strength."

She looked at the man for a moment, then bit him fiercely and drained him. After he was emptied of blood, she dropped him, and he could see the battle madness rising in her eyes.

He went to her in two quick strides and ripped the man's neck the rest of the way open. "Like this," he said, "so he won't become a ghoul."

She bared her teeth at him in a bloodstained grin. "Come on. I am eager to leave this place."

He followed her toward the entrance, and she paused just out of sight of the guard station at the door. He could hear between six and eight humans performing various tasks.

She looked at him, her feral grin returning. "Let's go, Alucard."

They fell upon the men like angels of death, ripping throats and drinking blood like an exquisite dance, like a violent hurricane and just as unstoppable. Not two minutes later they stood still amid the wreckage of the station and the dead bodies of the guards, the room quiet once again.

He smiled at the fallen angel before him and crossed to her. "You've spilled some blood." He bent close, licking the excess off her cheeks.

"Does that taste good, Alucard?" she murmured, deliberately teasing him, and he felt his desire rising in response.

He controlled himself with an effort of will. "It is getting late, and I would prefer to get to my coffin before sunrise. Shall we?"

They stepped outside, only to be met by Sir Irons and four men with what looked to be confiscated Hellsing weapons made for fighting vampires.

"Why, Miss Integra, I must admit I'm disappointed. While I suspected you would try something untoward, I had hoped you would control your madness." He chuckled. "No mind, I'll just rid you of this monster. He's clearly had far too much influence over you."

He gestured, and Alucard suddenly found himself looking down the barrel of four dangerous weapons. He looked over to Integra.

A breeze stirred her hair, and she began to speak softly yet angrily. "You, Sir Irons, are a disgrace to the Round Table and all of England. You disgust me." She moved, suddenly upon him, and ripped him literally in half.

The men, obviously not expecting this, reacted in panic. Three of them brought their weapons to bear on Integra, while the fourth began firing on Alucard.

He grinned, dodging the gunfire easily, and moved in behind the men. "Too slow!" he cried gleefully, and attacked the one who'd fired upon him. The men again panicked, no longer knowing who to shoot, and Integra came to help him finish them off.

The meal finished, he found Integra still crouched over her last victim, and he took her gently but firmly by the shoulders and drew her away. "Integra, you've had enough."

Slowly the blood frenzy faded from her eyes, and she inhaled deeply, calming herself.

"Let's go home, Alucard."

"Would you like to learn to fly, then?" he asked with a lazy, contented smile.

She nodded, smiling like a child trying to hide excitement, and he took her up in his arms, demonstrating how to push downwards and back with her darkness. Very quickly she got the hang of it, and they flew in companionable silence back to the deserted Hellsing mansion.

The sky was just beginning to lighten in the east as they arrived, so he took her straight down to his room in the basement. He sighed and stretched, seating himself on his chair. It feels good to be home.

Integra stood about a pace away, studying him with her arms crossed, and he in return studied her. A small smile played about her lips. "You look very dashing."

He smiled easily in return. "You would never have admitted that when you were human."

Her smile widened. "True, I never did. But I'm not human any more." Her smile dimmed. "I can feel that. My mind feels…different. I don't think the same way I used to. Not to mention," she added wryly, "the differences to my body."

Her body… He took a moment to study her body. She had platinum blond hair, past shoulder length, and a lovely dark complexion, albeit paler than when she had been alive. Her eyes, once a pale icy blue, were now the orange-red of fire.

She was tall and slender, her figure nearly that of an hourglass but less dramatic. The masculine suits she habitually wore, what she was wearing even now, hid the more flattering aspects of her figure, but he remembered how beautiful and shapely she was.

"And you," he said, breaking the silence, "look absolutely ravishing." Her face lit up, and he added mischievously, "But we must do something about your fashion sense."

She raised an eyebrow, a threatening look on her face. "Why, what's wrong with it?"

"Well, it's fine for a Knight of the Round Table and leader of a secret military organization, but you are currently neither. You should perhaps wear something more…flattering."

"I am not wearing a skimpy outfit just to amuse you!"

Alucard leaned back and put his hands behind his head, secretly pleased at having riled her up. "It doesn't have to be skimpy, then. Just go with something that's designed for women instead of men."

She snorted. "And where would I get this mythical outfit, anyway? I'm probably a wanted criminal by now, plus vampires tend to attract undue attention in crowded areas."

He took off his hat and glasses, setting them beside his chair, and stretched. "Guess I'll show you how to alter your appearance, then."

Her eyebrows rose. "I didn't know you could do that."

He grinned. "What, you never noticed that my clothing regenerated as well as my flesh after being shot?" She glared at him, irritated, and he relented.

"Well, changing the appearance of your clothing is easy. You just envision clearly how you want to be dressed and it will happen. The effect remains until you change it again, and the clothing can even be removed and retains its appearance. Changing your body's appearance, however, is much harder. After months of practice, you will be able to change details like eye color or hair length, but anything more dramatic will require either constant concentration or many years of practice."

"So, I just imagine it how I want it to look?"

Alucard nodded. "It might take you a couple of tries to get the hang of it."

She closed her eyes, and her clothing shimmered and transformed into a long, full-skirted white dress. Her eyes opened slowly. She looked down at her new outfit and smiled.

His eyes went wide in surprise and consternation. What? Not like that! He stood up out of his chair and walked toward her. He stopped mere inches from her, putting one hand in the small of her back and the other on the back of her neck. "I was thinking of something more like this," he murmured, lowering his forehead to rest against hers and projecting an image into her mind.

She pulled away slightly with a laugh. "Alucard, why am I not surprised?" Her clothing began to shimmer again, and as her new outfit appeared, he felt his heart skip a beat.

She was now clad in a black, strappy dress. The front had dark red ribbon laced across the bodice, and the back was an open V, with more red ribbon lacing. The skirt was slightly ruffled and came down slightly above the knee. She wore black shoes and black silk gloves with red ribbon cinches at the wrist.

He swallowed hard, his heart pounding now. He felt his hands trembling with desire. Oh hell, I want her! He tipped her head back farther and kissed her deeply, hungrily. After a moment, he felt her relax into the kiss. His hands trailed down her sides, following her figure, to rest on her hips.

He broke the kiss. "Integra," he murmured, his voice a deep bass. "I have never seen you so beautiful." He caressed her cheek worshipfully and was rewarded with a slight blush. "Well," he added with a smile, "except perhaps when we met for the first time, when you told me you'd die before giving up."

She laughed, and he scooped her up abruptly into his arms, carried her over to his coffin, and lay her down inside. She gazed up at him, her eyes seeming to pierce through him, and he grinned suddenly. He lowered himself down atop her, slipping one arm under her back as he did so.

He kissed her again, pressing his hips against hers, and she moaned softly. This time she broke the kiss after a long while and then ran a hand along the inside of his thigh whilst smiling coquettishly. "Do you want something, Alucard?" Her hand slid over to caress his erection through his clothes.

He began removing her dress savagely, desperate to get the suddenly offending garment off. She grinned, apparently amused by his loss of control, and ran her hands up and down his chest.

He managed to get the dress up to her waist, but then she caught him by his tie and pulled him in for another long kiss. They broke apart, and he threw aside his trench coat, then set about removing the dress entirely and laying it beside the coffin on the floor.

Now her hands set to work on his clothing. With his help, she soon had his shirt and tie off. She paused then, running her fingertips slowly down his chest toward the clasp of his pants, so slowly he thought he would howl in frustration. As she began unbuttoning them, he removed her bra and began teasing her breasts with his lips and tongue.

Her fingers faltered and stopped working on his pants, and her eyes glazed over. Her mouth formed a small O, but then suddenly she was unzipping his pants and pushing them down as far as she could, a savage hunger in her eyes.

He raised his body, removing the last of his clothing, then removed her panties and resettled himself on top of her. She lay suddenly still beneath him, her eyes half closed.

"Are you okay?" he asked her, his voice husky.

She opened her brilliant eyes wide. "No, I've just…your skin feels so nice."

He kissed her tenderly this time, and caressed her body, reveling in her skin's silken texture. "Be mine forever," he murmured.

She smiled almost angelically. "I would like that."

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