"Nobody truly knows anybody." I hear you say in my ear quietly. I was a bit in shock.

"But I want to know you, I want to be close to you." I admit, putting my hand on your smooth chest. You're skin is soft and hard like a crystal. And I can't stop touching it. I pout at your comments. Wondering what you meant.

"You can know me." you say. "But do you really what to deal with it? Do you wish to be tied to me?"

"What are you talking about?" I blink, confused. "I'm not going to be turned you git!" I lightly scold you.

"Not now." you whisper. "Later." You run your fingers through my hair. Twirling it around his finger. Now I was really confused.

"Bond with me." You say abruptly. My eyes widen, I sit up from the small cot in the attic. Wondering what you were suggesting.

"Be my mate, and then you will truly know me." You say, turning on your side, leaning on your elbow. You look at me with this hunger I cannot fully describe. You're eyes are on fire wanting for me to understand. "Drink from me Integra, know my thoughts like I know yours." you almost begs. "I want you know me, I want you so bad to be my equal."

My jaw drops. "I'm not sure I can do that. I feel as if I will not be myself." I explain. "I feel as if I will be under your control."

"You won't."

That was a lie.

My eyes jolt open, I gasp. It was just a dream, I sigh in relief. I feel around for my surrounding. I was in Samuel's bed. I had spent the night. I should call Walter, he probably was wondering where I am. I sit up, my eyes adjusting to his dark room. Samuel wasn't in the bed. I quirk my eyebrows. Hm. I get up, going to the bathroom, washing my face. It felt nice. I felt a little hungover, had I been drinking? I don't remember. Maybe he convinced me to stay the night and have a few drinks.

I look in the mirror. My eyes had bags underneath them, and I was in Samuel's button-up shirt. My hair was a bit of a mess. I brush it, getting the kinks out. I leaned over the sink, trying to figure out what happened last night.

But nothing, no memory came to mind.

I rinse my mouth out with mouthwash. I shake my the bathroom. I make my way out the bedroom, out into the hallway. The smell of bacon, eggs, and pancakes filled the air. Curious I make my way to the kitchen. I push through the double doors, and find Samuel cooking on the island stove. For as hungover as I felt, it smelled nice. I came at the right time, he was just finishing up. He slid the last batch of scrambled eggs on a big plate, putting it to the side. He notices my presence.

"Hello." He greets me, with a smile. I smile back. I sit at the island.

"Hello." I greet back. I take in the smell.

"Where is Connie?" I ask. Curious as to why she wasn't at the island, waiting for breakfast.

"She left earlier for her tutoring." he explains. I put my brow together.

"How old is she?" I asked.

"She's four." He states, making me a plate without me asking. Wow, I guess she really was old enough for that. Then I thought for a moment, four years ago Samuel was happily married for someone else. I wonder who else he had been with in that time. I shake the thought.

"You don't have to that." I say to him, gesturing towards the plate he was making for me. His plate was already made, sitting to the side.

"Well I want to." He says, smiling softly. He sets the plate in front of me. A little cup of sugar, Strawberries, 2 small pancakes, scrambled eggs, and two strips of bacon. He poured himself a cup of coffee, he drank it black.

"This looks delicious!" I clap my hands together. He hands me a fort. I take a bite as of scrambled eggs. They were buttered and peppered overly so. They were very hot, but it tasted great. I then dipped a strawberry in the small sugar cup. I hummed. I see him grin out the corner of my eye.

This was normal. This is what normal people did on the weekdays. Their child at school while they eat breakfast before work. Making small talk before working the 9 to 5 shift. I couldn't help feel this way, I liked feeling this way, I liked feeling normal. Just an ordinary woman, on an ordinary day. No vampires, no organtizon to run. Just a man and woman, in a kitchen. I could leave everything behind for this feeling. As selfish as that might be.

"I'm glad you like it." He says, noticing my hum of pleasure as I eat.

I nod, a mouth full of food. Once I swallow, I then ask "What happened last night?"

He chuckles, and sets down his coffee. "You got tipsy, after we went on a walk with Connie, she wanted to go out with Vincent, so we drank some wine and listened to old records." He says. "You had a little bit too much wine, and broke your glass when you tried to walk up the stairs." He then takes my glasses off the counter and hands them to me, I take them, seeing the crack on the left spectacle. I sigh. Great.

I set them aside.

"Is that all?" I question.

"Yep, you are pretty tame when intoxicated." he joked. I stare at him deadpan. He clenches his teeth.

"Sorry." he say, picking up his coffee again. He takes a sip. "Do feel sick?" He asks.

I shake my head. "No, Just a pick dizzy." I say, I take a bite a of bacon. It was chewy and thick. Hm.

He starts to eat with me.

"Thank you for the breakfast." I say.

"It's no issue. I like cooking." he says, a smile on his face. He was quite chirper, then again he didn't have a hangover. I finish eating.

I can't believe I drank last night, what was I thinking? Something could have happened, and I wouldn't be able to help. I guess I shouldn't spend so much time in my second life. But you have made my first unbarble. I will never stop trying to get away from you

Ever.

I stand up, "Also what happened to my clothes?" I ask.

He chuckles. "You took them off because you didn't want to 'throw up.' On them." He explains to me.

I laugh at myself. "Did I throw up?" I ask.

"No." he shakes his head, smiling. "That shirt looks good on you by the way." He winks. He then goes behind me, wrapping his arms around me. I lean my head back. The back of my head touching his chest. He smelled good, even earlier in the morning. He was still in his clothes from yesterday. Alcohol and faint after shave. He smelled worn. He kisses the back of my head. I hum. His lips were thick underneath his beard. I could feel them. His warm hands travel underneath my- his shirt, I sink into him. His hands were strong and gripped me, I felt safe. He was human, humans were weak, vulnerable, corruptible. But he is mine. He wasn't weak or vulnerable, or corruptible. He was my human. The more I spent time with him, the less guilty I feel. The less attached to you I am. I am getting over you, your rent free stay in my mind is over now. I don't want you anymore. It's him. It's truly him

We end up getting ready, I shower first, then he showers. I put on my coat. Getting ready to leave to go home.

I did not want to go home. But I had to. I had to go back to my first life, then one I want to escape. He meets me by the door. He kisses me before I leave. We give each other our goodbyes and I leave. The drive home was long and depressing, The late spring was becoming more noticable. The mornings weren't cold anymore, and I had less need for my coat. I liked the warmer seasons. The heat from the morning sun heated up my car. Enough to where I had to open my window. Once I got home, there was a huge change in my emotional state. I felt depressed, I wanted to hide in my room and not come out. But I had a job to do. I go to my office to see what fresh hell I had to deal with. Walter stood in front of my desk. He turns, pleasantly surprised.

"Oh Sir Integra!." he exclaims. He approaches me, "I was wondering where you were. We have a situation." He says, his tone low. "There was an attack in Wales. Two children were killed, and one adult, the other is missing." He says, handing me a packet of papers.

Guilt hits like a train. How could I have abandoned my post over something that was even an issue? I should have went home as soon as I figured out I was overreacting. Now two children were dead because I couldn't put my relationship aside. I sit at my desk, looking over the report.

"Once Alucard wakes, send him out, I want this over with." I say in a low tone. The report said that a married couple were attacked while they slept.

If I would just been here instead of indulging in my selfiness, I could have saved these children and their parents. I sit with my head in my hands. Wondering what I should do next.

"We shall wait till night, it sounds like one of the parents was turned. Now there two of them possibly wondering about trying to find there next kill." I say. He nods.

"This will end tonight." I say sternly.

That evening I went to the place of the crime, there were blood that stained the walls. And everything was thrown about the house. I stopped by a window that had be broken through, there was defiantly two of them that left. I picked up a shard of glass to examine it. Dark dried blood. I set it back down. And examine the window again, I could see blood that covered the window seal. There was definitely a struggle. I walk around the house, going to the childrens bedroom. Blood stain their beds. Gulit hits me once more. These children, didn't have to die for my selfiness. They could still be alive, still breathing, going to school, living a simple, happy life.

I frown, entering the bedroom. Most of the blood was on the pillows. They were most likely bitten, and drained until they died. No one deserves a death like that, especially children. But I didn't know these children. Nobody truly knows anybody. So why do I feel guilty? Because i'm a human being, despite how hard I might try to act more than human. That's what I am. These Children are dead because I am human. Selfish, corrupt, fragile.

I feel sick with myself.

I go back to the Living room where Walter stands.

"There are two of them for sure." I tell him. "And it seems there was a struggle, I am assuming the other adult was not a willing participant in this."

"An easy kill." Walter said. "They will not want to live as an unwilling slave." He says.

"Hm." I nod.

"Both children were most likely killed first, then the husband, and then the wife was taken." I say, lighting a cigar. "It's almost sundown."

"Alucard is getting ready." Walter says. I wince at the name. He takes notice, and raises his brow. But I don't say anything.

"Good, this should be easy for him. This crime scene looks sloppy, probably a newborn, an older vampire wouldn't be so disorganized." I state. I finish my cigar. "I'll be in the car." I say. He nods.

We drive home, and I head to my office. My men giving me updates on Alucard's position. I kept having my messages relayed for Alucard. I did not wish to speak with him. I couldn't speak with him. How cowardly of me.

Once I heard the message Alucard had successfully killed one of the vampires, I felt myself become more relaxed. I wonder where the other one was, did the head vampire kill them themselves? That could be a possibility, newborns were far more sadtic than older vampires. They could have taken their meal away, torture them, and then drain them. It's not completely out of the realm of possibility.

I got a phone call. It was one of my men.

"Sir Hellsing! I have a report!" The soldier explains.

"Go ahead." I state.

"No second vampire has been found, we have been looking, no sign of any other undead." He says to me. He seemed a little out of breath.

"Keep looking, until you exhaust all of the places they could be hiding." I order.

"Yes sir." He says, and then hangs up. A half an hour later I get another call.

"Sir Integra!" A soldier says. "I have another report, no body as been found, and Mr. Alucard has found no body as well."

"Thank you Soldier. You may leave your post." I tell him.

"Yes Sir!" He hangs up.

I sigh in relief. It was over, or maybe not, maybe the newborn was good at hiding. I shake off the idea. No way, with a master that sloppy, there is no way. I immediately call walter to type up a report, giving him the information I know. I hang up. I stand, and look out the window behind my desk. My mind still on those children. Gulit still eating at me. Even still, My organization only cleans up after the messes of vampires, not prevent it. Then I thought of Samuel and his organization, he sold weapons. His organization prevented such things. Weapons to kill the undead. But he only sold to private companies and governments, not common people. It's a shame, lives could be saved. Maybe I could suggest it to him.