Hellsing Manor, London
The car stopped at the manor's main entrance, Integra didn't even bother to wait for her manservant to open her door for her, and she simply got out herself, waltzed straight into her office and lit up a cigar.
Pierre walked calmly after his master and watched as she tried to calm herself down. He casually leaned against the wall, just watching her. Integra took two long strokes from her cigar before she drew her attention away from the window.
Integra shot a glance at Pierre, "So I take it you heard everything that was said in that meeting?" She asked him before she looked out the window once again.
"Yes, Sir Integra I did," a smile played on his lips hardly something Pierre did, "Sir Michelle knows how to… lets say make people flinch whenever he talks." He folded his arms over his chest, another thing he hardly does in the company of his master.
Integra turned and faced her servant. "You seem rather relaxed Pierre, is there something I should know about?" she asked letting a smile crawl onto her lips.
"It's nothing Sir Integra," he replied standing upright with his arms folded behind his back, "perhaps I am just excited about seeing my homeland, France after all there years, even if it is only for a day or two."
She walked towards him, "So why didn't you just ask for a day's leave? I would have been fine without you."
"I know that Sir Integra, however that is not what my father taught me. He said that I must always remain at my master's side no matter what the cost and that is what I shall continue to do."
"Aw, how sweet!" said a voice from behind Pierre. Alucard phased through the wall fully dressed. "Such a good little human servant," he continued to toy with Pierre.
"That is quit enough Alucard. Is something wrong? If not I suggest you get back to the sub-levels and sleep, dawn is coming," Integra ordered growing impatient with her vampire's little mocks.
"I thought you should be informed my Master, about the little fight here during your absence…"
"What?!" Integra crushed her cigar between her fingers, furious that she was not informed of this event earlier.
"It was nothing to be THAT concerned about; it was just a little friendly match."
"Yes, well your meaning of 'friendly' is some what different than what it really means," Integra sighed wondering if her father knew what he was doing when he captured Alucard.
"There is no damage to the manor, just a bloodied corridor," he said turning on his heel to leave, "Oh yes, Pierre I know you are rather religious and those thoughts… Tsk, tsk, there is no room for philandering. So I suggest you go and ask forgiveness for your little sin!" he muttered to Pierre as he phased through the wall.
"God, this is the last thing I needed!" growled Integra, "Pierre please send the cleaning staff to clean up Alucard's mess."
"Very well Sir Integra," he said bowing his head, acknowledging his task.
Pierre left to attend to his task, leaving Integra to calm down before she most likely shoots Alucard square in the head for irritating her further. He woke the maids sleeping in the servants' quarters in the manor, putting on his most charming smile. He knows all too well that the majority of the female staff has a crush on him.
He made his way down to the barracks, where the soldiers slept. He woke them, grinning widely at the grunting soldiers as Pierre drew back the curtains. Pierre walked in the sub-levels to his room.
He removed all his clothes, save his boxers and took a fifteen minute nap before he went back to work. He woke up finding his MASTER in his room.
He shot up from his bed and stood as straight as an arrow. "Sir Integra is something the matter?" He asked avoiding direct eye contact.
Integra laughed softly as she heard the concern in his voice. She looked at him with gentle eyes, something only a number of people see.
"Nothing is the matter Pierre though you might want to put some clothes on…" she said calmly, looking at his well muscled body.
Pierre quickly pulled his clothes on that lay next to him on a chair. Once he was some what properly dressed he looked at Integra in the eye –embarrassed that his master saw him like this.
"Oh yes, Sir Michelle is coming for dinner tonight to discuss the finer details of this Armageddon mission. You know what he likes but try to keep it a traditional English menu," Integra said as she turned on her heel to leave.
Once she closed the door behind her, Pierre sank into his chair.
That fucking vampire, I hate it when he reads my mind… But I should also thank him, I nearly forgot my place and my vow to protect my master and not get emotionally involved, Pierre thought to himself.
Pierre straightened his clothes before he left to attend to daily tasks. He told the maids what needed cleaning and he would give the soldiers their new weapons.
He thought of what the menu could be for tonight; a cold meat platter for a starter, leg of mutton for the main course, fine wine from the cellar and some tea for dessert. Yes, that would be good, he thought.
He strode to the kitchen and told the chef what to make for tonight's guest, as well as where to get the best ingredients.
Pierre gave the maids instructions on how to lay the table tonight. I wonder what father would say if he knew that my skipped a beat every time she looked at me those angelic like eyes, Pierre asked himself, only being able to imagine what his father's reaction would be.
Pierre ran another final check-up with the chef, making sure everything is to Integra's liking and of course Sir Michelle's liking as well.
Integra sat quietly in her office waiting for night to fall. She looked longingly at her father's portrait wondering what he would say if he saw her now, doubting her past decisions.
A soft knock on her office doors interrupted her train of thought. "Come in," Integra said loudly.
Pierre stepped into her office carrying the usual silver tray with her evening tea. He lay the tray down on a dark coffee table by the door and took her tea to her.
"Thank you Pierre. What time will Sir Michelle be arriving?" she asked grimly.
"He said he would be arriving at eight o'clock, Sir Integra," he replied as he carefully gave Integra her tea.
Integra took a sip of her tea and looked at Pierre, surprised at his selection of tea. "How did you know that Earl Grey is my favorite?"
"It was something my father taught me, he said that the best is always local produce, or in this case tea," he chuckled slightly remembering how his father use to give him lessons on how to be the best butler he can be.
"You seem very relaxed these days Pierre, what is it?" Integra asked with curiosity.
"Oh, well… I received a letter from my father today, saying that he is alright and safe in France," he said coolly, taken back by his master's question.
"Pierre-"Integra began but she was cut off by her phone ringing again. "Hmmnn, thank you," she put the phone down and looked at Pierre with a blank expression, "I hope the staff in the kitchen is ready because Sir Michelle decided to arrive rather early. How rude, not being able to keep with a fixed time." Integra muttered to herself.
Integra walked out after her manservant and asked, "Please get some cigars from the cellar. Oh and keep Alucard away until our guest leaves."
"Very well Sir Integra," Pierre replied in a low tone.
She strode to her room and walked into her closet. She walked past dozens racks of dresses –most of then she never wore and never will.
Pierre strode into her closet and came to a halt right beside his master.
Integra held up a black mini dress in front of her. "What the young generation wears these days is disgraceful," she said as she tossed it to one side.
She moved to a different rack and looked at every dress in disgust. Pierre followed after her.
"Yes, everything is smaller in this day and age!" he commented as he looked at some of her dresses.
Integra held up an emerald green dress from the rack, but tossed it to one side, nearly throwing it in Pierre's face. Her eyes scanned yet another rack.
"Yes, all except the bloody vampires," Integra snorted as she held up a cream colored frilly dress.
"May I be some of assistance?" Pierre asked calmly as he walked past her. He walked all the way to the other side of the room, to the furthest rack.
"This will suit our beauty perfectly," he said coolly as he handed Integra a midnight blue silk dress with a long slit from the thigh downwards, on the right hand side of the dress.
He left Integra alone to dress knowing that she would agree with his choice.
Integra slipped into the dress and looked at herself in a full length mirror. A silk choker suddenly appeared around her neck. In the centre is a sapphire the size of a nickel. It is surrounded by small diamonds, a small string of diamonds drapes down her neck and a pure silver cross hangs on the end.
"There, now you are perfect," purred Pierre from behind her as he tied the choker around her delicate neck.
"Thank you Pierre. I don't what I would have done with out you!" Integra said as she looked into his night blue eyes through his reflection in the mirror. She took off her glasses and applied a pair contact lenses instead.
"Sir Michelle is on his way," Pierre stated as he straightened her long blonde hair.
Integra put on a pair of silver high heel shoes; she made her way down to the foyer and sat down on one of the red velvet chairs next to the window.
She gazed at the cloud covered sky and listened to the soothing sound of the rain falling from the sky.
Integra got up and strode towards the main door hearing Michelle's car drive up to the manor.
The maids opened the door for him and welcomed him warmly. He waltzed towards Integra giving one of the maids his fur collared coat.
Typical French, she thought in the back of her mind.
"Ah, good evening Sir Integra. It is certainly a pleasure to be here in the Hellsing manor," he said planting a gentle kiss onto Integra's hand, "May I say you look beautiful tonight, you should wear a dress of this caliber more often."
"Thank you, Sir Michelle-"
"Oh no, it is just Michelle," he said kissing her hand yet again and his loosely tied hair fell like a curtain in front of his handsome face as he did so.
Integra took Michelle to the dining room and sat down on one end of the long table while Michelle sat on the other.
Pierre came into the room carrying the starters on a silver tray. He first gave a plate to Integra then to Michelle.
Once they finished their starter, Pierre took the plates away and served the main course, roasted leg of mutton.
"Well, you certainly know how to make a Frenchman feel at home," Michelle said sarcastically.
"That was my very intension," Integra replied looking straight as him.
"Well, it looks delicious, who is the chef?" Michelle asked, looking at Integra with a charming smile he uses to lure all his women to bed.
Integra chuckled slightly at his question, "The main chef actually just served you your meal."
"I know Pierre is a man with many talents, but I would have never guessed cooking was one of them."
They ate in silence; neither of them was comfortable with just plain socializing and not waging plans of war against the undead.
Once dinner was over they moved to the study for dessert. Pierre served them warm honey bush tea and fine cigars from Integra's private collection.
"So, a woman as beautiful as yourself should be taken, no?" Michelle asked curiously, his French accent kicking in on his English.
"I could ask you the same question, Michelle," Integra chuckled slightly as she replied.
Pierre came in carrying a small box with five cigars inside. He held the box in front of Integra as she took on from its silk cushion.
He did the same with Michelle; they both held the cigar and lit them with good old fashioned match sticks.
Pierre resided next to the fire place waiting for further orders. His blood started to boil as he saw the way Michelle looked at Integra. Michelle always had a soft spot for beautiful women, especially stubborn ones and unfortunately for Integra she was both.
Michelle loved playing with women physically and emotionally n his free time. Pierre felt some sort of possessive feeling for his master at that time.
"All right, enough jokes, let's talk business," Integra said all too seriously.
"Very well, what do you wish to know?" Michelle asked returning the cold, serious tone.
There was a brief silence before Integra spoke again. "When will my agents need to depart to France? As you know transporting them is rather troublesome."
"Yes well, how soon will you be able to get them there?" he asked back.
"I might be able to get them to France by tomorrow night, if that is in order."
Michelle merely nodded, everything was now in order. With that Michelle left and bid his host a final farewell in the form of a kiss on the lips.
Integra stood there in shock, paralyzed by Michelle's lure. He stepped back, breaking the spell over Integra. Pierre saw this and an uncontrollable wave of anger washed over him.
Michelle took a weary step backwards, holding his head in between his strong hands. "What is this?" he grunted. "It feels like something is crushing my head!"
Pierre quickly realized that Michelle's unexplainable pain was the result of his own anger.
Control yourself, control the energy, Pierre mused to himself.
Michelle's pain left as quickly and unexpectedly as it had come. He stood there for a moment to collect his thoughts before he turned to Integra.
"Forgive me, I do not know what happened," he would admit that much. "I bid you a good evening, Integra." With that he got his coat and left.
Integra retreated to her office, as usual. Pierre followed his master, waiting for orders. Integra sat on the edge of her dark stained desk.
Pierre looked at her at that moment, her eyes are that of an angel and the moon cast a silver halo atop her head.
"What are you looking at? Did you want to say something Pierre?" she asked in soft gentle tone.
"N-nothing, Sir Integra," he replied as soon as he returned to reality. "It's just such a beautiful evening."
Integra looked at him with devious look. "What were you really looking at, and be honest."
Can I tell her? Should I tell her? Pierre mused in his mind repeatedly. He took a step towards her, only a single step. "I made a vow with my father five years ago, when I first came here…"
"However tonight I am strongly considering breaking that vow." He sighed.
"And what is this vow you took?" Integra asked curiously.
"To never get involved with my master…" his voice trailed off before he added, "emotionally."
Integra could not help but let out a sharp gasp. She let her gaze drop to the marble floor. "I made a vow to, but it was many years ago when my Father died. I made a vow to remain a virgin for the duration of my life," she said harshly, "but tonight I may consider breaking that vow…"
Pierre had no idea how he got over to Integra, but he did. They looked deep into each other's eyes before their lips met with a tender kiss.
The tender kiss was soon replaced with fierce, passionate kiss.
Pierre held her in his arm, and used his free hand to run across the exposed flesh on her thigh, by the slit in the dress.
Integra pulled his black tie lose and let her fingers dance down his shirt, undoing every button on their decent downwards. She slipped her hands beneath his shirt, ran her hands over his stomach and chest.
Pierre's muscles coiled at her light touch. He shifted her legs wider apart with his waist, until their waists brushed against each other. He cupped her silk covered breast as he started to unzip her dress.
Alucard phased through the wall undetected by the humans, he watched as HIS MASTER touched another man and a man touch her. His wide shoulders shook uncontrollably as he let out a loud wicked laugh.
Both Integra and Pierre froze as the bitter laughter rang in their ears.
"My my, Integra I am shocked. This is supposed to be a God fearing organization. But it looks like the Virgin Queen wants to break free of her shackles!" Alucard purred in between his laughter. "Honestly fornicating with your manservant, tsk tsk." He raged a long finger at her before he turned his gaze to Pierre.
"It looks like you'll have to make a second trip to the priest, Gatekeeper!" teased Alucard as he watched Pierre gingerly let go of Integra and left. "OH my, was it something I said?"
"What is your FUCKING PROBLEM?! I swear to God" Integra shouted with firey emotion.
"My, are we swearing now? Hell hath no furry like a woman's scorn!" Alucard taunted, wagging a finger at his master.
That final comment snapped Integra's fine string of patience. She grabbed a mail opener lying next to her and flung it straight for Alucard's face.
He phased through the wall a second before the blade made contact with wall. He got to his room and filled the stale air with bitter laughter.