Disclaimer: Hellsing is not mine. (As well as Alucard's opinions)
A/N: Originally this one was the first chapter . Before you start reading, please keep in mind that writing this I DIDN'T want to tell anything bad about anyone and I'm one of those naive optimists who think that one day we will all live in perfect peace and happiness (though I'm Hellsing fan lol ). Though asking Alucard to be tolerant is probably too much, he's too old to change.. Anyways, thank you starrylark for your help!!
Alucard sauntered slowly down the hall. The matter was quite important, but not so urgent or amusing that he would just melt through the ceiling into Integral's office. Besides, he still needed time to think. Not too much. Just a little bit more. Alucard didn't like asking for things. He hated the very idea – only people who were weak and vulnerable needed to ask. Frankly, he couldn't remember the last time he had asked for anything. Alucard stopped at the doors of Integra's office to make sure that he understood the concept correctly. And to make sure that he still remembered how to do it. Properly, that was. In the past, Alucard would have simply taken whatever he wanted. But that won't work with his Master. Well, at least it won't work in this case. He arranged his face in what he hoped was an earnest expression and very deliberately walked into the room. Through the door. Integra, who assumed it was just Walter bringing her new assignments, didn't look up.
"Master."
Integra raised her head and turned her confused gaze toward Alucard. Who had just entered through the door. After a minute of uncomfortable silence, Alucard began to speak again:
"You are weak and your organization is falling apart."
Integra stared at her pet vampire. Both of them sensed that whatever should have been happening, it wasn't supposed to go like this. Awkwardly, Alucard walked over to the painting of Arthur Hellsing and turned his back to Integra, trying to regroup. This wasn't going well. There was another loooong pause.
"You need to reform your organization," he tried again, not yet turning to face his Master.
"And what would you like to suggest?" she responded, still too bewildered by her vampire's inexplicable behavior to formulate a decisive reaction to it.
"Hellsing needs to widen its jurisdiction."
"You're getting bored? There aren't enough vampires for you to hunt in England?" Integra was offended. She served her queen and country, not all of Protestantism.
"No."
"Then what?"
"You should be helping other organizations that cannot look after England themselves."
"Exactly what other organizations are you referring to?"
"Scotland Yard," said Alucard, turning around to face his Master.
"Scotland Yard? You've got to be kidding…"
"Yes. For example…you could create a fact-finding committee to investigate terrorist threats."
"Hellsing has nothing to do with terrorists."
"Ah, but you're wrong. How do you think the chips were brought to the UK? Illegals brought them."
"You think Hellsing should be chasing around illegal immigrants?!"
"When they're helping our enemies, yes. These people are hurting the organization, and that means they're hurting me. Those idiotic Turks smuggle in chips and explosive devices from all over the world. We need to eliminate them."
"Turks?!" said Integra, reaching for a cigar, "Is that what this is about?"
Alucard didn't say anything. Integra lit her cigar.
"You're unbelievable…"
"You haven't forgiven Richard."
"But 400 years, Alucard!"
"That's the beauty of hatred, Master. It never disappears."
Integra gazed at the ceiling. "Dear God, where were you during the Middle Ages?" She turned back to Alucard. "There will be no further discussion on this subject, Alucard. They are not vampires. I have nothing to do with them. And that means neither you do. Is that clear?"
"So you're assuming that a Turk can never become a vampire?"
"When he becomes one, I'll call you."
"But they are possessed by the devil," he breathed.
"'Utter Catholic'"
"Repeat"
She glared at him. "No."
"Repeat your main command."
She looked straight into his eyes, eyebrows furrowed. "Search and destroy."
He leaned in. "If I am given an order to search, I will search. Vampires can be anywhere," he said, as if Integra didn't know it already. "Among Turks as well. I mean immigrants."
Integra took a deep breath. "So this means I'll have to order you to stay away from immigrants." She stood up slowly.
"Your orders are a bit incoherent, Master," Alucard grinned. Teasing her wasn't part of The Plan, but he couldn't resist.
That was enough for Integra.
"Your brain is a bit incoherent, Servant, if you think I'm going to let you persecute your personal vendetta under the guise of Hellsing's noble mission!"
"Then we'll just wait for the enemy to attack us directly, again," grumbled Alucard.
"What did you say?!"
"At least there are no Turks in your new 'army.' I know that for a fact."
Integra crossed her arms and debated whether or not to take his bait. This was ridiculous. Idiotic vampire. She wasn't going to play his games. Finally, as authoritatively as possible, she said, "No, Vampire. This discussion is over. You are only allowed to eliminate those who have lost their souls. That is all. You may leave now." She sat down, picked up the papers in front of her, and began to scrutinize them very deliberately. Once he finally left, Integra took out the Wild Geese's files, just to check. "It's probably just a coincidence." she shivered, seeing that indeed there wasn't a single person from the Near East among them. "He wouldn't dare…"