Chapter Two: It's Fair, In a Way

"Pascale? Are you in?" I looked up at the door, hearing Walter knocking on the other side vigorously.

I waited a few moments, questioning weather or not I should open it. I decided to actually stand up from the comfort of my bed and allow him entrance.

His shift had been over an hour ago, and normally would come and keep me company for a few hours, then go off to do whatever he did on his free time.

"Where have you been?" he asked, stepping around me to enter the room.

"In here…" I sighed, closing the door, "Reading."

I wasn't exactly a perfect liar, but I came close. Hiding things that bother me are a breeze, but when it came to the butler, I was an open book.

"Lies," he stated, sitting on the chair at my desk, "Something is bothering you. Tell me."

I returned to my seat on the bed, kitting my eyebrows together, "There isn't anything wrong. I just need my time alone, you of all should know this by now." I ran my fingers through my apple-blonde hair, pulling my bangs out of my face.

"Anything to do with Acton, perhaps?" He really could read me like a book.

"Look-"

"I know what happened, and I personally don't see why it is such a big deal. He's practically your brother."

"But, he isn't. And, to tell you the truth, I don't know why it is bothering me so much." I felt my face grow warm, despite the coolness of the basement air.

Walter almost seemed to drift over, taking a seat next to me on my bed. He tilted his head to the side. "You don't know?"

"I don't, I really don't."

I knew the incident wasn't that big of a deal, and maybe I was being a tad bit dramatic, but it really bothered me.

"Alright, I'll take your word for it, then. I heard about the dancing lessons, as well. How do you feel about that?"

"I think it sound's fun." I answered, "I've always want to learn."

Though, you need grace in order to dance.

"Really? Then, you should have said that earlier, I could have taught you, personally." his blue eyes almost glowed in the darkened light.

"Since when do you know how to dance?" Stupid question to ask.

"I've been around for awhile, you know." He remarked quietly, looking down at his feet.

I knew that he was a traitor to the Hellsing organization, also that he was a FREAK vampire, and that his youth was all a lie. He would be well in to his nineties, now if he had remained human, but still look as though he was fourteen or fifteen. It was scary, really. To think, Walter wasn't really my age, he wasn't really fourteen.

"Yes, but I really never thought to ask you." I didn't really want to go too in-depth into it.

"I understand." he stated firmly.

It made conversations awkward whenever it came up, him being a vampire. I'd always wanted to ask about it, but I knew not to.

A heavy knock came from outside my door, one that could only be made by one person.

"Hide!" I exclaimed in a whisper, pushing him off the bed.

His first response was the closet, almost knocking everything out of it before he actually fit himself into properly, closing the door, quietly.

"Come in!" I called out.

The door slowly opened with a creek, and I heard Walter hold his breath.

"Pascale?" my father's voice was quiet.

"Hey, dad," I stood up, patting down my shirt. "Welcome back."

The past week he'd been in France, situating some things with his family. To tell you the truth, I don't see much of my parents. They are busy, and all, but it seems so constant. I barely noticed that he was gone.

He walked over, giving me a small hug. "How have you been?" his accent was at a high point.

He always had it, but when he came back from France, where he obviously spoke mostly French, it was always a whole lot stronger.

"Good, good. How was your trip?" I smiled.

"It was alright, though, I'm pretty worn out."

"Why don't you go get some sleep, then?" I know it was very rude to say that, but I really didn't want Walter in my closet forever.

"Are you sure, it's not late, I can-"

"It's okay, we can get something to eat later, or something, when your awake. I know your tired, just get some sleep, but don't forget to see mum before she goes off on another mission. I think she'd be heartbroken."

"Alright, but I'm going to find you when I wake up, no matter what you are doing, understand?"

I faked a solute, "Sir, yes, sir."

He smiled, walking back out, shutting the door with a small thud.

I suppose that's what I like about him, he can take a hint pretty easily.

With a huff, Walter burst out of the closet, taking a few things with him. It was kinda scary how gracefully he stood up, though.

"Sorry," I mumbled bashfully. "I really don't think he of all people would appreciate having you alone with me, period."

"I know, I know, it makes perfect sense. Was he in France, again?"

…

"You wished to see me, my master?"

She turned to find the vampire looming behind her.

"Yes, I did…" Integra lit another cigar.

"Hmm…?" Alucard smirked, creeping over behind her.

"About the little vampire girl."

This subject annoyed him so, almost as much as thinking about his sire and that… Frenchman.

"What about her…?" he inquired, laying his head on her shoulder.

She patted his head, like she would a faithful dog. "I'm just curious about her."

"I've answered too many questions about Iden and Acton already-"

"No, this is just about her. Where does her loyalty stand?"

Odd question.

"What do you mean exactly?"

Her voice was cold, but still so charming. "She isn't like Seras. You have no control over her. Her father is a mercenary. She's also close to the butler. The butler…" She groaned, biting her cigar a bit harder.

"You don't trust her…? She seems rather loyal, like her mother. An about

"They're coming you know, Millennium. Along with Iscariot… What if she isn't loyal? What if she's working with the but- Walter? He's a FREAK."

"Then keep him away, and keep her under watch. She doesn't appear to have a traitor attitude."

"This event… This 'party'. Their all coming… here. All of them. I just… She may be too powerful to allow such a long leash. Her parents have no time for her, they can't stop her from idiotic decisions."

"And what of Acton and Iden?"

Integra glared at him, "What do you mean?"

"Their leash is longer, wouldn't you agree?"