I think this shall be the last stalling chapter attempt I make. The next chapters shall be the showdown but be warned my fellow readers and reviewers! The next update may take a while since I'm still stuck between my two ideas of the whole showdown thing; 'Gangsters of New York' in the middle of the city or in Dmitri's basement/arena/dungeon?
So far I've got two votes for 'Gangster of New York' and two votes saying Dmitri's dungeon place.
So whose vote will tip the scale hmm? XD
Anyway, this chapter kinda FINALLY sets the whole attack in motion, I mean Alucard only has so much patience right?
The air in the room was still. Not even the wind played with the light curtains. Priscilla's shallow breathing and soft weeping could be heard. Integra lay at the edge of the bed, still on her back. Her shoulders shook little by little as she let out a few dry sobs. Her legs and arms were bruised, her beautiful hair a tangled mess, matted to her head in large curled clumps. She was shaking.
Just knowing that if Dmitri hadn't shouted out for his son, Andrey would've done unspeakble things to her. Just the mere thought of him on her, his hands touching her made her shake even harder. Her stomach churned and her eyes filled with tears. She was no longer untouched. She was normal now, a mere woman. No longer superior in anyway. She knew now what it meant to be a woman, a real one.
Integra could hear herself screaming in her head as Andrey took her. She shook away those terrible images. She wasn't sure anymore if it was God who intervined or just plain luck on her part. She had never been this helpless for so long. For a long time she just lay there, face down and cried. She has hardly ever cried in her entire life, the feeling overwhelmed her.
She had come so close to destruction and shame. Never in her life had Integra felt so humiliated. After a while, her tears stopped flowing but she still heaved dry sobs. "That bastard," She would say to herself, "he defiled and tainted me. I'm not me anymore." And another wave of saddness and despair washed over her.
Soon she stopped crying all together and turned herself to lie on her back. She stared at the ceiling, totally ignoring Priscilla's wounded whimpers or her cries or her pain. Her eyes were empty, her body a shell. She felt so disgusted with herself, as if she had been covered in slime and it wouldn't wash off. Slowly she closed her eyes and lay there, silent and unmoving.
Priscilla's shallow breathing and the dripping of water the only sounds in the hotel room. Those sounds bothered Integra. How was she to wallow in self-pity if there were consant noises surrounding her?
"Self-pity was never your thing, Seras." Integra scolded the young vampire. She had come in after her mission and confessed that she felt guilty about killing all those people. She told her that she felt disgusted when she drank blood. She told Integra that she couldn't live with herself anymore for her sins.
"I will say it again." Integra repeated when Seras did not reply. "Self-pity is not your thing Seras Victoria. We learn from our experiences and embrace our mistakes." Her voice was steady and calm. "But never allow yourself feel any pity for the strength that you've built within yourself will crumble in a split-second."
That brief flashback set her tears off again. She was spouting utter nonesense then. How could she have known what self-pity was until now? Slowly Integra forced herself to get up from the bed. Immediatley her legs gave way and she collapsed to her knees, arms hugging the edge of the bed.
"How the mighty have fallen." She whispered softly to herself and again forced herself to stand up, using the bed as leverage. Once she felt stable enough, she tore the rest of her under-tunic off her and stood in the middle of the room, naked. She ran to the bathroom and prayed that the shower worked. It did. The Hellsing leader quickly jumped inside the shower and let the water rush against her body. She needed to clean his touch off her. His fingers, his hands, his skin, his lips, his tongue. Everything.
The water streamed down her back as she frantically washed herself. There was no soap, she couldn't be really clean. She held her arms over her chest, her wet hair sticking to her skin. She watched the water go straight to the grey little drain near her feet. She bit her lip. None of this is supposed to happen! How could he touch her like that? How dare he? Her nails dug into the skin of her arms as she gripped herself tightly.
Damn that man! Damn him beyond the pits of Hell! Damn! Damn! Damn!
She shook her head angrily and began rubbing her naked skin with the palms of her hands. But it didn't satisfy her. She felt unclean, damaged. The light drizzling noise of the water was the only thing she could hear. It pissed her off so much! Frustrated, she pounded her fists against the tiled wall. She grabbed the shower-head and furiously threw it on the other side of the shower. It clattered as it hit the ground, the spray of water splutted upwards as a fountain. She let out terrible growls and outraged snarls and clawed at her skin.
"Get it off me." She whispered, dragging her nails across her arms. "Get it off! Get it off!" Her voice cracked. She sounded like a scared little girl. Like she was thirteen again. Blood seeped from her wounds, mixing with the water. Integra didn't notice. she fell to her knees on the floor and felt hot tears roll down her cheeks again. Could she be any more pathetic? Could she feel more disgraced? Disgusting, vile creature. Stupid idiotic girl. Useless. Daft. Idiot. Stupid. Stupid! Stuipid!
She felt the pain as her nails dug deeply into her skin. She felt the burn in her throat, in her scratches and her heart. No matter how many times she fought him off, he would always come back. Always. He'd touch her. And kiss her. And make her feel like a cheap street whore. Shameful, degraded.
She stopped clawing her arms, legs, stomach and breasts. She could feel the blood running down the valley of her breasts, down between her legs and dripping fom her fingertips. She stared blankly at the floor. The sound of drizzling water was the only thing she could hear. She leaned her unscarred back against the cool tiles.
The water turned pinkish. Integra stared blankly as the color swirled near her feet and down the drain. Her long hair stuck to her back and she felt goosebumps rise on her skin. She felt cold. Her scratches stung as the cold air hit her nude body.
What was happening to her? She's lost her senses. This. . . This feeling of dread, of failure. It's so new to her. What should she do? What can she do? She was a prisoner. What to do, what to do?
"Alucard. . ." She heard herself cry out. "I feel so confused."
After a while of sitting on the cold floor, staring at the water jumping out from the shower-head, she put the thing back in its' place and finished her shower. Integra never thought omething like this would such an impact on her. She stared at herself in the rusted, cracked mirror. There were scratches all over her. On her neck, her thin shoulders, her arms, her breasts, her waist, her mid-riff. She had inflicted so much painful damage onto herself. It was terrifying just to see them. Some woulds still bled, some stopped. Integra glanced down at her fingernails.
There was skin lodged under them, along with crusted blood. She shivered. It will take a while for this state of mind to disappear, this damaged part of her. Sighing, she walked out of the bathroom.
Integra looked for something to wear. There was the petticoat of her dress which she had discarded earlier. Although it offered less coverage then the under-tunic, Integra settled for it and downed the flimsly fabric. The bodice was plain white and slim, pushing up her scarred breasts severley. The petticoat was airy and fluttered at the slightest hint of a breeze. Both were beyond revealing. God, she hated female clothing.
Integra then picked up the ruined under-tunic and ripped it up again to make more rags. She used the shredded cloths to keep the maid's fever down. One of her wounds had festered terribly and the blonde Hellsing woman hadn't noticed it till later when the damage was already done.
As she walked out of the bathroom with a dripping wet rag, she heard shouts and yelling and stomping feet running up and down the corridor. The voices sounded panicked, frantic. The shouts rang through the halls.
Integra scoffed. "Hope there's a fire." She muttered bitterly as she gently dabbed the wet cloth over Priscilla's forehead. The girl was so pale, Integra could see the tiny blue veins snaking along her forehead and neck through her skin. Her black tresses were matted and stuck to her forehead with sweat. She moaned here and there and winced.
Integra sat down next to the laying form of the young girl and watched as her pretty face scrunched up in obvious pain. Priscilla whimpered and her hands clenched briefly into small fists.
"Poor girl," Integra said with pity in her voice, "she doesn't deserve this kind of trauma." Then she laughed to herself. "Neither of us do." She added softly.
The platinum blonde sighed and shook her head. She can't believe she even got into this kind of situation. Everything seems so unreal, like a very bad nightmare.
Said nightmare wasn't obviously coming anywhere near an end when there were several loud, booming crashes just outside the hotel room door. Integra sprang from the bed just as a girl came barreling in the room, looking wild and hungry.
"Hellsing," The girl sang eagerly in a croaked voice. "Hellsing!"
"What do you want, bloodsucker?" Integra sneered, her face twisted in an angry grimace. She fixed the vampire girl with a glacial glare. The girl merely gazed back, her lips stretched wide in a nasty, wolfish grin showing all her pointed, sharp teeth and elongated fangs. Her chest heaved up and down, like she had been out of breath when she came bursting through the damn door.
"Introduction first." The girl said in that same croaked voice. "Dementia." She said pointing to herself. "I smell virgin blood, Hellsing." Dementia sang again in that eerie voice and her eyes widened as she licked her lips like a hungry cat. Integra immediately spread her arms out protectively, blocking the view of the sick Irish girl on the bed. She intensified her glare at the vampire and her top lip curled back in a silent snarl, showing all her white teeth.
"You try and touch her, you despicable piece of trash and you will die."
"Who says I want that girl?" The vampire answered with a husky laugh. Her English was muffled by a thick Russian accent. "I want Hellsing blood." She said, cackling.
Integra barely managed to avoid Dementia's sudden lunge. She had dived quickly to the side, rolling on the floor and hitting her left side on the wall. Integra winced as brief pain shot through her body like little jolts of fire. Again, the vampire girl lunged at the fallen blonde Hellsing and Integra dodged yet again, Dementia's fangs missing her neck by an inch. The Nosferatu smacked against the wall after missing Integra yet again and slid to the floor. Integra rolled again to the other side, away from her. Quickly getting up before Dementia attacked again, Integra braced herself and grit her teeth.
She needed to protect Priscilla. She was a part of Hellsing and she was in danger too. If this vampire wanted blood than better it be hers rather than an innocent's. She needed to distract her, keep her away from Priscilla. This was the plan so far.
"Come and get me bitch." Integra taunted with a smug smirk on her face. The blonde vampire snarled and charged at the Hellsing again, grabbing her by her middle and tackling her to the floor. Integra struggled with all her might to not let Dementia's long fangs get to her neck.
The vampire grabbed a fistful of Integra's hair and banged her head viciously on the hardwood floor. She heard the Hellsing yell as her head came smashing down on the floor again. But Integra lashed out, flailing her arms about and hoping to hit the girl on her. She managed to scratch Dementia's face with her nails.
The vampire growled and her hold on the platinum blonde loosened. Integra took the advantage. She swung her fist and felt her knuckles connect with the Russian girl's lower jaw. Dementia let out a yowl as she felt her jaw go crooked. A human shouldn't be able to break a vampire's jaw!
She got knocked back from the surprise blow and Integra scrambled to her feet as quickly as she could. But instead of running, she tackled the vampire back onto the floor with her on top. Her hand groped around for the nearest thing she could find and grabbed a table leg from the smashed coffee table. Using the blunt instrument as a club, Integra smacked the girl underneath her with it across the face, back and forth until she saw Dementia spit out blood.
Dementia thrashed and bucked, trying to throw her off but Integra's weapon made her disoriented and it hurt her so much. Integra bludgeoned the girl's head with as much force she could muster.
"Fucking maggot!" She swore, screaming at the top of her lungs. "I don't die easy!"
"Neither do I!" Dementia shouted back and managed to roll around so that she was now on top of the Hellsing blonde. She grinned wolfishly and brought her fangs down onto Integra's perfect, white neck. Integra pushed hard against the girl's collar-bone to stop her disgusting advance on her.
The struggle continued, both women grunting and groaning as they fought. Dementia's jaws were nearing Integra's throat. The vampire was much stronger then the Hellsing leader and because of her strength she was winning. She thrashed with all her might and shuddered when she felt Dementia's fangs touch her. Feeling desperate and royally pissed off, Integra released one of her hands from holding the vampire back and punched her again. Dementia still grinned as a new trail of blood trickled from the corner of her mouth, her fangs now slightly piercing the platinum blonde's skin. Integra shrieked and hit her again, her fist closed, her temper raging. but as Dementia took the second blow, her fangs managed to bite into Integra's neck.
Well, since all the screaming and fighting, who could stay asleep? Priscilla was, naturally, woken up by the noise of the two Amazon women going at it. She watched fearfully as Integra fought off her foe, brutally smashing the vampire's head with a severed coffee table leg she had found on the floor. Priscilla still felt extremely weak and now she was worried for Integra's welfare. But what could she, a weakened and wounded girl do? She was in no state to fight and she couldn't stand watching her employer fight for her life two feet away from her. She had to do something, anything would do!
So, to skip all the heroic feelings coursing through the maid's veins, Priscilla decided on helping out Sir Hellsing as much as she could. Just as she hardened her resolve and brazened up a bit, she saw her chance. The vampire had Integra in a clinch and was biting down into the woman's neck. Integra had let out an outraged yell, a losing battle-cry. That's when something she didn't expect happened.
Integra was focused on at least breaking a few of Dementia's teeth and postpone her biting into her a bit longer. She smashed her skull into Dementia's and hit her with her hands, legs and fist as much as she could. But Dementia looked crazed enough to not even flinch at the damage she was getting. Seriously running out of ideas, Integra tried to keep the jaws of the bloody monster away from her but she was failing. Dementia's fangs have already bitten into her neck and she could feel her blood, her virgin blood, seeping out of the tiny wounds.
Then as she continued to wrestle with the snapping jaws of the blood-thirsty vampire, she saw a large board-like object above Dementia's head come crashing down. It shattered to pieces as it conneted with the blonde's head. Completely taken by surprise, Dementia swiftly turned around to see who her assaliant was. There stood poor Priscilla, holding the remains of the coffee table in her hands, absolutely paralyzed with fear. She saw Dementia move towards her and didn't move. She saw her pounce on her and didn't move. She only screamed.
"Run Sir Hellsing!" Were the last words she said before Dementia cruelly ripped her throat open and drowned in her delicious blood. The vampire seemed to have forgotten that Integra was still in the room, on the floor and totally horrified by what she just witnessed. Priscilla had given her a distraction for her and paid with her life.
Andrey stared in disbelief at his father. "What?" He croaked. He was so shocked it hurt his throat to speak. "You would kill me, Tatya?" He asked, still staring. "You would kill me if I didn't kill her? Is that your plan?" His voice, usually deep and sensual, cracked and sounded strained.
Dmitri looked at him with a raised brow and a disinterested scowl on his face. "You won't let it come to that, will you Andrey?"
"I will not kill the woman I intend to mate with!" Andrey yelled suddenly. He was red in the face, almost purple from anger and his stare of disbelief and shock had turned into one of the most cruel, glacial glares that could rival Integra's, perhaps.
"Are you telling me," Dmitri said slowly, linking his fingers. "that you are disobeying a direct order?"
"Damn right I am!" Andrey continued to shout. "This is insanity! All of this! A complete waste of time!" He waved his hands about as he spoke. He was so angry that all kinds of ridiculous ideas streamed into his head. Some ideas sounded rather appealing especially after this incident.
"The Great Alexandrovich family goes and chases after a meager half-ling that is but a boy! When and if we return to Moscow, every undead shall laugh at us! Going through all this trouble to kill a little boy!"
"If it's so fucking easy then why didn't you kill him?" Dmitri suddenly snapped back, his eyes the color of burning embers. Andrey opened his mouth to shout back his answer but fell silent. He shrank back a little and fumed silently when he saw his father smirk triumphantly.
"You're going soft, Andrey."
Just then, there was a loud crash heard from the hall, joined later by a blood curdling scream. Both Dmitri and Andrey rushed out to see what had happened and saw a bit of tattered white clothing whipping around the corner.
"What's going on!" Dmitri shouted when he saw Dementia rush out of the room. She skidded to a halt when she heard her father's yell. Andrey was behind him, staring in disbelief. Dementia was dripping in blood. There was a big red streak on half her grinning face.
"She's gone, Tatya."
"Dura! Dura!" Dmitri yelled furiously and slammed his fist into a nearby wall. The wall crumbled and blocks shattered to the floor. Swiftly turning around to face his son, Dmitri grabbed him by the collar again and shook him about madly. "Find her Andrey! Get her back!"
Her instincts told her to run. Adrenaline rushed through her, her breathing accelerated, her heart was pounding in her chest. She quickly scrambled to her feet and sprinted out the door. She ran down the hall which were teeming with vampires dressed like soldiers. She smacked bodily into a few and knocked them over but that didn't slow her down. She ran as fast as her bare legs could carry her, her ripped under-tunic fluttered as she zipped through the halls of each floor. No one stopped her, no one captured her and brought her back. They seemed to be in a state of panic and completely oblivious to the fact that their only living prisoner was passing them by, escaping them. She didn't care. All she wanted was the fresh air and the sun and to get to her mansion and Alucard.
She was on the first floor. Her heart fluttered with anticipated relief. She was almost out! Her hand reached for the golden, curved knob of the double doors, she pushed them open and a gust of wind caressed her hair and face.
She barreled herself out the doors, down the steps and through the streets. Some people stared at her, some even shook their heads. She didn't care, she just steered herself into the direction of her mansion. She couldn't believe she had escaped those Russian tyrants.
"You haven't." A voice purred lustfully into her ear and Integra jumped, startled. Her elated feeling of freedom was cruelly ripped away from her and dread washed over her again. She was far from the hotel. Here they caught her and now they were dragging her back into that hellhole. So Integra did the only thing she knew would work. She screamed.
Andrey clamped a hand over Integra's mouth to stop her shouting. His other hand circled around her waist and pulled her tightly against him. Enraged that she had been caught, Integra continued screaming into his hand and kicked her feet out, desperately trying to hit him. The people on the street didn't seem to notice much. Most ignored the scene. Andrey's hold on her body tightened and Integra let out a little squeal of pain. He twisted her head to the side so that his mouth was directly on her ear.
"Stop struggling, wench!" He hissed in her ear, his breath making the skin wet. Integra increased her thrashing about instead of listening to him. She licked his palm to get his attention and then when his grip loosened, she bit down on his long fingers very hard. A crunch was heard and Andrey let out a yelp and let go of Integra completely. She then swung her elbow backward and hit him in the stomach hard, leaving him winded. He let out a loud 'oof' and Integra made a mad dash for a more crowded street. Her breathing was heavy, her legs began to ache and she couldn't see well without her glasses but her sole instinct told her to run and survive and she sure as Hell was a survivor.
Finally getting to her temporary destination -Belvedere road- she looked around, panicked. People milled about, some going to the large ferris wheel down the road, known as 'The London eye'. Integra tried to think of all her options. she knew a simple jab in the stomach and a bite won't stop that son of a-
"Integra!"
"Fuck!" She glanced over her shoulder and saw Andrey, tall and graceful, plowing through the thin throng of people. She needed to lose him, she needed some place filled with people. Her eyes searched the street like crazy. She hated running but she had no choice. The ferris wheel loomed over the entire street, even from a distance.
"I can go there." She thought and a small breath of relief washed over her. It would be a start, if she could lose him there it would definitely help her. She started running again, taking long strides as much as she could. Her under-tunic was barely covering her. There were slashes and rips around her chest and most of the dress was shredded to hanging threads. She looked like a poor rugged homless person. She almost reached a thick crowd of people and she felt elevated.
But it was no use. She suddenly felt herself hurtling backwards, pushed by some invisible force. It carried her into an alley, away from spectators. Andrey apeared before her, panting slightly, an angry glimmer in his red eyes. Integra felt frightened yet her heart made a leap for joy when she felt him press against her once more. Andrey hastily clapped a hand over her mouth again to keep her from shouting out.
"Why the hell did you bite me?" He hissed at her in a low, velvet voice. Integra shook her head and gripped his hand covering her mouth with both her own. Grunting she managed to pull his hand off her face. She took in a large gasp of air and turned her glacial blue eyes at her captor. "Because I wanted to!" She replied, annoyed at his stupidity. Andrey glared her for a moment longer and Integra saw that angry glimmer fade from his eyes. He chuckled.
"Feisty." He complimented with a dasterdly charming smile. Integra stuck up her chin in defiance. She could feel her legs slowly begin to wobble. It was because she pushed herself, running and her body was tired. Or was it because she enjoyed listening to Andrey's voice slowly ooze into her skin or taste it in her mouth?
"I'll show you fiesty when you release me." Integra growled darky, grinding her teeth angrily. Andrey only laughed again and Integra almost melted into him. What power does he have over her? Oh how she wished she could just end his life then and there. She looked around the alley. There were a few disgusting looking dumpsters lining the brick walls of the big buildings and lots of litter covered the floor.
"Milaya moya, listen to me." He said slowly, watching as she followed every syllable roll of his tongue. "My father plans to kill you in exchange for the great insult your brat has paid us."
"I do not fear death, Adrey. Or your father."
"I am well aware of that."
"My servant will come and get me. He will make sure every one of you lie dead as dust once he's finished with you." Integra informed him proudly, waiting for him to shiver. But he did not show any fear. All he did was place his lips against her ear once more and whispered sweetly into it.
"I know that, dorogaya but you must listen to me!" Andrey whispered breathily. He opened his mouth to continue when his acute hearing picked up an intruding noise. Footsteps. They were approaching their hiding place and fast. Quickly grabbing Integra roughly by the shoulders, Andrey swung her around so that she was facing him. The platinum woman scowled irritabley at him, a consant vein was pulsating from her forehead and neck.
"Someone's coming! Quick, kiss me!"
"Are you barking mad? Me, kiss you! Never!"
"Integra I do not want us to be discovered!"
"Well, that's your problem isn't it?"
"No, lovely Hellsing." He replied, staring deeply into her eyes. Although he had no hypnotic power over her, Integra felt that something locked her entire body into place. It was the sheer intensity of his eyes boring into her, burning like hot red pokers. His voice reached her ears and it made her blue eyes widen once she heard them. "It is our problem. If someone finds you here, they will take you away and I will no longer be able to vouch for your safety. You will be dead before you hit the ground."
"Now kiss me!" He hissed again and seeing that she was still unwilling to listen he bent forwards to kiss her himself. Integra watched as if in slow motion Andrey's lips slowly inch towards her. She couldn't move, she was paralyzed. She could feel his hands touching her ad she shivered, feeling dirty again. That slimy feeling washed over her again and all she wanted to do was get away from him and get rid of the cold, clammy, disgusting feeling that suffocated her.
On impulse, Integra quickly thrust her knee upwards and hit him squarely between his legs with all her remaining strength. Then as Andrey doubled over, his eyes popping out of their sockets, Integra turned around to the person approaching and yelled: "RAPE! HELP!"
It was a middle-aged man with his family. They were passing by when the man heard Integra's distressful yell. He rushed forwards into the alley and saw the damsel in tattered white clothing and a man behind her, preparing to prance. He was no fighter and the man behind her seemed like a very dangerous person. So herushed to the blonde woman, grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the alley.
"We'll get ya to the bobbies, alrigh'?" The man said as he and Integra came back into the crowded street. The man told his family to go to the car. Integra. tired, pissed off and well beyond the human limit of rage, tried to ask her rescuer politely for the time. He showed her his watch. "It's only 9 o'clock m'am." He said, panting. Integra merely waved her hand in dismisal. "When does the sun rise?" She asked again, more urgently.
"Well, I think it rises around 6 in the mornin', love." He answered warily, startled by her angry grimace. He took off his coat and placed it on her shoulders. "There ya go now. Shouldn't be showin' ev'rethin' ya got, y'know."
"Leave me be. You're in danger if my assailent comes looking for me."
"Nonesense! We get ya to the bobbies, eh? They'll fix 'im up good and proper."
"Listen to me, you fool!" She growled, holding the man by his shoulders. Integra pulled him close so that the tips of their noses rubbed together. "That man is a dangerous person. Your life will be at stake if you do not leave me alone!"
"Well, yer welcome for saving your sorry arse then!" The man spluttered angrily, knocking her hands off him. "A tad ungrateful ya wench."
"I am grateful for your assistance, sir." Integra snarled through her teeth. Her fists were shaking, her body trembled in rememberance of Andrey's previous attempts. His hands, his skin, his lips. Integra shuddered and turned her attention to the scowling man in front of her. "I apologize." She tried to sound humble even though she wanted to smack the annoying man silly. "I am just in a hurry to get away from here."
"Well, alrigh' then let's go to the bloody police if yer so darn impatient."
"No." Integra said solidly, her cool and calm composure returning. "No police. They cannot help me."
"Woman, you almost got raped! They need to put the wanker away!"
"Thank you for your help sir." She repeated again. "I will go on from here."
The man grumbled but reluctantley he left Integra alone in the midst of the crowd. She had no time. The sun would rise at six and it was only nine now. Inetgra tried to think of a good strategy. She needed to evade Andrey until the sun rose. But how could she accomplish that? Even if she had a good idea, her body was at its limit. She could barely stand and her fatigue grew every second.
"You don't seem to understand the seriousness of our sitution, Hellsing." She heard his voice whisper into her ear again. She knew he was behind her, she felt his presence there before. This time she was not that surprised.
"I'm in a hostage situation, you maggot. There is nothing more to understand."
"I have a plan that will relieve you the title of hostage but it will work if you only listen to what I have to say."
"I will not listen. You disgust me! When Alucard comes I will make sure he tears you to pieces."
"You will see your precious pet again only if you listen to me. Do not try my patience."
"Integra, if you let me f-Arrgh!" He let out a yell as Integra smashed her fist into his solar plexus with all her might. She turned to run but Andrey was growing tired of her little cat-and-mouse games. He appeared in front of her faster then a blink. He caught her arm and yanked her back to his side again, crushing her body against his.
He let out an angry cat-like hiss, looking truly terrifying. "How many times will you have to inflicte harm to me until you undrestand that I only want to save you from them!"
Integra said nothing, she merely glared daggers into his mesmerizing bloody eyes. Andrey removed his scowl from his handsome face and softly cupped Integra's cheek. His eyes seemed gentler and Integra was fighting hard not to vomit. The scratches she had inflicted upon herself began to burn from his touch. She was so repulsed by him.
"I have no wish to see you dead, moya dorogaya. Your spirit intrigues me. I won't let harm come your way but you need to trust me!" He whispered urgently to her. His face was so close to hers. Integra averted her cold blue eyes away from him, glaring at the flor. She grit her teeth and keep her composure steady and calm. But she wasn't really succeeding. The anger, fury and rage she felt inside her were boiling and spewing. It felt like hot lava was rolling about in her stomach. Integra looked back at him and spit into his face with gusto.
"You tried to rape me numerous times, you hurt my employee, fed from her and treated her like scum! She's dead! You bastard! How the hell do you think I will trust you after all that?"
"That is the last straw. You will listen to me even if I must force you too. I was a bit hasty, yes. I regret deeply for hurting you."
"Liar." She snarled, baring her teeth at the undead man. Andrey only shook his head. "You will need me if you want to fully escape. I am offering my services to you now. Will you accept?"
Kay, im still woriking out some kinks in future chaps. The whole thing is going at a snail's pace, sorry for that, really.
Milaya moya- Honey (not an exact translation)
Dura- Fool, idiot (for women)
Moya dorogaya- you know this from previous chaps but ah well. It means 'my dear'