Immoral Attraction.
Characters: Seras. V/Alucard VT.
Genres: Drama, Humor, Horror, Misery.
Rating: M For some naughtiness.
Setting: Somewhere in fucking London.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Hellsing.
Notes: Do not read this if you have a weak stomach or don't like Dubcon (little to no consent and forced lemon situations). This is just something made for fun and as you can tell deviates majorly from the original storyline!
Chapter Two: Dreary.
The severe thunderstorm predicted on the radio finally arrived, creeping over the grounds of the Hellsing mansion. With it came a howling wind rattling the primary office's old windows.
The fireplace in the background crackled, and tongues of fire lapped at the logs, slowly transforming them into ashy embers.
The last remaining heir of the Hellsing bloodline occupied the space, staring out of one of the tall windows with cold blue eyes.
Another boom of thunder sounded overhead, and a lightning strike followed seconds later. The light bounced off the silver Cross dangling under Integra's ruby ascot, blinding her momentarily.
Her tailored charcoal suit complemented her slim build and creamy brown skin. She folded her arms over her petite chest, scrutinizing her reflection.
It stared back at her worriedly from the streaky glass pane. The men working around her always told her how courageous, lovely, and fearless she appeared. However, Integra felt none of these things at the moment when she looked at herself.
Usually, Alucard answered or appeared at the first sign of the Hellsing summons, but tonight he didn't. She didn't know why the vampire's lack of response made her feel so easy.
Integra glanced over her shoulder at the antique black walnut desk worriedly. The white phone hadn't rung, and the shadows within the office felt strangely empty.
Loneliness seeped into her, and she clenched her gloved fists in frustration. A soft knock upon the door pulled her back from her brooding. She stepped away from the window to face the large double doors to her office.
"Come in."
One of the heavy, polished doors creaked open, and the familiar face of her family butler appeared from the bright hall. He entered, holding a large silver tray in his hands.
"Evening, Walter. My, what is this?"
"Good evening, ma'am. I've brought your favorite tea and snacks!" The butler greeted her as he sat the tray down on her desk.
Integra moved to sit down in her comfy office chair while her attendant prepared two cups of tea. She adjusted her long, flaxen hair over her shoulder to avoid sitting upon it.
"Tonight, I bring your rainy-day favorites: hot, creamy Earl Grey tea and Burfi sweets exported from North India!" he mused as he picked up the teapot and tipped the spout toward the first cup.
Integra perked up and watched as the amber liquid splashed into the porcelain basin. Black tea, bergamot, and rich vanilla filled her nose, and she hummed approvingly at the rich, perfumey scent.
Walter added a dash of sugar and poured in a tad bit of cream. An opaque cloud of white bloomed within the bottom of the cup, spreading out and turning the deep amber liquid a tan color.
The butler stirred the contents with a small silver spoon before setting the cup and saucer down before his mistress. Integra picked up the cup, her deep pink lips pursed, blowing gently on the steaming surface.
After a while, Integra finished her tea and reached out to claim a sweet from the plate. The thick white square between her gloved fingers looked rather beautiful.
Dried rose petals, crushed pumpkin seeds, and slivers of almonds decorated its surfaces. The sugary-scented delight square between her thumb and forefinger had a similar fudge consistency. She bit down at the creamy surface, pulling a good chunk into her mouth.
As Integra chewed, she tasted saffron, ground cardamom, and rosewater perfume. The rich spices, nuttiness, and sweetness of the milk solids took her back to her favorite childhood moment.
She remembered sitting in her father's lap as a child while she looked over the photographs of her deceased mother, Chitra Hellsing.
The late Sir Arthur Hellsing described each expedition they embarked on together. Chitra was an explorer who never backed down from a challenge, no matter the difficulty.
The young Integra clutched the photo book tightly to her chest, trying to absorb the memories from the images. Her father's sizeable, warm hand stroked her back in comfort and understanding.
The memory ended, sending Integra back into the present. The heir opened her eyes, focusing them on the crackling flames of the fireplace.
Her mind pieced together the many frames, building an imperfect representation of her mother before her. Integra's heart swelled with a deep longing that subsided into a heavy thronging of loneliness.
She felt tears prickling in her eyes and quickly pushed down her emotions. The butler stood nearby, drinking his tea in silence, careful not to disturb the warm office's tranquility.
"Exceptional like always," She praised softly before consuming the final bite of dessert.
Integra then reached down and pulled open the first drawer of her desk. She retrieved a cigarillo from the silver case stashed inside and brought it to her lips.
"Walter," she beckoned.
He came over, pulled out his lighter from his breast pocket, and pushed the bright flame against the end of her cigar. She took a slow drag, allowing the rich smoke to fill her expanding lungs.
The vapors spilled from her thin, lovely lips as she exhaled, waltzing into the air above her blonde head. Walter stood idly by, enjoying the comfortable silence between them.
"That servant of mine is awful late. I've used the Cromwell summons twice, and he's yet to answer me!" She complained over her shoulder.
The mention of Alucard caused Walter to frown slightly, but he instantly replaced it with a polite smile.
"With all due respect, Alucard tends to get a tad carried away when killing vampires and ghouls. No need to worry, ma'am; nothing on this earth could kill him."
It was true. The heir did not need to fear for the vampire's safety. After seeing him in action many times, she couldn't help but be curious about Alucard's mental stability.
Indeed, being hacked to pieces, blown to smithereens, and decapitated surely takes its toll on someone. However, if she were to consider it, she would partly be to blame for the countless injustices he suffered because of her family in the past.
She wondered where the line between humanity and monstrous manifestation blurred for the vampire.
What could she do if Alucard were to one day no longer recognize himself and revert into an unstable monster?
The unsettling thought brought a sour discomfort to the pit of her stomach.
"Were you worried for my well being, my dear master? How touching!" A deep, sinister voice mocked from the shadows.
Walter and Integra turned toward the familiar voice. Alucard's head first emerged from the shadowy floor, followed by the rest of his body.
The Ultimate Undead grinned at the two humans, his pale cheeks wrinkled back painfully, showing off his sharp white teeth.
"You're late, Alucard! There better be a good reason for it!" Integra scolded, snapping her cigar in half.
Walter sighed in amusement at the sudden decline in the atmosphere. Whenever Alucard came around, Integra's calm, calculating nature transformed into a storm of agitation.
"I eliminated the maggot vampires as instructed, but when I proceeded to finish off the ghouls, I encountered a most interesting enemy."
The subtle tease in his deep voice caught both humans' attention, and they waited for an explanation. The towering vampire stepped forward, gloved hand rummaging in the inner breast pocket of his red coat.
"When I pursued the target, they questioned my identity, and upon learning I was a vampire, they shot me with a dozen of these."
Alucard presented the item to the butler, revealing it as a single bullet casing. Walter approached him and claimed it from his hand. He held it up and inspected it through his monocle.
The light of the fireplace danced over the golden casing, and he could read a hidden inscription.
"Deus Irae," mentioned the butler aloud. He turned to Alucard with interest, swimming in his navy blue eyes and waiting for the vampire to continue.
"At first, I didn't think anything of them when they struck me, but somehow, these bullets were able to slow my regenerative abilities. Would you happen to know something about them, Angel of Death?"
As the butler looked over it, he spied a tiny engraved signature towards the bottom, and his aged eyes widened. He immediately snapped his head up to the vampire, smiling deviously.
"This is the work of the Italian master craftsman Guiliano Duperie! He operates exclusively out of Rome. Just who shot you?"
Alucard grinned widely at the man's excitement. Integra gazed between the two silently with bemusement, waiting for the vampire's reply.
"An agent from Section XIII, the Iscariot Organization."
"Iscariot Organization? What the devil are they doing here in London?" Questioned the Butler.
Integra rubbed her face with a cruel laugh, drawing their attention to her. Alucard saw her icy blue eyes burning with annoyance and grew interested in what his master might reveal.
"While I knew a few Vatican agents were here to assist the Church of England with other matters, I didn't expect us to cross paths like this."
She turned to the No Life King and spoke.
"Tell me, Alucard, is the priest still alive?"
Privately, she hoped she didn't have to have an emergency meeting with the twelve. Lord Penwood was already at his wits end cleaning up after the F.R.E.A.K. chip exterminations.
Alucard folded his arms over his chest, grinning at her. Walter stood off to the side and tucked the bullet into his vest pocket with a smirk. Later, he'd have it analyzed for more detail at the Hellsing Weapon facility.
"Of course they are, my master. You forbade me from killing those rats, remember? However, I don't think that little church mouse will forget this night anytime soon."
Integra adjusted in her seat, unsure why the vampire's predatory words had unsettled her. Unbeknownst to them, a clash between England and Rome would be happening soon.
End.
Witch's Corner: Hey y'all, Witch here! I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Chapter three is coming soon! RR, if you wish, thanks!