Alucard knew that turning sixteen was a major event in the life of humans, or so Walter had explained to him. Something called a drivers license was issued to the youths. A complete and utter waste of time in his opinion! Why did they need some silly little card to prove them capable of driving? Ah well, his young master was excited about it so who was he to complain. Besides being left at the mansion while Walter takes her to wherever the hell this pointless ritual was being carried out. That was the one thing that always bothered him. Like an old hound he was left behind to guard the house because he wasn't of much use for anything else.

It felt like years had passed by the time his master returned home and she was furious. He felt it before she even step foot into the mansion.

"What right did she have, she's not my mother!"

Walter fights the urge to roll his eyes at the young Hellsing's ranting. It had been nonstop since they retrieved the mail from the box and she'd read that letter. It was moments like this that proved she was Arthur Hellsing's daughter. He would have to thank Alucard later for his part in helping to curb the girl's fiery temper since Arthur's passing. He had a great deal more patience now than he did when Arthur was a young man, but constant outbursts like this would have likely drove him over the edge by now. Then again, Integra did have a point in this situation.

"What has upset my dear master?"

Walter almost sighed in relief as the vampire surfaces from the pool of swirling shadows on the floor. Alucard could calm Integra down while he puts away the groceries!

Alucard reaches up to catch the crumpled letter as it's thrust against his chest, then smoothes it out and raises an eyebrow as he reads it, "A party in your honor, that's a bad thing?"

"Yes it's a bad thing! If Margaret Penwood thinks I'm going to prance around in a dress for some stupid sweet sixteen party she's hosting she's insane! I'm not going!"

Alucard chuckles, "What's so bad about a dress? You are a young woman."

The look she shot him could have frozen hell over, "No, I'm a vampire hunter and leader of this organization!"

She had turned into quite the hunter over the years, that he couldn't deny. She was far better than any of her men thanks to his and Walter's training. Even at such a young age her men respected her, which made her a very effective leader.

"That doesn't make you any less of a woman, master."

All that got him was a growl and a glimpse of her back as she left him standing in the foyer while she retreated to her office.

Integra scowls as she watches the crowd of people. Her supposedly sweet sixteen party and everyone but herself was enjoying it. For probably the hundredth time that night she was questioning why she had let Walter talk her into this. She felt naked in the dress Margaret had given her even though the most skin it showed was her shoulders and watching the couples dance was pouring salt into the wound. It wasn't wasn't that she wanted one of those fools to asked her to dance, she didn't want any of them touching her. It was just that her father was suppose to have been her first dance on this day, but he had been dead for years now. It wasn't often that she missed him and those rare moments always snuck up on her out of no where. She half stumbles out to the balcony and leans against the rail, her hands tightly clutching the cold iron as she mutters a string of curses at the poor excuse for shoes she was forced to wear. How could someone walk on these pegs?!

"Would my lady honor me with a dance?"

Her heart stopped for a moment, she knew that voice very well. Slowly she turns her head to regard the intruder. He was void of his usual red coat and hat, even his sunglasses were missing. Instead he wore a perfectly tailored tuxedo. Crimson eyes stare at her from beneath a curtain of ebony bangs. She looks at his outstretched hand before turning her attention to those hypnotic eyes.

"Why are you here, vampire?"

"To dance with my lovely master!"

Integra scoffs and turns her attention back to the moonlit grounds, "Go home, Alucard. I don't want to deal with your foolishness tonight."

Alucard chuckles, "I see I shall have to result to bribery!"

Integra frowns slightly, "What in the world could you possibly use for bri-" The words die on her lips as she looks over to see him with her usual shoes dangling from his fingertips and her suit in his other hand. Like a child that was just offered a piece of candy she eagerly reaches a hand out for the clothes, "You win, now hand those here!"

Alucard laughs and walks over to hand the clothes to her, then turns his back to her as a wall shadow forms between them and the occupants of the mansion, "I couldn't buy a present, this was the best I could do."

Integra smiles at his back as she buckles her belt, it amazed her how thoughtful he could be at times. Her aching feet certainly appreciated the gesture! As she pulls the pins holding her hair up out she vows to never again let anyone bully her into such nonsense again. The chuckle coming from her vampire clues her in that her thoughts are no longer her own.

"I'm glad you're enjoying my discomfort!"

"Not at all, just the rather creative images of revenge you're coming up with. I have to say I'm quite impressed!"

Integra chuckles, "Learned from the best I suppose. Still want that dance?"

Alucard smiles as he turns around, then bows slightly and holds his hand out to her, "But of course!"

Integra reaches out and takes his hand then lets out a relieved sigh when he pulls her against him instead of leading her back inside. For the first time that day since she got the letter in the mail she was finally able to relax as she lets the ancient vampire lead her through the dance.

"I'm sorry your birthday turned into such a disaster."

Integra smiles and lays her cheek against his chest, "No, its turning out quite nicely."