Nights to Remember
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Category:
Hellsing › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
4,654
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Hellsing, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Stirrings
A/N: Nope, Hellsing still isn't mine. Nor do I make money off of these stories, just the warm, fuzzy feeling I get when I finish a chapter.
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Chapter 3
Integra sighed and stood up behind her desk. A stack of papers lay scattered about on top, reflecting her dishevelment. Another attack had occurred, this one against an entire family. Husband and wife brutally slaughtered, apparently in front of their child. The child had been found dead elsewhere, in the middle of a deserted back alleyway behind some trash cans. The thought made Integra slit her eyes. The bastards responsible for the killings had already been caught and slain, two male vampires on a rampage. Two meaningless jerks, killing out of boredom and their “hatred”
of the church. In reality, they didn’t even know what they’d done.
Taking the few steps out the door to her balcony, Integra took in the night sky. The lights of London created their usual glow, a yellow hue blending into the nearly black sky above. From her balcony she could see over the countryside between her and the bustling city. Shadowed, grassy slopes gave way to trees as she scanned the road from the city to her mansion. Her mansion. The words rang through her head, causing her to think about what it meant to be the Sir Hellsing.
Integral Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing. ‘What the hell kind of name is that, even?’ she thought to herself bitterly. ‘The name of some lonely child, bound to be friendless even before it was born.’ It was manly, and she had lived up to the masculinity her position had apparently required of her.
“Don’t be so hard on yourself,” a quiet voice whispered from somewhere behind her. She didn’t need to turn around to see who it was; she knew that only one being could sneak up behind her so silently, and besides, no one had quite the same sinister edge to their words. “It’s not like your father meant to hurt you.”
Integra sighed and turned to face the Nosferatu. “No, I suppose he wouldn’t. But he could have been a little more subtle about it.” Leaning her back against the balcony’s edge, the woman took in the sight of her vampire. He never failed to impress her with his persona. From his unscathed boots, to his perfect coat, to the snide grin plastered on his face, to those glasses and the fedora, Integra was never quite sure what to think of such a ridiculous looking outfit on such a powerful creature. She smiled.
“Why do you always wear that? Those clothes can’t possibly be comfortable, especially not for fighting.”
Alucard laughed out loud at this question. “Since when are you one to be fashionable?” he retorted, cocking his head slightly and looking into her eyes.
At this, Integra turned away angrily. Once again, she stared out over the vista of her balcony, trying to keep her mind off of the feeling that was beginning to well in the pit of her stomach, and the hot liquid that was threatening to squeeze out of her eyes. She looked down and blanched when she felt a hand on each of her shoulders. A solitary tear leaked out, running down the ice queen’s cheek, but she could not wipe it away for fear that this weakness would be found out.
Alucard turned her around slowly, being forceful enough that she couldn’t resist. He noted that she hadn’t tried to. Using a gloved hand, he gently wiped away the evidence of her sorrow. Integra looked up at him, and was surprised to see the glasses gone and his scarlet eyes boring into her clear blue ones. Unable to look away, she noticed how deep the pools of his irises were, how they almost seemed to swirl and change from one moment to the next. Nearly a minute passed before she remembered where she was, and who was holding her.
However, her attempts at escape had been expected, and Alucard simply braced his arms and held her in place. “What are you running from,” he asked her, “and what are you running to?”
Integra was taken aback by the question. She hadn’t expected him to resist her, nor had she expected him to question her. She was the master. Wasn’t she? “Do not play games with me,” she whispered quietly. Her gaze was averted; she didn’t think she could handle his eyes on hers again. “I was going to finish my work, and then go to bed.”
Not sure what to do now that he had her at his hands, Alucard thought quickly. ‘If I don’t take this opportunity to tell her how I feel, it may not happen again for a long time,’ were the words that came to him. ‘She doesn’t let her guard down like this very often, and she, unlike me, does not have forever to wait.’
Alucard put his hand under her chin and turned her head upwards towards his. Her surprise was evident as her eyes widened when they met his, once again. The Nosferatu drew his face nearer hers, and he could hear her heart beating more rapidly. ‘She smells so wonderful,’ he said to himself. To her he said, “Is that all you were planning to do?”
Integra was speechless. ‘What is happening to me?’ She had never felt quite like this before. Her pulse had quickened, and there was a strange excitement coursing through her. His eyes had changed, from his usual condescending glare to a softer tone that she thought was actually affectionate. His mocking demeanor was gone, filled with an intensity that she’d only seen from him when he was discussing her past, or less often, his own.
The woman swallowed hard. “Yes, Alucard, that was all.”
The vampire lowered his head, so that his lips were nearly touching her ear. “Then perhaps I’ll join you when you’re finished?”
On a normal day, Integra could have thought of millions of ways to deny him this little win. But this day was not one of them. “I – I guess…” His breath in her ear had broken her nearly all the way; it had sent shivers down her spine, and she felt a not-quite-uncomfortable throbbing in her crotch area.
These changes in the beautiful virgin under his hands had not gone unnoticed by Alucard. “Very well, Master,” he breathed again into her ear. With a flourish of his large coat, he flashed his master a wide grin, one that she wasn’t sure she’d ever seen. If she hadn’t been paying as much attention as she was, she may have missed the happiness behind that grin; as it was, she did not fail to see it.
After he was gone, she turned and looked again over the balcony. The moon had risen higher in the sky. A lot of time had seemed to have elapsed. With a sigh, she returned to the pile of papers that were her reality.
‘What just happened? And if I’m completely awake, how did I ever agree to such a thing?’ were her last thoughts as she focused completely on the task at hand.
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A/N: I know there was a switch from first person to third, but I thought it'd be better for the story this way. Please continue reviewing! Thanks to those of you who have already.
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Chapter 3
Integra sighed and stood up behind her desk. A stack of papers lay scattered about on top, reflecting her dishevelment. Another attack had occurred, this one against an entire family. Husband and wife brutally slaughtered, apparently in front of their child. The child had been found dead elsewhere, in the middle of a deserted back alleyway behind some trash cans. The thought made Integra slit her eyes. The bastards responsible for the killings had already been caught and slain, two male vampires on a rampage. Two meaningless jerks, killing out of boredom and their “hatred”
of the church. In reality, they didn’t even know what they’d done.
Taking the few steps out the door to her balcony, Integra took in the night sky. The lights of London created their usual glow, a yellow hue blending into the nearly black sky above. From her balcony she could see over the countryside between her and the bustling city. Shadowed, grassy slopes gave way to trees as she scanned the road from the city to her mansion. Her mansion. The words rang through her head, causing her to think about what it meant to be the Sir Hellsing.
Integral Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing. ‘What the hell kind of name is that, even?’ she thought to herself bitterly. ‘The name of some lonely child, bound to be friendless even before it was born.’ It was manly, and she had lived up to the masculinity her position had apparently required of her.
“Don’t be so hard on yourself,” a quiet voice whispered from somewhere behind her. She didn’t need to turn around to see who it was; she knew that only one being could sneak up behind her so silently, and besides, no one had quite the same sinister edge to their words. “It’s not like your father meant to hurt you.”
Integra sighed and turned to face the Nosferatu. “No, I suppose he wouldn’t. But he could have been a little more subtle about it.” Leaning her back against the balcony’s edge, the woman took in the sight of her vampire. He never failed to impress her with his persona. From his unscathed boots, to his perfect coat, to the snide grin plastered on his face, to those glasses and the fedora, Integra was never quite sure what to think of such a ridiculous looking outfit on such a powerful creature. She smiled.
“Why do you always wear that? Those clothes can’t possibly be comfortable, especially not for fighting.”
Alucard laughed out loud at this question. “Since when are you one to be fashionable?” he retorted, cocking his head slightly and looking into her eyes.
At this, Integra turned away angrily. Once again, she stared out over the vista of her balcony, trying to keep her mind off of the feeling that was beginning to well in the pit of her stomach, and the hot liquid that was threatening to squeeze out of her eyes. She looked down and blanched when she felt a hand on each of her shoulders. A solitary tear leaked out, running down the ice queen’s cheek, but she could not wipe it away for fear that this weakness would be found out.
Alucard turned her around slowly, being forceful enough that she couldn’t resist. He noted that she hadn’t tried to. Using a gloved hand, he gently wiped away the evidence of her sorrow. Integra looked up at him, and was surprised to see the glasses gone and his scarlet eyes boring into her clear blue ones. Unable to look away, she noticed how deep the pools of his irises were, how they almost seemed to swirl and change from one moment to the next. Nearly a minute passed before she remembered where she was, and who was holding her.
However, her attempts at escape had been expected, and Alucard simply braced his arms and held her in place. “What are you running from,” he asked her, “and what are you running to?”
Integra was taken aback by the question. She hadn’t expected him to resist her, nor had she expected him to question her. She was the master. Wasn’t she? “Do not play games with me,” she whispered quietly. Her gaze was averted; she didn’t think she could handle his eyes on hers again. “I was going to finish my work, and then go to bed.”
Not sure what to do now that he had her at his hands, Alucard thought quickly. ‘If I don’t take this opportunity to tell her how I feel, it may not happen again for a long time,’ were the words that came to him. ‘She doesn’t let her guard down like this very often, and she, unlike me, does not have forever to wait.’
Alucard put his hand under her chin and turned her head upwards towards his. Her surprise was evident as her eyes widened when they met his, once again. The Nosferatu drew his face nearer hers, and he could hear her heart beating more rapidly. ‘She smells so wonderful,’ he said to himself. To her he said, “Is that all you were planning to do?”
Integra was speechless. ‘What is happening to me?’ She had never felt quite like this before. Her pulse had quickened, and there was a strange excitement coursing through her. His eyes had changed, from his usual condescending glare to a softer tone that she thought was actually affectionate. His mocking demeanor was gone, filled with an intensity that she’d only seen from him when he was discussing her past, or less often, his own.
The woman swallowed hard. “Yes, Alucard, that was all.”
The vampire lowered his head, so that his lips were nearly touching her ear. “Then perhaps I’ll join you when you’re finished?”
On a normal day, Integra could have thought of millions of ways to deny him this little win. But this day was not one of them. “I – I guess…” His breath in her ear had broken her nearly all the way; it had sent shivers down her spine, and she felt a not-quite-uncomfortable throbbing in her crotch area.
These changes in the beautiful virgin under his hands had not gone unnoticed by Alucard. “Very well, Master,” he breathed again into her ear. With a flourish of his large coat, he flashed his master a wide grin, one that she wasn’t sure she’d ever seen. If she hadn’t been paying as much attention as she was, she may have missed the happiness behind that grin; as it was, she did not fail to see it.
After he was gone, she turned and looked again over the balcony. The moon had risen higher in the sky. A lot of time had seemed to have elapsed. With a sigh, she returned to the pile of papers that were her reality.
‘What just happened? And if I’m completely awake, how did I ever agree to such a thing?’ were her last thoughts as she focused completely on the task at hand.
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A/N: I know there was a switch from first person to third, but I thought it'd be better for the story this way. Please continue reviewing! Thanks to those of you who have already.