Disclaimer: I don't own Hellsing. A lot of people put clever little statements here to make the disclaimer less boring. Me? I just tell it like it is. Enjoy the story and have a nice day, evening, night, etc.

Just so you know: Integra is 16 in this story and I'm hoping on making this an actual story…with chapters. We'll see how this goes.

"Miss Hellsing, are you sure you have everything? You packed enough clothes, your toiletries. Your passport," Walter looked up from his place at the trunk of the limousine. "Do you have your passport?" Integra wagged the little booklet out of the open door. "Be sure to put it away someplace safe, Miss."

"I'm doing that now," Integra reassured him as she tucked the passport away into an inner pocket of her bag. Walter walked by and shut the door for her and sat down in the driver's seat up front.

Integra glanced up at her servant sitting next to her. He was definitely scowling, trying to keep his hat between his face and the window. That was not the only reason, though; they couldn't find room for his coffin in the limo and with the weather the way it was, snowing, it wasn't wise to strap it to the top of the car. Alucard suddenly sensed that he was being observed and he turned to stare right back at the 16 year old Hellsing sitting comfortably next to him. He knew that she had originally planned for him to stay at the mansion, and that it was his decision to accompany her, so he couldn't rightly complain. She didn't want to go on this trip at all, but Walter was paranoid after the Hellsing organization received several threats concerning the virginity and, ultimately, the life of its newest director. Walter had originally planned to travel to Dublin, Ireland alone. He was going to see about some special weapons being developed there, but after the threats were made, he decided that he was absolutely not leaving Integra at the mansion.

Walter looked back at the two in his rearview mirror; they looked like they were staring each other down, probably carrying on some interesting inner conversation not meant for his ears, no doubt.

"Don't worry, my dear Master, I will watch over you at night in your hotel room." He chimed, snidely

"Oh I'm not worried in the least; I've packed my trusted pistol and my silver bullets."

"Ah. But won't airport security be a little suspicious?"

"The Hellsing Organization has special privileges."

"I see," he smirked. "Allowing a minor to carry an automatic weapon onto an airplane. That is pretty special, isn't it?"

Integra didn't respond; she just stared, uninterested, out the window.

He knew his master was special; he knew she resented it most of the time. She wanted to be like normal teenage girls, but that was impossible. This may have been her one chance to walk through a city where no one knew her, where she could accept flirtatious comments and gazes without anybody knowing that she runs an organization, killed her uncle, awakened a powerful monster, shoots ghouls and vampires as a forced hobby, and bears the title of "Sir" as she is 16 years old, knighted, and following in the footsteps of her dead father. Nobody would know that she has absolutely no time for fun or dates, or that she lives with a vampire. However, all that cannot be now, because Alucard insisted on accompanying his master to give her his protection.

Alucard gazed at Integra, looking up and down her slender body out of the corner of his tinted glasses. She was unique. She sat there in her flattering and fashionable slacks and blouse, with her fur-trimmed coat folded across her lap, desperately trying to hold on to the teenage femininity that she had all a right to possess in this day and age. The other knights had trouble respecting a young woman in tight slacks and pretty blouses; she usually opted for a more manly appearance on meeting days, much to the dismay of Alucard and Walter. She was a hostage of the organization; it was eventually going to swallow her whole and no more would be the days of flattering pants and form-fitting tops. She had to already do away completely with her skirts. Alucard knew he was really at fault for that; he was always teasing her and ogling her when she wore them. He regretted all that now, of course. He could still imagine; he had no problem in that department.

Alucard was snapped out of his reverie by the icy stare of the strident beauty herself.

"Day dreaming, Alucard?" He was shocked that the words had actually come from her mouth. She knew he was slightly perverted, but did she know he thought about her in that way? Did she know he was constantly undressing her?

He smirked and replied, "Only awestruck by your loveliness, Master." The comment dripped with sarcasm; it was their little game.

"I'm so sure," she retorted dryly. "You better behave yourself on this flight, Alucard. If you do not, then you will not receive your next dinner."

"Yes, Master." He sneered with that impish attitude of his and returned his gaze once again to the window and the passing countryside.