This is another Alice in wonderland inspired sort of thing. Especially with the cheshire cat and Alice conversation. My "To Go Among Mad People" will probably clash with this, in which case I am changing the title of that one. Anywhat, enjoy this one shot with creepy Alucard sexual tension-ness. Awkward sauce!
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Integra was fifteen. She watched the bowing vampire with contempt. He too, only held contempt, although unspoken. Integra's hands were on her desk, each finger spaced from the next. She looked down at the vampire as he spoke.
"Master, Master…your orders? Master?" he said and he looked up at her with a smile playing on his lips. That smile would open up wide and she would feel like Alice once again. He would swallow her whole, her entire world being turned upside down. That day was like a lobster quadrille and she did not want to dance. He bowed then too, told her his name and invited her do the silly dance, like an imitation of her father and she did not want to Charleston, fandango, flamenco, foxtrot, jitterbug, mambo, quadrille, quickstep, rumba, salsa, samba, tango, tap dance, waltz, swing, or two-step
But I don't want to go among mad people!
The vampire's eyes met her icy blue ones and he continued his smirk. Her father had no problem giving orders. He would simply say it and be done with it all. He didn't even have to make eye contact with the vampire…although he did with Walter.
Such resentment boiled inside him as he stood smiling at this girl. She stood, full, round now, in age. Her body matured to the point of bleeding. He could not ignore it. Having not seen a woman in quite a few years, not after being one himself. Alucard couldn't come out for days after that one. The scent of the same blood that had been on the dungeon floor drove him absolutely mad. He stayed away. She grew.
Supple.
Round.
Healthy.
Oh, you can't help that. We're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad!
"Your orders," the girl began and looked down at her desk, away from the vampire, a mistake if anything. He snarled and she looked back up at him. She could bring it upon herself to order him. He needed an order. She couldn't. She could not do it. She cleared her throat, "Your orders…vampire."
She tried to complete the sentence. No words came out. Integra closed her eyes and thought of her father. What would father do? What would father do?
How do you know I'm mad?
Alucard smiled and his eyes widened to look at her. He approached her and took the desk in his hands, turning it over quickly and closing the space between his master and himself.
"Your orders, SIR INTEGRA FAIRBROOK WINGATES HELLSING!" He shouted at her and Integra regained her composure.
"KILL THEM ALL!" she finally shouted. "LEAVE NOT A TRACE!"
Alucard smiled and bowed again. "Yes. Yes! As you wish, Master! Now you are truly a Master I can respect. I shall only do your bidding!" he smiled at her and reached out to her, cupping her cheek in his hand. "My Master… I want only to serve you. In all ways."
A thumb caressed her lips and Integra looked up at him before he disappeared and left her standing alone and wondering.
You must be. Or you wouldn't have come here.