Disclaimer- Hellsing belongs to someone else, obviously. I'm just using it for my own twisted purposes.

Summary- Alucard has pulled a nasty trick on his master. It is no longer in Integra's nature to forgive. How will she deal with such an unruly servant?

She wouldn't kill him. Oh no. Death was too good for that bastard. Under any other number of circumstances she would just torture him mercilessly for hours until he got the point. Now her red-hot boiling rage wouldn't be dammed. She would make him suffer a travesty beyond excessive physical discomfort. This time his acts were just too heinous to be let off that easily.

A soft knock came from her door; she looked up from where she had lay crying on her bed. She knew it was Walter, only he knocked. That other ungodly heathen just appeared whenever he felt like it. Besides, no one else dare bother her at this hour.

Integra quickly dried her eyes and slipped under the covers, bringing up the blankets to hide her damp and bloodstained clothes. Walter undoubtedly had returned from eastern Asia on a business trip, she knew the fatherly figure was just checking in on her. Despite her desire for comfort Integra felt a flame rise to her already blotchy cheeks. She wouldn't let him see her like this, he would know instantly that Alucard had been up to no good, and she wanted to deal with that monster herself, not send in the Angel of Death.

"Lady Integra?" The sound of Walters voice from outside the hall entered the room as he cracked the door to peer in. Integra closed her eyes in what she hoped was a neutral fashion. Apparently he was satisfied to see her whole and sleeping soundly, because after a moment she heard him close the door and listened to the clunk of his shoes as he walked back down the hallway.

Integra opened her eyes, she needed to do something, she was too upset to sleep. She was dirty and felt foolish. Only Alucard would be able to make her feel like a silly little girl who had been tricked. Everyone else simply paled in comparison.

Integra wanted to kick something, after all the things she put herself through to make her "peers" look at her like a developed leader and not a child a corpse of a man had been able to reduce her to a blubbering heap.

"Damnation," she whispered into the night, gathering her rampant emotions and rolling over onto her back. She needed to calm down; her body was still trembling from emotional upheaval, and she could smell a disgustingly repugnant odor wafting up to her nose from her body. A quick glance to the clock told her it was a little past one o'clock in the morning, not such a terribly horrible hour, but too late for the past day's events.

When paired with Alucard a year ago Integra quickly discovered that everything about vampires that she had diligently learned, did not apply to the Hellsing trash man. He was a constant unstable variable. He did not die when he ought, he did not obey his master's orders when he should, he didn't even sleep when he must. Therein lay the problems. As Integra thought about the events that had riled her into her present state she became more and more agitated.

He will pay dearly for this stunt. No one makes a fool of a Hellsing in such a manner, especially not undead vermin.

The young woman sat up. How could a day that started out so well have ended so badly? She turned her head and eyed her bathroom door… that brought back a sudden wash of the evening's unpleasant memories. She looked down at herself; she had Alucard's blood all over her white night dress and limbs. The substance was dried now and it itched against her skin. There was no help for it, she definitely needed a bath. Torn between disgust, anger and emptiness she really didn't want to leave the comfort of her bed, nor did she want to remain idle to ponder the day's strange events.

I'll have to gain control over my petty emotions before I can become a true leader of Hellsing…and God give me strength I intend to.

She threw her legs over the side of her bed and headed into the bathroom attached to her chambers. Walter might hear her up and about, but she didn't care anymore. She was beyond dwelling about such trivial things. Never before had she felt so humiliated and cheated. Alucard was an anomaly. He just didn't make any sense. If ever she had been fooled by his sheepish charade she now saw the fanged wolf in all his glory. Bastard.

She turned the water faucet all the way over to the hottest temperature and watched for a moment as the steam rolled off the water. What was a girl to do? Never before had she so longed to lock him back up in that prison where she first stumbled upon him. Sure their relationship, if it could even be called that, was based more on court jester and queen or puppet and puppeteer more so that servant and master.

Never again, she thought to herself as she pulled off her dirty nightdress and threw it into the laundry basket. Hence forth, I will never forget my position as his master, and he will never again forget his status or so help me I don't know what I'll do, but it will be most unpleasant.

Integra stood in front of the now full tub and eyed the water for a moment. She really didn't want to be wet right now. However, the young mistress had found early on in her sudden career that she very rarely got what she really wanted. A sudden thought occurred to Integra, a long time ago she had a nanny who put lavender bubble bath in the tub. She had always enjoyed the smell, it had made her sleep better.

Her silvery white hair cascaded over her shoulders as she walked over to the bathroom closet and proceeded to rummage through, looking for the thick purplish substance. She spotted it way in the back of the cupboard. She reached her arm in and stretched to grasp her fingers around the bottle. Just as she extended her arm to it's longest she bumped something and it fell to the floor with a crash, and a rather loud one at that.

The nude girl momentarily froze. Even if she didn't care that Walter knew she was running about the house all hours of the night, the last thing she wanted was him rushing in on her standing naked half way in a cupboard covered in dried blood. Somehow she suspected that would raise questions that she really didn't want to answer. Things had been odd between them ever since he had attempted to give her "the talk" after her first menstrual cycle. Mostly he had her best interest at heart, but gods, what possessed him to think that she didn't already know about such things? However, she had been a very good girl. She sat through the whole ordeal with only a slight tinge at her cheeks. She never did pluck up the courage to tell him that he was delusional if he thought he knew more about certain female characteristics than she did. Overall the whole fiasco had been a terrible waste of time.

Once Integra was sure that the crash hadn't roused anyone to come look in on her she inspected the spilled objects at her feet. They seemed to be little soft log things, that had broken free of a box that had once contained them, and now lay scattered on the floor.

She bent down and picked one up. They were cigars.

Oh my, she thought, a small wicked grin spreading across her features, suddenly feeling a wee bit better. These would be much more relaxing than bubble bath.

She picked one up grinned and headed back towards the tub.