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Title: Cambridge from "Master of What Is Mine Own"
Summary: Peace can't last.
Fandom: Hellsing
Word Count: 1066
Rating/Warnings: R
Pairing: Alucard/Integra
A/N: This is even sillier than the last one. Integra is fuming.
Integra ran to her wardrobe and started hurriedly pulling on clothes. “Alucard, wake up and put your clothes on, we have to go!” she shouted at him.
“What time is it?” he asked, his voice slightly muffled in a pillow.
“I don’t know what the hell time it is, just get dressed,” she said, pulling her shoes on. When she stood up and turned around, he was sitting in her chair, fully dressed. Integra threw open her door and started walking hurriedly to her office. Alucard followed rather calmly.
“Why did you let Walter see us like that?” she hissed at him.
“You’re the one who gave me the order to stay,” he replied, unconcerned.
“I was joking!” she countered.
Alucard sighed. “I don’t get humans.” But by that time, they were already at Integra’s office. She pushed the doors open.
“What’s the situation, Walter?” she asked her butler, who was still wearing a bemused look.
“Fifteen students at Cambridge were attacked this morning between 0100 and 0500,” he said, laying out surveillance photos on the desk. “Such a waste, wiped out a fair portion of the King’s Choir. Target is male, approximately 2 meters tall, long blonde hair, wearing a black robe.” Walter sniffed. “Apparently creativity is not his strong point. Nine of the victims were drained, six were merely killed, all in the same manner. The nine all became ghouls and have attacked Corpus Christi. After King’s, he seems to have moved into the dining hall at St. Catharine’s. Understandably, the Cambridge police have requested our aid after six of their number became ghouls as well.”
Integra looked over the photos. “How fast can we get there?”
Walter looked at his watch. “It is 1509 now.” Dammit. She knew she had overslept, but she didn’t know that it was that bad. “Our men can be in place by 1700 at the latest, assuming traffic on the M11 isn’t terribly bad. However, sundown isn’t until 1825.”
She considered the situation. “We’ll have the men in place by 1745 then. I’ll go ahead to Cambridge to discuss the situation with the chief of police. Please fetch my car, and I should think one bodyguard is enough for the trip.”
Walter bowed. “Yes, Sir Integra.” He left the office. Integra turned around to face Alucard, but he was already gone.
-
Integra was already having a bad day. It wasn’t helped by the fact that as soon as she got to Cambridge, she was attacked by the police chief, who, reports had inconveniently failed to mention, had become a ghoul. She’d taken care of him, but not before he’d gotten her bodyguard. Then his lovely compatriots had knocked her unconscious. Brilliant. Being tied to a chair in an empty dormitory really wasn’t how she had intended to spend her afternoon. She supposed she was waiting for sundown for the vampire to awaken.
She managed to move her chair over so that she could look down at Trumpington Street. Integra didn’t know how long she’d been unconscious, but it wasn’t quite sundown yet. She tried her hardest to contact Alucard, but he wasn’t responding. She didn’t have any doubts that he’d save her, eventually. However, given his flair for the dramatic, she had the sinking feeling that he wouldn’t be there until the last minute. For the moment, Integra concerned herself with little things, like keeping her toes from falling asleep.
The door flew open. It was the target vampire, black robes and all. Integra wondered just where the hell Alucard was. This had ceased to be amusing. The vampire loomed across the floor in a way that Integra was certain he thought made him look very imposing.
“Well, well, I’ve got the Hellsing bitch all to myself,” he said.
“Are you trying to be a cliché, or does it come naturally?” Integra asked him. That earned her a sharp slap across her cheek. He pulled a knife from his pocket and cut her loose. He held her close to him and brushed her hair back away from her neck.
“Oh, I am going to enjoy this,” he told her. Integra rolled her eyes.
“The hell you are,” came Alucard’s voice from the door. The vampire whipped around, holding Integra to him as a human shield, with his knife at her throat.
“What the fuck took you so long?” Integra yelled at him.
“I was taking a nap,” Alucard responded.
Integra could have screamed in frustration. “Look, will you just deal with this?”
The vampire looked between Integra and Alucard. He was rapidly losing the spotlight. “You can’t get to me unless you go through her,” the vampire told Alucard.
Alucard looked at the pair of them. He seemed to be lost in thought for a moment, but he recovered. When I shoot, you have to stay perfectly still, he told Integra telepathically. She nodded ever so slightly at him. “What’re you gonna do, Hellsing’s pet?” the vampire goaded.
The shot came, ripping through the vampire’s elbow and missing Integra by centimeters. It was enough; he staggered backwards. Alucard took his leg with the next shot. He fell backwards.
Integra looked with distaste at the blood covering her. That was her favorite suit.
“Releasing control art restriction to level three, level two. Hold release until target is silenced,” Alucard said icily.
“Yes, yes, whatever you like,” Integra replied testily, taking her gun from the shelf and loading a clip of explosive mercury bullets. “Just make sure this one suffers.” Alucard chuckled, his voice low and dangerous.
Integra left the room and shut the door behind her. She could hear the screaming of the vampire as Alucard dealt with it. She heard booted footsteps coming rapidly up the spiral stairs. She readied her gun, but it was her guard captain.
“Sir Hellsing, are you all right?” he asked.
“I’m fine. Alucard is dispatching the main target now,” she replied with a tightlipped smile. “Has the trash been taken out?”
“All targets silenced, Sir Hellsing,” he responded.
“Good work,” Integra said. “Now, I’m going to need two bodyguards-” she patted her pockets- “my spare money from the car, and send someone to get me more cigars will you?”
“Yes, Sir Hellsing,” he answered. “Er… but may I ask why?”
Integra smiled, but her face was strangely devoid of cheer. “Because I’m going to the pub to forget this ever happened.”
Summary: Peace can't last.
Fandom: Hellsing
Word Count: 1066
Rating/Warnings: R
Pairing: Alucard/Integra
A/N: This is even sillier than the last one. Integra is fuming.
Integra ran to her wardrobe and started hurriedly pulling on clothes. “Alucard, wake up and put your clothes on, we have to go!” she shouted at him.
“What time is it?” he asked, his voice slightly muffled in a pillow.
“I don’t know what the hell time it is, just get dressed,” she said, pulling her shoes on. When she stood up and turned around, he was sitting in her chair, fully dressed. Integra threw open her door and started walking hurriedly to her office. Alucard followed rather calmly.
“Why did you let Walter see us like that?” she hissed at him.
“You’re the one who gave me the order to stay,” he replied, unconcerned.
“I was joking!” she countered.
Alucard sighed. “I don’t get humans.” But by that time, they were already at Integra’s office. She pushed the doors open.
“What’s the situation, Walter?” she asked her butler, who was still wearing a bemused look.
“Fifteen students at Cambridge were attacked this morning between 0100 and 0500,” he said, laying out surveillance photos on the desk. “Such a waste, wiped out a fair portion of the King’s Choir. Target is male, approximately 2 meters tall, long blonde hair, wearing a black robe.” Walter sniffed. “Apparently creativity is not his strong point. Nine of the victims were drained, six were merely killed, all in the same manner. The nine all became ghouls and have attacked Corpus Christi. After King’s, he seems to have moved into the dining hall at St. Catharine’s. Understandably, the Cambridge police have requested our aid after six of their number became ghouls as well.”
Integra looked over the photos. “How fast can we get there?”
Walter looked at his watch. “It is 1509 now.” Dammit. She knew she had overslept, but she didn’t know that it was that bad. “Our men can be in place by 1700 at the latest, assuming traffic on the M11 isn’t terribly bad. However, sundown isn’t until 1825.”
She considered the situation. “We’ll have the men in place by 1745 then. I’ll go ahead to Cambridge to discuss the situation with the chief of police. Please fetch my car, and I should think one bodyguard is enough for the trip.”
Walter bowed. “Yes, Sir Integra.” He left the office. Integra turned around to face Alucard, but he was already gone.
-
Integra was already having a bad day. It wasn’t helped by the fact that as soon as she got to Cambridge, she was attacked by the police chief, who, reports had inconveniently failed to mention, had become a ghoul. She’d taken care of him, but not before he’d gotten her bodyguard. Then his lovely compatriots had knocked her unconscious. Brilliant. Being tied to a chair in an empty dormitory really wasn’t how she had intended to spend her afternoon. She supposed she was waiting for sundown for the vampire to awaken.
She managed to move her chair over so that she could look down at Trumpington Street. Integra didn’t know how long she’d been unconscious, but it wasn’t quite sundown yet. She tried her hardest to contact Alucard, but he wasn’t responding. She didn’t have any doubts that he’d save her, eventually. However, given his flair for the dramatic, she had the sinking feeling that he wouldn’t be there until the last minute. For the moment, Integra concerned herself with little things, like keeping her toes from falling asleep.
The door flew open. It was the target vampire, black robes and all. Integra wondered just where the hell Alucard was. This had ceased to be amusing. The vampire loomed across the floor in a way that Integra was certain he thought made him look very imposing.
“Well, well, I’ve got the Hellsing bitch all to myself,” he said.
“Are you trying to be a cliché, or does it come naturally?” Integra asked him. That earned her a sharp slap across her cheek. He pulled a knife from his pocket and cut her loose. He held her close to him and brushed her hair back away from her neck.
“Oh, I am going to enjoy this,” he told her. Integra rolled her eyes.
“The hell you are,” came Alucard’s voice from the door. The vampire whipped around, holding Integra to him as a human shield, with his knife at her throat.
“What the fuck took you so long?” Integra yelled at him.
“I was taking a nap,” Alucard responded.
Integra could have screamed in frustration. “Look, will you just deal with this?”
The vampire looked between Integra and Alucard. He was rapidly losing the spotlight. “You can’t get to me unless you go through her,” the vampire told Alucard.
Alucard looked at the pair of them. He seemed to be lost in thought for a moment, but he recovered. When I shoot, you have to stay perfectly still, he told Integra telepathically. She nodded ever so slightly at him. “What’re you gonna do, Hellsing’s pet?” the vampire goaded.
The shot came, ripping through the vampire’s elbow and missing Integra by centimeters. It was enough; he staggered backwards. Alucard took his leg with the next shot. He fell backwards.
Integra looked with distaste at the blood covering her. That was her favorite suit.
“Releasing control art restriction to level three, level two. Hold release until target is silenced,” Alucard said icily.
“Yes, yes, whatever you like,” Integra replied testily, taking her gun from the shelf and loading a clip of explosive mercury bullets. “Just make sure this one suffers.” Alucard chuckled, his voice low and dangerous.
Integra left the room and shut the door behind her. She could hear the screaming of the vampire as Alucard dealt with it. She heard booted footsteps coming rapidly up the spiral stairs. She readied her gun, but it was her guard captain.
“Sir Hellsing, are you all right?” he asked.
“I’m fine. Alucard is dispatching the main target now,” she replied with a tightlipped smile. “Has the trash been taken out?”
“All targets silenced, Sir Hellsing,” he responded.
“Good work,” Integra said. “Now, I’m going to need two bodyguards-” she patted her pockets- “my spare money from the car, and send someone to get me more cigars will you?”
“Yes, Sir Hellsing,” he answered. “Er… but may I ask why?”
Integra smiled, but her face was strangely devoid of cheer. “Because I’m going to the pub to forget this ever happened.”