{Fic} 14

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The title refers to Integra's age. It was going to be History According to Alucard, but it turned into quite the playful exchange between them, so I changed it.

Inspirational pic links included under the cut, else they'll give away key parts of the story.

Anyway.

Title: 14
Pairing-type-stuff: None
Author: LarissaFae
Archive: My DeviantArt page
Disclaimer: Not mine, not making money, don't sue.



14



Walter stood by the limo, holding the door open for her.

“Integra! Wait up!”

She stopped and turned, looking back at the boy running to catch up with her. He stopped and leaned forward, hands on his thighs as he panted for breath.

“Winston. What is it?”

He looked up at her and grinned. He was always grinning. “What are you doing for your history assignment?” The young girl raised an eyebrow and giggled, though he wouldn’t get the joke.

“Vlad Tepes.”



“Mr. Vampire?”

The dungeon door creaked as it opened and Integra frowned. She’d told Walter to oil it. The lights weren’t on, either, and the switch didn’t work. The place gave her the creeps.

“Mr. Vampire? Are you there?”

She hated how small and timid her voice sounded, echoing through the dark. She put her hand out to steady herself down the stairway and squeaked as it touched slime on the walls. Her frown deepened. This was no way for the head of the Hellsing family and organization to act. She was Sir Integra Fairbrooke Wingates Hellsing!

And she’d lost her vampire.

Brilliant.

“Mr. Vampire!”

Dripping water and the sound of rats scurrying were the only responses, and Integra’s heart sped up. She licked dry lips and took a deep breath, forcing herself to continue into his domain. Maybe he didn’t like being called ‘Mr. Vampire.’ He generally answered to it, though.

“Alucard?” she tried. A touch of stale air caressed her cheek and she shivered. Maybe she ought to change her report to the Queen Mum.

But she’d come this far, and if she left now he’d only smirk at her when he saw her next. He’d probably visit her when she was taking her nightly bubble-bath. The vampire was fascinated by bubbles; she couldn’t understand why. She sighed. There would be a lot of screaming on her part, a lot of ducking of shampoo, conditioner, and soap on his part, and he would be banned --- again --- from her presence. And then he would give her a lollipop.

It was one of his favourite games.

Integra misjudged a step and squealed as she lost her balance, and hit her shoulder against the wall to keep from falling. Now she was getting angry.

“Alucaaaaaaard!” she bellowed as she shoved away from the wall and hopped down the last three steps. “Alucard! Turn the lights on this instant! I shall have you tied back up if you don’t! I shall take away your weapons! I shall . . . I shall . . .” She searched for something effective. “I shall take your rubber ducky! I order you to---”

The lights flicked on and she cringed back from the sudden brightness. Alucard was lounging in the ridiculously high-backed chair of his with a glass of blood by his side. His hat was pulled low over his eyes, but it was up enough to show his sunglasses and the perturbed frown on his lips.

“You called, my Master?” he asked.

Integra glared at him. “You’re bloody right, I called! More than once! You answer me the first time I call for you, do you hear me?”

She felt him roll his eyes. Unfortunately, she couldn’t see it, and couldn’t yell at him for it.

“As my Master wishes. My apologies.” He settled further into the chair and crossed his legs, tugging his glasses down just far enough to regard her with unrepentant, amused red eyes. “How may I serve you, young Master?”

Integra gathered herself and stood straighter, raising her chin proudly as he silently laughed at her. “I have a history project I must do for school. I require your assistance with it.”

He chuckled, his lips tugging up into a smile that bared the tips of his fangs. “You wish to report on myself?”

“Why would I be in this horrible dungeon if I didn’t?” she asked sharply. “Didn’t I tell Walter to oil that door?”

“I like it creaky.”

“Well, I don’t.”

“As my Master wishes,” he murmured. “Where shall I start, little Master?”

She turned back toward the stairs. “Come with me. I’ll not be able to sleep if we do it here.” There was the sound of a smothered laugh, and Integra glanced over her shoulder. “What?”

Alucard grinned down at her and placed one hand on her shoulder. “Nothing, Master. Nothing.”




Integra put her pencil down and sighed. Alucard was lounging against her bed, arms over his chest as he watched her.

“All right. Who didn’t you kill?”

The vampire thought.

He made counting motions with his fingers.

He took a deep breath and held it, closing his eyes and mouthing something.

He let his breath out.

“Oh, get on with it!” Integra snapped. “Surely you didn’t kill everyone you came in contact with!”

“Just most of them,” he said brightly, grinning. Then he caught the eraser she threw at him. “You should have seen the banquet amongst the dead. It really was---”

“I don’t need to hear that!”

Alucard gave her an innocent look. “But it happened. It’s historical.” That had been his main reasoning for telling her about his gruesome acts.

She glared again. “That does not mean you need to describe it to me in detail.”

“You said it had to be as detailed a report as possible.”

Integra sighed and looked out the window. “That is not the sort of detail a fourteen-year-old needs to be reporting on,” she said as she turned back to him, “and--- get the bloody hell off of my bed, you nutter!”

Alucard was laying on his stomach in the middle of her pink bedspread, idly chewing on the brim of his hat, his glasses holding his hair back on his head as he watched her.

“Whut?” he mumbled through the fabric in his mouth. He kicked his feet in the air slowly.

Integra screamed in frustration and pulled out the SuperSoaker she’d gotten from Sir Islands for Christmas, pumped it, and aimed it right at Alucard’s grinning face.

“Oh, water. You think I’m a cat, Masaaaaargh!”

He rolled off the bed and thumped onto the floor, holding his face, and Integra grinned triumphantly.

“I had Reverend Hartwell bless the water in this toy,” she told him. “Stings, doesn’t it? Now why don’t you be a good vampire and be of help to me?”

There was a growl from the other side of her bed.

“That was an order, Mr. Vampire.”

Alucard’s hands pressed into the mattress. Disheveled black hair rose slowly into view, and then his eyes glared hotly at her. His face was streaked with blood and slowly healing from the burns, and he was snarling.

Integra turned back to her paper. “Now, after being sent to the Turks as a political hostage, you--- aiiiiiiiii!”

He’d flung himself at her, knocking her out of her chair and rolling back onto the ground. He was straddling her, pinning her arms above her head as he thrust his face close to hers. He smelled of blood.

“You think that’s funny, Integra?” he growled. Integra struggled to get free, fear pounding in her chest.

“Let me go, monster!”

He growled, an animal sound that made her shudder. “That fucking hurt, you brat. Have you ever been splashed with acid?”

She glared up at him. “You bloody well had it coming! Now off!”

He laughed in her face. “I serve you by choice, little girl. Don’t treat me like some dog.” He shifted his grip to one hand and put the free one between his knee and her side.

“Choice? You don’t have any choice, not since my great-grandfa---aaaaaaaa!” She started shrieking again, but this time with laughter. Alucard had started tickling her, and she cursed the day she’d told him her weakness. “Damn you! Damn you, monster!” she shrieked between peals of laughter, struggling with all her might. “Let me goooo! Aaaah! Walter! Heeeeeelp!”

Alucard started howling with laughter, not showing her any mercy. “How do you like that, little Master?” he called above her howls. “Payback is, as the Americans say, a bitch!”

Tears were streaming from Integra’s eyes as she bucked and twisted, shaking her head. “Noooo . . . Aiya! Lemme goooooo!” It was getting hard to breathe.

“You’re turning red, Master! How do you like it? Do you give up?”

“I’m --- I’m --- I’m going to wet myself!” she managed, thrashing her head back and forth as she giggled and laughed. “Lemme go! I’ll be good, I promise!”

Alucard bent down and buried his face in her neck, wrapping his arms around her back and lifting until she sat in his lap. Integra was still whimpering with giggles as she held him close and laughed into his shoulder.

“You’re a terrible, terrible man, Alucard,” she snickered.

He was still chuckling. “I know, Master.”

She leaned back and they grinned at each other, and Walter chose that moment to open the door. “You called, Inte . . . gra . . . ?”

She and Alucard looked at Walter, then at each other, and started laughing again.

Walter didn’t look amused.

“This wretched beast attacked me,” Alucard said as Integra turned around in his arms, leaning back against his chest.

“He was on my bed,” she defended herself.

“She used holy water.”

“He knows better than to be on my bed.”

“Holy water,” Alucard stressed. “It hurt.”

“He tickled me!”

“She yelled at me!”

“You started it!”

He dug his fingers into her sides again and she screamed.

“Walteeeer!”

The butler gave a long-suffering sigh. “Your bath is almost ready, Sir Integra.” He emphasized the ‘Sir’ just slightly; a tacit reminder of her rank and responsibilities.

“May I put in the bubbles?” Alucard asked; a tacit reminder of her youth.

Integra rolled her eyes. “As long as you leave right after.”

He stood up and pulled her with him, then went to her closet and pulled out her Egyptian cotton bathrobe. Walter just bowed as they both left the room.

“I don’t think I deserved holy water in the face, Integra,” Alucard commented as they walked to the bathroom.

“I’m going to have the entire manor’s supply of water blessed if you don’t watch out,” she retorted.

He muttered under his breath and went right to the cupboard, taking out the bubble bath container. Then he crouched down next to the claw-foot tub and poured some in, little by little, his eyes darting to every bubble as Integra stood behind the dressing screen and took her clothes off.

Integra wrapped her bathrobe around herself and stepped out. She laughed at the huge pile of bubbles the vampire was poking at.

“Get out, already. We’ll finish my report after supper.”

Alucard stood and gave the bubbles one last, long look before patting her on the head. “I’m hungry.”

“No ravishing maidens,” she admonished.

“You’re the only true maiden here, and Walter looks hideous in a dress,” he replied, which made Integra giggle again.

“Go eat.”

He turned at the door and smirked at her. “Enjoy your bath, Integra.”



"Mr. Vampire" was inspired by this pic by Arheniel because it's cute.

The Holy Water SuperSoaker of Doom© was inspired by this pic by jamew85 because it's adorable.




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