imperial_stage | Well, since -he- gets one...

Well, since -he- gets one...

Who: Integra, a few of her unlucky men, and... whoever decides they really want to show up.
What: Integra's "bachelorette" party, AKA people show up and drink tea with her to celebrate this ever joyous occasion, and she'll just sit and twitch and nod.
When: February 25th, morning until... afternoon. LOL.
Where: Integra's favorite little tea shop. [NO SHENANIGANS, LADIES D:<]
Warnings: Tea time. Forever. I can't see this being very wild, this is Integra we're talking about here. Unless, naturally, someone decides to make things wild. I'm all for this, too. :D

Integra sat quietly in the corner she always sat in, very much attempting to go unnoticed by the rest of the world. With a hum, she sipped at the earl grey she'd ordered.

It was at this point, however, that the little bell on the door jingled, signaling someone else had entered. Integra's gaze lifted, to reveal three of her men, who looked somewhat... nervous. Her brows drew together. What could possibly bring them here, when they knew she was attempting to have her solitude?

Saluting, the all stepped up to her table. "Lady Integra," the first man soke up. He was tall and in his usual Hellsing attire. "I know it may not be appropriate, but the boys-- men and myself decided to pitch in to get you a little wedding gift," he blurted out wearily, the two behind him nodding quickly. Without a second thought, they shoved a tiny, horribly wrapped little box at her.

The heiress glanced at it, before shrugging and opening it carefully. Inside was... the most beautiful crystal cross necklace she'd ever seen. It was small and feminine, which, usually she would complain about or scoff at... but even she couldn't find it in her heart to do so. It was a nice gesture, and something that she'd never expected them to do.

"Thank you, it's lovely," she began, forcing herself to scoot over on her seat. "Won't you join me for a bit of tea?" she asked, wanting very much to send them away, and yet not being able to find it in her heart of hearts to do so after such a gesture. Unfortunately for her, the three sat right on down, and she sighed.

...And then, the bell jingled again.

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His words, as annoying as they are, seemed to calm her ever so slightly, but she still eyed him wearily, waiting for the punchline to his little joke.

And then, suddenly, he was behind her. She had to supress the urge to sigh or even bat his hands away. Instead, she closed her eyes and frowned. "Yes, thank you for telling me what I already know, Alucard."

Finally, however, she did reach up and lightly nudged his hands away from her head. She could feel a headache coming on, nothing a little glass of brandy wouldn't cure. "I'm going inside now," she announced, standing up.

Annoying vampire likes to be annoying, but that because the handsome devil is becoming aware he is growing quite attached to her. He never felt this way before, not even with his previous master, her father.

The feeling is new.

"I'm just reminding you." He said, his voice rumbled. That little speech is just his way of expressing his creativity and he smiled because he's like sharing it.

Now that his excitement subsided, his eyes still glow back to their normal glow but with less intensity.

"Mmm." And when she goes, he walked right behind her. Her loyal shadow.

Perhaps this is payback for the time when she was thirteen, when she decided to try and get under his skin by asking him where babies came from. Naturally she'd already known, but she wanted to get a reaction from the vampire. She hadn't gotten much of one and it'd been disappointing, but still... perhaps this was why he felt the need to harrass her a good majority of the time.

Or perhaps it was because he was boerd. Either or, she merely shrugged at him and turned, walking into the house, not at all surprised that he was following after her. She stuffed her hands into her pockets, moving almost silently through the dark corridors.

"What do you plan on doing this evening?"

And he told her back then, "You'll find out when you get older." Which she did. And she was disappointed. Not as exciting, but if he said the stork delivered her, she could tell that he's telling tall tales.

Following right behind her. "Nothing in particular." Which is unfortunately the vampire's life most of the time through the years that she's growing up.

She'd hoped to have gotten a reaction like her father's had been. Arthur's cheeks had turned a bright shade of pink, and he'd stuttered and even flailed at her, telling her to go run and study. She'd already known the answer, but his expression was absolutely pricess. The vampire, on the other hand, had a much tamer reaction. How disappointed she had been.

Tiredly, she trudged up the stairs and into her office, pushing the door open. Moving behind her desk, she sat down and immediately lit up a cigar, sighing. There was absolutely no paperwork on her desk, a first in all the years she'd been running the Organization. "Hn... how boring, then, hm?"

The vampire is way too old, that's why.

He slipped on his favorite old couch. It was always the same couch he sat on, for every night they have a chat like this.

"At least your day is interesting. Going to a tea-shop, I mean. Meanwhile, I'm catching up the latest news of war that is happening throughout the nations." Smiling. "Would you like to hear them?"

"It wasn't interesting," she replied suddenly. "It was meant to be relaxing, but then a few of my men showed up," she continued, pausing. The day hadn't been a complete waste, and really, it had been a nice gesture. She couldn't complain.

A brow arched at his next question, and she merely shook her head, taking a long drag from her cigar. "No, I'm tired of hearing about war. We'll be dealing with it enough shortly," she replied suddenly.

There was a question on her mind, though. The No Life King was a confident King, yes, but she had to question him. "Alucard, do you ever get lonely?"

Such a shame. He would tell her about what he heard from the bar the other night. About a crazed man, a warrior that risen from Hell itself in Galumond and wreck devastation the entire country side there. Also, there is also a rumor that a war about a Holy Grail that is about to erupt.

How to answer that? Yes? If he said, no. She knew he would be lying. She's too perceptive and she's catching on to him too closely.

Not that he minded.

"Sometimes. Your father hidden me in the basement for many years until you found me. He deemed me as a too powerful a drug to be used as more than the occasional medicine."

She tilted her head, interested. Yes, she supposed twenty years alone, chained up and unable to move or feed in the dark would be a lonely existance.

Then again, hadn't he said that he had been content in his slumber? "I see... and do you still get lonely, even though you are not down in the basement on a permanant basis?"

Content? Yes, he was content. That was then.

This is now.

Master have so many questions. That haven't change ever since the first day they met. "That is my destiny and my fate. Maybe that would change in the future." If he has one.

But the future lies in the present, the now, and he's looking at her deliberately.

"I'm sure it will," she replied, picking up her cigar and finishing it off, before snubbing the embers out in said ashtray from before. Leaning back in her seat, she folded her hands neatly against the desk and regarded him quietly.

"Yes, indeed... I'm sure it will change. Things always change, and I believe that as the years go on, you can fit in successfully with the rest of humanity."

Fit in...? With the rest of humanity?

Now that's...Alucard doesn't know what to say that. It was here that they both differ in their point of views.

"I'm a Monster, my dear Master." At that he rose up. "I'm going for a walk in the woods." Because he do love those walks...to clear his head.

"You are," she confirmed easily, shrugging her shoulders. "But behind the monster, there is a man, is there not?"

At his announcement, she merely nodded. "Very well, then. Do as you wish, Alucard."

"Was a man." He was dead after all. Now he is just one nightmare away when the war comes and she was his to turn on the faucet of Hell that will sing in the dreams of humanity for generations to come.

Rising up from his chair, tipping his hat. "Good night, my Master."

Then a pause and there's a beat.

But behind the monster, there is a man.

Is there or is there not? He searched his heart.

Maybe there is a man within him after all. That man who is gasping, struggling, reaching up towards to the surface of the light. Pitifully. Weak. Fingers clutching on a fragile bird that slips away from his fingers called Hope.

Looking at her, deliberately, the Count finally asked, "Tomorrow night, shall we go to the tea shop together?"

"Good night, then, Alucard. Have a pleasant walk," she concluded, reaching down to grab her pen and-- ah, that's right. No paper work. She frowned, but then quickly glanced back up when he spoke again.

"Yes, that would be nice. I think that, perhaps, we both need to relax a bit... this downtime is only brief. After next week, we will have much to do, I'm assuming, considering there are going to be a lot of people after us. So yes, we will go to the tea shop and relax tomorrow evening."

Her habit of work, both habitual and automatic is comical. A small smile twitch on his lips, but he held back his laugh.

A pause. After one brief, intense moment. It was a downtime moment, yes, but it was quite intense.

"Indeed we do." Lots of people, she said. Where they do come from and will the madness ever end.

"Looking forward to it." And being a vampire, he merely walked through the door instead of doing the human way out and open it.

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