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Author's notes: Hey! I got a lot of shocked reviews in regards to the last chappy . . . does it really
surprise you that much? I told you he was bi. Anyway, glad you liked it! On with the story!
Sorry this chap is so short but I have very little time to write today ^_^'
After describing in detail exactly what had happened to her at least seven times, Victoria
was irritated. Why, oh why couldn't they just take a blood sample or something? Finally, they
did just that and sent her on her way. Walter met her at the door. She smiled at him as he
opened the door to the car for her. He drove her back to the manor and dropped her off before
leaving to run some errands.
Walking inside, and taking off her jacket (it had been a rather cold day), she headed for
the basement. Suddenly, as she was about to turn the corner gong down the hall to her room, she
caught a rather familiar scent . . . cautiously slowing her steps, she recognized it before she got
too close. Master Alucard. She smiled to herself. She continued walking as though she had not
noticed anything, and then just as he was about to grab hold of her, she spun around and took
hold of his wrists, rising on her toes to kiss him before letting go and running away. A silent grin
crossed Alucard's face before he followed her.
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Waking from a dream, Malakai sat up slowly and blinked a few times to clear his eyes.
When at last the sleep left his system, he raised the lid to his coffin all the way (since he was
human it had to be cracked open to let in some air), and left his room. Walking upstairs, he made
his way to the kitchen to find something to eat. For some reason he found himself craving
chinese food lately . . . he wondered idly if there was any . . . rice would be good . . .
Opening the door, he found Walter. He was kneeling in front of the open fridge,
checking all the drawers and such and making a list on a small pad of paper that was in his hand.
"Hello, Walter."
"Oh, good evening, Malakai."
The retainer seemed not to notice that Malakai was walking through the manor without a
shirt on.
"Hmmmm . . . Walter?"
"Yes?"
"Do we have any rice around here?"
"Hmmm yes, I believe we do."
"Good. I'm in the mood for something oriental."
"I thought you might be."
Walter stood slowly and approached one of the cupboards. He opened it and reached to
the second shelf, pulling down a bag of white rice. He thanked Walter and shortly after he left,
with a bowl of steaming rice and some chopsticks (something he never expected to find) in hand.
Walking into the shooting range, he saw Isaac . . .
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Sighing, Integra gazed grimly at the man standing in front of her. His arrival had been
anticipated, especially since she had pulled Isaac from the field.
"You were given clear instructions, Integral Hellsing."
"Instructions I saw fit to ignore."
"How dare you defy our-"
"I am the leader of the Hellsing Organization, Adam, not you. I will do as I see fit, in
regards to my organization and my men."
"Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing, I-"
"Aaah, so we're moving up to full names now, are we? I am not a child, and I do not
need to be scolded like one. Now please leave."
"Very well. But his father will be hearing about this."
"And?"
Angry, Adam left the office. Integral smiled to herself. Moments later, the door opened.
A young man a few years older than Integra poked his head in.
"Cousin?"
"Jake?"
"May I . . . speak to you?"
"Of course!"
Isaac's older brother stepped into the room. He approached the desk, eyes shimmering
with unshed tears.
"I . . . just wanted to thank you for . . . helping my brother."
"No need. What your father did was wrong."
"I know and it's my fault."
"Your fault?"
"I'm the one who caught Isaac . . . Mother even knew about it . . . but . . . none of us
cared except for him . . ."
"I am sorry."
"Take care of my brother, okay?"
"I will. Goodbye."
"Goodbye."

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