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The door opened, as it often did, on Someplace Else. This someplace else was a stone hallway, well lit by electric lights, and allowing a warm puff of air to enter.

Which turns ice cold the next moment as something enters the bar, blocking out that light, and that warm air.

That something is a tall man, wearing violently red coat, hat, and cravat, a dark red-brown suit, and white gloves which hold an odd set of symbols on them, arranged almost like a seal to those who might recognize such. He is tall, far teller than a man should be, and wears yellow tinted sunglasses, red eyes visible only when he tilts his head down to peer over one side of them. One eye is visible, the other is hidden by the shock of black hair that escapes the control of his hat.

There is an air of boredom around him, an air that vanishes as soon as he steps in. He stares around for a moment, and one eyebrow rises, with a smirk soon following.

"What have we here? Secrets being kept? New doors where they shouldn't be? How very... interesting."

He steps forward, releasing the door slowly, and looking around carefully, smirk growing, and head canted curiously.

Something new... at last.

Welcome to Milliways, Alucard.

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Integral had been sitting quietly, reading the morning paper, an apple and a coffee at her elbow when the cool blast of air enter. It swept over her, pushing her hair forward a bit. With a frown she turned, and then nodded. "Ah, Alucard."

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That smirk quirks lightly as he stares at her, unsurprised by her presence.

"Integral."

His tone is dry, his familiarity deliberately filled with his trademark smirk. her presence is the only thing that does not surprise him about this place, so far.

"So you've managed to find some new place to hide from the paper pushers."

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"Well, you know how much I enjoy the beaurocracy." She notes dryly, lighting a cigarillo idly. "I suppose I should tell you first thing that there is no violence allowed in this Bar. Nor are we allowed to do our work here."

Ever the businesswoman. It's her sword and shield when things are weird.

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"Hnh."

He views the bar, then her again, moving closer to her seat.

"And I suppose there is some human security force around to make sure the rules are followed?"

The lilt in his voice isn't quite derision, but it borders on it. The next phrase is almost formal.

"One set of Rules bind me."

The word is almost audibly capitalized. He wont act her if she tells him not to. He is hers to call. Always. Even if he would never say so.

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She smiles a bit, behind the hand putting the cigarillo to her lips. "I have not, as of yet, inspected the security force. However, I have met werewolves and wizards, so one would assume the security force is of at least equal power to them. Also, though I doubt this needs mentioning, there is no nudity or sexual conduct in Bar proper."

Though the idea of Alucard being interested in that at all was almost comical to her, and her voice said as much.

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He laughed, amusement lighting his face for a moment as he let it out.

"I see. It sounds as if this is a most interesting hiding place you have found. Much more interesting that libraries or closets."

His voice surely holds no mockery of days past for his Mistress! Surely!

Riiiight.

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She made a face, flicking ash away with a quick, annoyed motion. "Hmmm."

Then her attention turned from him, back to the apple at her elbow. He hated to be ignored when he was teasing her. She knew this for a fact.

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His eyes tightened as he watched her, the smirk fading slightly, but only as his mind concentrated.

An old game, it was, between them.

"Turning herbivore suddenly? It might rot your mind, if you're not careful."

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"Well, I have seen what happens to the minds of pure carnivores." She noted lightly, turning the very red apple in her hands. It caught the light beautifully, and it looked delicious.

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"Yes, we become rather dashing, do we not?"

Only someone who knew him well would hear the self-mockery instead of bragging in his tone. The next moment, the sound is gone.

"Hm... almost intriguing, the way it resembles blood, glittering darkly in the light. You humans and your attempts to fool your bodies..."

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She quirked an eyebrow at his first statement, the ghost of a smile crossing her expression. "We need fruit as much as we need meat. Though, yes, it does resemble blood."

Her thumb stroked over the skin, mainly because she wasn't, honestly, really hungry.

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His smirk returned.

"What do you occupy yourself with, here? It seems unlikely that playing with apples would occupy much time at all."

His hand twitched, almost as if he was about to snatch the apple and his smirk glinted as did his eyes. Was that challenge in them?

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She noted, and tossed it, gently, into the air. "I talk to people. It seems there are many here who share an interest in magic, and I am always curious. As I said, I've met a werewolf, and now know not to extend the Hellsing Organization's jurisdiction to Scotland. Other than that, I simply relax. Time spent here seems to be extra, as no time passes back home."

Another light, playful toss. New games are just as much fun as old.

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The first thing she noticed was the taste of apples. The second was the weight on her. She gasped and sat up, wondering how she'd wound up undr a dead body. And who it was. And who she was.

Is it any wonder she screamed?

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and is it any wonder why the body, Alucard, woke to her scream, half draped across her, hand on her hand, and startled back slightly?

He barked a slight shout, then blinked, and stared up at her.

"Why are you--- is it-- are you okay?"

His voice was deep, and tinged with uncertainty, and concern. He shook his head, an ache within him, a cold that felt... different. And yet, looking at her, he felt a draw he could not name.

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"You're! But!" She was nearly hyperventilating. "Oh God, what were we doing?"

Moving corpse? WTFH?

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He eyed her, confused.

"Breathe, please."

He slowly levered himself up from her, seeing their positions and their touching, and his mind examined the evidence with a sobriety that surprised him.

"It appears we were, ah, possibly being intimate. "

He coughed.

"Or talking?"

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She blushed, furiously, but started to take deep breaths.

Intimate? But he was a corpse.

Or was he?

There was a certain draw. . .

"Excuse me, um, do you know my name? Or your name?"

First things first. Ever the businesswoman.

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He stared at her, eyes intent, and something tugged at him, a name, past his reach. He looked down at his... gloves? With reluctance, he looked back up at her.

"I am afraid I do not... just... I..."

He hesitated, not wanting to impose, and yet, he felt the draw, the connection.

"...I feel like I should, like I know you, even without your name. Your face is familiar, like a star that guides."

The words tripped out of his mouth, and he felt himself suddenly embarrassed, and yet... the feeling felt... unfamiliar.

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She grabbed his hand and looked at the lines, blushing madly. "Yes. We must be lovers, or something like that."

Hellsing?

"But it's all so strange. . ."

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He nods, slowly, and took one of her hands in his own, cupping it carefully.

"We must be such... for you seem to... draw me."

His eyes flickered to her lips, and to her hand, in his, then back to her eyes. He felt a surge of emotion, at once nervousness and fear and anticipation, and something like giddiness, and yet also the oddest sensation of triumph.

He moved again, and this time when hos body brushed hers, he did not steal himself from her, but moved beside her.

"We must have been ardent to so make a scene in an open room such as this."

He spoke almost as if he should apologize for whatever he had been doing, and looked down.

"I am-- sorry, if I embarrassed you."

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It was all so strange, and he was there, and there was this feeling and-

She kissed him after his apology, her eyes going wide at the feeling of fangs. "Oh my."

That was about all she could say, her heart was pounding, and her face flushed even darker.

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The kiss stilled his movement, and he was still before kissing her back.

She felt hot, intense and ... then there was... his fangs?

He lifted a hand as he pulled back softly, not far, eyes on hers and touched his fangs. A hint of something like fear, and confusion filled him, and his eyes, and his voice as he spoke.

"I have fangs? What am I?"

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She shook her head, looking a little bit scared. "I- I don't know."

After a moment she checked herself, and was a bit relieved to find that her teeth were all normal.

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He watched her and smiled, lips pulling it into an almost smirk.

"Your mouth is beautiful, as is the rest of you."

It felt right to say. Oh, how he would growl later, but now... this felt right, here, with this mind. His hand on hers gently stroked her skin.

"So soft, and warm..."

His voice was tender, soft, barely above a whisper.