Chapter: First encounter with Alucard

due to school stress a little shorter ^^

Integra, who listened carefully to the little one 's stories but did not stop her work for a moment, gave him a piercing look when he was finished. Alucard again. How many times had she told him that the organization wasn't a hotel. After Icognito's death, she was lucky to have been released and the Hellsing Organization allowed to resume service. She really didn't need a Vatican spy here. Wasn't it enough that this vampire and his little subordinate destroyed a not inconsiderable sum of money? Blood wasn't exactly cheap and after the small growth spurt of her house vampire she also had to get him new clothes and now he was still begging for a larger coffin and just brought strangers with him. She could pull her hair out. This guy drove her insane and his newest hobby was called "Nerve wir Integra" and she hated it.She understood that he was bored, but she couldn't help it that the guy had no hobbies, except to annoy her, understood himself.
Sighing, she looked at him again and called Walter, who shortly afterwards stood in the doorway and looked at his patient. He knew that he could pick up a lecture later, but he just felt sorry for the little one yesterday and he had always been a Samaritan.
"So, Drake, wasn't it? You have two options, either stay here and work for me, or we'll chase you ..." Integra didn't even look at him when she said this, but kept hacking on her pc.
"Walter will give you something to wear and your room will be in the basement. Everything will be set up this afternoon." She knew his answer. Of course he would work here, what choice did he have? That was better than being chased and chased.He politely said goodbye, thanked him for the chance to show his skills and followed Walter.
“Does it still hurt a lot?” Asked the butler, pointing to the bandage on his hip.
"Um, no, thank you very much for the help ..:" He obviously felt uncomfortable walking next to him so naked. Again the little vampire examined the floor.
"You don't have to be so shy, kid," Walter smiled at him. "Believe me, we've seen completely different things" With these words, he opened the door to one of the countless rooms and pressed his stitched and slightly modified clothes towards the boy. They matched his changed physique better now, but it was still his favorite bondage trousers with the chains and his lace-up shirt with the leather straps. He put it on enthusiastically and grinned happily at Walter. He hadn't had any clean clothes in a long time.
"Until your room is ready, you can first look around and familiarize yourself with everything.The best thing to do is to go to the training ground and find a suitable weapon "
With these words, Walter left the little vampire and devoted himself to Integra's lecture.

Drake looked after him, puzzled. He and fight? He didn't like violence and now should he fight? He'd be much more interested in who picked him up. He could only remember the eyes. Those great, red and sparkling eyes. They were beautiful and mysterious. But he had no idea how to find it. He sighed theatrically and ran back first. He would be hopelessly lost in the huge mansion. He passed Integra's office again, where Walter just came out stressed. His lecture was over, but then who was this fury roaring at? When Walter pulled away again, Drake stopped opposite the door. This woman had a very nice organ, because despite the thick wooden doors he understood every word. He found that very interesting, he wasn't listening, he was listening involuntarily.Grinning, he leaned against the railing and listened "involuntarily" spellbound.
"HOW OFTEN SHOULD I TELL YOU WE'RE NOT A HOTEL ALUCARD !!! You can't keep dragging in strangers just because you're bored"

The vampire patiently endured the lecture. How did he deserve this?
He rolled his eyes in annoyance, which his mistress did not see because of his glasses and luckily for him. He hadn't done anything wrong. Integra kept complaining about his habit of not helping injured people, but killing them whenever possible. Well, the little one wasn't human, but he found him interesting. He didn't really know why he'd picked him up, but boredom drives one to many things.
And especially him. He was always bored, but he wasn't allowed to do anything, except to play the house vampire in front of Integra. He had slowly enough and sometimes interfered in the rant about his bad behavior and his own actions."I couldn't have let him just run around like that. He would have caught on and at some point the press would be after us again." He just grinned at her. She hated that haughty grin. He knew he was right and that drove her crazy. She would have loved to wipe that broad, smug grin off his face with a thick book, but she controlled herself. After all, she was Sir Integra Wingates Hellsing and she couldn't allow herself to break out. She straightened her back, took a deep breath and looked into the big vampire's eyes, or she would if he didn't wear the glasses again. "Don't push it too far Alucard. You are still under my control and if you don't get to know your limits you will be put on a diet." Diet? She could be so mean. He was already getting too little blood for his circumstances. He was always hungry and that was really annoying. Grumbling and wordlessly he turned to go and for once used the door.Drake, however, was fascinated by the conversation. Who did the other voice belong to?
It sounded great, so deep and mysterious. He brooded the whole time, until suddenly the door was opened and a large, no for him rather huge, red figure left the room cursing. Drake stared at him. He had never seen such a big guy and anyway, the clothes and the demeanor, he was something very special, especially because Drake never heard a heartbeat from him. But there was something else, if he only knew something. So he was definitely not a person
“What are you staring at?” Alucard was clearly in a bad mood. He hated it when Integra blackmailed him. He growled angrily at the little one without actually meaning to
"N- nothing" Drake looked sadly at the floor again. He hadn't meant it that way. He pawed the ground with one foot uncertainly. He didn't dare look at the big guy again.
Alucard, didn't look at him again. He was way too mad for that.Furious, he stomped into the kitchen and once again grabbed at the blood reserves that were actually forbidden for him. He hated that stuff, but somehow he had to wash down his anger.
When most of it was gone or drowned in blood, he sighed and sat down on a chair and thought about it.
Drake, on the other hand, was still depressed. He was afraid of the big guy and didn't really want to meet him again. He found his way into the cellar and with a heavy heart lay down again in the coffin in which he had woken up. Who do you think it belonged to? It smelled nice and was comfortable. And he imagined the owner as a nice guy. Not like the one from before. He almost had a heart attack all the more when the guy suddenly stood in the doorway and looked at him.
Alucard went to one of the chairs without saying a word, took off his hat, coat and sunglasses and looked at him. What was the guy doing here again? Well, his room was probably not ready yet and he had dragged it here and so he had to endure it."Slide over" muttered Alu and pushed him a little to the side to lie down in the coffin with him. Once again he cursed inwardly about the cramped conditions, the world was just too small for him. He looked briefly at his coffin companion, grumbled, and turned his back on him. He wanted to sleep because that way he would at least avoid the constant boredom.