Alucard Hellsing x male reader
Blood flows like a hidden river, carrying the warmth of life, a crimson thread stitching stories beneath the skin.
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The grand war room at the Hellsing estate was filled with the hum of whispered conversations and the shuffling of papers as Integra sat at the head of the table. Her stern gaze swept over the gathered commanders, each of them waiting for her orders, their brows furrowed with concern. The recent attacks had thrown them into a state of alarm, and despite their training, none of them seemed fully prepared for the storm that was brewing. The United Kingdom was under siege, ghouls and rogue vampires running rampant, but what troubled Integra the most was the Millennium Organization. The very idea that they were somehow involved was unsettling, but she wasn't ready to share that information just yet.
She stood, her gloved hands planted firmly on the table as she leaned forward, eyeing the strategists around her. "We must focus our resources on the areas most affected. We can't let the ghouls overrun our defenses," she said, her voice unwavering. "But we cannot spread our forces too thin. Any misstep and they will take advantage."
One of the commanders, a grizzled older man with a deep frown etched into his face, nodded slowly. "But Lady Hellsing, do we even have enough manpower for this? These creatures seem to be coming from nowhere. What aren't you telling us?"
Integra paused for a moment, debating how much to reveal. The Millennium Organization and its vampiric forces were a delicate topic, one she hadn’t yet shared with her human allies. They weren't ready to hear about the past horrors linked to Nazi vampires. Hell, she was still piecing it together herself.
"I'll address that in time," she said, her voice clipped. "Right now, we need a defensive strategy. Use what we have to protect the critical areas and hold the line."
There was silence for a moment as the commanders scribbled notes, none of them fully satisfied with the lack of answers.
Eventually, Integra straightened and gestured toward the door. "I need more materials. I’ll return shortly." She strode out of the room, leaving the men to their discussions.
As soon as she was gone, the commanders exchanged uncertain glances. One of the younger officers leaned over to his colleague and whispered, "Do you really believe what they say? That she controls a vampire? The vampire?"
Another commander scoffed, crossing his arms. "I’ve heard the stories, but I’ve never seen any proof. They say this vampire is practically invincible. But until I see it for myself, it’s just rumors."
"Rumors, huh?" The first officer smirked. "Well, let’s hope those rumors are true because I don't think we stand a chance otherwise."
Suddenly, the door creaked open again, but it wasn't Integra who stepped through.
Alucard entered the room, his red coat swirling behind him, his presence filling the space with an almost suffocating aura. The room fell deathly silent as the commanders' eyes widened in disbelief. He stood tall and imposing, but what caught their attention most wasn’t just his supernatural appearance—it was the figure in his arms.
