The sensation was so familiar; shadows like fabric of thin velvet wrapping around her feet and legs, curling up before becoming one with her own. Only Alucard would believe she never noticed. It was too similar, it was impossible! Holding her breath, Integra was unable to think clearly as his voice rang in her ears. She had thought he was gone forever. She had assumed that…
No, he was gone. The git bid farewell to her already! He wouldn’t dare to be this cruel!
She blinked the droplets of the cold rain dripping on her eyelashes, face half covered with her long, dampened hair strands. He appeared as if nothing had happened moments ago. As if he didn’t disobey her explicit commands to not disappear, to not close her eyes. He cheekily asked for her orders as if nothing had changed. But, he didn’t realize that everything changed. Integral couldn’t believe him or himself. She recognized the voice, the mannerisms and the silhouette of the vampire in front of her, but she couldn’t bring herself to acknowledge his presence.
There were many explanations to address the fact she was standing on an empty, deserted street in the middle of the night, drenched from the Flood of above with the man that was supposed to be gone, instead of…
Major…
“It would appear, my mind has already reached the ends of my sanity,” she muttered bitterly to herself, walking pass Alucard as if he did not exist. No, he could not exist any longer. This was all a hallucination of a strained and tired woman who could not even find shelter of the rain.