The woods are quiet, dark, and deep. The woods are quiet, dark, and deep. The woods are quiet, dark, and deep. I was reading the same line over and over again. I closed my eyes, hoping it would relieve the mental strain, but I doubted it would help.

I opened my eyes and let them shift over the clock on my bedside table. The screen was almost completely obscured by the pile of books in front of it, but I could read the time: 10:43. I had been reading for almost 10 hours. Reading is really all I had to pass my time.

I closed the book without marking my place and sat it at the top of the pile. I didn't much care for poetry, but I'd already read all of my favorite novels. My hand paused on top of the healthy pile of books. I took a look around the room. The master bedroom of the Hellsing House was extremely spacious; the biggest bedroom the house had to offer. As large and well decorated as it was, it offered me no entertainment. To me, it was same for walls that had confined me for two weeks, as if I was some caged animal. My eyes landed, first, on the tall, handsome set of old wooden bookshelves, I had collected my pile from. I thought about returning them before I retired for the night, but the thought of having to haul my body out of bed did not sound pleasant. Perhaps I would have Walter return them when he came to check in on me.

I turned my attention to the door parallel to my bed. I wanted so badly to bolt through it, to stretch my legs, breathe fresh air, and lead the Hellsing Organization with any sign of weakness, but I knew that wasn't an option. My personal doctor had ordered me to remain on strict bed rest for the rest of my condition. I should have fired him.

The mirror adjacent to my bed caught my attention next. I didn't dare look at it, however. I couldn't stand to see myself in such a form, so swollen and helpless. How could the once mighty Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing, fearless leader of the Hellsing Family Organization be reduced to such a state?

I finally turned off the lamp on my table and laid my head back on my pillow and stared up and the canopy encasing my bed. I knew there was no point in trying to sleep. I was much too restless. My hands met on top of my enlarged stomach, and, as if trying to offer some sort of remedy to my boredom, the child inside began to stretch and move its limbs.

How could I let this happen? I thought to myself. I rolled over to face the empty space beside me. It was now devoid of the man that lay there months earlier. The man whose cold, daft hands whisked clothes away from my body to reveal bare, warm flesh beneath. The man whose dry lips traced my collarbone with kisses. The man whom I allowed beside me, and inside of me. Well he's not really a man, now is he?

This wasn't supposed to happen. The conception of a vampire/human hybrid is extremely rare, almost unheard of, but with my luckā€¦ My hands shifted lower, from resting on my stomach, to holding it. Maybe luck had nothing to do with it. Maybe this is God's way of punishing me for betraying him, my queen, and my country by allowing demon knowledge of me. I fornicated with a vampire and now I must live with the consequences forever.

No one else knew of this. Well, the entire Hellsing Organization knew I was pregnant, but no one knew who the father was, and no one dared ask. I supposed Walter knew, but he never bought it up, and of course he knew. I never explicitly told him, but he knew.

I was jolted from my thoughts by the child inside of me suddenly jerking to attention, moving around wildly. I winced from the shots the infant was delivering to my innards, and propped myself up on my elbows for what was to come. The child frequently kicked and moved around, but only one person got it to act as wild as this. I didn't know what it was, but I suspected the vampire in it was able to sense when he was around.

"I know you're there, Alucard", I called annoyed to the darkness surrounding my room. There was no reply, but I knew he was only toying with me. I sighed and bowed my head exasperatedly. "If you're done playing games, I would really like to get some sleep."

"Sleep? At this hour?" came a familiar voice from the shadows. Finally, Alucard emerged from the shadows and stood at the edge of my bed in the path of the moonlight beaming through my large window. He smiled, bearing his sharp, white teeth and titled his head playfully. "You're not even tired."

"Of course, I'm tired", I lied. "Its late. Did you complete your assignment?"

"The pathetic excuse for a vampire has been eternally silenced", he reported as he started to take steps towards me.

"And its human master?" I asked, ignoring his advance. "How was he dealt with?"

Alucard was now standing at my bedside, directly in front of me. He leaned down, placing one hand on the headboard and his face less than an inch from mine. He smirked. "You know me", he breathed and the nauseating smell of blood on his cool breath gave me my answer.

My brow twitched agitatedly, but he only moved closer, until his torso was leaning on my body and those cool lips grazed mine once again. How he was still turned him on was beyond me. I was bloated and swollen and fat. I was a blob compared to how I used to be before my condition. He didn't seem to mind, however. It was like he didn't even notice.

I accepted his kiss and he responded hungrily devouring my mouth, lightly taking hold of my bottom lip with his teeth, just enough to not draw blood. I brought my hands to his back, wrapping my arms around him and pulling him close. He smelled like blood and gunpowder but I didn't care. God knows I needed this.

My little divine punishment wasn't having it, however. Before things could escalate any further, it kicked, harder than it had ever done before. I held in a yell and Alucard broke our kiss suddenly and stared at me. He must have felt it, too. He frowned at me quizzically for a second, before smirking. He kissed my again, a short one this time, before he stood up and walked away. He paused for a moment in that same beam of moonlight. He turned his head and smiled at me. "Good night, Master", he said before he disappeared in the shadows from whence he came.

I just stared ahead, aghast. Did that moment really just happen or was it just a dream? How could he just up and leave like that? I looked down at my engorged stomach. Did it scare him? I thought? No, that's impossible. I doubt the all-powerful Alucard could be intimidated by a fetus. But then again, he isn't the easiest person to read.

I returned to the position I was in before the whole encounter started, flat on my back, staring up at that same white silk canopy.