These are but some of the few things I know about him for it was never easy to understand my master.

And It is at nights like this, when sleep proved to be elusive, that she finds herself ruminating or at times, brooding over certain matters.

She walked towards her armoire and pulled a dress out. It is a backless cobalt blue velvet creation, The dress has a decollete. The floor-length gown was nipped at the waist, but flared voluminously from her hips down; showcasing her slim figure to the utmost. Her breasts had filled out as of late and the dangerously low neckline displayed her cleavage.

She thought of her bedroom, smelling of vanilla and marshmallows, a smell wafted by the fragrance diffuser which Walter had put on top of her armoire last week, a curious thing with a little jar like receptacle filled with oil on top of a figurine like small candle-holder.

She reads the pamphlets the doctor gave her and listened carefully to the doctor's explanation of why all of a sudden the blouses that Walter had ordered to have made for her not more than three months ago is starting to feel tight around the chest and why the skirts she often wore that reaches her mid-calf had crept up a few inches and now ends in her knee.

The mission lasted for four hours. She peeled off her blood splattered clothes, leaving it in an unceremonious heap in the bathroom floor and went to turn the tap for a bath, leaving the faucet on, as a slow steady flow of warm water filled the tub for her to soak in later.

At thirteen, Integra is still clueless about sex.

She nevertheless is a tigress.

A glimpse on Alucard and Integra's affair.

Nothing tempts Alucard like resistance-resistance combined with beauty.

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

Reminiscences and fragmented recollections from many years ago, they surface and slice up my consciousness like shards of broken glass.