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Obligatory disclaimer: I do not own Hellsing. I make no
money from this. This is a work of fiction containing adult themes and
situations, and if sex between a vampire and human (a cartoon vampire,
no less) bothers you, you shouldn�t be here.

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�Sir Integra?�

�I�m going for a bath, Walter. Ensure that no one disturbs
me.�

�Yes, Sir.�

It started innocently enough. After all, it had been a humid
summer so far, and taking two baths a day was not terribly unusual. Then the
number of baths went from two to three, sometimes four a day. But Walter was
not concerned till the maid brought the blood to his attention.

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�Sir Integra,� said the aged butler hesitantly, knocking on
her bedroom door.

�Come in, Walter.�

�Sir, I do not normally disturb you at this hour, but I
wanted to ask: Is everything all right?� The concern was evident in Walter�s
voice.

�Why would everything not be all right? Everything�s
perfectly fine.�

�Um. Yes, Sir. I will not be disturbing you then.� Walter
bowed his way out of her bedroom, and, a worried frown deepening the lines on
his face, walked slowly to the basement.

The dank, stonewalled dungeon echoed with Walter�s
footsteps. His walk faltered before the first steel-reinforced door, as the
butler considered Ceres Victoria�s take on the situation. Then, he shook his
head. No, adorable as Miss Victoria was, she was neither mature nor experience
enough to be of any use. His first choice, though a bad one from every other
perspective, would be the best one to shed light on this matter.

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�Lord Alucard? May I come in?�

Angel of Death. To what do I owe the honor?

�There is a certain matter regarding Sir Integra. A certain
grave matter.� The door to Alucard�s sparse room swung open of its own accord.

�I wondered how long it would take you to notice. She�s been
having nightmares lately.�

�Sir Integra? Nightmares? About what?�

�I cannot tell � I have been ordered not to pry into her
mind without an invitation. I haven�t received one � it probably got lost in
the mail.�

�Well, the nightmares may explain the bedclothes, even the
blood. But everything else?�

�Blood? Start at the beginning, Angel.� There was a hint of
command in Alucard�s usually teasing tone.

�Well, about a week after she had recovered sufficiently
from the Buvanshee attack to be up and about, Sir Integra started taking baths
� an unusual number of baths. The number kept increasing, and the maid informed
me today that Sir took two baths and three showers. Then, the drawings � an
arcane symbol the likes of which I have never seen. She keeps doodling � while
she is on the phone, on the tablecloth, everywhere. Lately her bed sheets have
been covered with the symbols, evidently drawn while she was asleep.�

Up till this point, Alucard had been listening silently, his
concentration fixed on Walter�s words. At the mention of the symbol, Alucard�s
gaze snapped up. �What does this�symbol�look like?�

�I�m not sure � I would almost say it is a stylized version
of a hunting horn, enclosed by three squares, with strange letters, not quite
Hebrew, not quite enochian, interspersed between the squares.�

Alucard snarled, his lips drawing out in an obscene parody
of a smile. �Something like this?� He ripped open the blood pack lying on the
table, and used the blood to draw something on the wooden surface.

�That�s it, exactly, Alucard! And, before I forget, she has
also taken to clawing at her chest in her sleep. Sir�s nightclothes come back
with their front soaked in blood.�

�Leave it to me, Angel of Death. This has gone on long
enough.�

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Master. How many times have I told you that you belong to
me?

What are you talking about, Alucard. Get out of my room!

You belong to me, and yet you allow some pathetic
she-freak to mark you?

Alucard! Obey me now, or I will fill your thick head with
lead!

Temper, temper, Miss Hellsing. I know what you dream of,
little girl.

At this, Integra finally dropped her eyes, staring at the
floor. �I�� she whispered. �I can�t wash her scent off me.�

�I am not surprised. Is this why you have taken to
overindulgence in that quaint human custom, bathing?�

�However hard I try, I cannot wash off the feel of that
she-freak�s tongue. The taint sits on my skin like a film of oil over water,
contaminating everything I touch! Sometimes I can even see it�black, green.�
All this time, Integra had been looking at the floor, her voice becoming softer
with every syllable. A hand touched her shoulder.

Why didn�t you tell me?

You said I would always be that little girl to you. You
are here to protect me from the horrors outside, Alucard, not the horrors
produced by my own fetid mind. Emotion, reason, logic � it was all jumbled
together at this point in Integra�s head, and nothing could make sense. The
black film she could feel on her chest, her hands, her stomach, her
neck, was throbbing, burning the closer Alucard came to her.

�Not her blood, Alucard. That I dealt with by ripping
my own throat out. This�taint, this impurity, I cannot remove. I am defeated,
Servant. I am tired.� The last was said in a whisper.

�Master,� Alucard was whispering too, his sensuous lips just
inches from Integra�s ear. �Let me wash this taint from you. Let me purify
you.�

�Purify?�

�Purify.�

Gently, Alucard began to unbutton Integra�s blouse. A blush,
starting at the roots of her platinum hair, began to creep downwards.

My Master blushes most prettily.

Alucard!

A blush � so simple, really, but it heralds life. Blood
pumping in your veins, heat throbbing through your breast. Alucard punctuated
each thought-transmitted word with a caress. With a final flick of his wrist,
Integra�s blouse lay open, her breasts standing proud. Long gouges were carved
into the center of her chest, a slash continuing up and around, cutting into
her right nipple. It was this nipple that Alucard�s tongue touched first,
wrapping around and giving it a gentle flick. Integra was too enthralled, too
spellbound in the etheric battle inside her mind to take much notice.

Alucard�s tongue laved over her right breast, then Integra�s
left, gently licking over every spot the Buvanshee had touched in the
desecration of his beloved master. In her mind�s eye, Integra could see the
oily film over her chest replaced by glowing red eyes � eyes she was most
comfortable with.

�Let me take her taint from your flesh, Master.�

A moan was Integra�s only response. Careful not to graze her
with his teeth, Alucard began to lick at the base of Integra�s throat.
Carefully, gently, he licked around the scar, and over it. Suddenly, his head
darted lower. A faint green outline, bleeding sickly light, was appearing on
Integra�s stomach, outlining the symbol Integra had been feverishly trying to
expunge from herself. Little had she known that with each repetition, instead
of becoming externalized, the taint on Integra had been growing stronger.

But vampires should take note � the power of The No Life
King is not one to be trifled with. The green sigil was swallowed by the
familiar red star-and-circle, the sigil that bound the fates of Alucard and the
Hellsing family. Slowly rotating, the red sigil sank back into Integra�s
stomach, leaving smooth, unmarked skin in its wake.

Alucard smiled, his feral grin back in place as his tongue
reached out to lick at Integra�s navel. His gloved hands came up, gently
guiding Integra�s thick pajamas down. His tongue traced a wet path down from
her navel, to the first honey-drops of unconscious desire beading on Integra�s
nether lips.

Sir Integra�s eyes snapped open. The cold blue gaze met twin
pinpoints of fire. �Alucard� �Laura� did not touch me there.� Alucard�s mouth
came closer, his tongue tracing lazy circles around her clitoris.

I am most displeased, Master, that that pathetic excuse
for a vampire was allowed to touch you here, and here, and Alucard�s hands
rose to gently knead Sir Integra�s breasts, before me. Reparation must be
made, by allowing me to touch here, and here. His fingers made their point,
dancing around her vagina, slick with moisture. They had yet to break eye
contact.

There was nothing �allowed� about her touch, Alucard. And
it certainly was not arousing.

Good. Then there are things left for me to teach you
after all. Alucard�s tongue extended further, giving Integra�s cunt a long
swipe, from anus to clitoris. She broke first, closing her eyes, her legs
trembling in unspoken ecstasy.

And a good evening to you, Miss Hellsing.

The morning had better be good as well, Alucard.

Is that an order, Master?
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