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~Hellsing
and all related characters belong to Kouta Hirano. Thou shalt not sue the
muse.~

(Another fanfiction inspired this. Indeed, many fanfictions
mention this particular desire Alucard expresses, but so few ever depict what
could happen. I chose to do so.)

BANG!!

The sound of the gunshot echoed
throughout the room. For a moment, all was still. The winter moonlight flooding
the opened bay windows illuminated a scene from any popular horror genre: a
beautiful woman, silvery hair loose around her waist, ice blue eyes narrowed
and hard gazing down at the corpse at her feet. Her white pajamas were marred
by splashes of thick, red blood, and it had soaked through to her skin. Spots
of the viscous liquid marked her face and the parts of her which the pajamas
did not cover. Against her golden skin, the blood was black. In her hand was a
smoking pistol, shining dully in the faint light. A burning gleam of exultation
was in her eyes, those cold, vicious eyes fastened on the wreck of the ghoul
who had snuck into her bedroom and tried to assault her in her bed. Sir
Integral Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing stood over the remains of the ghoul and
smiled down cruelly at the body.

"Don't
fuck with a Hellsing," she said quietly, the steel in her voice matching
that of her backbone. Tossing her hair away from her face, she realized it was
sticky with the ghoul's blood. Her own blood stained her neck and breasts,
running from the cut the creature had managed to inflict while she was
retrieving her gun from beneath her pillow. Her eyes narrowed as she looked up,
sensing something emerging from the shadows by her closet. Another shot echoed
throughout the room, and Alucard, her vampiric servant, barely missed taking a
mercury bullet through the shoulder. His wine-red eyes narrowed as he slid into
the moonlight, both Joshua and Jackal in his hands, the hat and orange
sunglasses missing from his face. He glanced down at the ghoul, midnight black
hair sliding to obscure one of his eyes. His low, rough voice was wry when he spoke.

"It
seems I am unnecessary, Master." Integra's voice was equally wry when she
replied, setting her gun on the side table.

"And
the vampire behind this attack, Alucard?" He laughed in his usual, manical
manner, his eyes having not yet set on her.

"Now
dust salting the front walk. Walter will have a little less to do in the
morning." His red eyes flashed, and his head lifted as he scented her
blood, the thick, rich Hellsing blood which sang in his lusts. Immediately, his
eyes fastened on Integra, taking in the quantity of blood staining her pajamas,
and beading on her skin. "Were you injured?" She turned away,
searching for her glasses.

"A
small cut, nothing more." He moved closer, silently, stealthily, watching
her search fruitlessly for her glasses. He saw, as she could not, the shattered
lenses lying beneath the bed. Her blood, and the blood of the ghoul, scented
the air, and he watched Integra shift, pulling at the sticky cloth. Her voice
softly muttered something about 'damn stuff', but she ignored her own
discomfort, still hunting for the silver frames she needed to see. Alucard's
eyes glowed brightly as he looked at her, noting the way her breath showed in
the frosty night air, and within a heartbeat, he was behind her, so close his
chest brushed her back. Integra instinctively stiffened, and her voice was cold
when she snapped.

"What
is it, Alucard?" He leaned down, his lips brushing her ear, and whispered
softly, his cool breath tickling her skin.

"You're
still bleeding." She heard him inhale deeply, and felt the movement as his
cheek ran along the clean part of her neck, cold skin brushing her quickly
cooling flesh. The very tip of his tongue snaked from his mouth, and Integra
shivered, but not from the chill air.

"Alucard,
stop that. Move, so I can bathe and get this blood off of me." When she
moved, the wound on her neck opened up again, and a trickle of Hellsing blood
ran down her golden skin. The monster's eyes flared, and with the speed of the
undead, he had her in his arms. Their eyes met, fiery garnet clashing with icy
aquamarine. Purring in the back of his throat, Alucard pulled her close,
shadows moving to slide his coat off of his body.

"The
blood will not trouble you long, my master. Shall I bathe you?" He
slithered closer, his arms tightening around the stiff noblewoman. "Reward
your servant, for he has done your bidding well. Are you always to be so cruel,
Sir Hellsing? Or may I recieve a boon for all I have done?" Her eyes would
have frozen a raging fire, colder than the December snow, and they nearly
killed any lust Alucard was feeling, until he looked deeper into them. Her
voice was sharp as she snapped her command at him.

"Release.
Me. Now." As the monster drew back from his master a bit, he gazed deeper
into the aqua orbs so chillingly glaring into his. Buried beneath the anger and
the ever-present glaring pride, he saw something that made his lips draw back
from his fangs, not in a smile, but in an animalistic baring of teeth. Shining
in her eyes like a pair of burning candle flames was a challenge, as well as a
bit of excitement. Alucard's lips drew back further, inhumanly so, and his
fangs glinted in the moonlight. Integra's eyes hardened further, and her hands
pushed at his shoulders. "Alucard, release me this instant." The
vampire's grin was frightening as he drew back far enough to flash his fangs at
her.

"I
don't believe you truly wish me to, Master." Integra growled deep in her
throat, and more of her blood ran in dark rivulets down her golden skin.

"This
is not the time to play your games, Alucard. Let me go." The vampire's
eyes glowed red in the darkness, and Integra felt his hands sliding over her
body as his head dipped down to sniff delicately at the blood staining her
pajamas.

"I
play no games, my master. Never with a Hellsing's blood on the line."
Integra's voice was sharp, cuttingly so when she snapped at him.

"And
if you wish to recieve more of such, you will release me this instant, Alucard.
Or shall I have you put back into the dungeon?" The vampire laughed
softly, his lips brushing her throat. So close to her blood, he could taste it
without even extending his tongue...

"Attempt
it, my master. Please." Integra's hand snapped out before he could react.
The sound of her hand striking his face was loud in the silent room, and when
his head was lashed to the side, she pushed away from him, her eyes blazing.

"Touch
me again and you'll spend the rest of my life in the dungeons." The
vampire hissed, and his eyes blazed red. In a flash of preternatural speed,
they were across the room, and he was pinning the mortal woman to the wall.

"Do
you forget what you are master of? I am no mere soldier to be pushed away with
a few weak threats. Show your command over your monster, lest I decide you are
no longer worthy of being my master!" The gunshot echoing through the room
answered him, accompanied as it was by the sharp pain in his chest. Her eyes
were implacable, so cold they resembled glacier ice. His answering grin was
just as emotionless, vibrant with animal rage as he slammed her brutally
against the wall. Her grip on the gun remained, and Alucard laughed manically.

"Better!
Much! There's the Hellsing spirit I know. No cries for help, or womanly
shrieks. Instead, a gun barrel and your eyes, which could slay a man less
inclined to death than myself." He slithered further towards her, despite
being pressed against her already. "You're more of a Hellsing than any
before you. No fear in your eyes, but I know what you want." His voice
dropped an octave and he purred against her ear. "Shall I indulge us both,
master?" Integra's eyes narrowed, and her voice was a hiss.

"Indulge
me and leave. Now." He laughed again, and she slapped him again. The sound
was louder than the gunshot, and when his head rolled back to face hers, both
of their eyes were blazing. With a feral growl, he wrenched the gun from her
hand, nearly breaking her wrist in the process. Her growl of rage was cut off
suddenly, as his hand slid around her throat and he squeezed very gently.
Wine-red eyes glowed as he looked at her.

"I
will indulge you. Stop fighting what you truly want. You humans are so
hypocritical. Do you believe all those times you called my name in your mind as
you brought yourself to a peak that I did not hear? Or did you assume your
incredible pleasure came only from your," he brought one of her hands to
his mouth and let his tongue slide between her long fingers. "Dextrous
hands, my master? Oh no," he purred, drawing closer to her. "I was
there as you ascended the heavens, and I did hear you call my name."
Integra's eyes burned as fiercely as his, meeting the crimson gaze without
fear. He knew her worst secrets, what humiliation could there be remaining?

"It's
only your oversized ego that gives you that impression, Alucard. Release me, now."
The vampire laughed, and one of his hands slid to her chest, brushing over the
nipple which was taut with the cold air and her own arousal. The pajamas were
stiff with dried blood, and Alucard's nostrils flared as he scented the
precious fluid.

"No mortal
man could satisfy you, Integra. Only I know what you need," he murmured as
he pressed closer, and in that moment, his gloves vanished. The very scent of
his skin was enough to send Integra's body rigid as his hands trailed over her
firmly. Alucard laughed, deep in his throat, and dropped his lips to fasten
over hers. The kiss was fierce, burning and nearly bruised her lips as
Alucard's body pressed against hers, pushing her against the wall. Integra felt
a wave of rage swell through her body, followed quickly by...oh god...lust.
Even as her hands were captured by one of his and pinned overhead, as his
tongue slid over her lips in a slow trail...even as his body pressed against
hers, his coat gone...somewhere. Even through that, the thought remained in her
head. So this is what my father warned against. She remembered the
lessons, remembered well her father's intent tone of voice as he warned about
the vampire's seductive powers. All of those memories were nothing to this
primal feeling his hands were awakening. His mouth moved away from her lips and
to the wound in her throat. She stiffened, instinctive fear of a vampire so
close to such a vulnerable area kicking in, and he chuckled under his breath.
His voice spoke quietly in her mind, even as his mouth almost gently cleaned
the drying blood from her skin. {Do you really believe I would hurt you?} She
felt his lips move in a vicious grin as his fangs grazed her skin hard enough
to leave welts. {Perhaps I will, Master. But you will be screaming my name as I
do.} Integra thrashed in his grip, the touch of fangs enough to pull her out of
the haze he had dropped over her mind. Her resistance seemed to break some
measure of control the undead had been holding. As if a slender glass rod had
been broken, his eyes changed suddenly. The grip on her became instantly
painful, and his fangs flashed again, tearing a thin layer of skin from her
throat. Alucard snarled, slamming her brutally into the wall. He repeated the
motion until she hung in his grasp, dazed from the blows, and then growled
under his breath as he heard Walter's footsteps pounding towards the room.
Grinning wildly, dementedly, he dropped the both of them through the shadows,
leaving only a dead ghoul and a ghastly amount of blood for the old butler to find.

To be
bound, she would have expected. Anticipated, in fact, a rack awaiting her long
limbs, to stretch her out to receive the vampire�s imaginative torture. What
she did not expect was meeting a cold stone floor at high velocity.

�Oof!�
Integra rolled almost instantly, eyes of aquamarine scanning the room for the
vampire who was going to receive some considerable punishment for this stunt.
She rose to her feet, feeling the drying blood on her skin crack and flake
away. An absent minded scratch pushed the stuff under her fingernails, and she
flicked her hand instinctively. No one with any sense wished to have blood
embedded somewhere on them while in the same room with an aroused vampire.

�Alucard!�
Her voice was sharp, and the Iron Maiden tugged at her stiff pajamas as she
looked around. Recognition of one of the abandoned dungeon rooms came, and she
stomped to the door, vowing a few truly creative torments on the monster. Her
hand brushed the cold metal of the door�s knob, and in that same moment, she
was yanked away by an overwhelming force. Mortal frame met ancient stone with a
loud crack, and Integra felt her body shivering from the flare of agony. Her
eyes met burning pools of blood, and gleaming white fangs.

�Masster��
His voice wasn�t a purr, wasn�t a growl�it was something entirely inhuman, and
all the more terrifying for the lack of name she could not give it. His hand
met her throat, and as he pinned her to the cold wall, lifted her up so that
her weight dangled solely from his grip, she snarled.

�Obey me.�
Alucard growled then, loudly, and slammed her into the wall. The vampire�s
strength could very well mean broken bones and internal bleeding for her if she
could not do something. He was lost to the bloodlust, to the rage which swirled
in his eyes. Integra had only seen Alucard in this state once before, and then
it had been an easy matter to solve. She�d only been forced to allow him
unlimited killing for a night, pushing him into the slums of London and
permitting scum to die, in order to keep her wild card under control. Now,
however, there was no chance of repeating the saving throw of the dice.

His eyes
were locked on her throat, where she knew her pulse beat wildly beneath his
fingers. Integra could feel the bruises rising around his gloved hand, and
sought mentally for something�anything to distract him from crushing her
neck. A thought flashed�and was almost instantly dismissed. Not that! I will
not allow that! Better to die here, than permit the creature those liberties.
Her brave, defiant thoughts flickered as he slammed her into the wall again,
the unearthly noise he was making rising in his throat. Integra knew, suddenly,
the feeling of panic. It was a new sensation for her, the woman with nerves of
steel. However, never before had she been nearly helpless in the hands of
Alucard. He was not the ordinary undead, and could not be disposed of as such.
When he dipped his head, glazed eyes focused on the fluttering skin under her
jaw, Integra lost all idea of propriety or �necessity.� She acted.

One hand
feebly moved to the top of her pajamas, and gave a weak tug. Under such strain
as they had had, the buttons gave with muffled pops, leaving the bloodstained
fabric to gape, showing a long line of golden skin and smooth flesh. As if such
a thing had been a light flashed before his hypersensitive eyes, the monster
paused, and drew back. Crimson eyes traveled down the length of her body, and a
vicious smile touched his face. Integra shrugged her shoulders as best she
could, and the fabric fell open an inch more. Such a glimpse of Paradise was
all it would have taken for a demon to beg entrance from God, and the monster
was no exception.

He wrenched
the top away from her body, and tore the pajama pants off in the next quick
motion. She was nude almost before she could blink. Her glasses she never
missed more than now, for she could not see the monster�s face clearly through
the haze of near suffocation and dull pain still throbbing her body from the
slamming he had administered. Integra was shocked at the touch of cold skin on
her flesh, and the memory of his gloves vanishing came back to mind. The maiden
lifted her head away from the wall, and saw a horror. His jaw gaped wider than
possible, and rows of fangs filled the maw. A long, nearly black tongue lolled
from his mouth, and she smelled old blood. His head lifted, and eyes opened in
the darkness. The maiden looked on the monster, and felt her blood run icy
cold.

Her back
hit the floor brutally, and she would have cried out in pain, if not for the
tongue which had thrust itself into her mouth. Fangs tore at her soft lips, and
the creature sucked on the rends in her flesh, licking away the blood eagerly.
She felt�tongues. Everywhere. Shadows swirled over them, over the creature no
longer her Alucard who pinned her to the floor. The ghoul�s blood was being
cleaned from her body, and traces of her own were replacing it. His hands were
freezing, groping her breasts painfully. He squeezed her nipples, rolling them
between his fingertips and scratching at her with his nails until she felt very
real pain. It took a moment to push past the pain, a moment to register that
the monster was now completely nude. And�oh god�hard against her inner thigh.
Panic swarmed her again, and Integra realized this was not going to end the way
she had needed it to.

Alucard was going to rape her.

She fought,
suddenly, thrashing and scratching, biting at his neck, shoulders�anything
which was available. Every form of unarmed combat she knew, she put into
practice. It only seemed to arouse the creature more. His mouth was on her
breast now, fangs digging into her flesh as he drank her blood thirstily. Gone
was the slow caresses of earlier, the sweet, seductive promises of pleasure.
Now, there was only the pain she knew she was going to feel. When his hands
suddenly grabbed her hips, nails drawing blood immediately, she bucked, trying
to avoid him. She tried calling out for Walter, and a tongue filled her mouth.
The kiss was vicious, his long tongue diving down her throat, silencing her.
Her legs were suddenly pulled apart by a strength no human could hope to best.
He shifted, and Integra had the horrible feeling he was not entirely in human
form any longer. He was too�animalistic for him to have retained his complete
human form. The creature shifted again, and what followed was blinding agony.

She would
have screamed, had she been able.

Would have
fled, had she the chance.

Destroyed
him, given the proper weapon.

He was hard
within her, rubbing against torn flesh and grinding suddenly sore muscles.
Despite her mental strangling of her cries, when he thrust into her, she
whimpered. It hurt. Gunshot wounds, vampire bites, training
injuries�nothing had ever hurt like this before. Nothing could hurt like
this. It was invasion of her body, more of a soul-rape than anything else. And
he was enjoying it. Integra could not mistake the sudden thrums of pleasure
that shook the vampire�s corpse. He was massive, too much for her body to
contain, but he forced her to obey him regardless. For a dreadful moment, she
realized that now, were he to turn her, she would become a mindless ghoul.
Again�her body went cold, but this was the cold of near death, not just fear.

The
creature began to move. His hips shifted and began to thrust, hard. She felt
her hips creaking, the joints threatening to give way under the relentless
pounding. His mouth did not leave hers, tongue swirling her own, stroking the
interior of her mouth, fangs tearing deeper into her lips. The taste of her own
blood filled her throat, and he sought it with dedication. Tendrils of shadow
held her in place now, assisted him by tilting her hips upward to meet his
pumping body. Hands, bereft of the gloves, were on her breasts, kneading and
twisting the flesh. He was in complete ecstasy, groaning into her mouth,
thrusting harder into her. Integra could feel how this could have been
pleasurable, how she may have been able to take the monster into her body,
welcoming the invasion. This was not that. This was the monster defiling the
maiden.

The vampire
lifted his head, breaking away from her mouth, relentlessly driving into her.

�You deny
this pleasure?� he hissed into her ear, eyes wild. Integra jerked her head
away, fighting back the cries of pain which sought to escape her mouth. The
vampire laughed, and licked her throat, lingering on the cut. �I can make you
feel it, Masssster.�

She froze,
fear sweeping her body again, to mingle with the pain. It was followed, almost
instantly, by pleasure. The sudden shift of his body, the tendrils adjusting
her to hold her up�oh god�it was nothing she�d ever felt before. Everything had
narrowed to the feel of him sliding within her, the touch of every inch against
her body. His mouth dove to her breasts, licking away the drawn blood from her
nipples. She did not moan. She would not give him that. Even as her hips
shifted on their own, seeking the thrusting, she did not make a sound. Tears
welled behind her closed lids, but they did not fall. His hands gripped her hips
suddenly, and he began pulling her to his thrusts. Grunts escaped the vampire�s
lips as he pounded into her, the inhuman strength hurting even as the vampiric
power did not.

When she
came, the climax rasping her nerves and bringing her to some sensation she
thought mythical, she almost cried. At the feel of a thick, cold liquid
spurting into her, she nearly released the tears. The vampire thrust into her
until spent, and licked away more blood, still in a near frenzy. He drew back,
away from the broken idol lying beneath him, and then laughed cruelly. The
monster shifted, allowing the maiden-no-more to pull away, and curl up in her
own blood. Something truly, completely evil flashed in his eyes, and he bowed
his head to touch his lips to her ear.

�Master? Or
mastered?�
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