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Title: Sending Over The Edge

Author: Alyndrya

Email: princessdestiny@destinysgateway.com

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Rating: NC 17+

Couple: Alucard And Seras

Summary: 'One Hour Challenge' #21, 25, 30, 39, 48, 50, 56, 62, 130, 132, 167, 295, 305, 309, 375, 415 and 599 Combined' : Response Fanfic. Seras is lonely and realizes that her life as a vampire has made her an outcast and she'll probably never find a guy. After a bumbling attempt at romance within the Hellsing Organization that leads to a disastrous end and a series of rather sensual dreams, she realizes her Master is paying her a lot more attention than usual. In fact, he seems to be downright determined to send her over the edge with his constant teasing and taunting! To make things worse, Sir Integra confines her to her quarters for a month as punishment...

Chapters: 15/?

Status: Unfinished

Year Started: 2004

Year Revised: 2011

Year Completed: N/A

Comments: Hi everyone. Surprise! After so many years of everyone asking me to continue this story, I have. :) It has been a very long time since I was inspired for this one, and being sick for several years now didn't help. Last month I got my final surgery and I should be all better now. I was in pain for along time and I found that I was unable to write anything... But I have always loved Hellsing and Alucard/Seras is one of my favourite pairings. It wasn't the first Fanfic that I had in mind to continue and finish, but once I started editing the old Chapters, idea's were flowing in my mind and I just had to write them down. It's also a lot bigger than I planned. There was originally only going to be Eighteen Chapters, but it will now be about twenty-five. I know it's taken seven years to complete this Fanfic, but I have to say it was definitely one of the hardest plots to write. I also put all my heart and soul into it, as well as a unique writing style and it's the first Fanfic that I have written a sex scene in. :) I can't resist Alucard seducing Seras. Be aware that from heron-in, there will be some disturbing scenes of a sexual and violent nature, so if you're underage or can't read that sort of thing, leave now.

As it has been many years since I wrote for this, please understand that there may be some discrepancies. If you spot these, please write me and let me know so that I can fix it!

Thank you's: A huge thanks to JenBunny for going over this Chapter and pointing out any problems. And also thanks to all of you who reviewed me for this Fanfic over the last few years, even though I didn't post anything new. It really kept me going to hear what you loved about the story so much, and how you wanted me to write new Chapters. Without you pushing me, this one would never have been continued.

Reviews would be wonderful! It means so much to an Author to hear how you liked their Fanfic, and what parts of the Chapter drew your attention. :) Also, if you spot discrepancies, or think that we can improve somewhere, that feedback is very welcome also.

SENDING OVER THE EDGE

By Alyndrya

[ princessdestiny@destinysgateway.com ]

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Chapter Fifteen

The blonde's dream lover came again that night. She moaned into his hair as he laved a trail of wet warmth down her chin, over her slender neck and down to her bountiful breasts. There, he teasingly licked around the plump white skin, deliberately ignoring her straining nipple. "More." She breathed, trying to raise her hands, but the dark-haired man had tied her to Sir Integra's desk as he had once before. He didn't want her to touch him, and it made Seras absolutely wild to be restrained. To her shock, she realized that she liked the touch of silken ropes about her wrists, holding her arms over her head in helpless abandon.

The dream man seemed utterly delighted by this fact and he upped the stakes by also tying the cords about each ankle and binding them apart to each leg of the desk, so that she was open and exposed to him. When his hand went to her undies and he slid a claw across the damp material, she gasped in longing, moving slightly so that the sharpness moved over her clit. "Yes! There, oh god." She writhed under him, loving the feel of his shirt, straining over a muscled chest. As much as she wanted to touch him, she wanted him to touch her more.

"So eager. Do you want more pleasure than your mind could ever comprehend?" He whispered into her ear, breath hot.

As usual, Seras was unable to distinguish his voice. It sounded sort of familiar, but was always spoken in such a low tone or whisper, that the blonde could not find any characteristics that would identify him. She really did wish that she knew who came to her in her dreams each night. At first, it had been a different man every time her eyes closed, but now it was the one. Her mind was always clouded, in both desire, and the haze that encompassed most dreams that people had. She could feel them, and sense them, but other than perhaps the hungry rasp of their voice and the length and silkiness of their hair, the smoothness of muscle under skin, there was no way to tell who they were. She hoped desperately, that these men were not her soldiers. As she had never had a lover, but had only watched romantic movies and read heated novels, there was no particular face that had caught her interest.

Except... "Master." She whispered throatily. In this dream, she could admit that she wanted him. Could allow herself to feel the desire that she always denied herself and him in the real world.

"Master?" The man chuckled into her ear wickedly. "Then, are you my servant?"

"I-I didn't mean it like that." Seras murmured in embarrassment, straining at her cords. Having mentioned Master Alucard's name during a sex dream was like a douse of cold water being thrown over her. It admitted things that she wasn't ready to face. Wouldn't he be happy to hear that he was getting to her so much that she was imagining that her dream lover was him? She groaned and turned her head away, exposing her neck to the man leaning over her. Their chests pressed together, and his arm went over her so that she was completely caged in. A gentle hand went to her throat, the palm moving along her skin and up until he was cupping her chin, turning her face towards him. She stared at the darkness where his face should be and felt uneasy. Who was he?

"Oh, you didn't?" He responded mockingly. "So you don't want to be dominated? I don't see you fighting your bonds." The dream lover breathed huskily. His face moved towards hers and she felt his lips move teasingly over her chin to the corner of her mouth. She waited in longing for his lips to take hers, perhaps roughly and in dominance, but he didn't grant her wish. His tongue came out and touched the corner at each side of her lips, then moved across her cheek to her ear, where he sucked her lobe into his mouth. His fangs grazed the flesh and she shivered in response. "Call me Master, I don't mind."

"Take me. Please." The Police Girl abruptly begged, turning her face towards his in the hopes of brushing her lips with his. He never kissed her in the dreams. Not even once. And it frustrated her and made her angry. "Why won't you kiss me" She demanded, waking a little from the haze of desire he had woven about her.

The dark-haired man ignored her offer to take her with a great deal of glee, and decided to answer her question. "I won't kiss you because you want it so much, little Seras." One of his hands slid up into her blonde hair and grasped the strands painfully. It only made her wetter!

Her name! The blonde's eyes went wide in the darkness. None of her dream men had ever called her by her name, not even in the heat of passion. Her heart leapt in her chest and began to thunder in her ears. Her name on his lips had felt like a shot from a gun had hit her. She felt excitement beyond compression, longing beyond explanation and she wanted him so badly. All of him, like she had never wanted any dream man before.

Seras wanted to see his face, to know if he was someone she knew in the waking world. What color was his hair? His eyes? He was taller than her, and he was very fit and strong, with rippling muscles and his hair-it was so long and soft, down to his waist at least. Like her Master's...Oh god, she hadn’t her Master, had she? The blonde girl would absolutely die of mortification if it was he that she was making out with. Her blood red eyes shot to the corner of the room, where she usually saw blood-red eyes watching her, but for once they were missing. Who was the voyeur that watched?

"You're lying." She said badly, calling the man on his words to her about the kiss. She sensed with all her being that his words were false. Somehow, it was not because she wanted his lips so badly against hers, that he was denying her.

The vampire above her stilled, long hair brushing over her and arms as he lay above her, face to face. She was sure that his eyes were showing surprise, but didn't know how she was aware of this fact. Warmth suddenly spilled over her lips as he moved so close that their mouths were almost touching. "Would you like to know? Really know why I refuse to kiss you?"

Sudden pain in her leg burnt like fire and she knew that he had raked claws down the skin. To her astonishment, her lust spiked. It had hurt her, but it had also felt so good. Luckily the vampire above her didn't seem to notice.

Seras nodded in the darkness in answer to his question, knowing that he could see her face, even if she couldn't see his. Warm hands moved up to cup her cheeks, holding her head still.

"Listen closely, little Seras." He ordered her, voice harsh and low. Familiarity washed over her and she fought to clear her mind. But he knew this, and he stopped her thoughts in the only way that could successfully take her attention from what she sought.

The vampire's hard, muscled body climbed up onto the desk and he settled himself over her body firmly, legs between her parted ones. As he lowered his hips to hers, she felt the hard steel of his rod pressing into her wet panties, parting the lips of her sex. She almost screamed at the contact, arching up into his body. He moved then, beginning a familiar rhythm that Seras had experienced so recently with her Master. He made it so hard to concentrate on what he was saying, when her body was on fire and coiled tightly, grinding into the hardness only separated from her core by a thin silken material. She understood then that he never intended to 'take her'. Not like she wanted.

"Vampires do not kiss just anyone. The act is so utterly intimate that they shy away from such a thing. It is not like having sexual relations and there is only one person in the entire world that they would willingly claim. A kiss is a brand of ownership." He murmured, nibbling teasingly on her chin, even as his hips sent her to the edge of madness.

"What?" Such an inane thing. A kiss? A mere kiss was something vampires did not willingly do...but they would have sex? It didn't make sense.

The man chuckled, the vibration against her chest almost causing her to cum into her panties right then. She was so close to shattering, if only he would loosen her bonds so that she could wrap her legs around his chest. Her lover seemed to know exactly how to grind against her and her orgasm was eluding her. She was burning up! "Think about it. Sex can be such an impersonal thing. Prostitutes have been doing it for centuries. You can bring your body to an instant gratification with a person you just met, that you were attracted to. A merging of the body, hard thrusting and panting, and finally release and a heavenly shattering of the senses. But a kiss...it makes everything so very personal. People kiss in love and affection, the ultimate acts that says clearer than a thousand words that this person's soul belongs to you and you to them."

She suddenly understood what he was saying, and it all made complete sense. This was why her Master had never kissed her, even when he had brought her utter ecstasy. He teased and taunted her with the fact, and now it all became utterly clear why Seras could not allow Steven's to kiss her when they had battled. Why her vampire's senses had practically screamed at her not to allow the human to press his lips to hers. He was not- "My mate. That soldier Stevens wasn't my Mate, and my demon knew it. I am also not my Master's mate. He will never kiss me." She realized aloud.

Even as her body abruptly bowed in pleasure, as her orgasm finally hitting her, tears started into her eyes and ran down her cheeks in anguish. If no vampire would ever kiss her because she wasn't their Mate, how would she ever find the man for her? And worse, it meant that her Master truly was playing with her and had never been serious. He had taunted her and made their game sexual merely for the pleasure of his own amusement.

She sobbed her heart out even as his lips moved over her wet lashes in what seemed to be a soothing manner. How had she ever thought that she was his equal? It made it all so much more horrifying that he hated her so much that he would turn his malicious taunting into a malicious sexual harassment. He had begun so surreptitiously and eased her into his flirtatious game that she had merely accepted it as some sort of vampire teachings. The blonde had convinced herself that it was normal for a Sire to teach his Childe in this manner, using blood and caresses.

"It means nothing. Nothing." She cried bitterly, leaning down to bury her tearful face into his mass of soft hair. Her cheek pressed against the crown of his hair as he lay his head against her breast and was silent.

"A true vampire mating is incredibly rare." He murmured, reaching up to cup the breast that he didn't have his ear pressed to. He moved his fingers over the flesh, teasing her as she came down from her orgasm. His caress was calming, soothing. Almost like he had regretted making her sad.

How the hell she had come when her soul was being destroyed, Seras would never understand. It was as if her body had reacted to his touch automatically, unable to fight the desire his mere presence had caused inside of her. If only he were real, perhaps he could have been the one for her. The blonde laughed harshly, lips twisting into bitterness. "Even my vampire dream lover won't kiss me! Can't I even have an imaginary Mate?"

"It is because your blood knows. Even in sleep, it will not allow you to claim someone as your Mate without it being a true bonding." He explained to her.

"What did you mean by it being rare?" The blonde demanded. For the first time in a dream, she was talking to one of her companion's and he was actually having a conversation with her! Strangely, she didn't feel clear-headed, as if something was preventing it. "And how do you know so much when you're created from my own mind?" Something wasn't quite right here, but she couldn't focus her mind enough to figure out what it was.

Her traitorous body was still burning for him, and she could feel his hardness between her drenched, sensitized flesh. He hadn't come with her...somehow that fact made Seras even more saddened. She couldn't even please a dream lover!

"On the contrary, I am well pleased with you." He said silkily, in answer to her silent words.

She blushed and looked away, knowing that as a vampire, he would be able to see her face in the gloom. The blonde wished that she could be unbound and leave this dream. It had been so wonderful and sexy at first, and then it had turned into a horrible nightmare. Nightmare-yes! That was it, her mind had conjured a bad dream because of all the taunting from her Master lately. He loved blood and pain. Her blood and pain. The dark-haired vampire was a creature of darkness, after all. And she was becoming stronger and more powerful due to him. She had started to crave blood, but nothing but her Master's essence would satisfy her.

"In answer to your question, vampires do take companions to help them through the countless centuries, but a Mate is very different. You completely claim the person who you choose and are with them for all eternity. You will know him because your very soul will cry out for his. It will be unbearable to be away from his side. You will crave his blood and his body and his love." He laughed in amusement. "Love. What a strange emotion for a true No Life King."

Seras blinked about her in befuddlement. Love? "A vampire can love another?" She queried in disbelief.

"Only a Mate can be loved. A lover and companion are merely diversions and perhaps an affection could be formed between them. You see why Mate's are so rare?"

"Sort of..." This was all really in her head? She had no idea that she knew all of this. It had to be because Seras had been drinking her Master's blood. "How will I know if I find a Mate?" She said in a rather lost voice.

"Don't hold your breath." Came the callous answer as everything about her began to fade and Seras knew that her dream was ending and she was waking up. "The chances of a vampire finding a Mate is as unlikely as finding a unicorn."

Damn. The blonde thought as the room disappeared, along with her dream lover, and she found her eyes were open and staring blankly at the roof of her coffin-bed. She was wide awake. "I'm so pathetic! Dreaming up vampire lovers and that soul mate crap. It probably isn't true anyway. None of the books I read had anything about vampire Mating's, and Master and Sir Integra have never brought it up."

She blinked back her wet lashes and realized that she had been crying for real, not just in her dream. Her thighs rubbed against soggy silk and she blushed, reaching down to pull it away from her skin. The orgasm in her dream had also carried over to the real world. She would have to wash her red silk panties somehow, but she only had bath water at her fingertips, or else Walter would need to do it. "No way in hell is Walter coming anywhere near my cum-soaked underwear." She swore darkly.

The blonde sensed that the sun had set a while ago, and she was late to rise. Her blood was most likely already there and her Master world show up shortly with some sort of lesson. Seras was actually not looking forward to seeing her Master, as it would bring her dream back to mind. However... "I can ask him about vampire mating's!" She gasped, a smile tugging at her lips. Surely he would tell her that her mind had come up with the conversation she'd had with her dream lover. It couldn't be that hard to get a companion as a vampire, surely?

She grabbed for the control for her coffin-bed and pressed the button to take her up into her room. As it came into view, she pushed back the covers and crouched there, eyes going surreptitiously about the room. She couldn't see her Master anywhere, eyes staring from the walls or ceiling, but it didn't mean that he wasn't already there. He had usually come to wake her up if Seras slept in, and the fact that he hadn't done it today was highly suspicious.

The small vampire eyed her bucket of blood and then she looked down at her underwear, which squelched noisily as she stepped down from the mattress. Damn it, she had to get out of these before her Master came and found out she'd cum during her sleep to a vampire dream lover. There was no way in hell he was ever going to find out about her dreams. She just had to hide it from her mind whenever he was near. Once again the blonde wondered just how much of her mind her Master could see into. Sometimes he seemed to answer something she was thinking. It was a horrifying thought.

She moved hastily to the table where Walter had draped her freshly-washed clothes and pulled her blue uniform from the back of the chair. The military grey underwear was inside of her skirt and she winced as she thought about the butler cleaning her unmentionables. It was so embarrassing, even if Sir Integra had the same thing done for her. Hopefully he had non detected the white stains on her crouch area as cum stains. She stood there for a long moment and thought about that. "What else would it be? Damn you, Master, now Walter knows dirty things about me!"

Usually, at this point in one of her outbursts, her Master would reveal himself, a filthy comment on his lips. She tensed as she waited, but he never showed herself and Seras swiftly took advantage of the fact that he was not around to dress herself. She thrust her soaked underwear under the mattress and when it dried would hand it over to Walter to clean.

As the blonde was reaching for her blood bag, she wondered where all her reluctance had gone. After she drank her Master's blood? Or because of her dreams of a vampire lover, or maybe because Alucard's extremely violent lessons for her. Only the strong survived, isn't that how it went? She studied the crimson liquid inside of the bag and mused on how beautiful the color seemed to her. She had always loved red, but now that Seras was a vampire, it was even more alluring to her.

"What have I told you about wasting blood, Police Girl?" A voice murmured into her ear. The blonde screeched in surprise and whirled to face her smirking Master. Damn it, she should have known that he would pop up when her mind was preoccupied. "Don't play with your food." Her Master advised, glancing down at the untouched food.

Seras blinked rapidly as he stepped forward, backing her into the table. Damn it, he'd already started on the sexual harassment? He grinned slyly at her annoyed expression and plucked the blood bag from her grip, gloved fingers brushing against hers. The blood was raised to her lips temptingly. Her eyes met his faintly sardonic one's and she turned her face away. To her surprise, the bag followed her head and was against held to her mouth. "I don't want to eat right now." She snapped, not liking how childish she sounded.

"Hmm." Alucard murmured, head tilting to the side thoughtfully. "Why do I have the feeling that I am trying to feed a child?"

His Childe's eyes flew to his, cracking with outrage. "What? I'm not a child, Master!" Seras protested, crossing her arms and refusing to step to the side as his chest pushed into her hard. She felt the hard table digging into her hips and her arms getting crushed between them. Reluctantly she struggled to get her arms free, and then found herself pressed chest to cheek with her Master.

Alucard grinned down at her, obviously enjoying her discomfiture. He knew he was getting to her and it angered her no end to see it blatantly on his face. She raised her hands and shoved at his muscled chest, trying to pry him away from her. It was like he was stuck with glue from chest to...groin. Her cheeks blazed as she remembered her most recent dream. "Get off of me please, Master." She said through gritted teeth, striving for politeness.

"Not until you eat." He responded with equal politeness, as if he wasn't plastered down her entire length. She saw his nose sniff lightly, saw the dark pupils in his eyes behind the glasses dilate, and knew that he had smelled her arousal from the dream world. Master could smell her orgasm! Oh god, someone kill her now. Strangely, he was silent about the matter.

The blonde's head tilted back at an awkward angle to avoid being smushed against his chest and she glared when he only grinned and waited for her response to his command for her to drink her blood bag meal. He wasn't going to get off of her? Fine.

Seras began to draw in her powers and she saw his gaze sharpen. Her body abruptly became transparent and the Police Girl yelped as she fell through the table, her wildly grasping hand grabbed onto her Master and yanked her reluctantly down with him. She became solid and hit the floor hard. Her Master landed on top of her even more solidly, knocking the wind from Seras' body. His body pinned hers to the ground, her face slightly suffocated by his cravat. Damn it!

Alucard drew back to allow the blonde a chance to breath and his eyes slid down towards her heaving chest. He smiled lasciviously and if she could have moved, she would have smacked the look from his face. "Thanks a lot. You could have stopped that if you wanted. Why didn't you de-materialize, Master?" She demanded, eyes narrowing.

Her Master shrugged, looking vastly amused by the whole situation. "I wasn't expecting to be dragged to the ground by my klutz of a Childe."

Right, and she was the queen of England. Now she was right back where she started, with her Master pressing down on her. She had to block the pleased expression from spreading over her face at the sensation of his weight crushing her to the ground. She felt helpless-and turned on.

'But congratulations, all the same, Police Girl.'

"For what?" She asked suspiciously. Her Master looked entirely too pleased by whatever he was congratulating her for.

"You no longer need to try and stick your hand through a book. Due to your panic, you've mastered Intangibility. It's one of your powers."

"Intangibility?" Seras murmured the word, a little bewildered. What did intangibility mean?

Alucard gave her a smirk. "It means that you can walk through anything, because your body has no solid form. If you wanted, you could use this power so that someone could not touch you, or you could listen to a conversation by leaning part-way through a wall."

The small girl eyed her dark-haired Master speculatively. So, she could make her body change so that he could not touch her? If she did this when he tried to punish her, or he got perverted...

"It will not work on me." The vampire's eye glinted through his yellow lenses and she sighed in disappointment. "I am far too powerful a vampire, and you are no where near being my match. Perhaps one day you will surprise me." His tone was thoughtful.

Seras eyed him askance, thinking that hell would freeze over before she was his match. "So-" She changed the subject back to her previous one. "How about getting the hell off of me now, Master?"

"How about I don't?" He responded, dark red eyes clearly baiting her.

Alucard waited long enough for her to become extremely annoyed and then the dark-haired vampire abruptly became shadows, the dark tendrils going through her clothes and she screamed at the sensation as one tendril tweaked her nipple. He solidified above her, standing before the table with one black boot near her face.

Seras clambered out from under the table on her hands and knees, too tired from her de-materialization to do it once more. The girl stood up and glowered. Trust Master to feel her up when the situation presented itself. She was not going to retaliate, as he was hoping. She dusted herself off, anger filling her. As she turned to her Master, there was a cold sensation in her hand and she glanced down in shock to see her old gun from her Police days firmly pointed at her Sire.

His eyebrows rose and a delighted smile spread over his face. "Why Police Girl, I believe you really want to blow me away."

Oh, her Master looked insufferably smug at the sight of his Childe aiming a gun directly at his chest. But what had pleased him so greatly was the fact that she had summoned it to herself without thinking. "You have no idea." She responded grimly, aiming at his heart.

Alucard opened his arms wide and glanced at her over the rim of his glasses, eyes malevolent. They were telling her that she could-and would-shoot him, and he would let her, but there would be retribution. She sighed and lowered the barrel.

Within moments, a heavy body crashed into her and pinned her to the floor, hips digging into her own hard. Seras barely had the time to close her legs before she hit the carpet, unwilling to be at her Master's mercy. Their faces were centimeter's from each other, and he opened his mouth and bared his teeth. She shuddered in fear from those enormous, razor-sharp fangs. Hers were baby fangs compared to those knives. "Weakling." He hissed at her, snapping teeth just short of cutting off her nose.

Seras didn't like being threatened and she hissed back, eyes bleeding crimson. Master's hands were suddenly about her neck without the gloves, hands hot on her skin, nails digging in. The blonde had seen his long black talon's before and she froze, knowing that just a little slip and her life would be spilling out.

"You would really challenge me? Me? Your Master. Your Sire?" His snarl practically turned her hair white, so terrified was she.

Her teeth receded into her mouth, eyes wild. "No. No Master." The smaller vampire met his enraged gaze, falling to his teeth and then she glanced sideways at the huge black claws poised at her neck. "Not a challenge." Her head turned swiftly, baring her neck to him. She forgot the talons, and felt her skin tear, blood pooling down her throat.

Alucard didn't do anything for a long moment, till he lowered his face to her neck and sniffed. He growled lowly, and then his impossibly long tongue was sliding over her skin. It was far longer than a human tongue and she realized with slight revulsion that the wet muscle had to be almost as long as her upper arm to be lapping both sides of her neck at once.

Seras trembled, feeling fangs dig at her skin, ripping it further. To her eternal mortification, she felt wetness between her legs dripping down her nether lips to her backside. She was turned on! So damn much that he must smell it. Indeed, Master's teeth dug in further, causing more damage and one knee bent down, digging harshly into her thigh till she reluctantly parted it. He set his upper thigh between hers and rubbed viciously into her core. As much as it hurt like hell to have it jabbing into the softest of flesh, her heat burned higher than before.

"You. Like. Pain." Her Master snarled against her bloody skin, punctuating each word with the sexual movement of his leg against her panties.

Oh god, he knew.

"Have you ever felt the cool touch of a whip against your soft, tender skin, Police Girl?" He demanded, almost tenderly.

Seras froze like a deer in a hunter's cruel grasp. She might be as hot and wet as a bitch in heat, but she hadn't lost her senses enough to not recognize evil intent when she heard it. A whip? Something that would rent her flesh and make her bleed and agonize? No, not that. "No Master. Please, not that." The blonde pleaded desperately. She shouldn't have challenged him. Shouldn't have made him mad. Was she crazy to bare her teeth at him when she knew how her Master had taken that threat in the past?

An inane thought flittered through the blonde's head that once her Master had asked if she wanted to tie him up and whip him. "I'm not into that kinky crap." Escaped her dry lips. The same answer she had given him that time.

The huge vampire above her stiffened, and then suddenly he relaxed and with pure disbelief, she realized that the danger had passed. Master Alucard, it seemed, had a very twisted sense of humor. He drew back from her neck, with one final lick of her skin.

Seras turned to look at him apprehensively, seeing his long tongue sucked into his mouth and return to normal size. She watched, red eyes wide and couldn't help but wonder if that appendage could be used somewhere else on her body. She flushed brightly in embarrassment and knew that he had read that thought on her mind.

"Perhaps another time?" Her Master replied lasciviously. His red eyes moved over her head and he frowned in annoyance, then vanished into dark tendrils.

A moment later, there was a timid knock at the door.

Seras lay for a long stunned moment, then she leapt to her feet, head whipping around towards the door in pure panic. She knew she had large bite marks in her neck and there was blood on her clothes, even though her Master had cleaned it all from her skin. She looked around hastily, spotted the crimson liquid on the carpet and moaned. If that was Walter, she was in so much trouble!

"Just a second! Who is it?" She called she raced towards her bed thinking to grab a sheet and mop up the blood before he came in. As she got there, she frowned and spun around towards the table, running back to get some paper from a book. She stopped and turned back to the bed, knowing that Sir Integra would cheerfully murder her if she used the first edition books to mop up blood.

The small vampire whimpered when she realized that she was running circles about her room like someone demented, and that her Master was probably watching with great amusement.

"It's Phillipa, Miss Seras." Came the small answer.

Seras paused, a little startled. The maid she had spoken to the other day? Sir Integra really had sent a timid girl to the room of a vampire who had the reputation as person who loved to beat the crap out of her soldiers? She must be terrified! "Ah, wait a second!" The blonde called out, knowing that if Phillipa saw all the blood, she might faint.

To her disgust, all she could located was her favorite bed-clothes. She reluctantly dropped the red and black silk and lace to the floor over the large patch of her blood. She looked at her uniform, which used to be blue and knew there wasn't much to do but-her crimson eyes fell on her dressing gown and inspiration hit her.

By the time she answered the door, she had shucked her messy skirt, shirt and jacket and hid them on the other-side of the bed, and was now wearing the dressing gown.

Phillipa's eyes went to Seras' face with a very obviously unenthusiastic expression. "Did I disturb you, Miss?" The brunette asked warily.

The vampire quickly ushered the human into her room and sat her down at the undamaged side of the table. She looked at the pretty maid, admiring her white skin and dark hair, her pretty green eyes and petite form. Phillipa was way too attractive to be working in a mansion full of soldiers. Horny men were complete jerks.

"Can I help you, Phillipa?" Seras asked, a little confused.

The maid looked about her, stunned to find that she had been hustled to the table and sat down before she could even comprehend what had happened. "Sir Integra has asked me to be your maid, as well as the services of Mr. Walter."

The blonde could see that the other girl was not entirely pleased with her new position in the house and she smiled wryly. When Phillipa shied back from the fangy grin, Seras covered her mouth. "Sorry, you'll have to get used to my teeth."

"I will!" The maid said with so much conviction that her companion had to laugh.

"I know this isn't a dream job, being maid to a vampire. But I will never harm you." Seras swore, sticking her hand out to the other girl.

Phillipa took her fingers, jumping when she found them ice cold. She grasped the index finger and shook it, dropping it just as fast when she was done. She stared at Seras, who looked like she'd swallowed a frog.

The blonde was desperately trying not to giggle right into her maid's face. Since the girl had only been brave enough to shake one finger of the vampire's, instead of her whole hand, she had to suppose that it would be enough for now. Phillipa would trust her more later.

"Alright, but I don't know what you can do here, Phillipa. I can dress myself-and there isn't a lot of cleaning to do."

The maid glanced around and had to agree. Only one table and a bed. "Mr. Walter did mention that he was bringing a large wardrobe for you to hang your clothes in." Her green eyes went to Seras' red bed clothes on the floor with a rather disapproving look in her green eyes.

"A wardrobe? Really?" Seras asked eagerly. Finally a place to hang everything. And, she wouldn't need to hide her romance novels under the mattress anymore. Thank god!

As her new maid outlined her new services, advising that Sir Integra had a personal maid who did her bidding and dressed her, the vampire knew she wouldn't be half so lonely anymore. But she did wonder what Lady Hellsing was thinking with her kindness. Did she want something in return? It just seemed very dubious. Why would Sir Integra have given the vampire she was punishing a maid?

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To Be Continued...

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