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Chapter Two: Further Disobedience

-Integra�s Bedroom-

Integra tossed and turned fitfully in her bed.
A harsh wind blew over the manor, shaking the shudders and blowing in the
curtains to Ms. Hellsing�s bedroom; the wind sent a slight chill down the spine
of the occupant but otherwise did not wake her.
The sun setting into night, the head of the Hellsing manor called out
softly in her sleep, beads of sweat gathering on the bridge of her nose.
It was her nightmares that concerned her, not the wind, not the dark, the
dark she was sure she wasn�t afraid of anymore..she just couldn�t remember, but
perhaps she was still afraid. Gripping
her cross she whispered, �Father, please, Father don�t�die.�

A room shrouded in darkness, a single light and
the small beeping of a heart monitor echoed in the night.
A young blonde child wept over her dying father, gripping onto his hands
she mumbled a hurried prayer. Her
Uncle Richard stood off to the side silently observing his young niece and
ailing brother. With a slight
motion, the old man waved his brother away wishing to be alone with his
daughter.

�Integra, I must tell you,� the old man
whispered and slowly shut his eyes, taking a ragged breath, �I�ve done
something�terrible, his anger�could destroy you.
Integra if the time should ever come when all other hope is lost.
If you should find yourself surrounded with your enemies closing in, go
to the last cell of the deepest dungeon of the estate, there lies one of the
Hellsing family�s darkest legacies.
It will be the instrument of your salvation, but beware in using this power for
it cou-could�� His coughed blood it
splaying into his hand, �This is our�legacy��

�HELLSING IS MINE!�
The image of her deranged uncle flashed in the young Hellsing�s mind,
Alucard�s fangs, the corpse, but most of all blood.
Blood was everywhere, on the floor in pools, dripping down the walls, on
the steps, on her hands, her hands!
Permanently stained onto her hands, her Father�s�a demons...

�No�Alu-lucard.�
Integra�s hand gripped tighter around her silver cross, rivulets of blood
spotting the sweat soaked sheets.

She
could see Alucard chasing and ripping down soldier�s of the past, brutally
ripping their arms and legs out of their sockets.
Impaled bodies surrounding them like a grotesque forest.
�I command you to-ALUCARD!�
Alucard grinned blood dripping down his face and neck, he turned toward Integra
his eyes blazing insanity and lunged�

�What�why were you down here?
In this room?�

�I�m a monster; need there be any other reason?
Now command me, my Master. I
will rid you of all your enemies.
What is your will?� Alucard kneeled
down to the floor and bowed his head.
�Master Hellsing.�

Integra�s eyes shot open at the sound of thunder,
she quickly rested a hand to her fast beating breast and looking around the room
like a wild animal. She let go of her cross letting it fall between her breasts.
She stared for a moment at the cross shaped mark in her palm, blood on
her fingers. �A dream?�

-Alucard�s Bedroom-

Alucard sat in his chamber aware the sun was slowly
fading down knowing it was leaving even with the thunderstorm that raged
outside. Sipping on a crystal goblet
mixed with a transfusion of blood and wine, spicy warmth that could only be
appreciated by a vampire, wafted from the cup.
Alucard glanced over at the snoozing Seras and smirked noting the bed
sheet was pooled around her waist.
He had an excellent view of her breasts with their creamy pink nipples, he
watched transfixed for a moment as she took slow steady breaths.
He blinked not that they necessarily needed to breathe, but somehow it
suited the young night-child. More
often than not, it would be quiet like this Seras either sleeping or quietly
reading while Alucard sat and pondered.

Alucard took another sip of his wine, rolling it in
his mouth, he glanced up imagining the blood dripping off Integra�s hand; he
could catch the scent of her blood even from the dungeon.
Integra could not have him openly feasting on the populace but realized
the vampire's hunger had to be kept at bay.
While he would rather have it straight from the source, at least she was
being kind enough to keep him fed with a special wine concocted by Walter,
rather ingenious of him though. He�d
much rather have that sweet virgin�s blood above him, teasing him in its
delicate innocence. He looked up at
the ceiling and smiled, lifting the wine glass.

"Are you remembering, Integra?
That most faithful night?� He
chuckled loudly and drank the last draught of the warming liquid, "So am I."

-Integra�s
Bedroom-

�Miss?
Your wake up cal-call?�
Walter stared at Integra�s empty bed; there was not a chance in hell she had
left her room without him knowing.
He pulled the curtains to her bed farther back and picked up his
mistress�s sheets. They were soaking
wet, he picked up the discarded bedclothes, and they were also drenched in
sweat, but lightly spotted with blood.

The retainer calmly stripped the bed.
�Nightmares?�
Sir Integra had only suffered such horrible dreams right after her father
died. After, she took control of the
Hellsing Organization she didn�t even have time to adjust when they grew worse;
after all, she became the sole Master of a frightening demon.
Alucard, a horrible monster, a vampire whose power was as of yet
unmatched by any who opposed him was made so by the very ones that captured him.
The Mistress of Hellsing had dispelled those dreams and the bout of
depression with a private lecture from himself.
She was the leader now, ordained by God and Her Majesty the Queen to put
to rest the living damned for the good of England.

�Amen.�
Walter pulled the pillows off the bed thinking of Alucard.

The Ancestors of Hellsing performed experiments on
the no life king; delving in the occult, they summoned demons and other
creatures of hell to become one with him, they made him immune to the affects of
the sunlight, he was more midian than vampire.
Alucard a twisted hell-spawn to battle all other spawns and sires of
hell. Walter shook his head tossing
a fresh sheet over the bed at least that was the legend anyway. For now, the
problem was the missing Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing.

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The old retainer sighed, still no sign of her.
He had sent guards patrolling the mansion for any sign of Integra; so
far, they had found nothing. If they
couldn�t find her before dawn, he supposed he�d have to let Alucard and Seras
find her tomorrow night. Alucard
would never let Walter hear the end of it.
Walter rolled his eyes and straightened the rug on the floor.
With the soldiers, patrolling the halls, they often left the rugs, walls
and even the painting�s soiled with mud or dust.
�Prats.�

�Walter.�
Integra�s muffled voice called out; the butler glanced down both sides of
the hall his body tensed for battle.
�Damn it Walter!�

�Miss?�
The elderly manservant stared curiously at the portrait of the first Hellsing
and his family. A pair of moving
eyes appeared in the corner of the painting where the family dog was supposed to
be looking out. He relaxed and
walked up to the portrait. �Sir, how
did you?�

�Walter, pull the red jewel on the frame of Lady
Hellsing.� She interrupted, �Across the hall, the portrait on the far east
wall.� Walter eyed the portrait of
Lady Hellsing and gave the dulled ruby a gentle tug.
The wall slowly pulled back, revealing a rather disheveled and shivering
woman. Integra flicked her
flashlight off sweeping her hair off her shoulder.

�Sir Integra?
How did you�� She held up her
hand, and snapped her fingers.
Walter calmly produced a cigar from his pocket, and a lighter.
Integra�s brown suit seemed to be a bit crinkled, but she seemed
unharmed. After lighting his
Mistress�s cigar, and allowing her to take a few drags, he bowed his head.

�Sir?�

�I found it Walter.
I found my ancestors private library. I
assumed that my father had it destroyed, he only mentioned it the once.
I had forgotten my father told me, but I remembered last night.
My dreams it came to me in my dreams as if it, well never mind.
Come Walter. I have to show
you.� Integra flicked the flashlight
on and held it out in front of her.
�It�s perfect Walter, I only glanced and I had to come back to show you.
Are they asleep?�

�No Sir, it�s three o�clock.
I sent Alucard out for the night, and Miss Victoria, according to
Alucard, is confined to her room.�
Walter followed Integra down the hidden corridor, a cool breeze flowing past
them. The flashlight flickered as
they passed the first conjunction of doors, Integra walked forward until the
flashlight flicked back to life.

�That was a barrier.
See the markings on the wall, that�s why Alucard could never find it, my
great grandfather Abraham Van Helsing put the same seals he inscribed onto
Alucard, here in this room.� Integra
burned the cobwebs and nodded, �Here it is.�
They entered a round dungeon room; shelves upon shelves were filled with
dusty books and papers, strange instruments of a scientific or occult nature lay
neatly where they had been left so many years ago.

�My God, Madam is this?�
The old butler looked around the room, he gaze finally resting on one
desk in particular.

�You noticed it as well.
That book is the only one open in this entire room.�
Integra picked up the book and read the first line aloud.

�I have
captured a powerful creature, he is a master of his kind. I will become the
Master. All men are like grass, and
all their glory is like the flowers of the field; the grass withers and the
flowers fall, but the word of the Lord stands forever.
I fear the creature I have captured, but In the name of God, impure souls
of the living dead shall be banished into eternal damnation.
Amen.�

-Alucard�s
Bedroom-

�Master?�
Seras mumbled in her awakening.
She slowly lifted her head and sighed she was in a bed.
She still wasn�t use to a bed.
Now every evening she half expected to smack her forehead on the smooth
ebony wood of her coffin lid. She
had to admit the bed was very comfortable with its huge pillows and smooth black
cotton sheets; but there was something about the closeness, and darkness of a
coffin that just felt, homey.

�This bed how did I?�
Seras�s glanced down and jerked the sheet tighter around her.
She was naked! �Doesn�t my
bed have pink sheets? Hmm��
The memories of the previous night flooded her mind and a deep blush
covered her face. Her Master had
spanked her. Gingerly, she ran her
fingertips over the tender flesh; it was warm and very sensitive.

�How do I get out of here?�
She didn�t remember how she got here in the first place, so getting out
was a problem. Seras rose from the
bed to stop and look around. She
looked around at the huge room she was shocked by how grand it was.
The light smell of wet mold and the warm fire that was blazing made her
senses reel.

This was her Master�s bedroom, so that means she
was- �Oh my God, I was in his��
Seras trailed off staring at her Master�s ornate chair it was strange to
be empty. Being empty, it was
ominous, alive, and daunting in the room.
Which meant Seras had to go take a closer look just to see it up close,
before she had been too distracted by her Master�s sadism.

Seras hopped off the bed wrapping the bed sheet
around her. She walked over and
cautiously stroked the chair. The
wood was smooth, even, dark, and it was just beautiful.
The only good thing about this room she decided was the bed, it was
strangely warmer then hers, but the chair was foreboding in its emptiness, and
frightening if the owner were actually sitting there.

Seras slowly closed her eyes sitting softly down
into the chair imagining her master there, imagining him waiting for the world
to dance itself to the brink of destruction and chaos.
He would listen to a violin only in his mind, watching the humans play at
his fingertips like puppets. All the
humans Seras knew in her undead life were dancing at his feet, strings wrapped
around their hands and necks, the string cutting into their flesh making them
bleed. Dancing as awkward
marionettes, she could see Sir Integra, Walter, even the Catholic pigs, Enrico
Maxwell, and Anderson were being forced to dance letting their lifeblood flow at
their feet. They were so entranced
with her Master; they didn�t even notice they were dying.
She could see her Master�s hand resting on the armrest, the other lightly
swirling a glass of deep red wine, or could it be blood?

�Dangerous,
intoxicating�sweet: dangerous, blood makes us stronger, intoxicating�drives us
mad when we are denied or given, and just sweet.�
Seras thought letting her eyes drift close,
�Humans�virgin humans�so sweet and sad�I
think that I am-�

�I�m glad
you approve.� Alucard materialized
behind his pet resting his hands onto her shoulders, Seras squeaked jumping out
of his chair, she tugged the sheet tighter around her.

�Mmm-Master!
I what I mean is that well oh��
She fell silent at the movement behind her Master and glanced around him.
A woman with a dazed expression was dutifully following Alucard like a
wanton puppy. She was wearing a long
nightgown and she kept mumbling something that sounded like, a groan or words or
something. Alucard smirked and moved
out of the way so his curious little fledgling could get a better look.

�Isn�t she beautiful, Police Girl?�
Alucard motioned for the woman to come to him, resting his hand into her
hair he licked the woman�s neck causing goose bumps to raise on her smooth skin.
A white middle-aged woman, her hair was loose and pale blonde.
Her eyes were the most attractive feature about her, a dark hazel green,
they changed to soft shades in her current state of wanton lust, but her eyes
were themselves doe-like, innocent.

�Master�Master please I�ve followed you.
Please.� The young woman
pulled at Alucard�s hands and sleeves too weak to do much more.
She whispered Alucard�s name repeatedly,
staring at his eyes trying desperately to get him to look at her.
Alucard purposely stared at Seras letting
the girl tug on him. Seras looked at her
master in confusion. Was this
another fledgling?

�Don�t be dense Seras.
This is your dinner.� Alucard
roughly grabbed onto Seras pulling her closer to the woman, �It�s about time I
showed you how to feed like a proper vampire.�
Seras did the only thing she was prone to do, she panicked, and she
fought against Alucard�s strong hands, desperately trying to get to the door of
the room, she had to tell Sir Integra, Walter, someone that her Master was
insane.

Alucard growled shoving the human aside, getting a
better grip on Seras; the woman fell to the floor, with a soft moan she curled
on the floor much like a discarded rag doll.
He slammed Seras's whole body against the cold stonewall; he repeatedly
slammed his fledgling against the castle wall.
Until, with a sickening crunch, a few of her ribs cracked.

�Master, I�m�sorry�please.�
Seras had relaxed against her Master�s grip sobbing quietly against the
wall, �Please not this I don�t want to��

�Silence.
You must feed; you will feed as I
command you. You disobedient
wretch.� Alucard lifted Seras by her
throat and walked across the room to his chair.
�The chair��
Seras thought and for a moment saw the marionettes hanging on the
wall blood dripping down their bodies, she could even hear the slight pit-pat of
the blood hitting the floor.

Sitting on his chair, he pulled her in his lap
pinning her against his body, �Feed from her Seras or I�ll torture her and make
you watch. Call it compassion if you
want. You are my fledgling and I
will have you do this. If you thought for a moment to seek aid from the humans
in the house, be aware they are not in the manor.�
He smiled almost cruelly and summoned the human woman to him.

�Elizabeth, come to me.
Come, I promised you pleasure did I not?�
Alucard looked at his fledgling with cold eyes, as the woman climbed up
and sat on his other knee. Seras�s
was staring in horror at the woman�s eyes; her eyes were dull like a person that
only knew dreams, she was under Alucard�s hypnotic spell.

�No�run away.
We�re monsters! Wake up!
We�re monsters I, he�s not your friend he won�t give you anything but��

�But what Police girl?
Don�t look so surprised your mind is only shielded from others by myself.
I, as your Master, can read your thoughts.
Waking her up from this hypnotic state won�t help her, she will die
tonight aware or not.� Seras nodded and
dug her nails in her palms and gritted her teeth.
She couldn�t help but feel slightly aroused and drugged by her own
Master�s voice, he was hypnotizing
Elizabeth. Her eyes looked drugged
and heavy, the eyes of a glass doll.
One had to be willing to let go of their free will to actually lose their will
to a vampire.

Alucard pulled Elizabeth against his chest and
moved her long golden hair from her neck. �Elizabeth,
you�re such a good woman that I have a reward for you.
You see my child is very young and she
needs a caring mother. You do know how to
feed a child don�t you?� Alucard ran his
fingers over the woman�s chest; slowly tracing her nipples outside her soft
cotton nightgown, he gently pulled the tie to the front of her gown.
Pulling the soft velvet blue ribbon away,
he admired the exposed flesh he had miraculously uncovered.
Seras dug her fangs into her own lip,
staring at the woman�s exposed breasts and stomach; Seras�s tongue raked her
fangs and mouth as she took in the scent of the hot-fleshed woman.

�So warm�just a taste, that�s all just a�What am
I doing?� Seras
jerked back and grabbed a hold of Alucard�s arm; she shook her head tears
filling her eyes.

�Elizabeth it seems my little one is shy.
Why don�t you go to her?�
Alucard�s sultry voice invaded the woman�s mind; she was in utter bliss.
Her Master was going to let her take care of his child.
Elizabeth smiled and petted Seras�s hair pulling the younger female to
her; she smiled at Seras softly humming a long unused lullaby.

�Let me care for you little one.
Let me feed you.� She pulled
Seras to her breast, continuously petting her hair and back, �It�s all right I
know you�re hungry. You won�t hurt
me I promise. I had a daughter of my
own once, and I fed her too.�
Elizabeth�s gently cooing and humming lulled the young vampire closer to her
until her cheek was resting on her right breast.
�It�s all right Seras. Please
do as your Master asks.�

Seras barely shook her head, her eyes fading from
the gentle blue to a fiendish red; she gripped the elder woman�s arm and stared
into her eyes. Seras rubbed her
cheek slowly against the other woman reveling in her scent and warmth.
The woman reminded Seras oddly enough of fresh honey and milk.

�Yes Seras.
Now feed.� Alucard nodded as
Seras softly nudged Elizabeth back against her Master and latched harshly onto a
breast, her fangs cushioned in the soft flesh she took a long draught of the
woman�s blood. Liquid fire, ecstasy,
the warmth of the red liquid surged in Seras Victoria�s veins as it drained from
Elizabeth�s. The color of life
pooled at the woman�s chest fading from her face and neck.

�Your child has such a�a hard pull.�
Elizabeth furrowed her brow clutching onto the back of Seras head, �Thank
you for letting me, me, letting me, feed your...�
She slouched against Alucard her heart slowing to a soft beat and as her
lips turned cold and ashy, her heart finally stopping.

The vampire king softly clapped, �Yes she does
Elizabeth.� He slowly pulled Seras
off the woman and set her on her own feet.
Seras blinked for a moment her eyes flickering suddenly back to blue, she
stared at the corpse with a sadden expression.
Elizabeth�s eyes were shut, but she could still imagine the vibrant green
the green without life in them, the life that
she took.

�Master�I didn�t�I.�
Alucard grinned, his carnal grin, and pulled the dead woman away from
Seras. He set her sitting on the
floor against the far wall; her eyes were slightly open giving her the farce
appearance of being asleep. He
stroked her hair and face and slowly licked a flick of blood from her cheek.

�Don�t worry you�re only a slave to my will she
won�t turn into a ghoul. She is
truly dead.� Alucard chuckled and
glanced up at the ceiling, �The seals are truly weakening Ms. Hellsing.�
He pulled Seras tighter to him, sitting in his chair and relaxed as sleep
and the rising sun pulled them both into darkness.

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