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OMG
IS THIS A SONG-CHAP? No it’s not. Just a little intro to the
chappy. I was listening to this song and I suddenly wanted to go to
war. And then I thought of Hellsing. Very cool song, I recommend it.
The band is awesome; I have all their CDs.

DISCLAIMER:
don’t own Hellsing blablabla and even less The Cruxshadows and
their song Citadel (absurd minds remix)… though I did
party with Rogue one time cause he’s friends with a friend of
mine MUAHUAHUAHU… he’s cool, awesome hair, speaks really
slowly. That’s unusual in Florida.

Got an interesting
question in the reviews, thanx Smoke!

The thing about “Walter
loosing his touch with laundry” is due to a change that a
woman's body goes through after passing from being a “technical”
virgin (meaning no intercourse at all) to having an active sex life
(with intercourse). It is more prominent in some women than others,
depending on body shapes and age; hips get wider because of the
constant... well... god I hate T ratings sometimes... and also body
tends to get shapelier from the waste down; doctors have theories
about this; the woman is maturing (ready for childbearing) and so is
her body OR she's just getting another kind of exercise. Sometimes
even breasts increase in size, but still is not something too
dramatic. Men tend to see it more than women since it is an animal
response to fertility. If anyone has a comment about this, I welcome
opinions and stuff in the reviews. Or just ask me about it. But here
I can say that according to my research and life experience, it's
true :D It was just another way of letting people see they share lots
of intimacy. +shrugs+

Love
questions like this... they make me feel people don't just go over
the thing. It's flattering.

Languid
waves of desperation

Fall
before the rains

A
vanguard to approaching war

Is
borne upon the sea

Ahh…
it is nice when missions go this well.

I
have a limp but what the hell. My uniform is wet with the rain, but
who cares. My lips move slightly to the words of the song stuck in my
head; can’t help but remember it after the brutal killing.

The
icy breath of cyclones bent

On
waging our destruction

Drills
hard against the hearts of heroes

Called
here to defend

My
voice comes out in between parted lips, carrying the tune. Seras is
beside me and seems to also remember it. Johnson played it a few
times while we were patrolling and for some strange reason it just…
fit. It's about the Trojan war. We are no Troy; but at times it can
almost feel like it.

I
see storms on the horizon

I
see the tempest at the gates

I
see storms on the horizon

And
a citadel alone

My
arms tightened around Chloe, pressing her closer to my body. I smiled
a little smile; sometimes what we do here hits me. It’s beyond
heroic; and the anonymity adds to it. I feel eyes on me and look up
to see Jake walking backwards, in front of me.

“You
are… hugging the CAWS.” he said with a frown.

“I
am whatta?” I woke up from my thoughts.

“The
CAWS.”

I
looked at Chloe and then back at him.

“And?”

Silence.

“Never
mind.” Jake mumbled turning around and looking at me as if I
was nuts.

“You
are hugging it…” Seras said softly.

“So?”

She
stared at me for a moment.

“WHAT!”

She
sighed as we continued to walk further away from the vans; finally
home and safe.

I
happen to like my gun!

I
see storms on the horizon

And
a citadel alone

Clinging
brave defying fate

As
Chloe dangled from my hand after getting more looks, I felt two
strong arms wrap around me from behind and raise me in the air.

A
hard body behind my back.

Yes,
human; it’s warm.

A
chin rested on my shoulder.

“Thank
you.” An emotion packed male whisper caressed my ear…
literally.

I’ll
be damned; the Aussie.

“No
problem.” I said trying not to smile, my eyes big in surprise.
No, it wasn’t sensual or flirty what he was doing. Just
emotional. He let me down on the ground again, Sera’s big eyes
turning into crimson question marks.

“What
was that about?” her fangs were shining in the night, a wicked
smile on her face.

“Saved
his butt… he got grabbed by a ghoul. Scary shit, but Chloe
here sent the walking crap to eternal fuckation!” I
raised Chloe dear in the air.

“Amen!”
Seras answered with a laugh.

Sudden
silence - I realize

Breaking
teardrops in the rain

With
every breathing moment

The
pillars are sustained

I
walked toward Pip and circled him as Seras’s and my singing
voices were getting louder. Surprisingly he didn’t give me any
odd looks but belted out the lyrics with us.

Waking
hands attached to nothing

Tightly
clutching close

Each
sleeping vision speaks unheard

And
heaven only knows

I
grabbed Seras’s hand and pulled her closer to Pip and Jake. I
placed Pip’s hat on my head as Jake sang with us too, almost
jokingly. I jumped on Jake’s back on piggy-ride, by now the
four of us were almost yelling the lyrics.

And
I will stand here at the gates to face the onslaught fighting

Without
surrender or defeat!

At
this part others joined in a chorus, strong enough to give goose
bumps. I let go of one of my arms around Jake’s neck and raised
Chloe in the air. Others joined this gesture, Seras’s laughter
nearby making me smile. Pip wrapped his arm around her shoulders, his
voice louder among ours.

With
Troy besieged by tyrants' greed

In
Hector's memory, God willing

We
shall save this victory

Without
surrender or defeat!

Some
yelled London instead of Troy and undead instead
of tyrants’; others Helsing instead of Hector. As the
song ended, there was a lot of cheering.

Yes… victorious
again. It’s a good feeling.

“Walter,
is that Chai I smell?”

“You
are getting better at it, Miss.” he was referring to my English
accent.

“I
know... though I'm getting this weird tickle on the upper wall of my
mouth when I talk like this... it's kind of annoying...” I
tried to scratch it with my finger; not a very aesthetic move, that
one.

“I
gather you would like some tea?”

“Please...”
He served the cup on the table where I had already taken a seat. “Oh,
thankies; this smells so good...”

“Enjoy
miss.”

As
I took my first sip I thought of something.

“Walteeer...?”
I sing-songed innocently.

“Yeees..?”
he sing-songed back knowing I was up to no good.

“Can
I go to the libraryyyy and read for a little whiiiile?”

He
sighed with a smile, his head shaking softly.

“Pweeeze..?”

“Alright...
but please don't take long Miss...”

“Can
I take my tea with me?...”

“Only
if you do not—.”

“Don't
worry, I won't get you in trouble ever... you are the sweetest man
alive.” he smiled again shaking his head. “... I'll be
off then...”

“You're
very welcome!...”

“Oh!
Sorry! Thank youuu!!” I said from the stairs.

Still
the same paintings and statues on the walls; if I had all her money I
would have the biggest art collection in Europe. Oh well... I guess
she has to pay for all the stuff we use. Never mind, I didn't say
anything. As I was about to enter the library, I heard the piano. I
smiled to myself as I saw the vampire sitting at the piano bench, but
decided to ignore him after my eyes rested on his back for a few
seconds. I am not supposed to be here in the first place so it is
better if I have no contact with him. I walked to the bookshelves and
began to look for a good one or two books to at least skim for a few
minutes.

He
kept playing and playing. I wanted to listen to him, but I better get
out of here soon. Yeah, after Hellsing's little warning that time, I
have been staying away from him outside of my room, but still not too
much to be suspicious; hey, I want to keep my job. She had given me a
squad and all that, but still I had the idea in my head that she had
done it just to prove him wrong when he said her anger was all about
jealousy. I am just a very lucky girl, or he did it on purpose. With
him, is hard to know.

Silence.

He
stopped playing. Well... I'm waiting, maybe he's gonna come back here
and say something...

Nothing.
I guess he left. Good... better if he leaves. There's nothing sexier
than a man that can break someone's neck with two fingers but can
play the piano masterfully.

Did
I just say that? God, I'm so weird...

I
turned around and gasped as I felt someone behind me. A pair of red
eyes glowing in the mild darkness of the room were enough to give me
a clue of who it was.

“God—scared
me again...” I almost choked on the sip of tea I had in my
mouth. I placed it aside on the bookshelf.

“Buna
seara ...”

“Good
evening to you too...”

“Felt
you come in... how rude, not even a 'hello'...” He's up
to something.

“You
looked busy...”

Oh,
so we are playing the innocent,
I-don't-invade-your-personal-space-but-in-a-moment-I-will-screw-you
game.

“Still
up, milady? After tonight's exhausting mission?”

“Adrenaline...
I'm tired but can't go to sleep...”

He
smiled. Hmm... that smile.

“Everything
went very well for you and your squad on tonight's mission...
congratulations.”

“Thank
you, everyone did well... it was a good night.”

With
time I have come to realize there is a little formula to know what to
expect from the vampire in bed... or wherever we do our things. The
rating of his performance is relative to how many ghouls or freaks I
kill that night multiplied by the amount of times I grin or smile to
myself thinking about how the mission went, plus the amount of people
I scold or yell at. And there is a big bonus if I save someone's ass.

Plus
those hands on his back only mean trouble.

He
leaned toward my ear. “I smelled you from downstairs.”

“Hm?”

“Are
you aware of today's date?”

Silence.
Oh, right... and having my period suddenly adds 3000 points to the
formula.

“Well,
well... I have a period-alarm? You are useful to have
around...”

Yep,
he wants some action. Right here. He's got to be kidding me.

“Alucard...
this room has cameras.” I whispered seriously.

Oh
that look. Damn him.

I
pulled at his coat and brought him to me, his lips hitting mine,
already parted, fangs dangerously hitting the corner of my mouth.
They drew blood so our pleasure grunts and moans filled the quiet
room in no time. As his teeth nibbled on my bleeding lip, menacing to
open another wound, his open hand slid up the side of my thigh,
squeezing greedily and almost painfully, the skin he touched. I
clawed at the leather on his shoulders, bringing him a bit more to my
height, in that moment feeling the feathery sensation of his glasses
and hat disappearing. His fingers crawled under the skirt of my
uniform and pulled my brief-shorts and underwear down in one smooth
pull.

What
the hell is he doing? He seriously wants to do this here? He's crazy!

Yes,
Hellsing is asleep but we don't know when she will wake up! And his
powers tend to get all screwed up when he's... busy.

Ok,
making out in here, fine. Now, the whole enchilada, I don't
think so... and knowing him, he will bring extra meat and lots of
fiery sauce...

His
hand directed me a little to my right and then made me stop. As his
kiss increased in both temperature and rating, I felt my back
hitting... something different than the shelves. But his tongue
caressing mine in the way it was would make me care less what this
was. His hands met mine in between needy caresses and slowly took
them over my head. He made my hands wrap around... wood, it seemed;
his body language telling me to hold on to whatever this was.
Curiosity hit me. I broke the kiss to see I was leaning against a
tall ladder; those used to reach books on the top of the shelves. His
lips went to my neck, nibbling and kissing , my shirt magically
unbuttoning on its own accord. His hands went to my hips and...
directed me upwards. He wanted me to climb the damn thing, so
step after step I climbed the ladder with my back against it; why, oh
why, make everything so complicated? Is he too good to kneel? Damn
him if I fall...

Higher?
Geez!

By
now my stomach was at the height of his face, his hands stabilizing
me by my thighs. He made me stop climbing finally, my tight fingers
clutching at the wooden step over my head, holding on to it with my
life. He licked his lips in expectation, his hand raising one of my
legs as his head got closer to the tender and smooth skin in between
my thighs.

Fuck,
If I fall...

My
back hit the ladder forcefully with the first touch of his tongue.
And so did my head I think as I rested it back... and if it hurt I
didn't feel it. All I could feel was that spiderweb of sensations
spreading through me from the skin he was touching. I bit my lip as
the first unconscious loud moan echoed inside the slightly dark room.
Shit, to top it all this place has a very good acoustic. My hips
bucked toward him, my head still resting against the wood, my arms
doing most of the work to keep me up in the air. Oh, that tongue of
his. His hand came up to my already open shirt and teased my nipples,
circling my areola but not going to the center. I grunted in
frustration and my leg, the one he was holding up, kicked in the air
in protest. His chuckles only sent more vibrations and brought me
closer and closer to my first orgasm.

Vampire,
this has to be quick, we can't play around like we do in my room.

But
as the feeling tightened stronger and stronger in me, my breaths
turning into loud pants, I remembered something of him; his pride
will not let him do something half-good. Books made it to the floor
as the ladder banged against the shelf; a lightness spread through my
body, my face contorting to almost a frown. My sounds stopped and so
did my breathing; I felt enveloped in a white nothingness. My head
rested even further back my hands clutching at the books within my
reach.

A
gasp... then another one... my body started to convulse, sounds
coming out of my lips again as I exited that white void I was
enveloped in. My fists thrashed against the wooden ladder as another
form of release, more books falling to the carpet. He is not
stopping, god, he's not stopping... damn him. His hand pushed my leg
even farther apart, making more space for him; my body wouldn't stop
convulsing, my brain was starting to feel numb. His hand covered my
lips a second before my final release, making a scream drown inside
my own mouth. I tried to breathe in between his fingers through mouth
and nose; I didn't have the strength to move it away. God, I can't
even open my eyes.

He
let my body fall from up there, his arm around my waist stopping me
before I touched the ground. As I opened my eyes I could see him
licking his lips, so suggestively, taking the last remains of my
blood.

“Don't
kiss me now or I'll kill you...” I whispered, eyes unfocused,
my breath heavy. His hand reached in a relaxed way toward the side
and my forgotten cup came to his hand. He tasted the tea carefully at
first; once, twice, like I have seen him taste wine, and then took a
good gulp from it. My boots softly finally touched the floor, but my
legs were still a bit unsteady.

“Hmm...
so this is what you also taste like...” he said playfully
before his parted lips again met mine. One of my hands went to his
coat, almost climbing up his body.

“We're...
gonna get... caught...” I said into a moan.

“As
long as milady keeps those luscious lips closed, we wont.”

“I'll
try..” Oh yumm, he tastes like Chai... can this get any better?

I
felt him lowering a bit to my height, his open hands groping my
thighs and hips hungrily. Something told me to intertwine my fingers
at the base of his neck, because again I was going to fly off the
floor.

“Wha--hah!”

In
one smooth movement, my legs were around his waist, holding him
tight. This was the thing of this week; he was liking the idea
of having me wrapped around him while he stood. I felt a little
movement in between us and then, his first quick thrust, my back
hitting the shelves this time. We hissed together softly at the
difference in temperatures, eyes locked. He started grinding against
me in almost circular motions, deeply but slowly. My moans were
muffled against his mouth and tongue, sometimes biting into the
latter to suppress the louder ones. He was silent as if I was there
by myself. How can he fucking do that!

In
moments like this, of craziness, he still had gestures that would
make me smile. The way his hand would softly cup my face, his
fingertips caressing the back of my neck, would make me feel
something strange in my stomach. It was no biggie, but I guess it was
just the way... I dunno... bleh I sound so stupid...

Oh
.... I can feel another one coming...

(TAP...
TAP... TAP)

He
stopped. My eyes flew open. A cold current down my spine.

No.
Please. Not. Her.

“I
wish to see you two in my office once you are decent...”

Hellsing.

I'm
looking at him. Vampire, where is your grin? He is looking too
serious for my sanity.

Silence.
I could only hear her steps fading away.

My. Fucking. God. What
the hell did I just get myself into... again.

BUSTEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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