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Are you afraid�my
master?

Darkness was all
her eyes could encounter, but her whole body felt deathly cold. The hard hilt
of her sabre was reassuring weight in her hand, and as faint silver light broke
the darkness, Sir Integra Fairbrooke Wingates Hellsing snarled aloud.

She lay
on icy grass, feeling the cold dew seep into the heavy wool, making the fabric
cling to her skin. The moon was high overhead, half full, and made her feel
colder with its silver light. As the Royal Maiden sat up, she heard the echo of
her monster�s laughter on the chilling air. Rage flared, burning through her
cold body, and she sprang to her feet, blade flashing in the light.

�Alucard!!
Show yourself this instant!!� Her cry rebounded to her from off of the lake
she stood before. Lake? Her pale blue eyes darted about as she tried to regain
her bearings. The Hellsing manor was nowhere in sight, and the air smelled
decidedly�fresh to London air. Her platinum hair swirled about her, glowing
white in the moonlight, as she spun, searching the horizon for any familiar
landmark. When nothing but plain hills and the sparkling lake met her eyes,
Integra growled.

�ALUCARD!�

It
was the icy breeze that alerted her, blowing through her wet clothing, causing
gooseflesh to rise, and she turned with a ferocious growl to face the
coagulating shadows. Garnet eyes gleamed within the twisting darkness, and the
white flash of a grin made her lips press into a thin line.

�You
will be punished for this, Alucard.� Her voice was deadly, with no trace of
amusement in her body, face, form or tone. The white-gloved fingers, stained
red now, tightened on the sabre�s hilt. �You have chosen disobedience, and as
God punished for such, so shall I.�

The
vampire laughed, forming himself from the stuff of night. Lanky, and jointed
oddly, he appeared before her in naught but his hidden leather, white gloves
marking the ends of his arms, while his legs seemed to vanish into the writhing
shadows about him. Eyes, too many eyes, gleamed brightly from the �limbs� which
moved rapidly, creating even more of a cold wind to chill her. When the
creature shifted, Integra�s chin tilted further upward, her eyes colder than
the wind which tore at her clothing and threw her silver hair out in banners.

�You
called for me, Master?� His voice was a laughing purr, but odd as it echoed
through her ears and seemed to ring off of the water nearby.

�Yes,
I did,� she snapped, her eyes narrowing further. �Take me back to the manor,
this instant.�

The
vampire laughed heartily and threw his hands out, the white gloves seeming to
float alone in the congealed night. �Why, whatever is the matter, my master? Do
you not like the wilds of Scotland?� The crimson eyes flashed greedily. �Are
you afraid?�

�Of
Scotland? Hardly, Alucard. I am angry, as should be readily apparent
even to you. If you think this will save you from what I will do to you for
disobeying me, you are very, very wrong.� Her voice had dropped to a lethal
hiss, which only brought a smile from within the mocking darkness. It slithered
closer, causing more gooseflesh to crawl up her arms. Somewhere, deep within,
she shivered.

A
strand of inky black curled about her feet, lashing like an impatient tail,
while the shadows slithered closer, insolently smiling. More curls of the black
stuff slid closer, inching along her body until Integra was shrouded in
darkness from the hips down. She did not flinch, her eyes fixed on the pair of
eyes that gazed at her from the top of the indistinct form.

�No
fear, lady? The monster has you in his grip,� the velvety voice murmured as the
swirl of night shifted closer, tendrils entwining her wrists. Only then did she
react, yanking her arms out of the darkness, her blade flashing moonlight at
the vampire.

�I
will never fear you, Alucard. You�re a child begging for attention.�

He
laughed at that, the grin showing up clearly as his face emerged from the
embracing darkness. �A child who must perpetually drag his mother from the
clutches of her own stubborn mind.� A white finger touched the tip of her
sword, resting lightly on the cutting edge. �Will you always force me to games
like this? Eternally making me prod through your sluggish mind to find what it
is that you need?�

�Sluggish?�
She spoke softly, her fingers tightening on the hilt of her sabre. �You find me
sluggish, monster?�

The
vampire smiled suddenly, a grin of pure pleasure. �No, but it certainly does
get your attention when I insult you. Especially if I remind you of just how
weak you are. It spurred you before, thinking of how easily you could have
destroyed them all, had you only been a vampire.� He was within inches of her
now, and when the blade flashed molten and plunged through the dead center of
his shadowy form, his eyes flared once more.

Integra
growled under her breath, pulling as viciously on the stuck blade, infuriated
beyond thought at his impertinence, his bloody daring.

�What
do you think these games are going to get you, other than another twenty years
in the cell I found you in?� she snapped, yanking again at her sword. Alucard�s
handsome face split into an inhuman grin as one of the white gloves rose to
trace the line of her jaw. His laugh was soft as she pulled away from his
touch, unable to move further, still bound by the thick shadows clinging to her
lower half.

�Your
rage,� Alucard whispered softly, his cold mouth against her ear, the lack of
breath sharply drawing her attention to his lips. The darkness coating her
seemed to writhe as the tip of the vampire�s long tongue slid over the line of
her ear and touched the pulse point on her throat.

Was there
pleasure? There
was.

Whether she
wanted to admit it or not, her senses were not lying to her, and this was
indeed gratifying, and her knees were begging permission to buckle under the
sensual assault. The Iron Maiden denied her knees assent, and tightened her
grip on the sword.

�Cease
this at once, Alucard.�

�Why?�
His voice rumbled in her ear, sending a sensation down her spine that she
bluntly refused to call a �thrill.� �I�ve gotten a taste of it now, oh yes.
Indeed, my master, I can smell your anger, and it makes�my�blood�boil�� The
monster drew out the last word, his voice throbbing like something physical
against her. Integra tried to pull her head back, away from him, and was abruptly
stopped by something wound tightly through her hair.

�Oh,
no, my master. Your anger is hot, burning for release��

She cursed
inwardly. Every bloody word he said was a double entendre, pushing at the
heightened nerves her anger had aroused. Hell, now I�m doing it, she
thought bitterly, taking deep breaths through her nose to calm herself.
Darkness wound further up her body, wrapping Integra�s slender form and began
to squeeze firmly. Her cerulean eyes widened, and she strained back with all of
her strength, suddenly slightly afraid that Alucard had taken it into his head
to play the python with her.

The vampire
laughed again, laughed as he leaned forward, the night tightening around
her chest, crushing the air out of her lungs. The tip of his blood-red tongue
slid from between pale lips and touched hers, pressed firmly together. The
thought briefly flashed through her to bite his tongue, and just as the idea
sparked, his leer shone out.

�Please, Master,
do so. To have your teeth break my skin would be bliss,� he growled softly, the
darkness drawing her closer. A cold feeling washed over her skin, and she
realized with absolute horror that her body had breached where his should
have been. Integra was immersed in the darkness which, when coalesced, made up
Alucard�s physical body. He was still laughing as the shadows tightened again,
forcing her to gasp for air.

The very instant
breath slid over her lips, his mouth was on hers. Cold lips, even colder
tongue, the brush of canines on the tender flesh of her lower lip�all of the
sensations flashed across her nerves in quick succession, leaving Integra
momentarily defenseless. The monster did not cease after the surprised gasp,
but sought more, his tongue sliding along the inner curve of her teeth,
stroking the tip of her retreating tongue. He made a sound as the shadows
engulfed her, to her eyes appearing to be nothing more than a face in darkness.
She felt the cold touch of his void crawling up her skin, sinking through the
heavy wool and making her shiver. The sudden feel of something�slicker than
silk against her bare flesh made Integra stiffen completely. The vampire
laughed into her mouth, coldness crawling up her back.

Did you think I would allow you to remain so
defended against me, Master? When you have entered my very body?

She pushed,
mentally and physically, but the monster was used to her mental commands, and
there was�nothing physical to push against. He had overwhelmed her, overtaken
everything, and was slithering over her nude flesh with murmured sounds of
pleasure. The maiden growled into the mouth plundering hers, and jerked when
his fang brushed over her tongue hard enough to elicit pain.

Isn�t pain
delightful, Master? It reminds the mortal that they live, and reminds the
undead why we relish sensation.

He bit down with
sudden, brutish intent, on her soft lip, drawing another jerk and a soft sound
of pain. Integra fought to pull away as he suckled on her lip, licking the
blood away with grunts of contentment. She realized she was being borne to the
ground, the shadows writhing over her skin. Contact was made with icy grass,
the dewdrops causing her skin to contract instantly. The instinctive human
reaction is to move away from unpleasant sensation, and she did so, arching
away from the freezing surface into the cool darkness. A chuckle sounded in her
mind as she gasped for air through her nose, unable to pull her mouth away from
the vampire�s. Darkness filled her vision, and she felt the cool silkiness move
between her shuddering skin and the wet grass. It was now all sensation, her
gaze filled with darkness, her hands bound by things she could not escape. It
was all feeling�overwhelming every sense.

Nothing like
what she had imagined, nothing like what she had read or thought of. This was
only�movement. Everything was darkness, so there was no distinguishing of dark
against her golden skin. Integra felt the tendrils sliding over her body,
curving over planes of muscled flesh, slithering about the heavy weight of her
breasts. The touch felt rough, wet�reminiscent of when a cat had licked her
hand as a child. As something dragged over the tip of her breast, already
peaked, Integra felt something fighting through the rage.

Lust.

Oh hell, it was.
It was lust. Rage burned her from within, but not like this, running through
her veins like boiling liquid, pooling in her belly and needling the tips of
her fingers. She stretched suddenly, hands flexing uselessly, and the rough
dampness moved over her fingertips, stroking along her throat and touching the
sensitive skin of her inner thighs, all at once.

You feel me, Master? Yes�of course you do. I can
smell you, I can taste you. All of you, my master. How do you feel now? Has
your rage become something�else?

His voice in her mind was seductive, luring her
into surrender, but Integra�s anger still glowed, and she began struggling to
escape. Escape? How? Surrounded, covered, held�the monster�s dark form had
completely shrouded her, and now the feel of�tongues, for they could be nothing
else, began stroking her skin.

Behind her
knees, in between her long fingers, suckling on her earlobes and brushing
across her lips�they touched, ravaged. Her anger held out as long as it could.
Then the monster�s tongue seemed centralized between her trembling thighs.
Upward, flicking, it stroked, parting the softness there and slithering along
wet flesh. Integra�s teeth connected through her lower lip, the pain starring
behind her eyelids, and was met almost instantly by a tendril of night that
slid over her lips, tasting the blood and licking at her tongue. She kissed it
back, feeling a mouth form against her lips even as fangs brushed the heavy
flesh between her thighs. It was the final straw, igniting the passion locked
into familial duties and honor.

The monster was
tasting her now, licking, almost�lapping. Animalistic sounds reverberated from
the surrounding darkness, and as the seeking tendril slid over her thighs,
parting her legs and prodding delicately, she pressed her hips upward, seeking
herself. The heat was unbearable now, twisting in her body, and Integra felt no
fear. Release was all she desired, and when the darkness swirled about her,
some parts of it shifting while the slimy silkiness ran over her skin, she
cried out wordlessly, anger burning again.

�Alucard!
So help me God, if you don�t finish this, I will kill you!� The Iron
Maiden�s words were vicious as she writhed in the vampire�s consuming grip. A
soft laugh seemed to filter through the darkness, and red eyes opened,
surrounding her.

Oh, my master, I shall �finish� this. Feel your
anger? Feel how it pulses within you, almost in time with your desire? You
know, with this, how vampires feel every night when the moon rises. When we
smell the blood of innocent mortals�this is the hunger.

His purr
lengthened, vibrating along the skin of her body, and some�thing thrust inside
of her without prelude. Her body arched sharply with the sudden onslaught, the
coolness within her now, expanding and pulsing, almost as if it were living
flesh.

The darkness within me lives as my body never did,
my master. Evil never dies.

It did not
thrust, exactly. It�twisted. Shifting, twisting, writhing within her,
the tendril seemed to have a mind of its own, the tip exploring the landscape
of her inner ridges, seeking out tender spots and applying ministrations of its
own. Integra�s head had fallen back, her nails digging viciously into open
palms, her lips parted as mouths seemed to seek the tips of her breasts.
Everything was happening at once. The tendril within pushed, prodded, felt and
stroked within her, a roughness akin to the tongues once more stroked the outer
flesh, fangs dragged over her sweaty stomach, and mouths suckled at her
breasts. The tongue sliding past her clenched teeth stroked at her own,
encouraging a returning kiss, and it seemed to shudder in her mouth when
Integra bit down viciously. Her anger and lust had become something ravening
within her, raging out of her control. Out of control�it became less of a
frightening prospect as the twisting, suckling, pulling all melded into some
blood-red flare of sensation.

She screamed, at the last, and
somewhere within her mind, felt a content, satiated purring.

When the suit
was donned, and her gloves blooming red blossoms of her formerly-innocent
blood, Sir Integra Fairbrooke Wingates Hellsing lifted her discarded sword and
glared at the still amorphous darkness, now dancing amongst the headstones of
the cemetery it had returned them to.

�Why?�

Her question was
pointed, as sharp as her eyes, and when the vampire did not respond, she spat
on the grass. �Never again, Alucard. If you step outside of your boundaries, I will
lock you away. Go crawl back to your coffin, your �last dominion,� and know
that you have incurred my displeasure. I do not know why you chose tonight of
all nights to anger me in such a manner, but it may be years before I�ve
finished punishing you.� She turned on her heels, facing the road outside of
the cemetery gates, and stormed away, the tail of her coat flicking in
defiance. The darkness watched her go through dozens of blinking crimson eyes,
and then a single, fanged mouth opened in a smile.

Now, my master, your anger will keep you warm at
night. Despair is colder than the grave, and death no release from your sense
of duty. And love�an illusion for those less inclined to the brutality of truth
than you or I.

And I�ve always despised those who live in illusion.
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