Stop it

In the following time everyone tried to put up a good show to demonstrate, that things were back to normal again. Well, not normal like `normal to normal people` but normal to the inhabitants of the mansion.

Arthur lately had taken up his old college habit of throwing ultimate private parties whenever possible. They involved lots of women of easy virtue and alcohol. He had never been of the opinion that a dull life made much sense. Besides he had always thought these activities the best cover for his real sexual interests and never gave up hope, that it would cure him of his desires someday. Now this concept seemed to be finally working somehow.

Ironically he had always been a womaniser. Since he had started having wild satisfying sex with his pet vampire (which he had slowly grown accustomed to on a more or less regular basis) now he sometimes could even sleep with normal women aged 18+, imagining to hold the cold girl in his arms. Though it never was as good as the real sex with his small female monster this achievement eased his mind considerately and slowly made him feel much, much more relaxed, almost normal now.

And although Arthur made a big fuss to keep Walter out of these parties for obvious age reasons, he had aimed for and now appreciated, that he showed interest in them. Soon the young man, that was officially enrolled now as a butler, was a familiar sight at the more organized events, enjoying himself and hardly serving anyone else than Arthur or himself. His cocky behaviour made him even more popular with the girls than his looks and coolness already had.

So normality seemed to have taken over.

But it had not.

Nevertheless…it went quite well for a rather long time.


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“Why then? I can’t understand it.” Arthur even stopped pushing.

“What do you want to know, master?” The girl lying under him did not stop her movements.

But Arthur could not do the thinking and the pushing at the same time. He put a hand on her small hip, trying to hold her still. “Ahhhrg, don´t call me your master in bed. I can’t concentrate on imagining that you are just a normal girl then!!” He sighed, “So? Why can’t you let him be? And don’t lie to me. I know you still drink from him occasionally.”

The girl kissed him and dragged his hand to her breast, taking up the rhythm with her pelvis again. “Go on or stop for good, master.” He did go on then, slowly.

“Why would I lie to you, my master? Well, you know him. How can you ask?” Her movements grew more passionate. “He is the Angel of Death. Barely human himself... Simply adorable!” Alucard could not suppress the very pleasurable memory of the taste of Walters blood and shuddered. “I should have turned him by force, he would have made a brilliant vampire.”

Arthur stopped again. “You offered and he rejected it?”

“He did.” The girl moaned, it sounded more than a little frustrated. “But go on, or we will be in trouble getting finished.”

His decision indeed made Arthur regard Walter even higher.

“And it is much the same with me, master. Though I think he did it for the wrong reasons.” Alucard chuckled remembering… ”Human mortality is such a sweet and fragile thing.”

“You are getting sentimental, Alucard.” Teasing his servant always felt familiar and good.

“No, I don’t.” But indeed the vampire seemed quite inappropriately still thinking about someone else, regarding the fact that his beloved master stuck deep inside him, being quite reluctant to carry on, even showing slight signs off becoming soft.

“So why then?”

Alucard came to his senses and decided he would serve his master best by taking over and finishing this job first. He released his shadows, caressing his masters body lightly and unseen. Arthur was soon moaning, sweating, moving again and finally he came, unaware of why he did get so turned on all of a sudden. He enclosed the girl tightly in his arms in the aftermath and snuggled his face into her silky hair. As long as he could ignore the knowledge whom he was cuddling it felt nice and like the real thing. It took some time, but then he regained his strain of thought. He rolled down from her. “Why? I really want to know, you see.”

A sigh. “Because he loves me. He truly loves what I am. To really, truly love a monster for what it is in his very core is a very, very rare thing indeed. It makes his already sweet blood taste unequally delicious.”

Arthur felt a sting of jealousy. It was true, he valued Alucard, he was fascinated by him, he used him for Hellsing and in his bed, but love? But nevertheless - as his master, he just had to be the one closest to him.

“He loves the danger you radiate. He loves your marvellous looks. But that doesn’t mean he knows you or is in love with your personality. Aren’t all your victims kind of in love with you?”

“Of course they are,... kind of,... But believe me, he truly is. His true devotion makes his blood taste marvellously. Killing him would indeed be the ultimate thrill.”

Arthur raised his head and looked at the girl inquiringly. “Don’t you dare. Hellsing needs him. And besides: I thought drinking my blood would be?”

The girl nestled herself in his arm. “Oh, indeed, Master. Rest assured. Your blood would be the best of all.” She licked her lips, then stretched her long tongue to her masters throat lazily. He withdraw shortly before she could touch him and she retraced her tongue, sighing. “No matter if you love me or not. The special bond would work not regarding your lacking sympathy for me. However, seeing the situation as it is, young Walter’s loving, lustful, eager desire is a very rare and precious thing for me.”

“You share MY bed at the very moment…”

“Ohhh yes. But this is a good example, master. If you drag me to bed, you just seek release for your lust you could, or rather would, never satisfy elsewhere. I am your only choice. But this is merely forced on you by yourself. By the adorable inner strength of your blood and your belief, Hellsing! This – and a lot of magical bonding – is why I adore you.” The vampire smiled with her eyes closed.

“You are my master indeed. I am the servant. Humbly, I watch your vigilance, your energy, your strength, your belief.” She grinned, her tone slightly ironic, but then mused again. “But sadly… you do not love me, although I do try to seduce you for good. And although you hold a certain kind of fascination for me in you, you do not love me. That for sure would make Hellsing even stronger, would seal our bond beyond questioning. Walters love and his willingly given blood comforts me and fills the gap your missing empathy leaves in me, thanks to all this magical riff-raff. As long as I was alive I did not care for anybodies affection and afterwards naturally even less. Only now I am forced to care and I learn about it quickly. And one day, I may have a master, who returns the bond…”

Arthur did not know what to answer.

He mused a while about the truth, that he used, but could not love this weird creature…Indeed using him for these intimate moments was already more contact than he would allow under normal circumstances. He was comfortable with the situation now, no longer hating himself for his weakness, having learned how to find release even with grown up women, and indeed had to thank his monster for that. And he was aware that Alucard did not find much pleasure in these meetings except for being nearer to his master than usual.…

Meanwhile the girl fell asleep in his arm for the first time ever.

Should he feel more for his monster? Ahhhh, nonsense, Arthur decided. I am the master, I define the bond.

The girl turned slightly in her light sleep, lovely to look at. Peaceful. Not a trace of Alucards power and cruelty showed on her face. A rare sight indeed. Maybe the vampire had earned himself a rare privilege for being so truthful and obedient lately, Arthur thought sentimentally. But he would not want to wake her up now. He had to be very careful, but he would feed her a wee bit of his blood the next time.

“You will be in for a pleasant surprise then,” she murmured dreamily. “Not sure if you will cope with this, master…”

“Mind reading bastard indeed”, Arthur grinned and turned out the light. Soon he fell asleep.

Deep inside his mind Alucard was awfully satisfied. Although the topic of their conversation had been strange regarding the circumstances, and although he did feel ridiculous lying here faking content sleep, this was the first time his master had not totally ignored the thought whom he fucked while doing it. All is fair in love and war… It had been a very long way creeping into his flawed but strong mind… But this was finally the first serious step taken! From here on manipulating him would be much easier.

The girl smiled slyly, desecrating the lovely picture of peacefulness… luckily unseen by her master in the dark. Recalling the taste of Walters blood on her tongue and inhaling the scent of her master close to her, the vampire now truly let herself fall asleep for a while.


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