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Title: Sending Over The Edge

Author: Alyndrya (Princess Destiny)

Email: princessdestiny@destinysgateway.com

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Rating: NC 17+

Couple: Alucard And Seras Summary: 'One Hour Challenge' #21, 56, 132, 167, 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: 6/26

Status: Unfinished

Year Started: 2004

Year Revised: 2011

Year Completed: N/A

One Hour Challenges: If you would like to know about these, please look in my Profile.

Disclaimer: The used Characters and storylines within belong solely to their creators. All rights reserved. Any content in this Hellsing Fanfiction relating to their respective shows are not authorized by licensed distributors. I'm just borrowing them for entertainment and absolutely no profit!

Comments: Hello everyone! Sorry there was a delay with this, though it was done days ago. My editor has her own life, hehehe. And I also had to do a few last minute changes here and there. This Chapter became so big that I had to divide it into two parts, so Seras getting a little revenge on Alucard for what he did to her in Chapter Four doesn't come till Chapter Seven now. Sorry everyone. *Evil grin* You'll have to wait another two days to see what she does to him! I'm so happy with how many people are enjoying this Fanfic and I love the detailed reviews on the parts that you liked best. I'm very proud of this baby actually. *Grins*

To answer the question of a reviewer. The reason Alucard is warm is because he's only warm to Seras. He would feel cold to a human, but by vampire standards, his body temperature is low enough that it's warm to her because she's also undead.

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 ]

Chapter Six

Seras was humming happily as she slipped into her room with the bags from her shopping and slammed the door shut behind her. Hanada had said goodbye to her outside the manor, his behavior a little stiff. She'd understood; the other soldiers were watching. He couldn't act like they were friends of anything. From then on, Seras was only his Commanding Officer.

The vampire locked her door and then swiftly looked around. Her Master wasn't anywhere in sight; good. Not that he would be hanging around, but with what she was hiding, she felt like she was one of those vampires or ghouls they hunted. The blonde girl bounded across the room and leapt onto the bed eagerly.

She turned one of the bags upside down and let the contents spill out. "Tooth brush, tooth paste, lavender soap, tampons-" she frowned. That little piece of information had been a surprise to the blonde when she'd found out last month. Vampires still got their periods! "-mints, gun magazine and..."

She looked at the last three items. "Cheesy love novels." Seras picked up the three and glanced at the front covers, eyebrows raised. They looked really bad. But she really hoped that maybe the storylines proved to be more entertaining. "Hmm," she said, turning the first over and flopping onto her back on the soft quilt cover. "A story of love in the Police Force? I could work with that." she mused, tossing it to the side.

Seras' red eyes moved quickly over the back of the second one. It was a regency one which sounded sort of cool. A young girl discovering she had a handsome rake of a guardian, who only saw her as a child and decides to introduce her into society, but soon falls for her himself. The blonde tossed that one the way of the first and looked at the last.

Now this was the one which had made her so antsy. If her Master caught her with this book, she'd never hear the end of it! She groaned and hid her face in the cover. "Love In The Dark?" She said aloud in disbelief. "What was I thinking, buying a romance novel about a vampire?!" Of all things!

Good lord, what if Master was watching?!

Horrified, Seras rolled onto her stomach and swiftly looked around in a hunted manner, eyes searching the walls, then the ceiling and then even peering onto the stone floor. Any place was possible with him, after all, and the way he'd been popping out lately had her constantly on edge. She didn't spot him, but three times that night he'd already forced his company onto her. As if waking up with him in her coffin hadn't been bad enough, then having to endure his malicious taunting until she drank blood, he'd then licked her face outside Sir Integra's study and then he'd appeared in the kitchen later on when Walter had been giving her contacts!

"Entirely too coincidental." she growled, sitting up and glaring at her multitude of bags. Was it possible that Sir Integra had told Master to watch her or something?

"I wonder." The blonde mused, toying with the corner of her book. Master had never, in all the months she'd been there, paid her this amount of attention. Only here and there if she tossed her blood out or if they were on a mission and he felt that she needed some instructions. Other than that, she never saw him.

"And now, he's everywhere I bloody turn!" She yelled, throwing her arms up in frustration. "I don't get it!"

Giving up on figuring her Master out, she sighed and put the book aside, reaching for the bag from Victoria's Secrets. Inside was red and black silk and lace. Seras grinned and rubbed her cheek against the top happily. No more cotton! She'd bet a whole paycheck that no one in this house knew she was used to wearing this sort of expensive stuff to bed. And no one would ever know either.

Her mind briefly flashed to Master and his impromptu visit to her coffin. She shook her head, that would never happen again. Seras knew it wasn't likely that she'd ever put her arm through a punching bag a second time! Now she'd be nice and comfortable while sleeping, instead of having to be in that bra and horrible cotton pants. Besides the fact that she knew she was probably was beginning to stink from wearing the same underwear to bed and under her police uniform day after day. Her nose wrinkled. No amount of showering could help that fact!

A knock came on her door and she jumped in shock. "Who is it?" She demanded, tensing. The she relaxed as she realized it couldn't possibly be Master-he would just appear from thin air! Seras made a face suddenly. Master was on her brain entirely too much, wasn't he? And why was that exactly? She scowled ferociously.

"Walter, Miss Victoria. I have the writing equipment that Sir Integra requested I bring you for the reports." the butler said politely.

"Coming," The vampire called out, getting to her feet hurriedly and walking towards the door. She had her hand on the doorknob when she remembered the novels. "Gah!" She cried, running back in a panic. He couldn't see them! She'd just die of embarrassment.

"Are you alright?" The man asked her, concerned. "Should I come in?"

"It's nothing! And no!" Seras called back nervously, scooping up the paperbacks and thrusting them under her thick mattress. She smoothed the quilt and sheets back down to cover her tracks and was headed for the door again when she remembered the tampons.

"Oh no," She rushed back to the bed and picked up the pack, looking about the room in distress. She couldn't think where on earth she put them. "They'd be crushed if I put them with the books." She moaned. Her eyes fell on her table, her gun kit, her bed-

"Miss Victoria?" Walter his voice was uncertain this time, as if he weren't sure whether she were in trouble or not and was deciding whether to believe her or not. "Is there a problem?"

He sounded as if he might come in anyway and she really didn't want that to happen. Even if Sir Integra had assured her that the man did go to the store and get her supply of tampons. Honestly, how such an in-control woman could bear for her butler to buy a very personal thing like that for her, Seras would never know.

"Nothing!" The vampire girl called back, extremely frustrated by this stage. "I need a wardrobe, Walter!" She went on. Sighing, she finally lifted the mattress again and tossed the tampons there also. Somehow, she thought that was going to be the place for her secret stash from now on.

"But you only have your uniform." he said as she finally opened the door. He looked her over carefully, as if reassuring himself that she was indeed alright and he smiled back when she grinned at him.

"I got some clothes when I was out." Seras informed him, gesturing behind her. He hadn't been there when she'd come back to the manor, so he hadn't bore witness to her staggering downstairs with her arms full. most of the house and yard had though and boy had they stared at her! Sir Integra had seemed sort of amused though, come to think of it. She'd come out onto the staircase and watched as Seras passed under her, an eyebrow raised.

"And I'll be getting a lot more from now on, so I'll need that wardrobe." the vampire girl went on. She plucked at her police uniform. "I mean, can you imagine washing this same thing over and over?"

The man eyebrows rose and he smiled. "It isn't anything I am not used to, Miss Victoria." he said pointedly.

Seras flushed guiltily, having forgotten just who it was who constantly scrubbed all the blood out of her uniforms. "That's true," The blonde grinned at him. "But now I have a couple of really nice outfits I can wear when I'm not on duty." she said happily.

"That will be nice," Walter nodded at her, glancing past her to her bed. He blinked at the range of bags. "You were busy." He noted dryly.

Seras looked him up and down. She'd never seen him in anything else, come to think of it. Or Sir Integra or Master. "Say, Walter," She frowned. "Does anyone around here have another set of clothes?" The thought that they didn't was sort of depressing.

"Of course we do," He murmured, passing over the leather-bound books he had been holding, as well as some pens and other things. "We have several of the same items of clothing." Walter told her with some humor.

She made a face at him as she juggled everything in her arms. "Oh, funny," she giggled. "Am I really supposed to take down Master's reports?" She complained, rolling her eyes. "Something tells me he's going to have entirely too much fun explaining the gory details to me," she shuddered as she thought about it. Oh yes, she could just see it now! His gloating tones as he described how he'd ripped someone to shreds, bloody flying everywhere. He'd delight in taunting her, making her wish she was out in the field.

Her red eyes narrowed. Master was mean! And that was saying it nicely.

"You could be right," He nodded and smiled at her knowingly. He checked his watch. "The sun will be rising soon. You'd better get to bed."

"My last night of freedom," Seras groaned, head falling with defeat. Her blonde bangs shadowed her face as she spoke. "A whole month, Walter. I'm going to be in hell."

"You'll manage. Think of it as...educational." he advised with a chuckle.

Her head shot up and she looked at him incredulously. "Educational? Why on earth would I see it that way?" Seras demanded. Was he joking? Walter didn't look like he was. In fact, she thought that he looked like he was having some sort of private joke or something, his eyes creased in silent amusement.

His look was mysterious as he looked down at the objects in her arms. "An hour a night," he mused aloud, turning away. "I wonder."

"What does that mean?!" She called after him, bewildered. But he never answered. After watching him disappeared around the curve of the hall, Seras sighed and went back into her room, kicking the door shut with the back of her heel. She dumped the armful of books, pens and other things onto her table and then slumped into her chair. "I just don't get men at all." She complained.

The vampire girl moped around her room the rest of the night, going through her new clothing and the other little things she'd bought. Then she tidied the books she'd borrowed from Sir Integra into a neat pile on her table next to her writing equipment and made sure to leave a place for her blood to be put. Walter and Master would insist, after all.

Seras finally decided to get dressed into her new nightwear an hour before dawn and started to read the novel about the police force. It really didn't grab her at first, but after a while the romance drew her in.

When she sensed the sun rising she put the book back under her mattress, blew the candles out and lowered her bed into the darkness, knowing that when she awoke, it would be to a month of imprisonment.

There were lips moving hungrily over her neck, the tops of her breasts, nipping at the tender skin under her chin. Seras was completely lost in the sensation. She knew she was dreaming and once again she was back in that room, but for once, she didn't want to look at the man kissing her body. She just let him do it and didn't say a word. Strangely, neither did he. It wasn't playing out as it usually did either. It was more dark; more lustful. She wasn't wearing her shirt this time when the dream started. Her bra was still there, but when her eyes had opened, she'd already been sprawled on the desk with his face buried in her neck, hot lips moving over her skin. It felt so very familiar and yet she couldn't place it...there was also that ever-familiar presence wrapped around her that was always in her dreams.

She sighed and wrapped her arms around the shoulders of the man above her, startled to find that that she was touching soft material. The man usual had no shirt... Her fingers touched long soft silky hair and she buried her fingers into the strands automatically, sighing in pleasure. And then something made her turn her head and saw red eyes staring into hers from the darkness of the far wall. What on earth?!

...she woke up...

Seras stared into the darkness of her coffin sleepily, trying to drag herself out of the sleep-state. "Whoa, that one was intense." she whispered. But it had been different somehow. She couldn't quite put her finger on it. Wait, that presence that had always been there- She frowned...damn, it was gone. She'd had something for a moment, but the thought trail was gone, as always!

"If I didn't know better, I'd say someone is tampering with my dreams." she said ironically.

The blonde vampire sighed and slipped her hand under her pillow, then closed her eyes and tried to go back to sleep. It was nowhere near nightfall, she knew. What exactly had woken her up from her dream? Damn, she couldn't even remember it anymore! It had been a man again, she knew that much. She'd been making out with him...probably. "So what's new with those dreams?" She said sarcastically. As tiredness became to claim her, she suddenly remembered something from her dream.

Red eyes.

"How on earth did it get blood all the way in there?" Seras grumbled, staring down the barrel of her Harkonnen. Logically, with the bullets coming out of there, the blast should have sent the blood-splatter away from it, but no, she could smell the dried blood down there.

Wrinkling her nose, the girl stuck the rag down the shaft and moved it around meticulously. She couldn't quite reach the end of it because her arm was too short, but she could reach about half way down maybe. Her beloved gun lay in pieces about the room and table, Sir Integra's books and writing equipment lying carefully on the bed. The vampire had no inclination to be destroyed over something like that after all and who really knew with that woman? Despite master saying that the Hellsing heir was fond of her, Seras had to really doubt it. He'd probably been joking anyway. Sir Integra was hard as ice!

"There, I think that's it." she pulled her arm out and stared at her blackened sleeve. "Oh yuck, Walter is going to kill me." she moaned. Her nice blue jacket sleeve was now as black as the rag she'd just cleaned the barrel with! Crap, why did she never think of these things? "Oh, brilliant Seras!"

The blonde placed the barrel to the side and then took off her jacket and placed it over the back of one of her chairs. Well, at least cleaning her gun was keeping her from going batty. She'd woken up that morning and almost walked out the door after dressing, but then remembered that her monthly confinement started today. Turning back to her room, she'd looked about in dismay and then spotted her trusty gun.

Consumed with a burning need to do anything to take her mind off the trapped feeling that had come over her, she'd fallen upon her gun and then grabbed the kit she kept in one corner of the room and begun to clean. "What will be next?" She asked herself dismally, looking around her spartan room. "Spring cleaning?"

Was this what her days were going to turn out to be like? Get up and clean? Oh and an hourly visit from master of course. She shuddered at the thought. What an on earth was he going to do to her in that hour? Taunt her unmercifully? Play with her like she was some mouse and he was the cat? Master was entirely too fond of his little games. If she'd known, she would have avoided him like the plague. It was just her bad luck she'd fought Stevens and been confined or she'd have requested to be put on every damned assignment possible to stay away from the manor and her master's amusement.

"What's with him exactly?" She demanded in exasperation. Was this taunt Seras week?!

"I'm not thinking about him anymore." Seras frowned darkly, grabbing the gun barrel and the scope and beginning to reassemble her Harkonnen. It took her quite a while, but then it was finally sitting in the corner of her room again all clean and shiny. The blonde sat on her bed, chin resting on her hands, her elbows on her knees. Her red eyes moved about her room restlessly. Now what? They fell on the blood-pack resting on ice that Walter had left and lingered, her mind going back to the night before. Her Master had been so dark, so forceful. He'd threatened to kill her...

As she'd tried to sleep that day, her mind kept going back over that scene. His teeth in her neck, the way his long dark hair had wrapped around her limbs, his arms tight about her form...his lips on her neck sucking...hand moving over her stomach... There was a sharp jab in her lower stomach and her breath sucked in. And then, she realized it hadn't been painful. Her red eyes widened. That had felt more like-

"Excitement?" She whispered incredulously. Had the memory of that encounter been arousing for her? She shook her head in denial. No, it couldn't be true! But the more she thought on it, the more it haunted her. Master's behavior to her over the last few days was getting to her, even if he meant it in a strictly platonic, taunting way. He had to know he was starting to get to her; in fact, she was sure he knew it, but...damn it; she didn't know how to control her body! She didn't have experience in this sort of thing! He knew he was flustering her when he touched her so intimately, but he did it anyway.

"Master, you're mean." she hissed. He couldn't taunt his own master this way, so he did it to his Childe, was that it?

"I won't let you do it to me." Seras decided, laying back on the covers and letting her hand rest over her stomach. She rubbed a hand over her stomach absently, playing with one the button of her blouse just above the skirt. This was confusing to her. really confusing. But at least she had the time to think about it now. All the time in the world.

"Master," she said sternly, frowning up at her coffin roof. "I'm not going to be your plaything. You can do that to someone else, but not me. Walter, Sir Integra, one of my soldiers even, but not me. Okay? I'm stuck here for a month and I might have to be trapped with you for an hour a night but if you try any funny stuff you'll regret it!" She ended it on a shout. A definite challenge.

She really didn't expect a response, after all. She'd only been talking to herself.

To her shock and chagrin a dark chuckle met her war cry. 'I never could resist a dare.'

To Be Continued...

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Comments: What a cliff-hanger huh? I bet you're all ready to strangle me? I really couldn't help it! The Chapter was too big! Chapter Seven will be out in two days. Don't worry, it's already edited.
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