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Blasphemy!
I’m bringing Pip to the story. I know this makes no sense since
Pickman was mentioned, which would mean this is with reference to the
anime, but I like Pip a lot. He’s fun. Plus he has cool hair.
It was a request. But he is Sera's, don't worry, I won't mess with
that.

Plus
this story doesn't make much sense anyway. It's kind of random in my
opinion.

DISCLAIMER:
don’t own crap… but I pwn in UT2004.

I don't get men.

Like I think I said
once, men, alive or undead, are the same. As long as they are male, I
don't seem to understand them. I am confused. Yes, women are also
temperamental and weird sometimes but we do have excuses for this. We
have enough problems with surfing the crimson wave once a month, but
they have no excuse!

Clay is absolutely
determined to make me his girlfriend. And I am absolutely determined
to get that thought out of his head. It is amazing how ironic life
is. Now that I don't want anything serious, I get a sweet and cute
guy knocking on my door every other night, asking if I am ok. I get a
kiss, a hug, and a tender good night. This would be incredibly sweet
and I should be making cartwheels up and down my barracks in
happiness, but the fact is that as I am at the door, most of the time
there is a certain vampire hiding behind it, right beside me,
tickling me with his 'thingies' as I say goodbye to my dirty blonde,
blue eyed co-worker.

After
that little... encounter about a week and a half ago, Alucard
continued to come a few times a week for blood as he had been doing.
But I began to see how he would drink less and less; he would start,
as always, drinking from my forearm from a self-inflicted cut, then
little bites would travel up my arm... and suddenly we were making
out on my bed. My arm completely ignored. Last night I found out his
punishment was over a few days after our little.... thing. Seras told
me this. But with the marvels of his skills, the truth is I don't
mind. I will play dumb and make him think I don't know anything.

So why am I
complaining? Well, there is one thing that these two have in common;
they won't go further than making out. It is pissing me off. Why are
they doing this? I have no idea. Clay might be acting very
gentlemanly, but I don't get Alucard. Him and his self-interest don't
really make sense now.

I am too old for this.

It seems I WILL die a
virgin.

Anyway,
in other matters, it's my leave and I have to clean my room.

(Depeche
Mode - Dream On)

God I love this song...

It moves me I can't
help it... it makes me sway to the rhythm in less than Christian
ways... I have always categorized Depeche Mode songs as foreplay
music...

I circled my hips
while singing into the broom as if it was my microphone, my other
hand over my head.

I felt that peculiar
sensation on my skin again.

I stopped.

And sighed.

“Vampire?”

“Human?”

“You
are taking liberties I consider extremely violating...”

“Such as?”

“What the hell
are you doing in my room?” I turned around and looked for him.

Nothing yet.

“I thought you
said you would feed me today...”

“Ok... one, what
ever happened to waiting outside the door... and two, it's a bit
past noon, what are you doing up?...”

“I
was just curious about what my favorite human was doing.”
He finally appeared on my bed, lounging comfortably. I felt a bit
weird remembering my skimpy appearance.

“'Favorite
human'?” Of course his tone implied a big, fat lie.

“Yes.”

“Get out, I am
not dressed enough to feel comfortable with a guy in my room...”

“I'm no man...”

“You look like
one enough to make me feel uncomfortable so leave...”

“How easily you
forget--”

“What now”

“I have seen more
than this of you”

“So.”

He scanned me up and
down and then tilted his head as he met my eyes.

“I think I'm
getting the idea you are... deciding when you enter or leave my
room... or how much you see or not see of me... and I am not liking
this...”

“I do not follow,
milady.”

“Ok, I'm gonna be
very serious with you, playful snapping aside and all...” I
said and sat beside him on the border of the bed, facing him. “
I want to know why were you here all night, I could feel you...”

Silence. He looked at
me as if I was still speaking.

“Alucard.”

“Yes?”

“Why where you
here last night?”

“Why was Brendon
here last night?”

“What does Clay
have to do with my question?”

“Why do you
question me and not him?”

I ignored his question.

“Why did you stay
here, hidden in the shadows like some weird stalker...”

“Maybe I was
doing what Brendon was doing...” He said but his tone was so
fake.

“Clay was showing
himself and his concern for me... I was hurt in the mission so he
came to help. You were hiding in the shadows, peeping... it is never
the same...”

“He has his
humans ways I have mine...”

“Alucard I don't
like it...”

Silence.

“I don't like you
hiding in the corners of my room... it's not right...”

“Why?”

“Because I need
my privacy! What do you mean why!”

“He was invading
your personal space... at times I couldn't tell who's arm was
who's... why am I getting questioned then?”

Silence. I glared at
him. A lot.

“So now I have a
Dad here... ok, let's get this straight... stay away from my room...
unless I let you in, got it?”

Silence. He cocked his
head.

“I know you heard
me... so you are warned...”

“Warned?”

“I will go to Sir
Hellsing if you continue this stupidity.”

“...
and I am sure she would love to hear about our little... romps.”

“Are you
blackmailing me?”

“I thought a good
girl like you knew about the Golden Rule...”

“'romps'?”

“--don't do on to
others... and all that nonsense...”

“Wait--are
you--are you--”

“--as always, I
will never understand--”

“I can't fucking
believe this, you are sounding like a goddamn jealous boyfriend!”

“--humans--hmm?”

Silence.

“Is there
something that makes you believe you have some right over me? Is that
why you are taking these liberties with me?” I suddenly felt my
muscles swelling. This happens whenever I feel threatened in battle.

He glared at me.

“you owe me for
last night's books--.”

“and
I will gladly pay you, but never even think this agreement
gives you rights over me...” I said mad at him but controlling
myself. He is still a vampire. “Take everything you need
tonight ... the deal is off.”

Silence.

I stood up and went to
get my knife. I came back to a glaring vampire.

Silence. He stopped me
as I was about to slash my arm.

“Not there.”
He almost mumbled.

“Huh?”

“I want your
neck.”

“No,
if I give in to this I will end up a Mrs. Alucard by the way things
look... no, my arm or nothing...”

“Milady--”

“No.”

“This will be the
last time, you said.”

I sighed.

“Ok, fine, but
you owe me, and this ends tonight.” I said to end this nonsense.

“I will take
much, I think it is better if you lie down.”

“hmm... fine”
I rested on the bed, knife in hand and he climbed up the bed beside
me. I turned to my knife and then to him, me head snapping. “What
happened?”

He was just in his
shirt and pants.

“comfortable...”

“right...”

My dumb self made the
cut on the opposite side of where he was sitting. But even before I
realized it, he was sucking and licking my neck; almost leaning on
half my body. I gulped and then knew... he had tricked me again.

My nipples started to
grow to the point of being painful. My head began to make room for
his mouth and his sucking. Yes, feeding felt good... but the neck is
a whole different story. My hands went to his shirt and pulled him
over me completely. He didn't resist. Our legs entwined as he got
comfortable over me. My hands wanted to tear off his shirt. What the
hell was happening to me...

I felt his erection
grinding against my higher thigh. This didn't help me at all. As he
kept drinking, I started to grind back, one of my hands intertwining
with his black hair and the other pulling at his shirt to untuck it.
He let me do it. His back muscles contracted over and over again
under my hands with his soft grinding. His cold skin was a big
contrast with my warm one. He would always hiss after my first touch.
At times he would lick his way up to my ear, play a little, nibble,
pull, and then go back to the wound. I was mad at him, but I didn't
know why, it only made everything feel more intense. I am weird, I
guess.

I pulled my leg from
under him and let him rest in between my legs. He actually helped me
by holding this leg under my knee and bringing it as high as he
could. Then, the beast ground against me... right on the best spot. I
moaned loudly, closing my eyes and thinking... goddamn and we have
our clothes on. I can't even imagine how much I would like the real
thing. His mouth moved over mine and began nibbling on my lips;
little bites and licks, always careful not to bite me too hard and
draw blood with his fangs. I tasted my blood in his mouth, but I
didn't mind. I have done it before.

My hand slowly crawled
in between us toward his pants, but he reached for it swiftly and put
it over my head.

“Don't do this
again...” I warned as he kissed my jaw.

“What's the rush,
my dear...”

“If you put me to
sleep I swear I'll stake you...”

“How fun... a
little pain is always nice...”

“Sicko.”

“Oh?...” He
looked at me daringly and raised my body from the bed with his arm
around my waist.

And spanked me.

And I moaned.

“Pardon me?”
He leaned his ear against my lips.

“Shut up...”

He chuckled.

“You
underestimate me, human.”

“Why do you know
everything!”

“Because...”

He kept grinding and
grinding faster and faster against me over my thin cotton
brief-shorts. The pressure he was putting was enough to send currents
all over my body, and build an orgasm. He was grunting and his
breathing, yes breathing, was heavy. Again the intelligible ranting.
Again the sucking and the licking of my wound. I think he's had
enough. God, but I don't want to stop now...

(knock knock)

I heard him growl at
the door. I didn't even realize someone was knocking until he looked
that way.

“That kid is
becoming a problem...” I heard his annoyed whisper.

“Hmm?”

A thought started to
ring in my mind; judging by his comment and his actions, if he wants
what I want so badly, then what the fuck is he waiting for?!

I knew he could read my
mind so the fact that he ignored this thought made me furious. I have
had enough of his teasing. What the fucking hell is wrong with him.

My hands stopped
moving. He opened his half lidded eyes fully, sensing something odd.

“... hmm... I see
you've had enough...” I said lazily.

“I do think of my
human...”

“Ok...” He
stopped moving. He understood I was 'done'.

I began to almost
squirm under him which meant he pretty much was done too. At least,
with me.

“Good... I need
to get ready... I am planning to do something tonight...”

“Oh?”

“Yes... it is my
free day, remember?” I said fixing my beater and walking
toward the bathroom. I turned on the shower and walked back to the
room. He was still there.

“Milady should
take good care of herself... I had quite a lot to drink...”

“I'm fine...”
I dialed Clay. He wasn't picking up. I will leave a message then.
“... hey Clay it's me... I want to go dancing... what do you
say? Call me and let me know, ok? See ya!”

(click)

“You seem... a
bit aggravated.” He said slowly still on my bed, shirt in
disarray but looked so comfortable, this could very well pass by his
bed and room.

“... girl stuff.
Don't worry... nothing that can't be fixed...” I answered
simply and turned to him. “I meant the thing about my privacy,
I'm gonna get ready...”

“I thought I owed
you something? So ask.”

“Hmm yeah you do
after all... I won't ask questions, I want something else...”

“Alright.”

“Play for me.”

“Pardon
me?”

“Play for me...
piano. After I'm done getting ready, I want you to play for me.”

Silence.

“... or was it
all talk...?” I said daringly.

“Fine, I will.
Meet me in Integra's library tonight...”

“Tonight at what
time.”

“10.”

“No, I am going
out at that time, earlier.”

“Then, cancel
tonight and I will play for you”

Of course he grinned
like a maniac.

“I am making the
rules for this vampire.... you owe me, it is not a favor...”

Silence. But the grin
didn't go away.

“Alright. meet me
at 8.”

“Fine... see ya
at 8.”

And with this, he
disappeared

“Good
evening...” An alien thought crossed my
mind.

“Good
evening to you too...”

Some soft lamps were
turned on as I walked in the library, giving the place a greenish
tint. He walked through a wall and I went to throw my jacket on the
couch I chose to sit on.

“What's that?”
I asked eying his hand.

“Wine...”
He was looking attentively at me as I took the glass.

“Thankies... me
likes zee wine...” I had some of it. “... hmm this is
good...”

“Hellsing private
collection... do not tell Integra...”

“I won't as long
as you share... so how good are you?” I went to sit down.

“What do you want
to hear?”

“Chopin...
prepare my Goth mood, my friend”

“Something in
particular?” He took a seat in front of the piano, still having
wine.

“Nocturnes...
anything is fine... except 9 no1... I'm sick of it already...”

“...
it has been so abused...”

“I
know...”

“We can start
with a personal favorite...”

“Please...”

He had read my mind.
Posthumous Nocturne; it fits him so well. All nocturnes are kind of
melancholic but this one is one of the most, to my opinion. So I
listened, rested my head back and looked at his hands and face as he
played.

“You're good...
very good...” I said as he finished the last note.

“Thank
you very much, milady”

“And you remember
it all? you're not reading right?”

“No.”

“Wow... do you
know the 27th?”

“Which part...”

He warmed his fingers a
bit.

“Hmm... first
one?

“Yes...”

“Can you?”

And again he began to
play. Wow, he is damn good. I bet, all those years of practice, what
can one expect? But I don't care what he says. There's more to
interpreting than skill. There's emotion, something he prides in not
having. The way his face slightly contorts as the song changes, tells
me something different.

“I can see why
you like this one...” He said as he was done.

“Why?”

“It is much like
you...”

“Like me?”

“Adagios...
crescendos, decrescendos... piano...then forte-piano...”

“Is
that a nice way of saying I am moody?”

“Temperamental.”

“Again... is that
a nice way of saying I am moody?”

“... a bit...”

“Well it sounds
good to me then... better than a boring telephone tone...”

“How can you
dance with something so short?”

I was confused. And then remembered I was wearing a skirt.

“I can kill
undead with something a bit longer, why not dance?”

“You wear
something underneath your uniform...”

“How do you know
I'm not wearing now?”

He half grinned and
continued to warm his fingers with a simple, soft melody.

“You have X ray
vision or something?”

“No... remember I
have very good sight... and you have crossed and uncrossed your legs
twice since you got here...”

“You are supposed
to be playing... looking at the keys, Mr. Alucard...” I said
sweetly.

“I
know them by heart already... why waste a good opportunity?”

“You sound just
like a man.”

“Male, milady.”

Silence.

“I have a
question for you this time.” He asked, his hands slowly coming
to a halt.

“Ok... free of
charge.”

Silence. He came to sit
beside me on the couch, his body turned a bit to face me.

“You
do understand that there might be a chance that... the reason why you
continue to be alive after all those times I come to you while
starving, is this you hate so much...” He said looking
at his gloves.

“Yes.”

“I want to
understand then... why do you help me?”

“I thought you
could read thoughts.”

Silence.

“... because...
you are what you are...” I said simply after a few seconds of
thinking.

“Care to
elaborate?”

“You see this?”
I forced a smile. “I have three dimples here on this side of
my cheek... but none on the other side... people think it's cute...
Clay loves it.”

“Hmm...”

“It's not a
dimple... it's a scar... a huge dog almost ate half my face when I
was little. It was a she. She was hurt on her back but I didn't see
the wound... so I went to pet her but she went crazy all over me. My
dad shot her to save me, I remember. All the kids in that
neighborhood were terrified of dogs for a while. But not me... I just
saw it as a reaction. A natural reaction. Instinct. I didn't see bad
intentions in her. It sucked because I looked like shit for a while
but... you know... you're a smart guy you know what I mean...”

“You are calling
me a dog?” He said innocently but I knew he was just messing
with me.

“No... a
bitch...” I said and smiled a little. He smiled back. Yes
smiled. “ Well thank you... now I have to go, my friend...”
I said dramatically and sprung up of the sofa, putting the goblet on
the piano.

“So soon?”

“It's
9:20... I have to meet Clay at 9:30... you are a very talented
creature... I hope this is not the last time you play...”

“When I have a
worthy audience I will.”

“Hey you know
where I live, just ring and I'll come...” I said a bit.. happy
and buzzed. I walked to him, pulled back his hair softly and pecked
him on the lips. “Don't stay till too late, old man.”

“Don't have too
much fun, milady.”

“Oh but I will.”
I grinned and began to walk away.

Believe it or not,
this is not a pairing. At least not a final one. You will see later
on if you stick around.
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