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Psalms
for the Fallen

Chapter
6

I

Anderson
had calmed down by the time Alucard finally returned, enough to direct a stare
of pure hatred over his shoulder as the shadows behind him formed long arms
that draped around his neck. The monster, naturally, only bared his teeth
in a feral grin of appreciation, glancing over his head at what he was
reading. �Benedictus Deus. I rather liked that one.
Getting it copied on vellum was pricey.�

The
priest made an ineffective attempt to shrug him off, before turning his eyes
back to the document, magnetic. �Ye have ae large number o� Ex
Cathedra documents.�

�I
was interested briefly in human notions of infallibility,� Alucard shrugged,
casting his eyes over the number of scrolls and bound tomes that now littered
the table. �Put them back when you�re finished.�

An
irritated, brief glower. �O� course. Wha� d�ye take me fer?� A
pause, then, a mutter. �Though, Ah�m still surprised. Dinnae take
ye fer ae book collector.�

�Eternity
is a long time, my pet.� Alucard said lightly, half-lidding his eyes. �A
long time within which to get bored. And ennui is akin to a second death,
when you live forever. The mind rots when you do not keep it occupied,
and the hunt soon becomes routine, mechanical. Many of the older vampires
eventually descended into ghouls, themselves, powerful, but alike animals.�

�So�
ye read?� Anderson�s curiosity was evident even under his gruff tone.

�Now
and then. I had other amusements, naturally. But knowledge was a
thirst that sufficed, for a time.� Alucard thought back over the centuries
absently. �Occasionally I would turn interesting humans, but that never
tended to work out. Few childer have the strength of will to
become anything more interesting than puppets. And, of course, creating
vampires tends to call human attention.�

�Mina
Harker.�

�Aye.�
A lazy smile. �But she was beautiful. So beautiful.�

Anderson
made a low sound of disgust, continuing to read, though he tensed, when Alucard
continued to talk. �Moths to a flame. What attracts me to humans is
their fire, their passion. Living as long as I have� you could say I am
drawn to it, drawn to reflect it. A semblance of living.
Passionate humans are�� a long, gloved finger traced over stubble to Anderson�s
jugular, as the vampire�s voice lowered into a purr, ��very, very beautiful.�

Alucard
grinned as he felt Anderson shudder, if from revulsion or desire he could not
tell, but then the priest snarled. �Dinnae touch me.�

�Then
fight.� The vampire instructed, stroking the finger lower, to the dip in
Anderson�s collarbone, then back up again, over his Adam�s apple, smirking as
the priest arched back, baring more of his throat with a low gasp. �Hold
on to your passion. To that last spark which makes you beautiful.
Because when you lose it, Alex�� Alucard lowered his lips, to graze his fangs
over the unmarked throat, chuckling as the priest sucked in a sharp breath of
anticipation, �You�ll never regain it.�

�Dinnae�
nae here,� Anderson said breathlessly. �Ae library.
Nae here.�

�Aye,
a monster�s library.� Alucard lapped up the priest�s neck, smirking as his Alex
moaned softly, eagerly. �Filled with shelves of books on how to kill
monsters.�

A
twitch under his tongue indicated that the tidbit was slowly filtering down
into the Judas Priest�s lust-filled mind. �Ah dinnae ken yer games,
Alucard. �Tis almost as though ye want� ye want me t�find
ae way t�kill ye.�

�Mm.
Perhaps.�

�An��
ye tellin� me t�take blood,� Anderson�s tone was increasingly slurred, already
boneless against the chair, his head lolled against Alucard�s arm, his thighs
slack and invitingly spread, his scent of arousal a thick drug in the
air. �Ah dinnae ken that at all. As Ah am now, ye have power o�er
me.�

�So
I do. Reverse psychology, perhaps?� Alucard crept spidery fingers down to
Anderson�s shirt, popping brass buttons slowly, down to the priest�s navel,
lapping at his neck all the while.

�Could
be� ye just think �tis funny t�play games wi� my mind.�

�It�s
certainly entertaining.�

Alucard
had to admit the priest had a point. He had no real idea why he kept
goading Anderson to take blood. It was fun, but he knew that the
moment Anderson became a true No Life King, he would fight tooth and nail to be
free from Alucard, and would likely have the power to do so, or at least, be a
costly fight. He considered that it was possible that what he did
want was an equal; a vampire that could match his power and yet hold a human�s
passionate fire in his breast, not the ashen snake�s heart of Lamia, or the
wild, bestial insanity of Alucard himself. Yet taking blood could destroy
Anderson�s core.

No,
he doubted that. If anything, the priest was simply too stubborn.

�Bastard,�
Alex mumbled, squirming in his chair, the tent in his pants undoubtedly
uncomfortable. �Are ye goin� t�fuck me or nae?�

�Is
that an invitation?�

Alucard
was pleased to watch glazed red eyes flash briefly into fire. �Only in
yer fucken dreams.�

A
nip under Alex�s chin made the priest sigh and loll back, his snarl turning
back into a moan, and abruptly, Alucard decided how he was going to play,
tonight, enveloping them both with shadows and transporting them to the
bedchambers. Anderson blinked as he found himself on the tapestry quilt
of the four-poster bed, twisting for a moment under Alucard, then he turned
pliant again as Alucard kissed at his neck. Shallow, hungry breaths
turned stuttered when the other vampire seemed content to lavish attention on
Anderson�s sensitive skin with tongue and pricking teeth.

�Alu�
Alucard�� A mewl of protest, as fingers plucked hesitantly at his
shoulders. Alucard settled between the priest�s spread thighs, but made
no further moves, one hand holding up his weight, the other pressed over
Anderson�s right arm.

�Mm?�

�Dinnae
need t�draw it out��

�So
impatient, my Alex?�

�Nay.�
A growl, then another mewl. Alex was probably aching by now and unused to
it: save for their first time, Alucard had not restrained him since, nor
bothered much with foreplay. He slipped his hand from Anderson�s shoulder
down to a nipple, amused to find it already hard, running his thumb over it and
smirking at another whimper. �Why� dinnae just� Alucard� dinnae
just fuck me-�

�You
want it?�

�Nay!�
Alex snarled, this time, actually managing to struggle, though his ineffective
bucking rubbed the bulge in his trousers up, hard, against Alucard�s flat
belly, and he moaned, then seemed to catch himself, shrinking down back to the
bed.

�I
like tasting you,� Alucard purred, planting unhurried kisses over Alex�s
throat, watching long fingers marked with Hellsing�s pentagram claw briefly
into the sheets, then there was a long, low whine that cracked at the end of
his breath. Alucard couldn�t deny that he desired the priest now, hotly,
wanted to take him roughly on the bed until the dawn, but he could control
himself, curious to see how Anderson would react.

Eventually,
hips moved a little tentatively down against his, then more boldly, Anderson
letting out a soft, tight groan of relief as he began to grind his erection
against Alucard�s body, blindly seeking friction, arching down against him,
biting his own lip. It wouldn�t be enough for the priest to find his
release, of course, not without a bite, but Alucard fully intended to see how
much of this form of torture Anderson could withstand, tonight. He began
to suck at tanned skin, which made Anderson first jerk, hopefully, into the
faint touch of teeth, then whimper, then choke, as Alucard moved leisurely
towards a thin scar that curved from the priest�s collar.

�It�
disnae� disnae enough,� Alex moaned urgently, his tone hitching, �Alucard.�

�Good,
isn�t it?�

�Hurts�
goddamn �tis so good it hurts but it disnae enough Alucard
what are ye doin� t�me��

�Nothing,�
Alucard said innocently, slyly, �I thought you didn�t like me taking you,
priest.�

He
looked up briefly to see Alex frown, struggling with his lust-fogged mind over
this concept. �But� but ye like t�do it.�

�Aye.
But I can wait.�

Alex�s
response was a frustrated whine that sparked a coil of pleasure in his loins
and a smirk at his lips. Alucard decided to push the gambit a little
more, purring, �You want me inside you, don�t you, my pet? Touching the
deepest, most secret parts of you, for your pleasure� you can�t blame yourself,
of course��

�Ah�
Ah can�t� nay,� The Judas Priest shuddered. �Bastard. Bastard.�

�Oh,
you know it, Alex,� Alucard continued, nibbling, as Alex twisted weakly in his
arms. �In fact, I think you�ll come once I even enter you, once you feel
me begin to stretch you with my cock, you�re that close, aren�t you?�

�Nay�
Ah� Alucard�� Alex bit down harder on his own lip, then mewled plaintively
again, bucking urgently, as Alucard ground up roughly against his rump.
�Mast� Maste-�

The
cellphone rang.

Instantly,
as though a spell had broken, Alucard found himself with a handful of panicky
fledgling vampire, which almost managed to escape off the bed as half-shadow,
half wolf, before Alucard recovered from his surprise, pinning him down with
shadowy tendrils. He glared at the cell, tempted to fling it against the
wall, then he sighed, muttering, and picked it up, ignoring the snarling and swearing
on the other side of the bed.

�My
Lady Integral, I hope this is important.� His voice was too rough to be
anything but insolent.

�Why,
were you busy, Alucard?� Integral was definitely smirking. �And
what the devil is that terrible racket in the background? Are you
soaking that poor priest in holy water?�

Alucard
reflected that at times, if very rarely, he truly did wish to bite his
former Master. For all that he had near infinite patience, she could be so
trying. �Not particularly, but thank you for the suggestion. How is
Rome?�

Alex
abruptly ceased his struggling, shifting back to his human-shaped form and
watching him intently. Well. He had that, at least.

�Going
all out on delays, I am afraid,� Integral sounded slightly annoyed. �The
entirety of the next week has somehow been filled by tours and seminars,
despite a papal order for us to be given access to the libraries of the Ninth.�

�The
Inquisition?� Alucard felt somewhat surprised. �Are they involved?�

�They
did absorb Iscariot.�

From
the shadowy coils, Anderson narrowed his eyes. No doubt his vampire�s
hearing could pick up Integral�s voice, even though the phone wasn�t on
speaker.

�Where
are you now, Lord Hellsing?�

�Still
in the Vatican City. Decent hotel, Seras even has a room of her
own. But they�ve thrown the book at us on delays.� Integral sounded
disdainful. �Even for appearances. I think I can likely stand half
a week of their prattle before having to return to England for my own sanity.�

�The
Ninth has a decent library on Midians.�

�So
do you. According to the accounts of my ancestor,� Integral said, and it
took a moment for Alucard to register the faint skein of smugness in his
previous Master�s voice. �How are your books? Intact?�

He
had to laugh, low, chuckling, then more and more manic, his irritation at the
interruption slowly ceding. �Oh-h. Is that why you were not
in so much of a hurry to chase me to Romania, my Lady?�

�I�ll
suffer half a week of their annoying pleasantries, then I will return to
London. I trust you would have found something useful by then.�

�Are
you asking me to return, Sir Hellsing?� Alucard smiled lazily, glancing at
Alex, who grit his teeth and curled his fingers tight in the sheets as a tendril
of shadow began to rub itself against aching flesh, other tendrils holding the
priest tightly in place as he squirmed. �I do have other entertainments.�

�The
deal I brokered with the Pope has a time limit. The old man is dying, and
he wants the matter of Lamia resolved before that,� Integral said, her tone
clipped. �Don�t waste time.�

�What
is he concerned about? Legacy?�

�I�m
sure this line is not secure. Have Anderson help you with the research,
then return within the week to England.�

�Should
I?� Alucard teased, lolling back on the bed and crossing his legs. �I
still see no benefit to me, my Lady Integral.�

�You�re
curious now and you�ll be bored, sooner or later,� Integral said coldly, �And
if anything, I think Anderson is more than capable of encouraging your
return. After all, matters now involve the Vatican. No doubt he
is curious about the involvement of the Ninth.�

A
low growl from Alex, then a muttered, �Bitch� that made Alucard smirk.

�Within
the week, Alucard.� Integral repeated, her tone brooking no disagreement, and
hung up.

Alucard
placed the phone back on the side table, regarding the now struggling, snarling
Alex with a sigh. And the priest had just been on the verge of
saying something very cute, too.

II

Integral
felt somewhat more accomplished, if evilly so, when she put down the phone,
looking up to where Seras was trying very hard to suppress a grin. The
female vampire was industriously making tea: she had improved in that respect
over the last month, though was not as yet at Walter�s standard.

�Master
sounded upset,� Seras observed, as she brought the silver tray to Integral,
placing it on the low table before Hellsing�s Master.

�Of
course. Alucard is a creature of habit. Perhaps it�s a byproduct of
living so long.� Integral wondered if Alucard knew that he lived through a
routine of hunting, �playing� and sleeping almost rigidly, and supposed that he
likely didn�t. �I seldom have the opportunity, time or reason to irritate
him. Before Anderson, it simply took too much effort.�

�Ah.�

�Besides,
who would give up this opportunity to have a Roman holiday?� Integral said
idly. �The Vatican City is beautiful, and has many interesting
cafes. And I am sure that if requested, the Ninth would even take us on a
tour of Rome itself. Or Venice, perhaps.�

�Ah�
Integral-sama�� Seras suddenly grinned. �Suddenly it feels like we�re the
ones on holiday��

�Only
if we get the opportunity.� Integral didn�t remember when it was the last time she
had a break: when she was younger, she�d been once to Italy and on occasion to
France, but always accompanied by both Walter and Alucard, with the latter
tending to be a disaster simply by existing.

She
smirked. �I feel little urgency in this matter, I would confess.�

�I�ll
buy a camera tomorrow, Integral-sama.�

III

Father
Gregory Aglione listened with drumming fingers to the tape of the phone tap,
thoughtfully, and then rewound it. He sat in an underground room secret
to the Ninth, surrounded by only his four most trusted advisors.

��
So do you,� Integral�s voice said, and Aglione pressed pause on the recorder.

�The
Midian�s library might hold a secret to defeating the Lamiae,� he
observed thoughtfully. �The lost library of Vlad Tepes, the
Impaler. I did not think the Protestant woman so quick to maneuver.�

�The
Pope-� began one of the hooded men, only to be interrupted by a harrumph from
Aglione.

�The
Pope knows. Of course he knows. The position of spiritual leader,
ruler of Vatican City, is not attained by people who are not, at the same time,
consummate politicians. He knows. Of course he knows.� Aglione
began to drum his fingers on the metal table, again. �It is not certain
how much he knows.�

�Brokered
a deal,� one of the men repeated slowly, �A time limit.�

�Likely,
his death. Perhaps he wishes to influence succession. He knows my
chances are far slimmer were he to pass on to the side of God before the matter
of Lamiae and Alucard are resolved. Especially if they are
resolved by outsiders, by Protestants. Hm-m.� Aglione leant back in his
chair, an expression of abstract calculation on his features. �He wishes
to force our hand.�

�We
could rid ourselves of the problem,� one of the men suggested delicately.

�Even
if we could end the life of Sir Hellsing � a considerable task, with that
female vampire Seras Victoria by her side � Alucard is at a different level
altogether. And that dog he keeps with him, which he has stolen from the
Vatican� Alexander Anderson has never had much love for the Ninth. Too
much� old history, hm-m.�

�Still,
undoubtedly, ridding ourselves of Hellsing and its dogs would be an easier task
than destroying Lamia. Once we remove them, we can deal with the matter
of the Lamia at our leisure,� the same man urged.

�True,
true.� Aglione absently scratched at his ear. �Perhaps.
Perhaps. But I am afraid that the old Pope has already foreseen
this. He is one step ahead, hm-m. Perhaps more than one.�

�One
step ahead, Father?�

�He
has just, within the hour, appointed Father Mikaine Ganslein, his secretary, to
accompany Sir Integral throughout her stay in Rome, hm-m.�

�His
bodyguard? He will make himself vulnerable to such an extent?� One of the voices
sounded taken aback, delighted. �But, then we can-�

�Careful
what you say, Father. Careful. For his Holiness to suddenly� have a
failing in health� while Father Mikaine Ganslein is away, would be too
suspicious a coincidence, hm-m. But it is� a possibility. One that
I will have to consider at great length.�

�We
work on a strict limit of time ourselves, Father,� said the first hooded
figure.

�Yes.
I do not need to reminded of that fact. Though I doubt that even the
great� Vlad Tepes� can kill the Lamiae. I doubt that very much
indeed,� Aglione smiled faintly. �Not without the years we have spent
researching spells of containment and suppression. In a fight, vampire
against vampire, he will be defeated. She is too old an evil even for
he.�

�The
Hellsing blood��

�Much
can happen to the unfortunate and difficult Sir Hellsing. She is, after
all, only human. Even with such difficult guards. But the Ninth has
dealt with the seal of Evil for longer even than Iscariot.� Aglione closed his
eyes, for a moment, thinking, breathing slowly. �Very well. We will
need to deal with Sir Hellsing. Preferably while she is in the
Vatican. Preferably in a way that would embarrass His Holiness, leading
to an earlier call on his retirement. And we will need to dispatch a team
of Adepts to Romania.�

�Yes,
Father.�

�No
doubt we are ready? We are prepared?�

�We
are ready,� the others echoed. �Father Gregory. We are ready.
We are prepared.�

�Good.
Soon the cogs will fall into place. And as quick as His Holiness is, I
doubt that even he has begun to see the entire painting, the entire
symphony. Soon, soon we will have Dominion.�

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