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The Green Lady	By : RaggedyNib Category: Hellsing > Het - Male/Female Views: 6457 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 5 – The Jilted

The three had retreated to her secluded office for privacy.

Seras sat in her usual high-backed chair at the polished desk while Alucard remained standing behind her, closer to the chair than she was really comfortable with. Every so often she'd edge closer to the desk, but the weight of his crossed arms resting on the angled back of her seat was a constant thing no matter how far she pulled forward.

Lady Demir took the couch facing the long wall of stacked bookshelves, turning her torso sideways to face the pair opposite her.

"I assume you'll have received the files and statements I transferred to your personal electronic mail earlier, Provost Victoria. I had a feeling you'd want hard copies of what I'm about to inform you both of," the regal woman explained, running a hand along the back of her head to tug the sheer veil of black from her hair. She shook it out, a very tired look passing over her hawkish face.

"I'm assuming it's not the best of news, my Lady Demir." Seras knew the look on the other woman's face to be one of resignation, causing the blonde to brace herself for the forthcoming information.

"My former nation is joining a very large coalition of radical Islam nations," Lady Demir sighed, "with which they are planning to mount a full scale assault on multiple fronts as far as I'm aware of, one of which is Greece and the Balkans."

"How did you come by this information, Turk?" Alucard snipped from behind Seras, his eyes slitting in the dark of the room.

"As you know, I deal with many high-stake gamblers in our casinos, my lord. Enough procurement of vice to one of the Saudi playboys and a very large amount of vodka in his gullet had him singing like a nightingale to me a month ago." The woman paused to rummage around in the stylish briefcase she had brought up, drawing out a few glossy photos of a tan young man in an expensive suit.

"One of the royals?" Seras asked in curiosity, scanning her eyes over the young man's visage before turning her bright eyed stare to Lady Demir.

"Khalid ibn Abdul-Aziz. Son to a fortune built on oil and a kingdom of sand. He ranted on about this true jihad the fanatical states are buying into. I figured his tongue was so loose around me due to my continuance of practicing the Faith," she pointed to the hijab wound around her neck, "and his father is rumored to be the head of all this ugly business," Lady Demir elaborated, rubbing a few fingers to the bridge of her nose in weariness.

Alucard snorted in dissention before quipping, "More likely you were angling to get a meal off him, Turk. You always were gifted when it came to prying into the minds and actions of the weak to make them do what you willed."

"So you feel that the Turkish forces will try to invade Europe by way of Greece and the Balkans again?" Seras exclaimed in amazement, twisting her head around to look at her master and gauge his reaction.

His face was a strange mixture of intrigue and suspicion. There's an emotion I haven't seen him show in a long while, she thought wryly.

"We're going to be pitched into a genuine World War, my lord and lady." Lady Demir stood up, smoothing out the wrinkles in the flawless black suit she wore.

"But why warn us, my Lady Demir? You claim to hold faith to the very religion their ideas spring from," Seras objected, standing up half-way in her seat before the other woman raised her hand to still her.

The olive-skinned beauty began unbuttoning a few buttons to the front of her blazer to expose the bronzed skin of her neck and chest. An ominous, jagged scar crisscrossed the flesh where her stilled heart would rest while a wide, ugly stretch of scar tissue spanned her neck.

"Although I pursue the Faith, my Lady Victoria, I am quite an abomination to my former people and they have shown themselves in the past to have no qualms with killing me when the opportunity arises. But I beg you to not take these crazed radicals as the true practitioners of the Faith. If they invade and succeed in overrunning the Christians here in Europe, we vampires will be the first to go. We can manage a few thousand, just the three of us, but an entire culture out for our blood will sign our final death warrant. We must keep our foothold here in Eastern Europe untouched."

It was strangely hot in the tangled mess of gold and blue linens. Seras had thrown off most of them in her heated state, tossing and turning restlessly as the temperature turned oppressive. After Lady Demir retired for the day, Seras had vanished into her room. She was in no mood to discuss the subject of marriage with her master so drained and completely devoid of her wits.

I'm fucking dead. Hot rooms should be my last issue.

Seras groaned, inching up the hem of her gown gradually until it skimmed the tops of her thighs.

At least Demir took the offer. She'll give notice to her people in Montenegro and join us in Bucharest for the ceremony to bind the states to us. Noor Demir…

It was then that she felt the vaguely familiar, heated grasp of a hand upon her exposed ankle, an errant thumb stroking over the arch of her foot before the digits skated up the back of her long leg. A hot, wet mouth pressed itself into her throat as a solid weight eased down on the full length of her body, noticeably muscled and very male.

She felt completely paralyzed, either from shock or some unknown manipulation to her wretchedly pinned self.

The mouth pulled off of her neck only to move to the delicate skin along her spine, a tug and accompanying ripping tear at her fine lawn gown stripping it from her back.

Somehow, she managed to summon up the drained reserve of power still coiled within her, pushing up off the feather tick to pin the intruder on their back. Seras was straddling the hard, long body of the man she called master. She bared her teeth in a snarl, bringing her face near his own threateningly.

"You're getting very familiar with me in your old age, master. I don't appreciate this late-afternoon molestation."

The man grinned back up at her flushed face, his dark gaze drifting down to the snare of torn fabric pooled at her waist. She was bared to the waist because of his careless regard to her clothing, but she did not move to cover herself. "I'd dare so far to say you were enjoying yourself, Seras. I was just sneaking in a feel for you before the wedding night, after all."

"And you'll do well to understand there will be nothing happening between us that involves more bonds tying me to you," Seras hissed, pressing the heels of her hands to his shoulders in an effort to pin him.

I don't have the strength to hold him, she thought grimly. He can toss me off like a ragdoll.

"We'll see, Police Girl. After all, what is a weak human vow to our kind? Why such objection to something that will cement your rule as a regina?" Alucard coaxed, his shoulders lifting in a shrug.

"I rule perfectly well as the provost. You seem to have lost the value of what marriage is in any case, master. I refuse to marry a man who has given up his humanity."

"And you seem to be missing the idea that I would be equal to you in every manner if you would wed me. You refuse to drink my blood and become truly free of bonds," he rumbled in an irate growl, catching her wrists again in a steely grip as he rose up in a sitting position.

Seras was shocked as the strong, lean fingers of his free hand began to gently work through the strands of hair strewn across her shoulders as his gaze held her own. "You could be so much more than a slave to your obligations and human nature, Seras."

It's a rare moment in a woman's life when the world truly stops turning and everything comes to a sighing, shuddering stop. Even rarer when time itself is no matter to the woman. But everything did stop for Seras when Alucard slanted his thin, expressive lips over her own in a hard kiss.

She gasped, reeling back from the burning touch only to be caught by his hand at the back of her head and pressed harder into the kiss. Her eyes gradually shut and her body relaxed as he delved deeper, his hands roaming over the curve of her hip and the swell of a breast.

I'm lost to madness, she thought in mute amazement. She didn't care about the long years of wanting and never having, the restraint and jealousy over attentions she thought impossible to garner. He was here in her bed of his own free will and wanting her and her alone.

Seras gave up logic for the while, shutting out her screaming conscience as she wound her arms around his neck and pressed herself into the hard, strange embrace.

Translations for Romanian Phrases:

Regina – queen
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