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The Green Lady	By : RaggedyNib Category: Hellsing > Het - Male/Female Views: 6456 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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HOLY UPDATES, BATMAN!

I return! To throw myself at your mercy and beg forgiveness for such a long absence. Heartfelt thanks to the reviewers who pop back in to read the next installment and much thanks to the new reviewers who stumbled across my little yarn!

Chapter 6 – The Friend

They had broken off from the embrace shortly after the sun had dipped below the trees. Nothing went further than the cursory touches and savage kisses. That was saying something for a man of over six hundred years trying to overcome a virgin just shy of ninety. It was her sense of propriety that had halted them, alongside her bitter feelings of being second class to a dead woman. She knew it well that she was not his first pick under any prior circumstances.

"I will rest with you from now on," he had declared officiously after a few moments of silence. Seras halted her intense staring contest with the damask of the canopy.

"Oh, will you now?" she asked in tired amusement, quite fed up with his demands and behavior. She'd been kissed within an inch of her life without any sort of fulfillment, her body strained between the point of release but not ever reaching it with inattention.

"Yes." He stood from the rumpled bedclothes, his coffin skittering in from the other room on stubby legs it would sometimes materialize out of necessity. It halted next to her preferred side of the bed, the legs dissolving into a fine black mist before the slender piece was at rest on the floor. Alucard made no pretense of preparing for any sort of bedtime ritual, instead disappearing right into the vast recess of that mysterious thing as the lid shut tight on him.

Seras shrugged. She threw the tattered nightgown over his coffin's lid and curled her body under the coverlet, staring off into the dark space of her room. Still fairly throbbing along every inch of skin, she bit down on her lip hard enough to draw blood. It wouldn't do to entertain the notion of taking her pale hand between her thighs and bring herself to some sort of completion. Alucard would spring like some horror version of a Jack-in-the-Box from his coffin – most likely laughing his head off at his virginal fledgling engaging in such a carnal act on her own steam.

One can't expect Master to be anyone other than Master.

Gradually the throbbing in those slick folds of flesh abated to something less keen and Seras was able to relax onto her sheets. Her skin lost the temporal flush to it and was once again cool as the breeze. Then her thoughts began to wander in that foggy half-sleep all sentient beings had.

It would always be a push and pull of dominance between them. One would always have their physical or metaphysical barrier in place – a barrier that would bar their emotions from the other like a mask obscuring a face. The situation they were now neatly corralled into called for an easier dialogue between the two, a dialogue that called for cooperation and unity instead of conflict and petulance from both parties.

But for starters, she would settle for friendship in the only way he knew how – to rule her.

"It's a mark of the times when a practice from the old days comes back around to greet me again," said the old vampire.

"Which would be?" Seras grumbled into her pillow, resolute to steal a few more minutes of rest before the circus of politics would begin.

"Women going without," he answered, running a rough finger along the bare length of her spine until it caught on the fringed lace of her sheet to tug it past her arse. That brought her up off the bed, clutching the recaptured sheet to her chest as she shrieked.

"There's a morning welcome of a good wife. A call to war even the Turks would turn tail at!" Alucard cackled, his form evaporating to rematerialize in the open doorway of her bathroom.

"Yes, go and get out of range, master," Seras seethed. "What's on your agenda tonight, if you don't mind my asking?"

"Wherever the night takes me," he answered enigmatically, his hair and clothes working into order on his own. His lanky frame was soon tailored into a black suit and shirt, a modern tie of blue pinned and knotted at the folded collar.

Seras boggled at the attire as he approached her vanity on the other side of the bed. "Colour for once?"

"Change has its benefits."

Their customary place at the head of the table was waiting for them, but for the first time in a long while her master occupied the grand chair beside her. The clicks and flashes of cameras went off like a miniature fragmentation grenade as soon as they had entered the room.

"A call to order! First on the docket, the terms of negotiations concerning the absorption of the Republic of Serbia," boomed one of her undersecretaries. This introduction was gone over with introductions and opening statements from the statesmen and president of the nation, then repeated by the next until they finished on Slovenia.

Boring, boring. Politics. The same game with new players, Alucard whispered into her mind.

She shot him what she hopped was a warning glare, the pointed tip of her shoe nudging his ankle. His shades were in place to hide his eyes – the red was disconcerting to many.

"-and with that, we extend this invitation to the Romanian rulers and their cabinet in hopes that they will be able to marvel at the natural beauty of our countries alongside the individual cultural heritage each has developed over these thousands of years." The President of Bosnia and Herzegovinian bent in a bow towards the head of the table, taking his seat after the polite rounds of applause had died down.

"With due respect sirs, we will have to delay the tour by a few weeks in light of the talks cut short with Rome. We are obligated to fulfill our prior engagements before taking on new ones," Seras said as she met the eyes of all the heads of state.

"But with equal respect expressed towards the holy church, we will turn down further conference with Rome until we've enjoyed the hospitality of our honoured neighbors." Alucard stood and the rest of the room followed suit – Seras remaining in her chair before she mastered herself and rose to her feet. Out went her master into the antechamber, the ministers trailing like a strand of ducklings. The rest of the chapel's occupants were filing out into the courtyard.

"It is odd to see him so active these days, ma'am." There was Nicolae, offering his arm to her which she gladly took.

"It's one of his moods. He'll be sulking in the library in no time once he's bored of it all once again," she assured him. Nicolae shrugged, keeping his comments in check around the large crowd rather than voice them for all to hear.

They sat at the table in the anteroom, Nicolae on her right and Alucard on her left. The rest of their ministers filled in and began to put in their two-pence about the whole affair, some not so enthusiastic and others chomping at the bit to start the tours. Alucard simply rapped a finger on the table and all talking shuddered to a halt. Seras rose from her chair, ready to launch into her argument of solidifying peace with Rome before a cool hand on her wrist silenced her.

All eyes in the room were on Seras alone, but her gaze was set on the man who held the wicked grin on his sharp face. "I'd think our new regina well suited to the task of inspecting the admitted countries, Ministers."

"So we drop what we've worked for months for with Rome?" Seras was incredulous, her eyes darting from one minister to the next. All of them avoided meeting her pleading looks, instead studying the grain in the table's wood or one of the paintings lining the walls. Even Nicolae would not meet her eyes when Alucard was calling the shots.

"This is not a democracy, Seras. You'd do well to remember who rules," Alucard patronized, the grin practically splitting his face.

She fell back into her seat, outmaneuvered for the meanwhile and emotional enough to start blubbering. It wasn't fair. She worked harder than he ever had to stitch this place back into something resembling a country to be reckoned with, praying with all her might to be respected by the ministers. But the facts of life were harsh – fear was the more efficient method of control.

Alucard started up again, singling out a few ministers to stay in Bucharest while the rest were expected to travel as an entourage to the royal party.

"Have the trains ready by tomorrow. We'll begin with Serbia by way of Belgrade and work our way from there. Divide and conquer, gentlemen."

Translations for Romanian Phrases:

Regina – queen
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