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DISCLAIMER:
don't own nada ... wished I had a clean canvas right now boo hoo.

Big
storm tonight. Very low visibility which will affect tonight's
mission.

If
there is any.

I
have been avoiding the vampire for these last two nights. I have been
with Seras or Pip or just with people around, so if he shows up then
he would have to behave himself. My fear towards him has been
subsiding. I didn't want to tell Seras what had happened and what had
been happening with her Master, but I was feeling overwhelmed. I had
to speak to someone. She was a bit upset at me at first because I
didn't tell her before, but later understood. I could get fired for
this, if the thing went around. Plus he is not exactly adored by the
rest of the personnel.

I
could get the leper treatment; whatever that means.

So
I made her promise to not tell Pip. I have the feeling she told him
about Clay.

But
it's time to fix this mess. I can't hide forever. So I went to my
room, took a shower and began to clean my guns. I'm not a gun person;
I had basic training but it was here where I became good with them.
Knives are my thing. So cleaning them is something I'm still learning
how to do.

(knock
knock knock)

I
don't know why I know it's him. I breathe very deeply, put my guns
down, and walk to the door.

I
was right.

“What
can I do for you?” I greeted him trying to control my body's
urge to start shaking. He must have bumped his nose with my
defensiveness.

“I've
been meaning to speak to you...”

“Ok.”

Silence.

“Can
I come in?”

“No.”

“Would
you like to step out then?”

“Fine...”
I said and closed the door behind me.

I
stood in front of him, never with my back against the wall. I had to
also make him understand with my body language that I was not taking
his shit.

“I
wish to apologize for hurting you, if I did, Monday morning...”

“Hurting
me...”

“I
forgot how humans can't take a simple tossing towards a wall...”

Silence.
I am glaring. My eye is twitching.

“I
am not done, milady.”

“Go
on then...” I breathed in deeply; please control yourself,
girl.

“But
I do not apologize for what I said...”

“That
you should be very sorry about...”

“But
I am not, milady...”

“Ok...
then let me ask you something, ‘cause I'm curious as hell...”
I said putting my loose long bangs behind my ears angrily. “What
makes you think I am all of a sudden, your property...”

“It
is something I want...”

“Oh!...”
I said mocking surprise. “So it was nothing you saw in me or a
mixed signal I sent... it is just, because you wish it this way,
right?”

“Yes...”

“This
will be easier than I thought...” I chuckled sarcastically,
and then cleared my throat. “... news flash, Alucard... we're
not in the 15th century anymore... women are not taken today.
We choose as much as you used to do--and obviously keep
doing--and if a man and a woman, or whatever--I'm very open
minded--choose each other, Bingo! You have a couple... do you
understand this?”

“I
understand the logic behind it, but I don't share that opinion...”

“I
can see you don't by your little tantrum Monday...”

“This
explanation changes nothing in my eyes...”

“Oh
yes it will... because we want something it doesn't mean it's
ours... I want a million dollars but I don't see it--”

“I
can give it to you--”

“That's
not the point.”

“Well
it is how it also works, milady. One claims a woman, one satisfies
every desire of that woman... this is how Queens are made...”

“Queens--.”
Is he talking stupidities again?

“Yes...”

“What
the hell are you talking about--.”

“Oh?...
you think I have been a slave all my life?”

“I
am not following and I don't see how this is of any relevance--.”

“I
have been a slave for a little over a century... I have done way more
than serve Hellsing and Elizabeth...”

“I
don't see how this is an excuse for your behavior...”

“I
was once King; don't think you are talking to a no-name slave.”

I
hate my curiosity. “King... what do you mean Elizabeth--it's
Her Majesty the--.”

“Her
reign is barely one of Royalty... it is a joke; it is just an
ornament...”

“King?”

“Wallachia.”

“Wal--.”
Sounds so familiar.

“Southeast
Romania now, milady...” He walked toward me, one step then the
other. “I know you are educated enough to know what I am
talking about...”

Silence.

He's
got to be fucking kidding me...

“No...
You can't be...” I whispered, thinking aloud.

“Why
not?” He grinned reading my thoughts.

“...
you are not real...” I stepped back a little.

“Yes
I am... I am in history books.” He said this last thing
playfully.

“You're
making this up...”

“574...
do the math.”

Silence.

“This
is a joke right...”

“No,
a joke would be less boring...”

“You
can't be Vlad Dracula...”

He
bowed.

My
eyes were bigger by the second. “Tepes.”

“Oh...
that thing—you did pronounce it right, by the way--.” He
said almost impressed.

“But
you are dead!”

“We
can say I am in a way...”

“No!
No!—you are dead! Even if we talk about Dracula—the
vampire, you're dead!”

“Is
that so?”

“Yes!
Van Hel--.”

Silence.

Hellsing...
Helsing... am I that dumb?

“Captured.”
He said answering my mental questions.

“Wha--.”

“Captured...
not killed... silly old man...”

Silence.

“So
it is true...” My eyes were not getting any smaller.

“That
book is a pack of lies, yes... but one or two things... well...”

Silence.
I am staring at him a lot.

“I
need to sit...” I said and did just that on the floor.

He
walked in front of me and bent his knees to level as much as he could
with my face. He looked at me with a tilted head, and half smirked. I
looked back at him, but this time with different eyes at this
revelation.

Everything
fitted. How didn’t I see this before?

“You
should sue those who did your portraits...” I blurted out
softly.

“Hmm?”
He was a bit confused.

“You
look ugly as my life in them.”

“Thank
you, milady.” He said with a grin.

I
held him by his cravat and pulled him closer to my face.

“I
am not impressed, Vlad or whatever I should call you...”

“Alucard
is fine.”

“Whatever...
I am not your property, or anything even close to it. Impale me if
you want, hang me from a post... but I am NOT yours, do you
understand me?” His smirk began to vanish.

“You
enjoy my company and my touch... I don't understand your
self-righteousness.”

“It's
not morals, Alucard...” I let him go but he was still close to
my face. “... now a days you do not posses--for starters--and
that which you enjoy in any way, doesn't have to become a …
formality.”

“I
am confused by your last statement.”

“We
are nothing... just two people who enjoy each other's company and
touch, as you said...”

“Where
do you get all this craziness from?”

“Craziness?
This is how I work... I believe there are others who think this way
but I won't say it's the way the world works or anything, because now
a days, there is more freedom in the way people handle their
business... but this is how I work... and you will have to deal with
it... or not deal with me at all...”

“This
is absurd...” He stood up and walked away, around me, away
from my sight.

“I
can't believe I'm having this conversation with you...” I said
to myself almost. I don't know but it was a bit... funny.

“Who
can agree to this arrangement?”

“Clay
does.” I shouldn't have said that.

“So
this is why?”

“Why
what.”

“You
want to be with him?”

“He's
nice and cute... and I'm not with him.”

Silence.

“I
was going to sleep with him, if that's what you mean, because he was
wiling and I wanted to!... and why am I giving you explanations about
my business!” I scolded myself.

“This
is not the conduct of a woman...”

“You
mean a respectable woman...” I said sarcastically.

Silence.

“Go
get yourself one, then...”

“I
know who I want...”

“Then
deal with it...” I stood up and walked toward my room. “...
I have to clean my guns or I won't hear the end of it from Pip...”

“I
am not finished.”

“We
are going around in circles! It's stupid!” I walked inside my
room.

“Let
me in.”

“No.”

“I
will walk in even if you don't let me in.”

I
cocked my clean gun. “Come in and I'll shoot you.”

“Shoot
me then... you well know even that will do but a scratch on me...”

“I
don't care...” He appeared at the door, still outside. I could
see him over my gun. “...I will shoot Alucard.”

“Shoot.”

“You
threw me against a fucking wall!!!” I almost yelled. “You
could've killed me!!!”

“I
knew what I was doing... I would not hurt you, not even if I was free
to do it...”

“Your
definition of violence and mine is not the same. And I don't like
yours. It scares me. I'm smart enough to back away of a thing like
this.”

“What
does this mean?”

“Even
if you agreed to my arrangement I would say NO... you do not
know how to deal with humans now a days...”

“I
don't believe you.”

“Fine
don't.”

“Your
thoughts tell me something different.”

I
hate it when he's right.

Silence.

“You
will look for him after we are done.” He said seriously.

“It
is none of your business.”

“I
won't allow it.”

“If
you hurt him in any way I will go to Hellsing and tell on you.”

“You
will be punished too.”

“But
after you and that would make me very happy.”

Silence.

I'm
still aiming at him.

“You
know you wouldn't.”

“Oh
really? Why...”

“Your
concern for me won't let you... I can smell it coming from you...”

Silence.
I lowered my gun quickly with a sigh. I still don’t have his
reasons for this! Why is he acting this way!

“When
one has lived as long as I have... habit becomes not only something
that is tied to time, but a way of life. In my life as a
Nosferatu, concern is not something I am exposed to. So I know how to
live without it. Integra felt it as a child, but as she grew up, it
slowly left her, taught by me, that any emotion was a weakness. It
completely disappeared as she saw no use in it because of my power. I
grew accustomed to not being in the other end of it. But now it has
come back in you, and I don't want it to go away again...”

“Seras
does too...”

“She
is my child, it is expected.”

I
clicked my tongue.

Silence.
I walked closer to him.

“You
are concerned about my blood and for it to continue running
the way it is... that is not very selfless. And I don’t see any
connection between this and you liking my concern for you.”

“I
never said I was selfless.”

“Then
it’s not me you want! There are enough virgins around, go find
another one that will let you do whatever the hell you want--!”

“They
are not you, milady.”

“Jesus...”
I walked to him. “Let me give you a little example why this is
just stupid and crazy... that day I learned about my Sifu dying... I
was broken in pieces; you laughed at me, you mocked my pain... I
stood there crying like a little girl and you never laid a hand on me
in support... or concern... I needed at least a quick hug but
you don't do such low human acts... now tell me, do you think
that after that, I would really want to be yours?”

“I
gave you something even more practical.”

“This
is not about practical Alucard... this is a side of me, of humans you
do not understand.”

“I
gave you something you wanted to hear, milady. I didn't see you sound
as sleep after Brendon's embrace. He was, but not you. Once I had
answered that question about death, you went to sleep soundly. Do you
think a hug would really solve your problems?”

“They
won't but I like them.” I know he's right, I know it. But I
won't let him win.

“So
you would have had the embrace in place of my words... even though
you know this will bring you more tranquility...”

Silence.

“Those
are things from you humans I do not understand. You enjoy making your
lives harder. It is so idiotic at times...”

Silence.

He
was right again. He heard my thoughts because he smiled.

“You
have the understanding to go against many idiocies humans do. And I
like it.”

“I
stand where I stand. I am telling you the same I told Brendon. I do
not want any kind of commitment so do not expect one. This means, in
your language, that I am NOT yours, I do what I please with my body
AND I do not give any explanations to you...”

“In
my mind, you ARE mine, NO ONE will touch you if it is not me, AND I
will read every thought of yours, I won't even ask...”

I
scoffed. There was no use in fighting with him about this anymore.
“Like you can order me around… give me a break, I
don’t fucking care who you are or were 500 years ago...”
I spun around, my brown hair slapping against his chest. My guns were
waiting for me, so I went to sit and continue with my chore.

He
chuckled. “Marvelous... I enjoy much those little outbursts of
yours... so beautiful...”

I
gave him the finger.

But
I couldn't help but smile. I shook my head and he chuckled some more.
My hands became a bit clumsy and couldn't put the damn gun together
again.

He
walked to me and took the apparatus away from my hands delicately.
His big hands handled the thing in the swiftest way and taking the
other parts in his hands, he began to easily put it together.

“Hmm...”
He said looking at my gun.

“What...”

“You
missed a spot here...”

“Where...”

As
I leaned toward the gun, I felt his lips under my ear. But he backed
away after the kiss.

He
chuckled.

“How
can I fall for something like this...” I said trying not to
smile taking my gun away from him... well part of the gun.

“There
are some spots you let pass...”

I
put my head back and almost yelled at the ceiling...“I. Hate.
Guns!!”

He
stayed there as I tried to understand the thing in my hands and tried
to put it back together. But my mind was going through the whole
conversation again. And there was just a big question.

Why.

What
was his real interest besides the blood?

I
never had any problems with him before, why now?

“As
possessive as a little beast...” I whispered half smiling.

“That
I am... but I am not little...” He said again that sensuous
smile of his. He looks so goddamn hot when he smiles.

“That
I know...” Is the room getting hot or is it just me. I clicked
my tongue. “I'm mad at you, fuck off...” I said lowering
my eyes to the gun in my hands.

He
chuckled.

“You
don't smell mad...” His eyes went to my lap.

“One
has no privacy with you, vampire.” I said not looking at him.

I felt his cold lips under my ear. As he began to plant wet
kisses there, his hand started coming up my leg, sliding smoothly in
between my crossed thighs, slowly making them uncross...

My
cloudy vision came to rest on the door in front of me and
distinguished a silhouette standing there.

I
had left the door open.

I
blinked.

…
and in the immortal
words of the mercenary…

“Shit-fuck...”
I whispered. The vampire's head, sensing my tension, snapped toward
the door.

“The
door was open, I could not knock... pardon my intrusion...” The
older man said with a bow, looking at the floor.

“It's
ok Walter...” I said and Alucard softly slid his hands off me
and stood up, walking away to my shelf.

“Miss
Seras would like to know if you would like to accompany her and
Captain Bernadette for dinner at the gym.”

“Yea--yeah,
sure... I'll be there in a few Walter thank you.” I was talking
faster than usual and I could tell my face was red.

“Officer...
Alucard...” They exchanged knowing glances and then Walter
left.

“...
shit...” I said burying my face on my hand.

“He
will say nothing. Well, it is not like Integra will forget what she
saw in my chambers that time, hm?”

“I
guess.” I sighed. “... I'm going to go have dinner with
them...”

“So
I hear...”

“See
ya later...”

“Hm?”
He mocked surprise.

“As
in an expression; I'm not stating I WILL see you later...”

“...
oh..”

Why
isn't he moving?

“Yes?”
He felt my stare.

“Get
out of my room! I'm leaving!”

“I
will stay, thank you.”

“No,
leave!”

I
don't have to say that this went on for another while, do I?

I
can't sleep

Missions
are getting more and more demanding physically and I can't just fall
asleep once I get to my room now. Normally Alucard would… help
me in that department by… visiting… but he
didn’t show up tonight.

I'm
going to go walk around.

I
put my coat over my tank and slid on a pair of sweats. I tied my
sneakers and grabbed a beer and my cigs. I know nicotine was not
going to help specially with alcohol, but what the hell. I was
feeling too good now to spoil it.

Why
am I in such good mood? Well, my reaction to my talk with Alucard now
had morphed; from defensiveness and anger as a result of him trying
to control me, to...

...
feeling the same way I feel every time I feed him. I remembered our
talk at the balcony.

I
didn't realize I was standing still when I heard leaves rustling
softly under heavy shoes. The pace seemed to be just like mine; no
direction, though strong. Maybe another sleepless soul taking a late
night stroll? I turned around and saw another shadow, not come to me,
but walk near me. I could make out the gleam of glasses.

“Officer...”
I heard Sir Hellsing's stern voice though softer in volume. She
didn't even turn to me as she came to a halt.

“Sir...”
I saluted.

“...
at ease...”

So
i did... she's scary.

“Is
everything alright Officer?” She seemed testy.

“Yes
Sir... just can't sleep... I hope this doesn't bother you...”

“Not
at all...” She joined my smoking with one of her own. I felt
that smell combine with my cig and it was interesting I have to say.
After a long pause she spoke. “I know what you must be thinking
Officer...”

“Pardon
me, Sir?”

“You
must have me as the biggest hypocrite on the face of the planet. What
a show I am putting out there, and what a magnificent performance I
held with you that time I instructed you on correct treatment toward
my servant...”

Silence.
I was afraid to breathe even.

I
knew what she meant. Every new recruit gets a little speech about
dealing with the Hellsing vampires. Let's say I have pretty much
violated every rule; even before I had kissed him.

“I
suppose your job has given you enough sense of prudence to not
disclose anything that you witnessed that time in the sub levels;
which are still off limits to everyone... including you...”

“Yes
Sir.”

Silence.

“I
also would like you to know... that which you saw has never happened
before. It was a way of him testing his bounds.” She paused. “I
should not have to tell you how he likes to play games...”

I
smiled knowingly and felt her looking my way. We were standing one
beside the other looking toward the same direction with a very good 6
feet between each other.

“Did
you come out here to meet with him?” She asked knowing it was a
personal question and SHE was testing her bounds; I could tell by her
smaller tone. She tried to keep it strong but I could sense it.

“No...”
I left out the title to let her know it was a question that should
not have come from my Commander.

The
little devil on my shoulder is talking to me. What to do? Answer of
course...

“...
We meet in my room usually...” I said with a sigh.

Ouch.

Silence.

“I
don't judge you...” I said after having a gulp of my beer.
“Let's say it does happen regularly, I can only but understand
you...”

I
felt her eyes on me almost burning my clothes. I got scared for two
seconds... but then I remembered what she knows I know. And I
relaxed.

“He's
a daemon...”

“That
he is...” I remembered his purrs and grunts and I half smiled.
“... but, pardon my French, the hell he can kiss...” I
turned to her for a few seconds.

I
dare her to say something. She better not forget I saw her kissing
him back; so much that didn't even realize I was there.

Silence.

“Beer?”
I offered and she looked my way. “I don't have the flu or
anything contagious...”

To
my surprise she received the bottle I was offering and had a long
sip. Then she gave it back.

“Didn't
know you liked your liquor...” I commented
casually.

“Not
beer...”

“Oh...”

Silence.
I heard leaves rustle under her feet.

“Good
night Officer.”

“...
good night Sir.”

She
hesitated a bit. But she finally turned around and left me to my cig
and beer.

Well,
well... this place is more interesting than I thought...
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