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Disclaimer: Hellsing belongs to Kouta Hirano.

Author�s
Notes: Written as birthday gift for Oscar Rose/Sarah, set
after the possible ending of the Manga (spoilers up to volume 8), could become AU
in the future. Pairings featured (either with graphic sex or implied):
PipxSeras, Walter (vampire)xSeras, IntegralxSeras, AlucardxSeras,
IntegralxAlucardxSeras. Edited by kelles. Genres: Humour/Drama/Romance.

Fantasia

The Mansion was unusually quiet, aside of the noises
coming from the woods and the personnel cleaning the house. Most of the troops
had been dispatched at Walter�s commands to a mission, while Integral was away
in a meeting, taking Alucard to guard her. Seras Victoria was in her quarters,
sprawled on the lid of her coffin, feeling miserable and lonely � not only in
her room but also in her body.

Pip was gone, she had released his soul four days ago and she already missed
his presence. Seras could not believe how the tie that they formed had become
so strong and she felt like a piece of herself was taken away forever.

Because vampires
cannot go where he will go, Seras reminded herself,
attempting to stop the urge to cry that had been increasing since she was left
alone.

�No tears, be happy, Mignonette. That�s all I ask of you,� her Captain had
ordered and she would obey. Shedding tears for him would be selfish. How could
she cry for someone who found release and peace? She would really be crying for
herself, left behind and that would be pathetic, especially after the war.

Seras bashed lightly her head against the lid of the casket, angry about her
self-pity. She almost regretted asking Sir Integral time outside the
battlefield to check if her abilities were affected by the loss. Her Master had
scolded her choice of freeing a slave. He did not need to voice his opinion
about it, probably because Integral warned against it, but the lack of advice
of how to proceed now spoke louder in his silence. Of course, it was also the
fact she had chosen to drink Zorin Blitz�s putrid blood upon returning to the
Mansion after the victory.

I still wonder
about the side effects, Seras mused. The soul was long gone but she was hoping to
gain a special power, something to improve her situation. Weaving illusions of
people�s psyches, be them fear or desires, could be useful as distraction
tactics. She had suspected Captain Bernadette�s soul blocked the powers from
manifesting, because it brought bitter memories. She did not blame him; the
tattoo monster killed him after all.

�Miss Victoria,� one of the maids called her as she knocked the door. �I
brought your meal, Miss. We haven�t seen you around in a whole day.�

Seras leapt to her feet and tucked down her red uniform with her good hand. �I
am sorry, I haven�t been feeling well,� she admitted, heading to open the door.
She could hear the woman�s heart beat, her digestive system functioning as well
as the blood rushing inside her body but she could not peek in her thoughts.

Narrowing her eyes, Seras decided to try to test her abilities, attempting to
subtly bring out the maid�s fantasies to weave an illusion. She did not wish to
scare the poor lady with nightmares or bad memories, even if she was
shamelessly using her as a lab rat. Seras was considerate of other people�s
feelings. She felt her mind wondering, giving shape to something that she could
not picture pretty well herself, that it excited her. It was better than the
depressing boredom she had sunk into.

�Miss Victoria?� the maid questioned.

Seras blinked twice and stared at the middle-aged matron. �Yes?�

�Your dinner?� she offered the blood package slowly, like she was some cage
animal. Seras could not blame her; she was acting strange. �We won�t bother you
anymore. Sorry.�

�Thank you,� she mumbled, taking it out her hands and ushering inside. Shutting
the door quickly, leaning on it, closing her eyes. She almost thought of having
something. She could feel it in her body, shaping a tall male silhouette
somewhere. Perhaps within time she would learn to polish that skill. �At least
Master is away,� she told herself, nipping the plastic straw of the bag and
starting to drink the content. �He would say I am��

�Looking rather good in red.�

Seras nearly spilled the blood when she heard Alucard�s voice. Opening her eyes
wide, she gazed at her coffin. Her Master was sprawled there with nothing but
the hat he used to wear a year ago, an open shirt and a pair of black trousers.
�Ma-Master!� she exclaimed, straightening her posture. She was not certain how
to act, the intense gaze he just threw her made her terribly uncomfortable.

�You are the Master�� he purred, eyelids low, his arm swung in the air like his
black hair, swirling around like a living shadow.

�E-Excuse me?� Seras asked, gawking, unable to believe her ears. She was a bit
miffed he was playing with her. He was attractive, but he was also much like a
father and the mere idea of sex disgusted her. While Pip�s memories of
enjoyable intercourse had wore down her phobia against the idea of intimate
touch, it was still a tad delicate subject for her.

�Should I kneel to you and beg you to let me touch you, Mistress?� his tone was
needy, desperate. Seras thought he was going insane. �I am a really good
servant!�

�O-okay� where is Sir-� Seras started to say, trying to back away even if she
could not pass through the door yet. This is like a bizarre dream,
she mused, or
a fantasy. Her mouth closed tightly at that realization. Was
this the maid�s fantasy? To have Alucard at her mercy?

�Seras� please let me serve you,� Alucard curled, pouting over her coffin, he
looked like a cat wanting attention.

Not the maid�s,
unless she�s a voyeur, Seras noted, heat
started risen in her cheeks. Her fantasy, she had picked her subconscious
filthy utopias without knowing better about fleshing them up. That was
certainly Pip�s influence! She glanced at the well-toned figure of Alucard once
more. If she used the third eye, he would be gone and forgotten, and she would
normally do that. But I should enjoy myself�
It�s all fake, even if it feels real. It�s not real messy sex, just a separate
part in my mind.

Perhaps it was not a bad idea she had stayed home that night.

Clearing her throat, Seras approached the fake Alucard, still holding the blood
bag. He looked laughable, that was what her mind wanted? Humiliating him?
Having him at her mercy. She hoped her real Master never did read her hidden
dreams.

�You must show me how� qualified you are to deserve serving me,�
Seras announced, stopping in front of him, trying to appear haughty without
laughing aloud. A virgin tomboy who was reluctance to kisses demanding
experience. She was horribly embarrassed and amused at the same time with her
own determination to follow the sick game. Better than moping,
she reminded herself.

�Oh certainly!� he replied, his eyes were filled with enthusiastic glee,
crawling to her direction, empathising his biceps as he did so. Seras did not
move a muscle when he knelt in front of her, rubbing his cheek on the length of
her right leg, his skin was a bit colder than hers, like she remembered his
touch that fateful night on Cheddar. �I will pleasure you slowly, mistress,� he
promised darkly, tucking down the stockings.

�Very good,� Seras appraised, trying to fight her own outrageous negative
reaction when he started licking the back of her claves. She gasped, feeling
his wet tongue travelling up the back of her thigh, then suppressed a shiver
when Alucard added the tip of his fangs. His hands curled on her ankles,
closing digit per digit in a sensual way, shackling her on that spot.

Oh dear, Seras thought, biting her bottom lip as Alucard continued his trip,
now having his nose buried on her crotch, his tongue tickling the oversensitive
nerves on her inner thighs. Is he�? She could not finish her trail of
thoughts; she gave a loud squeak of pleasure as a flash of the most incredible
pain and ecstasy took over her system by sudden surprise. Her eyes rolled up as
if trance, her grip on her blood bag had tightened enough to spill the content.
She dropped the package and tried to re-focus but the lulling sucking kept
distracting her, she felt empty and beautiful.

�Does this please you, Mistress Seras?� he asked, a whisper she could barely
understand.

Seras shook her head, looking down to Alucard; he smiled at her with
red-stained teeth. The smell of blood increased, was from the transfusion bag
or from her leg? Bastard, she thought moodily, Even in my fantasies he�s a git.

�You bit me!� she accused. She hoped the illusion would not leave bite marks.

�It pleased you,� he pointed out humbly. Seras frowned, indeed it had. She
recalled the pain and the wound from being fired at but the overwhelming
pleasure of the bite afterwards was an experience that she had always wanted to
repeat.

�You should have done better foreplay first, not just to the� point,� Seras
coughed an advice, flushed by her own suggestions. She was no expert in the
matter, not even amateur. �Unless you can�t, of course, Servant Boy.�

�I am here to serve you, I�ll prove to you, I can do it just fine,� Alucard
growled, violently ripping off her knickers with his teeth. Seras nodded,
stunned and morbidly curious by his next step � would he swallow her
underclothes or simply spit them out? In an instant, that did not matter, she
could not speak even if she wanted to; all sense left her mind when his fangs
were scraping at her labia with a torturous, slow rhythm.

Seras moaned softly while Alucard licked her vagina, moistening her entrance
and her clitoris with steady lapping, making a fake attempt to penetrate her
but pulling an inch away. He added a faint pressure, increasing her frustration
enough for her to trying to thrust it inside her with a swing of her hips. A
miscalculated mistake on her part, for she accidentally provoked the slicing
her labia with his prodding fang.

The spasms took over her body. Eyes wide open, Seras cried out, her legs were
trembling and losing her balance. She nearly collapsed as the wave of
heightened pleasure went through her system, Alucard�s arms held her from her
hips, unnaturally large and strong as she imagined they were. His head was
still settled between her legs, taking advantage of her pliable posture to lick
the accidental wound closed and nipped at her clitoris.

Seras was not sure when Alucard penetrated her first, the sensation of his
tongue sliding with ease into her soaked entrance paled in comparison with the
swoon of the bite. She was already lost in the previous afterglow but
nonetheless relaxed at his relentless exploration, sensing her muscles and
inner walls stretch to the passage of the long appendage. He dug his nails on
her flesh, forming bruises on her hips. She liked him like that, needy, violent
but on her power. Sometimes, Seras was frustrated by the lack of it.

Alucard moved closer to her core, not pausing a second in his task, his
dexterous tongue expertly tasted her, tickling muscles and awaking nerves that
were asleep until now. Seras grunted, muffling any possible loud sound that
would attract the attention of the staff upstairs. She lowered her gaze,
watching him through half closed eyes. His hair was moving to the back of her
legs, stroking them, caressing delicately, as each strand were fingers, while
engulfing her lower part completely. If she had been so aroused to care, that
would have been a disturbing sight.

Seras moved her hips, slowly first, sensing the strong grip that he held her
on, but his strength wavered when she became more insistent, rocking to feel
better his tongue exploring inside her. She tossed her head backwards and
licked her lips, enjoying the sensation of having something inside of her, not
necessarily colder than her own dead tissue. She could have kept going,
limiting only in the fantasy in seeking release from Alucard but she had
already climaxed once with him and (even if he was fake), she did not want to
give him so much credit.

Seras knelt him, pushing him off with her right knee, regaining her lost
balance. Alucard released her and she fell backwards on her feet, his hair was
a black, velvet mantle, dramatically displayed under him. His mouth was open,
tongue out, salivating, his eyes were pleading.

�Mistress�� he whimpered, his mouth formed a pout.

�Your service ends here, Servant Boy,� Seras informed him, as her power tugged
another fantasy out of whatever filthy thoughts her subconscious had without
her knowledge. She stepped on him, keeping his back down to the floor. Bending,
she petted his head. �You did a good job,� she tried to say without giggling
aloud. She did not feel respect for this shell of Alucard, he was no a father
figure, just a caricature wearing his face, even if he had damn handsome
features. �Stay there while your Mistress sates herself elsewhere. And don't
touch yourself.�

�Yes, Mistress.�
Satisfied with his resigned
face, Seras Victoria leaned off Alucard and turned around to see what her mind
had manifested this time. Good thing her jaw was attached or it would have
fallen when she set her gaze on Walter, his dashing vampire self, fully clothed
beside a nude and bloodied Integral, whose undergarments and suit were
destroyed completely by the wires she was viciously tangled in.

Shit fuck! Seras thought, recalling Pip's famous words to posterity. It
was in these kinds of circumstances the said term seemed to be fitting.

To see both of them in such comprising situation, Seras started to wonder if
her mind had a sick Oedipus kink. Then again, she was a Bride of Dracula; none
of the skanks were known to have a normal sexual life.

�Help me, Seras,� she muttered, weakly, shooting her a helpless look.

�Stop me, Police Woman,� Walter growled, obscenely licking his fangs. His
fingers did a twirl that tightened the grip on Integral�s slim figure. The
wires sliced deeper into her skin, drawing more of that delicious, virginal
blood she had tasted months ago. It watered her mouth.

Seras shook her head, this was time to enjoy, no one would know. It was private
and thus it meant no harm. �Stop Butler! You have acted against the law!� she
declared, snickering at the trite justice dialogue while she rushed to
Integral�s aid. With ease, she pushed Walter to the door, his wires vanished
and Integral was released, bruised and bleeding but sporting superficial
wounds. �Are you alright, Sir Hellsing?� she asked, adding the question to help
the play going.

�Yes, Seras. You are my only loyal servant,� Integral replied from the ground.

�Stay there, I will assist you in one moment,� Seras suggested, courteous, her
attention was next onto Walter. �I must punish him for his crimes.�

Walter had a very fake painful expression on his face; he seemed to press
himself further on the door. �Have mercy of me,� he begged, half heartened, she
was fairly certain he was looking forward to her �punishment� for there was a blatant
bulge in his trousers.

Seras loomed over him, noticing a pair of police cuffs beside him. With a quick
swing, her shadowy tendril retrieved it then. Grinning, she knelt on Walter,
her right knee pressed hard on his erection, squeezing. He groaned, shooting
her a painful look.

�I am a good cop, sorry, Walter but you can�t bribe me,� Seras replied, �Hands
up, you are under arrest!�

Walter complied, bringing his arms up the air. Seras took advantage of the
opportunity, shackling his wrists with her good hand then bringing the cuff
chain to the doorknob, placing it over there. He lifted a brow to her actions.

�You are a dangerous criminal, Walter,� Seras lectured him darkly, �Your quick
and deadly hands are secure now. I can punish you peacefully�� She lashed out
her shadow against him, striking the shirt and vest buttons and fabric, tearing
them in two. �First lesson, humiliation to repay Sir Hellsing�s modesty,� she
stated, taking his lithe chest with interest as her good hand tossed away the clothes
that remained. It was thinner and less muscular than Alucard�s, as one would
expect when compared to a medieval overlord.

Seras drew a gloved finger to trace a line from his Adam�s apple to the edge of
his trousers. Walter snarled, trying to launch towards her but was stopped by
the seemly fragile cuffs, she in reprimand added extra pressure to his groin,
making him shut his mouth at once. Pleased, Seras bent over, catching the chain
of his monocle with her teeth as her hand went behind his head, undoing the
ponytail, running her fingers through his free hair. She bet it was silky. �You
smell of tea,� she remarked, sniffing him, which was how she imagined him to
taste like too.

�I would rather smell of you.�

�That can be arranged,� Seras reminded him, leaning closer to his ear, feeling
exceptionably sassy with her control of the situation. �But this is a
punishment, it�s not about what you want.�

Walter snarled and bared his fangs, like a lightening bolt, she moved away from
the reach of his head. �Still Walter, or I will leave you like this,� she
warned. He grunted several curses that her supernatural senses caught and
relaxed. Well, Seras, time to pop your cherry in a hallucinatory sense,
she thought; shifting her position over him. Her knees were to a side of his
body, straddling as her crotch rubbed over his erection. He whimpered at the
gesture but she tried to conceal her own reactions and failing miserably while
trying. The sheer pressure of the cotton fabric that separated both willing flesh
was driving her mad. She had not satisfied her arousal with Alucard.

�I am not wearing any underwear,� Walter purred to Seras� fading self-control,
buckling and insinuating his full size to her.

�Neither I am,� she replied, remembering her knickers were destroyed by Alucard
in the previous erotic encounter. �Pull it off,� she ordered, presenting her
gloved hand to him.

Walter leaned into her hand, his fangs pierced the leathery cloth, barely
missing the skin. She gasped, not considering that peril but collected fairly
quickly as he slid the glove off, keeping it on his mouth, smirking. Seras
dipped her head forward, wanting to wipe his gloating face of her sight, her
teeth sank on her glove, pulling on a battle for it while her hand wandered
down to his trousers, fingers toying with the zipper � up and down, making sure
to catch his member while on it. Walter shrieked and the glove fell on his lap,
adding an extra layer of clothes that stood between their bodies, the upper
part of his trousers were ripped and gone long before he could recover his
breath.

Integral was clapping behind her back, applauding her suitable punishment for
the traitor butler but Seras paid no heed. She focused on the bloodied
erection, wielded beneath her. Blood for the blood of the leader he had made
bleed, her vicious and protective side manifesting without forgiving or
distinguishing targets. Perhaps her subconscious wanted to avenge Integral�s
hurt upon discovering Walter even if he was innocent of the said change.

I prefer not to discover how my mind works, Seras pondered, realizing
she was killing the mood. Fortunately, Walter brought her to the important
matters, like his swelling desire for her, roughly biting her left breast. She
moaned, pulling his head further to her chest as he sucked the wound hungrily,
insisting, she nearly begged him to not stop but that would be wanton. Her
fingers twined around his hair, it felt as smooth she had assumed it would be.

�I-I told you to remain still,� Seras stuttered, panting although she did not
need air. He did not respond and she did not expect him to do it anyway. With
his fangs, Walter shred part of the fabric of her uniform and brassiere. His
cold mouth delivered sharp, painful kisses to her sensible flesh, and his
tongue toyed with her nipple. Seras shuddered, trying to restrain the urge to
knock his head to the door, to savagely take him, as he remained unconscious.
She did not stop to consider, this was what she thought of such respectful
figure like Walter, she was long lost, gone in her seduction.

Her hips lowered almost by their own volition, lulled by the overwhelming
pleasure induced on Walter�s intense suckling that flooded through her nervous
system. Seras was not paying conscious attention as her body guided itself to
force him to go inside her, not until she noticed the brief pain of her
shattered hymen after her form was down his lap. It did not hurt as much as
expected but after being shot on the lung and mutilated, she supposed that
breaking the maidenhead was a minor annoyance at best.

Undead muscles were more difficult to stretch than she thought but Seras had
the stamina and the strength to accomplish that. Gritting her teeth, she
brought herself all the way, taking him completely. Her inner walls resisted
first but eventually moulded to his appendage, she looked down him, Walter
stopped biting to groan shamelessly between her breasts. Then the action
started�

Seras rocked her hips and rode him as fast as she could afford, looking to the
ceiling but never to Walter. Their thighs met tirelessly, proving the sinful
clasping noises of flesh that spiked her lust. He bit her left nipple casually,
suckling the blood as if he was a newborn seeking milk. She winced in
discomfort at first until giving up to the sheer raw pleasure of his double
penetration.

They continued, contesting to see who would pick up the fastest pace, the best
angle to bring both together as possible, it was brutal but their bones
resisted it, the chains of the cuffs, however did not. Walter broke them and
brought his arms to her waist, in a vain attempt to press her down, faster,
deeper, Seras captured his wrist with her shadow arm and, like a satin rope,
pinned them above his head. She grinned with sharp teeth, her eyes were
gleaming red through half closed lids as her body abandoned to the thrilling of
the fulfilling climax that took her a couple of thrusts to achieve. With a
prolonged groan, Seras shove herself down with a deep and slow motion,
releasing her accumulated tension and pulling herself out of him after she was
done.

�No!� Walter cried out, still fully erect and twitching. Her long tendril held
him in place.

Seras gazed at him, drowsy and still basking in the afterglow of her glorious
experience. She curled her lips up into an almost imperceptible sneer. �I was
supposed to punish you, it didn�t mean fun for you,� she reminded him, mocking
his lack of orgasm. �Or have you forgotten? With age�� she laughed, shocked and
scandalized by her own behaviour. Sex did make people odd; she was a glaring
example. �Tie yourself up with your wires. Maybe after I assist Sir Hellsing,
I�ll have mercy of your� complains.�
When she turned to see
Integral, Seras was surprised that the blood and bruises were still fresh on
her leader. Then she reminded herself if this were fake, it would be like this
to please her. She paused to survey the other woman before going to her.
Integral nude was just as lovely as she had imagined. Her tanned skin
contrasted with her fair hair, blue eyes and blood. Her legs were long and well
toned; her breasts were generous and firm and her sensuous lips were inviting.
She wanted to kiss that mouth, to lick the blood off and tell her everything
would be fine. She was there; no one would hurt her. First things first, Seras
crawled in her direction when the soreness of her intercourse annoyed her to
stand.

�Sir Integral,� Seras addressed, still formal, head bow to her.

�Just Integra,� she corrected her, her hand caressed her right cheek. �You are
my saviour, you earned the right to call me without titles, Seras.�

Seras smiled smugly, that was right. She saved her, thus she was rewarded
justly. �Are you hurt?� she asked, hesitant, wanting her approval.

Integral�s index finger drew her chin up to face her gaze, �You can heal me,
Seras. Only you deserve that. They are unworthy.�

Seras� smile widened, taking more confidence in her words. �There�s a small
bruise on the side of your chin, Integra,� she pointed out, bending over the
older woman and licking it. Integral�s arms wrapped around her neck, pulling
Seras in as she started a passionate kiss. Her touch was maddening pleasant,
while Alucard and Walter were cold and death, Integral was warm and alive, she
closed her eyes and licked her lips during their kiss, not trying to get her to
open her mouth, she was wanted to taste her completely. �Allow me to heal you,�
she murmured against her lips, breaking their kiss and dipping down, nibbling
her jaw.

�Go on, Seras,� Integral urged, her fingers tangling on her short strands.
�Heal me.�

Seras nodded and continued down her neck. She sniffed at her jugular, listening
to her pulse rate increased. She wanted to bite in but would not betray her
like that, even in an illusion, instead just nosed it, smelling the blood and
sweat. Her breasts were very much harmed; bless Walter to allow her a great
meal on them. While Seras� tongue gave long strokes to swallow the haemoglobin
caked on them, Integral responded with shortened gasps that were music to her
ears.

Kissing the valley between the breasts, Seras set to go on through her flat
abdomen. She sensed Integral shivering and arching as her tongue tickled her
ribs shamelessly, grooming the blood away from those spots. Her shadow added
purposeful phantom digits that caressed her. Her new target was the navel,
nibbling and nipping the hole in a slow and sensual pace.

�Seras...!� Integral panted, writhing beneath her mouth and parting her legs.
�I am aching in a� lower spot!�

Seras glanced at her toes and lifted an eyebrow. I suppose she doesn�t mean
there, she gulped. �Of course, Integra,� she replied graciously, taking the
oblivious route and catching one of her ankles, wrapping her mouth to the toe
and starting to suckle it.

�S-Seras!� Integral shouted, almost scornful. �Not there, I don�t ache
there.�

�Where then, Integra?� Seras asked, feigning confusion as she straightened and
sat between her illusion leader�s legs. Her index finger drew blood out her
calves, tasting the blood in appraisal.

�Higher!� Integral directed. And up Seras went, her mouth lapped just above her
left knee first, stopping just as if questioning. �Higher�� the other woman
repeated, her voice was a husky whisper. She smiled and kept that way, slowly
reaching Integral�s crotch, it was moistened but not with blood.

�Here, Integra?� Seras asked, sagely, enjoying seeing the Maiden of Steel
breaking with the careful lapping at the external lips. Integral emitted a
guttural �Yes� and that was all she needed to continue. Female anatomy
was less alien and fairer to Seras than the male one but she was not used to
picturing it as sexual object, however she did now as an exception for
Integral, her comrade in arms.

Her hand kept a hold on Integral�s shoulder to keep her from moving and cause
her to lose the angle. Seras� tongue meanwhile, was occupied on administrating
firm laps on her leader�s genitalia, teasing the external skin and nibbling to
her clitoris previous to seeking her entrance. It was so warm, so tempting to
seek the penetration for the temperature only. Pausing, Seras waited until
Integral�s spasms calmed to do it, she wanted to hear her moan aloud after the
silence, the calm before the tempest and she got her wish.

Not 100% virgin anymore, Seras thought, exploring her inside with
interest. If she could not bite her, this was second best. Guess she�s 60%
now or 50%

Her tongue delicately stretched her walls and she stopped when felt some of the
membrane of her hymen tearing. The rhythm of her sucking was steady, seeking
Integral to gain confidence in their intercourse, to catch up and met with her
rising hips, dwelling into a crescendo. Her eyes closed when her boss� hand
pulled her hair roughly in a moment of passion. Disgruntled, Seras drew her
fang on the woman�s clitoris as her tongue thrust up mimicking her roughness.
Integral cried out wantonly, her back arched completely, not even her firm grip
could put her back in place, and her legs trembled as the convulsions finished
in her climax.

Seras leaned off, kissing her inner thigh before licking her mouth and fangs,
comparing the flavours of living fluids she had taken from her. Blood had been
the most pleasant of the three, and the worst had been sweat. She pulled
Integral up, embracing her, nosing her temple to enjoy the reactions of her afterglow
as her body stabilized. That was a discovery, she could pleasure back, and
Seras was astonished for it.

�Sleep, Integra,� she murmured on her ear, Integral did a drowsy coo in
response.

After depositing Integral on the floor, Seras searched to re-create another
fantasy. One she would pleasure and pleasure back, she was starting to think
sex, even with Alucard, could not be possibly that bad. She smirked in
anticipation as another tall man was shaped after her. Who would be this time? Maybe
I can imagine Father Anderson penetrating with other things, more than his bayonets, she thought,
refusing to feel shame for the thoughts after what she had done.

�Mignonette?� Seras froze, her smile faded immediately to recognise the name
and voice. �Hey Seras, what are you doing on the ground. Need help? I am ever
so helpful.� He laughed.

No.

Seras stood and spun around, if she was sore, she did not care any longer. She
saw Pip Bernadette sitting on her coffin, he was dressed with a pair of ragged
jeans, a leather vest with twin Colts in the holsters, on his head there was
his Cowboy brown hat. He leered at her and tossed her the hat. �Do you want to
ride with this cowboy or have him ride you instead?�

Seras took the hat, her eyes filled with tears, �Captain�� she started, walking
towards him, trying to reach him. He could not be an illusion, he had to be
real and with her, they would never have grown apart. Her third eye opened,
attempting to prove to her of his existence. She would not feed a delusion, not
with him. Pip was gone before she could grasp him, with him was his toothy grin
and long braid. Seras fell to her knees; beside the blood bag she had squeezed
too hard, crying silently.

�Seras?�

Seras Victoria yelped, widening her eyes as she heard Integral�s voice calling
for her and knocking the door. She tried to reply before she entered and saw
everything but was too late, she had opened the door. Fortunately, all traces
of her activities and the illusions vanished along with Pip, ripped clothes included.
She was kneeling on the floor beside an empty blood package and weeping.

�Integra-er Sir Integral!� Seras addressed, standing up and wiping her tears
before saluting.

Integral inclined her head, her eyes surveyed her body and then fell on the bag.
�The meeting finished earlier than I stipulated and I came down to see how you
are fairing. Rachel noted you were acting strange,� she pointed out.

Seras looked away briefly, �It�s nothing Sir. I was just� trying to overcome
this.� Then gazed at the bag, �I had an accident, messy eater. I know, I know,
Master will be disappointed with my manners.�

�I see,� Integral approached her, reluctantly placing a hand on her shoulder
and squeezing it. �We are here too, Seras Victoria. Don�t forget that.�

Seras glanced up her leader, to her horror finding very difficult to not stare
at her lips. She wanted to kiss her and this time for real. Oh hell, no, no,
no, she self chastised, embarrassed of the conscious yearning.

�Seras?�

�Er-� Seras coughed, clearing the knot of her throat. �You are right, I want
to ask you to allow me to join the troops. It�s not healthy for me to remain
insolate�� Especially not to get any more ideas!

�Very well, Seras, you�ll join the missions after Walter returns,� Integral nodded.
�If you want to talk, I�ll be in my chambers.�

Is that an invitation? Seras craved to ask but she just waved her hand
goodbye awkwardly. �Of course, Sir! Thank you. Good night!�

Seras felt such a relief when Integral shut the door. It was unlike her to so
suddenly want her leader in such way. I just hope this doesn�t repeat around
Master or Walter!

�Repeat what, Seras Victoria?�

Seras swallowed hard to hear her Master�s voice behind her. She felt a shiver
through her spine, a tickling on her senses through his position of power.
Something she had never experienced before. �Master� nothing I-!� she tried to
defend herself, turning.

�Was experimenting with your new power,� Alucard finished for her. He stretched
his arm and stroked her hair, it was not a fatherly pat anymore, his touch was
sensual and charged with sexual energy. �You have grown up already, Seras
Victoria. Good, I was starting to think, you�d be immature forever.�

Seras� cheeks burnt and she jerked her head away, �What do you mean!� she
demanded before lowering her tone. �Tell me, Master.�

�You always fought against your nature,� Alucard explained, his hand gestured
to the bag. �Have you ever imagined it wasn�t your violent side the one you
were repressing the most?� he asked, chuckling darkly. Seras grimaced, trying
to struggle with the newfound urges. �Not yet I see,� he drew a finger on her
cheek. �Still wanting to be the platonic daughter instead of a Bride.� He
smirked, slowly disappearing. �When you are ready, go to Integra�s room. We
will be waiting.�

Seras was not certain if she was glad when her Master left. Resigned, she tried
to clean the mess she had done on the floor with her meal while her mind
wandered on what could happen in Sir Integral�s chambers. She rubbed the blood
harder, she could not possibly be considering the offer! Darn, I seriously
need to get out and see other people. Possibly ones I wouldn�t have a fantasy
with.

But after she was done with the floor, Seras Victoria did pass by Integral�s
chambers and asked permission to enter. Just to talk her about the advance of
her powers, she was not honestly looking for anything else. Initially.
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