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Breakdown in the Aftermath	By : GoldAngelFish Category: Hellsing > General Views: 3898 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Breakdown in the Aftermath
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~Hellsing and all related characters belong to Kouta Hirano.
Thou shalt not sue the muse.~

Again, that
annoying struggle, deep within.

The monster
shifted in his dark enclosure, lowering his head to sniff at the tumbled pale
hair resting against his shoulder. He could sense it, hidden in her mind; the
mentality of a lady knight, pushing at the overlaying pressure of his enforced
role. Something in him growled at the constant annoyance of having to watch her
mind so carefully. After all of these years, she still fought back against his
rule. It seemed to him that victory had never truly come, but deliberately
evaded his tight grasp, leaving him to break her slowly. But that was all
right.

He had
centuries of patience, and he did so love hearing her beg.

A shift, a
flash...and another bloody scene formed, obscured by the mists of dreams. She
saw an older man, wielding odd wires, calling to her to flee. She smelled
blood, tasted it in her mouth, and saw a curvaceous woman fall at her feet,
parts of her being cut away. A priest lay dead across her legs suddenly, his
face twisted in a knowing grin, holes the size of her clenched fists blown
through his body. It was then that darkness overtook her, and again she heard
the mocking laughter. Felt the rough grip on her hair yanking her head back.
Endured the pain of her scarred throat being ravaged by uncaring fangs. The
slow coldness of blood being drained from her body. Again...the slow, creeping
embrace of death. The jolt which had followed always upset her, even in dreams.
The bitter taste of the thick blood filling her throat had made her gag, then
swallow convulsively. A smooth, seductive voice in her mind led her to incline
her thoughts favorably towards it, and when it asked her to call it 'Master,'
she did so. Something within her dream, always searching for a way to break the
darkness of the spell, called to her to resist. In curiosity, she turned to
that something, and, as it had been for the past fifty years, she awoke before
seeing what face it wore.

The pale
hair shifted, and light crimson eyes gazed up through the thick, silver lashes.
She stirred with the setting of the sun, and the vampire Alucard smiled
cruelly.

"So
late, my little one? The sun has set some ten minutes past, and only now do you
awaken?" The timbre of his voice, the way he spoke had changed over the
years, melding back into that which he had once been. The same for his form.
The clean-shaven, narrow face she vaguely remembered was now broader, more
masculine and bore a narrow goatee. His hair was no longer past his waist, but
hung to his shoulders, waving of its own accord. He had not clung to the suit
and outlandish red coat, but enjoyed the dark clothing of his former life.

She wore
what he wanted her to. Occasionally, it was a heavy gown in dark red wool which
outlined her form and clung to the generous curves. Quite often, it was a suit
of green wool that felt at once familiar and uncomfortable. When he felt cruel,
it was the black leather and chains. A collar about her neck of thick silver
had been fastened on her the first night she had awoken to this new existence,
and Master had chosen to fasten a leash when they ventured beyond the borders
of his estate. It wasn't often that he risked her by taking her to a city, but
the former Iron Maiden did enjoy the outings. It felt natural, now, to follow
behind him, keeping her eyes on the leash to ensure she kept the proper slack
in the slender chain. Obeying the snap of his fingers, or even the direction of
his eyes was simply second nature, and she was always careful to sit in the way
he had shown her. Back straight; head tilted slightly and held back, displaying
her throat to the best advantage. The collar sat low on her throat, near her
collarbones, allowing for his nightly feedings without touching his lips.
Something in her shifted uncomfortably when his mouth would touch her skin, but
it was always banished when the pleasure overtook her. A moan began now, even
as she thought of it.

"Thinking
improper thoughts, my maiden?" The voice purred in her ear, the gentle
tone and kind words belying what she knew lay beneath his smooth manner. She
bowed her head, knowing punishment was to come. The monster smiled viciously,
and one long nail traced a reddening line on his slave's bare shoulder.
"You know how I feel about your mind wandering."

Her head
sank lower, and everything in her manner became subservient. "Forgive me,
Master. I thought only of you."

"Did
you now? Or were you thinking of your own desires?" He growled under his
breath, and the lid to the coffin was abruptly tossed aside. The vampire rose,
drawing her limp form up easily. She knew better than to offer resistance
before he wished it. Alucard stalked to the sturdy oak table along one wall,
and threw her against it. Her slender body bent with the blow, the softness of
her flesh allowing for the oak's intrusion. She remained bowed against it, her
pale hair obscuring her face. A hiss of leather made her shoulders stiffen, and
when his hands drew her long hair aside, she froze.

The monster
flicked the whip in his hand, idly watching the tip crack against the cold
stone floor. His blood-red eyes glanced at her, noting the servitude apparent
in her mannerisms. Good. Perhaps he wouldn't have to discipline her too harshly
tonight. A long tongue ran over his lips, rasping like skin against scales, and
he smiled again. "Forgive me, lady, for what I am about to do. You know I
do this only for your greatest good." His hand moved sharply, and a line
of red welled across the smooth flesh of her back.

She gasped
once, feeling the pain race along her nerves, and her neck snapped up.
"Yes, Master. Please, do not ask forgiveness of me. I am unworthy of your
regard. Punish me, discipline me. Teach me how to behave. Forgive me for
being so unruly that you must use your valuable time on this useless flesh.
Please, Master, teach me." With every crack of the whip, fire raced
through her body. The coolness of her own running blood did nothing to ease the
agony. The whip was not only laced with silver threads, but blessed, and it
burned her skin even as it tore through muscle and drew blood. She writhed,
keeping her hands flat on the table's top. It was a position she could not
break if she desired it, despite that which welled up within her mind when
discipline began. Something dark within her always stirred, and as it did now,
she heard him draw a breath.

Alucard
inhaled deeply. The hidden recesses of her mind tried to protect her from this,
to defend her from the litany of apologies she recited when he began to hurt
her. He liked it best, this way. Knowing that part of her struggled to fight
back, to avoid the breaking he was patiently going about...it excited him,
thrilled him to the core. The scent of her rich blood stirred him, the sight of
her pain aroused him, and the knowledge of her struggle excited every predatory
instinct he possessed, which was not an inconsiderable amount. His fangs
lengthened, his phallus hardened, and he longed to rip her throat apart and
wallow in her blood. He brought the whip down harder, pulling more blood,
gouging deeper lines in her tawny flesh. "Do you believe yourself forgiven
now? Have you truly repented of disobeying your master?"

"Yes,
Master! Please, forgive me! I live only to serve you, I exist only by your
will. I am nothing without you, my master. Do with me as you desire, for I
belong entirely to you!" She gasped out the ritual words, feeling the pull
of the leather as, through his inhuman reflexes and senses, it was drawn
through an already gaping wound. She heard the whip hit the floor, and felt his
painfully strong grip on her hips as the cold body rose suddenly behind her.

His mouth
pressed against her ear, and the cool tongue slid to trace lines over her neck.
"Yes, my slave. You are entirely mine. Never...never forget
that." Hands slid across her nude body, for she slept bare of all
covering, as he wished. Long nails traced red lines across her breasts,
lingering on her waist. One hand moved across her thighs, brushing the
sensitive skin, but avoiding the center of her attention. Oh, how she throbbed.
The pain had awakened her nerves entirely, and now she desired only her
master's touch. His presence, his lean body pressing against the screaming
wounds in her back all melded into a velvety red blur. Long fangs brushed
across her throat, nearing the collar, but remaining far enough away to avoid
burning himself. He ruled her, almost absolutely, and the collar was a
permanent reminder.

It wasn't
gentle, his taking of her. It would have been simple usage of her body, save
for the fact that she reveled in it. Pushed back against his hard frame,
whimpered when his hands ran through her hair and pulled tiny strands painfully
tight. His growl reverberated through her body, and when he kicked her feet apart
and shoved her over the table, she cried out. Fangs ripped through the back of
her neck, silencing her immediately. She held unnecessary breath as the vampire
licked the blood from her neck. Alucard always debated satisfying her. Often,
he had brought her to cries of despair and left her to lie on the floor,
forbidding her to touch herself and cease the burning agony of unfulfilled
desire. His phallus throbbed, painfully, and he took a moment to enjoy his own
pain. Nails raked sharply across her bare stomach, pulling skin aside and
allowing him to lick blood from his hands. She remained absolutely still
beneath him, pressed firmly into the hard table, completely unwilling to upset
him by moving eagerly. He could smell how much she wanted him, how badly she
needed her master. This last thought brought a true smile of pure pleasure to
his face. His slacks were gone within an instant, and he thrust into her
without prelude.

She cried
out, once, as he sometimes allowed, and simply let her body do as he commanded.
His hands brought her hips back to meet his thrusts, ramming himself into her
with inhuman strength. Many times he had broken her hips and left her to heal
as he departed to feed. It was always worth it, to feel him inside of her. As
for the monster, he submerged himself in the act, feeling her tight muscles
gripping him with the strength only another undead could possess. She was
strong, as he wished, weak when he commanded. She obeyed his every word, and
her body was delicious. Alucard wrenched her head back, pulling her body up
against his, and shifted, bending impossibly to fasten his mouth on her breast.
Fangs ripped at delicate skin, and her hips bucked against him, driving him
deeper into her. Another reaction he allowed; she was very careful to act
within his set boundaries, and her care, even within her raging need, drove him
further. He swallowed her blood, and slammed her upper body flat against the
table. Pinning her was not difficult, accomplished with one hand, and he held
her hips still with the other. Then, he let himself go.

Each push
of him filled her completely, and when he drew out, she felt bereft. The pain
of his bites was ecstasy, the pumping of his hips took her to heaven. Or hell,
she could never be certain. He drove into her relentlessly, and as he began to
grunt softly, she pressed subtly back into him. Even this last was a calculated
move, allowed only when she knew his passion was peaking. It was then that he
gave her the reward. Shadows slithered up her legs, leaving cold trails that
felt nearly slimy on her skin, and dove between her legs. They worked at her,
around his thrusting, and teased her, fingering as he had done so often, maneuvering
and sliding, working against his timing to provide counterpart. Alucard felt
the sudden pull of his blood rushing downward, and the spastic clenching of her
body, and released with a last, sadistic rip of his fangs.

Her body
was locked rigid as he abruptly withdrew from her, leaving her to work through
aftershocks on her own. The monster drew away from her, and she trembled as she
struggled to remain motionless. Alucard looked back at her, his slacks already
fastened, as unruffled as if nothing had occurred.

�Come here.�

The effect
of his words was instantaneous, and she moved swiftly to crouch at his feet,
gazing cautiously up through her lashes. He smiled, a strange, gentle smile,
and bent to caress her chin.

�You�ve
been good, my pet. Bathe and clothe yourself in the red gown, and I will take
you for a treat tonight.� He frowned warningly, even as his nails scraped her
skin almost lovingly. �Do not forget your leash, or I will punish you
accordingly.� She nodded, and as the vampire Alucard watched, the former Maiden
of the Round Table scampered away with her undead speed to do her master�s
bidding. Sir Integra Fairbrooke Wingates Hellsing was swift as she bathed and
clothed herself, despite the tiny, isolated part of her mind which screamed,
unheard by the strict conditioning his blood had enforced. She paused,
remembering her leash, and folded it neatly in her hand.

After all, she did not wish to
anger her Master.
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