En Medias Ras Version II RATED NC-17

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<i>To whom it may concern:

I?m going to tell you a story. It?s quite significant, so do pay attention. It?s the story of how I almost died. . .</i>


<b>En Media Ras. . . Version 2</b>

It was shortly after Iscariot pulling me from the flaming wreckage of the warship that I realized things were once again going ironically different than I had always planned. Master released my power to level two and I crushed the foes of her God and country, it was a fearsome and awesome sight, if I do say so myself. One that certainly shook Iscariot. Miss Hellsing gloated and bragged from a second stronghold taken to watch the end of the war. Maxwell sneered and was spiteful, noting that if it weren?t for Iscariot she would be dead and I would be free, but in the bottom of the Atlantic. Nice thought, that.

And so, when the dust settled and I returned victorious with a few gory trophies for my master, much to my surprise, there was no warm-blooded reward awaiting me, but rather something that would make even the strongest of stomachs turn. Here now, I?ll tell you in detail.

?You see? Both God and man have perfected him, Maxwell. He is a beast of Christ, tamed to us and yet capable of bringing an entire ARMY to its knees.? Her voice was fanatical, a fevered pitch that held hubris enough for a thousand men.

?He is an enemy of the Lord and should be destroyed, especially after a display like this! What happens when your line ends? When it?s no longer his whim to serve you and kill his own kind?? Maxwell taunted back. And Integra had come close to dying; he would always hold that over her head. The Hellsing saved by Iscariot.

?Alucard is loyal to me and will be loyal to my line. They won?t make the mistakes of my forbearers and ill keep him.? Calmer now that Maxwell wasn?t suitably impressed with the workings of her beast, Integra lit a cigar and took a deep drag, inhaling the sweet tobacco smoke into her lungs.

Maxwell frowned disdainfully, ?Really, Integral, still smoking? Tut, kissing a smoker is much akin to kissing an ash tray.? A curl of humor twisted the corners of his mouth and Maxwell casually leaned nearer to Integra, half sitting on the edge of her desk.

The Hellsing?s eyelids dropped low over glacial irises and a smirk played at the corners of her own mouth, ?Kiss many ash trays, swine? I assumed you preferred the prepubescent mouths of altar boys?? A husky laugh on her part, cigar and whiskey deep.

?I would prefer yours if it weren?t so caustic and a bit more humble towards the one who saved you,? Maxwell smirked, taking her cigar between his fingers and bringing it deliberately to his mouth and inhaling.

?I will be sure to kiss Anderson the next time I see him, then. After all, his blades and non human abilities are what saved me?? A mocking tone on her lips, humor in her eyes. Malicious humor.

Maxwell gave a disturbing smile at that, ?It was by my order he saved you, of course. As your beast acts by your orders. I?ll have my kiss now.? She didn?t complain, but also made no move towards him, standing still as Maxwell tossed the cigar into the ashtray and leaned in, capturing Integra?s mouth with his. Maxwell was not an unpracticed flirt, for him as well as Anderson there had been a life before the priesthood.

At this point, I, of course, could take no more and lunged through the half open door, nails clicking on the tile. Oh, drat, I did forget to mention I was in hellhound form, didn?t I? Tsk, memory goes with age, and I am quite old. At least, in comparison to you. Now where was I? Oh yes, nails clicking across the marble tiles, I bounded in and leapt at Maxwell. Integra shoved him off her a bit, leaving an ample target and frowned at me. Maxwell gave the most amusing indignant squeak before my full weight rode him to the ground.

Claws slashed through his clothes, drawing blood on his chest as my heavy, dead weight sat atop him. Neck craned, I looked down into his face with all eight eyes and growled. Meanwhile, a fun little string of saliva slipped from my jaws onto his neck.

Maxwell screwed up his face and tried shoving, ?CALL HIM OFF!? His hands beat at me as hard as the soft wings of a butterfly beat at human?s face. Needless to say, I shrugged off his attempted blows. ?I?m bleeding, oh Dear God in Heaven, he?s killing me. . . Lord, if this is thy will then take me now!?

Integra, meanwhile, was watching, brow arched in amusement. Maxwell had a few superficial cuts on his chest, but my antics were completely under her control. So, she allowed Maxwell to feel helpless in my clutches, and then be rescued by her. Finally, a hand grasped the metal collar around the scruff of my houndish neck and with a whine from, I was drawn away.

Maxwell was coughing and sputtering, still lying prone. Integra offered him a hand up and the Father hissed, ?Do you HONESTLY think I can stand right now? I?m dying??

With an exhausted sigh, she bent down and picked Maxwell up, ?Alucard, wait here, I have to take Maxwell to the medic, I do believe he?s got the vapors.? And with a chuckle from Integra and indignant protests from Maxwell, she was off.

Now, were I to have even suspected these actions would be used against me, were I to have even thought the possibility of locking me back up would enter anyone?s mind with seriousness, I do believe I would have killed Maxwell when I had the chance. But alas, that was not the case. And months later, I simply knew it was over. Once again I was an unmentioned hero of England and once again, I faced the solemn silence of a pestilential prison with a life-long lock*.

In the basement, I had remained for the past few weeks after being ordered away from Maxwell and ordered to cease my attempts on his life. Hn. The man really had no sense of humor. And since he was with my master most of the time now, I had no other choice than to forgo her company as well. Which left me little in the way of things to do.

I was lounging in my chair, table at my side with a bottle of wine, an excellent vintage, and three glasses. Two overturned and awaiting use and one righted with a little sniff of wine poured in. Though I wasn?t drinking. Some might call it sulking, but the truth was, even vampires could get bored. And then, in an instant, it was as if I knew.

My eyes narrowed to glowing slits in the blackness as I reclined, lounging further in the chair, ankles crossed in front of my body. The previous night, I had been banned from spying on the meeting taking place, official, between Iscariot and Hellsing upstairs. Something big was happening, that much I knew. Walter relayed that a new treaty was being struck. Seras was slightly nervous, hoping they wouldn?t call for the destruction of the Hellsing vampires and Walter assured her that Integra would never allow such a thing. All the while hoping he was practiced enough a liar to escape the detection of Miss Victoria.

And now today, I grew sure. Something worse than destruction was going to happen. Integra?s presence moved through the mansion, two armed guards with her. Oh, but I could hear them at the edge of the basement entrance. Dark, like a yawning abyss into hell with flame red eyes to meet one at the end of their journey. They paused and Integra was likely issuing instructions, then they moved.

For a moment, I thought I might try my hand at escape now. Glutting myself on the destruction of war had increased my strength once more. Perhaps this would be the opportunity for me to overcome the seals. Instinct told me now. Do it now. Rebel. Bathe in her blood. Take her. Destroy them. Be free. And with a chuckle, I dismissed instinct and waited for my fate. How I despised traitors and would remain loyal to Integra.

They approached slowly, feigning calm, at least, the soldiers behind Integra were. I could sneer. These humans had seen me fight, seen me reign down destruction. They feared me now. Their faith was weak. Perhaps that?s why they carried guns. Integra stepped forward a bit, ?Alucard. In accordance with the terms set in the treaty between Iscariot and Hellsing, you have been deemed a menace and danger to Father Enrico Maxwell and will be sealed for a term no longer than the length of his life.?

I didn?t listen to the words, instead watched sweat bead on the guards? faces. They were scared spitless of me. Perhaps they had drawn the short straws. They did, however, earn points on not wavering. They were loyal to Integra and she would need that. So, I rose, giving a sallow laugh as the guards fell into ready positions.

Integra raised a hand to stop them, ?He will cooperate.? She knew I would, of course. Knew it with her heart, her mind and her being. And that made this betrayal on her part almost inexcusable. She would live with the guilt, however. This was something her country demanded, something it needed. And personal feelings aside, she had a duty that eclipsed all things.

I gave a strange sort of smirk and crooked my arm, offering it to Integra. A corner of her mouth twitched up, nearly a smile even in this act, and she stepped to me, sliding her hand through my arm, linking us together. Our pace was leisurely and for a moment, we moved through the dungeons in companionable silence.

After we broke a pace or three away from the guards, she leaned into me, pale hair spilling against the bloody red of my coat, ?Alucard. I apologize for this. But the Pope and the Queen have called for Hellsing and Iscariot to come to an agreement, even if personal sacrifices had to be made. If you hadn?t attacked Maxwell, I would have had more leeway, but as it stands? there is nothing I can do. I?m sorry. You deserved better than this.?

At that point, we had reached the cell. She had many more things she wanted to say, but Integra found them all useless now. The Hellsing wasn?t a creature of comfort or sympathy and was fighting desperately her own selfish whim to not seal me at all. Duty, as always, won out in the end. Her gloved hand opened the door and the groan of metal filled the basement with its echo. A yawning blackness stood before them both. The cell.

?And what of the police girl,? I asked casually, voice a neutral. I still felt something for my fledgling, wanted her to survive as beasts want their children to live. ?I can survive such a long cessation of feeding, but she would rot and truly die.?

?Seras is not to be sealed.? Integra replied, then turned to me as I turned to face her.

She looked up into my face and I stared down into hers, we remained there for a full minute, before I broke the silence with words and a smirk. ?Do I get a goodnight kiss?? That made her blink, breaking the stare.

?A goodnight kiss? It?s daylight outside?? Integra did smirk then, the bare edges of her lips.

?Not down here.? Was my only reply.

Then, expression going solemn, Integra leaned into him, one hand on the sleeve of his duster and pressed her warm lips chastely against my cold, dead ones. They were surprisingly soft, and the coolness wasn?t horrible. But after a moment, she pulled back, hand dropping away. I stepped into the cell and Integra closed it. One of the guards removed a lock from his utility belt and placed it on. Integra pricked her finger through the glove and touched a drop of blood to the seals, reactivating them.

And thus, I sat. It wasn?t so bad at first. Seras was the big surprise. Even though I had been neglectful and uncaring as a vampiric father to her, my childe saw fit to sneak me food. Past the Catholic guard, past Walter, though he of course knew. Through the bars on the small viewing window, she would slip in plackets of blood. Then again, my pain was her pain as well. She was still my childe, would be taxed by my own insanity.

The viewing door slid open and Seras slipped three plackets of blood in through it, one by one. They hit the floor with a smack, drawing the attention of two pinpoints of red in the darkness. ?Seras.? I chided, ?You should drink those yourself, increase your own strength.? After all, I was in here for more than twenty years this time.

She gave a short, nervous laugh, ?I don?t like it, master.? Then laughed again, ?You know Maxwell was talking about having this door bricked up? Integra knows you?re not weakening. But I think she suspects Walter is feeding you, not me.?

A growl of amusement from within the cell. I heard it rumble about in the emptiness and thought it would be maddening to hear only silence and the rotting of my body once more.

?Sir Hellsing said no to the bricking, of course. And hasn?t demanded to know if anyone is helping you. Just made a few offhand comments to Walter, who of course, didn?t answer but looked sly. He- we both- and Integra-? somehow she couldn?t find the words to explain what she meant. ?Well, if Iscariot hadn?t forced her hand, you know this wouldn?t have happened. The Queen doesn?t know either. I don?t think Integra has the heart to tell her.?

I snorted,. Of course, Integra had the heart to tell her. The Queen would simply know that in order to help her people, sacrifices had to be made. Lucky for them, they weren?t the sacrifices.

?Well- I better get back- I?ll see you tomorrow?? Seras replied uncertainly and then skittered off. I didn?t ever bother with thanks, I knew she only wished to keep those who were still with her alive. Pip?s death had changed her. The state I would eventually fall into would be worse for her than if I had died, she would experience my madness.

Weeks later, Seras stopped coming. She had been ordered to move out of the basement. A maid still came in to clean. I haunted her as I delved further into my own madness. She cut out her eyes and her own tongue, bleeding profusely on the floor. I absorbed the blood, rallied with the strength. The maid never did recover, or so I gather. After that, the basement was empty except for me. Empty for almost twenty years. Then, nearly to the day, something else happened.

The lock was so old and rusted it nearly crumbled to the touch of whomever was outside my cell. Though my body was rotted beyond recognition, stuffed with dead maggots, paper dry hair and shriveled flesh, my mind was avidly going on and on and on. It had haunted Hellsing for a solid decade before the little power I had left was too decrepit to get past the seals anymore. And thus, my mind wandered this room, these four walls. From the prison of my decaying flesh. But I knew whomever was outside my cell was no one I had met before.

Clever fingers disposed of the lock using a small metal bar as a focus and twisting. Old metal shrieked and then clattered to the ground. A juvenile exclamation of muffled joy drifted to me and the seal once so carefully crafted, so unwontedly re-whetted was gone. If I could have smiled then I would have to what my mind perceived. The boy held a satchel with him and was very clean, smelling of soap and shampoo and was draped in bed clothes and a spill of damp platinum hair. Clever feet sneaking off in the night. From his hushed breath that echoed in the dark, I could tell he was nervous, the metronome of his heart was quick and rapid, calling to my thirst and me.

What caught me, however, was his look when the boy finally turned to me, a penlight clasped between slender fingers. Big blue eyes, deep and somewhat frightened, yet with a determination behind them I had seen only twice before. This was Integra?s child, I knew that even before his blood called to me. And call it did, waking my long sleeping senses and pulling them into direct focus of him.

The penlight was held, then, between even white teeth as the boy knelt down and withdrew objects from his satchel. Baptismal candles, white with blue Jesus fish on them sat in little glass holders, their tapered tops fresh and unlit. In a semi-circle, they went, all around me, and interspaced between them were communion wafers. If I could have flinched visibly, I would have. These were holy objects, though wielded by someone who had more fear than faith in his God. That was an irony I would have enjoyed teasing Integra about.

Upon his lighting of the candles and producing a phial of holy water and holy oil, I realized he was not trying to awaken me, but likely exorcise or purify me. Anger boiled over, mindless raged coupled with my madness of twenty years in starvation and isolation. The little bastard. I would kill him if I got loose. Seal or no seal. To be locked away for giving Maxwell a few scratches and now have the idiot faithless child of Integra try to destroy me? It was maddening. The old bat was still alive, I could feel that much, and in quite good shape for her age. The seals were the only thing keeping me from the full plunge into chaotic insanity.

And now this child. Come, little one, spill blood, I coaxed him. To no avail, he simply took out a small bible and began reading while liberally sprinkling me with holy water. The blessed stuff burned my delicate rotting mess like acid droplets, then a new verse, and it was done with the oil. But he was a clumsy boy and the oil went everywhere. Was lucky a fire hadn?t started.

Oh, I knew I wasn?t going to die, of course. The tools were there, all lined up and burning, but the faith to use them to their fullest wasn?t. However. . .my attention was caught as the boy pulled out what looked like a ritual dagger. The boy obviously didn?t understand the seals just yet and was attempting to destroy, not free me.

Which is why what he did next was utterly, utterly in my favor? With the dagger, he nicked his thumb, getting a fair amount of flesh and blood at the tip, then leaned hesitantly over my prone form and smeared it against the rotted hole that used to be my mouth. I absorbed it immediately, feeling fresh life restore me from decayed to merely weak. Such was the power of Hellsing blood.

?With the flesh and blood of your master?s line, I release you unto death.? It sounded like something he was making up as he went along. And it was. Arthur was no clever lad, but he knew powerful words must be said in order for powerful things to happen. And upon saying it, he leaned back on his heels and waited, watching, careful. The silver dagger was still in his hand, pointed towards me.

Nothing happened for a moment as I began to regain myself. The seals fell away to his words, words of freedom. Stupid child. Releasing me to death? I AM ALREADY DEAD. But, Integra still lived and she was not stupid. So I did the next best thing to taking my vengeance right then. I waited, sinking back into shadows. The boy?s heart stopped pounding so hard, he was relieved and smiling. And that?s when I knew She was coming. She had felt my release and would be here soon. But Integra couldn?t order me again and I had so many plans for her. For the twenty years I sat rotting in my own body, betrayed, I wanted vengeance.

The door swung open and she was barking questions at the boy. Time had been kind to my former master, aged her gently as time tends to do with old Hellsings. The boy was hardly worthy of his last name, a cowering, sniveling thing. Mummy never loved him, Daddy was too busy. Oh how I could have corrupted him, made the child a worthy predator. Alas too late. Integra seemed genuinely aggrieved to hear of my untimely demise at her child?s hands and in a controlled burst of rage kicked over one slender taper. Now, had she known there was holy oil scattered about most of the old room, stone, but beneath it aged and dry timber, surely she would have reconsidered. Or so young Arthur would have liked her to believe. A wall of flame wrenched upwards, separating mother and child. Though Integra seemed not to care, she cast a distracted glance at Arthur, who, cowering in one corner, attempted to avoid the flames before she ventured outwards into the hall.

After a moment, my presence followed her, watching the Hellsing struggle and fight through the smoke, delighting in her agony, prideful in the stubborn momentum that brought her to the stairs, nearly there. But alas, as stubborn as Integra was, her frail mortality caught up with her and she fell into my tender embrace.

Sometime Later, Some Place Far Away

The smoke she had inhaled and perhaps the guilt of knowing she?d left her son to perish had driven Integra into her mind for a few days. A perfect amount of time for me to set my plans into motion while her body regained much of the strength she?d lost, started to heal the wounds. She couldn?t die. No, no, I had a symphony of retribution to exact upon her.

Shadows and myself intermingled with them, I watched from over her bed, torchlight pouring over her slender, sleeping frame from sconces on the wall. Outside, the moon and stars were out, shining brightly. For in this part of the country, there were no cities, no great monuments of human achievement to block out the night. Integral?s face contorted and slowly her eyelids slid open, pupils, hazy at first, focused on the stone ceiling. And too fast, she sat up, one hand going to her fact as a dizzy spell hit.

?What. .? She spoke, voice rough from smoke inhalation and disuse. ?What is going on here? Where am I? I demand to know.? This was no hospital or jail Integral Hellsing had ever seen, the only thing she could think of, and I know because I?m privy to her thoughts, is that she had been kidnapped from the burning mansion. Shivering in her crumpled suit, she sat up. At night the air is chill here, mountain air, amidst the snow capped Carpathians. I don?t feel it.

Drawing together my web of darkness, it descended to the floor and I took form. The shadows clung to me as I stepped out of them and smirked down at her, the barest of movements, and one corner of my mouth twitching up to lay naked a fang. ?Integral.? I addressed her.

Shock froze her features and I knew she questioned her own sanity for a moment. But analytical calm returned to her blue eyes and she straightened. ?I should have known he couldn?t kill you.? Attempting to seem unfazed. Good girl, she knew the failings of her own son, sometimes it?s hard to see past the flesh connection, but Miss Hellsing was never maternal.

A small inclination of the head as though accepting praise for a job well done, and I pursed my lips, ?You know where you are?? I asked, not to be sociable of course, but to draw out that gnawing feel of despair right now coiling in the pit of her stomach. I wanted her to hurt as I had hurt. To feel the sting of the unknown. I existed in that moment for her agony.

She took a moment to glance about at the ancient four poster wooden bed I had laid her on, the dressing table, the ancient tapestries hanging on the wall. Her eyelids dropped, comprehending it and forcing a stiff upper lip, ?I would assume Romania. Your Hunedoara that no man has been able to find since the days of my ancestor Abraham Van Helsing.?

I granted her a devious smile, ?Very good. And do you know why you are here, my former master Integral Hellsing?? A whimsical tone in my voice then. Her breath hitched, I could hear it, feel her blood race ever so slightly faster. Her family had created a monster and then turned it loose on the world and themselves. At least, those were the thoughts she thought were well hidden.

After a moment of silence that stretched into immortality, Integra?s lips parted, piercing gaze on my face. ?I assume to quell whatever want of vengeance you think you are owed.? She replied.

That didn?t surprise me, but I snarled anyway. A chainsaw sound more wolf than anything, that started her. She was unused to me after twenty years, ?Want of vengeance I -think- I am owed? Oh no, no, Miss Hellsing. I -am- owed vengeance.? I started a pace at the foot of the bed, she was seated at the side, not looking at me anymore, realizing madness had consumed me. ?To you I was loyal, Integral, perhaps I had my petty rebellions, but your orders were followed, your life was saved countless times I could have let it slip away and taken my freedom??I snarled.

She remained calm, the only sound after my words was of her breathing and the echo of my heavy footfalls. ?You did.? Integral replied, forming the words carefully.

?And then for some fleeting infatuation with Maxwell I was locked up, is that not true?? I demanded, rounding to face her.

Integral?s face was stoic, but annoyance sparked in her eyes, ?Agreeing to that treaty was an order from Her Majesty Herself. An order I could not disobey, even with the ties I held for you. Iscariot forced my hand and I was unable to negotiate due to YOUR attack on Maxwell.?

I snarled again and this time there was no reaction from her, Integral already considered herself dead, what was the point of showing me fear and allowing me my fun. ?Now it?s my entire fault? You were only following orders? And what if they had asked for Walter?s death? Or your own subjugation? You would have fought that, because of your pride and Walter?s status as a human.?

Integral?s eyes snapped up to mine, ?They wouldn?t ask for Walter?s death and they did not ask for yours. Only to make sure you were unable to attack Maxwell. You yourself set the foolish precedent of first blood against him. And you would have been let out on the event of Maxwell?s death, which is likely impending.? Her words were curt and brusque, wanting to get this over.

?And you could have said no.? I replied with a hiss. My eyes were glowing in rage, unspoken, wordless rage that stemmed from her betrayal.

?Perhaps we were all duped by the Church. It was an unfortunate circumstance that cannot be remedied. Now, take your vengeance,? Integral added quietly, such a silent dignity and nobility about her that I wanted instantly to defile it.

?This is my vengeance. You took twenty years, so shall I. When you are 63, I will release you, Sir Integral Hellsing. Old enough to walk the remains of your organization, but not young enough to sire a new heir.? I pronounced upon her, feeling my former master?s shock. ?It is a light punishment, especially considering the precedent.?

?Twenty years of your tender care? No. Besides, I don?t believe you would let me go. And even if you did, I won?t be a part of your games. End it now, or I will starve myself.? She replied, ever keeping to the high road.

?You don?t seem to understand, Integral. This is MY game, MY vengeance. If you die prematurely, I will destroy London. I will rape the land, brutalize the people. Those who won?t join me will live to adorn the island of the impaled I will make it?? There it was, my trump card, her duty. A menacing smile curved my lips, I could feel the elongated tips of fangs indenting my lower lip.

Her face paled visibly and she thought quietly for a moment, I gave her the luxury of private thought. ?And if I die prematurely of those twenty years due to natural illness or disease?? She asked, all but agreeing.

?Then I will count it as time served and your England will be safe from me,? I replied, smile mad as a hatter.

Integra inclined her head, silvery blonde hair falling about her shoulders. ?Very well, I accept.? Her low voice rang out, ever carrying her authority. ?And-? she paused, attempting to find a way to phrase this, ?In spite of it all, Alucard? I am glad to see you again.? She had been genuinely bereaved at the moment she felt the release and saw what her son had did. Her son the traitor. Corrupted by Maxwell, also a traitor. To think all that had gone on right under her nose and Integra had been too blind with duty to see it. She felt a fool.

I offered my hand to her and she looked up at it, as though attempting to decide what to make of it, ?Come, Integra, I wish to show you the view from your new window.? Her head tilted quixotically at me, eyes cloudy, unknowing any of my motives or intention of it all. Though her warm, slender hand slipped into mine and I drew her up and towards the window, almost dreamlike.

Outside, torchlight lit up the dark courtyard and two figures could be seen impaled outside her window, a young boy with blonde hair and an older man, his own blonde hair showing silver, still quite long. I could feel her mind starting to fracture upon watching it, inside she hated them each for their betrayal, but knew horror that I had saved her son only to impale him later. And of course, Maxwell, who wasn?t innocent, but wasn?t guilty enough to deserve that.

She let go my hand and I stood behind her, murmuring against her ear, ?Do you like it? I intend to leave them there for you, so you might sit and pass the time with your child and his father, watching them rot to nothing.?

Integra turned, stepping away from me, thoughts trying to adjust, trying to weave back together a semblance of sanity. She grasped it and sat down on the other side of the bed, watching me, expression unreadable. ?They were traitors. They deserved to be punished.? She replied, much to my sadistic delight.

?But I have to know, why not me, Alucard?? Integra pressed on, glancing to the window again. ?Why am I alive and in reasonable conditions to live here and them dead?? I knew her thoughts, she was debating on whether to throw me out, demand I leave her alone for the twenty years. But I could not. Despite of my hate and her betrayal, I still longed for Integral?s presence, had all those years of twisted punishment.

?I would miss you, Integra,? I replied honestly, eyelids dropping. A strange sort of quiet filled me and I realized just how tired I was. My last domain was destroyed, long gone in the basement fire of Hellsing that consumed only a few rooms in the dust and grit of ancient, forgotten facilities. Integra was my last domain now. And I had been so long without rest. Twenty years of torture, unconsciousness, but nothing to quench the weariness of my ancient bones. Even elder vampires need sleep.

Her eyelids dropped as well, gaze falling from mine, too heavy to hold, ?I meant it when I said I was glad to see you.? Perhaps her mind was more gone than I thought. But I didn?t care. I know my mind was twisted and cracked enough for the betrayal and anger to ebb. I moved to her, standing between her knees and looking down, long, silver hair falling around us.

The little blood I had gotten from Arthur had awakened my senses and power for a matter of days, but I hadn?t fed more than that and I felt it. Felt madness overwhelming my mind and thoughts started running together. ?I?m tired, master. . .may I rest??

She looked up at me and nodded, expression ever calm and stoic. So I knelt at her feet, head in her lap, arms around her waist, nuzzling my cheek against the smoke ridden material of her pants, feeling the warmth of her flesh in them. Somewhere my eyes closed and the thoughts of everything but Integra?s hands stroking my brittle white hair, devoid of power and pigment, replaced everything.

When I woke up, the harsh black of night was fading to deep purples and blues. Still my head was in Integra?s lap, still she was holding me, stroking my hair. And I knew something was different. Ten years of madness were calming, chaos receding beneath the touch of her fingers. It was still there, don?t believe it went away, the madness and the chaos are a part of who I am, along with the destruction and violence, but they had peaked and now were starting to ebb back to their normal levels.

And thus my entire scheme was starting to ring a bit. . .mad. Even to myself. Pulling back from her, Integra?s hands fell from my person and to her sides on the bed. Those intelligent eyes were on my face and she asked in a neutral tone, ?Do you intend to take your revenge now??

Still bent on that, was she? My eyelids dropped low, leaving only the glowing slits of pupil and iris to look at her. ?This was to be my revenge.? She still thought, of course, that I would kill her. But that was never my intent. I was free, what triumph would I gain from killing her? Besides, even in my madness, even in my anger I still couldn?t let go.

?My imprisonment?? Integra asked, gray streaked hair falling softly against her well lined face. It was strange to her, I could very nearly taste the surprise at the final realization in her mind that it wasn?t on my agenda to kill the last Hellsing. Oh, but Integral, I had so many better things planned.

?I meant it when I said I prefer you alive to dead, though there?s more to this situation than you think.? I replied, rising and offering Integra a hand up. She slid her gloved digits into mine, for show and purpose allowing me to help her stand. As she stood, the aches of her years, the echoing pains of past injuries didn?t touch her any longer. ?Come. . .it?s a nice night. . .?

Wordlessly, she walked beside me and through the locked door of her room that swung open at my bidding. Through the cool shadows of the stone hall, I led her, up a spiral stair and to a tower bathed in moonlight?s glow. In the stone wall of the tower opposite the door we walked through was cut a large exit to a widow?s walk balcony. From there I led her out to the bowl of night, moon high and large over the snow capped Carpathian mountains. Below us, far, far below was the frozen river.

In case you are curious, and I know you are, I will admit this is the walk from which my first wife threw herself. Not in a fit of madness but in a fit of pride. You see, the Turkish army had surrounded Hunedoara and she, with all her pride, would rather plunge to her death than be captured and defiled by them. But then, excessive pride is a weakness in those I deem worthy of companionship. But I digress.

Integra stepped to the edge of the ancient stone, releasing my hand. ?Careful. . .? I warned. ?It?s rather old.? And while not poorly crafted, crumbling with the weathering rains and snows in this region.

She took heed of my warning and stepped away, turning to face me. ?Why did you bring me up here?? There was no quiver of fear in her eyes or voice, but she knew me, knew I had an agenda for everything.

?Look at the moon, it?s a killing moon tonight,? I replied fondly, casting my gaze out over the woods where my wolf pack and I had roamed freely. The light of the moon glittered on new fallen snow, ah how I loved this place, kept it in my memories to explore each passing day of my imprisonment.

?I suppose we do have time for games now,? Integra commented wryly, wishing in vain she had a cigar. ?But I would rather like to know what you?re attempting to get at.?

?My revenge wasn?t just keeping you locked up for twenty years, Integra. . .even now you?re being punished and you don?t know it.? I replied and Integra fairly ah-ha?d to my words. She knew there was something else. But she remained quiet, wanting to hear it all as her fractured mind processed the entire explanation. ?You?re not really in the Carpathians, Integra. This isn?t my Hunedoara. We are in your very mind. I have trapped you here and now we must find a way to wake you up.?

For a moment all she could do was watch him, logic deemed that this was impossible. She had seen her son and Maxwell impaled outside of her window. Could feel the scratching pain of smoke damage in her lungs. Not horrible, but present. Her hair was still streaked with gray and she could feel the worry lines that creased her face. If this really was all in her mind, she would be young. In her mind, Integra was forever twenty three. Mind forever set at the day she consigned Alucard to the basement.

?This is part of my punishment, isn?t it? You intend to drive me mad as you.? Her voice was so calm. Integra had guessed his plan. The switching in his personality from fervent to very nearly docile, bringing her up here to show her the secrets of the killing moon and whisper sweet poison into her ear.

I snerked to that, upper lip curling back and away in an expression caught between a sneer and disdain. ?If you don?t believe me, I?ll prove it to you. Or are you looking for any reason to disbelieve me? Your son is alive in the waking world, I pulled him from the flames. Don?t you wish to see him??

Her head shot up to me, clear blue eyes boring into mine, ?How -dare- you. Blood sucking fiend. Leech. You -killed- my son.? Anger flared in her, turning those eyes harsh, the perfect blue at the core of an all consuming flame.

?Ah, ah, Miss Hellsing, you have already decried him yourself as a traitor. Make up your mind, which is he, traitor or son?? I taunted, stepping in towards her. My shadow fell darkly across her, but did not eclipse her eyes.

She fairly snarled at me, baring teeth in a feral expression, ?He is still my son. And didn?t know any better. If anything it was my fault, he turned Catholic. I should have paid more attention.? Anger turned inward, towards herself. I could feel her cursing her gender once more, a father would have bonded more with a male child. Like Enrico Maxwell had with him.

?Integra, why do you grieve for what is not lost?? I reached towards her and she jerked back violently away from my touch.

?Get away-? And then azure eyes widened as Integra?s back hit the ancient stone wall and beneath the force of her weight, it buckled. She was frozen for a moment in that space between disbelief and the actual fall. And then the mortar between the heavy stones crumbled and she fell along with the stones, back tumbling over the wall.

I, of course, was watching with the sick fascination of one who can?t turn away from the ensuing tragedy. My mind threw back the sound of my first wife?s defiant scream as she launched herself off the balcony, my horror at getting there in time to watch her plummet. And my impotence and rage to do nothing. The same as now. As I reached out over the edge to grab her, Integra was gone. Lost to the swirling abyss of blackness whirling as a vortex inches below the fractured balcony wall.

She was, of course, still falling, but falling through the layers of her subconscious and unconscious mind, the walls of the cliff were around her and at the bottom lay the river. But she never hit. Instead, I watched down at her, drawn back fully into my own mind, as her pale eyes opened in that twisted and tense face, jaw clenched, teeth fairly grinding.

?Why are you haunting me?? Integra asked, voice low and husky, rough from disuse and smoke inhalation. There was accusation in her narrowed eyes, a tick about her mouth from leashed anger. But the question was honest. ?If you want my death, kill me now. Driving me mad will solve nothing.?
Reaching down, I stroked her cheek with the back of my hand, soft kid leather against her flesh. She didn?t flinch or pull herself away, merely lay there with her blonde and gray hair spilled out across the white sheets, dark face in a sea of white, lost to linens and snowy pajamas.

?I?m not haunting you, Integra. I had intended to punish you by trapping you in your mind for twenty years, as I was in mine. But it was also a selfish reason: I would miss you.? I had spent so long chipping away her flaws to carve the perfect predator and I did care for her, she was alpha to my alpha. One I could take as a companion.

Slowly, she sat up, feeling the aches of her tired body protest after the damage done from a few days in bed. A few days. Had it really been that much, she wondered? ?Where am I this time?? She asked, wondering if the mind trapping bit was true, but doubting that he would let her out so easily. He was starved for revenge, not her company, after all. Or at least, that was her opinion.

My eyelids lowered and I chuckled, settling myself at the foot of the bed, back against one solid looking poster of the oaken four poster bed upon which she lay. ?Your grandfather thought he stripped me of everything. He was wrong.? A smirk at that.

?Purfleet.? Integra guessed. ?At the Abbey. Next to the old asylum. How proper a place to be near in locale after you destroy my mind.? That would take work, she thought. Much work and Integra was a stubborn one. Little did she realize the cracks and strains on her mental state that had formed and severed upon seeing that impaled image of her son and Maxwell then denying them.

For her correct guess, I nodded once in assent, ?Well guessed.? She looked about and in her farsighted state saw her glasses on the nightstand next to her.

Reaching out, she grasped them and slid the lenses onto her nose, adjusting the placement. ?Simple deduction, really. It?s the only one of your former estates that was unaccounted for and unoccupied, yet still standing. I never questioned it because I thought the matter useless.? She cast her glance around the room once more, spying the ashtray and hoping it was a sign. ?You don?t happen to have my cigars here as well??

?You know very well your doctor ordered you to quit,? Amusement stole over my features, though one hand slid into that great red coat of mine, slithering about in the confines until finding my prize, then, producing both cigar tin and lighters, I tossed them near Integra to land harmlessly on the bed beside her.

?Thank you.? She forced herself the courtesy to him, ?After all, this is only my mind and tobacco won?t harm me here.?

My eyes narrowed and the corners of my mouth perked up, revealing slender white canines, curved like a hunting cat. ?Try one and see if you?re still dreaming.?

Curiously, she plucked a slender cigar stem out from the box and held it between two fingers, then flicked the lighter and pressed the flame to paper. It ignited and tobacco glowed maddeningly as the cherry caught and burned to Integra?s deep inhale.

The nicotine burned her damaged and not yet healed lungs and she gasped it out, coughing and choking for air. Her body wasn?t as young as it used to be and couldn?t take the exquisite punishments she inflicted upon it.

?There. Now do you believe me?? I asked patiently, leaning forward and taking the cigar from between her fingers, placing it between my lips and inhaling both the smoke and the taste of her mouth where it had pressed ever so gently between upper and lower lip. I felt no need to exhale at that point and instead put the cigar out on my tongue before tossing it aside into the ashtray on the nightstand.

After a few steady and deep breaths that pained her more than a dream should, Integra wanted badly to believe him. How could a dream hurt this much, after all? But then, I am a twisted and manipulative bastard capable of creating illusions that had fooled all of her senses before. But in her own mind? Her head began to ache.

Light steps sounded outside the double door and a hand tapped timidly against the intimidating cherry wood slabs of ornately carved wood.

?Who?s that?? She asked, wanting to kick herself for buying into the illusion so much as to utter such a question before thinking. Perhaps the smoke damage had harmed her brain as well. But no, I knew that hadn?t happened.

?Your son,? I replied quietly, knowing this would either wake her up completely to the world I pulled her into once more, or crack the already fractured hold of her logic and mind.

Her jaw clenched and I could hear the high toned squeal of teeth grinding, rather unpleasant, that. ?Don?t. You. Dare.? She bit off each word, pronouncing them clearly, precisely. She mentally psyched herself up, trying to take whatever I could give. But in her heart, she had failed Hellsing and her duty. Allowed an innocent child, her child that she should feel some maternal attachment and didn?t die. Fall into the wrong hands and die.

?Enter.? I called, irises fairly glowing in challenge, never taking my eyes from her. And she never took her eyes from mine, as though by sheer willpower she would rip into my mind and wrench away my power. Once she might have been able to, but I?m free now.

Slowly, the door swung open, no creak from the well-oiled aged hinges. (If you really want to know, ask me later, right now, finish reading the story -A) Small steps moved in across the hardwood floors, small only in comparison to a grown adult, for these steps belonged to a young boy with unruly blonde hair and timid blue eyes. ?Mummy?? Arthur Hellsing asked, still at ill-ease with Alucard around. Though it wasn?t so much a fear on Arthur?s part, as wariness. He had an inkling the vampire had made his mummy sick, but now she seemed better. Some of that suspicion ebbed.

Integra?s stare wavered, but still she refused to look at him. Though her face was impassive, her eyes were accusatory. ?You?re not real.? She said firmly to Arthur.

Who blinked. ?Am too.? A childish and obvious reply, but the one that first came to mind and mouth for him. Slowly he approached, navy blue shirt un-tucked in the back, khaki slacks wrinkled, black shoes scuffed. He looked the part. Integra realized it was cowardice not to look at him and thus examined him.

?I won?t argue with you.? She replied, then looked away, staring into a middle distance, mood changed. Her sanity was still in tact, well, in tact insofar as she wasn?t any -more- cracked than had happened in Hunedoara.

Arthur looked lost then, tears forming in his eyes. He didn?t know what to do and looked to me for help, irises shimmering like crystals with unshed tears, practically begging. Pathetic. I shrugged at him. If he wanted his mother back, he had to make her believe him. Prove his worth as I knew him for nothing but worthless up until this point.

Integra caught the movement and her eyebrows puckered, curious as to the gesture, seemingly uncontrived. But it didn?t convince her. The glitter of Arthur?s tears only made her uncomfortable. She despised crying, it accomplished nothing. And there existed within her no instinct to comfort this figure that may or may not have been her son. Once more she looked to a middle distance, wanting vainly to smoke a cigar but unwilling to try again after such a hazarding experience moments ago.

Arthur walked to the bedside, hesitatingly, steps jerky as he stopped and considered her as prey animals often do upon approaching a gator infested watering hole. Then finally his love for his mother won out over his fear and the boy moved towards her until his young thighs bumped against the soft down mattress of the featherbed.

From the corner of her eye, Integra watched his movement, then felt her son?s small hands against her clasped hands lying tensely in her lap. They were ungloved and the flesh to flesh contact was warm, almost soothing, even if the boy?s hands were a bit sticky from the toast and jam he?d eaten for breakfast. ?Mummy.?

Something in her wrenched. She had failed this boy. Integra?s eyes closed to that thought. Failed her son, failed Hellsing, failed herself. One damn treaty. It wasn?t worth it. Then burning drops scalded her hands. Or so they felt, cold from exposure and poor circulation, Integra opened her eyes to realize the beads of moisture sliding down her fingers were Arthur?s tears.

Her eyes opened and she pressed her lips into a line before speaking, ?Don?t cry, Arthur. Hellsings don?t cry.?

And upon recognition from her, Arthur drove himself against Integra in a tight hug, cheek to her breast in such a manner that she would have slapped him if not deciding to allow him this moment of outward affection. Integra did care for him, he was her son. But she never knew how to express it, never felt the urge to coo and coddle him. Though, she supposed, perhaps speaking to him and giving the occasional sign of affection would do both parties good.

Drawing away, Integra held his upper arms. ?Mummy has to rest now, Arthur. Go work on your studies like a good boy and I will see you for dinner, perhaps.?

Tears had stopped on his cherubic face and a smile and lighter expression graced it. He fairly shone with the small acknowledgement from his beloved mother. ?Yes, mummy.? Then turned from her and headed to the door, as he passed me, the boy beamed and granted a smile, mouthing ?thank you.? I sneered in return, but it didn?t diminish his aura of euphoria and soon he left, not bothering to close the door behind him. With an extension of my power, I took care of that small measure.

She turned to me, then, and I could see some tenuous hope in her eyes, ?If this is a dream, I would rather you not tell me.? Her voice was quiet, yet commanding authority. Integra saw this as a second chance for Hellsing. For herself with Arthur.

?Oh, but this isn?t a dream, Integra, I can assure you that. In the other place, you felt no pain, no pain, no cold, no heat anymore strongly than a suggestion of such. Here it is all real. Dead cold, living warmth.? My voice was low as well, the usual deep growl of words to her.

Integral nodded only once, then a question sprang to her mind. A morbid curiosity, no doubt, ?Why did you save him? And. . .what has happened to Maxwell, if anything?? She held no emotions towards the man except a vague respect that came with knowing how an organization such as Iscariot was run and determining that anyone commanding such a thing was worthy of a measure of respect.

?I was going to destroy him. . .but he looked at me with your eyes,? I replied rather honestly. No enigmas, no cryptic messages. And it was true. At first I had thought this was her son running to me for help in a time of danger, but then his actions- oh his actions they freed my anger and me. Thus I watched as the fire neared him after Integra fled, unable to break through the wall of flames for him.

I had watched soot gather on his cheeks, fire reflect in those blue eyes and that stopped me as I stepped from the flames, from striking out in the vengeance I was owed. Her eyes. On him. Hn. Perhaps it was a foolish sentimentality that grew on me as she did, but I didn?t kill him. I knew of a better revenge. Raising him. Maxwell had fumed when I appeared that night from the darkness to visit him, taunt him with my words and knowledge. He?d thrown blessings and holy items at me until he?d run out and angry tears over his son threatened his eyes. My cruel laugh lingered with him in the shadows of his room as the holy man had fallen to his knees, praying to God for his son?s future.

I was broken from my thoughts by her questioning eyes and commanding voice speaking my name. ?As for Maxwell, he lives and remains unharmed at the Vatican. My revenge against him has been settled.?

She nodded, Integra believed me at my word and only asked, ?How has your revenge been settled?? Knowing that Alucard was bound to have done something to strike at the very core of Maxwell?s being and sanity.

?Why, Integra, you should have guessed. I have you and his son.?

A faint smile curled one corner of her mouth, ?I preferred you to him, you know. In the end. At the time, I was infatuated with him. But it passed quickly. Now?? She trailed off, slightly unsure. Integra was old, not horribly old, but no longer the maiden of twenty three that I had lusted after, body and blood.

My movements were predatory, muscles bunching and rolling in places that no human should have them. Crawling towards her, she watched me with curiosity and a growing heat, well aware of how feral and chaotic a creature I was, how lithe I remained after all these years. Hair night black from my healthy feedings of late. She swallowed, but showed no outward signs of anything but neutral observance.

?Now, Miss Hellsing, what makes you think your yet young age would disturb me, or think any less of how much more beautiful you have grown?? I asked, a smirk twitching up one corner of my mouth, showing the indentation of my lower lip where the tip of my fang rested.

?You forget, Alucard,? Integra started lazily, watching me as I paused at her side, still on hands and knees, looking up at her ram-rod straight posture. Her clasped hands loosened and one fell against my cheek, warm, alive and smelling of her sweet, virgin blood. Lightly she stroked and my eyelids grew heavy with enjoyment, drooping low while I fairly nuzzled her hand, bestial instincts arising.

?You forget that I was in the room when you used that line on the Queen all those years ago,? She continued, watching my expressions. ?Arthur will continue the Hellsing line.?

The insinuations that spoken line drew in my mind raised my head from her stroking fingers until my eyes caught hers. ?Why?? I was uncertain if she would misunderstand the question.

However, she didn?t misunderstand. ?Because someone has to watch over you, make sure you don?t go mad again. It was a Hellsing who increased your power, made you a God amongst vampires, it is only fitting that a Hellsing should take up the role now that you are free.?

One corner of her mouth twitched, finally arching up into a half smile. ?And besides, I would miss you.?

<b>The End</b> . . .or is it? MUAHAH

<i>Well, I did tell you it was the story of how I almost died.

-A</i>

<b>NC-17 Ending</b>

I was on her then, straddling her thighs and pressing my mouth bruisingly hard against Integra?s warm lips. She returned the force, feeling the press of my fangs through the cool smoothness of my own lips. Those ungloved fingers fisted in my lapels, keeping me close and my own cool hands found the warmth of her previously sleeping body, long fingers encircling her waist.

Our kiss was a struggle for dominance, tongues entwining, then driving apart and forcefully exploring our mutual mouths. Hungry, she was, and I myself sense starved for this kind of touch. The pleasure made me forget the madness and pain of my body decaying for all those years while I was helpless to stop it. And for Integra, it drove away the last of the remaining guilt for my imprisonment and the lingering guilt of wanting to touch me so.

At last she gasped and pulled away, needing the breathe and calm the unwanted flush of her skin, making the room and even Alucard?s cold skin seem warm. ?Your breath tastes like old death,? She commented, eyes flicking up to my face, expression smug.

?And your have morning breath, your point?? I returned. This wasn?t a care for me, however, as a human I had lived in a time before such polite dental hygiene . She scowled at that and I attempted to soothe Integra with a lingering touch over her upper arms.

Her hand shot out, slender fingers knotting in my ascot and pulling me, her willing captive in. A Cheshire grin curved my mouth, fangs glittering in the dim light of the room. With my hands still on her upper arms, I could feel the small angry tremors in her arms. ?I intend to be on top.?

She wouldn?t be the submissive bottom in this sexual encounter, Integra refused. However I revealed one tiny fact, ?Ah, but Integra, if we do this, I must bite you first and mingle our blood, and that will require me to be. . .on top.?

?You only need to be on top while I?m changing, then,? She kept up her protests, but I was already straddling here and there wasn?t much she could do about it.

?For once in your life, Integra,? I replied, leaning in, pressing the cold tip of my nose against her warm one, ?Sit back and enjoy.? That ruffled her, Integra, as we all know, hated being out of control. But my expression and gesture of affection were quite endearing and thus she settled against the headboard, lips set into a stoic line. Hn, still of that ?close your eyes and think of England? state of mind she was, only without the closed eyes.

My Integra is not a delicate woman, and thus nor was my touch. My pale fingers moved spider like over her side as Integra winced and looked blandly at me, ?That tickles.? I growled and caught her lips with mine, nibbling on her lower, pressing fangs temptingly in. At first I felt her body clench, muscles tightened and fists grip. That eased by inches, however, as my hand found the weight of one breast, conveniently without a brassiere beneath the soft white cloth of the pajamas I had put her in.

Through the thick material I found her nipple and pinched roughly, having to contain myself from wrenching off her top must have shown through my actions for her hand came up slowly, decisively and brushed through my hair as though petting before twining at the sharp tugs I gave her nipple.

?That -is- attached, you know,? Her husky voice replied against my lips, taking a long sharp breath. I smirked and drew my fangs over her lower lip once more in taunt and her eyes narrowed in challenge at me. Through her parted lips, Integra?s tongue slid out and methodically ran over the curve of one canine in my mouth. Immediately, chills shot through my spine, or so is the metaphor you would understand, I being dead, don?t experience actual chills. But I digress.

My other hand clenched on her hip, fingers digging in hard, but not too painfully. As her tongue slid around my fang, wrapping it in warm softness, I pinned her hips with mine, rubbing the rather long and noticeable hardness of my erection against Integra?s pelvis. Her tongue withdrew at that and she looked at me questioningly, then shook it off, realizing what I was doing. Pure deviousness filled my eyes as I looked at her and my long fingered hand slid across her hip and between her legs. Integra?s eyes widened ever so slightly when I applied pressure with my fingers between her legs.

?Oh?? She managed as I settled into an easy stroke against the still clothed apex of her legs. With my other hand, I began unbuttoning her pajama top, one at a time, then became rather impatient and lowered my head, biting off the remaining buttons. On the last one, she looked down to me, as though hiding amusement at my antics while I held a button between my teeth. After a wink, I nipped it off.

?It would serve you right to choke,? She murmured and I spat the button out to roll and clatter against the floor.

?I could think of better uses for your mouth,? I replied forcing my fingers slightly inside of her, not much, as I was taking cloth with me. The fine muscles of her jaw clenched and Integra twitched her hips as though reflexively trying to take me deeper. A killer?s smile curved my mouth and she frowned once more. Her top gapped, leaving bare a nice dark line of flesh from neck to stomach. Her skin was still perfect, lacking in sun exposure and harsh treatment, though marked with a few scars that made her all the more thrilling.

The one scar I lingered on lay across her lower abdomen, the cesarean scar. ?So this is where the coward came from. . .not born of woman. . .? I murmured the old line from MacBeth while fingering the scar in a most inappropriate manner. She snerked and settled in to watch, not admitting to herself how aroused she was, but I could smell her.

From age her breasts were less full and ripe as they had been, but I didn?t mind, like a fine wine she only seemed to get better with the passing years.

?Alucard,? She murmured fondly, fingers moving over my prominent cheekbones and cupping my jaw. My eyelids dropped and so did my head, mouth falling to her breast, I took in that taut nipple I had previously engorged and nipped it in between my fangs, teasing with the tip of my tongue.

Slowly my hand pulled away from between her legs and attempted to ease her pajama bottoms over her hips. Integra helped me, arching her hips up and allowing me to slide the elastic waist band down over her bottom and to her knees. There was no sound from her except the spike in her heartbeat from the pleasure elicited from my mouth and the quiet quickening of her soft breaths.

Her fingers returned to my hair and tensed, tightening to a pull that would have been painful for a human; to me her pain against my person was simply erotic. With her other hand, Integra fisted a handful of shirt at my lapel and tugged, wrenching the front of it open and gaping, untucked in the front, but held together at the top with a red ascot. With slow, deft movements, Integra untied the cloth and eased it out from the collar of my shirt and tossed it aside.

?Better.? She murmured, thinking it only fair if she were topless, or nearly so that I should, too be that way as well.

Not that I minded, of course. She gave a soft huff as my mouth left her nipple and the length of my serpentine tongue trailed over the centerline of her belly, down sternum and between the twitching muscles of her stomach. As I reached her wiry, blonde pubic hair, I writhed backwards and insinuated myself between Integral?s lean legs, working her pants all the way off and tossing them to the floor.

?What are you-? Integra started to ask, but my tongue caught her off guard as I ran it over her labia and slit, lapping at the arousal, enjoying the flavor of her virginity. Her muscles clenched, every muscle in her body was rigid and tensed. Rolling my eyes up to look at her, I drew the tip of one fang over her clitoris, stimulating the bundle of nerves there, feeling pleasure wash over her and chase away the previous tenseness.

A slow sigh hissed from between her lips as she settled back against the pillows and headboard, relaxing, fingers loosening in my hair and stroking through it. I very nearly purred in pleasure, but refrained and instead took her clitoris between my lips and sucked hard, enjoying the way she shifted her hips and attempted to keep from writhing at the attention. One hand at her hip, I drew the other one to her warm, wet center, the tip of my middle finger ringing her entrance before plunging ruthlessly in. That jolted her.

Her jaw clenched then, Integra was biting back the growing sound of appreciation in her throat, attempting to maintain some form of propriety. She felt a bit useless in this respect as well, sex and all things sexual were foreign to her. The most she and Maxwell had ever done was a bit of kissing and even that had been tame compared to my lips on her-

?Alucard. . ? She murmured, then in a deeper tone, ?Vlad.? Oh how the sound of my true name echoed against her lips. I did growl then, could feel my eyes glow in insurmountable pleasure, something no human orgasm or endorphin could compare to. I wanted to take her then, body, mind soul, live her, wear her. Defile her.

Pulling my mouth away from the wet heat of her naughty little cunt, I reared back. My pale lips skinned away, exposing lengthened canines. Integra?s unquestioning gaze, albeit a little less focused than before, watched me as I struck, pointed fangs driving deep into her femoral artery and spilling her hot, rich blood across my tongue. How long it had been since that taste! Thirty years and the ghost of her blood?s memory was a pale shade in comparison. Still a virgin, still pure. I did purr then as I swallowed mouthfuls, measuring them carefully, not to take too much just yet, I wanted her transformation to last.

With my cheek rubbing catlike against her inner thigh, the heavy, rich scent of her womanhood heightening the lust in her blood, I was fairly drunk. All too soon, it seemed, I was pulling away and ripping at my own pants almost in frenzy. Integra had nearly swooned from the loss, though she would later deny it and say only she was attempting to regain herself from the pleasure the bite gave her, but don?t believe that.

After little to no luck with the human way of divesting, I simply extended my power and clothes fell back to the shadows from whence they came. There before her I knelt, completely nude, my rigid penis large and bloodless, cool to the touch if one so chose. I know this body for I had crafted it to suit my purposes, lanky and tall, but with muscles like marble and just as white. She watched half in awe and half in uncomfortable uncertainty about the width and length of me. Oh, I would tear her up and enjoy licking away every ounce of blood, later.

But first, I drew my wrist to my mouth and bit down, drawing my own blood, then passing it, pressing it, to her mouth. She drank, heavy lidded eyes falling half closed before pulling away. Stubborn Integra, always wanting the hard way. Blood had dribbled down her stomach, dappling her breasts and abdomen with red. I didn?t know then what I wanted more, to kill her or fuck her. In the end I would do both.

Instead, I drew now her closer to my body, Integra still on her back. Her questioning look was answered as I put her ankles over my shoulders. The thick head of my shaft pressed at her entrance and I savored the anticipation of what was to come.

?Is this really necessary?? She asked, voice just a touch strained, sweat lightly dewing her age, worn brow.

?Yesss. . .? A sibilant reply, a sensual and dangerous hiss. Integra frowned, but allowed me my fun for now. She waited for the space of two human heartbeats before giving me the nod. And at the first inclination of her head, I had already impaled her to the hilt. No pretense, no sense of her own personal discomfort. I am a cruel beast and the brief look of pain in her eyes aroused me, the tight, vise like grip of her aged virgin passage clasping m

[Beck]

AAAAAAAAACK! The fic cut off!!!

Aside from that, totally liked the concept of it all.

[CountRed]

?Yesss. . .? A sibilant reply, a sensual and dangerous hiss. Integra frowned, but allowed me my fun for now. She waited for the space of two human heartbeats before giving me the nod. And at the first inclination of her head, I had already impaled her to the hilt. No pretense, no sense of her own personal discomfort. I am a cruel beast and the brief look of pain in her eyes aroused me, the tight, vise like grip of her aged virgin passage clasping me was almost too much to bear.

She bore it well, my Integra, grit her teeth and twisted her hips, easing the burden of my turgid length inside of her. A predatory smile pressed at the corners of my mouth, turning them slightly up before I withdrew almost fully and slid slowly back into her. She did groan then, a little whimper of a sound, but audible none the less, and pressed her hips up to meet me. At the contact of the head of my erection against her inner walls, she trembled, apparently liking the place I intimately touched and drew her hands to my hips, the only logical place to pull me, as it was the only place within reaching distance without upsetting her pleasure of the position.

The bite of her blunted nails in my flesh heightened my own pleasure, as though her brutal tightness wasn?t enough, as though having my former master and future companion beneath me wasn?t enough. The power and speed of my thrusts increased, I was unmindful of her human pelvis, for the faster I pulled out and thrust back in, the more force I used, the louder and more plantitive Integral?s cries become. I wanted more of her, all of her.

Her pleasured cries soon turned more painful, the bite of her nails drew blood and a slack look started in her face. Releasing my thighs, her hands came up, clutching at me and a gurgle resounded in her throat. All over her body, the muscles of my former master twitched, a tremulous spasm ran through them and as gently as I knew how, I lay her back, moving her legs down from my shoulders and to the soft sheets of the bed. Though I didn?t remove my phallus from her.

The way her muscles contracted and twisted was erotic and I continued to pound into her, feeling her tighten further and further. Then it stopped and she lay still in death, a slight shimmer of saliva glittered on her cheek and ever so solicitously I leaned in, licking it away, cleaning her face. My thrusting fell into an easier pace as the muscles of her vagina slackened, my shaft slipped easily in and out with her natural lubrication.

And then it happened. Like a rippling wave her wrinkles stretched out, skin firming, tightening. The small lines in her forehead and near her eyes and mouth smoothed, and beneath me, I could feel her muscles once again tone, the imperfections in her skin healed, including the cesarean scar and gunshot wounds, then various other small scars bled away to smooth, dark skin.

Such a change is always pleasant to watch at first. Then the second half happened. Her loose and relaxed muscles tightened brutally and she shot up, her back arching and a scream sliced through the room. Integra?s nails were claws and they sliced my forearms as I pinned her to the bed. She writhed erotically and I grunted in pleasure. Once more her vaginal walls were taut and her attempts to get away mimicked prey.

My own blood poured over us both, paining us in liquid cool. Integra instinctively lapped at, with her lengthened tongue, the smears as her claws attempted to glean more. I was quicker, however, and captured her wrists, pinning them to the bed and enjoying her splayed out beneath me, around me. The glitter of blood on her breasts was erotic, the puckered nipple dazzling in candy apple red.

Casually, I leaned in and lapped while her head arched back and another scream ripped from her throat. Integral?s eyeteeth lengthened and sharpened, her gums shrunk back a bit to accommodate the double set of fangs on top and single set on bottom. Then finally, I observed while casually sampling the other nipple, the whites of her eyes began to bleed, the veins popping and blood traveled to her iris. Glowing with anger, those irises stayed red, then returned to blue as rational thought set back into Integral?s mind.

Her expression was something less than amused, ?You have me pinned.? She noted. I took the time to bite her nipple and lap at the twin dots of blood there.

?So I do.? Was my casual reply. Whimsically as I could manage, I released her nipples entirely and lay my head between her breasts, nuzzling.

?And you continued intercourse while I was technically dead,? she added, though her voice held no signs of being bothered by that fact.

?Your point?? I asked, growing bored of the interrogation and arching my back to deliver a particularly deep thrust into her.

Her muscles contracted, eyelids dropped and Integra arched her body up in a roll, pressing her breasts closer to my face. ?My turn.? Was her reply, and then she arched up sharply, bucking me forward. On one side of my body, she trapped my wrist with her arm and ankle with her calf, then rolled and pinned me.
?Shall I call you master?? I taunted, feeling her shift positions on me, legs outside my hips, hands at my shoulders then. Her skin was still warmer than mine, but fast cooling and quite softer. The tickle of her long, now fully platinum hair grazed my chest as she ducked her head, looking down at me.

?Say it,? her husky voice commanded. Her hips rose and then thrust down with a small roll, taking me into her. Impaling herself over and again.

?Master?? I purred arching up to meet her thrusts. It was horribly erotic to have her commanding me once more, to title her thus of my own free will.

?Louder,? she growled, nails clawing into my shoulders and drawing half moons of blood against my pale skin. I could feel the cool drops bead and run down, staining her sheets.

?Master,? I growled louder, throwing my head back into the pillows. Unneeded breath caught in my throat and my hands fell to her hips, helping her to thrust down on me. Her firm rump smacked lightly against my testicles with the force.

?You are mine,? Integra snarled, her voice quaking with the power of her own pleasure. ?Call me. Name me. Say it!? Her pupils dilated and she threw back her head, that waterfall of hair cascading over her shoulders and down her back. I watched all of it, fascinated, feeling the sharp contractions of her climax squeezing around my erection and I could hold back no longer.

?Master!? I howled and arched up, burying myself deep inside her and releasing bloody semen deep into her. A second cry of pleasure tore from her throat at that sensation, though I will admit I was quite lost in the depth of my own pleasure. It had been a long time since the physical had been anything more than an echo of the bite?s orgasmic effects. But this night I had both. I was content.

Flaccid, my phallus slid from her, sticky with both our fluids that started to leak out and onto Integra?s thigh. She didn?t seem to mind and instead lay atop me, attempting to soak up my cool. For a moment, with her head against my chest, she seemed disconcerted, then I realized that she was expecting a heartbeat. But it was fast over, I wasn?t going to coddle her with a false one and I?m sure she appreciated the action.

Her arms slid up, hands cupping my shoulders, ?Let us rest now, tomorrow we will think of Hellsing and the future.? Integra?s voice was a husky murmur and her hair shielded her nudity and blanketed me with it?s soft texture.

Utterly contented and feeling rather languid, I brushed my lips possessively against her forehead and settled back, hands at the small of her back, keeping my companion against me. ?As you like, Integra. When you awake, we shall hunt.?

A faint smile played at the corners of her mouth and soon exhaustion drew her into sleep and I allowed myself the luxury of it as well. She is and was, of course, my last domain.

[Alu-sama]

Aahh!!! I love it! Good job...I wish I could write like you. *sigh* I'm in a good mood now!

[Rhioka_Soutome]

That was brilliant! You captured Alucard's intelligence and sarcasm really good which is hard to do. I stayed up until 4:30am reading this one -_- Pathetic yes, but your writing is awesome, you make me want to write again.