Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters mentioned in this fic.

Hey people! It seemed that a few of you liked Early Love, because I got a fair amount of PMs saying they wanted a scene between Alucard and Seras. So I thought, 'why not?' and wrote this up. This could be counted as a follow-up to Early Love, so it might make a little more sense in later chapters if you read that first. You don't have to; you will still be able to read this and have it making sense without reading the other, but it might help a little. Okay, I've talked too much, so now the story. Enjoy!

Lost Passion

Seras Victoria was walking down stairs in the Hellsing mansion to the basement where her rooms were. She and Alucard had just returned from Patrick, in Ireland. She raised a hand to her neck, her fingertips brushing the wound in her neck from Anderson's blade that hadn't quite healed yet. She winced; it still hurt. Her hand fell back to her side, and she continued her descent. 'Damn, there are too many stairs in this place. And why do our rooms have to be in the basement? It's always so dark. It's really depressing,' she thought. She reached the bottom of the stairs and made her way along the corridor. Her thoughts turned to Anderson. 'Why do I get the feeling that I know him? And why did I feel... so strange when he started speaking? Like I wanted to...' She came to the door of her room and was surprised when it opened suddenly, by itself.

"What the?"

She recovered when she noticed her master sitting in his usual position on the simple wooden chair in her room. He had the chair leaning back on two legs, with one of his feet firmly on the floor keeping his balance, and the other leg crossed over his knee, hands on his lap with fingers intertwined, and his usual smirk on his face.

"Are you all right, Police Girl?"

She hesitated a moment, surprised that he would actually care for how she felt for once.

"Well?"

"Uhh... I'm fine."

"Are you sure? You have had quite a shock. You've never had a wound like that before."

"Since when do you care?"

His face took on an irritated expression. "Since his bayonet went through your neck. Like I told you, with blessed weapons, regeneration doesn't always work."

"Is that why it's still not fully healed?"

Concern showed on his face for a moment, before it was restored to its usual stone-like countenance. "It's still not healed?"

Seras began to feel slightly worried. She had noticed his change of expression. "No... Should it be?"

"I would expect that by now it would be. Let me see it."

She unbuttoned the top button of her yellow shirt, showing the wound more clearly. It was still not closed; there was a puckered line that would leave a ragged scar. Concern showed on Alucard's face again. Seras grew more worried.

"What's wrong?"

"It's not healing nearly as fast as it should be. Even though this is your first encounter with blessed weapons, the wound should almost be closed.

"What does that mean?"

"That you are not drinking enough blood."

"Master, I really don't want to get into this argument again. I'm too tired."

"Nonetheless, if you drank, petty wounds like this would heal much quicker."

"Will it still heal on its own if I don't drink?"

"Yes, but it will take a very long time, and you will be left feeling very weak after it has until you drink. Healing takes a lot of your body's energy if you are not drinking."

"Is there any other way to speed it up without drinking?" She knew she couldn't drink the blood; but she didn't want to go around with a big hole in her neck.

"There is something I could do, but it would make you uncomfortable."

Again, she asked: "Since when do you care?"

"I don't, but when you get uncomfortable, you start to bitch, and I would prefer to save myself the bother tonight."

Seras exclaimed angrily. "I don't bitch!"

"Yes, you do," came the calm reply.

"I don't!"

"Then what are you doing right now?"

Again, a calm voice. He was smiling. 'Damn,' Seras thought. 'He's enjoying this!' She took a step toward him, fangs bared angrily.

"You know something? You can be really irritating when you want to be."

He got up off the chair and was walking towards her before Seras even realised he had moved. He strode towards her purposefully; she flinched slightly, nervous of his intent. He stopped right in front of her. She closed her eyes, too nervous to make eye contact, yet having nowhere else to look. For a moment, all she could hear was her own breathing. Being a vampire, she didn't need to, but she found she could not stop herself. Then she felt the strangest sensation on her neck. She opened her eyes, looked down and realised he was licking the wound in her neck. Her face flushed, and she opened her mouth to say something, but he placed his hand over her mouth to hold her quiet. 'This is the strangest feeling I've ever felt in my life... But why does it feel so... good?' she thought. Alucard's voice echoed in her mind. 'Because no-one's ever done it to you before.' She could feel the wound on her neck closing, not even leaving a scar to mark its existence. Alucard straightened.

"Uncomfortable?" Surely he didn't need to ask to know the answer.

"Master... why?"

"You wanted to know if there was a way to heal it without drinking blood."

"But you could have asked my permission first."

He leaned in close, his mouth lingering tantalisingly at the delicate skin of her ear.

"Ah, but it was much more fun this way. Besides, would it have changed your reaction if I had?" She couldn't see, but she could tell he was smiling.

"I... I would have... that's different."

He could hear the uncertainty in her voice. He smiled, and ran his gloved fingers softly along her neck where the wound had been.

"Seras, it's no different at all," he whispered.

'He said my name...' The thought threaded its way into her mind through the fog that had descended in her head. She felt a tingling sensation running down her spine and realised he was blowing gently in her ear. She shivered, a tiny gasp escaping her lips, and he smiled, and kissed her ear, nibbling her earlobe a little. She found herself putting her arms around him, holding him in, but knew she didn't care. Her breathing was getting harder. He heard it and smiled inwardly. While sometimes he was annoyed at her stubborn hold on her humanity, now it felt... endearing. It made her seem more innocent. He kissed her jaw, just under her ear, and slowly began to kiss his way along the soft contours of her cheeks, his lips blazing a trail from there down her neck on her pale skin. His fingers slid up and down her spine, sending shivers through her body. He smiled again when he felt her shiver. His lips continued their path down her neck, sucking at her skin as they went. She shuddered again; a moan came from deep in her throat.

"M-master..." she whispered quietly.

His lips stopped at the hem of her shirt, waiting for her to respond. A slight frown appeared on her face, and her arms tightened their hold around his neck, silently begging him to continue. He smirked to himself, and began to undo her shirt buttons with one hand, the other resting on her backside. He unbuttoned it all the way down to the black leather belt around her waist, and then with the same hand began to tickle her stomach gently, as he kissed his way over her collar bone, lightly biting the muscle between neck and shoulder.

She gasped at his kisses, and began to work her hands up through his black hair, tipping his fedora onto the floor. His hand still tickling her stomach, he began to kiss down the front of her chest, directly down the breastbone, teasing her. He could see her nipples poking through the thin white bra she was wearing. He was kissing her solar plexus now, one hand undoing the belt at her waist, the other sliding her shirt further back from her shoulders. The belt came undone; the shirt fell to the ground. He unclasped the bra, discarding it completely. He lightly kissed the tender underside of her breasts, moving upwards until his mouth was over her nipple, his tongue flicking lightly over it.

She was breathing in gasps now; he looked into her mind and could see the desire there. But this was not what he wanted. What she felt was desire for sex, not desire for him. She had never taken pleasure like this, and now she just wanted the act, not the participant. He lifted his head from her nipple, and straightened, her arms sliding down to the small of his back. He looked at her, standing with a light frown of confusion on her face, her upper body bare, her large breasts covered in goose bumps, her nipples pink and erect, and thought for a moment that he didn't care that she didn't want him. Then the egotistical side took over. 'No. If she wants to have it, she must want me as well.' He looked into her eyes, and said:

"My Master is calling me."

An expression of hurt came over her face; he could feel the emotion overflowing from her mind. It was not the first time he had lied to anyone, but, unlike the others, he felt the guilt coursing through his veins like wildfire. He closed his eyes and smiled wistfully to himself. Her hand, so delicate, was in his. He brought it to his mouth, and kissed the bare skin of her fingers.

"Another time. I promise."

He let her hand go, and sank into the floor, his eyes watching her as he went. Her eyes followed him for as long as it took for him to disappear.

Seras stood frozen. She had been so close to discovering something new, both about herself and about her master, when he had ripped himself away from her. A feeling of rejection consumed her, swiftly followed by that of humiliation. 'Why?' she thought, her mind roiling in despair. 'Why did he just leave? Why did Integra have to need him now? Why?' Her eyes filled with blood tears, her legs would not hold her, and she sank to the floor, tears cascading down her face as the basement echoed her cries.

Hope this is what you were looking for, those that wanted a followup. This will be continued as an attached mini-series depending on how many reviews I get. So if you want it to go futher, review!