Possession

Chapter One

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He had over a hundred and fifty years of experience over her- one hundred and fifty years to learn fighting techniques, one hundred and fifty years to learn and know about true vampires, one hundred and fifty years to see so much more than she ever thought imaginable.

But as the young fledgling had only recently learnt that even if she had drunk Pips blood a hundred times over, she'd never be able to beat the Werewolf before her. She was so young, so incredibly young that even though she was the 'Child' of the historic Alucard she was nowhere near this monsters strength.

"Don't let him bite you!" orders barked from both the one she called Master and the lingering presence of Pip, who through the blood coursing through Seras' body, was still hanging around long enough to shout orders at her through long periods of cursing in French and various other languages she couldn't place. She back flipped again, and the Nazi Werewolf was close enough that her foot smashed into his face as she moved through the air. She landed on the balls of her feet, crouching down on top of a crate she was eye level with him as he literally destroyed the concrete where she had once been standing. During the fight so far he had been vicious, but she had no doubt in her mind that he could've killed her at several points if he felt like it. Was he just toying with her? Trying to keep her busy while her Master and his Master battled their way through the flaming, living hell London had become?

Cool eyes that unnerved her, made all the bones in her body ache from the rare physical power of him, stared into her as he straightened to watch her. He made no move to come closer, but she could tell he was almost bursting with bloodlust, bloodbeast or whatever drove him. It slid across his eyes like a wolf in a cage- impatient for blood and for the freedom of the snowy mountains where it belonged. Some time must have passed because she was suddenly awakened from her thoughts by the screaming of a French soldier in her head and a soft gloved hand on her cheek. Her breath hissed out, eyes suddenly wide and aware she must have looked like a trapped rabbit before she got over her internal shock and following Pip's orders to the letter grabbed the small silver knife hidden in her boot. She cried out in pain as his hand slide down her throat to dig claws into the soft skin and without warning had thrown her on her back in the disgustingly putrid alley.

She lay still for a moment, a sort of silence in her head for a second while she recovered from the impact the ground had made with her head before the sound of war and Pip swearing loudly came pouring back over her and she became aware of the body that had followed her decent and was lying atop her. The Millennium Captain merely watched her carefully, cool eyes gazing at her with a strange blankness that unnerved her even more up close as he silently held her still although she must have been using her full strength to break free. He lowered his head hesitantly, as if curious, and sniffed her skin, inhaling the smell of blood and gun powder as if trying to separate a smell from the others. There was a moment where if her heart was beating it would have stopped, and she let out an escaped unwanted whimper as claws slid through the skin of her wrist as she struggled against him still. His eyes flashed open with a snarl that rumbled his chest, and she immediately stopped her struggle at the incredibly fierce look he gave her. Although his face remained impassive, his eyes told the real story of the violence he promised her if she continued to fight him.

His face lowered again, and this time he let out a soft, breathy sigh as he presumably found the scent he was searching for. Tilting his head just slightly as though wondering something, he made only one of his hands hold her wrist's while the other went to touch her cheek again, his hand trailed from her cheek up to her hair, the long fingers threading through the strands gently before bunching it in his hands tightly and pulling her head to the side so he gained full access to her throat. "Police Girl! Don't let him bite you!" orders from her Master again pieced her mind, and she moved her head to block off the slow decent of his mouth and the sharp teeth she knew were going to rip into her. His face remained impassive, although in his eyes they held not just the violence, but the frustration at his attempts to bite her being interrupted and a small trace of amusement at said almost useless interruptions. He found her amusing? She fumed silently, glaring up at him. "What are you doing?" She finally asked, voice quiet and shaking slightly with stress and her anger. "We're in the middle of a fight; there's no time for this!".

He didn't respond; she didn't even receive the expected growl or pain. He merely inhaled deeply once again, as if the thing he smelt under the blood, gun powder and dust was a type of drug. A final inhale and he tilted his head before turning her face to his. A moment where their eyes locked and then Seras shuddered with dread when the male leaned in and kissed her softly; a faintly, barely there brush of the lips before his arm curled under and around her head and yanked her neck once again to the side. It was dangerous, and to her foolishness she started to struggle again but to no prevail as he lowered his head to nuzzle her neck. Yet the nagging feeling in her stomach told her something was not right with the situation. That nagging was fuelled by the hazed over look in his wolfen eyes; a red tinge had overtaken the normally calm and composed gaze.

"Damnit…!" She hissed when his fangs just barely grazed her neck and Seras scowled heavily as she watched the haze grow more vibrant out of the corner of her eyes. His hand was on the nape of her neck, threading calmingly through the hair at the base of her skull as a cool tongue moved dutifully over her neck. Glancing to the red eyes watching her carefully she bit her lip, finding that gaze to be screaming 'hold still'. Another growl, this one more vocal than the last, and his lips curled to reveal shining fangs. The faint trail of saliva that trailed down his bottom lip hit her neck and oozed down the skin, and Seras couldn't help her violent shudder. That was just gross.

He was toying with her, she realized suddenly as he nibbled on the skin as if tasting her; dragging it out to drain her energy. What he would do with her once she was out of power was unknown, but she knew it couldn't be good. A wave of worry engulfed her as she remembered Alucard's underlying concern in his last contact with her, if her Master was worried about this...Werewolf biting her it could only mean bad things. And for Master to be worried for her, those things would have to be very, very bad. That warm tongue slid up her neck again, this time trailing over her cheek to the corner of her eye where a single angry tear had escaped her eye. Something about him softened, apparently he had been pretty pissed she had been struggling but now seemed to be calmer with the access to her throat and the realization that she couldn't escape his hold on her; he seemed to ease with this knowledge.

With what she felt was false gentleness he ran his fingers through her hair, seemingly entranced by the shine of it despite the blood that mattered it she knew she would be extremely foolish to struggle in this apparent calmness but she could feel the threat lingering just beneath the surface. She could feel her death lingering under that glove…if he chose to he could smash her head in with that dangerous hand and all would be finished for her. "Get off of me," she stated again, determined not to give up until the end. He ignored her despite a low growl, like she figured he would, and though her wrists were slowly healing of their own accord they weren't healing nearly a quarter as fast as they should've been. She had been fighting for hours before she realised the Werewolf had been watching her, hanging back lurking in the shadows she was about to raise her gun to face him when he bounded over and destroyed her gun in moments. That's how this all started, and all she could do was be on the defence while he attacked, not giving her an opening to strike.

The Werewolf's jaws closing gently on her shoulder dragged her from her cursing, and she vocally cursed herself for losing track of the situation. He adjusted his position over her, pushing her closer to the floor with his actions, and with a wave of horror she realized he was grinding his hips against hers. Embarrassment flooded her chest when she realized that the Werewolf hadn't just been intimidating her; he had been dry humping her. A loud growl, a shift of his body, the tensing of his jaw muscles and those fangs tore through her flesh, eliciting a cry of pain from her pale throat as she felt the sharp points as his jaw continued to tighten. Unwillingly her back arched to him, a gasp escaped her lips as his hand went from her face to slipping to her back, holding her in that arched position, and his hips ground into hers more eagerly as he held her to him with a possessiveness she had seen on carnivores who were fighting over a piece of raw meat.

After a moment his teeth retracted from her shoulder, and she panted in pain as his arm laid her back down on the cold concrete as his tongue moved over the healing wound almost tenderly as she lay weak and incapable of fighting in the slightest. A wave of warmth engulfed her, and she felt the familiar pull of a mind entering hers. Before they could speak she said, her voice quivering "Master, what do I do now? I'm sorry...so sorry... he bit me. I'm...trapped...I need help, I don't know what's happening...!" she said almost frantic as she looked up to see the beast in his eyes pacing again.

"Gorgeous Fraulein."

Blue, terrified eyes lifted to the man atop her- and she stiffened at the satisfaction gleaning in his eyes. On HELL. She lay still as he fondly licked her cheek, repeating it leisurely.

"Beautiful Fraulein. You free me and now my chain wraps around you, binding you to me"

The rough, cool voice echoed in her mind as he patted her head gently. Did he have to bite her in order to make this psychic connection? And what the hell was he on about? She freed him? What the hell? As far as she knew they had only moments ago been trying to kill each other. "Master?" she asked, looking into the far depths of her mind "Pip?". A growl from the beast above her, his hips grinding against her's almost painfully.

"A suggestion: Mind your thoughts Fraulein. Do not make me angry."

A pause while he looked into her eyes, showing her that the violence he threatened her was dancing dangerously close to the surface.

"They are locked away, I am your only Master now."

Horror pulsed through her, and she took a moment to search frantically for the Vampire she called Master. There was a moment of complete dread before she found a small trace of him, and she visibly relaxed some. Thank the Gods. Whatever this Werewolf had down hadn't permanently or entirely severed the tie between Alucard and herself. His hips ground into hers again, his arm pulled her even closer to him if such an act was possible, and he growled by her ear to drag her attention back to him. He nuzzled her neck and she shuttered, twitching slightly fighting the compulsion she felt towards him. He was tickling that sensitive spot on her neck with his affection, and thankfully he knew the difference between her earlier shifting and this new squirming because he relaxed more and pulled her ear lobe into his mouth, sucking a bit and nibbling gently.

His knee was between her legs spreading them before she knew it, and his growls flowed one after the other as she started to struggle again. Shaking her head violently back and forth it wasn't until the red droplets of her tears were leaking out of the corner's of her eyes did he stop, a lone finger hooked into the thin cotton barrier that was between him and the soft flesh he wanted to penetrate. While he stared down confused at her she suddenly remembered his name, and she took her chance to negotiate before he began his decent again "Hans…I need to get back to my boss…please…".

A scowl swept over his face and be started to pull the cotton down her thigh. "I won't struggle!" he paused, eyes locking onto hers she stifled a sigh of pure relief. "Just let me get my Boss Home safely. And I won't struggle against you later- we can even find somewhere cleaner at...Hellsing" he stared down at her for a long time, before pulling her clothes back into place and standing, holding a hand down to her. She hesitated, and taking a deep breath she let him help her up. They stared at each other for a moment, letting her promise sink in he nodded. He raised a hand, and she flinched closing her eyes waiting for a blow that never came. She opened her eyes again after a moment, locking onto Han's who was looking at her with a sense of pain. After a moment she let him touch her cheek softly, only the briefest twitch of her eye being the tell-tale sign that his touch scared her. Thumb rubbing over her bottom lip he nodded again, eyes determined "I'll give you this indulgence as a gift, but after this we will have a long talk. And you Will. Not. Fight . Me" the force in his words made her breath catch, but she nodded, taking his hand hesitantly off her face he didn't let her untangle them as they walked through the hell that had become London- and onto a battle that'll change Hellsing forever.