Disclaimer: I don't own Hellsing. In this story, the characters new names and the plot are both mine, but that's it.

This is the first Hellsing fic I have written, so expect some OOC-ness. And some lemon.

His name was Calumn McAllister. He made his home in a small forest, only two miles across at the widest point. On the border of the forest was a small village, with about 500 people living in it. He barely ever went there, however. He didn't seem to fit in. He was just so different from all the other people there. In a crowd, he would be considered taller than usual, and he had blond hair, with green eyes. And, people often thought that he found the oddest things funny. For that reason, there were few excuses for him to go into town.

Mostly they were for new bowstrings or to buy minor supplies he couldn't find for himself in the forest. There was one upstanding reason, however. A girl. The girl Venus Ashley. He had been seeing her for about a year now, and she was the most beautiful girl he had ever met. She was quite short, only coming up to his shoulder, but that didn't bother him. She had platinum blond hair, and the most beautiful blue eyes. And a rather attractively large bosom, which made her the town desirable, although she hid it behind a neck-high gown, much to the detriment of her many admirers, and indeed, himself. But he thought, and she had said as much to him, that they were reaching a higher point in their relationship. He approached the gates of the village, thinking to himself of what dirty deeds the two of them were going to get up to that night.

And was being watched, unknown, by someone on the walls of the village. The watcher was cloaked in shadow, invisible to anyone not standing next to him. He was tall, with long, dark hair that cascaded down to his shoulder blades. His eyes seemed to glow dully in the dark; a strange, red glow that would have intimidated any who saw them. He closed his eyes, and smiled, showing a mouth full of pearly-white teeth, with oddly extended, razor-sharp canines. So the simple woods-guide thought he could take his bride away from him, did he? He'd soon see about that…

Chuckling softly to himself, the figure vanished through a dark portal that suddenly materialised beside him.

Meanwhile, Calumn stood in a room he had rented for a day at the inn. He was standing naked, looking through his pack to see what shape his good clothes were in. He had bought them specifically for meeting her. They had cost him a lot of money, most of what he had in his pouch, but it would be worth it. He wanted to wear them specifically for that night, when he would be staying with the lady Venus. He began to picture in his mind the things he was going to do to her later. Lost in his thoughts, he did not realise his manhood was stiffening. He was fully erect before he noticed, and smiled to himself, reflecting that he hoped it would come up that easily later on. He found his good clothes and laid them out on the bed. They were slightly wrinkled, but not too bad. Not bad enough that they would be noticeable when he was wearing them.

He had bought a pair of jet-black, felt trousers, with a crimson silk shirt and a black felt sleeveless overcoat that was lined with fine gold thread. Also he had bought a good pair of boots, polished black leather, made for formal dress but practical enough that they would not go to waste. He put his new clothes on, and strapped his sword-belt around his waist, his scabbards hanging down from his left hip, and in them the slender swords with points and blades sharp. They were about two and a half feet long, and were well-kept. The sword handles were slightly different from other swords, however. There was no hilt-guard, and the handles, wrapped tightly in leather, connected with the blades on a rod of metal that had been bent into S-shapes. Most would think that dangerous for the hands, but he was quick enough with them that he was in no danger. That was if his foes even got close enough to warrant his drawing his blades; Calumn also had a longbow with him, of the recurve variety – a composite longbow. The recurve gave extra power on his shots, and allowed for a farther range as well. Shouldering his bow on his right shoulder and slinging his pack over the left, he set off for his Lady Venus's house.

The dark watcher smiled grimly to himself. The man obviously thought much of himself, with those clothes. Pity they did not go well with his weapons; the combination made him look like an egotistical noble who thought too much of his skill with weapons. He waited until the man had left the inn and went to one of the windows, making sure to keep out of the direct sunlight, and watched the man walk down the street towards Miss Ashley's house. He smiled to himself again, permitting himself a small chuckle. It would be dark soon, and there was no way he was going to let this man have his way with the watcher's intended bride. He stepped back from the window; checked no-one was in the room and walked through another dark portal that had appeared next to him.

Calumn was enjoying a very nice dinner with his lady Venus. She had cooked a very pleasant roast pheasant dish with a sweet plum sauce and some baby potatoes. It was one of the best meals he had ever eaten, and not just because it was cooked by the woman he loved. He soaked the last of his sauce up with his last potato and placed it in his mouth, savouring the taste. He chewed and swallowed, and then said :

"That was delicious. Not the least because it was cooked by your fair hands."

She smiled. "Flatterer"

"I speak nothing but the truth. I don't know anyone else who could cook as well as you."

She giggled. "That's because you spend most of your time in the forest, eating what you can shoot and roasting it over a fire until its black."

He rocked back; feigning hurt, then smiled ruefully. "True. I can hide nothing from your wonderfully intelligent mind."

She smiled again and said "Flatterer" again.

He leaned in close and whispered "You've called me that already…"

She leaned in as well and replied "I know…but it's true…"

Their faces centimetres apart, their eyes linked, they leaned in closer together, and then he kissed her, softly, on the nose. He leant back to see her reaction, when she leaned in and kissed him passionately on the lips. He responded by flickering his tongue over her lips, which opened, and their tongues met and locked together. He put one hand behind her head and one hand on her shoulder. She smiled, and put her arms around his back.

He slowly slid his hand down from her shoulder and cupped her right breast through her clothing. He squeezed slightly, waiting to see if she would react. She pressed her body forward, pushing his hand into her breast. He smiled slightly during their kiss, and squeezed harder. They broke their kiss for a moment, a trail of saliva connecting their mouths, and stared into each other's eyes, his emerald green and hers cobalt blue, regaining their breath. Then he threw his head forward and captured her lips with his own again. Their tongues met and danced together again. He felt her hand sliding down his back round his waist to cup his stiffening member through his trousers. He opened his eyes to find hers staring into his, then closed his eyes again. Now it was her turn to smile as she slid her hand down the front of his trousers.

She unlaced them and slid her hand down the front of his undershorts, drawing his fully erect member out. He groaned, and squeezed harder on her breast. She began to slide her hand up and down his erectness, drawing another deep moan from his throat. Still kissing him, she moved her hand faster, drawing louder and deeper moans from his throat until suddenly his member jumped and his cream shot out of the tip, spilling all over her dress. Still locked in a kiss, she smiled. He looked down and realised what had happened, then tried to apologise for making a mess on her dress. She drew out of the kiss and placed a finger over his lips, silencing him. She then kissed his lips lightly, then bent down and kissed the tip of his now half erect member, tasting the light saltiness of his cream. She stood back up and smiled.

"Something tells me you enjoyed that?"

"I'm sorr-" he tried to say, but she put her finger over his lips again.

"Don't worry about it. It's just a dress. It will clean."

He bent down to kiss her again, but she backed away teasingly. "Ah ah, I think you've had enough tonight. Besides, I need to change. Do you not have another woman to go to?" she asked with a smile.

"I'm hurt. I could never love another that you," he replied.

Looking down at his still half erect member covered in his cream, she said "Obviously"

He looked down also and saw what she was looking at. His face flushed, and he began to do his trousers up again. She giggled. He strode towards her purposefully, hoping to catch her in another kiss, but she went upstairs and said "Excuse me while I go and change. I will assume that you will be back tomorrow night?"

He smiled ruefully and said "Tease. Of course I will be back tomorrow."

She smiled and said "Good. Tomorrow then," and disappeared upstairs. He smiled again, then gathered his belongings and left for his room at the inn, forced to spend his night alone, quite the opposite from what he had planned.

Listening at her bedroom door for him leaving, she heard the door close and sighed wistfully. She looked down at his cream on her dress, just over her stomach, then dabbed the tip of her finger in it and put the finger in her mouth. She sighed wistfully, whispered his name to herself then mopped up the rest of his cream with her finger, licking it off and enjoying the taste. She undid the laces of her dress, letting it fall to the ground. Her underskirt soon followed. Standing naked before her bed, she slowly slid her finger between her lower lips, moving it in and out, thinking of him and what she had almost done with him. Her finger slid deeper, drawing a gasp from her lips. She felt an explosion growing in her groin, then bursting forth in waves of pleasure. She gasped again, panting now, and lay down on her bed, staring at the ceiling and wishing it was tomorrow, until she fell asleep.

Calumn walked down the street towards the inn, feeling slightly uncomfortable for the wet stickiness in his trousers. He looked up while he was watching, and noticed a full moon in the sky. "That's odd," he said to himself. "The moon is so red tonight." He strode onwards down the street, thinking of her and wishing it was tomorrow.

The watcher floated freely in the sky, just catching the last thing Calumn had said. He chuckled. "I know" he said quietly. "Such a beautiful night. Perfect night if you're a bloodsucker…" He slowly faded into nothingness, and rematerialised outside Venus' house. He tried to walk through the wall, only to find he couldn't. "What the hell?" he thought. He tried again, with no result. "Damnit, what's going on here?" He cursed silently. He tried to open the door and go through. He found he could open the door and no more. He could not step through the threshold. "Damn!" He said silently to himself. "I'm going to have to do this the hard way..." He faded into nothingness again.

Venus, having heard the door opening, crept downstairs dressed only in a thin night robe, just in time to hear someone whispering to himself, and then silence. She crept forward to the door, and looked out. Nothing was there. Feeling slightly scared, she closed the door and locked it, stood at the window for a moment, then went back up to her room, cast off the night robe and climbed back into bed, sleeping a dreamless sleep until morning.

Wow, that was larger than I expected it was going to be. I'm quite pleased with this. If you are as well, please review and tell me!