Only His: Chapter 1

Waves excitedly Hello everybody.

WARNING:

First of all, I want to make this clear. What I have written is a pretty full on look at BDSM, with a focus on the D&S bit. If you have no clue what I am talking about, google it. Otherwise you might be in for a shock.

This includes punishments, both sexual and non sexual and all that jazz. I have a few lemony and limey scenes, and I even have a yuri chapter, for all those lesbian scene lovers out there.

If tying somebody up, whipping somebody, sexual slavery or any other aspect of BDSM makes you uncomfortable, or if you don't agree with it, please discontinue reading. This is my first fanfic, and I don't want it spoilt by flames from ignorant people who didn't read my warning. Much fist shaking will ensue if this occurs.

Constructive criticism is appreciated. Suggestions are also.

Flames will be used to roast marshmallows, because roasted marshmallows are the way to go.

I will also add warnings at the top of chapters that I feel need it.

So Ladies, Gents and fantastical creatures, read on!

Thankyou, we love you! Goodnight!

Oh, I almost forgot

Disclaimer-face: I unfortunately own no part of Hellsing. I get no profit from writing this fiction. What a pity.

Prologue

She watched him, her eyes dark with bloodlust, and a different sort of desire. She licked her lips as He cut through the enemy as a hot knife would through butter, knifelike fangs and gun flashing valiantly in the light of the moon, red coat billowing in an unfelt wind. She could hear his laughter, thick and black, full of delight and full of His arrogance in His own immortality. A true Nosferatu.

She watched Him, gun on her shoulder, forgotten as she warred with her instincts, wanting blood, wanting Him, wanting to kill and kill and kill as the moon smiled down upon the carnage. She wanted to paint the walls in the blood of the foe, to watch it rain their anguish as she ripped their entrails from the bodies as He watched on, approving. But she knew she couldn't have that, damnit she didn't want it! She was terrified of the monster inside of her, that screaming crimson-eyed beast that delighted in the murder, in the flowing life pouring out of some poor soul's throat: the thing cried out for it day and night, never sated.

She moved through the pack of creatures wailing for her flesh, dispatching them almost absently with the huge metal beast tucked into her neck, explosions announcing her presence as the darkness announced His. She heard the prey shriek as He swooped in for the kill…

Then it was over. There was nothing else to kill, and the beast howled with outrage, seeking to lash out at everything in its reach. The outside enemy was gone, and only the one that was her still there, and so on she battled. The silent clash between the human and the monster that none were aware of…except perhaps the One In Red, His eyes sparkling with amusement as He watched her quiver whilst she fought with her bloodlust.

She couldn't meet His gaze, humiliation and undiluted rage turning her face the same shade as his voluminous red coat, but this only served to amuse Him more - until she came. Master of her Master, with her hard stare and harder voice. He turned away from her plight and greeted His Mistress, His face split with a grin of gleeful psychosis. A true Monster. Lust surged through her at the thought.

Control yourself, Police Girl. Those four words assailed her mind: a silent command to the beast, and it receded, ever subservient to the Creature's authority: the One who owned her. She saw His nod as she relaxed, back in control, and the tall woman turned away, making her way back towards the vehicle the same cream as her flowing locks.

The woman didn't see the longing look: full of the unknown (and the unspeakable), that the One in Red cast her as she left, but the cherry blonde one did. She was His, but she knew, as He readjusted His wide brimmed hat and pondered the night sky, that He would never be hers.

She too turned away, gun held absently in her left hand, and missed the speculative gaze the Nosferatu threw her over the top of His glasses, His lips smirking as He contemplated what she could possibly have meant by that little display…but He had a fair idea.

"…Cheeky Police Girl" He chuckled.