Hellsing is owned by Kouta Hirano.
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Sex with a vampire is somehow both harsh and sweet. Although a woman, she is a living corpse. Her pale skin is cold to the touch, her heart does not race, and the red eyes that screw up in ecstasy have a strange wildness no human woman can reach. Yet although a living corpse, she is a lady. A regrettably nervous and frightened lady despite her smiles and assurances to the contrary. She forgets they are connected at the soul, and that he feels every bit of her fear and trepidation regarding this sort of contact. How she, whether she wants to or not, can't help but associate it with the day her only family was stolen and the night she herself was killed and reborn. She's tried blocking him from seeing those awful memories, and he has tried to stop himself from looking, but with a conjoined thread of life, secrets are impossible to keep. He sees it all. The two strange men that came into the house with guns. The vampire priest that stalked the village at night. Blood on the floor and ghouls in the forest. Hands reaching and grabbing where they are not welcome. She knows he would never hurt her. She is a lady, and she's his lady. But all these bitter memories she can't help but call to mind, even if it's only him.
He had no idea vampires cried blood until that night.