Scarlett Fever for Her
Genres: Horreur, Amour, Angoisse.
Rating: M- For mature themes.
✭ Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Hellsing, nor do I own Legolas Greenleaf from LOTR, but I do own my characters and most of the clothes.
Notes: Story holds Japanese/Japonais tags such as shimapan (La lingerie), oppai (Gros seins), and tsundere (Personé insensible).
"I went looking for trouble. And boy. I found her." -Peter Steele.
Chapter one- Corrosive Thoughts.
Creation. It began with innocence encased within a soft cocoon of mortal flesh, muscle, and bone. Growing within the womb of a nameless woman. The bones began to harden, and under translucent skin, weaving muscles bound to the bones. Together they formed a new life. The life of a prince, whom would later in his life be cursed by the greatest evil. He would become the first victim, a prince of darkness infected with the first strain of an immortal virus.
On this night, the moon was high, engorged, and glowing with purity. Alucard appeared in the courtyard from the shadows, dressed in his usual red outfit. He lifted his gaze up toward he beautiful eye of the sky for just a moment, before he strolled down a stray cobblestone path of the Hellsing estate.
Though he longed for the soft touch of the moonlight, it never reached him, for the darkness he harbored swallowed it on contact. As he passed between some larger trees, the moon became obscured behind the clusters of leaves and weaving branches.
The No-life King had been lost in his personal thoughts lately, exploring the deep sea of sorrowful memories that had formed through his un-life. He'd privately mocked mortals and their religious practices, they tried so desperately to earn their way into the arms of the sky by living "purely". He never understood it, even when he was alive.
It wasn't quite purity if such religious laws demanded the sacrilegious killing of others to preserve it, now was it? Pure fabrications of damnation built from biblical nonsense, just a cynical play of unyielding bullshit glorified by perverted wolves, smiling kindly dressed in their silk robes. All this sadness spread just to spend eternity in the arms of a thankless god. Was it not their god whom had stained his soul with eternal damnation through a curse? Surely not.
He didn't deny that all the stolen souls within the darkness he slept in knew the name of the former, even if he hadn't spoken it for centuries. Such a name did not matter anymore, but others did. The vampirical patriarch silently feared that those whispering souls of his were right. One day he would taint the pure soul of someone close to him. Her.
The first ones called "Brides" did not satisfy him when they had existed. Through all the women he'd taken compliant or not, he thought none could compare to her, until Seras Victoria. His new female had slowly burrowed her way into his frozen heart. For him a new battle was born every time he considered those joyous eyes and soft smile as anything more than, friendly. However, his new creation was not a replacement for the woman who remained lost in the bloodstained pages of his past.
It wouldn't be imaginary anymore, and wouldn't be just a slip of a question in his thoughts. Just as the night she became his wasn't a dream. A potential relationship of that level was one that he partly envisioned that night in Cheddar. Even now the memory was alive. The taste of her blood was fresh upon his tongue.
One silver bullet had turned him into her killer, one promise turned him into her savior, and one sinful kiss to her vestal lips spirited her away from the talons of death. It was there within his mind as he carried the undead girl toward his confused master. He knew then, that his longing would end. It wasn't just a dream anymore.
He wondered if his role in her un-life, a life under the ivory eye of night would dwindle as she grew older. If her adoration of him would disintegrate if he did not sail their relationship toward the path of greater intimacy. The more he studied his London girl through their missions together, the more unique she appeared.
Alucard knew the day she accepted herself, would be the day that she would desire to be set free and roam the world, to leave the safety of his shadow. He was unsure that the more possessive part of him would allow her freedom; there was no doubt she would deserve it if that moment ever did arise. Sacredly, he was dependent upon her. For she was his precious cure, a cure from the mental and spiritual torture he suffered long before her.
She was the only flower in his barren garden. A deep ruby-shaded rose with thorns, thorns he desired to wrap his fingers around. He silently begged to be wounded by her, and bled of his inner toxicity. He tried to imagine what joining with her would feel like.
Swimming in a riptide of a fire birthed from her. How it would feel to be at her mercy only, pulling him into the center of her sweet nectar so that he could drown within her purity as he ruined it. A child like her came along once in a lifetime, he knew that well.
He could vision her now, standing in front of him begging. Her heart shaped face filled with pure desire, and her clothes dropping to the floor around her feet in the grass. Her hands outstretched toward him, and her plump lips uttering his name over, and over. It was this frequent fantasy of her pursuing him that plagued him relentlessly.
He loathed the girl for her naivety, and longed to bring an end her lovely innocuous dreams and smother them with noxious nightmares. To bring about the animosity of her true nature that lurked underneath her skin. For her to awaken truly would be if Alucard brutalized Seras' very soul, and to that he was more than willing.
The only question that pledged him as he started back toward the manor.
Was Seras ready?
Three Weeks Earlier.
It had only been a few years since Seras joined Hellsing, and she was already begging her cruel sire to give her a more habitable place to live in, opposed to that cold, dank dungeon she'd been staying in since her arrival. To her dismay, he had refused, and she was running out of hope. It mattered not how much she excelled at her training or combat, Alucard denied her requests repeatedly, calling them "human pleasantries". The underprivileged draculina had decided it was time to take things into her own hands, and so she went. She went right to Integra and begged.
Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing was her own woman, a woman with a mind of damn near impenetrable steel that Hellsing loyalists admired from afar. Every ounce of her mind was definitively projected toward strengthening the Hellsing Organization. The only thing that mattered was crushing their enemy with brute force while, Alucard lapped up the bloody glory of their succession. She ruled with a feminist's iron fist and her dog was on standby, ready to rip apart the fools who so idiotically dared to oppose his master.
Integra knew that behind Alucard's orange tinted glasses, lived the eyes of a soul that had been tortured many times. A soul strengthened from the dormant suffering within his heart, containing all the horrors those red eyes had witnessed through countless lifetimes. She never asked of the atrocities committed by his own hands, she couldn't bear to hear them.
He was probably the only person that understood the thorn she harbored in her heart, since her childhood, but knew he would not be the one to pull it from her breast. The wall that divided them was there for a purpose and each made a silent promise, unknown to each other, that it would never be demolished.
As great a duo as slave and master seemed, when little Seras came into their lives they fought constantly over her as if they'd had a child together. Seras was so persistent in her whining for better accommodations that Integra decided to have a room made for her. She'd gone against Alucard, who felt betrayed by his master.
Alucard retained his aversion to the plans of his giggling fledgling, chuckling Butler, and snickering master through the months. His master did not seem to understand that allowing the girl to rest above ground was completely unnecessary, and by no means beneficial to her health.
Fortunately, Integra had gone three steps ahead and had a plan for a situation like this. The next night in her office she phoned a private glass manufacture to ensure that all the windows in production were carefully constructed with low-emissivity glass, thus blocking out the sunlight.
The Police Girl was a fresh vampire, and because she refused to feed like a vampire should, she suffered for it. The Police Girl was often pledged by nausea and fatigue during her missions, but she never failed to complete them and that impressed Alucard, to an extent.
Seras recently went on a rant about how disgusting blood was to the point of where Alucard began having, sadistic fantasies of force feeding her. They kept crashing into his thoughts, wave after wave each time she refused to obey him.
Finally reaching the brink of his tipping point, he fled to his master's office. He was finally forced to confide in that devil woman, who found his dismay humorous. Integra had to give the old vamp a reason to shut his mouth quick, before she shot his jaw clean off.
She told him to do what he felt he should, anything to better The Hellsing Organization (i.e. I don't care, you're on your own, go away). That made him happy, grimly happy. Integra secretly hoped that placing Seras' feeding matters into the hands of that dusty bat, would give her some personal peace.
A tired Seras Victoria squirmed as she stood in front of the large oak desk. Her swollen red eyes focused at Integra, who leaned forward in her chair, elbows on the desk with her fingers laced together. Seras must've had an apparent force feeding last night. The Heir glanced at Alucard coolly. His scarlet eyes slightly glowed bright before resuming their usual color, causing a smile to form at the corners of Integra's lips.
"Now that there are no objections," Integra said as she stared at Alucard pointedly, "let us proceed. The request has been fulfilled, Police girl."
Alucard felt like he had been mocked by his master, and his butler friend. He stood off to the side as silent as a feather, intrigued by the giddy expression his master held. His deep scarlet eyes crept over in the direction of Seras who thanked Integra, and glared at him with watery eyes. Clearly, she was still mad at him for last night.
He admired how lovely his fledgling looked standing there with her hands resting gently at her sides, her glossy lips half-opened just begging for attention. A serrated grin appeared on his cheeks as his eyes burned into hers. She felt the impending sense of danger go off in the back of her mind and quickly broke eye contact with him, blushing madly.
"Ah, I really can't thank you enough Sir!" Seras bowed her head toward Integra. The woman said nothing but nodded as the stogie between her teeth dropped ash. The smoke swirled in the air in the room, battling with the stale tension around it. Her ice blue eyes clashed with the marbled eyes of the girl in front of them, causing the perspiration to build within her suit.
"Now the matter of your uniforms," Integra stated as she glanced at the girl.
"By the Queen, what happened to them, to you most of all?"
Standing in front of Integra was a voluptuous girl whose assets showed rebelliously through the form fitting fabric of the wide-round-neck-elbow-sleeve-tee and ripped, charcoal grunge jean-shorts she wore. Her blond hair was messy with a few strands pulled behind one of her ears, leaving the other side to hang down her shoulder and upper back in soft waves.
"I-it's all master's fault! He unnecessarily had the hounds of Baskerville chase after me last night, and then h-he t-tore my clothes off me! I was forced to run for my life, naked!" Seras admitted angrily with tears in her eyes, pointing her shaking finger over at the cunning red vampire.
"Oh, dear!" Walter gasped with feigned astonishment. He pursed his lips, looking at the lithe frame of the big red vampire with disapproving eyes.
"Alucard! You made her run around here naked?! That is not how you feed someone! Look at what you did to her arms!" Alucard grinned as Integra yelled at him.
He knew he had not been gentle with his little Seras last night, as told by the bruises and scrapes on her arms and other places. In the recent event of her feeding, he'd gotten a little too excited and ripped apart her last proper uniform.
"The Police girl is being quite over dramatic about our little sparring game last night. I was simply testing her level of skill. I am pleased with you Police girl, you passed." He confirmed snidely to her with a cheek splitting grin. He momentarily forgot his about his mental plans of punishment for his fledgling as he marveled over her horrified expression.
The Iron Maiden was astounded by the unabashed pride Alucard exuded.
"You passed," Integra parroted.
"Y-you tried to kill me and all you can say is You passed!?" Seras cried.
Walter. C. Dornez was appreciating the fight. His blue eyes didn't fail to notice how perfectly the charcoal colored jeans-shorts clenched the backside of the little blonde before him. He adored the succulent lushness of her ass. Seras was very alluring for a girl her age, probably due to her firm plump breasts. Those mounds added with her lower body that curved in all the appropriate places, made her a foxy knockout.
He stood by the door with his hands behind his back, watching the whole scene unfold in front of him. He understood the situation clearly from his post near the doors as Integra's calm expression began to wilt away as the minutes passed. She was finally losing control of the situation and it seemed very fitting.
Walter's diligent navy eyes shifted back over to Seras, slowly feeling every inch of her up. His mouth curved into a sinister smile while his eyes came to the cleft of her sweet round ass in the tight jeans. He groaned internally, biting the inside of his cheek and continued his wandering gaze. In his mind, all he could hear was Seras' voice.
"See something you like?"
Walter had hardly taken notice of when Integra started to gain control of the situation. He longed to feel young again, to flirt, to promenade like a young full-feathered peacock. He was tired of his wrinkles, he was no longer beautiful as he'd once been in his youth. It has been so long since he'd had real sex.
"- and absolutely no more uniform ripping! That's final Alucard! If there is nothing else, Walter will escort you to your new accommodations Seras."
Integra glanced over at Walter, who performed a reaffirming nod, before bowing respectably at the waist with one white gloved hand pressed against his vest.
"Of course, Sir!" He chimed in a valiantly.
Seras could feel the rape vibes running through the room, feel all the groping eyes, scanning her with hungry predatory gazes. She wasn't something placed here for them to eye-fuck! Dammit she worked here! It was a shame back when she had to deal with this kind of crap on the force, and it was a shame now. Seras allowed an impressive growl to leave her throat to draw everyone out of their risqué fantasizes, so she could exit the room.
"Please excuse me," she said curtly to Integra who was still glaring daggers at Alucard, and addressed her with less than an equally respectable response.
"Off with you then."
Seras' mouth twitched in annoyance as she turned on her heel and left the room, Walter snapped out of his daze, following suit with his pony tail dancing gleefully. Alucard glanced over at Integra with a knowing smirk.
"Yes, my master?" He questioned slyly.
"I mean it Alucard, leave Seras alone." She warned tiredly.
"Is that an order?" Alucard mused.
"As your master, I command you, servant, leave the girl alone!" Integra shouted.
"As you wish," Alucard smirked. He then tilted his crimson fedora over his brow before sinking down into the carpet with a rich, malevolent chuckle.
Integra took one puff from her stogie then moved to smash the bud into a large glass ashtray on the desk. She reclined against the leather padding of the chair and rubbed her face with a small sigh.
"I hope she likes the other gifts," she mused. Light flickered from the swaying curtains behind her chair, her gloved hand went to grip the end of her favorite gold pen.
The space Walter had lead Seras to was lavishly decorated with all kinds of ritzy paintings and decorative round, ruby rugs. The white creepers on her feet tapped against the tasteful tile as she strolled around the room. She favored how the room was set in a French-modern style.
The three windows of the main room were fixed-framed, vanilla bordered window panes, all with special glass set into the whole length of two doors that opened in each window. The windows were glossed with a thin finish and possessed symmetrical nude shutters on the outside. The floor was made of tile, and the walls were painted in a deep rouge color. A small white doubled arm chaise sofa was placed against the farthest wall from the door.
Seras' eyes nearly popped out of their sockets when she discovered the plasma television mounted on the wall with a curved white sofa nearby. One would hardly ever catch Seras watching TV but, this was too fly to ignore.
"What is that room," she asked as she peeked curiously at a white shuttered door. Walter appeared out of the corner of her eye and gently led her over to the door with his hand on her shoulder.
"The bathing room is located here." He smiled kindly down to the nervous Draculina. Seras visually relaxed, much to Walter's relief as he held a gloved hand out gesturing for her to go open the door, while pushing on the small of her back with his other.
Seras curiously walked over to the shutter door, reaching her hand out to grasp the crystal knob. Anxiousness swirled in her belly as she turned it in hand, stepping into the dark bathroom. She sent her hands to work, trying to feel the wall for a switch or button.
"I wonder where that button is," she said aloud.
Walter's shadow cast over her when he appeared close behind her, and with a flick of his finger illuminated the entire bathroom. Seras hissed at the bright light, which made Walter raise his eyebrows in astonishment. Seras blushed as she she cupped her hands over her mouth and gave him an apologetic smile.
The Butler fixed his monocle and returned the smile, added with a gesture for her to continue through the bathroom. He observed her closely as he explained how to work the walk-in shower and change the temperature in the hot tub.
He knew she wasn't paying attention as she'd been too preoccupied with the cushy softness of the a round buckwheat oval bench that was in the middle of the bathroom. Seras tore her attention away from the bench, walking over to the ogle at the sink which was made from beige granite with a little shell shaped basin and pearl handles.
"Wait, I'm sorry did you say hot tub?" Seras' voice interrupted, with a lack of its usual casualness making Walter pause before answering her curtly.
"Indeed. Vampirical duties can get quite messy."
There was some bemusement to be had at the expense of her ecstatic expression. He watched her eyes widen as if one of her biggest dreams had finally come true! She swayed on her heels, causing him distress.
Not only is this hot tub mine but there's also a walk-in shower! Can this get any better?
Seras could only wonder. Walter seemed to read her expression and adjusted his monocle with a smirk as he moved across the white tile of the bathroom floor.
"Right this way Miss. Victoria your bedroom is waiting," Walter called to snap her out of the daze.
Seras turned away from the huge hot tub and ventured to him. He turned to the white door that she failed to notice earlier. He turned the knob in hand and opened it with a click.
The door opened to her bedroom and as it did, Seras felt her breath leave her the moment her eyes met the sea of white. The room was made for what seemed to be an angel. It was bright, with clean white walls and floors. Overhead hung a 14.36 Round Pendant Chandelier with over twenty little clear orbs attached to silver wires that spiraled down from a large base in the ceiling.
To Seras they looked like bubbles floating in the air, giving the room a mystical quality. A large cream vanity rested near the wall adjacent to the bathroom door. Seras broad smile vanished at the open ivory coffin placed at the top of a black three tier marble platform presented as the centerpiece of the room. Outside the coffin there was a cross shaped knob that was turned upside down.
"W-Walter, no! Not again! Not another one of these things!" She shouted slapping her hands to her face, dramatically looking down at the coffin as if it was from hell.
Walter turned to her, his monocle glinting and replied in a clear tone. "Girl, you know as well as I do that said thing you're referring to would be a coffin." Seras rolled her eyes as she put her hands on her hips and gave him a "no shit" expression.
"Of course, but why the hell is this coffin in my bedroom?" she asked leveling her nose with his, causing his eyes to wander down to her breasts.
"To have a vampire that doesn't sleep in a coffin, Miss. Victoria, would be utterly preposterous! You are a vampire so, there for, here you will sleep!" Walter leaned away from her overbearing presence, pointing to the coffin.
"You will remove this from my room and bring me a four-poster bed, you soggy crumpet," she ordered.
The age-old butler frowned at this bold little strumpet who'd dared to robbed him of more personal space. He could have had her hogtied before she knew what was happening, however, he stepped around the coffin and away from her. He looked her right in the eyes.
"It simply cannot be done, and the only person you have to blame for that is yourself," he begun flatly, but finished in a wary tone watching as her right eye twitched.
Within seconds, Seras lunged over the coffin and hooked her fingers into his vest. Walter gasped as he was yanked down, almost to the girl's level of vision.
"Why won't you listen to me, you fogy?! Am I speaking Gaelic? GIVE. ME. A. BED!" Cried the little vamp as she shook him with her fists. Poor Walter's head lolled back and forth as he held his hands up defensively. Seras paused her tantrum only to catch him smirking down at her.
"If there is anyone you should be fussing to, it should be your master. Alucard is the one who requested the order for a new coffin in the first place. He went to Integra and they made a compromise behind your back," Walter grunted in a less than apologetic tone.
Seras released Walter from her grip with a short thrust, letting him fall to the floor. Walter landed on his brittle old bum, "Oomph," he cried. He wasn't in his forties anymore, and this wild little cherry bomb was not making his arthritis an easier on him. She smirked up at the butler who had slowly climbed to his feet. Seras silently took in the little objects within the room, suddenly her roaming eyes caught sight of something sitting on the sofa.
"Humph, I can't say I'm surprised that he is the reason for this thing being here."
"No that would be yourself, I'm sure you've been feeling weak lately due to your refusal to ingest blood. As you are aware, you must now sleep in this box of dirt that holds the mud from your accursed birthplace to sustain the energy needed to exist," Walter explained crudely. After fixing his vest, he then dusted off his pants, navy eyes looking up to see her saunter away.
Near the coffin in the center of the room resided a long, red velvet tufted flat bench with cherry wood pegs. Seras spotted the two black bags on the seat. "Victoria's Secret" was written across the outside of the bags in pink letters.
"Who are these from?" Seras asked in delight. Picking up the bag, she turned to look back at Walter. He merely raised his brow in question.
"Oh, I do believe they are gifts from Sir. Integra," he answered.
He too wanted to know what was inside the bags, watching as Seras peeked into the first bag. He was slightly puzzled when the vampire went pale. She stepped away from the couch holding the bag protectively against her chest making him even more speculative.
"Wow, I just don't know what to say..."
She glanced at him with a deep blush crept across her face, ogling the lacy garments in the bag. She had always wanted a lacy thong or two because of their dainty feminine design, never expected to receive a collection of underwear from Integra of all people. She cried with joy at all the little wonders in this bag. These cheekie panties, those pairs upon pairs of lacy thongs, and this six-string lime-green micro-bikini were just, heavenly.
Seras felt it was nice that someone thought about her, because Alucard never allowed her to leave the premises to shop. He always denied her the simplest pleasures, and his retort was always "everything you need is in the darkness now". Her eyes flew to Walter who had stalked over to the sofa, picking an item up out of the other bag.
"Walter don't!" Seras warned with her hand out stretched trying to stop him, but she was too late.
The regal butler lifted a pair of skimpy, whipped-strawberry-pink striped cheekies out of the bag. He looked at Seras, then back into the garment in hand with a slight blush on his cheeks. He strolled over to her, placing the cute knickers in her shaky hand. He made sure to brush her fingers with his own.
"Don't worry Miss. Victoria, as a butler it is not my duty to judge. Though I must say Sir. Integra is a woman of impeccable taste," he mused.
Seras watched a wry smile cut into his lips as he stepped away from her and made to exit the room with his hands behind his back.
"I don't understand what you're on about, they're just knickers, aren't they?" Seras sighed down at the garment. Walter glanced over his shoulder with a smirk before he stepped out of the room and closed the door.
"These are really cute now that I think about it," she muttered clutching the panties to her chest with a minimal blush on her face.
"Police girl."
Seras jumped like an alley cat at the sound of Alucard's voice, but he was nowhere in sight. Her pale wild eyes shot down to the panties in her hands.
"Eeep! If Master saw these...", she made a brief calculating pause, "No I can't allow that to happen!"
The Femme-vamp looked around for a place to hide the panties in her trembling hands. She knew it was too late as she spun around, hiding the panties behind her back.
It was her master who'd appeared in her room in all his creepy glory. Her pale blue eyes widened, she dropped them down to her feet. She visually bristled at sound the of black leather boots scuffing the floor, they were coming toward her. She felt instant fear the moment his hateful shadow covered her, signifying that he was now towering over her. Seras was internally terrified of why he had come.
"M-Master you're not supposed to be in here!" She stuttered out, almost not having the courage to look up at him.
Alucard tilted his head to the side in the most unnatural way as he stared down at his little draculina through his orange glasses with a half-smirk. He probably never took off those circular orange-tinted wire-frame glasses, somehow, they added to his seductive scarlet eyes. He almost always wore his signature charcoal suit, accompanied by the red cravat. The cravat made him seem so regal and attractive. He was absent of the clad red duster and crimson fedora tonight.
What am I thinking, I can't be attracted to this psycho individual!
Seras noticed that the elder vampire's hair had grown out since the night in Cheddar, as had her own. His alluring Romanian features were well coupled by the silky, wild, and black tendrils displayed down the left of his slender face. His sharp jawline, pale skin, and murderous smile nearly frightened her to life.
Oh gods, why me?
Her eyes absently trailed down to his grey slacks and stopped at his groin, making her avert her eyes with a lite blush. Her pale blue eyes awkwardly tried to hold his hard-blazing gaze as her fingers fidgeted with the panties behind her back. Seras didn't realize he could hear her thoughts.
He saw the glare on her beautiful face and matched it with cold calculating eyes. He happened to be, curious as to what she was doing since she exited his Master's office. He'd been banned from her room, but he dismissed Integra's empty threat. Her master thought he'd drop in to see her room anyway.
What did he discover?
His innocent little cupcake of a fledgling slacking off of course. He found the way her gentle face was framed by her fluffy feathered vanilla locks attractive. Those plump lips pink lips were just begging to be bitten. The eyes of his shadow on the floor behind her provided him with a view of her backside, that alone made a vicious smirk form on his lips. However, the way she held her arms behind her back roused suspicions within him. What was she hiding?
"What do you have Police girl?"
He asked from above as she looked back with a "caught in the act" look on her face, making him slowly raise a dark brow.
"Um..." Seras stammered, trying to think of a lie.
I should be honest and admit the truth. No! What the hell am I thinking!? I can't tell him for if I did it would surely be my undoing.
"Nothing Master, nothing at all!" She answered.
"You're lying to me," he growled down to his ever fervent Childe.
"Why are you even here," She huffed with some attitude, her long bangs swayed across the bridge of her nose.
Mentally Seras smacked herself.
What the hell was am I thinking, talking-back to him. Such a thing means death, right?
She might not have been in the vampirical game for long, but she was sure Alucard wasn't going to take what she'd just said lightly. She knew that as she shrunk back from him, this night was going to get ugly.
Even though Alucard looked calm, he was bothered by the words he'd just heard from the girl across from him. He could tell something was off and it irked him that she would talk to him like that. She was his fledgling, her master, and he demanded respect. His scarlet eyes glowered at her from his orange welder's glasses, shocking her with an expression of hurt. She'd never seen before, it was alien to her.
"You dare to wag that tongue of yours to one as old as I?" He hissed.
Alucard watched as his fledgling quickly back-peddled herself far to the nearest wall. Seras squirmed against the wall, watching with frightful eyes as her master stalked toward her. She freaked at his lengthy languid strides that left her no time to escape.
His hand rose reaching toward her. Seras felt his fingers lightly touching her neck, in the spot where he had bitten her, and she bristled in an instant. Alucard adored the sweet shiver that ran up Seras' spine at his touch. She saw him smirk darkly as she tried to inch herself away from him; her small reactions only made him want to tease her more.
Seras quickly pressed her free hand against his chest to cease his movement. She knew as she looked up at him that she could not help the blood flowing to her cheeks.
"Don't toy with me or I'll tell Sir. Integra," she warned.
"Toy with you? Police Girl you are my toy to play with as I please." Alucard chuckled at her threat as if she were little more than a kitten (Bish please!).
The No-Life King suddenly pressed his body up against the smaller frame of his draculina. Ever so slowly, the master vampire moved his hands down the body of his childe. He smirked the moment her whole-body tensed against his. His lengthy, spindly digits moved up her hips, making her more uneasy.
Seras felt his hand brush against the lace of the cheekies behind her back and instantly realized that he knew. Her eyes widened as his hand latched onto the garment, but she couldn't just let him take them. Alucard felt it, whatever it was she was hiding. Now he needed to see it.
"Give it to me, Police Girl." He commanded.
"No," Seras whispered frightfully.
There was no reply from the elder vampire and that made her even more frightened of him. Alucard stared at her with a neutral expression, his hand shot out and yanked her wrist from behind her back. He clenched her wrist tightly, almost breaking it as she screamed for him to stop.
"Just release it already, I grow weary of this game." He yawned uncaringly.
Seras did as she was told, relaxing her grip on the garment and allowed him to take it. She sobbed with relief as her wrist was released. Alucard slid his glasses down his nose to get a better look at the silky beauties now in his gloved hand. These were expensive looking lingerie, made for a woman with ample sex appeal.
Now where the hell did she get this kind of garment? And who did she plan on wearing them for? Not only had she lied to him, but it was over a pair of naughty panties that he couldn't stop thinking about putting on her. His eyes jumped from the panties to her, and a wry smirk formed on his face.
Seras tilted her head back with an expression of sheer horror. Her master had taken the panties before she even had a chance to explain - now she was literally ankle deep in shit. At that precise moment, a very, very dirty thought crossed Alucard's mind.
"Exquisite Police girl, were they for a special event, or perhaps you just wanted to wear something a little risqué for me? I don't blame you, with a body like that, it would be unappealing for you to continue wearing teddy bear panties."
Seras didn't answer; she was too frightened. She kept her hands tucked against her chest, pale blue eyes staring warily up at Alucard.
How did he know I wore those?!
He still hadn't said anything else, just watched her, his wild eyes holding her prisoner. He could see her slightly tense as he stood, towering over her trembling form.
Should I run? How far would I get? Would he punish me for trying?
Alucard heard her thoughts and felt something rare for him. Guilt.
Seras was suddenly jerked forward by her shoulders, falling into the arms of her master. He trapped her against his chest and wrapped his strong arms around her petite form. He felt her small hands against his chest as well as her other parts rubbing against him.
He thought about her for a moment, trying to decide whether to punish her later for the lie. He didn't like how emotional she had become, red tears streaming down her elegant face.
"Waste your tears no longer my draculina," Alucard sighed.
Seras flinched as the shadow of his hand appeared over her face. Was he going to hit her? She wondered, waiting for a hit that never eyes slowly opened at the gloved hand that caressed her face softly. Seras glanced up to see a very pleasant expression painted on her master's handsome face. She found it odd.
"Never, lie to me again Seras." He warned his voice heavy with seriousness.
That was all he said to her. He then leaned down and brushed his lips against hers, slanting them over the much softer ones. He released her lips, their eyes holding each other's for just a moment, and then he let her go. He placed the panties in her hands, then turned away to stroll over to her new coffin for his own particular evaluation. He was planning an event.
Seras rubbed the remaining blush from her cheeks as she understood the double meaning in those words and the "I'll deal with you when I see fit." expression. She couldn't help but be curious as to why he kissed her for the second time. Realization hit her as she watched him examine her coffin. She figured that he was just messing with her again.
Seras was completely against the idea of this coffin in the place of a bed, which he could see she loathed. Alucard feeling rather generous, indulged her. He folded his arms over his chest and told her that she could either sleep in her own coffin, or join him in his. It didn't take her long to come up with an answer. She chose the white coffin, wisely.
Four Weeks Later.
Seras started sleeping in her coffin a month sooner than Alucard expected she would. He wasn't disappointed that she rejected his sly invitation to join him in his coffin. That was all right for now, because the white coffin she'd grown accustomed to was fitted with pressure locks and a single opening control on the outside that was used to disengage them. It left a vampire as weak as Seras was, with very few options on departure.
How Seras' new coffin worked was simple, she'd close the coffin before 5:00 am, and around 7:00 pm she would wait for someone to enter her room and rotate the cross-latch to the coffin from the outside, to which the Draculina wasn't thrilled about. She greatly expressed her disliked to the idea of waiting for someone to come and let her out like a dog, but her complaints fell on def ears.
Everything had worked out to how Alucard wanted it, except her feeding. Seras still refused to willingly drink blood. He'd forced her on many occasions, which he enjoyed but, he also wanted her to enjoy it as well. She would kindly tell others that asked about her meals, that she was "Hemo-intolerant" and a "Hemophobic" which made him want to knock her pretty head off her shoulders.
The elder vampire was going to enjoy tormenting his darling little fledgling. He phased though the floor from his own room to hers, malevolent scarlet eyes gleaming in the dark. There was something about the dark thrill in his eyes hidden away behind his glasses as he sat there in the shadows waiting. If his plan went exactly right, she would have no way to escape from him tonight, and the punishment that was to come.
The Police Girl leisurely strolled out the bathroom drying her hair with a towel. She was dressed in nothing but a red silk button up shirt and a pair of intimately inviting bra and panties. A smirk curled at his lips as he watched her slide down into the soft sheets of the coffin with a pleasurable groan.
To his displeasure, Seras decided leave the lid off. This only partly foiled his plans. Still, his sweet little fledgling remained oblivious to who was hiding in the shadows. Alucard decided that she should be punished, and invaded her dreams to corrupt them, and to possibly see what she was hiding away in her mind.
If only he knew, what a LOTR geek Seras Victoria was.
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