Disclaimer: All characters, settings, and plots belonging to the Hellsing manga or anime are property of Kouta Hirano and Co. I am not profiting from this fiction and am merely writing it in tribute to a series I fully appreciate. Also, this story contains violence, adult content, and possible triggers.

Stasis
Chapter I

It didn't take long. The last of the Hellsing line was barely beneath the ground before he was upon her.

Alucard had watched with respect as Integra lay dying in her old age. He watched with respect... But he also waited.

He watched as his fledgling attended the heiress, insisting she wanted to do the menial tasks herself. He watched as Integra tried to shoo the eternal woman away with an indignant look which faded into a weary but longing smile when the vampiress wasn't looking. He watched the despairing looks the small vampire would give the aged woman when staying awake became too much of a task for the heiress, before shooting those same sad eyes to himself for strength.

He watched his draculina take as much comfort as she deemed appropriate from himself, standing as closely to his side as could be deemed appropriate, while he threw remarks to rile the bedridden woman. He watched Integra take her last breath as her eyes locked with his in both a furious and remorseful stare... And as Seras Victoria crumbled into despair as the only other person sans himself she could call family, left life behind.

Three days later he watched the funeral from beneath the tree line at a distance while his fledgling stared out from his side, slow occasional tears traveling her cheeks down to rain from her tight jaw. He waited for the ceremony to end... He watched... He waited... And he smiled a long, cruel cut of sharp teeth and burning eyes.

When the night came, he found himself in the office of the deceased, staring up from the large windows, witnessing the clouds roll by. Thinking. Patient. Ticking of an old grandfather clock marking the constant passage of time in the quiet halls. The barrier his servant pinned to every surface of the manor shifted and he felt her soundless presence come to a halt beside the desk at his back.

"Master...?"

He closed his eyes. Anticipation. A shiver wanting to dance up his spine in reaction to her voice; he squashed the urge.

"We'll be leaving soon, won't we? Leaving... England?"

He smirked. She knew that much, felt his restless energy, the excitement thrumming through the air. She didn't know the half of it.

Turning to her, a dark grin on his face that contrasted with the absolute command within his eyes, he spoke.

"Are you afraid to leave your home?" He asked, a playful tone from his lips shadowed by possessive eyes and a towering frame stalking closer to the undead woman. Seras watched him walk forward and come to a halt at her side to stare down at her. He watched her breath hitch in a curious mix of sadness and embarrassment, her face reddening in a curious manner, and her eyes shooting to the ground before she forced a more composed expression and met his gaze.

All these years, still a child in so many ways. "My home is with you, Master. I could never leave your side... I would never want to." Her sure loyal voice spoke despite her unease.

His blood started to pick up from the slow boil it had been forced to simmer at for the almost six decades passed. "Is that so?" He questioned languorously. His stare sharpened, pupils dilating, and she picked up on it through the tint of his lenses. She swallowed once before tilting her head in one sure nod and smiling a shy smile before looking off to the side to break from his gaze. "I suppose I should pack up the few items I have worth taking..." She trailed off, taking a step back against the desk before he saw the signs of her body preparing to turn to the side to walk from his presence.

An action. A whip of an arm. Wide brimmed hat falling to the floor. A crack against the desk of the once commanding knight. Seras stared into his eyes through his lenses as he leaned down, long body low and towering over her bent form, his right hand locked into the indented desk and his left gripping the collar of her uniform.

Anticipation.

His blood hammered akin to artillery fire. Skin pulling taunt. He smelt the newly added blood through her skin. Heard the unnaturally slow circulation stutter to halt in her veins.

"Master?" Her voice pulled at him, her right hand clenching his at her collar and her left softly gripping his left forearm as her elbow rested on the desktop to keep from falling flat. He smirked sharply once more as he spoke, "By my side for eternity?" She nodded at the question, red eyes still wide. "So sure. What, pray tell, will you be doing there for so long?"

Seras' face contorted into a cross of hurt and confusion, and it seemed to take many long minutes for her to compose her thoughts. "Just to be there is enough. I just want to be with you, Master. I'll never leave you alone. I promise I'll try my best." Her face suddenly contorted into fiery indignation, "But I won't leave! I don't care if you don't want me following you anymore! So don't you dare try to make me because I-I swear you'll have to kill me!" Her red eyes glared in defiance as she scowled up into his face.

He laughed, his head whipping back as his manic amusement boomed throughout the room. "Master! Don't laugh at m-!" He cut her off as his face swiftly returned to hover above hers, his eyes glowing hell fire in the darkness. "You have such innocence, my Draculina. Even after all this time. Allow me to tell you a story." His baritone voice rumbled out into the empty room, pushing more frustrated embarrassment but also curiosity into her.

"Many years ago on a beautiful night when the blood red moon was high, the king of monsters witnessed a beautiful, innocent police girl being captured by a filthy, false vicar." Alucard gifted a toothy grin at her widened stare. "Once he saw the fight in her pure spirit he decided he wanted her for himself, so when the king of monsters saved the girl with a fatal strike, he gave her a choice: Die a human or walk with him in the night." He paused eyeing Seras from her waist up to her face and smirking wider as he watched her eyes glaze over slightly in memory.

He gave her collar a slight pull and her eyes focused on him once more. "The police girl chose to join him in the night and the monster was pleased for he wanted her... Body and soul. Yet, the king of monsters served a righteous knight and the knight forbade the monster king from having the girl." He paused, his grin slipping from his face to be replaced by stern lips and enraged eyes. Seras stared upon him with her wide eyes as comprehension filtered through her and he watched the emotions flutter across her face before continuing.

"Soon after, there was a great war and though the knight and the new Draculina made it through victorious, the king of monsters had been exiled to a shattered existence." He paused once more, his hand sliding from her collar to cup her shoulder, the thumb of his hand starting a lazy circular motion as his eyes bore further into hers. Her teeth began to worry her bottom lip and he lowered his face until the tip of his nose was an inch from hers, instantly freezing her.

His voice whispered out low and focused, "For thirty years, the king of monsters fought the souls he had consumed to return to himself and for thirty years the only true comfort he'd had was the wisp of a dream or a melody of voice from his Draculina through their deeply buried connection." Seras sucked in a breath, eyes tearing. "Yet on the eve of his return, the righteous knight once again forbade the monster king from having his Draculina and ordered that he maintain a respectable distance from her." His eyes glinted with insanity and an expression stuck between a smirk and a scowl twisted his features.

Alucard's right hand grasped the blonde's elbow pulling forward while the hand on her shoulder found the middle of Seras' chest and pushed her flat down onto the surface of the desk despite her cry of protest, her head smacking the surface as she tried to grasp his arm to stop the descent. Her hands gripped his arm which held her down as his other traveled up from her knee to her hip as he pushed himself forward between her hanging legs. She didn't fight him as his thumb rubbed against her hip and he didn't press further. His mouth turned down in displeasure and the steel hand on her chest pushed down harder between her breasts causing her flush to darken further.

"The king of monsters found that in his absence, the righteous knight had fallen into infatuation with the Draculina that loyally served her. The Draculina did not know this nor did she know how the king had been ordered to stay distant and being thus, the Draculina continued to serve the knight happily, while the knight basked in her attentions, and the king of monsters was forced to watch... And do nothing. That is until twenty-five years had passed and the righteous knight passed into permanent death, leaving only the Draculina and the King of Monsters behind."

Alucard leaned over her nervous form, his right hand traveling from her hip up her side. Seras reflexively made to grab at the roaming appendage, though it was for naught as his hand swiftly engulfed her wrist trapping it up and beside her face as he leaned closer. "Would you like me to tell you how the story ends?" He gleefully whispered, his rich breath fanning across her mouth. The air in her lungs caught, stopping in her throat.

Hunger. The red of his irises engulfed the whites of his eyes and Seras let out a yell as the hand pushing her into the desk fisted into her uniform and bra and ripped down and away from her body tearing the front of her uniform top and her bra completely off. She twisted and tried to cover her breasts with her arm, but he wrenched it from her bosom with his own free hand and trapped it with her other wrist above her head. "Master! Please stop! PLEAS-" Seras cut off in a gasp. She stared into her master's lens covered eyes with disbelief, mortified fear, and an unwilling shock of pleasure as he watched her. His mouth engulfed her left breast like a meal, his tongue swirling around her peaked pink nipple as his whole mouth sucked and his saw like teeth bit down hard and deep into her breast.

Her blood. Deafened to sound by the roar in his veins as he swallowed the liquid deeply and vigorously. Pure, sweet, unadulterated crimson life just for him. Always for him. She was always his.

In his euphoria his grip slipped and in her embarrassed panic, she loosed her right wrist and swung punching his face so hard his head jerked to the left and his neck snapped as his glasses shattered and flew from his face to scatter in pieces across the marble floor of the office. His head whipped back to face her with uncomprehending rage and he grasped her by the shoulders before she could get away and slammed her back hard onto the table. "I WILL HAVE YOU!" He slammed her again. "You think I don't know your thoughts!" And again. "You think I didn't see your every desire for thirty years!" And again. "YOU. ARE. MINE. AND. SHE. IS. GONE!" Again, he slammed her down for every word.

He leaned in close to her face, his breath panting uncontrolled in his outrage. "I know you want me as a woman wants a man. As I want you. She can not stop me any longer..." his voice deepened, feral "nor will you stop me!" He lifted to slam her down once again and possibly through the desk, but her hands grasped into his shirt and her voice cried out in gut-wrenching panic and despair as she clutched at him, " MASTER! Please don't take me for the first time in anger! I am yours! I am yours, I swear! Please! Please do not be angry any more. I am here, and I love you, and I am yours!" Red tears rolled hot and steadily as a beseeching face pleaded up at him.

His eyes widened, the whites returning and his breath caught in his throat. He looked down at her bloody disheveled form, trembling and gripping him both out of fear and seeking comfort. She could have fought him more, ripped into him like an enemy, but her loyalty to him prevented it, he knew. His sweet Seras Victoria. He'd almost violated her like the scum that had violated her mother's corpse.

He closed his eyes briefly taking in a deep breath and leaned forward, wrapping his arms around her, one around her waist and the other around her back to twine his fingers into her golden locks. His lips kissed her hair, long fingered hands rubbing soothingly as he pulled her closer and swung her up into his arms as his shadows swallowed them up and away from the moonlight.

AN: This might turn into a three or more chapter story. We'll see. Also, please take the time to review. Feedback is very helpful as I do not have a beta and every review helps me determine the overall issues, reception of the story thus far, and has the added motivational bonus. Thanks!