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My composure was that of a strung bow, taut and resolute. My back was firm, flush to the seat of my throne beneath the halls of Hellsing Manor.

I knew I must observe as a deranged beast, my hands like talons, roughly clasping the ends of my arm rests as I attempted to maintain my composure despite the alluring scent many floors above me.

Recently, my dear Master had found a sort of delight in torturing me this way. I say this; because there must be no other purpose to this devious task she undertook every few months.

The first time it occurred, I found it strange I was ordered to remain downstairs, with the strictest order of, "no matter what Alucard."

Then it happened.

Soon after my dear master returned above I smelt it.

I would have collapsed had it not been for the wall to my right. This thrill of unexpected bloodlust coursing through my dead, cold body was unlike any other.

My first resolution was to descend further into the cavernous basement of Hellsing manor. But no matter where I went the scent followed.

That time I had found myself haphazardly slumped into my chair, panting loudly and hungrily for a drop of that chaste and pure virgin blood of my master. Having no self-control to stop the impulse of my fangs as they shifted in my mouth. Pulsating with hungry need, I slumped over the arm rest attempting to control myself.

Not long after Walter had made his way downstairs with my usual meal, the cold and bagged blood of a stranger. But upon observing my disheveled and rough countenance he quietly placed the bag on the ground some feet a way from me and promptly left.

For many days I did not see my Master, nor was I called for and so I remained in bridled hunger. Fortunately, after a few days I finally regained control over my mind.

And now, the time had arisen once more. I knew that this base response to my more monstrous characteristics was due to the diet I had been compelled to endure over the past hundred years or so by the Hellsing family.

I heard the wood splinter between my fingers just as the needle pulled out of her arm.

I opened my mouth to taste the air and faintly I could taste it. My burning eyes slipped shut for a moment, heavy beneath my hunger. That was when I felt my back begin to slump in all self devouring bloodlust.

Immediately upon realizing this, I snapped my jaws closed and pushed myself back up, rigid in my throne. My eyes narrowed in determination, she would not win this time.

Although, my own parasitic existence would always leave me wanting but I would maintain my composure, my small master would soon be a woman.

"And then real games shall begin, Sir Integra,"

She will be the one left to her own insatiable desires.

And insatiable they would remain.

That is until I grew tired of that game.

And then I could begin a new one.

The deep and haughty laughter that slipped from my lips was that of a madman.

"Soon, My Master, soon."