Sorry about the delay, but I've hardly been able to just sit down and write. I also know its a short chapter, but I hope to be able to continue as soon as posible.
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Chapter 4.
The Count sighed as boredom took over his mind. His last missions had lasted far less than any others, the stupid vampire maggots not being able to handle more than three minutes of his power without the Cromwell approval at best. At first he had thought that scum was getting even worse as Iscariot's troops crept more and more into the protestant lands. Maybe the bloody fools had gone and killed all the real threats and left him with the bottom of the worst. Those bastards, they'd pay with that Judas Priest's death. A smile crept on to his lips as that thought invaded his mind. But he threw it away as his attention was centered in his little Draculina. Her power had grown far too abnormally in the past two weeks. One night she'd hit her head against the coffin door, the next she'd instinctively phase through it. Maybe drinking her blood was the magic key to her progress, although that hardly made sense if one noticed that she had been drinking her blood every night for six weeks. Something just didn't fit right, and it bothered him superlatively. He knew the answer to his dwelling; it was nagging at the back of his head, taunting him every day and night.
"Alucard, report to me immediately!" the voice of his Master broke all concentration as he cursed and sweared at the heiress. He found her sitting in her usual seat, a look of cold and harsh deceit in her eyes. Bowing he took a seat in front of her desk, slowly crossing his legs and placing his folded hand on top of them. He also had removed his fedora and glasses, letting his eyes dive into hers in search of answers. "You have completed your mission perfectly in a matter of five minutes, and to my amazement, with no hassle or need for the Cromwell approval at all." Her eyes fell down on the book on top of the desk.
"Yes, they were only vampire scum Master." He snorted "My theory is that the dirty pigs from the Vatican Section XIII are stealing the actual threats to bore me to death" His grin grew larger. She, on the other hand, only flipped the old page of the book, over looking the content of it.
"Is that so…" She took a cigar from her drawer and lit it up, a puff of smoke appearing. "How is officer Victoria doing?" Alucard's brow popped up as his mind tried to create a logical pattern out of the questions. "Answer the question vampire" Integra flipped another page, once more browsing the content.
"She is doing fine Master." His grin reoccupied its place. "Her power is growing in vast amounts lately, but it might be because of her steady feeding." Integra closed the book in a loud bang.
"I doubt it." She angrily got up, stomping towards the window. "You're lying Count." The words spat out like venom. "Tell me the truth." Alucard slowly walked to her left side.
"I have not lied my Master." She snorted, her anger now deceiving her façade.
"I will not let you escape from this family just because Abraham did not seal you properly." Alucard's grin widened. "Yes, your seals might be breaking, but I will keep you Alucard." The Count laughed.
"How do you expect to do that little Hellsing? Are you going to stick me with super glue?" his laugh gained strength. "I will not let you seal me again."
"Yes you will" he laughed even harder. "You will for your fledgling's sake, Alucard." His laugh was cut dry as his stare fell down on her. "She is getting pretty strong, and even though she is in my command, it is not a direct link, you are in the middle and I do know your trickery and shenanigans far to well to leave this as it is." An evil smile took over her face as the vampire's grin fell to the ground.
"What would you do to her if I were to decline such hopeless offer?" a chuckle escaped her throat.
"I'd give her the peace you took away from her." His lips curved into a smile.
"You, my dear Master, can not kill her." Her lips formed a wicked grin on her face.
"But you, my servant, can. And while those seals are still effective, you are under my orders. So choose, stay my family's servant until you are freed or kill your dear fledgling" his eyes burned with rage as he bent down in a bow.
"Your orders, my Master?" she laughed as she patted his head, as if it was a dog beside her and not a Count. His rage burned every corner of his mind as he swore to any God, man, animal or thing that she would pay for what she was enforcing on him, and even worse, his little Draculina. They would not forever be treated like toys, and she would learn the pain of it, sooner or later.