Chapter 4

Notes:

Thanks to Silverhawke13 for her input into this chapter! Alucard the carp forever!!! And thanks for letting me use that quote from your story!!

To understand this story better, it is advisable to go read 'leashed darkness' by silverhawke13.

Finally- warnings for general torture. I've warned you.

Anderson was feeling pretty pleased with himself. Not only had he married the most beautiful woman in the world, (In his view anyway) he was part of Hellsing; he actually owned a piece of it!!

But the best bit? He had finally bested that damn vampire and had him under his control, 24/7 and up until the day Anderson died, when the control would be passed onto the next heir of Hellsing. Anderson felt fairly confident that he wouldn't be dying for a very long time, thanks to the Vatican turning him into a regenerator. Granted it still hurt when he got shot, but it didn't last that long and the bullets soon popped out again!

Besides he always had his beloved Integra to run it better for him.

The Vampire though. That unholy, spawn of hell, that was always lurking in the shadows, crimson eyes glowing in the darkness, the pearly white fangs stretched into that infernal grin, hat always tilted at an angle, always draped over Integra as if she was his play thing! Wispy arms roaming all over her body, in her hair...

It just made his blood boil at the thought! Still he had solved that little problem: that creature was bound to him, as he was to Integra and Anderson was not but determined that this vampire would learn his place, even if it took forever.

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"Slave! How many times have I told you to kneel when I enter a room?"

Alucard spun round, his eyes wide with terror, dropping the wine glass he was holding to the floor, its contents spilling onto the stone and seeping through the cracks. Alucard watched the mess slither towards Andersons boots with mounted horror.

"These boots were clean, Slave. Why are they not clean now?"

"Master, please, I didn't mean to..."

"Are you blaming me? Are you saying it was my fault?"

"NO! N..N..N..no my master! You just startled me! I mean, I didn't mean..."

"SILENCE!"

Alucard stopped pleading and backed up against the wall, hands braced against cold damp stone, chest heaving in fear.

Anderson looked at the Vampire with satisfaction as it kept its gaze fixed on the floor, one large bruise covering one side of his face.

Integra had questioned Alucard where he got the bruise from. Anderson had watched from the other side of the room, as the kneeling vampire, turned his head away and mumbled something about walking into a wall. Integra hadn't bought it for one moment, Anderson could tell, but she wasn't going to pry any further. And that,that made the game, just a little more fun. Especially as he had taken the vampires prized hat, coat and sunglasses away. The creature looked almost pitiful now

"You know what to do Slave." He hissed, throwing himself into Alucards throne, legs splayed either side.

Alucard swallowed, daring to raise his head.

"Master, I beg you, please don't make me."

Anderson sat up a little straighter.

"Did you just beg?" he questioned.

Alucard closed his eyes.

"Yes."

"Begging won't help you Slave. I need clean boots, now kneel and start licking!"

"I..I...I"

Alucard stared at the man sitting in his throne and froze. Too many memories were coming back.

"Lick my boots to thank me for not whipping you."

"No, No!" Alucard screamed making a dash for the door, dodging all of Anderson's limbs except one. A large hand shot out and grabbed an ankle that ran past, pulling it towards him, the body attached to the ankle falling face first onto the floor, eliciting a strangled cry from the vampire, its shirt ripped and torn.

Anderson growled as he stood to his full height and glared at the back of the vampire, sobbing and desperately trying to crawl away from the person holding his ankle.

Grabbing Alucard by the back of the neck, he dragged him upright until he was level with the vampire's wide eyes, blood tears running down the white bruised face.

"When ah tell you to do something vampire, you do it! UNDERSTAND YOU FILTHY CREATURE? YOU BELONG TO ME! ME! YOU ARE NOTHING AND IF AH HAVE TO BEAT IT INTO YOU THEN AH WILL! GOT IT?!"

Alucard only sobbed harder, hand weakly pushing at Anderson's shirt, telling him to go away.

Anderson narrowed his eyes, fist tightening around Alucard's neck.

"Let's do it the hard way then shall we?"

Anderson reached behind his back and pulled out a blessed bayonet and a sheet of the bible. Hitched breathing was heard from the vampire as the objects came into view.

"Remember these, vampire? Hurt a bit I would imagine, but let's find out!"

And with that Anderson slammed Alucard up against the wall and drove the bible page with the bayonet into Alucards chest.

Alucard screamed, his body crying in pain as the feeling of frozenness made its way up his body as he was pinned to the wall.

Anderson smirked and drew out a long object wrapped in cloth. Alucard whimpered as he noticed the object through the haze of pain and a trickle of blood escaped his mouth.

"Say goodbye to that shirt Demon!"

Unwrapping the object, Anderson held up a long whip, its ends barbed with silver pieces and cracked it towards the immobile vampire, making it snap onto his chest, leaving red marks. Anderson laughed, his voice booming around the dungeon.

"How does it feel to be in hell vampire?" he roared bringing his arm back for another crack.

Alucard screeched as the whip caught him around his waist, leaving a bloody trail and a ruined shirt in its wake.

"Say it Slave! Agree to lick my boots and it can all end now!"

"YES!" Alucard screamed as he regained movement in his arms and clutched the bayonet in his chest.

"Yes what?"

"Yes, I will lick your boots master, please, let me down, please." Alucard whispered eyes drawn to the bayonet in his chest.

Anderson grinned and pulled the bayonet out with one swift movement, leaving Alucard to crumple on the floor, moaning in pain.

One foot appeared in the vampire's vision. Alucard eyed it warily.

"Lick."

Alucard dragged himself forward and bent his head so it was level with the boot. Tentively , he drew out his tongue and began to lick the boots all over.

When Anderson was satisfied, he looked down towards where the vampire was still kneeling, arms wrapped around its middle, waiting to fend off an unseen attack.

Kneeling own, he raised Alucards chin.

"Remember slave, you're mine. Another show of defiance and I won't be so lenient next time."

"Yes my master."

Anderson sneered and dropped the head back down, walking out of the door leaving Alucard on the floor, in a bloody heap.

Alucard took in a haggard breath: how had Anderson got hold of that whip? Last time he saw it, it was in the possession of Abraham Hellsing, who used it on his vampire many times. But how did Anderson come into possession of it?

All Alucard knew was that he was hell, and he wasn't getting out anytime soon.