Well, that was a much better turn out than expected... I asked for only three reviews and ended up with five... I can't thank you all enough for your kind words, especially xVentressx, who has reviewed since the beginning, Happy94Goth, whose review was just awesome and made me blush with pride. And not forgetting ThisIsMelon, whose kind comments also inspired me to write some more. Thank you all!

WARNING! There is a touch of lime in this chapter! I was asked for naughty scenes, and I was also asked not to hurry the relationship, so instead, I conceded and wrote a small lime, enjoy! :3 Oh, and there is bloody violence!

The song used in this chapter is 'The Headless Waltz' by Voltaire.

The scent was driving me crazy. Coupled with the close vicinity, I knew I would eventually go insane. Not that it was a bad smell, oh no, it was the most delicious, edible scent that had ever graced my senses, permeating the air of the hotel room, even when we had only been here but an hour. Drawing in a deep breath, I took in all of the earthy, cinnamon goodness that I could, to try and keep my control when the reason for my suffering would enter the room, perhaps if I overwhelmed myself with it, I wouldn't want to throw the vampire to the bed and bury my head into his throat where the scent was strongest... Something inside me doubted it, calling out to me and asking why I was being so stubborn, why was I resisting him so much? The animalistic part that had no human reasoning was pleading it's case just as well, he was a fit, powerful male, why should we not be mates? Answer: He was a blood-sucking, leeching bastard who only cared about how much of a rise he could get out of me with every taunting comment, every grope as he passed me by. Even the seductive lilt that his voice had taken on was merely a guise, his intent - instead of seeking me out - being only for his entertainment to cease the endless boredom that one would probably accumulate over five centuries of life. I had only four, so I guess that either I had lived a much fuller and enjoyable life, or that another hundred years made all the difference. How many battles he must have seen, how many souls he must have sucked dry and imprisoned in the dark cave of his mind, that probably brimmed with people who had fought against, and with him. Him, the great Dracula, Vlad the Impaler, how many lives had he left an imprint on, how many bloodlines carried his blood, passed on from his sons through the generations until it was so diluted that they didn't even remember the days when their forefathers fought bloody wars on horse-back, with only their swords and bows to kill... Snarling sharply at myself, I drew my thoughts away from the No-Life, fang-face, who wasn't worth a moment of my time, even though he kept me on my toes... Groaning this time, I slapped a palm to my forehead and fell back upon the soft bed I had been sitting on at the time, my wings folding in tightly beneath me, cushioning my back. My arms spread wide on the duvet, fisting the material in clenched hands as I tried to rid my thoughts of the man in red, but clearly, my body was in no mood for that.

Sitting here by myself wasn't helping, but I wasn't allowed out on my own, and although I didn't know the exact reason for my new, comfier imprisonment, I was pretty sure it was to do with the two huge feathered appendages on my back, especially since I had grown my feathers back. From that point, my wingspan had changed from around fifteen feet, to a hefty twenty feet, and instead of skin and bone now had a flourish of wonderfully coloured raven feathers that had a blue tinge to them in bright light. As I waited for Lord Draculass to reappear, I took one of said feathers into my hand - one of the smaller ones that would re-grow almost instantaneously and didn't affect flight - plucking it clean out with almost no pain at all. Maybe if I could have some of my old powers back, I might be a bit more useful on my trips, so, holding the feather out, I let it go, watching the object flutter to the ground, dancing in the air as I remembered I used to do in the dance floors of the heavens, the ground coated with a fine mist like fluffy clouds, twirling between the other partners, laughing delightedly. However, my type of dance was no longer that carefree happiness, instead, I now danced the dance of death, killing with every turn, blade slicing and cutting... I dragged myself back from my memories and quickly caught the feather with a shadow, watching as the quill glowed white for a moment, then began to wither away to nothingness at the deadly touch. My ability to suck energy from auras and emotion was no small feat, but nor was it impressive, and surely draining the energy from myself was counterproductive in a way. I was just about to begin trying to drain the neighbouring rooms when a figure phased through the wall, his body intangible and almost see through as the brim of the fedora came through first, followed by hands, then the rest of his body.

"Good evening, my sweet smelling angel" Came the deep purring voice and I ground my teeth together, already hating Integra for the situation that she had put me in. If I came out of this without Alucard having had his way with me, I may drop the terms of her punishment. Maybe I would pour salt in her tea for the next month... Even better! I could blame the bloody vampire for it and kill two birds with one stone! In my excitement over my new-found plan, I didn't feel the long fingers encased in gloves creeping up my knee as I gazed up to the ceiling of the room, the touch tickling through my thick black jeans. Just when I had everything planned out, he brushed against my inner thigh, my hand automatically snatching at his wrist and twisting until I heard the bones grind and break with minimal effort from me. Grinning in amusement at me, he simply pulled his hand away, already healed, flexing his long fingers and laughing.

"Feisty tonight are we?" He asked, leaning himself over me on the bed, eyes closing in delight for a moment as he inhaled, taking in the scent of a breeding female, then he stood up rather abruptly, "I have found some valuable information, tonight at the nearby estate that the scum has been hunting in, there is to be a party at a large house that attracts some unusual participants, supposedly it is to imitate the Victorian era" When I gestured for him to continue, he pulled a scroll of paper from his pocket that would have been impressive and aged looking if I had not smelled the coffee from it, no doubt used to stain it the colour it was. Held tauntingly between his forefinger and thumb, I immediately knew that the vampire was playing with me, silently asking me to grab it, but I ignored him, trying my hardest not to move towards him and sniff at him. If I had thought that basking in the diluted smell would help, I was seriously deluded. I had not lusted after him as much as when he was standing within feet of me. He was the picture of sexy right now, especially the expression on his face; his grin was now a lopsided smirk, eyes sparkling with mirth, black hair cascading over one side of his face.

"A party?" I questioned, standing from the bed then turning to the tiny wardrobe that held my spare clothes, wondering what I would wear for it, whether I should wear a long flowing dress or something short. Perhaps tonight I could pick up a mortal man who had no chance of impregnating me and sate my lust for booth the body and my fierce bloodlust that had gone forgotten for so long. Awakened by the presence of one of the bloodiest immortal whose aura I had cared to taste. The vampire never ceased his terrifying grin, baring all of those pointed teeth when he answered me.

"Yes, little one, a party for all of the people who would have rather been born in a different age, who dance as though they were Victorian men and woman, they are easy prey for many vampires who were born in that time period, acting courteously until they can single them out. Then..." He trailed off, his eyes igniting with excitable fire, he didn't need to complete the rest, I could complete it myself. The vampire lured them away from their companions of the night, pretending to be a gentleman interesting in another era, from which he had actually been born, then he would drink her dry, lopping off her head if she were virginal or adding to his collection of horrific ghouls if she were not. Alucard's aura was contagious as he moved through the room towards me, his scent growing stronger with every step. Holding back a groan as he invaded all of my senses, I felt a fleeting touch on my neck, drawing my wildly waving hair away from my neck, he was bending his tall frame down until his mouth was at my neck, a hard bulge was grinding at my backside as he held me firmly in place with his other hand. I stood, frozen, but not by fear, no, but rather, I was waiting to see what he would do; instead of the bite that I was expecting, a wet appendage caressed across the sensitive flesh, my heightened emotions causing me to moan and arch back into the vampire and his skilled mouth. The mouth left my neck and my body automatically leaned back, seeking more of the contact from him, but I was met with empty air, only the feeling of his power pressing against me letting me know that he was by my side now.

"You will be willing, and not under the influence of your heat cycle when I take you," The vampire growled into my ear, voice husky. The rational part of my brain agreed with him, until it took over again and I shoved him away from me...God-damn it, Lilith, get a hold of yourself! We are on a mission! Hastily searching through the wardrobe, I pulled out a dress in the darkest blue, then promptly turned back to Alucard.

"What about my wings, I can't hide them?" I asked, furrowing my eyebrows in confusion. Surely I couldn't just march in with my wings out, that would blow our cover.

"You don't have to, there are many people who show up with such fake additions on, so you will still fit in, now, for your clothing," I was beginning to have a bad feeling as Alucard's ebony shadows wound around my body and I could feel it, like a million tiny mouths devouring my current clothing, then spinning me a new dress underneath it. Writhing as they tickled my sides, I giggled, sweeping the darkness away from my body, watching it draw back into the vampire and leaving my new coverings behind... I gasped, the dress... It was stunning, made from the smoothest black silk that rippled down over my body like a black waterfall, sweeping the ground at my feet where it became a long trail of foamy blackness. There was no shoulder straps, and the clothing was held only in place by the swell of my bosom underneath it. Turning a circle, I glowed with delight as the trail floated out behind me, just as all my dresses had as a child! Turning to thank Alucard, my jaw dropped. His clothes had also been changed, and he now wore a black suit, a crimson shirt just showing from underneath a waistcoat stretched tightly over his muscle, with a black tie neatly tucked in. The buttons on the suit shone brass, and I snickered as I noticed the gloves he still wore.

"Bound 'til the end, huh?" I jested lightly with him, pulling the mass of my hair into a high pony tail, then twisting it around itself into an awkward looking donut shape, pinning it with some small clips. At last, we were ready to go.

THEBIRDOFHERMESISMYNAME

The site of said party was almost a mansion, abandoned on the outskirts of this quaint little place, the insides were decorated with all manner of ancient artefacts, along with huge crystal chandeliers, candlesticks on the walls, a blaring fire... But the thing that caught my attention most was the atmosphere. It was simply wonderful to feel the excitement of all of these people coming together, the raw lust, yet the control they exercised over their emotions to retain their etiquette appropriate to the ladies and gentlemen of the era that they had copied so well. Before I knew it, I was drinking in the excess energy, my body almost pulsing with the power that flowed through me, into every nerve in my body and setting them alight, even inciting a shiver from the vampire next to me, who was leading me through the room with my hands clasped around the inside of his elbow, his other hand firmly on top in case my bloodlust took hold after being in the presence of so many people... So many heartbeats... I could feel the blood pumping through their bodies, the adrenaline as ladies caught sight of dark-looking men in dark-looking corners, where the light from the flames flickered, revealing only fraction of fearsome smiles and blazing eyes. It was truly a feast worthy of a king, a No-Life King, that was, and I was sure that my escort could feel the blood as well, smell it as someone fixed their hair, only to prick their delicate fingers on a sharp clip. All of these woman seemed to wear dresses that ballooned out at the bottom, shades of cream, yellow, red, pink, it was a kaleidoscope for the eyes, a sea awash with living, moving colours. The men were striding around in their charcoal suits, with flashes of equally colourful shirts peeking through the open jackets - or in the messier occupants case - protruding, untucked, from below waistcoats. Some men wore simple tuxedos with a cane and top hat, standing arm in arm with their fair ladies as they chatted politely to the couple next to them, then meeting another couple and talking hatefully about how the previous partners were 'boring, stupid, uneducated twits' or something of the likes.

This joyfully jealous place was not to be so for long though. In the information I had pried from Alucard, there was to be a massacre tonight, with the murderous vampire bringing the ghouls of his victims to crash the party, and he had told me to be on the lookout for suspicious activity, which was oddly considerate of him for once. Although the wild look in the vampires eyes confirmed what I had already guessed. It would not just be the other vampire enjoying the mass murder tonight, Alucard lived for the kill and I knew the feeling. Shockwaves through your veins as the final light died in your prey and the heat slowly began to seep from their body, no beating heart to propel the blood anymore. As soon as my fangs poked into my lip and drew blood, I pulled back from the horrific images of my past, the faces of my own victims as I drew the last of their life into me. Pain shot through my hand as the vampire squeezed it, hard, pulling from my day-dream - eh, night-dream?

"They are here, the master with two fledglings and some number of ghouls," He whispered and I nodded subtly in return, removing my hand from his arm, but it was quickly caught and I was tugged flush against his body, one arm around my waist, underneath my wings, the other clasped in my hand and outstretched. Cheeky, vampiric son-of-a- "Dance with me, we cannot attract attention to ourselves until they make a move," Again, nodding, I heard the music change from something old-fashioned that belonged in a court, to something of a waltz, but by a very modern artist whom I believed went by the name 'Voltaire.' The lyrics began as we danced, floating across the ground and I caught sight of the vampiric three, without the ghouls of course.

"Let's have a bet, shall, we Alucard?" His eyebrow twitched with amusement, his garnet eyes regarding me with some morbid curiosity, "Whoever beheads the most gets the bed in the morning, the other sleeps on the sofa," As he nodded in agreement, both our bodies vibrated with want for a fight, and I listened to the oddly appropriate deep voice singing the song.

As above, so below, place your bets,

Which way the heads will roll.

Made in your image, we are at least,

as twisted and mean as thee.

The other vampires had joined the dancing, the male in his dark suit with a black shirt, more suited for a funeral, with wild blue hair that looked filthy and infested with some other living creatures. His eyes were equally as blue, whilst his two females both had vivid green eyes and matching black dresses with the marshmallow puffed bottom half, and their bras clearly stuffed to enhance their breasts. Scoffing, I returned my gaze to my partner, to find that his eyes were lustful - but whether from the close proximity and my scent, or the upcoming battle, I didn't know

'Fore your eyes, what a curious sight,

Your children have turned on you,

And you say, you don't sleep well at night,

Well, we'll take care of that for you

Then the music cut, and the room was plunged into darkness, all except from one little flame held near the face of the other vampire. Both Alucard and I looked at each other, sight perfect through the dark, and began to laugh. This was far too cliche for this young vamp, he was far too stupid to note the power surge of the elder vampire in the room, nor did he notice the shadows drawing together around me as I summoned a sword from them, a great, shining iron blade that curved near the tip. Many of the couples continued to dance, as if they were in some kind of trance, but we merely continued to whirl our way towards the trio. I knew Alucard had Jackal hidden in his coat somewhere, and would have preferred a simple kill so we could both get back to the hotel before sunrise, but I was flashier in my murders. The female vampire never moved as I raised the point of my blade to a thick pearl necklace that she wore around her neck like a choker, and I laughed as the music began once more, softly singing the next lines as I flexed my sword hand back, ready to behead her.

Belle Marie Antoinette,

love the pearls,

They'll make a great tourniquet,

Never did as you should and you claim,

It was all for our very own good,

The blade sliced through cleanly and efficiently, the head rolling a few feet to the side, gazing up at me with surprised eyes before the body dropped with an audible wet thud that echoed throughout the room, the entire party halting and the male growling steadily as he watched one of his mates fall to the floor, dead. The bloodbath had begun and I heard the familiar moaning and groaning of ghouls as they sluggishly dragged their decaying bodies through the doors, surrounding us with sheer numbers. All through this, the music played and I allowed my inner beast to be free, my blade whipping through the air as I sang out, ignoring everything but the feel of organs punctured by harsh thrusts of the metal, vile smelling blood pouring from the wounds, limbs were severed from bodies as I danced around the spilled entrails on the floor.

'Twas a lie, a magnificent lie,

Now, your subjects have turned on you,

And you claim you had lots on your mind,

Well, we'll take care of that for you.

Get that damn thing off her neck,

I'm the head of the board now,

I'm bored of her head,

Sharpen your blades, boys,

What are you waiting for?

Here's where we all get ahead!

A head lopped off, brain material spilled out from the skull like a bowl of viscous punch, wetting the floor even more as I continued my deadly assault, pirouetting through the gore and bodies.

All my troubles, all my pain,

Stems from this thing that you call a 'brain'

Be my guest, sever me, from the source,

Of all my agony,

What A shame, I've forgotten my name,

Without the use of my brain,

My, bet I'll sleep well tonight,

Without this head of mine.

Get that damn thing off my neck,

I'm the head of the board now,

I'm bored of my head,

Sharpen your blades, boys,

What are you waiting for?

Here's where we all get ahead!

Wipe that damn smile off your face,

Or we'll lop it off clean with our new guillotine

Sharpen up the blade, boys,

Bells are now tolling soon heads will be rolling...

The song stepped up a beat as I came back to myself, soaked in blood, with chunks of muscle sliding down between my cleavage, and the smell of blood drowning out all of my senses. My body was warm, covered in fresh blood and my heart thrummed with the joy of the battle, even as I realised that every last one of them was dead, scattered about in various parts on the floor, clean sword swings through bones, others with torn throats, the heads simply torn off by some feral animals teeth, and when I tasted the blood in my mouth, more thicker bits of flesh clogged in my teeth, I grinned with the realisation that I was the feral animal, laughing loudly, even as I was unexpectedly swept into a strong pair of arms and thrust against a wall. Alucard had felt the lust of battle as I had, and was pressing me into the paint, once white, now spattered with ruby blood that slid down the wall in tantalising streams, and I longed to lick it up, but another mouth claimed possession of mine, thrusting his tongue into whatever available space he could and cleansing my mouth of the ghoulish blood. I found myself kissing him back just as fiercely, nicking his tongue with my fangs and moaning out hoarsely as his blood flooded my mouth. Aged and powerful, like the best wine you had ever tasted. I ground my hips sensually against him, my hands straying down to grasp at his muscular ass, almost begging him to take me here, with both of us covered in the blood of our enemies. Alucard's own hips joined the rhythm, his mouth breaking from mine to snarl in pleasure at the arousal flowing through both of us. I was sure that electricity was surging through my veins, even as he simply thrust against me fully clothed, I had been denied so long that the orgasm didn't take long to build, the harsh pounding of clothed hips and the almost painful grip the vampire had brought me to new heights, soaring up and up, until there was a flash of white through me, so intense, then black replaced, and I knew I was unconscious.