This isn't a part of the fic, per se, it's more just a bonus because I'm going back to school tomorrow and updates will be much less frequent than they have been. Enjoy, and thank you for all the wonderful reviews so far, they keep me motivated!

Alucard was confused. That was the simplest way to explain his feelings. He had no idea as to how he should feel for Lilith - the little angel - for she was a complicated creature. Yet so simple. She was mocking, and bold, and brave, even amidst battle, even when she was injured she continued her jesting. Alucard was confused. He didn't know what to do with her, on one hand, she was injured and - being ordered to look after her - his mind commanded him to do just that. On the other hand, his body was reacting to her; her scent, her body, the simple way she looked at him, with those bright blue eyes narrowing at him as he grinned. He was confused. This was not the broken creature that had once crawled into his lap after the harsh experimentation, crying herself to sleep as she pillowed her head on his thigh and curled her body between his legs. He had licked her wounds that night, something that he had never done to any female in centuries. With vampires and demons, only mates would lick the others wounds, no other creature would dare for fear of losing their face, but there was a strange kind of mutual trust between them. He had never understood what was between them, but he figured that it was something to do with the days spent with Van Helsing in the dungeons. After particularly violent and unpleasant experiments which drew vast amounts of blood, she would be hauled into his room and dumped. Instead of fearing for her life - as any normal person would have if they were left bleeding in a room with a starving vampire - she shrugged off her pain and crawled into his lap, to remain there until she slept.

Alucard was confused. He tilted his head as he watched her sleeping soundly on the bed, only the occasional gasp of pain as she shifted let him know that she was still healing. She was relatively quiet otherwise, drawing in long, deep breaths and sighing, her wings twitching as she slept. Then the dreaming must have changed, because her body tensed, muscles bunching, and she let out the most heart-wrenching wail that he had ever heard - not that it did anything to his heart, but the idea was still there. The angel was suddenly writhing on the bed, her back arching, and had she not screamed the way she did, Alucard would have laughed, thinking that she was in the midst of a pleasurable dream. Alas, she wasn't, so he took action, striding over to her side and bringing the back of his hand across her cheek in a sharp slap. Immediately, her head flew up, and she whipped around to see him, growling and baring her teeth. Cerulean met crimson and she calmed, letting out a breath before closing her eyes once more. Was she truly going back to sleep after that? Alucard wondered, a hand straying to her uncovered back. His first move was to pull the covers up again from its new resting place at the top of her luscious backside, to its previous position, just under her wings, but when his hand touched, it strayed. Alucard prided himself in his control, most of the time, but this was one occasion where he was more than happy to allow for a bit of... 'Exploring.' Surely Lilith wouldn't mind, would she?

It began at the small of her back, where he was surprised not to find the skin smooth, as was the trend with most females, but covered in a fine coating of feathers that one would expect to find on a newborn chick. They were not the dark ebony of the rest of them, instead, they were smoky grey, contrasting with the paleness of her skin, like fluffy tattoos coating her back. Scars cut through some of them, and others appear to have been plucked on purpose, particularly the area that surrounded her ink tattoo, which was completely devoid of them. Alucard couldn't help but marvel as he removed one glove, absorbing it into his skin, then touching this dusting of feathers. The first thing that he noted was that they were soft, perhaps the most luxuriously soft thing he had felt in a while, since his days of being a prince and sleeping in silken beds. In his mind, he was asking questioning his actions, why was he doing this? It came back with one answer, he liked the female. Not only because he want to fuck her into the ground, but he respected her - fighting for her life all those years in the dungeons, alone, without food, without drink. It was fine for him, he was a vampire, he just shrivelled up, then came awake at the taste of blood. Lilith, however, was a living creature, one that made its own blood instead of stealing it from others. She was worthy of his attentions, just like Integra, but she was his master, and she would never filthy herself with him, no matter how much he tried to entice her into his bed. Seras... She had the Frenchman, who would have been easily disposed of, if he had wanted so, but the police girl seemed genuinely happy, so he let her be with only his mocking jokes to the two. Hmm, the frog and the kitten, what a match.

Under his hand, Lilith stirred, diverting his attention back to her. He hadn't realised that his hand had strayed further, up between the two masses of black feathers, which jerked away from his hands unconsciously as he trailed his fingers towards the base of one, where the downy feathers were thicker, radiating warmth through his hand. Tugging at a small patch, he couldn't help but chuckle as the woman let out an irritated grunt, shuffling away from him. This left his hand perching on her left wing, his digits curled around the bone that ran the length of her back, to the middle of the appendage, then there was another bone that hinged the joint there. Although he had owned birds before, hunting animals, he had never spared a thought to how they flew, only that they did so gracefully and instinctively. The vampire never realised that they were so light, that the bones were so fragile in his grasp; even the slightest squeeze left them groaning in protest. He was sure that if he had used some more strength, the entire structure would have been crushed in his palm, but he didn't want to, it would be like removing his fangs and putting silver in the gums - taking away her best defence.

As he traced down to the place where it joined her back, an evil idea popped into his head. He began firmly stroking the base of her wing, pressing his long fingers into the muscles there, laughing when he heard her moan loudly, wriggling back towards him. He slipped his mind into hers, pulled images from her subconscious of him providing pleasure for her in many different ways... With his mouth, fingers... And, of course, his cock. She responded quite enthusiastically, even while she slept, arching her back, breathy moans escaping, the heat in her body growing until she quivered once and snapped. Instead of another moan, he was startled to hear his name as she climaxed, only the barest whisper, but he heard it.

"Alucard... My count," she must have felt his presence, for the moment she spoke it, her eyes shot open, glaring at the vampire with fiery eyes. He was just waiting for the vocal beating she going to give him, awaiting it with a smug smirk. He had just brought her to another orgasm, and she had said his name.

"Dream of me often, little angel?" He grinned, his own eyes matching her with a joyful expression.

" ALUCARD YOU PERVERTED SON OF A BITCH!" She screeched, throwing herself at him, only to find him dissipating into the shadows and out of the room, but she knew he could still hear her, "I swear to god, vampire. You ever try ANYTHING like that again, and I'll castrate you and feed your dick to werewolves!" Snarling once again, she laid her head back on the pillow, unable to hold back her own smile. He couldn't help himself and had studied her while she slept, her feathers still standing on ends from his touch, sparking lust in her. Giggling to herself, Lilith fell back asleep, feeling much better than she had in a long time.