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Chapter 26: Back in the day…

"Well? Everything went according to plan, right?" Boomed a voice thick with accent, the words disturbing the stillness of the air in the penthouse suite of the Wolfram and Hart building in London. The others in the room looked up at Major Max as he sat in his high chair. As ever, the teenager Schrödinger, known as the Cat Boy, sat at his feet. The boy twirled a pen between the fingers of his left hand, his gaze fixed on the movements. He chuckled quietly to himself when he noticed the narrowed looks on the faces of his comrades. Their little group did not know what to make of the Hellsing red haired witch, and he decided he would not be the one to tell them about her potential…it was far too amusing watching them scrum around like rats in the dark. He could not wait for the games to begin.

"Did I not say she was perfect?" Montana Max questioned his men, a smile lighting up the whole of his face. He tapped his fingers together as he waited for a response.

"She is nothing but a child, just another Hellsing brat. That little girl will never be able to control Alucard. Your great planning will produce nothing." Zorin Blitz spat from the shadows.

Both Captain Hans Gunsche, and First Lieutenant Tubalcain Alhambra turned to stare at the tall, overly muscled female vampire standing by the main door to the suite. At her side, she held her ever-faithful giant scythe. One-half of the First Lieutenant's body was covered in tattoos; which housed her power of illusion, from shoulder to leg. She was an arrogant, but fierce fighter, and she felt there was no need for the red haired witch of Hellsing to swell their ranks.

"You did not see the Bella…" Tubalcain remarked as he smoothed out the end of his mustache. "She is very powerful. She has the ability to teleport…has the use of telekinesis, and along with superhuman strength, speed, and senses…" The Captain grunted his agreement, while he checked out his guns. Tubalcain notice this, and he continued with his explanation. "Bullets could not touch her. Her shields were for the most part, were indestructible. The little one throw those werewolves around like they were nothing." He flicked the tip of his hat, his eyes bright as he stared back at the female vampire of their group. "Miss Hellsing knew we were there…and she wasn't even using half of her power…"

"You are sure of this?" A man asked, coming out of the shadows. His gaze was questioning as he stared at those standing below him. He moved to stand behind the Major's chair, taking a moment to readjust his glasses.

Tubalcain turned, with brow raised. He pulled one of his cards out of his coat, before flipping it in the air; the moonlight reflecting off the sharp edges as it neared the ceiling. "You doubt me Doc? She stopped the Captain's bullets without a thought…my power did not fool her for a second. Half of her attention had been on us during the battle…Bella was just waiting for us to make our move." He reached out and snatched his card from the air. "She is not vampire… Nor is she human…"

"Enough…" the Major decided. He gripped the handles of his chair and pushed himself to his feet. His piercing gaze fixed on his members of the Millennium, the expression on his face absolute. "It's time to move forward. Zorin, let our informant know the price will be paid. Twenty-four hours…and our witch will be home. We will continue with our plan…our plan for war…I will accept nothing else…"

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"This was the urgent need you had to come back to the Manor? You had to change into that?" Alucard demanded of his witch, his hungry gaze glued to Willow's slim form as she stood before him.

The red head hid her grin from the vampire as she looked down at what she was now wearing. Well…it was a little outrageous, being skintight. It had been years since Willow had worn it. She glanced up at Alucard, blinking innocently. "What's wrong with it?" She asked him with a playful pout.

"What's wrong with it?" Alucard repeated with disbelief as a muscle in his jaw began to twitch. He could not help but stare…her neck was gloriously bare, and the skin above her breasts…He waved a hand at her in a movement filled with suspicion, his ruby eyes fixed on the tight black leather pants, and the black and red colored corset she was wearing. "You look…"

She smiled slowly at him, a devilish gleam growing in the depths of her green eyes. "I know." She replied, giving him a cheeky wink before she spun around for his inspection. "It's my Vamp Willow outfit, from a few years back. I've filled out some…but I think it fits fine. Ya' like?"

His head lowered, and he gave her a blatant stare. "…and why the change?"

Willow chuckled softly, her face lit up with amusement. "It is just an image Mister Vamp. It's about the show of power, right? Well then, Marcus is about to meet the Badass Wicca."

"Interesting…" Alucard murmured. He stepped closer, a tiny smirk growing on his face as Willow backed away from him, and her eyes narrowed as she silently questioned what he was doing. He continued moving forward, matching every step she took with one of his own, until he had her trapped. He loomed over her smaller frame, with both of his arms reaching up to brace against the wall at her back. His eyes flashed with wicked intent as his head leaned down.

"What is there not to like, my little tree?" He whispered into her hair, his voice low and husky. His lips glazed the skin below her ear, and he breathed deep to take in her scent. He was pleased when she trembled in reaction. "Vamp Willow? Care to explain?"

"Oh…" she moaned softly as Alucard's mouth skimmed the length of one side of her throat. Her skin tingled at his touch. "Hum…Vamp Willow? Right…she's a version of me from a different dimension."

"A different dimension?" he asked before running the tip of his tongue along the exposed flesh above the low cut corset she was wearing. The honey taste of her skin exploded in his mouth, increasing his hunger for more.

"Yeah…" she replied, her breath catching in the back of her throat. She reached out to run her fingers through his hair at the back of his neck, loving the silky feel of the strands against her skin. "An old friend of mine made a terrible wish, and that wish was granted by a Vengeance Demon…this was when I was still in high school, back in Sunnydale, a.k.a the Hellmouth." She tilted her head to the side to give Alucard better access to her flesh. "My doppelganger showed up. She was the favorite childe of the Master…"

"A demonic vampire?" he mused as he eased closer to Willow. He reached down with one of his hands, his gloved palm placed at the back of her knee. He pulled her leg up, and wrapped it around his waist, then shifted, fitting the two of them tightly together. He grinned against her skin when another moan escaped her at the feeling the actions brought. "Was she powerful, my little witch?"

"I'll say…" she replied, while her free hand began to roam the ridged muscles of his lower back. She arched her upper body against his chest, needing the contact. He groaned in reaction. "She'd intimidated the vampire gangs…and took control of Sunnydale in less then three hours…"

"Really?" he questioned, his dark head coming up with a jerk. He stared intently at her flushed face, noting her dilating eyes. Glorious…so strong…so alive… Damn, he wanted her!

"Rea…" Willow did not get the chance to finish as Alucard bent back down, and covered her lips with his own. He moaned deeply into her open mouth, before his tongue slipped through, past her teeth, soaking up everything she had. Their kiss turned fierce as they both strived to get closer to each other, lips, and tongues dueling. His hands left the wall behind her, and he gripped her by the waist and the back of the head. She in turn, dug her nails into the soft skin of his neck, and he purred his appreciation of the sharp pain into her mouth.

Alucard loved the fact Willow never shed away from him. She knew what he was, who he had been, and what he was capable of…but she still accepted him, believed in his word…graced him with her trust. The lust he felt for his little witch filled him to the rim. Alucard was now a creature of sensation…blind to everything else but this woman in his arms. The world could slip away for all he cared… just as long as Willow stayed with him…

Alucard could hear the sudden sounds of bells ringing coming from the woman he held, but he was determined to pay the noise no mind. There was no danger, no one else around…they were safe for the time being. He ran his hand down Willow's back, and then used the palm of his hand against her lower back to arch her waist up. He rotated his hips against her's, the action causing her to gasp aloud at the electrifying tingles traveling upward from the contact.

Willow tightened her leg around Alucard's waist, herself more then ready to move on to the next step…in fact, she desperately wanting the vampire, her whole body sang with desire for him…but the ringing of her cell phone continued on, and the music tone was one she knew well. She stumbled for her phone in her back pocket, her hips thrusting against Alucard, the action causing him to hiss in pleasure-pain as her pelvic bone brushed his member. She jerked her head back, gulping in air as she pushed her phone to her ear. He didn't let her go, just dropped his head and went back to caressing the flesh under her ear. He growled into her skin, not pleased by the interruption.

"Giles?" Willow gasped into the cell phone.

"No child…" the mocking laughter in the voice of her mentor was clear as a bell. Willow flushed with mortification at the predicament she found herself. With her free hand, she gentle pushed Alucard away as she pulled her leg away from his body, before standing on her two feet.

"Ripper? Hum…you're done already?" She asked the watcher with some surprise. She glanced down at her watch…whoa, less than an hour? She thought an interrogation of this sort would have taken longer.

"Jolly good fun, actually." Ripper replied cheerfully. Alucard raised a brow at the response, disgracefully listening in on the phone call. Willow frowned up at him, but the damn vampire just grinned back at her, unashamed.

"The poor boy did not want to talk…" the watcher went on, his voice sickly sweet, "…we did manage to learn some things, however. Someone going by the name of the Captain arranged tonight's events with the Wolves of London. As far as Michael is aware, the Captain works for the Millennium."

"We?" Willow questioned, feeling the pit of her stomach turn.

"…but of course, dear child. Angelus and William did so want to have a little talk with our new friend." Ripper answered conversationally, as if they were talking about the weather. Her green colored eyes grew wide at her mentor's words. "They are very good at that…"

"Damn, I just bet they are…" Willow murmured angrily, before cursing further under her breath. She eased forward, resting her weary head on Alucard's chest. He ran his gloved hand up and down her back, trying to sooth her with his touch. It was such a simple thing, and it pleased them both.

"Now, now…no need to be in a tiff." The red head could hear the muffled laughter in the background. Angel and Spike were still with Ripper…She grounded her teeth together in frustration. Oh….the three of them were so going to get it when she saw them again.

"We have to go… a Wolf King to see, ya' know." She remarked in a chipped tone, biting her tongue from saying anything further.

Ripper chuckled at that, sensing his little charge was holding in her fury by a thin thread. Ah, they grow up so fast… "Do give my condolences to Marcus, won't you?"

Willow nearly snarled at the double meaning of those words. "I don't plan on hurting them too much Ripper!" she hissed.

"Pity that…," murmured the Watcher, ignoring her gasp of irritation, before he gleefully signed off. "Ta'ta darling…have fun!"

Willow closed her cell phone with a snap, a stormy look on her face. "One day…" she vowed under breath, before glancing up at the smirking vampire standing before her. She sighed, shoulders dropping. "As much fun as that was for you Mister Vamp…the night's a wasting…"

Alucard allowed Willow to precede him out of the bedroom, just barely holding in his laughter. Those of the Slayer Council were proving to be very entertaining…He hadn't this much fun in years! When Willow pulled her rapier from a secure space behind her desk, Alucard sighed with genuine delight. Oh, the possibilities!... His eyes flashed at the thought of their destination. The Den of the London Wolves…He could not wait to see his witch in action again!

Hope you like,

Magik.