He was thinking about her again; her eyes, her hair, her skin, the way she said his name, calling to him. He had awoken that evening with her, in his coffin where they had slept together. He could feel her petite form on top of his, her legs entwined around him, her cheek pressed to his bare chest as she slept, thinking of how he wanted to stay like this for all eternity. But he heard his master requesting him, telling him to come to her at once.
With a sigh he had touched her cheek, his fingertips sweeping across her face gently. "Wake up, iubirea mea." (My love)
He felt her begin to stir. She had mumbled something in their native tongue, a jumble of words he didn't understand. He chuckled, the sound reverberating off the coffin walls. He pushed the lid off with one hand, the other still around her naked waist.
She moved, placing a kiss on his neck. "Good evening, Prințul meu" (my Prince) she murmured, her breath on his neck. He took her chin in his hand, bringing his lips to hers in a kiss. She wound her arms around his neck, kissing him back eagerly. He brought her closer, his hands moving over her body.
"Alucard! Come to my office at once! That's an order!" He heard his master's voice again and he broke away from Ilona's lips with a frustrated sigh.
"What is it?" she kissed his neck again, driving him crazy.
"Integra is summoning me," he moved, rising from the casket grudgingly. He felt her gaze on his back as he stood, materialising his clothes in an instant. He heard her gasp, amazed at what he had done.
"Will you teach me how to do that?" he turned to her and saw she was lying on her stomach now, propped up on her elbows. He noticed how radiant she looked, the red velvet lining of the coffin making her creamy skin even more appealing to his eyes.
"No, I think I prefer you this way," he grinned. He bent on one knee and kissed her again.
"ALUCARD!"
He broke away from her, standing again, and moved through the walls quickly. When he arrived and saw his master, he could sense she was irritated.
"Where the hell were you?!" she glared at him from behind her desk.
"My apologies, master," he bowed.
"Don't let it happen again."
"Of course," he replied with a smile.
"Her majesty has called for a gathering of the round table in two days time. I want you to make your report of what occurred in Brazil. Ilona and Seras will come too," she told him, her voice still fierce.
"Very well," he nodded. He watched as she retrieved a cigar, lighting and bringing it to her mouth.
"How is her training going?" She spoke again after blowing out a cloud of smoke. Her voice was slightly calmer now.
"Very well. She has surpassed my expectations. I believe she will be quite a sight in battle" he admitted. He was impressed with how quickly she had acquired the skills he had taught her.
"Good," Integra nodded, but he sensed there was something else she wanted to discuss, so he waited patiently for her to continue.
"Alucard," she began sternly, "don't her presence here compromise you."
He smirked, earning another glare from his master. "Integra," he began, "I am forever loyal to you and the Hellsing organisation, as your loyal servant. Nothing can change that" he bowed again. He spoke the words Integra wanted to hear, but deep down he knew it may not be true.
Ilona was on her way back to her room when she spotted Seras coming towards her in the distance. She noticed how excited she looked and wondered what had made the girl so pleased.
"Hi, Ilona! I was just coming to your room to get you..." Her voice trailed as she saw the direction she had come from, putting two and two together in her mind. She blushed. "Walter has some weapons for us!" She exclaimed, seeming as if she would begin to jump up and down.
Ilona couldn't help but laugh at her behaviour. "All right. Shall we?"
"Do you know where my master is?" Seras asked as they walked together. Ilona saw the deep blush once more on her cheeks.
"I believe he had a meeting with Sir Integra," she smiled. She reached out with her mind as he had taught her, searching for his presence. "But it seems he's in your room with Walter at this moment," she confirmed.
Seras' mouth hung open. "How did you-?" She stammered.
"Practice. When you're ready to drink blood you'll understand." At her words, Seras' mood dissipated, her head hanging as she looked towards the floor. They stopped as they reached her door.
Ilona reached out and patted her arm gently. "In time," she smiled at the girl. Seras seemed to feel better at her words, smiling back at her before she opened the door for them both.
"What do you think, my queen?" Alucard asked her as she entered. He grinned, holding up his new toy for her to see. She was astounded as she took in the size of the huge gun.
"It's... impressive," she blinked.
"Oh my god, Master, that's amazing!" Seras was in awe.
"Ah, Miss Ilona. I have something for you," Walter greeted her. He turned and opened a briefcase.
She heard the sound of metal clicking into place before he moved towards her, handing her a white gun. She took it in her hands, feeling the cool metal through the plain black gloves Alucard had given her to wear. "For protection," he had told her as he slipped them over her fingers. She was glad she was wearing them, for she sensed the gun was made from silver. The weapon was much smaller than Alucard's, but she felt the weight and realised this was no ordinary gun. The bright white seemed to radiate in the room, a stark contrast in her dark gloved hands.
"Oh, what is this?" She heard him purr, moving closer to peer over her shoulder.
"This is the Lynx also known as râs, in your mother tongue." Her ears perked up at hearing the name of the native mammal of her country. "Made from pure silver, this semi-automatic pistol has more fire-power than any human could be expected to handle. It's faster too, with explosive shells much like Alucard's."
She held it up and pointed it at the wall. This was only the second time she had held such a weapon in her lifetime, and it felt strange.
"You'll get used to it soon," she heard Alucard's voice in her head as he spoke to her privately. "Besides, you don't know how good it looks on you. If Seras and Walter weren't here right now-"
"Thank you, Walter, it's perfect," she cut him off quickly, feeling the heat rising in her face. She heard Alucard's deep rumble of laughter in the back of her mind and she tried to ignore him.
"I'm glad you're satisfied," he smiled. "Miss Victoria, I believe I have something special for you as well," Walter turned to the girl, holding a large cannon that was much taller than him. "The Harkonnen, a 30mm anti-freak canon. This weapon will destroy all but the most heavily armoured of targets."
Ilona had to bite her lip to stop herself from laughing at the expression on Sera's face. "WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?"
"Silence, police girl. This weapon suits you well," Alucard told her sternly.
Ilona watched as her attitude changed. The power he had over her was incredible. Seras, rather embarrassed, took the cannon from Walter, thanking him.
She felt Alucard's hand on her waist suddenly. She caught the curious stares from Walter and Seras as he led her away.
"Come, Ilona, I'm hungry."
He led her through the wall instead of using the door, their forms moving through the thick stone as if they were spirits. She still hadn't gotten used to the feeling and gripped his arm nervously as he moved them through the floor, their feet landing without a sound in his room.
He wasted no time in bringing her closer, his lips taking hers hungrily in a deep kiss. She raised her hands to his chest, pushing him away slightly and parting her lips from his with much effort. He frowned at her in response.
"What's the matter, iubirea mea?"
He bent his head and nipped at her neck lightly with his fangs. Her breath caught in her throat as she tried to hold back the moan that escaped her lips. He noticed and grinned, the feeling of his deep laugh vibrating against the sensitive skin there.
"I thought you said you were hungry," she pointed out.
"I was," he breathed into her skin.
She felt her knees weaken, her hands against his chest. She felt his hard muscles under the fabric.
"Surrender to me, Ilona."
She did, completely.