Chapter 2 : Understanding the Student

"What did you do?" the cold question came from behind. He could feel his master's scowl focused in the centre of his back.

"Whatever do you mean my Master?" he turned and smiled at the icy blond. Trying his hardest to be charming. It wasn't working.

"I'm talking about Seras bolting away from you as if you were magnetically opposite from her." Her voice rose slightly in volume as she began to rub her temples. Walking briskly to her office door from probably checking on Walter.

"Did she?" again trying to remain as neutral as possible, hoping this line of questioning would die.

"Don't play stupid with me, vampire! I know what I saw, I will not have you tormenting agent Victoria." She pushed her office doors open with great force. Marching towards her desk until she finally sat down in her chair with a sigh. "Your report?"

"There were two freaks, we tracked them into the forest to find them fucking in a clearing." He started to laugh as a disgusted look crossed the Hellsing heir's face. "They were both neutralized rather easily. No ghouls."

"So, to my original question. Why did agent Victoria feel the need to flee from you?" She had regained her composure enough to scowl at him once again. Not letting it go.

"It was only some teasing." The ancient vampire nearly flinched as he witnessed his master reach for her pistol. He paused, trying to find a way to put it lightly. Best possible scenario as to not be shot was looking slimmer and slimmer. "She seemed a little embarrassed by the situation so I thought it would be humorous to kiss her."

A shot rang out as the ancient vampire pulled himself together from the headshot. The silver bullet hitting the floor as his skull finished knitting together. A trickle of blood running past his eye before he forced it to disappear. His master was taking deep breaths before slowly lowering her gun.

"You imbecile! Why would you think that was appropriate? Especially to someone of her past" she shook her head opening a drawer to find a cigar.

"What about her past?" he was genuinely confused by it's mentioning.

Integra ignored him for a bit. Snipping off the end of her cigar, taking her time to light it. After a long drag she looked over to him once again.

"I do believe that it would be better if she told you." She took another drag. "You are not to force her! If she wishes she will tell you otherwise leave it be."

"So cryptic. Yet you are aloud to know?" He felt a bit like a child, having to wait to know something.

"Yes! I am your master and as such I need to know everything, including your fledgling's background. Walter gave me a wonderfully organized file on her." She was smiling lightly at his frustration. "You're also not allowed to ask Walter or go looking for the file."

"As you wish my master." He bowed avoiding making eye contact. "May I take me leave?"

"You may but promise me you'll leave her alone for tonight. She's suffered enough." She waved him out. Turning in her chair to look out the window.

He took his time to making his way down to his basement room. Methodically listening to each boot step echo around. An anger was slowly burning in him. What did they know? Why didn't he know? She was his childe. There should be no secrets from him. Should he have taken the time to dive into the depths of her mind? Had he been too preoccupied with what was on the surface?

He wandered past her room and stopped outside her heavy wooden door. There was no knocking, he didn't call out to her. Just waiting, listening to anything that was going on within. She hadn't noticed him but still seemed as flustered as when she'd run away. Pacing so close behind the door. He could smell her and found himself thinking about the taste of her lips.

Being forbidden from doing anything further he continued to his own room, tempted to slam the door behind him. He stalked over to his throne, removing his glasses and hat to rest them on his side table. Lounging on his throne he loosened his cravat, finding it suffocating. He couldn't stop thinking about her now. Burned into his mind was the taste of her blood and her expression the night he turned her. Her sweet teary face and even sweeter blood.

He could hear his fledgling above him finally going to bed, the lid to her coffin closing gently above her. A picture slowly formed in his mind, her slender form resting gently on those sheets. She'd be wearing her blue striped pyjamas. She'd smile in that adoring way that she only showed him, only when he'd praised her. He should maybe work on that. Maybe he'd ever so gently stroke his hand through her hair, bring her lips to his.

His pants were becoming uncomfortable, his length hardening as he found himself unable to think of anything other than his precious police girl. Silently unzipping his pants, he weaved a fantasy. Back to that clearing, no freaks just the two of them. Her slender form laying on the grass, him above her with only the moon and stars to watch them.

Undoing her collar to expose her neck and the top of her cleavage. He could remember the taste of her neck, how her blood looked on the pale skin. The sent of her skin from earlier was flowing through his mind, her softness, and the warmth she had left him with.

A chill rose in the room that even he could feel, his flame of desire stamped out as he righten himself. There were eyes on him, he could feel them piercing into his being. His shadows burst forth scouting the room. Nothing! Yet even in what should have been stagnate air a breeze rose, knocking his hat off the side table.

"Who's there?" a menacing undertone to his voice as he stood up to look for what was lurking himself.

Silence answered him. He returned his hat to the table. Whatever had been there had seemed to have disappeared if anything at all had been there. Re seating himself he tired to go back to where he was within his fantasy. Frustratingly it had died. With little else to do before the sun rose he resigned himself to sleep.