Chapter Two

Brain whirling like a top, she blurted out in a soundless croak, "My name is Seras Victoria."

A chuckle tickled her ear. "I know." His face was so close hers that stray tendrils of his hair drifted across her cheek as he spoke. They seemed to move with more then natural animation, caressing her skin. "You'll need to remember to draw in air to talk, since you don't need it to exist. That's your first lesson."

Seras tried a small breath. It seemed so unnatural to have to think about doing something so basic. After a try or two, she managed, "It hurts."

"Your lungs aren't completely healed yet. It'll get easier with practice." His mouth dipped closer to her throat where he'd bitten her the night before. "This has healed nicely, however. I'm glad to see I haven't lost my touch." The feel of his tongue gently stoking her neck made shivers run down her spine and she stiffened slightly.

"I won't harm you," he whispered in her ear. "So nervous..."

"W-what do you want with me?"

"Oh, now that would be telling, wouldn't it?" His other arm had slid around her until she was cradled in them again, his long fingered hands stroking soothing circles at her waist. They were anything but soothing. She could feel the soft fabric of the shirt rub against her bare skin and felt the lack of clothing keenly, every inch of her skin throbbing like a miniature heartbeat. Did she still have a heartbeat? Everything was surging inside her at his touch so much that she couldn't tell, but it had seemed so quiet and empty there before. Her breasts had tightened and her nipples were small pebbles when they brushed the shirt.

It came to her that this was more then just her body's reaction to such erotic sensations. He seemed to be directing what was happening in her, speeding things up and moving them around. It should have sent her into another panic attack, but Seras couldn't even manage to protest what he was doing. Every bit of her was humming with the attention he was giving her. When he ran his tongue down her neck again, she jumped.

"Better now, Police Girl?" His chuckle was knowing, and she wondered if she was blushing, if she could still blush, at his words. But her chest didn't hurt now, and she drew in a deep breath, to try it out. Only a tiny squidge was left, and it was fading fast.

"Y-yes, thank you." His hands were still stroking, but the sensations were fading and she was slipping into an afterglow of pleasure. This was just a dream and she'd wake up with the alarm clock shrilling at her that she was going to be late getting to Division 11 again. The memory would be fading by the time she brushed her teeth, however hard she tried to remember.

Division 11...that made it real. "They're all dead aren't they? My team?" A cold jolt ran through her.

The hands stilled and he pulled her a little closer. "Yes."

"And I'm dead too?" Her eyes prickled with tears.

He made a soft sound of exasperation. "Yes. But you're dead in the same way that I am, not the way they were."

Division 11 handled many strange calls, many things that normal people didn't have a clue about. "What are you?"

He was laughing again, hugging her tight. "I'm a No Life King, a true vampire, and someday you may be fully one as well."

"What am I now?" That seemed so important.

"My Police Girl, what else?" She could almost see his Cheshire cat grin.

"I'm your toy, is that it?"

"Maybe. Maybe more. We'll see." He nuzzled her hair and kept his grip tight on her as if he knew she was close to bolting.

"And am I a monster?" Fear bubbled again.

"Of course. Just a little one yet, but I will teach you to be an excellent one. Lesser monsters will cower at your feet." She could sense him looking her up and down. "It may take some work." There was more laughter in his words.

And the burning question. "What's your name?"

"Alucard. You may call me Master."

Anger pricked in her at this. "I most certainly will not! I'm not a slave!"

She felt a hurricane blow into her mind at that, bundling her consciousness off to a corner of her skull. "You will do as you are told!" His voice was deep inside her head blotting out almost everything else. "You understand nothing about what you have become, and until you do, you will follow orders! Even after that, you will owe me respect as your sire. I will not have you destroyed because you chose a foolish path." He rested his cheek on her temple. "Don't fight me on this, little one. We can fight all you want about everything else. I'll even enjoy it. But I am your Master." This time his voice was only heard with her ears. "Do you understand?"

"Yes... Master." It came out of her lips without her willing it, and somehow it felt so right that a tingle of pleasure went through her again. That in itself was a frightening thing.

There was approval coming from him, filling her up with a happy glow. Seras was starting to feel his emotions running through her body. When he was pleased or amused, she was filled with a dark joy, but his anger blasted her. Slowly she was learning how connected they were, she and this man she had only met last night. No, not a man... or not just a man. Also a monster. Her monster.

There had only been fumbled groping on the few dates Seras had been on that she could take or leave. Now she was raw sensation and didn't know if she could stand to have him let go of her.

"Mmmmm... this is how it is when you are new created. Properly created, that is. It gives time for a true bond to grow. Keeps us from killing our young out of hand, I suppose."

"You feel it too," she whispered.

"Oh, yes. Quite... nice..." He was nuzzling her hair again and his hands were tracing paths on her stomach and sides. He hadn't yet strayed to the parts of her that were aching for attention, hadn't even gotten to bare skin yet, but she already was lost in what he was doing.

His hair was most definitely moving on its own now. It was longer, twining around her legs and arms, now that they were free of his enfolding arms. Black silk, formless and restless, it moved over her with a surety, stroking everywhere his hands weren't. A gasp was wrung from her, not because she needed air, but from what was coursing through her. Her blood felt on fire but it didn't hurt. All of her was burning up.