Of Blood and boxes Ch. 21

Of negotiations

Joseph Casto

As they entered the room, they were taken aback by the overpowering red of the room. It wasn't the burgundy that was so popular in Victorian homes, but the bright, passionate red of blood or violence. Red like the lining of a coffin. Seemingly unfazed by the burst of color, Alucard entered the room without regard to the enormous men on either side of the door.

It was laid out symmetrically, much like the office of an important executive in a company. There was a huge Cherry desk in the center of the room towards the back, almost totally devoid of the pointless objects that humans have a tendency to clutter their desks with. There was nothing except for a pen, an ink well, and a Glass paperweight with some red swirls inside of it. On either side of the desk there sat comfortable looking loveseats and behind the desk sat a large, tall-backed leather chair. The chair was the focal point of the room, not only because it was I the center of it, but because of the gorgeous woman from the balcony earlier, that somehow clung to the side of the chair like a comfortable sweater. It was obvious that she had Alucard's full attention and she stared at his smiling face with equal interest.

"Welcome Alucard." She said. And approached him with long, yet graceful steps that could have only been learned from years of practice. She approached Alucard and met him with open arms, kissing him passionately.

Seras turned away, visibly disgusted by the frank display of Affection between the two vampires. She waited for the quiet slurping noise of parting lips before she looked back at her shaking with rage at the thought of what they had done in the past.

"And I thought I was in store for at least a mild slap....." Alucard said with mock surprise. "I thought about it..." Replied the female in a much more quiet and feminine voice than she had used earlier. It sounded like the sliding of satin sheets and a nice amaretto. She was plainly speaking to Alucard, but her gaze was directed straight at Seras, penetrating her soul like a polite knife. "And you must be Victoria....." She said, walking slowly and languidly towards Seras, spreading her arms for an embrace.

Seras, not sure exactly what was proper, opened her arms and waited for the woman to walk into her arms. When the woman reached her her, she took one hand and placed it gently on her cheek, the other on her hip, and pressed her lips against hers with the same fervor that she had exhibited with Alucard. Seras Leaned into the kiss, inserting her tongue slightly and placing her hands around the woman's neck, pulling her closer.

When the woman broke away from Seras, visibly flushed, she maintained eye contact and licked her lips. "Well...It's a pleasure to meet you. I am Elizabeth Bathory. Welcome to Redhelm." She smiled and Leaned back against her desk, grinning at Seras and Alucard. "I am very pleased you could both make it. I've been looking forward to this very much." She looked between Alucard and Seras and smiled again. "We have much to talk about. Please, grab a seat." She motioned to a set of red recliners facing her tall throne.

Alucard Pulled one of the large chairs up to her desk and Seras followed her lead. "The first order of business would be about why you haven't killed me yet." Bathory said. "I thought I was a dangerous terrorist unit to be destroyed on sight...by the standards of Lady integral and her army at least." "She smiled, exposing her teeth as if she had just made a clever insult.

Seras glanced at Alucard and saw him visibly falter. He dropped his eyes to the floor and crossed his arms as if he were thinking. After a long while he leaned back and Sat his feet on the Bathory's desk much to her obvious displeasure. "I might be her servant...but even slaves have minds of their own...and in some cases...feelings....whore." In a sudden rush of obvious loathing Alucard's eves narrowed to slits and he elongated his fangs. He added extra venom to the word and tilted his head to one side, gaze locked on her the entire time. "Or perhaps bitch would bee a better term you disgusting excuse for a vampire.....look at this shit......" He stood up and grabbed an ornate pen off of her desk. He held it up to her face, looking at it as if it were a particularly disgusting cockroach. "What is this....Ivory and platinum with encrusted rubies.....WHY?!" He tossed it casually behind him and pegged it into the wall a bare inch beside the head of one of her bodyguards who didn't twitch. "Why have you reverted to this extravagant bullshit Elizabeth....why? I thought you had become a true vampire...a vampire with principles of function and form...not of extravagance.... I do so wish you could see Lestat by now...you'd vomit in disgust...his apprentice however is doing very well..." Alucard drifted off staring into Bathory's face.

"Perhaps now would be a good time to have Dave show you around...or something akin to what you were attempting earlier." Bathory smiled weakly and glanced at Alucard. "This might take a while. Guards, you are dismissed."

Seras stood up and noticed Dave for the first time. "Oh...hi." She said somewhat dully, embarrassed still by her earlier display.

Dave smiled a warm smile and approached her, grabbing her hand. "C'mon hon. we'd better get lost." He credited her with a wink and gave her hand a gentle, but unquestionable tug.

Alucard was suddenly behind her, and the familiar red wall put his face to her ear and said "That might be a good idea..." followed by a snarl in Bathory's direction.

"A...alright." Seras stammered, and followed Dave at a jog. One of the guards closed the door on his way out.

"Finished?" Bathory asked Alucard. "Yup." Alucard said, gracing her with a sly smile. "I almost thought you were serious, but then you mentioned Lestat." Alucard chuckled. "I'd kill a vampire that weak of my bloodline." She smiled. "No you wouldn't..." She approached him and wrapped her arms around his neck. "You just wouldn't keep him alive." She kissed him, long and slow. It was the kiss of a pair that'd been separated for quite a time. "It's nice to have you back, Alucard." Bathory said.

Alucard turned around and sat Elizabeth on the desk, allowing his gloved hands to slide up her thighs. Elizabeth slid closer to Alucard, grinding her abdomen against Alucard's and thinking of the amazing night to come. One thing about Alucard...once you got him started, he didn't stop until he was done with you. He took his hands off of her well-tended thighs and removed his gloves one by one, laying them softly on the table and undoing the zipper down the back of Elizabeth's top. Elizabeth playfully pecked Alucard's cheek and smiled, leaning back so that he could help her take her corset off. He slid it off of her arms, discarding it to the mercy of the floor and sliding his hands down her smooth back, summoning a moan from her lips, pleased that she didn't bother to wear a bra. Elizabeth nibbled at Alucard's earlobe as he doused all of the lights in the room save a candle with a mere thought.

Alucard stepped back and dropped his coat to the floor. He removed his vest and tie with some help from Liz who practically tore off his shirt, Throwing it against the far wall She bent over to spread out his coat on the thick red carpet, wiggling her firm backside sensually as Alucard unzipped her skirt and hooked his thumbs on her stockings and panties, sliding them down, sliding his hands down her thighs and giving her a gentle push forward onto his coat. He sprawled beside her, vaguely considering Seras' wrath were she to find out about this little romp. He quickly dismissed the thought, simply hoping that she would understand his need for a powerful mate, for when one vampire is in need of a mate, the mate should always be of equal or greater power than the initial vampire, should they procreate.

He didn't want a weakling child, did he? Elizabeth turned her body so that she could gain a better view of her partner. She gained from his expression that he was deep in thought. It didn't bother her, though. He was male after all, and no man would rather stay in thought than have sex. Ever. Crawling to her knees, she straddled Alucard and flattened her breasts against the warm hardness of his chest, kissing him to force him out of his trance. She sighed in satisfaction when he returned her administrations, flipping them both over on the coat. She arched against him and lightly scraped her fangs on his neck, just enough to tingle. He loosened his grip and slowly kissed his way to her soaking vulva, having grown anxious at his momentary lapse of time-sense.

Liz grabbed his hair and pulled his head back towards her face, kissing him passionately and wrapping her legs around his back. She gave his belt a little tug and dug her fingernails into his shoulder. Alucard remover his pants with one hand and pulled himself into his lover, her body melding to a perfect fit for his own. She felt a nibbling at her neck and she arched her back again, this time pulling Alucard away from her and unhooked her legs. She fell upwards to her feet and strode languidly across the room to the door, which she locked with a great steel deadbolt.

"Now is not the time to be interrupted." She said. Alucard simply nodded and removed his boxers. 'black' she thought 'it's fascinating how some people make their underwear match their ensemble' She abruptly walked across the room and shoved Alucard onto her desk, straddling him and gnawing on his lower lip. He flashed a feral grin and gently pushed her pelvis backwards and maneuvered his member between her labia. And thrust up ever-so-slightly, meeting the familiar barrier that he had all but forgotten about until this moment.

One of the most wonderful and terrible things about being a vampire is that any damage or change to your being is regenerated quite quickly. Hair cuts are impossible, you must cut your nails every morning, your teeth are automatically straightened when the metamorphosis takes place, but they can't be changed... and Elizabeth was a virgin when she was bitten, and bit in return.

Alucard's face suddenly became not feral, but quite sincere and genuine. He caressed her face and she opened her eyes and smiled at him in adoration. "May I?" He asked, brushing a loose strand of hair from her face.

"You may." She replied, closing her eyes and setting herself slowly down on him as he pushed ever so slightly through the barrier which is the primary source of stress in too many women's lives.

She shuddered, and her smile grew ever so slightly. As with many things, like donating blood for instance, that are painful, but necessary or fun, she had grown to enjoy the feeling. Pain, it seems, can make even the most bizarre and beautiful situations seem a little bit more real. The fact that she's quite thin probably didn't hurt either.

With his amazing sense of touch, Alucard could feel her folds become a bit warmer with the presence of blood. He was about to offer a retreat but Liz rocked her pelvis forward and bit her lip with a grin. Alucard decided that she'd tell him when he did anything bad, and gave little buck under her hips. She tossed her head back and sat up, leaning back a little, and continued to thrust her hips forward and back. She knew from experience that a man would orgasm regardless of her actions, but she, a female, was a bit pickier about her pleasure. She leaned back a bit more, feeling his head rub her G spot. This is normally a difficult thing to manage, but with the help of a bit of rule bending (such as gravity) and Alucard's slight, but pleasant upward curve, she was able to manage beautifully.

She sighed and moved her hips in a circle, listening to small groan from Alucard. She was close enough to coming that it was time to let Alucard to his man thing, and she leaned hard to the left, pushing Alucard's right side so he stayed even with her. He took over and rotated them ninety degrees, them now lying long ways on the massive cherry desk. He pushed himself up and supported himself with his knees, and his left hand, gently fondling her breast with his right. She Arched and moaned, involuntarily slamming her stomach into his. She gasped and dug her nails again into his back, pushing her head up and breathing heavy.

Alucard was in euphoria. The familiar scent of her clean shaven sex hung thick in the air, blending with the smell of sweat and he smoke of the extinguished candles. It rekindled his need for life; His never-ending desire for the continuation of his powerful bloodline which had begun so long ago. He tossed his hair back and thrusted fast and hard with the impeccable control he'd thought was long gone from his old soul. He Grinned as his lover arched her back and screamed right-out, feeling the rivulets of red like down his back. In a fit of passion Elizabeth lurched forward and stifled a scream by biting down gently on his shoulder, tears emerging from her red eyes. She wrapped her arms around his neck and Spread her legs as wide as they could physically go.

Alucard continued to slam his manhood into her vagina, encouraged by the tears of pleasure and the gasps of his mate. He went faster and faster, his muscles burning, until finally he reached his climax. He gave a final great thrust, lifting Elizabeth off the table, and tossed back his head.

Elizabeth had come five minutes ago and was close to her second. If she'd learned anything about Alucard, it was that he loved to finish what he started. Thus, she kept it to herself and pulled him in for a long, slow kiss. "I missed that a lot."

"As did I" said Alucard, nuzzling his lover and pulling her near. "I'm curious..." Said Alucard, suddenly inquisitive. "Do you have a bed?"

"Of course."

"Can we go there for round two?"

"Round two?"

"Round two."

"Fine. But we'll need to put our clothes back on."

"Sounds great. There's just something about a surface that gives....Its softer."

She blushed and kissed his cheek. "Well it seemed to do okay..."

A/N Whoa...Big break. Well, I hope this chapter makes up for it. I have a bit of an Idea, so it will hopefully pick up soon.

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