1The Passion of Fear and Hate

AN: Sorry for the lateness of this chapter. I had plenty of time to write during class, just no time to type it up at home. But it's my longest chapter so far.

WARNING! Sexual content in this chapter in the form of self pleasuring. Comes near the end of the fic.

The halls of the Hellsing Manor were silent as Alucard stood in his master's office. Many of the soldiers were on break, leaving Alucard to deal with the freak that was currently held up in the warehouse district. Sir Integra was telling him where the freak was and approximately how many ghouls there were. But her words fell on deaf ears as Alucard had already picked the information out of her mind. He was currently focusing on the smell of virgin blood that was emanating from the lower half of her body. Her voice held a hint of anger and irritation as she finished explaining the mission.

"Now leave my sight before I shoot you." Integra lit a cigar and took a few puffs of it before cringing as she heard Alucard's mocking laughter.

"As you wish My Master, though this mission is a complete waste of my time." Integra would have put up an argument, but she was far too tired and Alucard was already phasing through the floor.

Standing in front of her bathroom mirror, Seras' fingers traced over the imprint of her master's fingers that had been received the night before. Her mind flashed back to the event, a blush stealing over her cheeks. With a shake of her head, she walked back into her room, her eyes locking on the crimson liquid that was set on her table. She thought about dumping it, or trying, just to see if he would come to intervene.

"What is wrong with me?" Sitting down hard in her chair, she set her head on the tabletop.

"I fear my master, sometimes I even hate him. So why did his fingers around my neck feel so damned good?" She didn't quite understand the rush of heat that flooded her lower abdomen when she thought about it. She had never liked pain before, just the thought of being hurt sent a shiver down her spine. But when Alucard's strong hand curled around her throat, forcing her to feed, she didn't mind it at all. She actually liked it. She banged her head on the table once before tearing the top off of the blood packet. The words 'bloody hell' passed through her lips as she quickly gulped down the liquid, the sweet taste lingering in her mouth and on her lips, leaving her wanting more.

Alucard walked slowly in between the large warehouses, the wind causing a few tendrils of that black hair trailing into his face. His Casull was drawn as he spotted the first ghoul, the shot carrying on the wind to float through the quiet night. Grin was set in place as the group of ghouls exited the building in front of him. Shot after shot was fired, not one able to get close to him. Crimson hues looked up to the building as he spoke. "Such pitiful creatures. If you were a real Nosferatu, you would come down and fight me yourself."

His words were met with silence as his boots carried him into the large warehouse. Quick steps were heard as the freak vampire made its way to the roof. What a fool, there is no way out up there. But then again, it's not like he will survive anyway. Phasing up to the roof, Alucard stood before the roof access door. He could hear the freaks panicked breaths, hear him barreling up the stairs, trying to avoid death. Gun was raised as the door swung open, a startled cry raising from the throat of the "vampire" as he stared down the cold steel barrel of the large gun. "Please, please don't kill me."

Alucard simply laughed and cocked the gun. "You freak chipped vampires disgust me. You waste my time with your pitiful ghouls, killing for nothing but a few laughs. You have no real power." Alucard smiled evilly, the freaks eyes widening as he could only watch the red clad vampire squeeze the trigger.

"Rot in hell you freak piece of shit." The shot rang out loud and clear through the night. Brain matter and blood splattered over the roof access door and the stairway before the vampire turned to dust.

The night had been far too long and their was nothing to do, which left Seras to think, and that was bad. She needed to talk to Alucard. "I can't believe I slapped him. How stupid am I?" But if I hadn't slapped him... She shook her head, trying to rid herself of her line of thought.

Her internal clock was telling her that she still had about four hours until sunrise. But all she wanted to do was sleep, but she had to much energy to do so. Plus, she needed to talk to her master, but the warehouse district was a long way away. (Though she was forgetting that he could teleport.) Sighing, Seras stood from her chair and walked to her dresser. She shed off the Hellsing uniform and slipped into her nightgown, the bottom of the silky garment brushing against her thighs.

She sat on the edge of her bed before falling backwards, a light sigh escaping her lips. She found herself smiling as she laid herself correctly in her bed, her thoughts straying back to her master. With a light groan she turned over, her face in her pillow. "He's just so hot." The words were muffled through the pillow, but she nearly screamed it.

Alucard tucked his gun away and hopped soundlessly off of the warehouse roof. Looking to the sky, he could tell it was only a few hours until sunrise. Instead of teleporting, like he usually would, he decided to walk the distance to the Hellsing Manor. It wouldn't take to long, and it would give him time to think. Being that it was so late, almost no one was on the streets, and those who were, didn't even give the red clad Nosferatu a second look. "So, Seras has a love of pain, how did I not notice this before?"

He mused out loud, his coat billowing around him as the wind began to pick up. "Maybe I should take a new approach to this situation." Thinking back to the prior night, Alucard found himself frowning. His little Police Girl wouldn't last much longer if she kept flushing her meals. Someone should really remove that toilet. Shaking his head lightly and pushing those sunglasses back up the bridge of his nose, he teleported just outside of the Hellsing compound. "She needs to realize what strength she has. She needs to learn how to unlock her power, only then can she find her strength. Only then can she become mine. She still has a long way to go, but utilizing her powers is the start to becoming my No-Life Queen.

Seras turned herself back over in her bed, crossing her legs at the ankle. She sighed as she placed her hands behind her head, those crimson orbs staring at the top of her coffinbed, the lid still up. "I think I'm falling in love with him." Or maybe just lust. She shook her head, trying to dismiss that thought. She didn't like it. Her hand trailed to her neck again, the bruises had disappeared after she drank her dinner.

Her hand lowered to rest on her abdomen, her fingers running circles on the smooth silk. "I wish I knew what to do. I can only have him in my dreams. He'd never want a pathetic vampire like me." She sighed and closed her eyes, her mind floating to think what it would be like if she could have him.

Alucard's internal clock was telling him that it was two hours until sunrise. He checked the usual places to find something to occupy his time. Integra was getting some much needed sleep, and even though her loved to pester her, he knew she needed to not be awoken. Walter too was sleeping, so he wouldn't be up for one of their talks about the old days. With a smirk he headed towards the basement, wondering if his little submissive was still awake. Also wondering if she had fed. He needed to talk with her anyway.

Silently he phased just outside of Seras' bedroom, a smile crossing his lips. But that smile dropped for a moment as he scented the air. Pheromones But his smile was back in a second, even larger than before. "What is she up to?" He tuned in his hearing, seeking the sounds behind the barrier of the door. A light moan could be heard and instantly Alucard's pulse jumped. A thought was given as he hesitated before the door. But even though a vampire, he was still a man. He cloaked himself from her easily as he slipped through the door unseen and unheard. Though his presence was nearly given away as he had to hold in a gasp at the sight before him.

Seras lay stretched out before his eyes on her bed. Her skin was nearly glowing, her face flushed, signaling that she had fed. But that thought only crossed Alucard's mind for a split second as his eyes raked over the form of the woman on the bed. That pink nightgown was raised up her thighs, a slender hand slipped into the matching pink panties. He could hear Seras' panting as her fingers worked over her own sensitive spots. Her eyes were closed, a few beads of sweat on her brow. She was whispering something that Alucard couldn't quite catch. He could feel the tightening in his groin as he watched the movement of her hand, the rise and fall of her chest. After a few moments of just complete awe at the beauty before him, he finally could catch the word repeatedly falling from between her lips.

"Master."

Alucard watched in a red haze of lust as Seras' body shook with her climax, his name falling from her lips. His legs needed to move forward, the ache in between them driving his body forward a few steps. It went against every instinct not to take her. But he knew he couldn't, not like this. But still, he ventured into her mind. He saw her fantasies, what she craved for. Their bodies tangled and locked together in the most intimate of ways, the true way a master should be with their first fledgling. The visions only heightened his need, a violent torture against himself. He had to leave before he lost his self control. One last look was cast over her trembling form as he quickly phased through the door.

AN: Okay, doing a bit of a cliff hanger here, sorry, but if I try to finish it, it would be one long chapter and it would take another week to get out. I will have some down time this week, so hopefully the next chapter will be out Friday.