So we're on chapter four. This is farther than I thought we'd get! My thanks to those of you who have stayed interested in this story. Much love!

Sorry for the delay in updates, but we all know how inspiration works. It's there one minute and gone for the next three months. Frustrating, right? Anyway, let's get on with it. Hope you enjoy!

Cheater, Cheater

"Fire!"

Shortly after the word had been shouted into the misty evening air, a blaze of shots rang out and bullets flew across the courtyard.

A line of soldiers stood against the cool air, feet planted firmly in the gravel and dirt, eyes focused on the target boards set up across from them twenty yards away. Seras walked with her hands clasped firmly behind her back, assessing each and every of the thirty individuals that had been assigned to her earlier that morning. They had already been given their Hellsing uniforms, despite whether or not they were eligible to join Hellsing's forces.

"Again!" roared Seras, and she watched how they immediately obeyed her order, cocking their guns and firing them off at an impressive rate.

Obedient they were, and most were good shots.

As she rounded towards the end of the line, she noticed two of the soldiers snickering about something, their broad forms shaking with compressed laughter. Due to the sudden bang of shots being fired, she hadn't caught what they had thought was so funny and her eyes narrowed. The slightest bit.

She lazily came to a halt behind them and cleared her throat, causing them to swerve on their heels almost immediately, their eyes falling onto her as soon as they'd turned.

"And what," she began, raising an unimpressed brow, "is so funny?"

The taller of the two, a man with a shock of blackened hair and piercing blue eyes, split his lips into a grin and clucked his tongue at her. "Nothin', ma'am," he said, his voice shaking in an attempt not to break into another fit of laughter, "we're just admirin' how yer givin' us orders."

Seras opened her mouth to reply, before closing it abruptly. Obviously she was aware that it wasn't a compliment of any kind and more of a mockery. Probably of the fact she was a woman, and a pretty one at that. Perhaps it was simply because they looked at her and didn't see a soldier, but just an officer that dabbled mostly in paperwork who never got her hands dirty.

Maybe it was all of the above.

"I don't see how that's funny. Go on, explain it to me," she said, her voice cold, trying her very hardest to channel her inner Alucard.

The same man spoke again, her grin spreading wider as he did so. "Yer a wee little lady, an' yer supposed to be trainin' us? I bet ya' can't even get one shot on the board!"

That sent them both into the throes of laughter once again, his friend nearly doubled over from the lack of breath, their faces as red as blood. Seras prickled at that, for more than one reason.

Since she'd joined the police force, she'd had to prove herself. Over and over. Because she was a girl, because she seemed frail, weak, a burden more than an asset. It was tiring having to prove herself time and time again, because she could do it and probably better than most. Now, with her heightened senses and abilities, she knew she could end their lives within a matter of seconds. She could take a shot from miles away.

But was it worth proving?

She took a brief glance at the other soldiers, who all had their eyes pinned on her, waiting for her response.

She could see by their expressions they were losing faith in her quickly, and that lessened the chance of her being able to gain their respect and obedience. Really? She would have to do it again?

Seras inhaled a sharp breath of air and without a word spoken, she snatched the assault rifle from the man who'd mocked her and hoisted it up onto her shoulder like it was made of feathers. She stepped forward to the line and instead of aiming for the target board directly across from her, she turned and aimed for the last two at the other end of the courtyard.

Without a moments' hesitance, Seras fired a rapid succession of shots and each and every bullet hit the boards in a perfectly even horizontal line. She allowed the gun to fall from her shoulder and stepped back.

The tension in the air was thick and heavy, and the silence was loud in her ears.

"W-what was that about?" exclaimed the man behind her, the anger in his tone painfully evident. Seras turned to him with her eyebrows risen, a passive expression on her face. The sounds of wood cracking filled the air, and she watched the mens gazes being drawn to the target boards she'd assaulted, their eyes skimming over her briefly first.

There was a final creak, and she knew already the target boards had snapped into halves and she listened for the loud clatter as the old, heavy wood impacted with the gravel beneath it. Whispers of astonishment snaked their way through the soldiers, their approval burning in Seras' ear.

She didn't care to smile, though, nor show any sign of acknowledgement. Her eyes stayed pinned on the man who had spoken, who had mocked her, her gaze harsh and accusing, her posture straight and tall. Almost as though she was daring him to speak another word.

His mouth had tightened, his eyes narrowed, and he reluctantly brought his eyes back to clash with hers, his fury like tightened coils beneath his skin.

She rose a prompting brow.

"That..." he trailed off almost instantly, as though unable to bring himself to utter any kind of compliment, or even apology. "Sorry for doubtin' ya, miss."

Seras' lips quivered before she shrugged her shoulder, tossing his weapon back to him. "That's alright. Just be sure to know whatever you can do, I can do better," she said, her voice smug and proud. With that, she turned on her heel and returned to her trail where she had previously been pacing, before clearing her throat and nodding.

"Again!"

-oOo-

It was sometime around midnight, and already, the vampiress was exhausted.

The empty, cold halls were quiet as Seras dragged herself through them, her trawling steps echoing against the stone. She wasn't tired in the sense that she needed to sleep, more like her body was oddly exhausted. Her muscles were tight and sore, her mouth was dry and there was an ache like fire in her throat. It was constantly there, mewling like an attention-starved cat every so often, digging its claws in deep when she refused to acknowledge it.

She needed to feed.

That was the only way to quench the thirst, to silence that ache, and yet she couldn't. To indulge in the blood that lay waiting every evening seemed inhumane.

Granted, she didn't have to extract it herself, listen to the cries of pain from a live human being, but she knew it came from those veins. It came from the body of a live person.

It wasn't right.

Alucard had tried to coax her into feasting at the start yet she was having none of it. He had eventually given up, but every so often, there was a remark made, a sly comment about her deteriorating state. It was a cruel way of manipulating her self-image, something he knew she was already so self-conscious about, but he knew eventually, it would break her. Eventually, she'd be so desperate to restore her confidence, she'd drink.

She had already told herself she wouldn't allow that to happen, but it was something she was constantly so unsure of. Would she really think so little of herself that she'd need to prove her worth and drink in order to attain that proof? It was a daunting possibility.

"Oy, miss!"

A hollering voice broke her train of thought and she was snapped back into reality, her head whipping around just in time to catch sight of the burly soldier with dark hair from earlier, bounding down the corridor in a light jog in order to catch up with her.

She rose a quizzical brow, halting as he came to a stop beside her, lightly panting.

"Can I help you with something?" asked Seras, her tone painfully sharp. She hadn't yet forgotten his belittling attitude towards her from earlier, but it seemed as though maybe he had.

"I never had a chance ta' introduce myself earlier. Name's Blaxton, Blax if ya' want."

He stood heads taller than her, his form wide and almost intimidating. He was built thicker than Alucard, but he was nowhere near as terrifying than her Master. Right now, he reminded her of a playful puppy, the way he had a boyish grin aimed directly at her, his twinkling blue eyes settled on her face.

"Is that all, then, Blaxton?" she asked, her body shuddering. Her muscles were unbearably tense as she tried to block out the scent of him; a taunting scent of man and blood. She could practically feel his pulse in the air, listening to the intense beat of his heart. It was as though he was teasing her, standing just a bit too close.

"Where are ya' off to, miss?" he asked, taking a prompting step forward.

She glanced off down the hall, seeing her bedroom door only meters away.

"To my room. I have some files to review," she said, unsure of why she'd answered. She followed his step, but didn't falter as she began a brisk walk to her chambers, intent on getting away from him as soon as possible. Resisting the urge to pin him to the wall and drain him dry was getting increasingly difficult as mere seconds passed.

"Ah, right! I was jus' wonderin' about ya' since earlier is all. What's a pretty girl like you doin' workin' for a place like this?" he asked, his tone genuinely curious.

The way he cut his words off irritated her.

"I was brought in from the police force," she answered, hesitant to say more than that. She was aware they knew of supernatural forces in this world, but what's to say they'd be comfortable answering to the very monsters they were supposed to kill on sight? Somehow she doubted they'd be any bit wary of her, but it was still a precaution.

"An' who turned ya'?"

Seras stopped dead in her tracks, her skin whitening even more if that was remotely possible. She felt cold, a sudden wave of nausea overwhelming her and she turned on her heel, her eyes finding his in an instant. He was smirking, knowledge buried deep in those piercing blue eyes. He advanced towards her a step and she stumbled back, shaking her head.

"Excuse me?" she asked, her voice breathless.

He shrugged his shoulder, such a casual gesture. "Yer' not an average girl of twenty, miss. The way ye' carry yourself, the aim on ya', the pale of yer' skin. It's easy to tell to the trained eye."

She inhaled a breath, her eyebrows furrowed. If it was so easy to tell, why had no one else asked, or even pointed it out? She worked her tongue in her mouth, attempting to wet it again to speak. She felt sick, weak, a frail shaking body before him.

"My Master, Alucard... he turned me."

Seras wasn't sure if she was ever meant to tell anyone that, but in that moment, she could think of nothing else to say. He'd caught her so off guard, she didn't have time to come up with some witty response.

The man, Blaxton, chuckled. It wasn't the way Alucard did, no, this was almost... cruel.

"Ah, so yer' the bitch of the Hellsing's hound then." He nodded his head. "Makes sense, I suppose. Why else would ya' be so weak?"

Seras bolted.

It was too much, his words were pressing down on her, making her feel dizzy and disorientated, making her feel as though she needed to vomit. Her steps slammed against the stone floor, the heavy footfalls tolling in the air before she skidded to a halt outside of her door, sparing a fleeting glance behind her to see him standing right there.

Her mouth opened instinctively to scream but his hand, hot and heavy, covered it and next thing she knew, the door behind her was opened and she was colliding with the floor.

She landed with a heavy thud, falling awkwardly on her right arm. The sudden impact knocked both the strength and wind from her, and she lay there, desperately trying to catch a breath. She glanced up to watch him close the door, his eyes glinting in the darkness of her room. Seras attempted to scuttle to her feet but a swift kick into her stomach from his steel-toed boot made sure she never got there.

"Now, now, pretty girl. Don't go makin' things harder for yerself," he said in a wicked voice. His tone was sharp and cutting, and it sent the most unpleasant shivers through her.

She managed to roll herself onto her other side and clamber to her knees, a hand clutching her chest while the other stayed flat on the floor. Seras was panting, her eyes wide and panicked. Where is Alucard when you need him? The thought was practically screamed in her head as the man advanced towards her again, his hand outstretched.

Seras was too weak to fight it as his hand clasped around her throat and he lifted her clean off the ground, turning and slamming her against the wall with a force that seemed full of rage. He grunted in approval as she cried out, a pain erupting in the back of her skull.

"Stop, please," she whimpered, her eyes filling with tears.

He tutted at her, a grin on his lips, a haunting look on his features. "I'm wonderin' what to do with ya'," he mused, his eyes undressing her over and over again. "I could have my way with ya'. That would be fun. Yer Master would then be my bitch. I'd make you mine."

"No," she said abruptly. "No, please, not that."

Her voice was frantic, all of her emotions piercing holes through her speech. If Alucard were to see her now, he'd probably be disgusted. She was hanging mid-air, suspended by this human's hand around her throat, unable to fend him off. She wasn't worthy to be associated with her Master's name in that moment, and well she knew it.

"Or I could kill ya'. Yer weak enough."

His eyes locked onto hers then, and she knew what she was in for. His free hand came up and he ripped at her uniform, tearing the fabric like it was made of nothing. She yelped as her breasts were met by the cold air, her uniform sliding from her shoulders to fall around her waist. She closed her eyes in shame. Please, God. No.

His rough hand grabbed onto her left breast, kneading it harshly between his fingers while a grunting laugh from his lips filled the air around them. She cringed, her hands scrabbling at the one around his throat, desperate for him to release her.

"Yer so soft," he said then, his voice taking on a gentler tone now as he toyed with her, his hand so rough by comparison.

And then, a pulse of energy ravaged Seras' skin. Her flesh prickled at some ungodly force and her eyes snapped open just in time to see Alucard materialize behind her aggressor, and there was a quick, glinting blur of silver. Alucard's beloved gun was pressed to the back of Blaxton's head, and there was silence.

Seras could see the man's eyes grow in fear, his hand abruptly freezing on her skin before falling away. The one around her throat grew tighter.

She spluttered, her eyes wet and blurred as a smile spread on her lips, her face full of relief in that moment.

What happened after was something Seras thought she'd never have to witness up close.

Alucard cocked his gun and pulled the trigger, and next thing she knew, the front of Blaxton's head split open and a bullet whizzed past her face to lodge in the stone wall next to her, and she was dropped to her knees.

Blood sprayed down upon her, spattering against her cold, pale skin and she screamed as his body just crumpled. He collapsed with a heavy thud, his blood still spurting like a fountain from the hole in his forehead. Seras whimpered and scrabbled to get away from him, only to have her calf stepped on by Alucard's heavy boot.

She grunted and looked up, her gaze met by fiery red orbs and bared teeth.

"Master," she breathed, reaching a hand up in confusion, seeking some sort of affection but instead, his hand came down and wrapped itself in her hair. She could barely comprehend what was happening as she was pulled to her feet and literally thrown across the room, landing on her stomach on her bed.

She glanced behind her to see her Master walking towards her, a hateful energy pouring from his towering form. She whimpered, a terror like no other taking over her mind as she made to crawl to the other side of her bed. Alucard's hand latched around her ankle and he pulled her back towards him, not caring for her comfort.

"Master, stop, please!" she cried, begging more so than asking. Already her eyes were pooling with tears again, knowing what lay in wait for her. She turned her head slightly to look upon him, seeing the rage that contorted his face. A tremor ran through her body, shaking her bones.

"You are mine, Seras," he growled, his voice so twisted by fury she could barely recognize it. "No other is to lay a hand on you."

Alucard's mind was like a blizzard, different emotions punching him from angles he couldn't anticipate. Rage was the most prominent in that moment, and it coursed through his body, his veins alight with wildfire. He was beyond furious that she'd allowed herself to become so weak, so frail. This is not something he would let pass by so easily.

Seeing a man bare her skin in such a way, seeing another man touch his Draculina. It was sickening.

"How dare you let another touch you, slut."

His voice was deep in the pits of hatred, his tone cold towards her, like he had shut down any feelings he may have had for her. She would learn this was not going to be tolerated now, or ever. She was his.

"And I'm going to show you, Seras, how sluts are treated," he said, his voice scorching the weakling before him. He reached forward and grabbed her by the ends of her silken, blood-stained hair, and pulled her back towards him. She cried out, pain laced through that pitiful sound as he forced her onto her knees. He wasted no time in ripping apart the rest of her uniform, baring her body to him.

Her underwear stood no chance against his nails as he shredded them from her plump ass, discarding the fabric quickly and effectively. He took a short glance at his nails and lay a hand to rest on her ass cheek. She whimpered beneath him, her eyes finding his as her face was pressed into the mattress.

"Please, Master, I'm begging you. It wasn't my fault."

Her voice was pleading, it was so small, and he couldn't help but hate her for it. She was such a sweet thing, something he didn't truly want to ever hurt. All he wanted was to protect her. But how could he do that when she wouldn't protect herself?

"But it was. You refuse to drink, you allow your body to crumble. You're killing yourself, and with this state you're in, how do you expect to ever be strong enough to protect yourself?" he snarled at her, his words cutting deep.

Had he a rational thought in his brain, perhaps he would have realized she was right. This sniveling, cowardly little girl beneath him was right. It wasn't her fault. And yet, the rage that filled him so said otherwise and demanded she be punished for her part to play in riling this beast inside of him. Someone had to be blamed. Right now, it was Seras.

There was a hate inside of him like no other. It was a monstrous thing, dark and full of shadows, a beast he managed to keep tamed most days.

But because of her, it had come to life, rattling its chains and roaring inside of him, crying so loudly it was almost deafening.

"I'm sorry!"

The two words, spoken in a sob from her mouth, brought him back into the moment from his turmoil. He glanced down at her, a distasteful curl of his lips showing his teeth to her. But what has she to be sorry for? It was a small echoing of a voice inside of his skull, and he was so caught by her innocence that he nearly answered it.

But then the images of a grubby hand marring her flesh came to play before his eyes.

"I don't care," he growled at her, the sound reverberating through the room. His fingers clawed then, and his nails pressed deep into her skin. He took his index finger and punctured her flesh, a bubble of her red blood flaring against her pale immediately. As he began to drag his nail through her flesh, the mewls and cries of pain from her were flattened against the roaring fury he felt.

He watched as her skin split apart, her beautiful red rising to the white surface, flowing freely over the curve of her ass. He watched as her body trembled beneath the sharp assault, watched as her muscles tensed over and over, her mouth clamped shut in an attempt to show no more weakness.

So he dug deeper.

He carved his nails through her flesh, scarring her, branding her with a word she resembled to him in that moment of blind fury.

The deeper he went, tapping her veins, the more agitated she became, her screams dying in her throat until it became too much of a strain and she opened her pretty mouth, a shrill shriek like no other he'd ever heard cascaded from her mouth. It was a long, pitiful scream, full of pain and a certain terror.

Just what he wanted her to feel.

He finished his biting assault on her with a curve of his nail and retracted his hand, stepping back to admire his handiwork. In her soft, precious flesh, bleeding heavily now, was the crude spelling of the word slut. The edges of the wounds were jagged, and he'd made sure they were – as it healed, the scars would be ragged and angry, and it was the perfect reminder to her.

He spared a glance to the rest of her trembling body, and watched how her back worked, her chest obviously rising and falling as she panted.

Alucard reached down and tangled his fingers in her hair, wrenching her head up to him. "Open," he barked at her, and Seras' mouth opened without hesitance. Alucard hastily pressed his finger into her mouth and wiped it on her tongue, making her taste herself before he pulled himself back but refusing to release his grip in her hair.

"Consider this my warning," he said, his voice low and threatening.

Alucard then rose his hand into the air before bringing it down onto her brand hard, feeling the slick impact his flesh had with her bloody ass. Her body jolted forward like she'd had fifty thousand volts shocked through her veins and a scream left his Draculina's lips; a scream that was heart wrenching, a scream that, perhaps in another circumstance, would have caused guilt to drown him.

He shook his head, expelling any pity he might have felt for her from his head.

Alucard then pulled her back again, and threw her to the hard stone floor, pushing her onto her knees and pulling her roughly around to face him, all while ignoring the cries of pain and hisses of reluctance she made.

He undid his belt with haste, sliding his zipper down, allowing his thick, hardening member to fall from his clothing.

Seras' eyes were wide as she watched him, and a smirk grew on his lips. It was still amusing to see her reaction even though she'd encountered him like this more than once before. She was still very much the innocent little girl he'd essentially murdered.

"I was going to fuck you," he remarked, leaning down the slightest bit while pulling on her hair again, forcing her head back and making her look him dead in the eye. "But you're not worthy of being filled with me tonight, little slut."

He watched as her sweet, pale face contorted into something of self-pity, watched as her bottomless blue eyes filled with crystal tears, watched without a care as those tears spilled down her cheeks, silver in the dim moonlight. He took such pleasure from watching her lose the motivation to fight back, the way she accepted her fate, the way she lost her grip on hope that this would have a different outcome if she complied.

His favourite plaything.

He leaned back then, and pulled her closer, his grip in her hair still as tight and cruel.

Seras shyed away from her Master's gaze, unable to look at this cruel being before her. She was lost in the throes of desperation but she simply didn't have the power to fight back. She'd already displeased him once, what on Earth would be her punishment if she were to do it a second time?

That was something Seras didn't want to discover.

Her vision was blurred with her tears as she looked back to his waiting member, already hard and waiting, twitching ever so slightly in anticipation. Seras could feel the sting of his nails in her skin and shuddered, leaning forward to complete the task he expected her to do.

Her wet, plump lips parted and she trailed her gaze up along his form to lock eyes with him as she slowly, carefully, took the head of his cock into her mouth. She closed her lips around him and swirled her tongue around his sensitive member, her saliva hot and tantalizing. Once acquainted with the taste of his flesh, she began to suck on him, slowly at first.

Seras listened for the sounds of pleasure that left her Master's lips, those subtle groans in his throat, the slight growls of ecstasy that vibrated in his chest.

She took them as a sign that she was doing a good job, that she was pleasing him just as much as he had for her that very first night. Her tongue moved around him expertly, exploring every curve and ridge of his hard shaft, coating him in her thick, hot saliva.

The lewd sounds her mouth created as she sucked him brought a painfully hot blush to her cheeks, and she closed her eyes, too embarrassed to look at him as she performed this sinful act on him. As she continued, her pace growing quicker, her desperate need to please him stirring a kind of animalistic hunger inside of her, the sounds grew louder, but so did Alucard's.

She glanced up warily to see his head tilted back slightly, his red eyes closed in bliss, his mouth open in that graceful kind of way. A moan that Seras might have described as sweet left his lips as she let out a pleased purr in response, the sound vibrating him in her mouth.

"Seras..."

His voice was otherworldly. There was a tranquility about it, and it sounded as though he was lost somewhere in the depths of pleasure. He breathed her name, something that sent chills shivering down her hurting spine, and she glanced up to look at her Master in this state.

What she was met with was unsettling.

Alucard's lips were curved into a smile that screamed danger, the smirk in place unwavering, his eyes flashing a warning red. She stopped, and pulled away from him, aware of her saliva as it dripped from her lips, her mouth open in surprise.

"Nice try."

The words could have cut into her flesh deeper than his nails ever would as he suddenly wrenched her head forward, pulling her back to his cock. He slammed himself into her mouth, sinking into her throat with one swift motion and Seras choked on his size immediately.

Her Master placed his other hand onto her head, his fingers ripping into her hair as he began to fuck her throat viciously, pulling his twitching length out only to ram it back down her throat, filling her mouth, silencing her cries of protest. She gagged on him, unable to catch a breath, barely able to notice the tears streaming from her eyes as he filled her mouth over and over, mercilessly, relentlessly.

She rose a hand and placed it against his abdomen, trying and miserably failing to cease his pace. He cared for nothing else than his own pleasure though, shoving his cock down her throat and slamming her face against his pelvis without a care for her needs.

It was a brutal assault on her mouth, and she stared up at him, eyes pleading for him to stop.

But he didn't.

His hips moved so quickly, so hard, forcing her to choke on his cock as it sank deeper into her throat, stretching her lips wide open for him, making her accommodate him. Her saliva soaked her as it poured from her lips, dribbling onto her breasts as he facefucked her viciously, his grunts of pleasure and effort filling the hot air around them.

Seras' cries were muffled, absorbed by him, her eyes so blurred with tears she could barely make out his features.

But that only fueled his hateful desire to break her.

"Swallow, you slut," he growled then, the words resonating in her brain like a tolling church bell as he gave one final slam into her mouth.

She felt then as his hot cum poured into her throat, its sticky consistency sliding through her as he pumped his essence into her mouth, his body shaking slightly as a long, pleased groan left his lips. Seras swallowed, having no other choice, choking on the taste of him slightly. She was surprised to taste the salty warmth of him, but she wrapped her tongue around him as he pulled from her mouth.

She darted forward and her tongue flicked against him in long, hard licks, clearing the creamy liquid from his twitching shaft, eager to taste every last drop. Satisfied when she had finished, she fell back onto her heels, breathless and unable to speak, a fire burning in her throat.

She watched in silence as her Master fixed himself, doing his belt and standing there, staring down at her.

"Go rest," he finally said, breaking the deafening silence. "We'll talk tomorrow."

And with that he turned, leaving his Draculina with a branded ass, a sore throat and a puzzled expression, sitting limp on the floor.

-oOo-

Alright, cool.

Whaddya' think? I'm so painfully aware it took me way too long to upload this, but sometimes real life gets in the way. I did actually struggle a lot with this chapter when I did finally sit down to write it, but I'm glad it got finished in the end. Big thanks to those who helped me decide on the punishment of Seras!~ lots of love.

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