Oh hey there, come here often?

Yes, the ninth chapter of this fucked up love story has taken a very long time. Not long after the last update, I just... lost all inspiration. Everything I wrote didn't sound right, and then I couldn't write at all. As annoyed as you guys are by the delay, just know I'm twice as annoyed. Thank you for your patience, my dears, and I hope you can forgive me for the time it's taken. I hope it satisfies y'all nasties (said with love).

Also, I imagine Alucard's inner beast to be a werewolf. Like the ones in Skyrim. I don't know why, but that's what I've imagined it to be since day one.

Make Me Bad

We're not finished yet?

Seras lay there as though she'd been shot with a tranquilizer, her breathing furious as it came in quickened pants, her body trembling like she'd been hooked up to the mains, yet she couldn't move, couldn't think, the heat inside of her rising to the surface.

She could feel as Alucard pulled his slender digits from her – earning a cry of reluctance – and she just about found the strength to lift her head from the mattress beneath her to look at him, her breath hitching in her chest as she did so.

There weren't many sights in Seras' life that had caught her by surprise to the degree the sight of her Master did in that hazy moment.

His pale skin was caught by the soft, shimmering moonlight, the high angles of his cheekbones illuminated like a trail of stardust in the dead of night; the shadows of his captivating eyes darkened to enhance the light of his unsettling, lusting pupils. Her eyes traced the detail of his open collar, the thin streams of blood from her wounds in his neck causing a shiver to tickle its way through her.

I marked him. He is mine.

The thought wasn't one from a rational place, its meaning not holding much weight in that partiular time, but even in her sensually intoxicated state, she knew it was significant – something of a milestone in their fucked up relationship.

Her teeth had broken his flesh like his had hers so many times before. He was subject to the same feelings, the same thoughts, the same cravings. The same feelings of pleasure that raced through her veins each time he had bitten her had stampeded their way through his not long ago. He had bowed his head to her, more or less.

So what? You think that makes you even?

And there was the rage again, its blackness pouring into her thoughts, fighting through the post-climax delirium with fists of fire, its disfigured mouth open in a battlecry.

Somewhere inside of her body, Seras was still there, a frightened little girl banging on a mirror, watching this temptress take over her mind and soul, witnessing how this Draculina moved, spoke, acted. It was all so terrifying, and yet Seras knew deep down that she couldn't fight it off. This vampire, this angry, hate-filled seductress wasn't backing down. She was here to stay.

Let me out. Please.

This was the blood. This was because of the blood that belonged in Alucard's veins, all this torment and loathing was a part of him, and she had willingly taken it into her own body. These feelings coming to the surface were her own – she was well aware of that – but they were being fuelled by her Master's lifeblood.

And yet, she was losing that piece of mind that was herself. Slowly, she was slipping into the darkness of it, the claws of desolation hooking into her flesh and ripping her away. Pulling her from rational thought. Forcing her to succumb to the power of Alucard's blood. And she couldn't stop it.

-oOo-

Alucard straightened himself, pulling his body upwards. His knee stayed planted firmly between his Draculina's trembling thighs, and he began to unbutton his blood-stained white shirt, slowly but surely revealing his scarred, chisled skin. He could have laughed at how Seras' bloodred gaze followed every move of his fingers, practically entranced by him.

It was a sight he never thought he'd get to witness.

"Be careful, little girl," he said, his voice low and amused, "you'll drool if your jaw hangs any lower."

She didn't respond for a moment, and Alucard's attention sparked as she blinked. There was a film over her eyes, a glistening that hadn't been there moments ago. Her pupils constricted into needlepoints and her gaze snapped up to meet his.

There was a chill in the air as a slow, lazy smile spread across her lips. She shifted on the bed, sitting up, placing her hands behind her as a prop, and she crossed her legs. He absentmindedly took a step back as she shimmied forward on the bed.

"As if you could make me drool, Alucard."

He didn't react, his face appearing emotionless, his body remaining unnaturally still. But his eyes flared to life, their red depths blazing suddenly – a sharpened contrast to his bone-white skin. He dropped his hands from the buttons, his shirt now fully undone, and simply stared at her, a nerve fluttering wildly in his jaw.

"Excuse me?"

Though he tried to keep it from his voice, there was no hiding the intimidation in his tone.

The words slipped from his lips like venom, his eyes too wide, his jaw too tight. He felt his beast stir within its confines, the distant rattling of chains sounding like sirens in his head. It had caught the scent of a challenge, its head rising from the ground.

"I'm quite sure you heard what I said," sighed the Draculina before him, the mask of Seras contorting in such a way that made him feel violated. It was unsettling, the way her body moved like liquid as she rose to stand before him, a mere whisper of air between them. "You're not as Godly as you think yourself to be."

He couldn't help it.

Alucard's strong hand rose to grip her throat, his fingers pressing into her flesh in a dangerously harsh vice. His lips curled away from his teeth, his fangs bared in a vicious snarl.

"You might like to rethink that statement, Seras," he muttered, his voice strained with the attempt to remain calm. "You might suddenly find yourself in a position you can't cry your way out of."

The sharp laugh that left her lips sounded like glass shattering in his ears. Her hands, small and dainty, came to wrap around his forearm, her touch lighter than a feather, stirring something sweet beneath his skin. But it felt wrong. It felt nauseating.

This wasn't the sweet girl he had become softened by, this was a killer. He could see it in her eyes, the bloodlust, the desire for death. This was the Draculina that had lay dormant in her veins. And it was as though he were looking into a mirror.

"Funny. As if tears ever helped before, my dearest Alucard," she said, her lips stained with his blood moving slowly. "No, I don't intend to shed a tear this night. I intend to shed blood."

And just like that, Alucard witnessed her first demonstration of pure vampiric strength. Her hands tightened around his arm, and she pushed forward so forcefully that his feet carried him with her heave. He felt as though he might have momentarily been airborne before the wind in his ears died away and his back collided harshly with the stone wall.

The breath was knocked from his lungs, and stars crossed his vision as he let out a sudden growl.

"For every single time you decided I was no more than a ragdoll, I'll throw you around twice. It seems fair, doesn't it? Or have you a complaint?" she asked, and still she held to that sickly-sweet tone of innocence, the bare lisp of her fangs a reminder that she was not at all this thing of grace she posed as.

Alucard found himself unable to respond, a wild snarl the only sound he could make. Despite having fought in countless wars, brawling in the streets, slaying a thousand enemies for Hellsing, he was having trouble regaining his senses from one small vampire.

Do you truly want to fight back? Do you really want to harm her?

Even if he had wished to, Alucard didn't have the time to respond to his inner thoughts because as soon as the stars had cleared from his vision, Seras' hands had wrapped themselves in his open shirt and she pulled him forward with a force he hadn't ever expected from her before he was being thrust back again.

He wasn't made of steel, but as his body connected with the wall once again, he felt it weaken behind him, and the sound of stone shattering rang like an alarm in his ears. A cloud of dust shot out from behind him, coating him in a thin layer of it.

"How does it feel, Alucard?"

Her voice came to him through a whisper, and while his vision was black, he could hear perfectly. Her lips grazed his ear, their soft surface causing a shiver to run through his spine, the fingers of a skeleton pressing against his flesh.

"How does it feel to be hurt? To be abused? To be thrown about like you're weightless? Like you mean nothing?" she asked, and he felt the hatred from her words. The defiance, the sorrow, the anger. It was all there in the way she spoke, and that's when he realised that Seras was still in there somewhere.

She wasn't stopping the Draculina, but she was still speaking to him in a subtle way. She may not have had the heart to physically touch him, but she had the courage to allow this vampiress born of lust and fury to seep into her mind and body, allowing it control of her. Allowing it to do and say everything she could not.

"It feels fine," he replied, his voice raspy, "considering it'll earn you a punishment I'll take pleasure in giving."

He watched as she blinked in response, clearly taken aback, before his hands swooped in under her arms and he hoisted her up into the air. Alucard spun blindly around, and slammed her not-so-gently onto the bedside locker to their left. He knocked the lamp from its place, and he heard a cry from Seras as her bare ass collided with the hard wood heavily.

Alucard wasted no time in planting one hand firmly on her breastbone and giving it a rough shove, forcing her to fall back onto her hands, while placing the other behind her knee and pulling her forward so that she was almost sloped toward him.

"Haven't you learned by now that your actions have consequences, you little bitch?" he snarled at her, his voice low and threatening.

Though it was only a brief confrontation and a mere second of his dominance being questioned, he had never felt so infuriated by something before. She dared to push a limit she had never pushed before, press his buttons in a way that he was blinded by rage and there was the taste of fire in his mouth. She was getting too comfortable in this body too quickly, and he was going to remind her of her status. Hard and fast.

He pulled her legs apart with a force that should have made her bones pop and rattle before hastily undoing his belt. His member, despite his manhood being doubted for a moment, was still hard and twitching with excitement, and he felt it was time his cock be rewarded.

"You'll need to teach me again, Master," she said, and his eyes were drawn to hers as she spoke.

She's disrespecting you. Punish her. Destroy that disobedience.

Alucard's beast was alert now, on its hind legs, ripping at its bindings and roaring with a rage he hadn't felt in quite a while. Even when she had been groped by that other man, though he had been blinded with hatred, this was not even close by comparison. This was primal fury, coming from a place he had not visited in some time.

He simply grunted in response – pushing the rage down for a moment – before wrapping his hand around the base of his shaft, guiding his hot head towards her soaking fuckhole.

Instead of waiting a moment and easing himself in, as soon as he felt her pussy give way slightly, he slammed himself into her, pushing in until his hips met the insides of her thighs in one fluid, hard motion. If she had screamed, he didn't hear it; he was thrusting in again, harder with every shove of his hips, his cock ripping through her with the intention to cause pain.

This wasn't going to be what she'd ever experienced before.

As a fledgling, he'd always been subconsciously aware of how many trials he was putting her body through. Even when he'd wanted to split her in half with a brutal fucking, he'd never quite gone that far. He would have probably killed her if he had, and he wasn't finished with his toy just yet.

But now she had the power of a true vampire running rampant in her veins, wreaking havoc as it flushed through her system. Now she was an equal to him, and she was an equal drunk on bloodlust. That was such a funny thing, bloodlust – it turned the most docile of creatures into flesh craving murderers, bringing the inner beast of every thing alive in the most gruesome of ways.

And he saw it in her now, with every vicious pound of his hips against her thighs, her lips inched that bit further into a selfish smile, her eyes glazed with an understanding of the power exchange that was taking place.

"You're a freak. You crave no other way to be touched. This is all you want to know, and it's all you've ever wanted to know."

His voice came out in a growl of words, their pronunciation coming from the most gutteral part of him. He stared her down as he spoke, watching the widening of her pupils as she took every word in its most literal sense, a beautiful warp of fear and pleasure carving itself into her features as she processed what he was telling her.

"Yes, Master," she said, and immediately she bit down on her lip, a quiver of shock rippling through her body, making her insides clamp around him in a way that caused him to suddenly still himself.

Yes, Master.

The realisation of what she just said settled in his mind.

She has not forgotten her place. She recognizes her Master.

He could have keeled over and died a happy man right then and there, but the sadist in him was already digging its claws in and was demanding charge. Hearing her speak those two words lit a fire inside of him like nothing else ever had before, the true euphoria from her acceptance of him as her Master causing him to bow his head to the beast tearing at its chains.

She was finally equiped to deal with the violent love he took pleasure in giving to her. She was finally embracing the pleasure in pain, its wicked sting now bringing a glint to her eye and it was such an endearing sight to watch her squirm beneath him. He savored the moment now as he was in his right mind – drinking in the sight of her pale, beautiful skin, every scar and mark a dainty silvery sheen against its canvas of white, her golden locks pouring over her face and shoulders in silken waves, her eyes the strangest mix of blue and red, drawing him into their depths.

Her beauty was unmatched by any woman before her, and though he found himself falling before the darkness of his beast, he knew he wouldn't destroy her. He knew that she must be kept intact, whether or not he could control himself. Even if he would suffer for her, it was a sacrifice he was finally willing to make.

-oOo-

Seras was taken aback by the sudden stillness of her Master, her lips open to form a delicate little 'o'. Had she not partaken in feasting upon his blood, perhaps the change in him would have gone unnoticed – the distinct but subtle narrowing of his pupils, the sudden draining of light from his red eyes. The usually tight set to his jaw fading now so that his mouth opened in a wicked grin, showing too much teeth.

It was unsettling.

And yet the Draculina inhabiting her body purred with delight, her hips twitching against his motionless form as though to provoke some sort of attention.

Seras was just floating now, watching the body she used to know so well pupeteer itself into a sitting position, the arms she had used to fight herself from his grip not too long ago (poorly, in retrospect) now coming to wrap themselves around his neck, her lips just about grazing his chin with their kitten-like smile.

"Did I catch you off-guard, Master?" she asked, her words dripping with sickly-sweet honey. "Oh, I'm sorry. It wasn't my intention to kill the mood."

Her tone was so offensively bright and airy, as though she wasn't able to take him seriously in what would appear to the outside world as a very delicate moment. His inner turmoil, the workings of his mind, none of it registered to her as a sensitive issue. Hers had never once stopped him in his tracks, so why should it be any different now?

She tangled her fingers in his hair – the movement so light that it was enough to go unnoticed – before she locked her grip and wrenched his head back, forcing his entire body a step back and as he opened up the space between them, she slithered to her knees before him.

"Perhaps there's a way for me to fix that."

Without giving him a chance to respond, she parted her lips and shot him a wide, wicked smirk. Her hands slowly but surely ran themselves up his legs, her nails catching in the fabric of his pants every so often, the flat of her palms feeling the tensed muscles in his legs almost shudder with anticipation and she'd never felt more in command before.

He was the one feeling her touch; he was the one that was finally waiting for her mercy and time, her attention. He was the one subject to some twisted desires, a body only existing in that moment because she wanted something to play with.

He was her toy.

And she was living in every second of this power trip, taking her time as she slowly wrapped her hands around the base of his hard, hot, throbbing cock, his member standing to full attention as she knelt before him, her dainty hands holding him in such a way that was almost daring him to make a move. Daring him to struggle like she always would if this had to have been reversed.

Daring him to give her a reason to hurt him.

Yet he stayed perfectly still, his mouth hanging open slightly and she could hear the shallow huffs of air whispering through his lips, almost as though he were panting. And it was surreal to her. She was looking at him now through blood-tinted eyes, and all she wanted to do was break him. Drive him wild with pleasure until all he could think of was her, all he could bear to physically endure in pain was to be performed by her and only her; she wanted to possess him.

And somewhere in the haze of sex and pain, Seras was wishing for her wrists to be slit and every drop of blood in her veins to be spilled, she wanted his dominant, fucked up version of love out from underneath her skin. She hated the thoughts pushing down upon her, the way they were stained with degredation making her feel somewhat ill. Yet she couldn't stop them as they rose to the surface, watching her twisted fantasies play out.

He is yours. He's in your grip. He's yours to do with what you want.

A shiver ran down her spine as she leaned forward and very sweetly kissed the head of his cock, a playful smile on her full, pink lips.

He growled but it faded into a groan as she opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around him, her tongue lapping gently at the sensitive spot between the head and shaft. His head fell back, and she felt as his hand went to her hair, his fingers wrapping tightly in her golden locks but she felt no force – usually that was his leadup to ramming his entire length down her throat and causing her to choke.

"Fuck, Seras."

In those two words she heard the torment in his voice, all the tension in his muscles tightening as he spoke. His usually iron tone was slightly shaken, as though all the rage inside of him was coiled tightly; he was really fighting the urge, and some part of her didn't want that.

But the dominant part of her did, and it was just waiting to pounce on the moment he gave in to his sadistic desires. Just so she could hurt him. Just so that she could inflict the same agony he had to her so many times, yet forced her to enjoy it. She'd do the same – she may have seemed somewhat cruel, but it was a fair trade.

Yet he didn't move an inch, staying still as she began to suck, her tongue gliding seamlessly against him, leaving trails of tingling fire in her wake. She watched him almost crumble beneath her contact, his usually stoic expression cracking now – small lines of vulnerable pleasure seeping through the lines. He was holding himself together best he could, but she could see past it. He was falling to pieces and being reborn again inside, even if his physique was holding its ground.

-oOo-

She's breaking you into pieces.

The thought was running rampant through his mind, playing on repeat.

He couldn't bear to bring himself to look into her eyes as he felt her mouth work around his shaft, her tongue coating him in her hot saliva, her lips drawing moans from the deepest part of his being. Every so often, he'd feel the tease of her fangs and it caused him to shudder ever so slightly in response.

She was in control now, and though he didn't intend to let her to continue it much longer, there was really very little he was willing to do in that particular moment. He didn't dare risk a bite where her mouth was causing him to currently feel rapture, for many reasons. Yet what was he supposed to do?

Let her have her way with him?

That was impossible – not only would he refuse to lie down and take it, but if ever she were to taste the sweet honey of victory over him, never again would he be able to break her into the submissive she truly was at heart. She'd become a formidable opponent, always clashing with her, always trying to establish some sense of dominance over her.

If she were to succeed in having him melt into her hands, he'd be completely and truly at her mercy.

And that wasn't going to happen.

He glanced down as though to appreciate the moment before he ended it. His gaze fell first to her eyes as they flickered up to his and he suddenly was entranced by her all over again.

It was as though the bloodlust pumping through her veins in lieu of adrenaline was fighting through the blue of her eyes, the bloody red pooling into those oceans. Her lips encircled him, pink and plump against his cock, and he watched as she took him to the back of her throat, a grin stretched on her open mouth.

God, yes, he was enjoying her work, and that was what made this dance very dangerous for him. If he allowed his fledgling to overpower him, what good would he be to her as a mentor? He had so much to show, so much to teach – if he allowed himself to fall to his knees before her now, she may never be willing to listen to him again. And that was just unacceptable.

"I hope you've enjoyed this little power trip, my Queen," he said, his voice strained behind clenched teeth, "because I'm about to remind you who belongs to who."

His fingers in her hair suddenly wrapped tighter around the silken locks, and he ripped her head back, removing himself from the confines within her throat. She fell back onto her heels with a loud, almost infuriated cry and instinctively raised a clawed hand which he anticipated rather quickly.

He folded at his hips and bent to brush his nose against hers, demanding without words that she look nowhere else but his eyes, forcing her to experience the moment for what it was; he was going to show her just how much pain and pleasure intertwined with each other.

"To your feet, Seras Victoria."

He watched her lips curl back from her teeth in preparation to tell him otherwise but immediately he'd had enough of letting her decide. He would make her listen and obey whether she wanted to or not.

Still holding the hand that had moments ago been raised to attack him, he yanked her up and wrapped the other arm around her waist. Alucard lifted her as though she was weightless before crossing the distance to the bed and throwing her down onto it.

As she landed, he caught one of her legs and threw it to the side, forcing her to turn over onto her stomach. Without a word, he positioned her onto her knees and pulled her hips up into the air.

"Be a good girl, won't you?" he asked, his tone sounding somewhat exasperated. "You know what will happen if you're not."

-oOo-

The way he was manhandling her was causing a riot to break out within Seras. It brought to life the strangest combination of arousal and fear, trailed closesly by anger and outrage. Yet even then, she complied, not fighting or struggling against the way he moved her, even fixing herself to the height of his cock.

"Yes, Master." She turned her head slightly to glance over her shoulder at him, just momentarily catching his eye, "only good girls get fucked, right?"

The part of Seras that knew this was wrong, the part of her that was barely afloat now in the river of darkness sweeping through her mind, was screaming for it to end. For it to be over, for Alucard to just leave her be. The Draculina had no intention of allowing that to happen though – that part of her mind was dripping with lust and anger, a combination deadly enough to make her forget reason.

Which is exactly what was happening to her.

As soon as those words had left her mouth, a wolf-like grin spread over Alucard's features and his hand clamped itself down onto her hip. She didn't fight the pull, and as she felt the hot head of him brush against her, a whine left her lips.

"That's right, my Draculina. Now hush and let me take what I want."

On that word he slammed himself deep inside of her. There was no time for her to react before he was pulling his hardened length out and pushing it back in again, deeper this time, earning a cry of pure pleasure. The hand on her hip tightened as he began to pick up a pace, a slow hard one that made sure she felt every inch.

Never before had she felt him like this – every throb of him pulsed against her, the heat of his cock as it pushed against her cervix making her thighs quiver, the feeling of fullness making her moan as she felt the walls of her pussy tighten around him.

This is different.

Every nerve within her was alive now, and the difference was unlike anything she had ever imagined no mind felt before. It was as though the barriers of flesh between them melted away until every thrust of his hips just pushed her further into a sensless state of being. She was losing herself to the rhythm of his hips, becoming numb of mind.

He was taking her apart bit by bit without even realising, and as he fucked her hard and slow she subconciously started to move against him. As he slid out of her she drew further away until he was barely grazing against her slick hole, before she slammed her hips back against him, enveloping the entirety of his thick cock in one smooth motion.

"Oh, fuck."

The sound of his voice, so helpless, so surprised, it was enough to motivate her to ride against him. She reached a hand back and grabbed onto his thigh with an iron grip, forcing him to still himself as she began to fuck him.

Immediately she felt some bit of control return to her and a delirious laugh of pleasure left her lips before it faded into a moan.

I understand. I understand the sadist.

While she may not have entirely related to the sadist she knew he truly was at heart, she understood how having control got him off. She understood why he would beam in delight as she lay motionless beneath him, taking the strides of his cock in a somewhat airy yet obedient state. She understood how her compliance in the past had led him to take advantage of her willingness.

It was the submissive vulnerability that she was feeding from at that moment, and she was enthralled by it. So this is why he did what he did.

Power.

Its seductive taste in her mouth fuelled her body as it continued to take mindless pleasure, its fire in her veins causing her to feel him ten times more intensely as his girth stretched her open, making her drip with her own arousal. This euphoria was matched by none before it, and all she could do was revel in it.

Until he opened his mouth.

"I suppose you need to be reminded of what it's like to obey me."

As soon as his mouth had closed, a hand was placed on the back of her head and her face was shoved down into the bed, before the same hand moved to grip the back of her neck, holding her firmly in place. She let loose an infuriated, choked snarl, but all she got in response was a laugh and a firm reminder from his cock to stay still and let him take what he wanted.

Just let him take it. Stop fighting.

And though the Draculina was filled to the brim with fight, the way he held her down and slammed himself into her over and over, pushing her closer to yet another orgasm, she was losing that desire.

The force he began to fuck her at was unmatched by any time before, and before long she was clenching the sheets beneath her tightly in her fists, her mouth open as she huffed in shallow breaths. Before long she was lost in it, in him, in the feeling, in the sensation of it all. This is what it was like to be fucked into submission without fear and by all the Gods, she had never felt so in charge of herself before.

The irony of it all should have made her laugh, but that orgasm was being forced closer and closer, the blood pumping through her veins now feeling like it was too thick, her skin getting hotter and hotter.

"Master," she said, but it came out in a voice she couldn't even recognize, "I'm going to cum. I can't hold it."

The hand on the back of her neck slid around to the front and her air supply was quickly cut off. She choked on the shortened inhale and felt as he lifted her from the matress with that hand. As soon as she was short of breath, her eyes rolled back into her head and she went almost limp in his grip.

"Then don't," he said into her ear, his fangs biting down suddenly; her body began to twitch wildly as he pierced the lobe with his teeth. "Cum for me, Seras. Now."

And on that word, she released it and his hand let go of her throat. She inhaled quickly and a scream followed the exhale, a scream full of longing and pleasure, a scream that was truly free of terror. And she fell back against him, her hips twitching against his cock.

-oOo-

Alucard felt as his Draculina's pussy tightened around him, clenching as she came. And she came fucking hard.

The second she screamed he pulled free of her, his own orgasm bursting forth. He looked down to see as his cum spurted from the head of his cock, its clear liquid shooting forward to land amongst the sheets of the bed, a deep groan rumbling inside of his chest. Something akin to stars crossed his vision as the roar of his pulse deafened him to anything else outside of the moment that enveloped the two of them.

He released his grip on her, and she fell forward, somewhat lifeless – completely captured in a state of delirium. He watched as her eyes fluttered, a thin film of sweat coating her porcelain skin.

And he realised she was beautiful. This spent, dazed creature before him... she was his. Entirely. And though he knew all was not so easily forgiven after a good fucking, he knew that this was a step in a possibly brighter direction.

But in that moment, all he could think of was how beautiful she was.

And how utterly and completely in love with her he was, as fucked up as that may be.

He listenened as her breathing slowed into a sudden deep sleep, a slight smile taking its place on his lips. Before he fell into a slumber beside her, he bent to plant a soft kiss on her forehead, moving her golden locks from his way. She didn't stir in the slightest, but that was probably for the best at that moment.

If ever she deserved to rest, it was now. And he was more than happy to let her.

"Goodnight, my love."

-oOo-

I was going to go in another (much sadder, darker) direction with this completely, and this was supposed to be the last chapter, but... nah. Let's draw it out some more. Hehehe.

Thanks for reading! 'Til next time.