Playing With The Big Dogs
Ketti: *whistles a jaunty tune* I've been working on the word doc, all the live long day~ (update 2/5)
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Seras Victoria prowled into the manor on silent feet, her Master descending to the lower levels as the dawn approached. The transformed Draculina raised her head and scented the air with furiously working nostrils, and she turned right without thinking, and phased through the door on instinct to be met with the cloying tang of Sir Integra's cigar smoke.
"What is the meaning of this intrusion, Integra?!" A male voice demanded harshly, and Seras jumped, baring her fangs as she turned with a growl to face the source of the near-shout. Oh crap. What she saw made her want to tuck her tail between her legs and bolt, but the snap of Sir Integra's fingers stole her attention and she turned, obedient, mismatched gaze gleaming with pleasure at the acknowledgement and summons. The golden wolf lifted her head and tail proudly as she stalked to the end of the table, sitting at the woman's side and leaning her head into the blonde's lap as the remaining Round Table members muttered unhappily. Sir Irons grudgingly put away his revolver and glared meaningfully at the youngest member of the table.
"What's the matter, gentleman? Afraid of a little puppy?" Sir Integra chuckled as she stroked the fine hairs of Seras' muzzle, and the fledgling again voiced that strange purring growl as she rested more of her weight against the chair her Master's Master occupied.
"This is an offense, Integra. Tamed or not, your pet vampires have no jurisdiction in our meetings." Sir Irons growled at the other end of the table, and Seras snorted quietly. She yipped as she was smacked on the nose as punishment and whined, curling up at the woman's feet with a hurt look in her wide, soulful (mildly demonic) eyes. Sir Integra nudged her with her foot to silence her and Seras' sides heaved with her sigh before she yawned and tucked a paw over her muzzle, resting her chin on the extended foot as a head rest.
The voices droned on around her like a monotone lullaby, and Seras drifted easily into sleep, trusting both her instincts and Sir Integra to warn her of any potential danger.
The meeting continued well into the morning with no one paying any more mind to the clearly comatose presence of the vampire in the room, until, that is, the Round Table member to Sir Integra's left yelped and shot to his feet.
"What is the meaning of this?" Sir Irons demanded crossly, having been interrupted mid speech. "Someone kicked me!" The male sputtered, sounding astonished. But none of the table members were close enough for such childish antics. Integra felt the weight on her foot shift and glanced down to see a pale arm ensnaring her leg as a hairless cheek nuzzled the top of her boot. She sighed, and pushed her glasses up her nose, thankful that the Draculina still wore her uniform, though the girl's usual stockings, shoes, and gloves were missing, and the girl's hair was in complete disarray.
"Bloody vampires." She muttered under her breath as attention was once more drawn to her servant's fledgling. The males growled and bared their teeth like dogs chafing on the leash, but Seras made no further movement and was blatantly unaware of her surroundings. Well, Integra amended silently, not completely unaware. Because the girl had sensed the growing tension in the room and had moved closer to her Master's Master, in a bid for protection or to act as a shield the Hellsing was unable to decipher.
It was perhaps fortunate that Walter chose that moment to knock politely and wheel in a tea service cart. The men stiffened in their seats, but made no further rumble as the butler filled their empty cups. When he stood by Sir Integra's side his eyebrows rose inquiringly and a faint smile curled the corners of his mouth as he handed the Hellsing her cup of tea. "By your leave, Sir Integra." He murmured, and she nodded.
Walter knelt by his mistress' chair and calmly unlocked the vampire's arms from her legs, scooping the girl up into his arms princess style. "Let's put you to bed, Miss Victoria." He chuckled as he nodded to the Convention of Twelve and quit the room, he'd be back later to retrieve the cart. Seras purred and nuzzled her face into his neck as he made his way down to the sub basement, managing with his usual grace to look poised and proper despite the scruffy looking young woman cuddled into his arms, and none of the servants dared raise a word about it as they watched him furtively from the corner of their eyes.
"You weigh no more than a feather my dear." He murmured as he nudged the girl's door open and turned to observe her sparsely decorated room. "Such a delicate thing." He hummed, bending to settle her onto the covers of her four poster coffin, "one would hardly expect you to hide such potential behind those innocent eyes of yours."
"That's the best part." Alucard spoke from the formerly unoccupied table, booted feet raised casually upon the wooden surface as he affected a blasé air. "The Police Girl will be glorious when she hunts." He chuckled, red eyes hidden behind amber lenses.
Walter turned a side long look at the Master vampire as he lifted the blankets to cover the girl a little better before he tapped the button to lower her into the protection of the steel reinforced bed chamber. "Quite."
Seras woke in stages, sleepy mind drugged by the comforting warmth surrounding her form, sinking gentle hooks into her thoughts and pulling them deeper into the pleasant abyss of dreams. First came her sense of hearing; a strange whistling roar, that reminded of the wind while driving. Second came smell; leather, recycled air, the familiar tang of Sir Integra's cigars, and a deliciously wild aroma that made her nostrils flare – she thought she detected the copper glow of blood in the wildness. Finally came her sense of touch beyond the warmth, and she realized groggily that her pillow was a bit stiff, and her face scrunched as she cracked an eye open to observe the last lingering touch of sunset on the horizon outside the limo windows. A low chuckle reverberated through her very bones as a gloved hand patted her head in a rather condescending manner, "Finally awake, Police Girl?"
Her cheeks flamed with embarrassment when she realized she was sprawled across the bench seat, using her Master's lap as a head rest, while Sir Integra sat opposite them, an amused expression quirking the corners of her mouth as she observed her pet vampires. Seras tried to jerk upright, but squeaked when the hand on her head held her down, "Master!" She protested, eyes wide and jumping about the enclosed space of the limo for an escape route.
"Consider it practice." He chuckled, petting her more firmly, and despite herself, she relaxed into it, lids half closing, "We're on a diplomatic mission, Police Girl."
"Mm?" She mumbled, lulled by the surprisingly gentle caress from a creature that loved to cause such mayhem.
"The Round Table officials recently caught word of a clan of vampires on British soil that Hellsing has allowed to remain. They demand their eradication."
Seras frowned a bit, "But you said diplomacy, not slaughter, Master." It was hard to think clearly, let alone speak without slurring, but she managed quite admirably if she did say so herself.
"I do not approve of senseless slaughter, as well your Master knows, Seras." Integra spoke up sternly, blowing a smoke ring at the ceiling. "These vampires are not feeding senselessly, indeed, we've never had a report to indicate they are even there."
Her Master's laughter vibrated oddly in her head, and she shivered, "Mmm, yes, and they do us the service of annihilating FREAKS, rather than let them run rampant through their territory. This mission, Police Girl, is to negotiate a written peace treaty to keep the blood thirsty Knights of the Round at bay." He laughed some more, amused at the irony.
Sir Integra shot them both a rather indulgently annoyed look, and turned back to her laptop, presumably ignoring them. Seras tried again to sit up, but was held down. She growled in frustration and froze when he answered it.
"Master..?" She asked uncertainly. He was normally more lenient with her getting frustrated and voicing her displeasure, so it was odd to have him react so quickly.
"I told you, Police Girl, practice. As my fledgling you will be expected to act a particular way." He sounded far too pleased by that, and she growled again, jerking herself forwards, only to yelp as the hand in her hair fisted and drew her back painfully.
"What's wrong, Police Girl?" He purred, fingers clenching and pulling harder on her scalp, "feeling uncomfortable?" His laugh was positively wicked as he held her in place, and she whined low in her throat.
"Alucard…" Integra warned, then sighed, "at least explain to the girl why you're treating her like a disobedient lap dog."
She peered up at him as he bent down over her, that grin on his face reminding her of her first night in Hellsing when she'd practically flashed him… His smirk widened, and her flush brightened when she realized he was hearing her thoughts clear as day, "Master!" Rape face, much? She thought (she hoped) privately.
"Wishing to die of embarrassment doesn't work when you're already dead, Police Girl." He purred, pulling her resistant body flush to his, "and I'd think it was rather obvious. I told you before that you were my servant, little fledgling. But perhaps that was being generous, Childe, you belong to me to do as I wish in the views of vampire society." He chuckled throatily, and released his grip on her hair to brush a strand back from her face with his thumb. 'Aren't you excited to play? I know I am.'
She shuddered a bit, and tried to tamp down her blush as she looked away from him. An idea struck her, and she quite literally barked a laugh as she enveloped herself in her shadows, rolling to the floor, and reemerging as her wolf shape, mismatched gaze rather mocking. 'Well, Master, if I'm going to be treated as a pet, I may as well look the part.'
He grinned toothily at her in response, gloved hand splaying palm up to reveal a spiked collar, "If you insist."
Seras' ears flattened to her skull as she glared at the collar before turning and walking the few steps to sit at Sir Integra's side and plant her chin on the woman's lap.
Said blonde chuckled quietly as she rested a hand on the fledgling's forehead, "You can't use me to evade this, Seras."
Seras huffed, the puff of air ruffling the Hellsing's shirt, but she stayed cuddled up to her regardless.
A few minutes passed in easy silence before the car began to slow. "Police Girl," Alucard spoke up, "come here."
A shiver rolled through her body, fur standing on end at the note of command in his voice, and she obeyed, she had no choice but to do as he said.
A much larger gloved hand rested on her head as he looked into her eyes, the barrier of his yellow lensed glasses gone, "I'm giving you a choice, fledgling; change back now, or be treated as less than dirt. True vampires do not look kindly upon disobedience, and hiding in animal form will not shield you from that."
Seras squirmed, attempting to look away, but she couldn't. The image of the collar came to mind – she thought he might have put it there – and she grimaced in distaste. The look in his eyes… She trembled, before looking down and watching as her shadows crawled upwards over her form, cocooning her in protective blackness, before falling away to reveal the buxom blonde kneeling at her Sire's feet, discontent oozing off her in waves.
"Yes, Sir, my Master."