DISCLAIMER: the second chapter, as you must already know. What I like most about this chapter is that it goes deeper into Integra and Sarah's tense relationship. The older woman obviously feels her game is being threatened, but how far will she go to get the upper hand?
Chapter 2: Getting In
To say I was startled was an understatement. When I wake up, I'm usually disorientated, forget where I am, what had happened . . .
So it was a complete shock when I woke up to someone's erection jammed into my ass crack. And when I realized I didn't have any panties on, I panicked. Whoever it was, was atop me, crushing me into the mattress and grinding into my tail bone. To top it off, the pillows were suffocating me, and I couldn't get any air into my screaming lungs. I flailed around with my arms as best I could, but to no avail. My fists didn't come anywhere near close contact with my assailant. All I was awarded with was a hand, which grappled through the mountain of sheets, pillows and covers and painfully grip one of my breasts, fondling it. Any other time I would moan in shear pleasure, but right then my mind was in hyper drive and I couldn't get it to calm down. So, when I couldn't get it to calm down, it used up all the oxygen in my body and panicked instinct took over. I flailed even harder, until the man let go of me and I was able to swim out of the blankets and pillows. I gulped air in like a fish; who cares if I was about to get raped, I was just glad I wouldn't drown in a pool of covers and sheets, and the way the air rushed through my oxygen deprived veins, it had to be a touch of heaven. I didn't even catch a glance of my assailant's face before his crashed in to mine, taking my mouth with his in a voracious clamp. His swollen and wet tongue snaked into my mouth, and without an eager thought I quickly chomped on it.
The man jerked away from me screaming bloody murder with what was left of his tongue. The other half still wiggled in my mouth, so I spat it out across the room. Then, I looked at the man and all the emotions that were tumbling through me at my little victory flew away. Aaron was lying on the floor, clutching his bleeding mouth and unable to talk. Then, he got himself back under control, stood up, and walked to where I spat out his tongue. He picked it up and put it back into his mouth. Aaron looked at me and stuck it out, reattached.
"You shouldn't have done that, Aaron. Micheal, nor Alucard, would have been pleased."
Aaron looked at me, a playful glint in his eyes, blood bordering his mouth. Then he faded into mist and I could no longer see him, nor sense him, not that my senses were all that spiff.
He reappeared near my ear and whispered into it, his hot breath leaving microscopic beads of moisture, "do you no longer enjoy my affections, Sarah?" he asked me, "have you already grown bored with my limited experience? Or, have you found a new pond with bigger fish?"
Of course I've found bigger fish, but I would only humiliate myself if I tried to approach Micheal, and Integra would certainly deem me illegal for laying my hands on Alucard. I wasn't at a level to cause trouble with the stone faced woman yet; not with her two guardians, as I call them.
I didn't respond to him, and I didn't need to. For the short time that we've known each other Aaron has learned me well. And I've learned him. He is my little pet that I can play with; that's why he didn't throw a fit when I chomped his tongue off.
"Come on," I said, "lets go get breakfast."
I never eat in that huge dinning room. It quenches my appetite alone, just looking at all the empty places at the table. The first day Micheal brought me to his home Eva took me to the large dinning hall. But, I didn't stay there. My nose led me to a much more welcoming place in the kitchen where she began to slave away at the stove. I told her that I may not be human, but I still was humane.
So, there we were, in the kitchen of the Hellsing Manor. Integra and Alucard used to live alone, until one mission where an entire military unit was eliminated and Alucard drank from the only undead survivor, Saras. After yet another tragic mission, the special unit of a commanding officer is stuck to her like gorilla glue and she's not in the mood to give them the boot. So Integra started hiring to help with her chores (as if she ever did any).
"Where's Marguerite?" I asked the cook.
"Through there," he pointed.
I walked through the double doors into a small sunlit parlor. Unsurprisingly, Saras was not there, nor Micheal, but Integra, Alucard, Micheal's son Ken, Jae, and Eva and Marguerite were waiting upon the breakfasters. There was only one other chair at the table; that puzzled me for a moment—then, I remembered, Aaron was also sensitive to light. I looked behind me to find he wasn't there. I must apologize later, I told myself.
"Good morning," I said to the seated. My voice was neutral, because Integra new I did not take well to her presence.
She ignored me, but I was still acknowledged by the rest (save the ever faithful Alucard). Marguerite pulled out the chair for me and I sat. the plate in front of me was full to bursting with pancakes and hash browns, sausages and bacon, sour cream mashed potatoes and scrambled eggs. I might have been a stoic . . . and controlled my emotions well, but they would find out exactly what kind of hungry beast I was in the morning. I almost felt human again, except for that telltale orange glass filled with a deep red liquid. I didn't touch it.
Everyone's plate was just about empty except for mine (Alucard didn't have a plate, but a glass of the same red substance I had and a bottle of vintage wine all to himself) but I still ate like a dire carnivore. No doubt Ken looked at me carelessly, and Jae broke out in a cold sweat, embarrassed and worried for me as she always did when I ate or opened my mouth to speak. I didn't care, because Integra was there to see my impression. This wasn't a family reunion. "We" don't live happily-ever-after with our husbands and our wives and our children. "We" don't grow old and retire to the Caman Islands. "We" don't die! So who gives a fuck what I do!
I swept everything in front of me, the plate of food, the glass of blood, the place mat and silverware, to the goddamned floor. I swallowed what I had in my mouth and I glared at, no, through Integra . . . or I would have if she had been sitting there across from me. Instead she was standing back from the table and Alucard was standing there in her place. I wasn't strong enough to see into another vampire's mind so my glare bounced back at me and my vision turned red. I could see my expression mirrored in Alucard's face; a face ready for a little fun, a little fight. And although I haven't drank blood yet I was still strong enough to take Alucard for a few moments. Adrenaline was pumping through my veins and I could feel the air around me electrified and tense. I didn't have to see Ken's wild gaze of disbelief. I didn't need to see Jae's horror-struck expression. I could feel their tension, rolling off of them like tsunami waves. What I was doing now had never even been thought of before . . . and must have looked downright ridiculous with Alucard in his black attire and red trench coat and me in my Hello Kitty pajamas and fluffy slippers.
"What do you think you are doing?" Integra asked me just as neutral as my good morning had been. I didn't answer her. "Ken, Jae, please leave the room."
The two teenagers got up without a backward glance, tails between their legs. If Integra thought I was trying to humiliate her in front of guests I would bring her down on her knees alone.
"I don't want to have to ask again." she said.
"Then don't," I replied softly, mockingly friendly, "by the way, how was I so graciously invited here, Integra?"
"Micheal didn't explain it to you? Keeping tabs on anything running wild in the world, anything that can't be stopped by mere humans, is one of the things I do."
"But, are you not a "mere" human, Integra?" I was very much enjoying this exchange, "after all, you could qualify for that hopeless group. Who gives you the jurisdiction to carry out your job, anyway? Your father's name, or international law? Please tell me, Integra, if you may," I leaned toward her conspiratorially, "who gave you the jurisdiction to bring me here to your lovely home, under the watch of a dying vampire and two of your minions?"
"With all due respect—,"
"But, you don't respect me, Integra!" I interrupted, "you had your old friend bring me here without my permission. What do you want with me, Integra? What could be so important about me, a mere vampiress? What do I have to do with the break out of Hell hounds in America?"
I should have kept my fucking mouth shut.
Author's Note: The reason why it took me so long to upload this chapter was because I forgot I was working on the third and not the second. The title no longer has a significiant meaning, but it had originally hinted at an erotic scene.