~Bite of Blindness~ Minyadagniriel

Ch 14: Heart

Alucard was not around when she came to. She was curled up inside her box, hugging her knees to her chest. Cele slowly unraveled her legs and sat up. She must have woken up early because it was still daylight outside. Beams of light shined through the tiny window on the farthest wall. She blinked heavily, the sunlight hurting her eyes. It was then she realized what had happened the night before…

Her master had removed the poltergeist from her body, by draining her. She nearly died…again. She began frantically searching her arms and legs, tearing apart the sheets wrapped around her, looking for any signs of injury. She then flushed a red hue when she realized she was topless beneath the thin satin sheets. Pulling the ratty fabric around her chest, she stood up and stepped out of her coffin and rushed for the door. Cele slammed into Walter, who was bringing a new set of clothes by the looks of it. He barely had one hand on the doorknob when she struck.

"Oh I'm so sorry Walter," she said and she caught yet again the sliding sheet before she was exposed to the old man.

"It's quite all right miss. Alucard has asked me to give you these." He handed the bundle to Cele, "They should be the correct size."

She took the clothes, "Thank you, I was getting desperate at one point," she laughed and struggled to keep her dignity.

"Well then miss, I'll take my leave. Please dress and come upstairs, your master awaits you."

"Master Integra?" she asked, Walter almost never referred to Alucard in such a manner.

"No, your vampire master."

"Oh, right…" Cele sighed; she really didn't want to see him at the moment.

Walter had already left her, heading upstairs, probably to continue his duties to master Integra. She turned around and went back into the room to put her new wardrobe on. Well, it had been a long time since she wore anything of the sort. The bottoms were dark wash denim, boot cut and a classic waist. The top was actually pretty nice; just a simple black colored shirt with a plunging dip in the back, held together with ties. She slipped on the new clothes and trudged her way back to the door, wishing she could just disappear rather than face her master.

The staircase seemed to be miles long and she groaned, wanting to rip out each and every step. Her legs were achy from the way that she'd slept. The hallways were empty…quiet. Integra must have sent the entire workforce out on a mission or maybe vacations, whatever. Cele followed the area carpeting around the corner, which led to one of the spare studies. She pushed open the heavy cherry wood door and stepped inside; her master already waiting for her.

"You summoned me?" she asked, no emotion in her voice.

Alucard was seated in one of the armchairs, seemingly humming to himself. He nodded at her and raised one hand, motioning for her to come to him. She sucked in a breath and let it release slowly before approaching and standing just before him. His eyes were roaming all over her; she could see it. Those scarlet eyes traced her every curve, every article of clothing she wore, and then they finally settled on her eyes. She shifted her weight to one side, becoming slightly impatient. Now if she tapped her foot on the ground, maybe then would her master finally say something?

"If you have nothing to say to me, then I'm going back downstairs." She waited again and he said nothing still, "Well?" Having had enough of this, Cele turned back toward the door, but she was greeted by her master's presence. He fazed himself around the room so he was once again in front of her. "Master, will you please say something? What did you summon me for?" She wanted to push past him and just leave the mansion for the night.

Without a word, Alucard fazed once again and appeared behind her, grabbing her by the wrists and forcing her to the floor.

"Master! What are you doing?" she cried, pushing against his immense weight. "Get off me!" She wrenched one of her hands free and slipped it into his duster, looking for the only means of defense that lie within the room. She left all of her weapons behind downstairs. Her fingers wrapped around the butt of one gun and she ripped it out of his coat, quickly pointing the weapon at his forehead. "What the fuck is wrong with you? I just came out of a death coma and you're already trying to fuck me!" She held the black revolver known as Jackal tightly in her hands, ready to squeeze the trigger if he moved another inch, "Don't do this to me, I'll shoot you until this thing's empty! Now tell me what the hell is going on!"

Alucard chuckled and he pulled his hand back to grasp it around Jackal and his power overcame hers as he turned the weapon around to face her. She cringed as his fingers overlapped hers and started pulling on the trigger, the barrel of the weapon pointing at her chest. "You should have shot girl, you hesitate too much. Didn't I teach you better?" He squeezed around her fingers tighter and the trigger was pulled. Cele squeezed her eyes shut as the bullet passed through her and lodged itself into the wood floor beneath her. The wound then closed over and the pain subsided.

"Why do you do this to me master?"

"Because I enjoy it," he admitted.

Severe anger and sadness overcame her, "You enjoy hurting me?"

"Physically yes, you have a high tolerance for pain. I mentioned before that you were a glutton for punishment." He cracked a smile; "I like it when you fight back."

Cele tugged her hand out from under his, freeing the revolver from her grip and she slowly slid herself out from under him, not wanting to give him the pleasure of her closeness. "Well then, you're going to hate me for a long time, I think."

"I doubt it," he said and got to his feet.

"We'll just see," she said and she left the room.

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For a whole week straight, Cele ignored her master. Every time he pointed a gun at her, every time he spoke to her, and even at meal times, she stayed silent while in his presence. He was not accustomed to having a subordinate ignore him as such. A few times that week he stopped her in hallways to try ad make her speak but she would look away, expressionless and then pretend that he didn't exist. When the two of them were sent out together on missions, she did her own thing, not taking any of his instructions. All of the missions were successful, but there wasn't any teamwork present. Even Integra began to notice that her two best hunters were drifting apart and she berated them several times to stop acting childish.

Today, Cele was actually sitting outside during daylight hours; lately she had been having trouble sleeping. Her thoughts kept returning to the night of her 'death' and what Alucard said about their relationship, strictly master and slave. It hurt her terribly. She gave him almost eleven years of her life ad he didn't have an ounce of feelings for her? She sat in the tree, pulling apart a leaf that she picked from a branch and letting the pieces float to the ground. She admitted it to herself, she'd fallen in love with the no life king and was injured that he didn't reciprocate her feelings. She dropped the stem of the leaf and it landed in the grass, blending in with the green blades. Afterward, she leapt down and started towards the mansion. She was completely unaware that Alucard had been watching her from a third floor window.

He couldn't stand the fact that she was pretending he didn't exist. She wasn't putting up a fight anymore. When he cornered her, she would just stand there and take the abuse or just plain walk away. It pissed him off to no end. Here he stood in the window, staring down at his pupil, digging his fingernails into his palms and making them bleed. How could he regain her attention? Wait a second…was he truly missing her? Why did he have feelings of regret clouding his mind? He remembered her very personal question, "Do you love me?" and the fact that she asked just before he attempted to bed her. Was she trying to get him to admit he had feelings for her?

Alucard left the sill and the room altogether. He fazed through several walls and down towards the basement. Why was it that his mind always fluttered back to his pupil even when he tried to push the thoughts aside? Maybe…he truly did love his student…but was too proud to admit it openly. He never considered that he could fall for a woman. The situation was just too convenient; he knew her for over ten years, she treated his master with great respect, she had a lot of fight in her and was not afraid to stand up to him, and she was passionate. He came upon his room in the basement and quickly stole some of the blood packets leftover from lunch earlier. He sipped on one as he continued to swim around in his thoughts. She was already so independent; maybe it was time she was set free…free to choose her own life and not deal with a master anymore.

He sat alone, but only for a few minutes. Cele quietly pushed open the door and slid inside. She noticed him sitting at the table, but like before, she pretended he didn't exist. He needed to break the ice and make her listen. Alucard got up, tossing the empty packet aside.

She was sliding the cover off of her coffin and peering down into it as if deep in thought, not caring that her master was approaching from behind. He knelt down, just inches from her back and he touched her shoulder, "Are you having seconds thoughts?"

Cele didn't respond, but her head lifted, a sign that she was paying attention.

He asked her once again, "Are you having second thoughts about becoming a vampire?" and he waited for a response.

She turned around to face him, still resting on her knees. For the first time in a week, she looked into his eyes without an ounce of hatred filling hers. "You never gave me the choice," she said.

"Do you hate me for it?" he continued, "I'd understand if you did."

Cele briefly glanced away and collected her thoughts. Then she returned his gaze, "No," she said honestly. He was the vampire who gave her the gift of sight and long life, she should be grateful for these.

Alucard adjusted his legs so he was now seated on the floor, though his tall form still towered over hers. One of his legs was still propped up so he could rest an elbow on his knee. "I know you've been unhappy this past week about my actions the day you recovered."

"That's not why I am angry," she said softly.

He quirked an eyebrow, "Oh?"

Cele brushed away the strand of hair that was tickling her shoulder, "Alucard, I just…wanted to gain a stronger bond with you, one that is more valuable than master-pupil."

"Cele…" he started but she cut him off.

"Alucard, do you love me?" She stare him directly in the eye, no wavering, no fear, and no intention of letting him maneuver around the question.

He didn't break the eye contact, instead he watched as her irises slowly changed colors, from icy blue to scarlet, back and forth, over and over. It wasn't a common trait among vampires; this just made her a bit more special. "Cele, I…" he stammered, totally out of character for the king of vampires. She waited patiently, giving him all of her attention. Not knowing how to phrase his words, he instead leaned forward and settled his lips against hers. She did not pull away, but instead scooted towards him, pressing her chest against his. Her right hand traveled up his back, through his long black locks and she gripped the rim of his red fedora and gently pulled it off. The oversized hat fell to the floor with a light thump. His arms wrapped around her waist, tightening around her in a hug. Their lips were fighting for dominance.

Cele broke the kiss and let her mouth linger along his jaw line, planting tiny kisses. The she streamed down his throat, letting her tongue slide out and flick against the skin. Alucard's hands were busy unlacing the back of the white corset she wore today. It slid away from her body easily and he dropped it on top of his fedora. Afterwards, he assisted her in removing his duster and tossing it aside. She wouldn't break her trail of kisses along his neck. Her delicate fingers tugged on the red cravat around his neck and it untied. She left it hanging around his shoulders and went strait for the black vest he wore underneath. She unbuttoned it and spread apart the fabric, leaving only a white shirt beneath.

He arched his back slightly to allow the vest to fall off, along with the cravat. He didn't want to wait for her to remove his undershirt so he quickly undid it himself and pushed it to the side, piling up with the other clothes. Both vampires were clad only in their pants. Her tight leather would be a bigger hindrance than his slacks, so she got to her feet and removed them herself. The leather clung to her like a second skin and as she pulled them down, she had to wriggle her hips slightly to get them off. He smirked at her, "I like how you did that just now," he teased her.

She smiled at him and returned to the floor after kicking off the offending material. She had naught but her panties on now. Alucard made quick work of his pants; letting his ever growing erection loose. Cele wanted to attack his body, show him that she could be just as badass as he and she dove straight in for the kill, capturing his length between her lips. She started with an easy pace, bobbing her head up and down, letting her tongue slide along the warming skin. His hand moved up her back and circled the back of her neck, guiding her every move. Then his eyes closed automatically, letting the sensations overtake his senses. His lips parted and he released a low growl as she continued to orally stroke him. It was so nice, better than the prior experience she gave him. An ample amount of time was spent on his length, nearly ten minutes of pleasure. If he didn't stop her now, he was going to let loose inside of her mouth. Alucard touched her forehead, silently asking her to cease motion, which she complied. She slowly slid up his length, making sure to get one last taste of him and let go of the tip.

It was his turn to have his way and he needed to strip himself clear of all clothing because he never got his pants all the way down, due to those boots of his. He kicked them off, one at a time and she helped by pulling the slacks off his feet. He didn't care about his socks and left them as is. She then pushed him back towards the floor and crawled on top of him. His hands automatically reached up to her breasts and he massaged them and squeezed the pink tips gently, helping them to harden. Her panty clad feminine core was hotter than hell and rubbing along his member, turning him on. It wouldn't be long before he got frustrated enough to take charge. In fact it was only a few seconds. Alucard rolled the two of them over, her legs still wrapped around his waist and her back rest against the cool floor. He then leaned in to her chest, taking the left nipple into his mouth and putting pressure on it. Cele moaned and whimpered as his lengthy tongue spun circles around her fleshy mounds. His hands wandered beneath her, bringing her chest closer to his face. He had total control over the situation.

The skin slicked over with saliva as he continued to nip and suck, letting those fangs of his graze over her. He moved to the other side to give attention to her other mound.

Cele arched her back and gasped; several jumbled words poured from her. It was heavenly, the feel of his tongue against her, sending electrical sensations throughout her body. They made her say things that would make any respectable person blush.

Alucard's throbbing erection was getting painful and he reached down between them to stroke himself, relieving some of the agony.

Cele spread her legs wider around him, "Feels good," she breathed. This was the signal he'd been looking for and he let up from her heaving chest. He scooted himself backwards and brought her feet together. She lifted her bottom off the floor and he slid her black panties up her legs before spreading them apart again and lying down so he faced the apex of her legs. Then he dove straight into her sex, tongue pushing between the petals of her flower and sliding deep within her body. He licked the curved walls of her cervix and they contracted along with each passing stroke. The muscles of her thighs tensed and her lower body began to squirm. Alucard had to hold her legs apart since she was losing control.

That tongue of his was going to be her death if he didn't stop and take her now. "Please master…I can't take it anymore!" she shouted at him. Her body was twisting and writhing, but he wouldn't let up. He wanted to make her beg some more. Those aches and flaring spirals of heat were tearing apart her insides, sending a large accumulation of signals to her brain. "Oh god! Please stop Alucard!" she lustfully cried. Still, he refused, this time he pressed one of his thumbs to her clitoris, making the situation worse for her and she screamed. He tightened his free hand around her left thigh and had to trap her other leg beneath his right arm so he could secure her in place and continue torturing her clit with his thumb. Liquid flowed out of her body, coating his chin and drizzling down his neck. His thumb was also covered in the sticky juices, but that made his job easier since it slid over her skin so well.

Her hands flew to his head, snatching some of his hair between her fingers, but she didn't pull, only tried to push his face away from her. He then decided she'd had enough and let her go from his torture. A huge wave of relief filled her body, but only for a moment. Alucard got onto his hands and knees and readjusted her legs so they were resting on his thighs. He crawled forward so he was above her and his lips crashed down onto hers. He never bothered to wipe away the moisture, which lingered along his mouth and throat. She could taste the sweet and sour produced by her body and it wasn't as unpleasant as she thought it was. His long staff poked at her entrance, seeking acceptance.

Alucard pulled away, wanting to see her face as he entered. Her eyes were only half open, lustfully gazing up at him. He was about to slip inside when she stopped him. Her hand stroked at his cheek, her face filled with softness, "I love you."

Stunned for a moment, Alucard almost forgot why he was lying here with this woman. She just said…did she really just openly say…

He then left a large kiss on her forehead and finally said, "Cele, I love you as well." Then he buried himself within the confines of her womanhood; pushing and thrusting to his heart's content. A new emotion filled his head, one that he had not felt since three hundred years ago. Not even the women he had in passing had stirred up this feeling.

She was overcome with joy and tears snuck their way down her cheeks. She pressed her face into his neck and kissed hard on his flesh, sometimes sucking heavily, leaving purple and red bruising behind.

Alucard was closing in on his end, but he wanted her to go first. There was also another matter he wanted to clear up now as well and since she was already in the general vicinity, he said, "Bite down on me Cele."

She was confused for a moment and stopped spreading kisses along his throat, "Why?" she said between gasps.

"There's one last gift I want you to have, bite down on me," he said once more.

Cele did as she was asked and returned to the freshly bruised skin of his neck. She opened her mouth wide and sunk her teeth down into him. His blood was so unique and delicious, more exotic than the packets of blood that she feasted on a daily basis. It had a hint of spice, so this is what Alucard tasted when he bit down on her. Then she felt him return the bite, letting his fangs puncture her in the same spot she had claimed on him. Her orgasm was nearing and the attention he gave her throat pushed her there even faster. Pressure built in her lower belly and did a familiar spiraling motion, the one that shot down to her clit when it circulated fast enough. Her hips moved to meet his and she was able to rub her sensitive bud along his skin, just to get that last bit of pressure and she felt the explosion of heat pool into her stomach. His shoulder muffled her cries, but he still got the same result as always; a huge mouthful of blood and the continuous flow that came after it. She was halfway through her orgasm when he released his and she finally got to experience the rush of liquid down to her stomach. She swallowed a great deal of his essence and didn't want to stop.

A few minutes went by and the two of them let go of the other, both had red liquid dripping down their jaws. Alucard was kind enough to lick her face clean and she returned the favor shortly after.

"Why did you have me do that?" she asked, cuddling into his chest.

He rolled off of her and onto his back, bringing her with him so she was now resting on top of him, "I wanted you to. Cele, do you feel any different?"

"Not in particular, why?"

"Because…I've just given you your freedom."

To be continued…

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