A/N: Hello again, dear readers. I apologize for the wait but writing this one was a WEE BIT difficult, as I've never even come near to broaching this sort of territory before. I hope to have another chapter out sooner than this one (especially since there is no threat of due dates currently weighing me down). So, please, read and enjoy.
"Or did I forget to mention that we are sharing the same room?"
No matter how many times her brain repeated her Master's statement Seras could not seem to wrap her mind around it. She felt as though her head was about to violently rocket away from her body, broken voice box shrieking 'DOES NOT COMPUTE' through electronic lips. Not only did this violate the one promise Sir Integra HAD made for her before she had stepped into her coffin (resulting from a rather long, heated conversation that had ended with what Seras had felt to be a solid promise that she would be rooming alone), but it simply wasn't feasible. There was one bed, for Christ's sake! How was she to-
Seras' attention snapped back to the room with the realization that she had taken her attention from her Master and now he was only a few steps away, eyes glittering in the pressing darkness. Another step and he was almost within arm's reach, and hers were not the longest of limbs. Her panic reflexes took over and without an attempt to look behind her, Seras attempted to take another large step backwards…only to remember as she was moving that she had run out of space due to the elaborate wooden baseboard pressed against the back of her knees. Almost absently she cursed he penthouse suite she had been granted; if the bed was devoid of such ornamentation escape would be easy. The extra step sent her toppling over backwards, causing her to sprawl to a landing on the (oh how PLUSH) bed. She was only distracted for a fraction of a second, not even enough time for a human to inhale deep enough to fill their lungs, before she realized her Master had crossed the rest of the distance and was now hovering above her body, leaning over the baseboard, his hands gripping the wood as he bore down on her.
The younger vampire blanched, jolting physically as she began to scuttle backwards, gripping the comforter as she attempted to pull herself from danger's way. She was, perhaps, half an inch from toppling to the floor and crawling her way to freedom when she felt a familiar tingle in the back of her mind. Familiar though it was, Seras tapped into it without even a first thought, instinct engraved in her subconscious to open herself to that feeling. In doing so, her Master's influence invaded her thoughts and her gaze was forced upwards, dragging her eyes up to his and, successfully, trapping her in his hypnotic stare.
The Police Girl froze, limbs no longer responding to her mind's frantic cries; it was as though the control of her body had for the moment been relinquished, and anything beyond the occasional shallow breath (not necessary but comforting, at least, that she still could do that) was now beyond her. Helpless, she watched as he slithered over the baseboard, chuckling all the while as he bore down on her. Though her eyes were capable of penetrating the darkness, to a certain extent, even this ability was impaired by her lack of blood. Her Master's form was recognizable in the velvety darkness; a darker shape against the almost grainy blackness of the room. The fabric of his coat brushed against her legs as he took his sweet time moving over her, inciting an electrifying shiver which spread from the tips of her toes to her scalp. Inwardly, Seras could not help but curse herself; had she kept up with her mental training, practiced as strictly as she had in the beginning, or, hell, if she'd had even a pint of blood in her system…
This was not to say that the entirety of her minded his intrusion. Again she found herself cursing her fickle body as her Master came to rest above her, suspending himself with the palms of his hands and his knees, his sinewy form hovering above her own. She had frozen in a sort of backwards scuttle, arms behind herself and propping her upper body up off the bed, and though her Master hovered above her, his face was mere inches from her own. Tendrils of his hair, long and silky, hung down on either side of face and tickled the delicate skin just beneath her chin and at the crook of her neck. For the second time this day she caught a whiff of cinnamon, encircling them momentarily before fading gently, as though it were nothing more than an afterthought. Even in this particular circumstance, Seras could not help but force in a shallow breath, taking in as much of that smell, that scent, as she could. Since long before her second life as a vampire, cinnamon had always inspired feelings of safety and warmth, happiness and an overall calm which likely stemmed from the memory of baking as a child with her mother. Regardless of where the scent had likely originated (and the possible ramifications of said origin of the smell), Seras could not help but relax, eyes momentarily half-lidded as she took in the smell.
Once the smell of faded, Seras snapped back to attention, dragging her gaze from off in the distance to the present. Their eyes met, her sapphire orbs wide and conflicting in the emotion they revealed, and his crimson ones, amusement dancing clearly in his gaze. Seras' arms shook with the effort to keep herself up, a miniscule fact which, even through this tense moment, she was able to feel dismay and irritation over.
"You still have not been drinking, Police Girl." Alucard purred, breaking through the fog which had settled over Seras' mind during the silent pause.
"M-Master, I-"
"I did not tell you to speak, Police Girl." Though his tone hinted at playful it bordered on anger, as though he were attempting to make light of the situation. A typical reaction, one that Seras was well-accustomed to and not exactly willing to deal with at the moment. The look of fear which had been in her eyes dissipated, replaced by one of her own anger and frustration. Petite hands gripped the comforter tight enough to leave half moon crescents in her palms, even through the thick fabric.
"I'm sick of this, Master! It's one thing after another, and I can't HANDLE you any longer! Get OFF of me, get OFF of the bed, and get OUT of this room!" Her voice had risen steadily until she was shouting into the openly amused face of the elder vampire in the room. In some distant corner of her awareness she was aware that she was essentially committing suicide in shouting at her Master. And though the more intelligent part of her brain begged her to back down, accept whatever punishment (for there was no other explanation for her Master's suddenly predatory-like actions) he had planned, she could not. Though she longed for a brief shower, a change of clothes, and the thorough and silent examination of the murder sites, she knew that this was an option whose likelihood was shrinking fast. No matter whether or not she might be able to return to her original plan, the only surety was that she could not longer stand for this. This cruel, unendurable teasing her Master seemed intent to overwhelm her with.
"And ANOTHER THING-" Seras' fury was abruptly cut off as her Master shot forward and silenced her tirade with his mouth. Her eyes fluttered, all thought wiped instantaneously from her mind; yet another infuriating reaction of her weak body. His lips moved gently against her own, lulling her into a state of complacency that had her slightly less conscious mind furious. A tingle in the back of her mind caused her lips to involuntarily part under a silently given order as Alucard pressed in, deepening a kiss that Seras had yet to react to. Seras, being a somewhat (fairly) inexperienced woman in the ways of being physical with another person, found herself more than a bit flustered, though there were likely other factors inhibiting her ability to react. Her body seemed to have taken control and, despite her anger with her Master for this sudden and completely unwarranted (although not unwelcome) intrusion, she was suddenly experiencing unexplored territory. All at once she was responding, her own lips moving in tandem with the elder vampire above her, thought halting as she gave in to her less reputable inhibitions. Deep in her lower belly was a fire which had never before been lit, and a desire which she had never thought to prepare herself against was now running amok and wreaking havoc on her virginal body. Just as she was beginning to wonder when panicking might be an excellent idea, a sharp, bright pain sparked at her lower lip causing whatever hold her Master had held over her to shatter and she jerked away, bringing her right hand to her mouth.
Confusion danced across her features as she brought her fingers away from her mouth and glanced down at the miniscule drops of blood there.
"I can taste you, Seras." Seras froze, eyes wide and staring unblinkingly down at her bloodied fingers, unable to meet her Master's powerful gaze; coupled with the use of her actual name, her Master's voice was stronger than any gaze could ever have been. His voice was low, almost husky in the darkness, inciting another shudder which spread throughout her entire body.
"I can taste your hunger. Your anger. Your…humanity. Your fear." Seras flushed and drew her gaze up from her lips, anger once more pushing her to speak.
"You have no right, Master-"
"I have EVERY right, Police Girl. Do not think to hide from me your nightmares; so strong is your fear, so palpable is your frustration that your emotions have begun to tinge my own thoughts." Seras blanched, unable to fully comprehend what he was saying.
"I don't…I don't understa-"
"Of course you don't. You refuse, even after so many years, to accept your true nature… and it continues to hold you back in more ways than you realize." Having said what thoughts Seras had been unable to escape, the two vampires lapsed into a momentary silence, allowing the younger to absorb what it was her Master had said. Tears threatened Seras' eyes, causing her to drop her gaze, clenching the comforter even harder than before. Her frame shook, though the tears did not fall; as childish as Alucard might view her to be, she would not allow him the satisfaction of seeing her cry. More importantly, she would not allow him to see the lust which still danced in her belly; a dull ache which begged to be fulfilled as it filled her tiny frame. Clenching her teeth, she focused on her arms, working to break away from her Master's control.
"I will release you, Police Girl…" Seras froze, gritting her teeth as she met her Master's now clearly bored gaze, awaiting the obvious stipulation which seemed to hang unsaid in the air between them. "After you drink from me." Seras' stomach dropped, her jaw following suit as she stared in uncomprehending horror at her Master. For several moments, she was unable to speak, let alone formulate a stable argument as to why she had no intention of doing any such thing.
"Look at me, Police Girl." Again, Seras' head was tilted up through the sheer power of her Master's words, soothingly purred with enough power to easily drag her gaze up from the comforter. She wanted to open her mouth, wanted to speak, wanted to crawl away, wanted to do SOMETHING, and yet, she remained where she was, mesmerized by a look in her Master's eyes that she had never before seen.
"I have seen your fears." His words were soft this time, accentuated by thin, soft tendrils of silky hair as they moved about unbidden, curling around her wrists, stroking her cheek, brushing beneath her chin as though he were attempting to encircle and ease her fears. "And I will not allow you to weaken yourself because of them. You will drink from me. And you will do it now." Seras watched, wide eyed and in awe as her Master brought his gloved hand to his mouth. He moved slowly, deliberately, demanding her attention as he brought his wrist to his mouth. The air in the room had gone nearly stagnant, heavy and pregnant with the same anticipation Seras was now violently trying to deny; dead air surrounding the dead. Seras tensed, fearing he would tear into his wrist at that moment, and was no less relieved as he gripped the glove encasing his hand with his teeth and slowly removed it, releasing his grip on the fabric the moment it cleared his fingertips. With a smirk that lit Seras' belly ablaze, he brought his wrist to his mouth, eyes locked on hers, fangs glinting malevolently in the darkness. He paused and Seras' breath hitched in her chest, her heart making a half-hearted leap in her chest as she watched, mesmerized and no longer able to control herself.
The elder vampire paused, bringing his wrist close enough to brush his lips across the skin there. His tongue flicked out, lightly, teasingly, just barely touching the skin at his wrist…and yet it was enough to incite a fresh wave of heat inducing shivers in the young Police Girl. All thoughts of how wrong this was, of how she had only moments prior loathed this creature, of how she could not stand to ingest even a drop of blood had flown out the window and now, eyes as wide as saucers and lips parted just so, she could not possibly understand how she had felt that way. This was all there was, all there should be, all their could be, and yes, it was right.
His teeth bit into the skin there, tearing away a small chunk without even a flinch. Pulling his arm from his mouth, dark smudges left along his lips and around his mouth, Alucard paused, lips twitching up into a cat-like smirk. Slowly he moved his arm towards Seras, eyes never leaving her own. The silky tendrils of hair which had previously enticed her into this situation had begun their work once more, tickling the skin along her own wrists, lingering at her earlobes and tracing her breasts with a touch light enough to leave Seras gasping for more. She arched her hips up, body having taken over in a primal display of sheer lust and desire. A chuckle drifted from Alucard's mouth, seeming to fill the room as he brought his still dripping wrist to her mouth.
There was no thought, no pause, no…anything. Her hunger had been gnawing, eating away at her for weeks now and already she had gone past the breaking point; Alucard was right, there was no way she could have been allowed out with free roam at the hunger level she was now experiencing.
Seras' free arm flew up, gripping her Master's arm as though to hold him in place, before she latched onto his wrist and began to drink. Her eyelids fluttered and, were she able to disengage her mouth from his wrist, she would have gasped. She'd been drinking blood for years now and never had something so…perfect, so delicious, so sweet, so rich, so amazing passed her lips before. Her hips arched up once again, unbidden, a wave of unadulterated need overwhelming any remaining vestiges of sanity in the young Police Girl. Dimly she was aware of a growling, deep, low in the throat of her Master as he buried his face in the crook of her neck, teeth gently grazing the skin there without breaking through. He lowered himself to lay flush against Seras' form, long hair draping over the two as Seras continued to feed. She mewled softly in response, wriggling against her Master's form as she drank from his wrist, nipping occasionally to keep the flesh from knitting together. Alucard's growling deepened into something resembling a low moan; against her thigh Seras could feel the fairly formidable bulge that indicated her Master's own arousal and she could not help but rub against it, body responding as well as it could. He shuddered above her, though he did not pull away nor did he make any other movement.
Only a scant handful of minutes had passed since Alucard had trapped her in the room, and yet it felt as though time had ceased to have any importance or meaning. The only thing Seras cared about, the only thing she needed, was her Master; how she could ever think otherwise, how she could even think to deny anything he wished or demanded was incomprehensible, nonsensical, insane-
"Enough, Police Girl." Firm but gentle as he pulled his face from the crook of her neck, easing himself back up onto his knees, attempting to pull his arm from Seras' iron grip. When she protested, he responded by granting her another liquefying kiss, nipping her lips and promising more, more-
And then he was gone. Several minutes passed leaving Seras glancing around the room, eyes clouded with a frightening combination of desire, need, and just a hint of bloodlust.
"M-…." The word died on her lips, as a caress, airy and light, traced its' way down from her neck, lingering on her breasts before dissipating, leaving Seras feeling…feeling what? As the realization of what happened began to sink in, the Police Girl froze, eyes wide, hands clenched into fists which drew blood. Blood which dripped onto the comforter, rolling in drops over the palms of her hands.
What the hell had she just done?
A/N: So, as I mentioned before... I've never written anything like this before. I would love suggestions or thoughts (and especially whether or not I should attempt something like this again, because this was certainly fun but...experimental). Just...be gentle, dear readers. Be gentle. As always, I thank you for reading and hope you enjoyed my fifth chapter.