Author's note: Sorry for not updating in so long! I did not have internet, but should be back to posting once a week now! Anyway enjoy!

"Samuel, is this business? Or is this pleasure?" I ask him, turning my head to face him. He does not turn to face me. He keeps walking, staring forward. The heels of our shoes echoing as we make it down the stone ramp.

"Business now, pleasure later." He answers simply.

"Fair enough." I reply. "So your arsenal is underground, That is very clever, considering how many people want what you have."

He laughs, "Mostly my brother!"

"Your brother?" I question.

"Yes, I have an older brother, and a younger sister." He continues. "Both of them mooch off my wealth." He says, in an almost bitter tone. "You see, when my mother died, my father left me and my siblings. Neither one of them wanted to be his successor until they saw the money involved. I warn them against it, I still give them a cut of the family wealth to keep them away from the danger that this positions holds. Having security guards follow them wherever they go gets quite expensive. But it is worth it if it keeps them safe."

I nod. "What are their names?" I ask.

"Jacks Zimmerman, and Eartha Zimmerman." he says. I raise an eyebrow.

"Zimmerman? I thought your last name was Damere."

He rubs his chin in thought for a moment as he takes me down a small corridor to a small cramped office. It was filled with unfiled papers and old ash trashes filled with cigarettes. I oddly admire it, it reminded me of how my father use to keep his office.

So, this was his real office huh?

"Well, 'Damere' is made up for security purposes." He explains to me. "My real name is Zimmerman."

"Samuel Leigh Zimmerman?"

"Correct." He nods. "It's Jewish." He adds.

"You're Jewish?" I question, surprised.

He gives me a hardy chuckle. "No, I was when I was a little boy, all of my father's side was Jewish."

"I see." I look away, a bit ashamed I sounded so shocked at this revelation.

"I left when I turned 18, and became Christian when I met my wife." He takes the chair behind his cluttered desk, he offers it to me.

Hm?

"Please take a seat." He says. I eye the chair questionably.

"And I am sorry for the mess… I have a lot of filing to do." He scratches the back of his and gives me a soft chuckle. I notice a small blush on his cheek bones. The corners of my mouth start to curve upward.

"Well, with an office like this, I wouldn't expect anything than less than to be offered the seat behind the desk." I stiff up my lip exaggeratingly, I cross my arms, my smirk finally showing through. He smiles back at me. My face softens. I take a seat, I scoot in.

I sit tall at his desk, His chair is made of hardwood, and his desk is small. I wonder if he is uncomfortable as I am sitting in this chair.

"You look so good behind a desk." He kneels besides me, his elbows on my knees. I want to laugh but I don't.

"I thought this was for business first?" I question coldly. "If you brought me here strictly for pleasure, you should have been honest." I say sternly, not looking at him.

"Well I-" He starts to speak, but I cut him off.

"- Well I am surly offended. You bring me here, take me to your office, down a small hallway away from everyone, and let me sit in your chair? Well I must say, it quite pathetic of you to do such things in hopes to impress me with how much of a gentlemen you are." I scoff. Hoping he'd take the bait. I eagerly await his response.

He chuckles, closing his eyes as he stands up, "Well Miss Hellsing, do not mistake me for those so pathetic. I brought you here for business, then pleasure. But that is up to you, my Hellsing." he pulls out a cigar from his breast pocket. "Because I can give you all pleasure if you wish." he grins, and gives me a wink.

I squint at him. "Business. First." I stand, our faces close. "So Are you going to show this 'business' you speak of?"

"All right." he shrugs, a cigar hanging from his mouth. "Well, can I show you something?" He asks.

"Depends." I sit back down. His belt very close to my face. I do not move. I steal a glance. I hope he does catch me staring.

He chuckles loudly again.

He noticed.

"Well!" He snaps his finger, then took the cigar out of his mouth. He then started to pull something out of his ears. Hm? Did he have hearing aids? He took two, small, black, ear shaped devices from his ears. He cups them in his palm and holds them in front of me.

"So you have hearing aids?" I question. He shakes his head.

"No, but they could be the very thing to prevent it." he says. I raise my brow.

He leans down beside me again, laying the small devices on my lap. My thighs tingled as his fingers lightly grazed them. I swallow. Looking down at them I pick one up. I hold it close to my eye.

"What is it?" I ask.

"Hm, it is a frequency blocker." He explains. "When shooting a firearm, it blocks out the sound frequency the weapon makes when fired."

"I see." I see the tiny devices. "May I?" I extend my hand for them. He gives them to me. I take them gently, holding them up to the light to examine them. "Can I use them?" I ask.
He smiles at me, "I thought you'd never ask. I wanted to see if you'd try them for yourself."

"Sure, do you have a shooting range?" I ask, putting down the ear plugs.

"Of course, You can use whatever firearm you so desire." He says.

I raise my eyebrow interest. "Any firearm?" I question. He nods. "Even the one clipped to your waist?"

He furrows his brow. He then grabs his gun from his waist. "This one? My .500 Smith and wesson? One of the most powerful handgun in the world, firing at 1,975 feet per second, and pull of 350."

"You're making that up, there is no such thing as a 500. Smith and Wesson." I state.

"Not yet." he gives me a subtle wink. "It is still under development. I am just using it to give feedback."

"You're in the pockets of weapon distributors?" I laugh. "I should have figured." I continue, "And when you make things like this." I hold up the tiny ear devices. "They must be very interested in you."

"Yes they are." He grins. "As long as I keep giving them what they want, I will continue to be on their payroll."

"I see." I nod. "Just how many payrolls are you on?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.

"Want to find out?" He asks.

"Yes I do." I admit.

"Then you'll have to marry me first." He grins.

Bastard! Why does he do that?

"Are you bribing me?" I squint at him. What was he even getting at?

"Well if you think it's worth it." He winks.

Bastard! bastard! Bastard!

I almost grit my teeth. How dare he be so casual about such subjects! He notices my distress. That seems to only make him grin more.

"What is the matter, Miss Hellsing?"

That's it

My nerves are set on fire.

"How dare you be so casual!" I snap at him. His eyes go wide on my voice. He then slinks over to me, bowing to me. I stiffen as he gets closer.
What was he doing?

"I apologize, Integra. That was inappropriate of me." He gives me a genuine smile. I still am stiff. But I relax.

Damn. I wish I could stay mad at him... Like you. He's like you. I could never stay mad at you. Even at the snide comment.

I'm weak.

"You are forgiven." I look down at the top of his head as he is still bowing to me. His hair shines, I want to reach down at pet him. Like a good boy he apologized to me. Just like you.

He slowly lifts his head, and the urge to give him physical praise is gone. He now stares into my eyes.

"Shall I take you to my shooting range?" He extends his arm to me. I take his arm without a word from my lips. I take the opportunity to feel the muscles underneath his suit. They were pleasantly firm. I almost hum in satisfaction. But I stop myself. I know the consequence, I can't let him know. But for moment, I think, why should I care if he knows I find him attractive? I kissed him for Christ sake! He already knows! He knows I find him very pleasant on the eyes. Maybe it's confidence. His confidence. It scares me. Where you are a submissive lost pup, he is a lion, stalking its prey. And I am both scared and excited to be his prey. You were just a begging dog at my feet, but he coming up to me and taking his prize.

His prize.

He takes me to a corridor, stopping at a door, he pulls out a key card and slides it in the door. It beeps and opens. He takes me inside.

The shooting range was very well lit, and spacious. Human shaped targets lined up and hung, ready to be shot at. He unhooks his gun from his holster.

"Now, this is a very powerful gun, and I want you to be careful." He keeps the gun pointed to the ceiling. "Let me shoot it with you first."

I want to argue, but I don't. I nod and agree. I put the tiny devices he gave me in my ear. And takes out another pair from his pocket.

How many does he have?

His hands caressing mine as he places the gun in my hand, and wraps his hand around mine. His grip is firm, and his hand is warm. The gun is heavy, and I can already feel the power behind it.

"Careful." he says, caressing my trigger finger. I shiver, his fingernail tickling my knuckle as he waits for me to fire.

"Ready?" he whispers taking off the safety. I shiver once more. The way his breath touched my ear sent me trembling. It felt good. But I mustn't think about that now, while a weapon is in my hand.

I narrow my eyes at the target.

I fire.

I gasp at the kick back. It was unlike any other weapon I had fired. So powerful. So strong. My go eyes wide.

I fire again. A smile on my face. He notices, and smiles with me. "You're pretty good. Now, let's see how well you are without me." He removes his hand from mine. I frown slightly. I did not want him to let go. I sigh to myself. Before relining the target. I take the shot. My hand buzzed and I dropped the gun at the kick back. I hear him gasp.

"I- I'm sorry!" I exclaim.

I see him shake his head, and pick up his gun, putting the safety on, and putting the gun back on his holster.

Damnit!

Is he disappointed in me? I start to worry for a moment, but I see his smile, and I calm. "Integra," He says. "I am the one who should be sorry."

I raise an eyebrow.

"I suppose letting you have a gun that hasn't even hit the market yet because of its power is a bit foolish of me." He scratches the back of his head.

I narrow my eyes at him. "So you don't think I can handle it?"

"No." He states simply.

My mouth drops open. A little shocked he would be so honest.

"Are you saying-" I begin to say but he cuts me off.

"But with a bit more practice. I think you'll be good at it." He saves himself from my scolding.

I close my mouth. "Hm." I cross my arms. "I see."

"By the way." he pauses. "Did the ear plugs work?" I see a grin appear on his lips.

My face softens. "Of course!" I say. His grin gets wider.

"I am glad! This is wonderful Integra! I'll have to make more." He rubs his chin. "Now, what shall we do next?" he asks.

I think for a moment.

"Pleasure."