First of all I am sooooooooo sorry this one took so long, but the entire chapter was lost when my flashdrive gave. I know it's not much of an excuse. I hope you all enjoyed your xmas and new year.

Anyway enjoy

Past Hell

Eleanor lay on her side at the foot of the alter, watching the sun's rays tint the stained glass with orange, as it sank to the horizon. Her long golden flow of hair was done in a tight French braid. She longed to feel the sun kiss her skin and the breeze whisper chants in her ears, he confined her within the church and since the angel was the one to awaken her from her sleep, he became her master.

The nosferatu slowly turned her head to look at the holy dagger mounted on the alter above her. That child, Seras, I wonder if she is with him now, her thought echoed through her blank mind.

The church door burst open and Lucifer returned from his walk-about in the city of Paris. She noticed that he was carrying shopping parcels in his hand and a bouquet of red roses in the other. Her heart beat slowed down and silenced as she listened to the clicking of his boot on the marble floor.

He laid the parcels down at the foot of the steps before her and sat down beside her on the floor. He gently removed one of the roses from the bouquet and weaved it in Eleanor's golden hair.

"If I recall correctly, this is your favourite flower is it not?" he knew it was, but he also knew that last time she received a red rose was from his brother.

The nosferatu turned her head away from the angel and looked with hollow eyes at the glass window. Though the flower remained in her hair, he knew that she mentally threw it right back in his face. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders, and planted a kiss on her jaw, his black hair spilling over her.

He had done this… once. But he was tenderer, and he treated me like the most delicate of flowers. But this one is just after lust, and his want to fill that black void he calls a heart, the nosferatu pondered whether he could hear her thought or not. But Lucifer just kept on planting kisses on her jaw; so no.

Lucifer grabbed her roughly while digging his thumb into the soft skin at the nape of her neck. Eleanor simply succumbed to the pain, and welcomed it into her pale being. The sickening sound of her crushing bone echoed throughout the church's empty white hall.

"Tell me, had being resurrected back from hell silenced your tongue?!" he bloated, his grip tightening on her crushed chin. "WELL, HAS IT? … Or could it be that you still deem for him? May I remind you, my love, the last time you longed for him … I stole away not only something you yearned for, but he yearned for as well," he purred into the bowl of her ear, as to make sure she not only heard every word but felt the vibration of them travel through her.

Eleanor's eyes widened in fear of recalling that memory. Lucifer felt her limp body inhale shaky breathes of air. Her head swayed to and fro, causing her curtain of golden hair to sway with the movement.

Her chest rose and fell more rapidly as dim images in her mind started to become more vivid, and burn into the sight of her third eye.

Flash back

Eleanor's pale golden hair was pulled back in a loosely done French braid, her heavy green satin dress trailed behind her as she paced back and forth in front of the fire place in her master's bed chamber.

She finally settled herself into a Roman designed oak chair by the fireplace. Her hand rested softly on the golden cross around her neck. "O, mighty Lord, I pray that You bring my beloved home… alive," she said silent prayer. Eleanor watched the embers of the fire burn as she hummed a lullaby to herself. Someone knock heavily on the door.

"Enter," she sighed, wondering who would be requesting for her at this hour. Eleanor momentarily allowed herself to hope that her prayer was answered.

A man fully clad in armour stepped into view. His dark hair fell over his face, concealing his identity. He walked over to her, but she remained seated. Eleanor thinking it was her beloved allowed him to come forward.

However as soon as he leaned in to kiss her, she knew it was not him and turned her face away from him. "What do you want, Lucifer?" she asked him, but tried to avoid direct eye contact with him.

"Why, I have brought news of my brother," he said looking at her with lust filled eyes. She waved her hand, gesturing that he may speak. "My lordship is currently stuck in Transylvania, and he is injured as an aftermath of the battle," he told her with urgency straining his voice. "He has also instructed me to look after you, my lady while he is away."

Eleanor looked at him with her bright eyes. "Very well, if those were his direct instructions, you may stay. However, I highly doubt he sent you here to look after me, while I am in the current state that I'm in," her eyes narrowed and folded her delicate hands in her lap.

"'Current state' my lady?" he knelt down on his knee and looked up at her in a beautiful vision of soft golden colours. It was then that he noticed the small mound on her stomach. His knuckle braises clenched against one another. How could he, he thought. He impregnated her, that bastard; he is so caught up in his quest that he does not even realize I left his ranks to take away what he wishes to protect more than anything.

"IF you are going to remain here you can reside in your usual chamber. I am going to retire for the night, so a good evening to you, Lucifer," she spoke to him in strict formality. She got up and went to her private bathing chamber.

Eleanor slid her foot from her soft leather shoe and dipped her toe in the water relieved that the water was still warm. She tied her hair up in a tight bun and removed her satin dress, discarding to the floor. She caressed her faintly swollen abdomen and stepped into the pool-like bath.

She lay there in complete silence before she heard the door open. She got up from the water, thinking it was just one of the servants that have come to clean u, but a sinister aura swirled in the air. Lucifer stepped into view, wearing a long white cotton tunic that warriors did if not in their armour.

Eleanor quickly grabbed a towel that lay nearby and covered herself from his view. "Come now there is really no need for that," his voice was soft, but had an element of darkness within it. "There is no part of your body have not seen, my lady."

He moved closer, but she held her ground, for he would not dare take her in his brother's own hold, would he? He ran his fingers along the line of her shoulder. His touch made her shiver, but not from any pleasure but from fear of what he would do to her, do to her unborn child.

"You would not dare touch me, you loathsome cur!!" she hoped a guard or servant would come in and take him away… but no one came. A sadistic grin grew on his face, making his handsome face fade away.

"There is no need to worry; no-one will disturb us tonight," his voice seemed darker than before. "I have already taken the necessary precautions, my lady," he grabbed the back of her neck and forced his tongue through her mouth. He entwined his snake-like tongue around her soft one.

He wrenched away the towel and looked at her body, but as his eyes settled on the mound on her stomach his face twisted in anger. "So," his voice was but a mere whisper. "My eyes weren't playing tricks on me. You are carrying his child."

Eleanor pushed him back and made for the dark double door behind him. Lucifer leapt at her and tackled her to the hard, wet stone floor. He slid his hands between the stone and her warm body. His hands mercilessly clenched onto her bare breasts. An ear shattering shriek escaped her throat as Lucifer; her beloved's own brother began to wander his hands on her body.

He turned her around to gaze at her beautiful being. He lifted her body up and licked circles around her rosy buds on her chest. She gave an involuntary shiver, but not of pleasure, it was one of fear.

"Come now, you will enjoy this… Trust me," he licked his way up her neck and kissed her roughly once more before his hand grabbed her womanhood, making her cry out as loud as her lungs allowed her to.

He threw her down onto the stone and stood up and removed his dress tunic. The candle light danced over his lean, muscled body and cast dark shadows over his erection. Lucifer sank down onto the withering woman bellow him.

"Please don't… I beg of you," she sobbed as he suckled on her breast. He poised his member at her entrance, and gave a grin seeping black desire. He thrust in and out of her, getting a steady rhythm.

Tears ran down her face as she cried out to the high ceiling. He sped up, thrusting deeper and harder, feeling his head enter her womb. He moaned in pleasure as she withered around him. He lifted her lower body from the stone, cupping her ass with his hands.

Lucifer grinded their hips together. He looked down at her and saw her sad face. "Are you enjoying this? Well, you should, because now that I have made love with you, my brother will not lay a finger on you," he continued to force his way in and out of her.

Eleanor felt him release inside her and made her cry out all over again. Lucifer's breathing suddenly became laboured and collapsed on top of her. His weight pinned her down to the stone, unable to move.

She was blinded by her tears; she could only hear sharp sounds of something tearing through flesh and skin. A blinding white substance appeared behind Lucifer, and once she could see clearly again, she saw that the white substance was a pair of white angelic wings.

"Dear Lord, what are you?" Lucifer lifted himself and gave her a wide grin of satisfaction. He sat up and reached for his sword which Eleanor did not notice him bring with him.

"Now that I am content I will make sure my brother will never be," he unsheathed it, the polished silver blade glistening in the dim light. He got off her grabbed hold of one of her legs and pinned the other down him his leg.

He rubbed the sharp steel against her soft skin of her inner thighs, making small cuts as he did so. But he wanted more; he wanted her to bleed, to beg him to stop. Lucifer swiftly cut through her flesh near her womanhood, blood pooling on the floor.

He pierced the tip of his bloodied blade through her entrance, making her yell out and tears stream from her eyes. One he made sure no man could ever enter her; he started to cut the mound of her womanhood, her dark curls bejewelled with droplets of her crimson blood.

"Where is the witch that I heard you are? Or were those tales of your battles alongside him just tales," he knew she had dark powers, and he wanted to provoke them. Lucifer swung his blade in the air, making the steel whisper in the air. He did the most inhumane thing he could think of; he thrust his sword through her unborn child and killed it instantly.

Eleanor felt the life of her child leave her, and that made her last chain of control break. Her eyes flashed an eerie red and looked right at him, the man that killed both her and her child that night. She used her powers to throw him into a far wall. She stood up slowly and removed his sword, sending a river of blood gushing from her womb.

Eleanor discarded the weapon and strode gracefully to where Lucifer lay. The gaping wound in her stomach regenerated as soon as the blade left her body. "Well, are you enjoying this? You should be," her voice sounded demonic and vibrated through the room.

Lucifer fell from the wall and rolled on the floor. He looked up at the woman he was cutting up earlier with fear and curiosity. "What in Hell's name are you?"

A smile curled on her lips as she used her power to behead him and crush him to a lump of bloody pulp.

End of flash back

"No… no more. No… more," Eleanor choked out the words as she fought not to shed a tear in front of him.

"Ah, and she speaks. Well, my bride, what is your answer?" Lucifer whispered as he embraced the memory. That precious memory of that night he cause his brother so much pain, so much pain that he left his beloved Eleanor open to Lucifer's influence.

"N-no, my lord. I do not deem for him in the slightest," she spoke with difficulty as Lucifer completely crushed her chin. "… I only think of your well being and the procedure of your plan."

A brooding smile crept on his lips as he heard her say those sweets words he wanted to hear most of all. He slipped his hand under her dress, and stroked the scarred skin on her thigh. "I may no longer be able to enter you, as I made sure my brother may never. However, I can still do other fixations."

Eleanor sharply cocked her head towards him, her teeth gritted together as he began to take hold of her shoulders. Lucifer's hands confidently removed her dress as he planted rough kisses on her neck.

Her chin slowly reconstructed itself as well as the deep wound on her neck, as he let his grip go to remove her dress. A knock at the front doors of the church interrupted Lucifer from going any further.

"My my, it seems your dinner has arrived as I have asked it to. What good and naive human he is," Lucifer sighed heavily as he climbed off of Eleanor. He walked casually to the door, and let the young man in.

"Man, this is an awesome dig ya got here," the young man said loudly as he followed Lucifer to the steps. His sky-blue eyes fell onto Eleanor, his face drained of colour seeing the deathly naked pale woman with blood on the side of her neck stand up slowly, yet gracefully.

"Man, did I interrupt somethin'? Well I'll jus leave, since the two of you are busy," he muttered huskily as he stepped back, trying to make a run for it. He turned on his heel but Eleanor appeared in front of him, causing the man to fall back onto the floor in fright.

Eleanor glared down at him then shot he gaze at Lucifer. "Is he a virgin?"

Lucifer's back arched as he laughed at her question. "Of course not! Do you think I want a new vampire to look after? NO!"

Eleanor hunched down onto her knees, and cupped the man's face with her long, graceful fingers. She tilted his head backwards exposing the large artery under his sleek bronze skin. Eleanor rested her plump lips on his neck and misted her sweet breath onto him as he whimpered and asked God to save him.

Lucifer watched as his bride hesitated the bite, however her hunger got the better of her. Eleanor's fangs sharpened and extended to their curtail, just past her lower lip. She sank her fangs deeply within his neck as she began to drink. Eleanor felt him give in, Pathetic Human!

The heat of her powers soon became too much to overcome. Her emerald jewel eyes melted into that all too familiar glowing crimson red. Eleanor lost the slim grip she had on her self control.

Meanwhile

Integra sat quietly under the cool shade of the umbrella as she listened to the birds sing in the garden. The sun slowly began to set behind the mountains.

"Sir Integra, might I speak with you for a moment?" a voice asked from behind her. Integra turned in her chair to see how requested for her. To her surprise it was Walter, her former family butler.

"Of course, Walter." She got up from her chair and followed him inside. She stood by him at grand marble fireplace and looked at the dancing flames. "Well, what is it that you want to discuss with me, Walter?"

He let out a heavy sigh and looked at the woman before that he raised with proud eyes, and wondered where that little girl went. "Well to put it simply it is about Pierre," his voice trailed off as he mentioned his name. "You see Sir Integra he is my son, and I told him to go and take my place there at Hellsing Manor."

"Your… Son? But his last name is Le Bout," She thought about it and she cursed herself for not noticing the resemblance sooner. "I see, he is a bastard child and you did not take him in, but you followed his progress as he grew up."

A sudden cold aura filled the room and Walter saw Alucard and Seras in the middle of the room. But Seras was wearing her master's hat and trench coat, and that confused the butler greatly.

"Where is that sorry excuse of a human, Michelle?" the nosferatu's voice hit them like warm steel to the skin. He moved toward his master and looked down at her. "Where is he?"

Integra returned his glare and told him he was in the library, and before she could finish her sentence, he had teleported himself there.

I am gonna end it there, but I'll update sooner – PROMISE!! ^^

This chapter was dedicated to tow people who don't think kindly of poor Eleanor (glares at BosBaBe and BloodyMary 944) Enjoy the start of school to all of you going!