The WC was a blindingly white room tiled from floor to ceiling. Multiple sinks and stalls lined the main area nearest to the door and a smaller room with six showerheads and drains in the floor was at the end. The vampire, Alucard, lead him into the shower area and stood blocking the doorway to the main bathroom.
The crimson eyed man smiled at him menacingly and said in a dark voice, "Strip."
D unlaced his boots, took off his cape and leathers, and placed them on a paneled plastic bench hanging out of the wall, and proceeded to step out of his braie until he was completely naked.
Alucard smirked wider and let his eyes wander down D's bare figure for a moment while D shifted uncomfortably. He felt vulnerable and without the protection of his armour and cloak, and without clothes D knew he was thin and boney from a diet consisting of synthesized blood tablets.
The dunpeal wearily took a bar of soap Alucard handed him and turned on the spray. Although being naked in front of another was uncomfortable, it felt great to get a shower; the last time he had showered he was on a whole different world and it seemed like ages ago.
D worked the soap through his hair, untangling it with his fingers, and washed it carefully and then started washing his body. When he was sure he had rinsed off every last sud, he turned off the spray and then Alucard stepped forward too close for comfort with a fluffy white towel.
"Hold still," said the mischievously smiling vampire started laughing at D who shied away from him and stood closer to the back wall. Alucard wrapped the towel around D's shoulders and started rubbing him dry. D tried to take the towel to save himself the awkwardness of being dried, but Alucard only evaded him easily. D swore the vampire lingered drying his crotch unnecessarily long, but did not want to do anything that would get him in immediate trouble with the locals and Alucard's 'master.'
Eventually the red-eyed fright pulled away and directed D back towards the bench that now held a clean pair of leather pants, a coarse dark blue shirt, and underwear that laid next to his calf-high boots which was the only article of his own clothing that remained. His clothes had been taken somewhere, hopefully to be cleaned and not just trashed, but he didn't know. Although he hadn't faced Alucard the whole time he had showered, he felt his stare burning into his back, and bum, the entire time and was sure he hadn't moved.
He slowly dressed into the fitted pants and slightly too loose shirt and buckled his boots and was mulling over his situation in his head when Alucard interrupted.
"Come, I have to feed you now."
Alucard grasped his elbow and lead him through the large and elaborate manor covered in expensive patterned wallpaper, thick dyed rugs, and the occasional painting. At first D tried to keep track of which way he was led through the winding hallways spotted with mahogany doors, but eventually he lost track of rights and lefts in the never-ending trek of hallway.
Alucard stopped suddenly that D momentarily lost his balance and bumped into the vampire before being stilled. They had stopped at a pair of double mahogany doors that did not seem much different than the rest. Alucard let him through the doors into a small dining area with a dark wood table and matching chairs, a luxuriously plush red carpet and a small metal fridge in the corner.
"Sit," Alucard commanded the dhampir, and smoothly glided his way over to the fridge and pulled out dark red packets that couldn't be anything but blood.
D froze as his nose honed in on the sweet smell of human blood even though it's plastic container, it takes a second to force himself to calm down and sit stiffly in a heavy chair at the very end of the large table.
Alucard walked over with two blood packs and sat quickly in the chair next to D, turning to face him.
"You drink blood, don't you?" Alucard questioned.
D was trying, and failing, to stay calm in his seat, as he could smell the blood right next to him. His eyes dilated leaving mostly pupil visible and his deep breathing turned to shallow pants. After sitting for a few seconds waiting for the words to register in his brain, D nodded quickly.
Alucard cut open the packet for him with a sharp fingernail, and handed it to D who greedily gulped it down. It had been so long, lifetimes since D had real human blood instead of the bland synthetic blood that was difficult to stomach and never filled him completely. But this was heavenly, the tangy blood coating his throat as he slurped the last few mouthfuls from the first empty packet and licked his lips for whatever sticky drops had escaped from his mouth. His hunger started to ebb, and as he slowly drank the remains of the second packet, he could not help but notice Alucard was once again staring at him.
He would not be unnerved except for those intense red eyes burning holes into his soul, never blinking or pausing, like a demonic statue had sprung to life except for the occasional toothy grin or threatening gesture moving across pale, sculpted face, completed with a smoldering pair of rubies as eyes.
"What am I doing here?" D finally says to break the long silence that was hovering around the tense atmosphere of the dining room.
"Why the blood and the clothes, I am your prisoner. Also, what kind of vampire hunter employee's vampires?" he added, turning his head to look at Alucard's stony face.
"I think my master is hoping to come to an agreement of sorts… Having another vampire to fight would mean a good increase in power against Hellsing's enemies," Alucard started, knitting his strong fingers together on top of the table.
"Hellsing was started by a man who went to insane lengths to kill vampires, even by enslaving other 'pet' vampires to help with the fight. I never believed it was possible that it was possible until it happened to me. The only real relevant part is that they tell you who to kill, you go kill them, get your bagged blood, and get to live in a mansion that won't be stormed by angry mobs with pitchforks," Alucard said back, staring at D with a smirk tugging at his lips.
The dhampir was silent for lack of a better word, quietly thinking away. He did not want to be stuck here and had every intention of trying to break out the moment Alucard took his eyes off him. He couldn't try anything with the Alucard there because the vampire was too strong and had already out run him once. But the second Alucard left him alone he was going for the nearest window or door and, hopefully, he wouldn't run into any guards or other vampires.
"What is a free vampire doing killing his own kind? Or half his kind," Alucard asked D, leaning closer.
D shifted uncomfortably, taking a moment to think about how to answer.
"There's not much else for me to do. Being half a vampire is too much for people to tolerate, unless I'm there killing vampires for them. I'm also very good at what I do," D replied.
"Why are you allowed to have bagged blood? I thought your human would not approve of people suffering so you can eat?" the dhampire asked, assuming that humans voluntarily donating their blood to monsters like them was outside the realm of reality. He also thought Hellsing, an organization to protect humans, would not collect the blood through any sort of nefarious means to feed their pet monsters.
"The humans donate their blood to the National Health System, and for their knowledge, goes to sick people in need of blood transfusions and plasma- but what they don't know is that the government sends a very small portion of blood per month to Hellsing to feed us, Seras and I. Most people don't know vampires exist and the government wants to keep it that way to avoid massive panic. Hellsing disposes of any supernatural threats to the human population quickly and efficiently, and keeps the citizens from knowing about our existence," Alucard stated and gently took the empty blood packet from D's hands and threw it in a bin next to the mini-fridge.
"Come," Alucard said, pulling D out of his chair and across the room by his slim wrist. "I'm going to lock you in my coffin again until my Master knows what to do with you."
The dhampir shuttered on the inside. His escape plans would have to wait unless he found an opening on the way to that dark, basement-like room, which he doubted. Alucard was too perceptive and crafty to give D a potential opportunity to escape. So he trailed behind Alucard back to the coffin room.
Alucard kicked open the coffin lid and gestured for him to get inside, and D did so reluctantly, lowering himself on top of the too-thinly padded red velvet that covered the bottom and taking one last look outside before the coffin was slammed shut. D could hear the rattling of numerous chains that must be preventing him from opening the lid or escape by sheer force. He was in for a long period of nothingness.