A/N: OMG i know how to end this story! It just came to me! I AM A GENIUS! Well, not really.... Whatever so irrelevent right now. So anyway, im thinking of making it up to 26-30 ish chaps maybe less since i did add this new traitor and/or double agent twist to the story so i have to wrap everything up rather quickly so that it doesn't drag on with too much randomness and too much randomness is NOT GOOD so these are the final chaps.
I know what to do with Integra btw, I never really liked her but my opinion of her did not affect her fate in this fic, please take note of this Integra lovers. And Oddity I think you misunderstood a paragraph in the previous chap, Priscilla is not a vamp Andrey sucked her blood to shut her up. And thanks soo much for all these REVIEWS! Omg there is just SO MANY! I am eternily grateful, keep reading and reviewing please!!
P.S.- all those for Integra to get with Andrey (not sex-wise), state it in your reviews, please and thank you!
Disclaimer: I am making a non-profit fanfiction of Kouta Hirano's Hellsing. Only the plot and characters belong to me, Hellsing unfortunately does not. I have nothing against Russians either, so please no one take offense.
Staring at her fingers, Seras made a fist, watching with great interest as she saw the knuckles turn white and feel her nails dig deeply into her palm. Then she loosed her hand and saw the half-moon nail marks disappear into her flesh, leaving little specs of blood behind. She was only staring at her right hand, the hand her Master had kissed so gently and made her breathe shudder. The butterflies appeared in her stomach again, fluttering around, making her feel queasy. It was a nice feeling, and that's what puzzled her the most.
The way he had kissed her fingertip and they way he had kissed her before made her thoughts foggy, her vision hazy. she was confused, naturally. How could she not, considering that her Master was acting so strangely, even moreso since she had actually attacked him during their stay at the stakeout hotel. She clenched her hand int a fist again, hearing her knuckles crack before releasing the strain on her hand. She was in her room. She didn't really know why she was in her room, or more accuretely, their room. She could still feel the surprising warmth in her finger tips and still felt a slight buzz from the kiss.
It's not so much the kisss as to the tenderness and softness it was applied with that confused her. Master was some kind of crazy, pain-loving fiend, a demon. But of course, here she smiled. Isn't that why she loved him? But still; softness, tenderness, romance, these things aren't his style, aren't what he's like, isn't what he likes. She had observed that much to know he liked pain and more animalistic passion. At the thought, Seras blushed. She imagined something very impure and so tempting.
"No, no, no." She scolded herself. "Don't even go there, Seras. Bad things, baaaad things."
She gasped and turned around. She just noticed she was standing in the middle of their room spacing out like an airhead, thinking those things. Master could've seen and/or heard that! Seras groaned and buried her palms into herface. She was such a dunce sometimes, it was no wonder blonde jokes were such a hit. Hit.
"Oh crap!!" She shouted and sprung from her spot and ran out the door, down the hall and into the shooting range. She forgot, completely forgot she was supposed to be there! Nicholas had decided to gear up in the shooting range because of the large selection of firearms and she was supposed to be there to help load the car Walter would be driving. Which was ironically an Aston Martin 1964 DB5, James Bond's trademark car. While she was speeding towards the shooting range, she reflected on everyone's suprise when te old butler chaperoned them into the Hellsing garage and showed them the car he selected himself.
Seras smiled to herself and giggled. She always knew Walter liked 007 movies, though he wouldn't admit it. She had to admit, even the metallic grey color of the car was the exact same as the car in 'Gold Finger'. She reached the shooting range and Nicholas made no comment on her tardiness. Really, he couldn't if he wanted to, she was his mother. Besides, Seras was their only choice left for the firepower selection and heavy lifting.
Alucard was in Integra's office, refusing to come down and 'waste his time, doing nothing when they could have already gone to the hotel, saved Integra, killed the bastards and come back already.' So he decided to stay up there, brooding and plotting painful revenge until the very second they would have to leave. Seras had thought of this to be acts of of a spoilt child, but then again Alucard knew how to act like one too. He was such a confusing character, odd and unpredictable.
As seras put the guns and her Halconnen into the trunk of Walter's car, she noticed Anderson was sulking in the shadows of the shooting range as well, far away from the group. Seras sighed and rolled her eyes. Why is it that all the men she just happens to know are acting like children right now? Glancing back at him as she lifted her Halconnen with ease and placed it gently in the trunk, she shrugged and a small smirk tugged at the corners of her mouth.
She could understand both madmen right now, no matter how childish they're acting at the moment. Anderson was sulking because Nicholas had humiliated him in front of Alucard numerous times by shouting and yelling at him, constantly giving him a dressing down. She, herself, had never seen the teen act so much like Integra either. Nicholas was still himself at times but Seras had noticed that he had become more icy and stern when dealing with Anderson, like Integra would act when dealing with Alucard. It was uncanny how they all seemed alike.
The last of the guns and ammunition was loaded and Seras silently called her Master to come down, but he refused still. After a few more times he had refused her call, Seras excused herself from the group and went to their room.
"Master, come on, we need to leave." She said in her pleading voice as she entered the dark bedroom. Alucard was sitting at the table, his chin resting on the palm of his gloved hand and played with the crystal goblet he usually drank from, with his other hand. The only source of light was the small, stubby candle stuck in the middle of the wooden table and the flames flickered and swayed here and there. He was frowning and the light cast shadows on his face. He looked solem and disappointed in the candle light.
"Master, please?" She pleaded quietly as she edged towards him, unsure what to do. She never saw him look like this and she didn't know what he would do. It's always best to be cautious with her tricky Master.
"You bafoons take too long to get ready." He murmured as he twirled the goblet in his hand, staring at it angrily as if wishing it would burst into a million pieces. Seras had reached the table and stood in front of Alucard with her arms crossed over her chest and fixed him with a glare, not that he noticed. "We took five minutes to get ready and I had to load the guns in the car. It would've gone faster if you had come down and helped."
"That leaves me no time to play."
"Play?" She repeated, dazed and puzzled. Before she made the connections, her Master wasn't in front of her anymore playing with the goblet. He was behind her, encircling his arms around her waist and just under her breasts and burying his nose into the back of her neck. She gasped, frozen in place. What was he doing and now of all times?
"I want to taste a bit more of this 'love' you constantly speak of. It's rather addicting." He purred into her ear and nipped it gently and Seras let herself completely melt into his body behind her as the waves of pleasure overtook her.
So many wonderful feelings burst inside her like balloons popping in the air. Alucard played with her ear and let his lips move down her neck sending sensation upon sensation through his fledgling's body. His hand that was on her waist rubbed her stomach in slow, lazy circles through her uniform. He thought it best to not arouse his delicious fledgling too much, not yet at least.
Slowly he turned her around and let his mouth trail hot kisses to her lips and captured them in a seering kiss, sensual and deep, something not like him at all. But he found this tenderness rather appealing. Alucard had noticed that Seras responded better to him when he was like this with her, gentle and slow, rather then what he was used to.
He also found that he sort of liked it as well. The rush of things was good, feeling the fire lick at the body from the inside but this was like teasing the fire inside her, slowly feeding it, carassing it so that when it grew, the fire in her should become a great inferno. Yes, that's what he thought exactly. Seras was his little fire he kept stoking and he knew she would swallow him up in the hotness of the inferno she would become.
Seras felt his arms hug her closer as his hand rested at the back of her head and the other entangled in her hair. This was a different passion then what she had felt from him. It was that tenderness again. Why was he being so gentle with her anyways? She couldn't even think straight as she fell deeper into his arms if possible. She felt as if they had become one entity with their bodies completely fused into one. It was like she was going through him. She let the blackness of him swallow her as she tried to deepen the kiss but found something missing.
Sadly, when she hit her nose on the wall behind him, Seras realized she really did go through him. Sheepishly and feeling utterly stupid and foolish, she stood up and straightened her clothes. Alucard was already facing her, a large, twisted grin stretched on his face.
"If you wanted to practice phasing, you should have said so." He laughed and Seras frowned.
"Master, you know that was on accident."
"Sure, you only go through the men kissing you when you want too, correct?"
"Shut up Master."
The two vampires showed up at the library doors as ordered by Nicholas and found Anderson already waiting there. His tall, lean figure was up against the wall, his head bent and his arms crossed his chest. In one hand he held a smal bible from which he now read. Upon seeing the book, Alucard went stiff and his nose crinkled as if he smelt a bad egg. Anderson shut the book with a short snap and slowly turned his head to face them. His eyes were uninterested and bored and the priest sighed heavily. He did not like this at all.
"Something not to your liking, vampire?" Anderson asked quite innocently while purposely flaunting the little leather book in front of the raven-haired vampire's nose. Alucard glared and hissed like an angry cat. "Other then seeing your foul face in the halls these past few nights, you mean?"
"I could say the same for you."
"Could you? I did not know you liked to copy others. Is that what Jesus teaches you?"
"You dare speak the name of Our Lord in vain, you dispicable creature of Hell!?"
"Your Lord is the one who is vain, Judas Priest!"
"You athiest bastard!"
And they were already at each other again, fists raised as both charged into each other. But Seras had the sense to step in between and slammed her elbow into Anderson's stomach and spun on her heel to stop Alucard's tackle with all her vampiric strength. Anderson flew back from the impact of the petite vampire's elbow and almost broke the wooden railings as he was knocked into them.
"Honestly, you two are like children! Behave yourselves or we'll never get the job done!" Seras shouted at the two men but her shout fell on deaf ears as Alucard pushed past her, gun already in his hands and a crazed grin adorning his face. Anderson looked the same, clashing his bayonets together gleefully as they stalked towards each other again. Seras was about to jump in again when they heard strange noises coming from the entrance hall. The two men stopped their advance and wihout a word went off into that direction. Seras followed, she had no choice since she had to play the peace-maker with those two idiots.
Walter and Nick were already in the entrance hall, tense and sceptical at the intruder who had dared come into the Hellsing manor. Smelling the intruder's scent, Seras knew at once that it was a vampire, an old vampire and a female. Instinctively Seras began to growl, the sound rumbled low in her throat, quiet but dangerous. Walter had his silver wires wrapped around the vampire's body, prepeared to tug on the taught lines if need be, to sever the vampire into several pieces. So far she posed no threat and seemed rather unsurprised at their cold welcoming.
"State your business, vampire." Nick asked cooly, looking hard into the large orbs of red staring back at him. The girl, a young one, sniffed and rose one elegant, thin eyebrow in questioning.
"Do you mind releasing me then so I may state my business or is this the famous hospitality you British people show to your guests?" She replied with her nose up in the air slightly. She looked rather proud, despite her strange appearence. Nicholas considered for a moment before telling Walter to let her go.
The butler hesitantly obliged, watching the girl with a sceptical glare as his wires zipped back into his black gloves. The scars the silver wires had left on her perfectly smooth skin were already fading and the vampire brushed herself off and righted her appearence, taking her time and not caring that Nick was growing impatient and anxcious in her presence. It didn't take him too long to know that she was Russian by now, and that meant she was his enemy.
"You the Hellsing?" She asked curtly once she was satisfied with herself and stared at Nicholas with her eyes demanding and strong. Nicholas nodded.
"I am Ayanna Natasha Maria Alexandrovich." She proudly introduced herself and then bowed down as elegantly as nobles could and added rather sincerely "At your service."
Nicholas, Walter, the two vampires (though one wouldn't admit it) and Anderson were quite stunned at this. They were all thinking the same thought by now; Was this a trap?
The silence followed once again like an annoying person one couldn't get rid of, no matter what one did. Ayanna began to think they became mute. The young Hellsing heir stared at the vampire, not trusting his ears or eyes. She was an Alexandrovich, she was his enemy. Why was she offering her serviced to him and why was she here? Was it really a trap or was she a spy? He shook his head. This whole kidnapping business had made him paranoid too much already and he didn't like paranoia at all.
He put his hadn on his forehead and his brows furrowed, his blue eyes stared at her curiously and his mouth was slightly opened from the shock. What was he to think of this, what was he to believe? Before he could even utter a sound, Anderson leaped from the staircase where he and the two vampires stood and ran with his bayonet raised to the vampire girl. He let out a yell and raised the sword above his head, about to strike the vampire when a bullet zoomed right through his head and out the other side and into the door. Nicholas let out a startled yell and whirled around to stare at his Father who was presently stowing away his black gun.
"Why on Earth did you shoot, Father?! We need him!"
"We need her as well." Alucard drawled with a bored tone as he glanced at the vampire who was staring curiously at the body laying right at her feet on the floor. "I merely stopped him before he cut off her head. I actually saved her pathetic vampire ass." Both Seras and Walter sighed deeply again and shook their heads.
Nick gave an exasperated noise and Alucard rolled his eyes. "Don't worry about the priest, runt. He'll get his sorry holy ass up in a few moments."
As foretold, Anderson got up without even swaying on his feet and groaned while he clutched his head where the gaping bullet hole was now healing. He turned arond and pointed his bayonet at Alucard angrily. "Why the Hell did you shoot me, Hellsing lap dog!"
"Becuse you're an idiot I don't like." He replied simply. Anderson's face grew a charming red as he gnashed his teeth and growled and snorted at the vampire he so despised. Thier whole immature quarrel had been going on since the priest had arrived and it was quite annoying to the others. Nick in particular was beginning to lose his nerves with them. He couldn't really yell at his Father but now he realy had no choice, this had gone on far enough already.
"Enough both of you!" He shouted loudly and the whole hall rang with his voice. Both men actually stopped and turned to the blonde teen. Anderson quietly put his blades away and Alucard with all his grumbling and muttering and Seras's glaring, put his guns away as well. The hall fell silent and not one person moved. Nicholas ran his fingers through his thick blonde hair and sighed. How troublesome can this night get? Returning back to the strange vampire girl, he noted that she had her head cocked to the side, staring at them strangely and with one eyebrow raised in a questioning sort of way.
"If you will please follow my butler into the library, there are some things I would like to discuss with you." He said politely, showing to Walter. She nodded slowly, still in a sort of daze. She turned to follow the butler before Ayana felt a hand on her sholder, firm and strong, holding her back. She looked over her shouder to see the teen stare at her coldly.
"And please do not attack him, it is not wise to test my hospitality right now." Nick warned quietly. It was this sort of calmness and quietness that sort of frightened her. How could a boy such as him have such a terrifying effect on her like that. Ayanna felt like shaking as she felt a chill run down her spine. she only wished she had made the right choice for coming here. The old retainer, still cautious of the vampire girl's every move began to make his way to the library and Ayanna obidiently followed.
Spending the night in a cage on a cold dusty floor was not something Integra wanted to endure. Priscilla was still in pain from the rough handling she had recieved from Andrey and was therefore unfit to talk or move and lay there sleeping and groaning. She felt really sorry for the young girl, no one her age should have to live through this kind of torment. Andrey had visited her every night and every night whenever he came near, there would be sudden jolts of fire crawling all over Integra's skin, there would be delightful tingles running along her spine when she would hear his deep voice and her breath would catch in her throat when he dared touch her hand for the good night kiss.
Integra didn't want to endure this kind of torment either for she did not know what it all meant. She wished with all her might that the fools at Hellsing would hurry up and rescue her from this horrid place, she had no desire to live like this any longer, even though she had only been here for three days since her kidnapping. Integra moved to the front of the cage to reach for the water laid out for both the prisoners. Her dress rustled. Indeed, Integra was forced to wear the clothing her kidnappers had offered while they went to wash her suit when it became too dirty and smelly for her to wear. Now she was wearing one of the more humbler dresses that Dmitri's mate Valentina owned.
The dress was plain but comfortable and no doubt ezpensive since it was pure cotton with silk woven in between. The fabric was a dusky blue, a color like just after the sunrise when the sky is the lightest blue it could ever be. The straps fell off Integra's small shoulders and the deep V-shaped neckline was too revealing for her tastes. The dress was simple and not too fancy in design, it was light and fluttery and flattered her body figure well.
Naturally she was not at all pleased, neither women were. Valentina was rather furious that a human would need her dress at all and Integra absolutely despised dresses as everyone well knew. Of course when Andrey had come down on one of his visits with the dress, she had downright refused, but Andrey had smiled with such satisfaction when he heard her refusal.
"If you so wish not to wear this." He said calmly, toying with one of the gown's buttons as he spoke. "Then by all means you can stay naked. I do not mind at all."
It was a deal-breaker for her. She had snatched the gown hastily from Andrey's fingers and sent him away with her colorful language as she put it on. All the Russian prince did was laugh as he left and Integra grumbled and cursed more then ever. "Blasted Russians and vampires and dresses and whatnot." She muttered angrily. " Hope they burn in bloody Hell."
"Talking to ourself already, dear Integra?" She heard an all too familiar voice jest and did not need to growl to show him how displeased she was. Andrey sauntered over to her cage with his regular blanket so he could sit on it and a red rose in his hand, as well as a book. He had not yet seen her in the dress he brought her and now stood astounded, staring at her. The dress did wonders to her, made her more sleek, more appealing then when she wore her suits. Her long hair made a beautiful contrast with the dress that all models of the present world would die in envy for. And the pose she was in made his heart come alive in a series of non-stop beating. She lay there on the floor on her side with her head pillowed by her arm. Her hair, thick and shining as ever due to Andrey's careful care, spilled around her like cream-colored silk.
"Why do you keep coming down here?" She asked him, glowering at the tall vampire with all her might, though she could feel her heart flutter and every hair on her body stand on end when he replied.
"Because I like being in your company, Integra." He replied rather truthfully. Andrey knew there was no point in dropping hints or teasing this woman. He would always tell her what he thought, that was something he knew she appericiated no matter how much she loathed him.
"You still refuse to call me as Sir Integra, how stupid of you, vampire."
"I still do not understand why I should call such a gorgeous woman sir." He smiled teasingly at the blonde and knew that would ruffle her feathers more and more each time he said it, for it was how they talked. The first to nights she absolutely refused to look at him, but he knew very well that she would want someone to talk too, someone who did not like idle chatter or beating around the bush.
Not to mention that she would perhaps, do her duty and find out what they would do with her. This he kept secret from her for in truth, they had no other use for her then to lure the other Hellsing brat, Nicholas here. Afterwardds he actually feared his father would order her to be killed and this was something he did not want.
"You are very lucky I even talk to you so I demand that you show me the respect I deserve or once I get out of here I shall cut off your head myself." She hissed and wondered if her voice had sounded as strong like it did before because she could feel it sound softer and lighter whenever she spoke to him. She did not want to feel attarcted to this nightwalker and she tried everything she could to keep him out of her mind but it was in vain. She had dreams of him nd thought of him constantly in the form of impure thoughts that left her confused, angry, and shamefully wanting. She sat up and clutched the bars, watching him as he gracefully sat down on the blanket he had prepared for himself.
"I show you respect when I feel the need for it, my dear. Though do continue to order me around, I love women who know how to command their men."
"Keep your disgusting wants and horrid thoughts in your head and mind. Do not voice them in front of me, you disgusting creature!"
"Oh moya dorogaya." He chuckled, sitting down with one hand draped over his knee while he propped himself on his elbow too look at her directly. "Must you call me such terrible names? If it weren't for me, you would've been dead by now, no matter how much you would've fought. Our men are highly trained soldiers from the Red army that had long ago disbanded and they are atleast two centuries old."
"And why is it then that I am alive, well fed and cared for if there is no purpose for my futher existence?" She replied stubbornly sticking up her chin. Andrey smelt the rose he held in his hand, his nose buried in its red petals. eyes closed he answered. "Simple, because my father does not care for ordering men about when I am so ripe in age to take over once he retires, or is killed. He leaves all business concerning everything to me, his heir for the rule of Russia."
"You still haven't answered my question, you old heap of bones."
"Oh, dear, lovely Integra I thought of you as highly intelligent. Do you not know why you are being held here?"
"You are luring Nicholas here so that your father can kill him, I know this much. And do not call me stupid, I will not tolerate insults from the likes of you."
"Nor shall I from you, no matter how much I enjoy it." He said with a seductive smile as he innocently unbuttoned the collar of his shirt, revealing the paleness of his smooth skin and the collarbone stood out so nicely. Integra glued her eys to his collarbone and stared. It looked so beautiful and perfect. She always had liked the necks and collarbones of men, though she did not understand why. All th men she ever hired, she ahd made sure to have a sneak peek at their necks and collarbones. Before she had excused it as making sure none of her men were bitten previously by a vampire but that excuse did not apply to Andrey, he was a vampire already.
"Who made you?" It was a sudden question and unprepared for. Integra did not know if she really wanted him to tell or if he even would tell. But Andrey just smiled and for the first time ever since she had grown accustomed to his sinester smiles, to note that this one was genuine and slightly sentimental.
"I am not the son of bloodline to my father, though I am of nobility. The only true child of his is Dementia and he turned her himself when his human wife had died of the plague. He had lived in England during the Middle ages and well before the reign of the Russian tsars. He is a vampire of a thousand years and extremely powerful."
"Why does he take you as a son if you are not his rightful heir?"
"Same reason your vampires took Nicholas in as their own. I was born a vampire and in my time, I was abandonned constantly. My mother and father were hunted down and burned, revealing their true nature and I was only an infant when an old peasant woman took me in. No one made me, I am a pureblood through and through. Once I was 23, the age you see me as now, I met Dmitri in France."
Integra was torn between feeling intruiged and disgusted that she felt intruiged by this story. Not to mention she could not draw up a reason for him to even tell her his story though she had asked. He lay on his blanket, knee bent up and the other laying flat down, he was leaning on his arm while he continued to gingerly sniff the red rose. Her heart jumped to her throat and thumped wildy, her breathing sped up and she felt something in her chest grow very tight.
Goosebumps ran all over her skin when she saw him lick his lips, her eyes followed his evil tongue as if it was slow-motion. The way it darted out between his half parted lips, how it delicately licked the upper lip then descended on the bottom, wetting them and making them shine in the dim light before retreateing back into his mouth. Integra swallowed dryly. How could this fiend have such an effect on her? Even Alucard, which she of course denied to herself, who was more attractive then Andrey had never made her feel like this. Ever.
Her eyes still on his lips, she watched them stretch into a smug smirk and the sight of it made her boil with anger. But Integra's anger didn't even last long like it should have. Put the rose beside him Andrey leaned closer to the bars of Integra's cage and chuckled softly.
"As young as I was, I did not know of my capabilities." He murmured with a sigh and before she could blink, Andrey dispersed into wispy black smoke which went through the bars and circled her. Out of the smoke materialized Andrey's face close to her ear and his hand that stroked her chin.
"Do you know what vampires are capable of, moya dorogaya?" Andrey whispered seductively in her ear, watching the tiny shivers tingle up an down her spine for she sat up more straight and more stiff than before. Another dry gulp before she even managed to answer in her hard voice. "I know many things."
"Indeed." He agreed, chuckling and he switched to her other ear while his same hand continued to lovingly stroke her shin. She had tried smacking it away but it merely turned to smoke when she touched it and became solid again to resume his petting. "You have a vampire or two in your own organizastion but do you know what they are both capable of? Truly?"
"Get away from me before I hurt you, demon." Integra hissed icily and recieved another chuckle from her tormentor. "I shall take that as a no."
"You shall take that as an order and leave. I will tolerate this no longer!"
"We can smell human emotions, Integra. We can smell your hate and your fear. " Andrey said, smiling wryly as the icy woman shook with anger. He nipped at the curve of her ear and disappeared to the other side of her head before her fist made contact with his face. "I even smell that musky scent of your want, Integra. You cannot tell me you don't like this." Deep but soft laughter rang in her ears and before Integra could even splutter and deny his acusation, Andrey's lips were already crushing themselves upon hers.
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Special thanks to Oddity for making me laugh while reading the reviews and thanks to Luna for helping me out with the russian and Nikkie's hubby for giving me great info on police stuff, helped a lot! And a gazillion (I dont care if it does/doesn't exist) thank yous and huggs and kisses (friendly, cheek ones, dont get any ideas...) to ALL of my reviewrs who even bothered to read this twisted story of mine. Once I finish this I may/may not do a sequel, right now I'm voting 'no' cuz I don't really know which nation to use as enemies for the next story and why o_O
Anyway I think I will start rewriting True Feelings after this so anyone who hasnt read it either read it now for the before and after comparison or hang tight and take numerous chill pills and wait till I finish rewriting it and THEN read it. My OCS (myself, Zana and Lilly) are staying, including Antonio, Jahzarra and Razz. Catt is going bye bye. I realize now that it was not only extremely stupid of me to even NAME her in the fic but also even HAVE her in the fic. Still hate her but will not do something like that again.
To anyone that might've been offended or repulsed by this stupid, childish behaviour while reading the story I sincerly apologise. Also I believe I am COMPLETELY rewritting the chapter 'Back To Highschool I go' of True Feelings cuz it so totally doesn't make sense!
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