A/N: Almost there, dont worry.
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.
The feel of his cold mouth upon her own did not register in her mind at all. For that moment Integra just sat there, wide-eyed, shocked, confused. She felt how his mouth sweetly sucked on her bottom lip and how it made her skin crawl with pleasure. His hand slipped just under the nape of her neck and pulled her closer, crushing her body into his. Andrey's long fingers were already buried in her hair and heard a very quiet purr from the icy Hellsing blonde.
Grinning triumphantly, he gently broke the kiss and resumed stroking the dazed blonde's chin. "We also have other abilities, lovely. I can do many things." He murmured huskily into her ear while Integra struggled to set her senses straight. The rational part of her brain hadn't quite caught up and she was in a sort of post-first-kiss daze. Andrey quite enjoyed seeing her so puzzled and wanting. Placing his lips softly against her ear he sighed into it, watching the goosebumps instantly rise from her skin. "How long has it been since you've felt like a woman?"
Integra inhaled deeply, sucking in the air, pondering. How long has it been? Never. She had never been touched this way, she had never felt like a woman. Is that what she was feeling now then? Is this what a woman feels like? Her heart was rattling, her pulse racing, her head pounding. She felt so dizzy.
Integra had never ha hersenses assaulted like this and felt rather powerless at the moment. Andrey blew lightly into her ear again, feeling her shiver against him and it made his member grow hard. "Da. I hoch tebya." He whispered feverently in Russian, his voice hoarse now from the need. He cupped her face with both his hands as if holding the most fragile piece of glass in the entire universe.
Unable to sustain the sweet touch any longer, Andrey softly leaned into Integra, pushing her down onto the floor. He lightly kissed her lips and trailed kisses away from her mouth down to her neck. Licking a spot where her pulse beat wildly, Andrey scraped his fangs lightly, and opened his mouth to bite down.
As soon as she felt the sharp point of his fangs on her neck, something in Integra snapped. She had finally woken up from her state and seeing Andrey on her, rubbing against her like some horny dog sent her into such a rage she had never been in before.
Roaring madly, she pushed Andrey off her with such force it surprised them both. He was hurtled back into the bars, making a loud, ringing clang. So enraged was she that this little push was not enough for her. Jumping onto the slightly stunned vampire she started punching hi face repeatedly, snarling and growling so animalistically it frightened her and enthralled him.
"Bloody dead heap of bones and ash! Bastard! Asshole! Son of a bitch! Disgusting! Never ever! How dare you!" She screeched with each rage-filled punch. She let out her entire anger onto him and beat him until her arms grew tired. Andrey's face was bloody red and swollen. His fine, straight nose was broken at least five times and was now healing slowly and the outraged Hellsing blonde had knocked out a fang, for there was only one when he smiled a bloody smile wih his split lips.
"My my," He chuckled. He spat out blood on the floor as he got up. "I may have overdid it slightly at the end." He flashed her another wide grin, showing her he was not the least bit sorry. But to be on the safe side, he exited the cage and went back to his blanket. Integra glared cold and hard at him the entire time.
"Overdid it?! Get out! How dare you even touch me, you filth!"
" I take it you are not willing to forgive my actions?" Andrey pulled an innocent face and averted his eyes to the floor, though he glanced at her for a second from uner his lashes and shattered his whole innocent image. He put his face so close to her hands in the bars, his nose just touched her skin. In the end he couldn't hold his laughter in, he started laughing, deep and dark laughter it was and only added fuel to Integra's outrage.
"You dare mock me, you slimy worm?!" Her hair was as wild as her eyes as Integra raised her hand to slap the brazen vampire when she heard an unfamiliar voice shout at them, as teasing as Andrey was. By the look of the younger vampire's face, Integra decided that this was Dmitri, the man who had caused all this ridicilous commotion. Begrudgingly she also noted how Andrey resembled his father.
Tall and striding to them with elegent grace for an unworthy undead vampire, hair the colour of jet and curls by the dozen framing his chiseled and handsome face. His choice of clothing however was a bit outdated a century or so. A dark blue tailcoat showed off his height and a cream coloured waist coat defined his develish, lithe figure. Black breeches made his legs go on forever and the white dress shirt drew great attention to his magnificent face. A cane with a snarling lion's head for the top handle was in his pale hand, at his side.
"Hey now what's this noise about eh?"
Dmitri asked witha teasing grin that was so wide as if it was the happiest day of his life. Andrey quickly got up and straightened himself as his father came near the cage and only then burst into laughter at the sight of Andrey's disheveled state, bruised face, broken nose and swollen lips.
"She do this to you?" He asked between laughs and Andrey looked quite miffed rather then proud as he had been earlier. Even without his son answering, Dmitri only laughed harder at his embarressment. "Andrey, you know better then to bother pretty lady."
"This pretty lady will personally gut you with her bare hands for this kind of insolence and stupidity! I won't have this!" Integra growled from her cage, glaring up at the two vampire men. Dmitri's laughing ceased and his eyes held a menacing sparkle that truly showed how dangerous and powerful he was. He bent over to be at eye-level with Integra, his nose almost touching hers. Both leaders glared at each other with equal hate.
"You may be in hotel but do not think you will get good service, dear lady. You English are always so stuck up, it annoys me."
"Tatya.." Andrey began, cautiously taking a step towards his father and raised his hand as if to protest. But Dmitri, now holding a staring contest with the icy blue eyes of Integra, merely rasied his own hand and did not even cast a glance at his son over his shoulder.
"Silence, Andrey." He said, his voice now commanding and dark and as evil as his eyes. Andrey fell back and let his hand fall back to his side, looking a bit worried.
"Listen to me, lovely Hellsing. Once my half-breed son comes, you die. Understand?"
To show how well she understood, Integra inhaled deeply and spat a fisgusting glob of spit into the Russian's face. "Scum." She growled. Dmitri began to slowly wipe away the horrible goo on his face, enraged and insulted.
"Have it your way, Hellsing." He replied with a sneer and swiftly left the basement. Andrey still stood in his place, looking at his father's marching back and then at Integra who had fixed such a cold eye on him it made him think of blizzards and hailing snowstorms. He followed his father and left the Hellsing alone.
Integra was beyond her hysterics. She yelled and screamed and roared with all her might, rattling the bars of her cage. She thrashed and bashed and shook and attacked the cage door feverently even though she knew it was no use. Three days, three days and they have not come to get her out of her! Idiots! Fools! What was she to do in this horrid stinkhole?
The colossal room was silent, she no longer heard thier footsteps and a part of her was glad.
"Sir....Integra?" A groggy, agonized voice questioned and Integra, despite herself, had rushed to the side of the cage too check on her employee. "Miss O'Malley are you alright?"
"My side hurts a lot, but I'm.... I'm fine." Priscilla smiled weakly, her usually vibrant green eyes were now a muddy grey. She looked so weak, so fragile and breakable. Integra sighed heavily and let her head rest against the cold iron bar. "Good."
Nicholas quietly observed the new female vampire in his library sitting in an armchair in a dark and shadowy corner, away from the lamplight. He could easily read her every thought through her face. He even knew that she felt doubtful if they would let her live at all after all this. In all honesty he was considering not to, but something told him that killing was not in his nature, not now at least. She shifted in her seat and the leather she wore creaked and crinkled like candy wrapper. Nicholas cocked his head to the side, continuing to observe her, quite enjoying the fact that she felt nervous and self-concious from his staring. These feelings came to him like waves rolling off her body. He guessed it was one of thse new powers of his.
Long blonde mass of thick curls was gathered on the side of her head in one ponytail and draping over her shoulder. She had large, cat-like eyes and pouty, heart-shaped lips forever in a constant grimace or frown. He doubted that she ever truly smiled once in all her years as a vampire. Her clothing made him somwhat more squemish. It was hard to concentrate fully on serious matters when she was dressed as a dominatrix, all black leather and buckles and long legs neverending. She was the embodiment of every man's fetish come to life.
Vampire or not, this girl was beautiful with her seducing eyes and tiny evil smirk. The leather body suit had such a low neckline it was just beyond distracting. Nick could perfectly see the round shape of her breasts, just poking out from the leather. Of course as every man's eye is always focused on a woman's chest, Nick was no different, he couldn't help it really. They were small, not big like Pamela Anderson's or Dolly Parton's but not so small you could barely notice them. They were there, lusious, round, enticing.
"Quit staring at my chest you perv!" He suddenly heard the vampire girl's voice cry in his head. Slightly jumping, Nick cleared his throat and attempted to save face by asking questions. Again.
"So you are propsing waiting out the rest of the week before saving my aunt?" Nick repeated uncertainly with his hand on his chin and his eybrows furrowed and wrinkling his forehead. Did he dare to think it was a good idea? It is from his enemy's daughter so how much trust could he put in her and this new plan?
"Yeah."
"I shall have to really sleep on it. I still need to determine how trustworthy you are." Nick announced, fixing her with a serious gaze. Ayanna looked at him, completely indifferent.
"Why are you here, giving me suggestions for my storming the hotel?"
"I have my reasons." She replied cooly and Walter narrowed his eyes. He was standing nearest to the vampiress, cautious of every blink she made, every move. After what had happened with the attack and both Priscilla's and Integra's kidnapping, he wasn't so quick to trust any vampire.
"You will answer the question, Miss Alexandrovich."
"Alright, listen gramps. You will call me Ayanna and second--!"
"Second," Nick cut her off with his firm voice. "You will not call Walter Gramps or anything of the sort. You are trying my hospitality."
"As you ar trying my patience and good will." Ayanna retorted with her teeth slightly bared. Walter tensed but Nick shook his head. "Fair enough." He said in an agreeing tone, wanting to calm her down. He did not know what she was capable of and how powerful she was but he didn't want any chances. Ayanna pursed her lips and crossed her arms on her chest. She looked downright ready to defy his next orders.
"I came here because I'm sick of 'em! All they did was order me around, treat me like some disgusting creature." Ayanna sneered. That last attack from Andrey had made her realize that all her father and siblings have been doing was using her, they were disgusted by her, disrespectful. Ayasha this, Andrey that, Dementia, Dementia, Dementia! Always those three! Never had she once heard her father say 'Ayanna, well done' or 'Very good Ayanna'. No, never any word of praise came her way.
Ayann gripped the leather arm rests of the chair and heard the slight groaning of the old leather as her long nails dug in. "Is that a good enough reason, human?" She growled angrily. Nicholas was quiet for a moment and then he shrugged. "Personal revenge for not being Daddy's girl. Seems legitimate."
"Don't mock, human. My reasons go deeper then that."
"Yes yes." Nick waved his hand and shook his head. "I'm sure it does." He walked over to where Ayanna sat and placed his hands on the clenched knuckles of her own hands, leaned forwards till their noses barely touched. Ayanna snarled at his nrass courage but Nick only smiled a breath-taking smile. "Whatever your reasons are, I do not care. I only want to be sure of your alligance to Hellsing will stay true when we complete phase one of my plan."
His hands, which were over her cold ones, suddenly gripped her fringers and almost crushed them. Ayanna tried moving but found she was rendered immobile. She glanced at him again, wondering if he would actually kill her now after hearing her betray her father. True fear settled in the depths of her dark eyes. But Nicholas only flashed her a reassuring smile and leaned in further till his lips were just on the rim of her ear. "I'm just taking a few precautions. No need to be afraid, darling."
And suddenly, something burning hot rushed through her entire body. Ayanna screamed as she felt excrutiating pain fill every corner of her body. Everything ached and she felt as if all her energy and power was being sucked out of her. Even tears filled her eyes and rolled down her pale cheeks as Ayanna screamed and roared and let out horrible, agonizing sounds that were not human. Her very soul was being ripped apart, her entire being was going to ruin.
She looked at Nick, tears flowing, face bloody. Her eyes were pleading. She didn't know what was happening. She pushed her head back against the chair and whipped it left to right, squeezing her eyes shut. Nicholas's grip never ceased. He held her tightly while she threw he head and body about, bucking andshivering and shaking and thrashing and screaming from the very tips of her toes.
Ayanna glanced down and saw something being carved into the back of her hands. She watched as a bloody circle was shakily drawn by an invisiable needle and symbols and words filled it. It hurt even more, so much then she had ever encountered or witnessed. All her srength had left her, her voice had gone, now she only thrashed around violently, trying with all her might to escape whatever was hurting her.
Finally, the pain began to cease and the burning fire that invaded her veins was dying out. Her vision was red and blurry from the tears seeping from her eyes. Nick gulped. The vampiress actually looked rather pathetic and weak now. Her hair was a mess, there were bloody streaks on her face and neck and her eyes were bloodshot and so vunerable. He let go of her hands and she immeditaly drew them away as quickly as she could from him.
Then she examined the back of her hands, shaking like a leaf in the wind. There were the circles and the runes carved into her skin and it wasn't healing. She tried standing up but found her legs would not move, would not listen. Unsure of what all this meant, she glanced at Nick then at Walter, wide-eyed and scared for the first time of her life.
"What did you do to me?" She asked, her voice rasping and grated against her sore throat. "What did you do to me?"
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So yeah this are the Finale chapters. Hope you enjoyed my story, keeping reading on. There is more to come, this isn't the last chapter and the last one won't come too soon :) after I finish this story I am taking a break and rewriting True Feelings. I need to focus on other things right now. No worries though I will still be active on FF, I'm just taking a break from the writing.
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