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.
Nicholas pushed aside all feeling of sympathy for her, no matter how much it actually pained his heart to see her look so scared. She was shaking and shivering and gasping. "What did you do to me?" She kept repeating, shock written all over her pretty face. Nick just side and ran his fingers through his sun-blond hair. What else was he supposed to have done? He didn't trust her at all, it was the only way to secure her allegiance, make her remain faithful.
"I have made you a part of Hellsing now, Ayanna." Nick began uncertainly, watching intensely for her reactions. She continued to stare at him like a little lost child. "Part of...?"
"You are now under my command."
"Command?" She repeated again until the meaning of his words settled in. She shrieked. "You made me a slave?!"
"Servant is the preferred term." Alucard answered before Nick could. The ancient vampire glided out of one of the walls, looking mighty displeased. Ayanna stared at him, her eyes nearly popping out of her head. "Or pet. Though in meaning, they both are the same thing." Alucard added with a quiet chuckle. "Nicely done Nicholas. You caught yourself a 4oo year old vampiress."
"Father, don't confuse her."
"S-servant? I come here to offer you my help and you make me your servant?!" Ayanna yelled, outraged by the outcome of all this. Jumping from her seat, Ayanna charged at Nick and tackled him to the carpeted floor. One hand gripped his neck tight and the other pulled at his blond hair.
She hissed. "You will pay for this treachery!" Ayanna lowered her head to bit into his neck. Nick was calm and indifferent. Walter had moved to save him but Nick just held up his hand to stop the butler, then he spoke softly to Ayanna. "You will do no such thing to me, Ayanna. Get off me."
Ayanna only laughed and lowered her head still to bite him, but found her head would not move. Suddenly the vampire girl felt herself getting off Nicholas then fall to the floor on one knee with her head bowed. "Yes, Master." She sighed. The words came out of her mouth so naturally. She tried to stop herself from saying it but nothing worked.
"Welcome to Hellsing, Ayanna." Alucard laughed coldly and disappeared.
The cold-hearted, fearless, heartless killer Ayanna had been captured and this realization was too hard or her pride to bear. Still in her kneeling bow, a tear or two dropped with a splat on the floor. She was of royal lineage, she was a member of the proud ruling family of Russia. She was most feared along with her siblings. Now she was nothing but a mere servant, taking orders from a half breed bastard son of her Father's.
"Walter, take her to my old room down below."
"Yes, sir."
"Ayanna go with Walter, he will take you to your new room."
She glared at Nick but still got up from her kneeling position and silently followed the old butler out of the library. As she passed her new 'Master', she looked him dead in the eye and hissed at him, like a angry cat. "You will regret making me this way, half-breed." She whispered, hate filled her voice. Nick just sighed deeply. "Perhaps you will forgive me when that day arrives."
Ayanna gnashed her teeth and left the room. She followed Walter down to the lower levels of the mansion, where the walls were of stone and the air damp and cold. She scoffed at the surroundings. "A bit cliche, don't you think Gramps?"
"I thought Master Nicholas told you to refrain from calling me such disrespectful names."
"Well he isn't here now is he Gramps?" Ayanna retorted bitingly, literly bristling at the mention of Nick's name. "I will kill that bastard soon enough, Master or not." She added to herself in her native tongue, to which Walter turned around in a flash, his fingers wrapped tightly around her throat. Ayanna's eyes widened slightly from the surprise and gurgled, clawing at the butler's hands. For an old man he certainly had unnatural strength.
"Do not take me a stupid fool, Miss Alexandrovich. I know many languages and I am very well practiced in yours." He said in a low voice and released her. "You will not harm Nicholas while there are people left breathing in this house. There are also two undead you should worry about if you do not heed my warning." Walter added with a chuckle. Just then they stopped in front of a large wooden door which Walter pulled open. The hinges creaked and groan and the door swung heavily towards them.
Ayanna stepped inside the room first and glared at her new sleeping quarters with hate. The room was bare, cold and uninviting. The walls and floor were of stone and there was a large bed pushed in one far corner of the room with the coffin lid serving as its canopy. A small wooden nightstand was beside the bed and a little grey remote lay on top of it with two small black buttons. Ayanna, now slightly curious, sat on the bed, took the remote and pressed one of the buttons. Before she knew it, the coffin lid came down from above and trapped her inside the bed.
A long string of terrible curses was heard, muffled from the closed coffin and not bothering to open it again, Ayanna merely phased outside of it, glaring at it with a vengeance. "What kind of contraption is that thing?!"
"That," Walter began to say while holding back his chuckles, "is your coffin bed. The remote opens and closes the lid for you."
"Bah!" Ayanna grumbled and moved away from the bed. "It's such an ugly room." She muttered unhappily, looking with great disdain at the simple wooden table with a matching chair. The only decorations she saw in the room was the lit candle on its golden candle-holder and a yellow and green woven place mat on which it stood. She saw another door and went to inspect what lay beyond it. A small bathroom with a tub and shower, a sink and a toilet. "How quaint." She continued to grumble.
"Life at Hellsing is not meant to be overly luxurious. We have a purpose to serve and so do you now."
"Spare me the wise bullshit Gramps. I serve no one's purpose. Mark my words, I will break free from this bond and when I do." She was suddenly behind him and her lips were pressed lightly against Walter's ear. "You better run." She whispered.
An unnatural evil chill ran down Walter's spine and he cleared his throat to cover up his little shiver. He did not doubt that she would hold true to her word. He noticed it too, spending all those years fighting alongside Alucard, one would develop a kind of sensor to the supernatural. He had felt her power, her age. Walter knew she was not to be taken lightly.
The butler suddenly spun round on his heel so that his back was facing her. He sighed heavily and shook his head. "I will get your uniform shortly. Also I will come down every night with your dinner. There is to be no hunting humans from now on." Not waiting for her to reply, he left the room.
After Walter had closed the door, Ayanna let out an outraged yell and ran to the door and beat it with her fists. Shrieking and yelling and screeching and shouting Ayanna let out all her fury and cursed the Hellsing name out loud. The door was now bruised, cracked and splintered in some places and it gave no satisfaction to Ayanna.
She wanted to circle her hands around that stupid half-breed's throat and watch his eyes bulge as she slowly choked the life out of him, to hear him gasping for breath and struggle uselessly against her steel-like grip, to watch the brightness of his damned blue eyes grow steadily dim until they were all glassy and lifeless.
She wanted to relish in the sound of hearing his heart beat wildly then begin to slow down until it could beat no more and died inside him. She wished to see his face grow red from the rush of blood from her squeezing, then blue and purple and then that lovely pale white, the colour only the dead wore. Oh, how she wanted all these things to happen! She wanted them so badly it made her even more frustrated to know that she could not kill the bastard, since she is now his personal slave.
Soon after she was fed up on her beating the door, she was breathing heavily and rested her forehead against the dented door. Closing her eyes, Ayanna tried once more to think of a reason why she had come here only to end up as a lapdog.
"How the mighty have fallen." She heard a deep voice cackle inside her room. Ayanna scoffed but did not turn 'round to greet the Lord of all Vampires, for she knew it was him when she saw him standing there in the library. Why his Lordship was serving humans and killing his own kin was beyond her understanding. Normally she did not care for good behaviour and manners, but she was now in the presence of the No-Life King, she had to show her respects no matter how much she despised it.
Alucard's torso hung upside down from the ceiling, arms across his chest and his cocky smirk in place as the Nosferatu observed his new victim. "Now isn't that sad, princess?"
"Don't you find it ironic, my Lord? Two vampires of powerful bloodlines are doing a human's bidding." Ayanna said, ignoring his question. She turned and leaned back against the door, hands crossed behind her back. She glared at the upside down vampire before her. "Now isn't that sad, my King?"
"Ooh." He purred, suddenly appearing in front of her, both his hands placed on either sides of her head on the door. "This one bites back. How entertaining you shall be."
"Is the Great Nosferatu King so bored he needs to bother his own kind for personal amusement?" She retorted, smirking as Alucard moved in closer and peered at her. He gave her a psychotic grin and chuckled.
"And why shouldn't I?"
"Such actions are reserved for peasants. Surely you didn't fall so low?" Ayanna said with a haughty laugh, challenging him with her eyes to reply to her jibing.
"Touche. But it will not stop me." He said in a low voice, cocking his head to the side. Not since the meeting with Ivan had someone acknowledged him as their King. It was a feeling he dearly missed, the feeling of being worshipped, respected and feared for his power and strength, to be known as their leader, their God among the undead. Not to mention that this Ayanna character did have the sweet, old blood of nobility, untainted and still so very pure as it had been in those old days, when nobility meant power and greatness.
"It is a terrible thing for you and I to waste away as lapdogs for humans when we should be ruling our our kind."
Alucard's grin grew and grabbed her chin roughly. He patiently tilted her head to the side and exposed her beautiful long neck. The temptation was too hard to resist, he wanted to taste her blood so badly. But, Alucard knew better.
"Who says I am thier lapdog?" He growled fiercely and pressed her head harshly against the wooden door. "I have my reasons for serving a human Master and it is not your place to say such things, princess."
"Perhaps. But is it not true? You cannot tell me you haven't been able to destroy the bond which holds you to this revolting, vile place?"
"How poetic."
"Indeed the rumours are true then. Our Lord, the No-Life King, has been tamed."
As soon as the words left her mouth, Alucard began to laugh evilly. As he laughed, he leaned in closer and both his hands went for her throat and began squeezing slowly like a boa constrictor squeezed its prey. His eyes were wide, the pupils small and dilated, his grin showed all his sharp monstrous teeth and his hair flew about like snakes as if it had a mind of its own.
"Is that what you think?" Alucard whispered coldly in her ear. "Are you trying to make me kill you, dear princess? Is death what you want?"
Ayanna tried not to show her fear but Alucard could smell it in the air, thick and radiating off her like waves. She stayed silent and did not answer him. Alucard glared deeply at the vampiress until finally he let go, looking somewhat disappointed.
"You are not worthy to die by my hand, princess." He said simply with a wave of his hand. "I just came to welcome you as the new dog of Hellsing."
"He will kill her, you know."
"He'll kill that little maid and that blond woman, even that stupid half-breed. He'll kill them all."
"You underestimate him, princess. Nicholas is not of my bloodline but he is, unfortunately, my son." Alucard said dryly. It was still hard to acknowledge the brat as his offspring. But even if he did not like the little devil-child he could not really close his eyes and not admit that Nicholas had become stronger with each passing year. Seeing him in the library speak to this lowly creature and talk about his plan and how fearless he had seemed, it made Alucard feel 'proud' again. It was an difficult feeling to have, pride for someone else other then himself but Alucard couldn't stop it
He got up, graceful and lethal as he was, Alucardc strided over to Ayanna again. "And no one will be left alive if any harm has come to my Master." He added with a low growl and disappeared swiftly. Ayanna stood there against the door with her knees shaking like the leaves in a tree during an awful storm.
Finally they gave way and Ayanna collapsed to the floor, shivering and so afraid to even move. She should've felt grateful that Alucard had left and she was still unscathed. The power she had felt coming from him was bloodthirsty, mad, even murderous. Ayanna had heard stories of him, terrifying stories of how he punished his enemies and how he slaughtered millions in countless battles. she had heard that he was the No-Life King, the most powerful vampire since the beginning of all vampires.
"Father doesn't stand a chance..."
Integra had thought long and hard about what she was about to do. It was crazy and stupid but she had no other choice.
Andrey had come down for one of his regular visits. All the damage she had managed to inflict on his beautiful face was now healed. When he had smiled cockily at her, she notice with much disdain that his other fang had grown back. But she was comforted with the fact that it must've been immensely painful. He brought her some food, roasted chicken breasts on a silver plate and a crystal goblet filled to the golden brim with wine and for Priscilla he brought a small piece of old bread and some lettuce on a wooden plate with a very small glass of water. Integra sneered once she saw this but in order for her plan to work she simply looked the other way.
"You are such a lovely vision in a dress, Integra. Shame you don't like wearing them."
"Dresses are for weak women who must use their bodies for what they want because they have nothing else to offer." She growled. "Not to mention that it is extremely sexist. Not one man would follow the lead of a woman if she was in a dress. Men will only follow men like baboons."
"I'd follow you anywhere." Andrey replied, licking his lips just at the thought. The Hellsing leader saw this and scoffed.
"My point exactly." Integra snapped waspishly at Andrey. "You're thinking with that vile thing in your pants instead of your head. I hate dresses and I refuse wearing them."
"You're wearing one now though."
Integra glared then looked down at yet another magnificent burgundy dress of velvet with a wide golden sash tied around her waist. It had long sleeves and a square shaped neckline that flattered her shoulders and collarbone nicely and of course it dipped so low to reveal her cleavage. It was heavier then the blue one and much warmer. The nights were beginning to grow colder and colder and even in the lowest level of the hotel, it was surely below zero.
"You know..." Integra started, trying hard not to give away her plans. She innocently toyed with the lace frills of her sleeve cuff and continued. "It is such a shame to sit here in the dirt in the dress and ruin it. Your mother will not be pleased."
"Indeed? Does this mean your stone heart is starting to soften, lovely Integra?"
"I've been thinking....about that...kiss."
God, how she hated herself right now, sounding downright like a wanton. But she afforded herself a glance at Andrey and saw him leaning in closer, grinning and waiting.
Integra steadied her breath and her hammering heart and leaned in closer to the bars and to his face. She purposely and discreetly squeezed her arms closer to her chest a bit so that they appeared larger and it worked. She watched Andrey's eyes travel down to the top of her breasts and instantly his eyes widened and became clouded with lust.
"I want to feel like a woman again." She said breathlessly and not a second later was Andrey on top of her, kissing her mouth with such passion it almost stopped her heart.
Andrey had been waiting for those words to escape that wonderful mouth of hers since that night. He knew she wanted him and he knew she wanted him now. The scent of her was driving him mad. All Andrey could do from stopping himself from taking her too roughly was his own will. He had entered the cage so quickly and practically thrown himself onto her before he could stop himself. Andrey kissed Integra in a hurried frenzy. He had been waiting too long to feel her lips on his again, it was such a divine feeling. His hands were buried in her hair and he kissed her neck and cheeks and face repeatedly.
Once he slowed himself down he kissed her collarbone more subtly, making sure to suck on the weak spots and hear Integra slightly moan from his actions. But as soon as he got lower and started kissing the top of her breasts, the blonde began pushing him off slightly.
"Wait." She said. "Wait."
"I hochu tebya, dear Hellsing. I cannot wait."
"Damn it wait!" Integra shouted out, squirming uncomfortably when she felt Andrey's hands inch towards her womanhood. The Russian prince did stop for a moment and looked her straight in the eyes, now skeptical. "What now?" He snapped, his hands itching to feel and remember every inch of that luscious body of hers.
"I do not want to be taken in some cage. I want to be in a room with a bed." She demanded, glaring back at the vampire and struggling to keep her hate and disgust at bay. She watched him stay silent and the silence was an eternity long for her. Every second was crucial and she was making an ultimate sacrifice for it to work.
"Fine."
Andrey hurriedly gathered Integra's body in his string arms and carried her bridal style out of the dungeon and into a dark portal. A few seconds later they had appeared in a room with a large bed. An open window was opposite of it, with ripped curtains gently fluttering in the night breeze, looking like ghostly figures. Andrey placed her onto the soft feathery mattress and began to strip off his black uniform coat. Sweat was beading on Integra's brow, she had to think fast and very fast if she wanted to make her efforts fruitful. She glanced outside through the window an relief fluttered in her stone heart. Light tinted the black sky, making it a refreshing light blue as dawn approached.
"Just a bit more..." Integra told herself and bit her lip. She had never been so anxious in her life and yet now she couldn't feel anything other then anxiety and worry, of course accompanied by rage, disgust and the repressing urge to rip out Andrey's heart and shred him to a billion pieces and....
No use in starting a rant now, is it?
Andrey finished with his clothing, now only left in his breeches and dress shirt before he went back to Integra, eyes hungry with lust. He made no attempts to hide his want for her and Integra was getting a eyeful, seeing such a large-ish bugle in his breeches. But, she kept her face stony and hoped that the dawn would not be coming in too late. Andrey crawled onto the bed and on top of the icy blond, lightly kissing her forehead before trailing the sweet kisses to her neck. Integra tried to act cool and non-responsive but it took all her inner strength just to stop arching her back from the unwanted pleasure. The light was slowly streaming in but Andrey continued to completely dazzle her with his tenderness and gentle hands, despite his sadistic and evil character.
Andrey kissed her face, her hands her neck and every other bit of skin that was showing. He had to go slow, he had finally gained something of her trust and he didn't want to ruin it. He wanted her to scream and writhe beneath him but that, he decided, would maybe for later perhaps, when she was finally his. She was perfect, absolutely perfect. Slowly, he edged the sleeves of her red gown off her shoulders, kissing and suckling the new skin as he slowly uncovered inch by inch of her virgin body. The Russian prince was not stupid, he could feel her restraining the urge to moan but he heard the tiny whimpers and how she sucked in her breath and how she arched herself into him, little by little.
Little by little she was letting him in, letting him touch places that were never seen or touched by a male hand. Little by little, Integra was giving in. Andrey was giving her a tiny taste of ecstasy and she loved it. Repressing the urge to grin triumphantly against her skin, Andrey just traveled further down and to the valley of her breasts, entrapping it in his mouth and sucked through her dress. Integra let out a strange sound, something like a squeak and drew in her breath, gasping from the new sensations.
Suddenly he lifted his head from her breasts, cursing and spitting, shouting out distasteful words and other profanities in other languages. He had forgotten about the dawn, about the morning. As old as he was, the sun could no longer kill him but he was still too young and his powers still immature enough for him to be immune to it, like his father and mother were. He reluctantly got up and hid in a shadowy corner of the room, watching the light rays of sunlight stream into the room like white golden waterfalls.
Integra was breathless, panting and wanted to kick herself for being so easily manipulated with pleasure. All this 'womanly' feeling was not suited for her, and never again will she go through such lengths just to get out of captivity!
But, despite her panting and her body screaming for more of this new found pleasure, Integra righted her wits and tried to control her breathing just as Andrey spoke from the shadowed corner. "We will continue this another time." He said with a slight hiss as the light slowly ate away his comforting shadow. Thankful her hair was long and thick enough to cover half her face, she grinned smugly.
"I do believe it's way past your bedtime, vampire." She chided with great satisfaction. "Pay no heed to my 'bedtime', sweetling. We'll have fun yet." He made a move towards her, intending to put her back in that cage down below but seeing her with her hair disheveled and sitting up on her elbows, knees closed together and with her clothes all rumpled made him want her even more, so he let her be, thinking that this would be just as good as her cage. Andrey would of course, places guards at the door and a barrier on the window so she cannot escape. He was no fool after all.
"You shall stay here instead of in your cage. After all, you are of nobility." He added mock-sweetly and she could see him give her a low bow. "If I am to stay here," She said quickly just as Andrey was opening another portal. "I should like Miss O'Malley's company."
Andrey did not react to this as she would've expected. In fact he rather made a dissatisfying face at the thought, but Integra was quick and smart, playin on his wants. Since she had never experianced anything more or less then what they just did, she tied putting on a seductive smile. "Wouldn't you rather have two women to satisfy at the same time, rather then just one by one?"
This time, Integra had struck home with this little idea. Andrey grinned and licked his lips at the mere thought of having them both. He nodded. "I'd never say you were such a minx, Sir Hellsing, but if that is your wish that I shall gladly grant it." With that, he left the room and seconds later another portal opened and Priscilla was hurled through it, making her crash into a small wooden coffee table. The dark abyss-like portal closed with a zip and Priscilla lay on the ground, moaning from her fresh injuries.
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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. Also, 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.
And take it easy for those of you who might like the chap. I can't really do Integra's 'charming' personality unless she is near Alucard. It's easy to make her shout and fuss and whatever but hey, she's a girl right? Not one girl can stay completely indifferent when there's a hot guy doing those lovely things to her and making her want to moan and pant like a dog, believe me. ;)
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I hochu tebya - I want you
Moya dorogaya - My darling (from chp. 22)