A/N: Heya peeps, I'm sick so for the next few days, I will probably update a chap or two. Also I've decided what to do with the 'sequel'. It won't be so much as a sequel but sorta like a side-story and I think that a lot of of you that loved this fic will love this next one cuz it revolves mostly on Nicholas's entire childhood and lotsa AxS moments. It's called 'Grow' (though title might change).
I noticed how I really jumped around with the years and stuff, so this time Imma do it chronologically, ahaha... anyway, it will show his attempts at matchmaking (something I totally skipped in this story, my apologies) and mostly, like, little kid moments and childish stuff. I can gove you a lil' tidbit to chew on though, just so you can't wait to read it BWAHAHAHA. In one chapter, when Nick is 15, Seras and Alucard have to have 'The Talk' with him so....yeah... That's gonna be fun to write. I've already stared on the first chaps and it'll be out soon.
Also, I have another new fic that I will be putting up along with 'Grow'. It's called 'Forgotten' and I think it will be in Drama or Tragedy or whatev, but its gonna be good. So yeah, anyway, concerning this chapter. Seras and Ayanna have a bitch fight and Dmitri notices (FINALLY) that Ayanna's gone missing. He is such a baaaad Father, lol.
Enjoy!
Nicholas was slumped in the chair that Ayanna had previously occupied. His hand was over his forehead and he looked tired and worn and very old for someone so young. He was alone in the large library, replaying the evening's events in his mind. that vampire, Ayanna had looked so helpless, so frightened.
"What did you do to me?"
As he recalled the look in her eyes, the raw fear oozing out of her body and hitting him full force as he bound her to him. He remembered the feel of her pulse accelerating, her breathing coming in short gasps, her squirming, her blood rushing, pounding against her very veins. It was the memory of her blood filled with fear that had made his mouth water, his stomach gurgle and his mouth inch towards her neck. It had smelled so good, absolutely delicious.
Wait, why was he craving blood all of a sudden?
Nicholas gripped the sides of the chair, already ripped and ruined by Ayanna's long nails. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to drive out the mere memory of her blood out of his mind. So focused was he on this that he did not hear the knock at the library door nor see the priest, Anderson, come in.
"Did you really bind that hellish creature to yourself, lad?"
Anderson's gruff voice brought him back from his thoughts and into the present. Nicholas lessened his grip on the arms of the chair, cleared his throat and blinked. he placed his hand back on his forehead and heaved a heavy sigh. He was so not in the mood for preaching priests, no matter how mad they are. Nonetheless, he nodded.
"Yes I did." Was his reply, bored and tired. Anderson frowned and leaned towards the young Hellsing. He did not like the boy, for he was just a mere child in his eyes, and to top it all off he acted strange. So very strange.
"How did you come across the binding spell?" Anderson inquired again, his voice held a certain skeptical note that irritated Nicholas. He lifted his head and arched his fine blonde brows questionably at the tall, green-eyed priest.
"Why on Earth are you interested in it? Do you want a vampire slave of your own too?" Nick retorted in a drawling voice and smirked at the irony. Anderson actually blushed a little and glared daggers at the teenager.
"Curse you lad for saying such blasphemous things!" He exclaimed and retreated back a few steps as if Nick's words stung him rather painfully.
"Yeah yeah, Protestant heathen ye shall burn in Hell and whatnot." Nicholas interrupted in a boorish voice and rolling his eyes.
"Save it for Church, I am in no mood for your preaching tonight." He snapped briskly at the blonde man, glaring at him. Anderson glared back but said nothing and watched as Nicholas slowly rose from his chair and walked to the shelves holding old tomes and books in leather bindings. Ancient books, lost books of old, covered in years of dust on the aging shelves of the Hellsing library.
Anderson silently continued to watch the back of the young Hellsing as he ran his fingers lightly over the leather spines of the old books, seemingly searching for one particular book. A moment or two later, Nicholas had hastily taken out a book from a high shelf and with a grim face, slammed the book onto the messy table in front of the priest.
"The binding spell is in this book. I came across it while reading." He stated plainly, pointing to the well-worn out book with yellowing pages and battered fringes of the spine and leather cover. Anderson stared at the object as if it was something he has never seen before. Seeing the bewilderness written across the paladin's face, Nicholas could not suppress his urge to snort. The sound made the other made jump and glare at Nick again.
"Why use that spell and not kill the soulless creature?"
"Why indeed." Nicholas muttered, caressing the book cover lovingly. "I need information, Mr. Alexander. In order to get information I must take precautions. Her brother and sister massacred the entire Hellsing squads a few days ago. I intend to find out everything about these bastards even if it means taking one of them in and making her a slave."
Anderson did not reply, he merely observed quietly as Nicholas sat down and carefully leafed through the book, tenderly touching pages with one hand whilst resting his head and chin on the palm of his other. He did look so much like a child, a mere boy. Protestant or not, Anderson felt a vague sense of pity for him.
He was so serious, such a tone of voice, such behavior was totally out of place with his large blue eyes that could light up any room, his sun-blonde hair that covered his eyes and lay in curls over his shoulders and his beaming smile that could melt and cheer up any soul and any heart. He was just too young to sound so old, so worn out, so tired, as if he was 80 and not barely 18.
"How did you know how to use this spell?"
"Like I said, I came across it while reading when I was 13. I did not think it was going to be of any use to me anytime soon. But I've been trained to be prepared," Nick replied simply, shrugging his shoulders as he gently flipped through the pages.
"I am not sure whether it was wise to enslave such an ancient undead. Father did say she was 400 years old, that is a lot of power and many years of life."
"These demons do not live." Anderson said in a low hiss. In his own mind he thought it he was absolutely right. It was why the Vatican did not approve of Hellsing's methods of purifying their Protestant country of those heathen hell demons. Hellsing considers vampires as living beings, not lifeless and corrupted souls controlled by the Devil.
"Bah. You say tomatoes, I say tomatos." Nicholas said with a bored sigh, waving his hand in a dismissive gesture at the Catholic priest. Trying to convince him to see differently takes too much effort and time which Nick did not have. In one moment Nick wondered if the priest knew that he was a dhampir. Would he still consider him as a demon even though he is still partly human?
Anderson blinked at him and cocked his head curiously to the side. What do vegetables have to do with vampires?
"You want to know the real reason why I enslaved her?" Nicholas suddenly said, his voice soft and quiet as he continued to read some pages of the old book.
"Real reason?"
"Yes." Nicholas nodded, his face serious and solemn. He did not say anything for a moment or two until he turned his sky-blue eyes back to the priest. Then his eyes quickly darted to the left, then to the right as if he was checking if anyone else was in the room. Anderson blinked and glanced around as well, expecting to see that great red buffoon Alucard stride in through the walls, laughing that disgusting laugh of his. The priest gave a slight shudder.
"The real reason I enslaved her was because I had a sudden need for power over something that could kill me in a heartbeat. The sudden rush one gets when one has control over one of the most deadliest and lethal creatures known to this world. It is quite a thrill."
"So you did this to your enemy just for a little adrenaline? My son, I begin to fear for your soul." Anderson said in a grave and concerned voice. It must be that red devil's work, tainting this unfortunate young man with such things. Enslaving one of the undead just for the rush of adrenaline and the need for control instead of putting the hellish creature out of its' misery.
Anderson continued to brood when he felt a light pat on his shoulder and saw Nicholas beaming at him with his 100 Watt smile.
"Fear nothing for me. That is my job among other things. Tell my mother to come here please." He said cheerily and turned back to the shelves to look for a good book to read.
"I am not some lackey you can order about!"
"Mr. Alexander, tell her to come to the library." His voice made the command sound final and did not give room for Anderson to object like he wanted to. The tall man growled and grit his teeth then turned on his heel and left the library to get the female Draculina. He had to constantly remind himself that the Vatican had given that little brat full authority over him.
A few moments later, Seras arrived in the library, a bit miffed and confused. She saw her son reading in one of the armchairs so she strode over to him quite purposefully and tapped him on the shoulder.
"What did you need me for, Nicholas?" She said in her best demanding voice. Nicholas looked up to see her watching him carefully. He grinned and set down the book he was reading.
"Oh, hello Mom. How are you?" He asked cheerfully, grinning up at his mother so happily. Seras looked taken aback from this. She blinked and furrowed her brows then placed on hand on her hip.
"You brought me up here just for a chat?" She asked, her eyes narrowed skeptically at the young blonde teenager in front of her. She was a little surprised though.
"Maybe." Nick replied with a half-hearted shrug, his smile never faltered. Seras made a strange noise in apparent disapproval.
"Why didn't you use our mind link to summon me instead of sending that vile man to get me?"
"I just wanted to rile him up a bit. It is really quite fun ordering that man about." Nicholas mused, laughing to himself at the memory of Anderson's angry face every time he ordered him to do something trivial.
"Oh, you're such a horrid person. Anderson almost ran me through with one of his infernal blades because of you!" Seras said, throwing her hands up in the air in her distress.
It was true. Anderson just burst into her room, ranting about heathens and protestant bastards and the stupid Vatican, grabbed her by the arm and started dragging her out the door. She struggled and had kicked out at him. Her foot landed in between his legs which set him on a rampage. Seras just barely escaped his swords. It was also a few hours till dawn and she was so very tired!
"I'm sorry Mom. It seems he hates Hellsing and anything associated with it. I wanted to piss him off a bit. He is such a ninny." Nicholas snickered and received a smack upon the head from his angry immortal mother. She just kept shaking her head disapprovingly at him. A silence fell between them. Seras was still slightly fuming when Nick cleared his throat and spoke again.
"But I actually do need you. I'm assigning Ayanna to you." He stated matter-of-factly and found sudden interest in the red upholstery of the armchair he was sitting in. He knew Seras wasn't going to be happy about this assignment but he really had no other choice.
"What! Why?!" Seras exclaimed unhappily and glared at her son. He finally met her red eyes and gave her an easy smile as he began to explain.
"Because, you are both vampires, both female and she just needs to know the ropes, nothing more. You just need to make sure she doesn't do anything rash or stupid or even let her father know where she is."
"So you're making me her babysitter, aren't you?"
"Yes."
"Alright. After this is all over you are grounded until you are well over 80 years old. Understood?"
"Clearly, Mom."
The next night Seras made her way to Ayanna's room. She didn't know what kind of vampire this girl was and she wasn't entirely happy with this assignment. Already in front of the wooden door, Seras raised her fist to knock when an angry voice yelled out "Enter!".
Seras merely raised on brow at the tone but decided not to comment on it yet. She entered the room and found Ayanna sitting at the table in her black leather body suit and half-covered by shadows. She was leaning back on the chair with her long legs propped up on the table's shiny surface.
A sudden screeching sound made Seras jump back a little. There was a pause then the screech again. It kept repeating until Seras located the source of the strange sounds. Ayanna was sharpening her weapons, those strange steel wheels with blades shaped like flames. She was using some sort of sharpening stone, probably had requested it from Walter. Whenever she rubbed the stone against the metal, a little shower of sparks would light up her face. Ayanna looked very annoyed.
"What do you want?" The girl hissed rudely at her guest as she continued to sharpen her beloved weapons. Seras couldn't decide if she should be just as rude or just accept her rudeness as a result for being imprisoned in Hellsing.
"Well? Spit it out!"
"No need to be so loud, I can hear you just fine." Seras mumbled angrily as a slight ringing made her head ache a little.
"Could've fooled me." Ayanna grumbled out loud, knowing it would anger the little vampire woman standing in the middle of her room. After a moment's pause, Ayanna let her legs slide off the table and waved her hand at the candle stub in the golden candle holder. The blackened wick flickered to life in a single orange flame.
Seras had only had a brief glimpse of the Russian vampire when she'd arrived at Hellsing. After Nicholas had her escorted to the library, the small blonde woman had gone back to her room and polished her hand gun, waiting for the outcome of the new and strange events. Now she was getting more then a brief glimpse of this Ayanna character and she did not like what she was seeing.
To say that Ayanna was beautiful would sort of seem like an understatement. She was beyond that, an exotic beauty that could stop a man's breath just by looking at her. This divine appearance reminded Seras of one woman only; Miss Alex, or as her son, Andrey had called her, Valentina Ivana Maria Alexandrovich.
Even now, out of her strange attire, Seras couldn't deny how attractive the girl was. Ayanna was wearing a similar uniform to Seras's. The uniformed shirt but the entire ensemble also made her entire form more curvaceous. The Russian vampire had left her shirt unbuttoned halfway and revealed most of her cleavage. The skirt was also pulled up and barely covered her bottom let alone anything else.
She even let her hair down from that side ponytail. Seras had never seen such fine locks, gleaming and seemingly soft and made of pure silk. Ayanna's hair fell about her like a waterfall on her shoulders and reached her mid-back. Magnificent, shining like gold in the sun and exquisite like uncut diamonds. 'She definitely looks like royalty', Seras thought begrudgingly to herself.
Ayanna then leaned forwards with her elbows resting on the surface and her head upon her palms. She gave Seras a bitter smile. "I do not like associating with vampires beneath my status so quickly state what you want and be gone." She said in a falsely sweet voice and waved her hand at Seras as if giving her permission to speak now.
Seras stared in disbelief at the young Russian vampire. She couldn't believe what she just heard. "Beneath your...? Now you listen to me, you royal little brat! I am your superior in this organization therefore you are beneath my status and you must obey me. Get it?" Seras growled angrily at the brazen female sitting at her table. Now it was her turn to stare at Seras in disbelief. Then she got up from the chair all in one smooth movement, her hair flowing behind her like a curtain fluttering in the breeze.
She placed her twin wheels back on the table and walked towards the petite vampire. Ayanna kept slowly nodding her head up and down, taking in the entire appearance of the Draculina as she circled Seras. The ex-police officer stood still even though every fine hair stood on end and her skin prickled from the thought of the absolutely rude Russian.
Not to mention she felt incredibly intimidated right now. Ayanna was a lot more taller then she was, more seductive, more eye-catching and Seras didn't doubt that if she wasn't under seal, she'd probably outrival her in power as well.
Ayanna finally stopped circling Seras and now stood in front of her, hand on her chin. She looked rather amused.
"You are my superior?" Ayanna asked, her voice as skeptical as her eyes. But Seras was actually prepared for this, she knew that the Russian wouldn't accept this piece of information so readily.
"Yes." Was her solid answer. Ayanna gave a curtly nod. "And I must do as you command?" She inquired again and Seras nodded the affirmative.
"Correct." Came the second reply in a stronger, firmer, more confident voice. Maybe Ayanna wouldn't be as difficult as Seras imagined her to be. She saw the girl give another seemingly approving nod. A pause. Ayanna still seemed to be sizing Seras up because the blonde vampire noticed how the Russian girl's lovely red mouth started to curve up in a smile.
She thought maybe Ayanna had accepted the facts and come to terms with her being outranked by a younger vampire. But apparently, this was not the case.
"Are you his mate?"
"Ye-Wait whose mate?" Seras managed to stop herself from automatically replying. She wasn't exactly expecting this sort of question. Ayanna even covered her mouth as she giggled, making her seem a bit childish and secretive.
"Ah." Ayanna said, ignoring Seras's counter question. She only gave Seras a very knowing, cruel smile. "So you're not my Lord's mate."
"Your Lord?" She's heard that before. That bartender Ivan, he had called her Master something like that. So did she mean Master then? "Do you mean Alucard?" Seras asked and heard how her voice wavered a little. Damn, she was losing the gained self-confidence a little too fast to her liking.
"Is that what he is called now?" Ayanna looked thoughtful as she put a finger on her red lips.
"Um, yes. That is his name." Seras replied uncertainly, carefully watching the other vampire's reactions. Ayanna seemed absolutely thrilled.
"Ah. So you are not Alucard's mate, correct?" She asked again, a bit more eager this time. Seras raised one brow and tried to think of an answer. Technically she wasn't Master's mate but wouldn't she still be close to one?
"I suppose I'm–"
"If you're not his mate then you hold no authority over me." Ayanna's fluid voice cut Seras off at mid-sentence, earning a very hateful glare from the latter. But Ayanna majestically ignored her and smiled eerily, making small shivers run through Seras's every nerve. She watched the tall vampire sit back down in her chair and put her legs back upon the table. Seras was boiling from the anger inside her. How dare she! That leather-wearing whore, that--! That--! That--!.
The petite Draculina let out a frustrated growl and stomped over to Ayanna just as she rocked on her wooden chair. When she leaned back, Seras placed a strong grip on both her shoulders and held her back inches from the floor, her hair brushed the ground. Seras continued to glare at the pretty vampire.
"Now you hold on one moment! He has nothing to do with my authority here!" Seras shouted angrily at Ayanna, nostrils flaring, her red irises as bright and burning like the single candle flame in the room.
Ayanna didn't seemed very fazed by Seras's apparent anger with her. Instead she ignored her and looked thoughtful again. "I think I will go keep his Excellency's company." She said in a musing voice and nudged Seras's hands off her shoulders so she could get up again. But Seras pushed the vampire back down so hard that the chair broke and both girls landed on the floor with Seras on top still holding Ayanna firmly.
The Russian girl lifted a surprised eyebrow at this sudden display of force and was even a tad affected by Seras's pain-promising glare.
"You listen to me, you European bitch!" Seras hissed softly and shook Ayanna to make sure she got her attention. "Stay away from my Master. He is mine." She spoke through her teeth and her fangs had lengthened in response to her anger.
Ayanna merely blinked several times then laughed."Oh, is he now?" She said between laughs. "We shall see who our Lord favors." Ayanna grinned toothily at the small female vampire and flicked her fingers at Seras's small perky nose.
"Will he prefer a little, weak virgin girl like you or an experienced and powerful woman like me, I wonder?" She said in a mockingly concerned voice. Seras's low growl stopped her from mocking any further but she felt that she had made her point either way. Seras was bristling with anger.
Ayanna pushed Seras off of her more successfully this time now both vampires glared daggers at each other bumping chest to chest.
"I'm warning you–" Seras began to snarl, baring her teeth at the opposing Nosferatu. But Ayanna's cold hiss cut her off and she leaned in closer so that her nose was touching tips with Seras's.
"You're warning me? Do understand that, because of Alucard's very powerful and old bloodline, he can only mate with someone of aristocratic blood. A filthy commoner like you does not stand a chance against old tradition and power. He probably sired you because he wanted to use you for his own personal amusement." She growled out fiercely, baring her own sharp fangs at her.
She held Seras's angry red gaze a second longer and then backed away, still smiling that knowing cruel smile of hers. "I'm sure it wasn't in his plan to have you falling for him but such is the fate of mere toys." She said with a mere, haughty laugh. Seras opened her mouth to retort but no sound came out. She couldn't think of anything to say. Ayanna noticed this and her eyes flashed triumphantly.
"Ah, so I've touched a nerve. Do not worry, dear little fledgling. I will be gentle with him." She said and patted Seras's shoulder reassuringly. But just as her hand touched Seras's shoulder, she grabbed her and flung her against to wall with all her force and vampire strength. Ayanna's back slammed into the wall, causing it to crack, even a few blocks were chipped and were dislodged. She fell to the ground on her knees. Seras stood above her and placed the sole of her boot against the vampire's throat.
"I am your superior. You listen to me and to no one else." Seras commanded briskly, pushed her foot against Ayanna's throat a little before removing it and letting the beaten vampire get up. She continued to glare at the Draculina as she slowly rose from the ground, her pride and dignity shattered once more.
"Clean yourself up. We're going to the shooting range. Address me as Victoria, or ma'am. You will be punished if you do not follow my orders. You will be punished if you hurt any humans while under the command of Hellsing." Seras recited mechanically as Ayanna cleaned the rubble and dust from her hair.
Seras took a step closer to the vampire and grabbed the collar of her shirt and pulled her roughly down to her eye-level. She looked the Russian directly in the eyes as she added something to the last part of her recitation. "I will kill you if you go near my Master. Understood?"
"You may be stronger then me now because of these cursed seals but mark my words, you little blonde skank, I will break free from them and then I will take much pleasure in ripping you to shreds slowly while you still breathe." Ayanna said in a low whisper and smiled bitterly at the petite blonde holding her. Seras stared blankly at Ayanna for a moment or two them gave her a very cherry smile.
"I'm sorry, I didn't hear a 'ma'am' or 'Victoria' in that lovely little speech of yours so I wasn't really listening." Seras retorted in a cheerful voice and still holding her, dragged Ayanna out of the room.
In Dmitri's private room down the corridor, far from Integra's new prison, Dmitri was lounging on his sofa with his mate Valentina laying on him, her head in his lap. As he stroked her glistening curls, he called out for his son Andrey.
"Where is Ayanna? I would like her to go hunting with Dementia tonight."
"I told her to stay down below. She has harmed Sir Hellsing so I punished her for it." Andrey informed his Father curtly, standing at attention before the powerful man. Dmitri did not look up as he spoke to his son again.
"Ah. Seems you are quite attached to this Hellsing woman."
"I think she is a perfect candidate as my mate. Very ruthless yet beautiful." Andrey told his Father with a satisfied smile to which the elder vampire chuckled and stroked the face of his mate, Valentina. She purred at the feel of his fingers against her skin and smiled.
"She sounds like my dear Vayla." Dmitri said thoughtfully, grinning himself as well. Finally he looked up at his son.
"Will you turn her?"
"I will need to persuade her to agree first."
"Waste not then. I do not know when those fools will arrive and wreck havoc so make use of the time you have, my son."
"Yes, Tatya."
Integra sprang off the bed the moment she saw the poor Irish girl being thrown threw the disappearing portal. The raven-haired teen coughed and wheezed, holding her ribs tenderly. "Bloody rotten bastards! Treating a poor girl like this!" Integra growled fiercely to herself as she tried to carry Priscilla over to the bed. "I will have their hearts on a platter after this whole thing is done with!"
"Ooh..." Priscilla moaned and turned over on her back, laying sprawled on the bed. The Hellsing winced at the black and blue colouring most of the girl's face. She was deathly white and there was little left of her clothing on her. She was almost naked. Integra scowled at the Russian vampires' abuse of her. She looked around the room and saw another door which she hoped was the bathroom. They were trapped in a hotel after all.
She was right and the bathroom was left unscathed, including what was in it. For some unknown reason the water utilities were working, so Integra grabbed some hand towels and ran them under the water of the spluttering faucet and fumbled on her way back to Priscilla. The hem of her dress was way too long and she had tripped on it, nearly falling on her face had she not caught herself on the door frame of the bathroom.
Integra glared at the bottom of her dress skirts and attended to the injured girl first, placing the wet cloth on her bruised ribs and arms to soothe some of the pain. After that was taken care of, the Hellsing leader hastily stripped off her gown and threw it in some far corner of the hotel room, leaving her in the linen white under gown. This piece of clothing was not so long and the hem only came up above her ankles by an inch or two and strangely enough Integra felt more comfortable in this then that wretched dress thing abomination!
Only once she was finished with these tasks did she take in her surroundings. The room she was now imprisoned in was not very large but not too small either but rather in an 'T' shape. It was nicely furnished. There was a chair next to a small end table and a tall standing lamp on the other side of it and the oak table Priscilla was thrown into. A few feet away from the table, accompanied by a red sofa. This was in left end of the 'T', in the right was the large twin-sized bed on which Priscilla now rested on.
In the tiny hallway, on the right side was the bathroom; shower and bath, counter and bowl sink with a mirror and of course the required toilet. On the left side of this little hallway was the small closet which contained folded bed sheets and some larger towels, along with an extra blanket and pillow. Integra's guess was that the room was one of the less luxurious suites on the last floor, maybe even at the beginning of the corridor, because of everything still being intact.
There was a cheerful painting of a field of red poppies hanging just above the chair she now sat in and another painting of a gloomy looking ballerina sitting on a chair and examining the broken lace of her slipper, done in charcoal and white chalk was above the bed.
Priscilla was asleep now, despite the day just beginning. There were more bite marks on her neck, arms and legs and she was terribly white. Integra gritted her teeth, they were using her as a snack, a box of juice that is easily replaced and disposed of. The nerve of these wretched vampires! Not wanting to fall asleep herself, the Hellsing leader only tended to her employee, wetting the towels every once and a while to keep her body temperature from rising, then sitting in her chair, watching the young maid sleep. It was the least she could do for her.
The young grl had slept through most of the day. Sometimes she would moan quietly, sometimes she would whimper. But when she finally awoke, some of the remaining sunlight shone directly into her eyes. Being a full week in that horrid place down below, the light was a shock for her. Was she back home? Oh was all of this just a terrible nightmare? She hoped with her heart it was, but she was gravely disappointed.
Priscilla tried sitting up and squealed from the sudden pain jolting through her entire hurting body. Her hands automatically reached for her middle and heard a tutting noise. She glanced around and spotted the glacial blue eyes of her boss glaring at her. Priscilla blinked a few times and opened her mouth but Integra interrupted her before she could utter a sound.
"Lay back down, Miss O'Malley. Your ribs haven't healed and the swelling hasn't gone down yet."
"Wh-why are you here, Sir Hellsing?" Priscilla managed to stutter, completely ignoring Integra's order. She tried getting off the bed and almost fell off the edge of it if Integra hadn't rushed over to pull the young girl back up.
"Dammit you silly girl! I said lay down!" Integra growled as she forced the maid back down on the bed.
"Oh what a touching sight to see." Andrey's smooth voice said in feigned sweet tones. Integra had her back turned to him so he couldn't really see her eyes grow steely and cold just at the sound of his voice. The maid looked at Integra with puzzled eyes but kept her mouth shut. She wasn't sure what was going on but she had long ago learned that it was best to keep silent. She was right, at least for this situation.
"You could treat my employees a little better, you dead bastard!" Integra snarled. He smiled and strode over to the Hellsing, his hand lightly tracing the ridges of her spine from her lower back up to between her shoulder blades. Integra's skin crawled when she felt his fingers on her body. So utterly revolting.
"Oh my lovely little wasp, I came to see how you two were doing. I am very considerate, da?"
"Niet." Integra hissed mockingly at him. "You are not."
"Oh delightful! You've learnt some Russian!" Andrey exclaimed happily and kissed her cheek softly. Integra could almost actually feel her hair standing on end, bristling from the brief contact.
Then she felt his lips against her ear again and she shivered. "Do you know how sexy you sound when you speak Russian?"
"I only said one word you idiot, not an entire narrative!" She spat back at him, trying to turn her head and glare at him but he wouldn't let her. He merely chuckled in her ear, his breath tickling her skin unpleasantly.
"Bah, one word, two words, does not matter. Hearing my mother tongue come from your hot little mouth makes me harder then nuclear physics." Andrey whispered huskily, his voice evident of his desire fore her. To show her, he hugged her low by her waist and pulled her bottom closer to his abdomen. The more she struggled the more she felt that hardness in between his legs grow impossibly harder.
Integra was at a loss for words. She couldn't escape him entirely this time, the sun had already set and she was out of ideas. Then, suddenly she felt something wet trail behind her ear and down her neck. It was horrifying because it actually felt so incredibly good and this time when she shivered, it was not from repulsion.
"You disgusting swine!" She said breathlessly as she tried once again to escape his embrace. Damn her body for betraying her like this and damn him for making her feel like this! Integra tried beating him off but the Russian wouldn't budge.
Priscilla watched the entire scene with wide eyes, puzzled and frightened. What was going on?
Andrey won the struggle. He had turned her around roughly and held her firmly by her shoulders with one hand and suddenly grabbed Priscilla with his other. The young girl shrieked and tried to scuttle away but he was too fast and caught her.
"No!"
"Unhand her, Andrey!" Integra and Priscilla both scream at the same time. The handsome vampire only obeyed Integra after he stared long and hard at her. Priscilla hurried over to a far corner, shaking.
"You promised both your body and your maid's."
"She is in no state to pleasure you." Integra growled.
"Then I will gladly have you for now, my love." And before she could protest, Andrey began ripping off her clothes.