"I can feel my enemies begin to feel my drum,

I am ready when it comes to pain, I'm numb,

I could tell you think you've won't believe I've done,

I kill to feel alive..."

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Trigger warnings: abuse, smut, profanity, guns

The faint smell of Walter's cooking fills the entire room as I come back to my senses. Apparently I must have fell asleep, I must have been dreaming about the entire thing. Before I can get up, I feel a hand cover my throat, followed by a deep, soft whisper in my ear.

"Normally, humans can't resist my calling aura, but you did."

He pulls my throat to his cold lips, as he continues gripping my throat but not tight enough to choke me. I look into his deep red eyes, captivated again, my heart pounding against my chest. He sniffs my neck and lets out a soft groan. While groaning, he slowly traces my lips with his gloved thumb. Trying to overcome the fear, I close my eyes to avoid his gaze, and quickly try to reach for the gun on my nightstand. Alucard pulls me back by the throat, squeezing it a little tighter, while pinning me down to the bed.

"I hope you didn't think that would kill me, silly little human", he laughs in almost an eerily way. I don't know whether to laugh with him or piss myself at this point. He lifts his hand from my throat, allowing me to catch my breath and he runs his fingers through my hair. He sits on the edge of the bed while I lay in complete shock, chuckling again while he stares into my eyes.

"Humans are amusing creatures, don't you think?" He quickly gets up from the bed and walks toward the wall. He turns his head towards me and smiles while walking through the wall, his laughing still echoing throughout the room.

What the fuck have I gotten myself into?

There are multiple footsteps coming from the hallway, and I quickly pull myself together. Sir Integra enters the room, smoking a cigar, with a smirk on her face.

"I see you've met the Watchdog. He seems to be interested in you."

I stare at her and nod my head, still pulling myself together. In an attempt to calm myself down, I pretend not to be interested (this may be my downfall later).

"He may be interested, but I am not here for him", I mumble softly. Sir Integra smiles and puffs smoke from her mouth, as if she can see right through my white lie. She motions me to the door, so I'm assuming that dinner is ready.

"Sir Integra, do you mind if I ask you something?" I sit up on the bed with my hands in my lap, staring at my older cousin while she turns and walks to the door.

"What it is, Nami?" She says without looking back, but stopping in the doorway.

"Why me?" I ask her, slowly getting up and quickly heading towards the door. She turns her head, with the cigar still lit in her mouth, smirking while walking into the hallway…

It is 10:00 a.m. the next day, I barely slept through the night. I laid awake most of the night in fear of the "Watchdog" coming back for another visit. After showering and preparing myself for the day, I sleepily walk down the stairs to a very nervous Sir Integra. I take my seat at the dining room table, with Sir Integra across from me. She's in deep thought while looking at a letter, and it looks as if something has taken her by surprise. I've never seen her act like this in my entire life.

Walter, with his usual amused look, walks into the dining room with breakfast. I try to pay attention to the carvings on the table, pretending to not be interested in the conversation.

"What do you know about them, Walter?" Sir Integra asks, in a low tone. Walter carefully places down the food in front of me first, then Sir Integra. Then he pours coffee into the coffee mugs placed in front of the dishes. After that, he places his left hand over his chest, with a slight bow, and replies.

"Well, my Lord, they are another vampire hunting organization, except they are based in Kyoto, Japan." He stands up straight, adjusts his glasses on his face, pulls out a notepad, and continues on with relaying the information. I have to admit this man is good at what he does.

"The heir to the organization is Emiko Tesaki. She lost both of her parents in the flood of recent vampire-related attacks in Japan. She also is about the same age as you, my Lord. Apparently, she even enjoys the same brand of cigars as you, too." Walter jokingly makes a face at Sir Integra, which makes her roll her eyes and pull out a cigar from her pocket.

"Walter, I did not ask you for an arrangement. I asked you for information", Sir Integra mumbles. She looks at the letter in her hand repeatedly and blushes. "I do not need a partner; this business is not for romance." She tosses the letter across the table, and it lands on my plate. I quickly picked it up, of course to be noisy. The letter, or fancy invitation rather, was trimmed with lavender lace, and it read:

Lord Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing

Your presence is requested at the Tesaki Organization Manor.

On the 2nd day of June in the year of 2016.

7:00 P.M sharp.

Please RSVP before arrival.

We cannot wait to meet you!

Lordess Emiko Izumi Sarutobi Tesaki

I giggled at the invitation, simply because Sir Integra's face was extremely red. "Who's to say that it's a date?" Sir Integra said. "Maybe, she would like to get to know me and possibly form an alliance." Walter smirks at Sir Integra as he clears the table where we were sitting.

As I look down at my unfinished coffee, I start to doze off, but my head jerks back quickly. Sir Integra focuses her attention on me, with a smirk on her face. "Rough first night?", she asks. I nod my head, trying to stay awake. The coffee definitely was not helping me.

"Well, little cousin. You're going to have to wake up. We have training to do."

I roll my eyes at her, still drowsy. We get up from the dining room table and I quickly follow. She leads me to a path outside of the manor, which is set up like a gun range. There are about two shotguns and some long range rifles, with some bow and arrows on either side of the pseudo gun range. I try to register what's going on in my head, but I'm too sleepy to try to understand.

"The task is simple", she says. "You simply have to use these weapons and practice your shooting projectile. I know it's been a while, but I have a feeling this will not be a challenge for you, Nami". She pulls out another cigar, while Walter walks up from behind with the lighter. They both walk to the patio behind me, and Sir Integra takes a seat under the red umbrella while Walter stands on her right.

Could this wait until I have a nap?

I walk up to the first target, picking up the shotgun from the pile of weapons. Stepping behind the line, I load the bullets and cock the shotgun back. After a few minutes of fighting sleep, I finally focus on the bullseye. Aiming and focusing my attention on my surroundings, I shoot the bullet into the bullseye. I look up to see if I hit the target, and the bullet went through it perfectly. "Clean shot."

There were about ten more targets, the others shaped like vampires (of course), deer, and other forest animals. As I move on to the next target, I switch from the shotgun to the assault rifle. The next target was a vampire shaped one. I literally rolled my eyes while preparing the rifle to shoot. Once again, I begin to aim and focus my attention on my surroundings, but this time, the dark aura returns. I try to ignore the aura, shooting the bullet into the target. Again, perfect shot. Even with the dark aura. I'm impressed myself.

He's here again.

I look back to the patio where Sir Integra and Walter were, and there he was, the Watchdog, dressed in a black suit, red tie and a red handkerchief tucked into the suit pocket, as if he's going to a funeral. His curly jet black hair is down, and reaches his lower back. He even has a mustache this time. He stares in my direction, but I quickly turn away, blushing and trying to avoid eye contact. Moving on to the next target, which is shaped like a bear with vampire fangs (wow, Sir Integra, just wow), again focusing on the target, I cock the rifle and aim. As I try to focus without letting sleep interfere, a bullet flies past my head and pierces the target. I already know who the culprit was.

"You're too slow, human." The deep voice says as it moves closer. "Your opponent can kill you while you're trying to make perfect shots. Do better."

I get frustrated and mumble back "No one asked you, don't you have to be fake alive somewhere else?" Before I could retract what I said, the cold gloved hands were through my hair and his deep, eerie chuckle vibrated my entire body.

"Is that the best you can do? My my, if I wasn't already a cold-hearted demon, I would think you're trying to hurt my feelings." He retorted back. I roll my eyes and throw the rifle down, picking up another shotgun and moving to the next target. He shoots the next three targets before I even get the chance to load the bullets into the shotgun.

This. fucking. asshole.

Frustrated again, I walk up towards him and try to throw a punch to his face. He quickly grabs my arm and pulls my body toward him, chuckling again and holding me up by the arm.

"Why do you insist on fighting me?" He whispers softly in my ear. My face turns completely red, blushing and trying to ignore him. "Just let me have you, Nami."

Have me?!

I try to move my arm so he can let go of me, but he just laughs as I squirm out of his grip. I don't have the energy to fight, so I just stop fighting. "Alucard, what do you want with me?" I mumble under my breath, ignoring his deep, red eyes by staring at the ground.

"Just you, nothing else. Is that a problem?" I feel his gaze on me while I look at the ground. He takes the shotgun out of my hand and tosses it to the side.

What do I say to that? What does anyone say to something like that?

He sees that I am purposely ignoring him, so he gently places me back on the ground. His places his cold, gloved hands on my face and leans in toward me. "How about this, you meet me tonight in my dungeon, and we can talk more about this. Sunlight isn't really my ally." He whispers to me.

I nod my head, pretending to still not be interested, but he has caught my attention. With a blink of an eye, he vanished, but the dark aura was still present. I gather myself again, fighting sleep and grabbing the rifle.

"I think that's enough for today, little cousin." Sir Integra calls out from the patio. I place the rifle down on the ground and collapse on top of the dirt. Everything suddenly goes dark as I hear footsteps running towards me…