A/N: Hello everyone! You thought I really forgot about this one, didn't you? Well, to be honest I almost did. I think my apologies will at this point do nothing, so instead of an apology, I give you a chapter! This one was supposed to be a huuuuge chapter that would end the story, but I got restless so I thought what the hell, let's post the first part now.

I realize that my writing style has changed… and for those who read the story now for the first time, keep in mind that I had a 2 year break with this one. Still, I know where I wanted to go with it, so the direction of the plot will not change from what I initially had in mind.

Also, beware that there are some mature themes in this chapter so… thread cautiously. :D

PREVIOUSLY:

He felt it. The moment the barriers were down he felt her invade his mind life a force of nature. It hurt, like she was placing a hot poker into his brain, wrecking everything out of place. And when he saw the door to his room open he took the opening, his consciousness flooding his mind, pulling Vlad back and taking control of himself once more.

And as Alucard opened his crimson eyes, he found himself in quite an interesting position. Warmth raced through his body in a way that he did not even think possible, every cell of his body buzzing with the chakra which traveled through Ino's system. Ah yes, the blood... he thought.

So warm... the crimson of his eyes darkened.

So helpless... He moved tentatively, almost groaning in delight at how hot her insides were.

What am I doing? He pulled out immediately, summoning his coat from the shadows and wrapping her in it. Then as he summoned his clothes back to his body, Alucard held her in his arms, a strange softness falling over his face. It seemed like her chakra was already working at healing the wound he inflicted upon her, but otherwise the woman in his arms remained asleep. Sleep Blondie, no wolf will come eat you tonight.

Ch 14

They were pouring from the zeppelins, spreading upon London like a plague, like a swarm of hungry locusts. They killed everything in their way, their teeth sinking with gusto in the flesh of innocents, devouring them, tearing, ripping.

They came with glowing red eyes and gaping jaws full of sharp, jagged teeth, the symbol of their allegiance proudly displayed on the sleeve of their uniforms. They came to kill with guns and knives and teeth and claws. And as their boot clad feet hit the city pavement, it became hell on earth.

War was horrible, but this was no war. This was slaughter, carnage.

As the bullets of terrified policemen and soldiers ripped through their bodies they grinned, revelling in their immortality. And as their jaws closed over the tender, living, pulsing flesh of their prey, they laughed, blood pouring in rivulets across their chest.

They ripped apart flesh and bones, the blood staining their jackets red, meat dangling between their pointy teeth in a horrific display of gore and blood and entrails.

He looked at it all from the high vantage point of the Big Ben with disgust painted across his face. These were no men; these were monsters, vermin killing, tearing, defiling innocents.

They were beasts eating away at humanity.

Anger and disgust churned in his stomach and Sasuke's eyes narrowed with barely tamed fury. He will wipe the world of these vermin, these abominations of nature that spilled the blood of men as if it were water.

With his Sharingan blazing he jumped into the night, his chakra moulding as he made the necessary hand signs and created five shadow clones. As they hit the ground, each clone ran in a different direction. They knew what they had to do. Sasuke ran through the hoard of artificial vampires, his sword quickly becoming stained with their blood.

It did not take long for him to reach the predestined location, and he knew that his clones were also in place. "Time to do some vermin extermination." He whispered, and passed a silver coated Kunai over the palm of his hand.

Blood pooled in his hand and he could already see tens of crimson eyes looking at him with hunger.

Hundreds more will come.

The plan was in truth a simple one. After he found out that for some reason the chakra in his and Ino's system made their blood irresistible to vampires, Sasuke performed a few tests of his own.

Observing Seras's reaction to it had been... enlightening. The girl would almost gag at the mere thought of drinking another person's blood, yet just the smell of his had literally drove her to her knees. If she, with all her imposed self-control had such a strong reaction, then herding these mindless creatures to him would be a child's play.

They came at him in tens of hundreds, the smell of his blood attracting them like flies to honey.

He is just one man, they think... he is just one man.

But he is not just one man. He is Uchiha Sasuke, the true heir of the Uchiha clan. He is an elite shinobi that had been through hell and back, that had lost and regained his mind and sense of self. He is a fighter given a new purpose, a deadly killing machine that had been honed and sharpened like a well-oiled blade since he knew how to walk.

As his eyes blazed crimson with the strength of his bloodline limit, Sasuke had only one thought in mind. I will kill you all.

His hands flashed through the hand signs too fast for the naked eye to see, and he could feel his chakra gathering, coiling inside him like a beast ready to strike, ready to kill. He released it in a stream of deadly, focused blue electricity that made their skin sizzle and burned nerves.

Lightning style: Five point death trap!

From the five locations where his shadow clones were the current of electricity spread like wildfire. The connecting currents joined to him in a cage of lightning that killed anything within it.

The smell of burning flesh assaulted his nostrils, but Sasuke did not mind. It was cleansing, overpowering the stench of fresh, innocent blood that was all around him. He saw them shake, heard them scream and Sasuke smirked. They did not know who they were dealing with.

He made a quick job of finishing off those that were still alive, his sword dancing from one freak to another, chopping their pathetic heads before they even had a chance to retaliate. It was over in a few minutes, and with a swift movement he removed the blood from the blade and sheathed it on his side.

Sasuke dug his hand in the pocket of his uniform and took out a small phone, pushing the fast dial button.

After a few rings, Seras's feminine voice picks up. "Yes Sasuke?"

Sasuke rolled his eyes. These people clearly did not know proper mission protocol. He answered her in a clipped voice. "First battalion has been dealt with. How is your situation?"

"They will arrive soon. I still don't have a lock on them. Don't worry, they won't escape my Harkonen."

Sasuke gave an affirmative sound as he shut down the phone and took off in the manor's direction. There was a strange knot tightening in his stomach. He did not like the thought of Seras out there, alone. True she was not truly alone, but those Wild Geese mercenaries... she was as good as alone. These were not your run of the mile freaks of ghouls. They were strong, they were smart, and they were deadly. He has better move to her location.

As he looked in the distance, it seemed like Seras would have to wait. Sasuke unsheathed his sword once more, the fire of a second incoming battalion reflecting in the crimson of his Sharingan. And at their lead, atop a descending zeppelin stood a tall man with silver white hair dressed in a long trench coat; his target.

He had to be fast; he had to get to her, to that slip of a girl that reminded him so much of her. With her large innocent eyes and her positive nature. This time he will do better…

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As Ino came to her senses, there were a few things that did not seem right. Firstly, she was tied, her arms bound tightly behind her back, holding them in an uncomfortable position. A shiver ran through her body, making her realize that there was nothing to protect her from the outside chill and Ino felt her nipples harden to pebbles.

Where was she?

Second, it was all black, all dark.

And then it dawned at her, it was not dark outside, but her eyes were tied, a velvety material pulled over her baby blue eyes, obscuring her vision of the world. She struggled, panic suddenly gripping her heart at the vulnerable position she was in.

If someone were to attack she would have to rely on her other senses and the lack of arm mobility would surely be a drawback.

I have to escape!

She tried moving her arms but the bindings were tight. And then she heard it: a chuckle as dark as night, sending shivers down her spine. It was him; there was no mistake about it. That deep velvety voice could only belong to one man.

No, not a man, a monster. A monster that was out to devour her, bit by bit.

"Are you afraid?..." he said, and his voice was just above a whisper, his breath tickling the back of her throat.

Ino could feel his long fingers move over the flesh of her shoulder, leaving her trembling. Her lack of sight forced all other senses to be amplified to the max, making her always wonder what his next move will be.

Through the haze inside her mind she could recall his question and in an act of false bravado she lifted her chin in defiance, steeling her voice.

"You wish!" a line of burning pain followed her statement and Ino buckled over, trying her best to contain her scream. She could feel the skin across her breasts throbbing dully, her skin overly sensitised.

"Wrong answer, Blondie. You should fear, you should tremble in fear, because tonight I plan to feast on you." His voice was vicious and she felt him grab her by the hair, forcing her back to a straight position.

"I can make this easy for you," She felt his tongue travel over her abused breast, rolling gently around the nipple and making her shiver in pleasure. "or I can make this hard...

"You decide."

Ino wanted to speak, wanted to demand that he releases her, but she soon found out that she could not speak anymore, her tongue seemingly unable to form words.

Is this some sick technique of his?

But her thoughts were quickly cast away by the sound of his voice.

"Very well. I always enjoyed the hard way more. In the end, what is life without a bit of struggle?" She heard him take another step toward her and suddenly she was pulled up by a leash she never realized she had around her neck.

"I will make you call me Master and beg to serve me. I will bring you to the limit of your sanity, then push through it until all you can think is how to be a faithful little lapdog. I will make you mine and take you over and over again until I become your entire world."

Ino felt his long fingers grab her chin, his middle finger entering her mouth in a sensual gesture. She bit down in defiance, her blunt teeth puncturing his skin and filling her mouth with the metallic taste of blood. She found it funny how it seemed to taste the same as human blood, but before the thought could fully materialise inside her head a swishing sound broke the silence and another line of burning pain appeared across her breasts.

Alucard's voice was like steel over silk, rich and smooth, yet deadly, making her shiver in fear and...anticipation? "You are a naughty girl Blondie, and I think you are in need of some discipline."

She could feel the energy build-up around him which signalled the release of his demonic powers and she could imagine his fangs elongating, his vision darkening at the thought of...hurting her?

Fucking her?

She clenched her thighs together at that thought, memories of their time together still making her twitch with pleasure.

I must be insane, lusting after this creature.

Yet Ino did not have time to think about her hidden desires. In a flash she could feel something wrap around her torso and legs, pulling her up in the air. She yelped and was surprised to see that the sound made it past her lips.

What was happening? She wished she could see...

"Do you wish to see Blondie?" asked Alucard near her ear, seemingly reading her thoughts. She nodded and could feel his tongue locking the side of her neck. The ties around her eyes loosened.

"Do you want to see how my shadows keep you up?" she could feel the binds on her torso and legs tighten as the tie slipped further from her eyes.

"Do you want to see my hellhound between your legs, waiting for my order to either lick you or ravage you?"

The material slipped from her eyes and Ino's baby blue eyes widened at the massive hellhound sitting between her spread legs, his blood-red, hellish eyes burning into her. She could feel the beast's breath on the sensitive skin of her sex and she tried squirming away as she reminded herself that these were all an extension of Alucard, nothing more.

And then it came. The pain was sudden, but sharp. A whip like hit across the inside of her thigh, followed by the feel of a large, smooth tongue across her surprisingly wet pussy. Her eyes widened as a half scream, half moan was ripped out of her throat.

She could not believe him! The pervert used his hellhound to lick her! Indignation flooded her system and Ino struggled once more, intent to give him a piece of her mind for his unbelievable cheek!

"Do you have something to say Blondie?" His hands were in her hair, massaging her scalp with surprising gentleness.

Then, as if in complete antithesis with his words, another burning line of pain bloomed across her thighs, followed shortly after by the creature's sinful tongue movements across her clitoris.

It was shameful, it was demeaning, but beyond everything, his smooth voice, his intoxicating presence, the mingle of pleasure and pain... it was driving her crazy and making her shiver in ecstasy.

Her first moan was strangled, like she was trying to keep her pleasure in check. Five minutes later, or maybe it was an eternity later, her body was trembling with need and she was panting as he denied her release for the third time.

He alternated pleasure with pain, bringing her to the brink of ecstasy only to leave her hanging, her orgasm just out of reach. He would then use pain to bring her down from it, only to then set the hound's tongue on her; licking, probing. Ino was sure that there was no orifice in that region that did not get thorough attention.

Her pussy was clenching, her clit was throbbing and her mind was such a mess that by the time she felt a whip-like lash across her ass, she moaned with abandonment, nearly coming on the spot.

It was torture, she was sure of it.

Finally, it seemed like Alucard had had enough of just watching her and decided he needed some attention as well. As he pressed his twitching cock to her lips, Ino took him in her mouth, swirling her tongue around the tip of his cock with such hunger it seemed like she had been waiting her entire life to do just that.

For Ino it did not matter anymore. She wanted to please him, hoping that he would finally bring her that sweet release. That he would fuck her or bite her, or do anything for this insane desire in her mind to end.

She took him as deep as she could, and then he pushed even deeper still, her position allowing him to push past her comfort zone until she felt she could not breathe anymore and all she could think and feel was him.

She was going to die, she was sure of it. Whether from lack of air or the intense feeling that coursed through her... it did not matter.

Nothing mattered anymore.

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His sensitive ears picked up her laboured breathing immediately. They had been slowly sailing, drifting as his powers commanded the boat to move. It was slow, and it had already been one day since they began heading toward the shores of Great Brittan.

The sun was just setting and Alucard could already begin to feel his powers strengthen with each passing minute. His vision became sharper, his hearing more sensitive.

So when he heard her frantically beating heart and laboured breathing, his first instinct was to check if she had a fever. It had been so foolish of her to approach him when he was so high on bloodlust, and she had paid the price.

She was lucky…it could have ended far worse.

The feel of her wrapped around his cock made him smile and with a swift pull on the shadows he teleported in the room where he left her, intent on checking to see if her health was still holding up. His Master, Integra, would not be pleased if the kunoichi were to fall ill so close to the battle.

Yet as soon as he materialized himself in the room, Alucard's senses were assaulted from all directions.

Smell was first, his nostrils dilating at the smell of her arousal. It was everywhere, looming in the room like a heavy blanket of pheromones, radiating off her in waves.

Sound was second, his ears being assaulted by the melodic sound of her moans, her sweet dulcet mewls followed by the occasional throaty moan and call of his name that made his cock twitch.

And then, the best of all was sight. She was laying there, naked underneath his trench coat, trapped in a dream that had her nipples erect and her pussy glistening with liquid.

Alucard growled as he gathered every ounce of control he possessed and wrapped in around himself like a mantel of cold indifference. But still, what could have her panting and moaning in such a wanton way?

Curiosity had always been his downfall, and he had the feeling it will be this night as well. He approached her with silent footsteps, his hand and consciousness slowly stretching toward her.

Alucard was not prepared for what he saw inside her mind. He could see her, tied and held up by his shadows, alternating between caressing her and whipping across her skin until red welts appeared. And Ino, she was writhing and moaning, begging him to make her come.

His eyes widened and unbidden his cock hardened at the sight before him.

There she was, this warm, delicate human being, dreaming of him pleasuring her. And she did not imagine him as a gentle lover...no. The little chit was getting off of him at his worst, and it made him growl with need.

Desires he thought long buried resurfaced and for the first time since he was released from his seals by Itegra, Alucard lusted.

He lusted to have this masochistic little warrior girl wrapped around his cock, her strong thighs drawing him in as he gave her the potential mix of pleasure and pain she so dreamed to have.

And he wanted, oh how he wanted to have her pretty plump lips say those words, beg him like in her dreams and call him master.

Vlad had always whispered inside his head how she despised the monster, yearned for the human. But as he saw her imagine his shadows pinch her nipple and his hellhound, (to all the circles of hell the girl had a nasty mind!) his demonic hellhound lap at her juices and tease her pussy until she screamed as its leathery tails left red lines across her skin... well to that Alucard had to say that it seemed Blondie yearned more for the monster than the human.

As he left her dream and marveled once more at the erotic picture she made, Alucard took a moment to decide whether he should wake her or leave the room. The sensible move would be to leave the room; there was no doubt in that. But The No Life King quickly realized that he was rooted to the spot as his crimson eyes drank in the sight of her body.

His breathing became labored, his pants too tight.

He knew he should leave, leave and never think of her, never look at her, never touch her. She was human, and he was a monster. She was light and he was dark. She wants someone like her...someone who can feel what she feels, someone human.

And yet... she is not so light... she wants it, wants the monster, wants his unhinged self to have her, tease her, possess her.

Each and every thought made his control buckle and chipped away at the smidgen of morals that he still kept.

The girl moaned and Alucard's vision darkened. A distant part of his brain noted that he hasn't felt like this in centuries. And even then, it was not like this.

This girl, this insane perfect killer of a girl did not have silly illusions of him being a knight in shining armour, a poetic lover, someone who will be gentle with her. No, she yearned for him to show his worst, to unleash his power over her and have her quiver in pleasure and fear.

It was a heady combination though not one he had felt himself. It was others who dropped on their knees in front of him, screaming in terror as he unleashed his tightly controlled power. It was others who trembled at his overwhelming aura. He was the devil; he was the monster that made darkness itself tremble in fear. He was the No Life King, the terror of nightmares.

He blinked and found himself almost holding her, leaning over her, his eyes drinking in her features, nostrils flaring at her bewitching smell.

Sex and power, a dangerous combination.

He could still feel the scorching pleasure of her blood travelling through his veins.

He did not realise what he was doing until the endless blue pools of her eyes opened and she gave a breathless sigh. His hand automatically tightened across her breast and for a second he wondered how it got there. But there was no time to wonder as her pink lips parted and a plea pushed past them in a husky voice.

"Please..."

Her plea was pure torture. The way she looked at him with desire in her eyes, her face flushed and her lips parted, it snapped his control, his sanity, driving a hot poker inside the centre of his being. He will have her, had to have her, and this time it will be him who is in control, not Vlad, him.

"What do you wat Blondie?" the trench-coat around her dissolved into wispy shadows that caressed her body as he looked at her with a hungry smile.

Oh, he knew what she wanted. It was visible in every fibre of her being, but he needed to, wanted to, yearned to hear it from her. He needed the validation that she wanted him and only him. That she lusted to have the devil in her bed that she unlike all others did not cower at his presence but yearned for it.

It was a validation and a contradiction, for he wanted and hated to be wanted; it was the weakness that had pushed him to seduce Mina Harker all those years ago, that made him take Seras as his progeny.

He wanted and hated to be loved, and yet he wanted and hated to be feared. He blamed it on the small piece of humanity that was buried deep underneath all the lives and souls he had taken.

For he was a monster now, but at the beginning he was nothing but human.

Ino's hands lifted to cup his face and tangle in his hair. She tried to pull him toward her, but Alucard stubbornly remained a hairsbreadth away from her. "Tell me." he pushed, his words brushing her lips.

He saw her eyes cloud over and knew that all the pride and obstinacy that the girl usually showed had dissolved in the wake of her desire. And as she spoke, her voice just above a breathless whisper, Alucard felt the last string of his control snap.

"I want you, my Master."

Those five words were his undoing. His lips crashed on hers with a bruising force as his clothes dissolved in dark shadows. Ino moaned into the kiss and melted into his embrace, her hands fisting in his hair.

This was what she had yearned, this wonderful feeling of him, dangerous and deadly and unhinged. She felt him lift her leg around him and she moaned at the feel of his cock brushing her wet folds. Dear God, when did she get so wet?

He entered her and it felt exquisite, the sensation of her inner walls squeezing him pulling a delighted growl out of his chest.

He looked into her baby blue eyes and for the first time he did not see the face of another in them. He saw her, and wanted her, and by God she could kill him right now and he would lay down the entirety of his immortal life if needed be!

The thought pierced him like an arrow and Alucard felt something inside him unravel, weaken. The seal placed by van Hellsing upon him relied on his inability to care for anything but himself, on trapping his shrivelled soul into servitude so that his desires would be extinguished.

For countless years he was nothing but a tool to destroy those of his kind, those wretched vermin who dared to call themselves vampires. For years beyond counting Alucard stopped wanting anything for himself, restlessly hoping and searching for an end to his pitiful immortal life.

There had been none that rose up to his expectations, and he vowed to only relinquish his life to one who truly deserved it. Yet now as he looked into the bottomless pits of Ino's eyes, Alucard suddenly felt like the count that he one was, greedy and selfish, only looking on how to further his own personal gain and pleasure.

As he moved inside of her, his fingers digging into her hips and forming bruises in their wake, Alucard wanted. He wanted something, truly wanted for the first time in years. And as his shadows kept her suspended in the air and kept her arms bound above her head, Alucard wondered what would happen if he were to bite her?

Would she become a child of the night although she was not a virgin?

Would the purity of her blood defeat the curse of the vampire, or will she succumb and become a mindless ghoul?

As he licked her neck and relished at her fluttering pulse all he could think was that he would give the world and all its wretched humans to have this one.

And as he felt her pussy tightening around him in a series of delicious spasms he knew that despite his selfish desires, he must never do that; he will never damn her to the same existence as he had, even if that meant never seeing her again. Beyond all comprehension he knew that he could not tie her to him, and that thought made him wand to gauge his eyes out in frustration.

And so as he pulled her toward him and listened to her wildly beating heart, Alucard allowed himself one last moment of pleasure before he would forever deny it.

He will set her free….soon.

A/N: this is all I have for now, but I am working on the continuation. Let me know what you think, and please do not kill me for leaving you hanging for so long last time! :D