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Alucard's POV:

I inhaled her scent deeply as I lay down in my coffin. It lingered on the shirt I had teasingly switched with her own, invading my sinuses with its fragrant odor. I remembered the tiny glimpse of her soft skin, and shook my head rapidly. She was CERTAINLY off limits in any regard involving me, whether it was talking or training, let alone the kind of thoughts I curiously was wondering right now. How she might act if I touched her like a lover would, caressing her skin and hair passionately. How she might react if I took her like a man. How her hands might feel, roving across me and exploring my skin. How- I growled, summoning a blood pack from the table and ripping it open. It did not help at all, as I was only reminded of her sweet virgin's blood and how stale and tasteless this was compared to it. I snarled, making a puppet-like version of her and beating it without mercy. I finally slammed it to the ground, panting and feeling sated, for the moment at least. It whimpered, reaching towards empty air in an attempt to get away from me and I frowned. Even though it was nothing more than an image, the sight of Flora in so much pain pricked at something in my chest and I banished the image in a puff of smoke, scowling.

Why did thoughts of her have to haunt me? What was so different about her that made her stand out against the weak, greedy throng of humanity? Was it her strange fascination with violence? The way she tried to face down what she couldn't deal with? The way she laughed when she got someone else in trouble? The way those achingly soft lips moved as she said my name, one hand planted on her slender curving hips as she growled, stormy blue eyes radiating anger? I snarled, shaking my head again. I needed to blow off some steam, and I phased back, intending to push Flora into a raging fit. I stopped when I saw her angrily hunched over already, the scent of unshed tears lingering in the air. Curious, I listened for what she was muttering to herself. "Please let my family be okay while I'm gone and help them stay safe. Amen." she whispered, scrubbing at her face rapidly like she was trying to erase her moment of weakness. "You didn't strike me as a very pious person when I first saw you." I said frankly, and she shrugged. "Growing up Catholic some habits stay with you, even when you think it's a stupid idea." I chuckled. "I would dearly love to hear the story behind that." I purred, snagging a chair and sitting down. "Fine, since you'll probably agree with me." she said, propping herself up.

"I don't think I will..." I taunted her, and she scowled. "If you see the sense in my theory, you will leave me alone with the creepy jokes and the stripping." she snarled, and I smirked at her. "And if I don't?" I challenged, and she frowned. "Umm..." she muttered, mind obviously coming up blank. "Oh, I have an interesting idea." I purred. "If your theory makes sense, I will leave you alone. If it doesn't..." I grinned at her wider. "You have to spend the night with me in my coffin." She gulped, but didn't back down, showing another flash of her Hellsing genes as she shook my hand. "Deal." she said nervously, and I leaned back, waiting for her to begin. "Okay, so the bad guys go to hell and the good people go to heaven, right? So first off, what happens to the people who were kinda in the middle? Does everyone go to heaven because they just weren't bad enough for hell? And another thing, they're all bad guys in hell, right? No good ones." I inclined my head, indicating a yes.

"Well, what interest would they have in beating each other up? They're all on the same side aren't they? You're chucking some of the world's nastiest evil creeps in there, all alone, with nothing to do but plot against their enemies...it's a wonder we haven't already had an apocalypse. See what I mean? Christianity is a stupid idea." she said triumphantly. "I don't get one word of that." I told her bluntly, which was true, because I had blocked out her little speech to increase my chances of winning. "I'll be waiting tonight..." I sang teasingly, phasing through the walls.

***Time Skip***

"Welcome." I purred, bowing Flora in as she dragged a blanket and a pillow. She glared at me hazily. "I took a pill so I'm going to sleep sooner." she muttered, trudging towards my coffin. I feigned hurt. "Is my company so displeasurable that you drugged yourself rather than face me?" I said in pretend shock, and she thumped down on the stone floor. "Not a drug...melatonin..." she mumbled sleepily. I made a sound of understanding. "Well then, come join me." I purred, beckoning her over to my throne. Due to her inebriated state, she didn't argue and sat down at my feet. "No...sit here." I told her, patting my knee. She shrugged and got up, draping herself across my lap and leaning against me tiredly. I grinned, enjoying this to the hilt. "Here." I crooned, placing a wineglass in her hand and taking my own up. She held it carefully, looking warily at the contents. "It's not blood." I told her, sipping at my glass, which did contain it.

She sipped it cautiously, and then blinked. "Is this alcohol?" she muttered, looking at it in surprise. "It's some wine." I said carelessly, shifting her in top of me so she was basically straddling me, although she hadn't noticed. "I don't know..." she said, looking worried. "I'm not old enough yet." I smirked. "You are plenty old enough for alcohol...and what comes with it." I said suggestively, nudging my legs upward to move her closer to me. "But..." she said, still looking uncertain. "Unless you have an extremely low threshold for it, this won't get you drunk in the slightest." I said impatiently, and she smiled hesitantly and drank it a little more normally.

I watched as she slowly gulped the wine down, then put my glass on the table and pulled her snug against me, her body fitting nicely into mine. "See, you aren't drunk at all." I told her, sliding my hands down her back. "Then why am I letting you touch me?" she asked sleepily, hands limp at her sides. "You're just a bit tired, that's all. May I have some blood?" I asked her, licking my lips. To my extreme disappointment she shook her head. "No. My blood." she said possessively, hugging herself. "Please?" I asked her grabbing her chin and looking deep into her eyes pleadingly. She shook her head stubbornly. "Nuh uh. Don't have enough after mission." she slurred. I sighed in disappointment and placed her head on my chest again, waiting for her to drop off to sleep.

Integra's POV:

I stormed through the hallways, looking for Flora. She had disappeared from her room last night and no one seemed to know where she was. 'Alucard.' I called sharply, and he answered sleepily. 'What?' I growled. 'Flora's missing from her room.' He chuckled. 'You mean she didn't tell you? Maybe she was looking forward to it after all.' My eye twitched. 'Where is she and what did you do to her?' I snapped, and he grinned. 'Come down and see for yourself.' he taunted, and cut the link. I stomped down to the basement and pounded on his door. He didn't come out and I wrenched it open, seeing his coffin open and heading for it. Flora was cuddled up to his shirtless chest, sleeping, and he had one hand over her ears, looking down on her with a smug expression. "You'll wake her up if you continue with that racket." he admonished, and I snarled.

"What the hell is my heir doing in your coffin!?" I growled, and he grinned. "Isn't it obvious? She's sleeping." he said, shifting Flora so she was cradled in his arms and facing me. "Why is she sleeping THERE?" I snarled, and he grinned wider. "We had a little bet regarding religion, and she lost. This was her punishment." he purred, rubbing Flora's hair. She frowned in her sleep and punched his chest, muttering about her "stupid pillow". His smirk only grew. "You're welcome to join us if you like." he said, and I yanked out my pistol and almost fired a round into his skull, but was stopped by the reminder that Flora did need her sleep and would not be happy I woke her up. "Did you touch her?" I said finally, looking away. He chuckled. "Even drugged and drunk she would have ordered me to stop. Besides, I value her companionship and don't want anything to take her from me." As he said this he gently twirled a lock of Flora's hair, sniffing it. I just stood there, thunderstruck. Never had Alucard shown this degree of stubbornness before, let alone over a human. "She does not belong to you." I said through gritted teeth, and he smirked. "Does she now? Then whom does she belong to?" he said, nuzzling her. "Stop doing that." I grated out, and he looked up at me. "Do what?"

I stared him down. "You know exactly what I mean. Flora is not your plaything; she is next in the Hellsing line and your future master. Stop touching her like that." I said, seeing him ignore me and rub Flora's back. "But she is asleep. She does not object in her sleep, and besides, she's lonely." he said matter-of-factly, and I gaped at him. "How could you possibly know that?" I growled, and he smoothed her hair away from her face. "She's a teenager used to the world at her fingertips through media. Here she is cut off from anyone and everyone her own age. And before you say it, she doesn't use the computer to talk to other people. I can hear her sometimes in her sleep. She's lonely." I gaped at him. "Well, get her some friends then." I snapped, seeing a solution. He chuckled. "Master, have you been alone so long? You cannot simply "get some" friends like you do at the pet store; you have to bond with them. Something poor young Flora here knows very little about."

I scowled. "Oh?" He rocked Flora a little, nuzzling her again. "She talks in her sleep. I doubt she has had more than ten or twelve friends in her entire life, and that is the total count for anyone she was ever friends with, never mind the few she has now. I'm flattered that she considers me a friend, although less so about her list of punishments for me when she wakes up." I sighed, shaking my head. "If you EVER repeat this again, I will lock you in the basement. Make sure she gets up at a decent hour." I warned him, taking my leave. His laughter filled the room behind me as I slammed the door shut, feeling extremely cranky.

Flora's POV:

"Young master..." There was a voice. "Young master, it is time to get up." It wasn't a weekday, and who was this person? Why did he call me master? "Master, wake up." I felt myself being lifted off my warm pillow and wiggled, trying to get back. "I wish to sleep with you more as well, but it is time to get up." I shook my head. "Go 'way Alucard." I moaned, burrowing into my blankets. "How can I do that with you on top of me?" he teased, and I blinked my eyes open. I was indeed lying on him, draped across his chest with my arms hugging him like a teddy bear. "Master, if you're lonely I'm sure I could help. You are already in bed with me." he purred, and I gacked at him. "Creep." I winced and looked away, seeing that once again he had no shirt on. He smirked, gently grabbing the back of my head and forcing it down. "Humor me." he said, laying me just under his chin. I growled but knew where resistance would get me.

"I wanna get up now." I said, placing my hands on his chest and pushing, trying to get him to let go. "But I thought you wanted to sleep here with me?" he purred, grabbing my hands instead and pulling them back to the previous position. "I did when I thought you were outside." I snapped, going limp. "Did you now..." he said mockingly, and I growled at him. "Whatever. Take me to the kitchen, I'm hungry." I barked, and he grabbed my hand, phasing me there with a smug grin on his face. I started pouring some milk and cereal out, ignoring him, and sat down to eat. He sat across from me, grinning. I flicked a glance at him, and then looked back down to my cereal. "Shirt on." I mumbled, yawning. He frowned. "I don't follow." I growled. "You. Shirt. On." I snarled, pointing to his bare chest. He sighed, his shirt suddenly appearing on his torso. "You are denying your attraction?" he purred, leaning closer to me. "I am denying you on a molecular level. Shut up and let me be grouchy in peace." I hissed at him, munching my cereal. He chuckled, but remained silent so I could plot in relative quiet.

"Can you shrink?" I asked him after a bit. He blinked. "Why?" I slurped some milk from the bottom of my bowl. "It's less expensive to dunk you in molten silver that way." I explained, and he smirked. "Thinking up my punishment I see. Can you fight?" I snorted. "You'd like it if I tried hitting you." He pouted for a moment, and I blinked. "Do you know where Walter is?" I asked him, putting my dishes on the counter. "Maybe..." he drawled, putting his hands behind his head and leaning back. "Fine, don't help." I growled at him, starting to walk out the door. I was suddenly spun around, facing him with both of his hands on my shoulders. "I meant what I said. If you're lonely, I can help." he said seriously, letting go. I blinked. He mocks me and then tries to help me? Jeez this guy is confusing.

"Nah, I'm good." I lied, crossing my fingers behind my back and edging away. He nodded slowly, glancing at my hands, and then turning away. I quickly darted out of the room, looking for Walter. I found him taking my tea tray back to the kitchen, and apologized for not being in my bed. "Think nothing of it. Did you need something?" I took a deep breath. "Is it okay if I use the kitchen for a little bit?" I asked him, and he frowned. "What for?" I bent forward and whispered in his ear about my theory, and he chuckled and told me I could use the kitchen as long as I wanted to. I beamed happily, scampering off.