The Seldom Seen

AN:Here's the second part of my New Years gift as promised! I hope y'all like it, but I warn you I'm a bit tired, so forgive me if this one seems a bit ... off today. If you follow my other story, I'll be uploading the next chapter in just a moment.
Thanks for sticking with me during the long wait on this update. (heart) I can't promise when the next one will be, but suggestions help until inspiration strikes. :]

21: Noodle

Seras Victoria couldn't move, couldn't even open her eyes, and it was a good thing she didn't need to breathe because even her lungs lacked the will to suck in the air necessary for audible speech. Crap.

A weight shifted on the bed and her senses exploded with painful tingling as her Master's presence brushed across her over sensitized nerves. Unable to cringe at the uncomfortable sensation, or even purse her lips, the blonde fledgling lay helplessly atop her mattress; with her mind going a mile a minute.

"Ahh, my little Police Girl. What a mess you've gotten yourself into, hm?" His voice crooned into her ear, colored richly by malicious amusement. "Why, you're as limp as a noodle. I could tie ropes to you and use you as a marionette."

Oh lord… 'Mastter!' She complained, a hint of pleading in her mental voice. His answer was to laugh. Oh dear, this didn't bode well for her at all.

Moments later she felt something slightly rough curl around one wrist, then the other, another two coiling around her upper arms, and encasing her thighs and ankles. Fuck.

'Master!'

"What can you do to stop me, Police Girl?" He mocked, and her body jerked upright to dangle awkwardly by her elbows held even to her shoulders. '…Can you at least open my eyes?' She whined pitifully, resigned to be used as her Master's toy for the evening.

"I'll consider it." He replied wickedly, her body jumping awkwardly as he pulled the rope-strings to make her limp limbs move. Minutes – though it felt more like hours – passed like this with her Master chuckling at odd intervals, she assumed it was at the reactions of the house staff as he paraded her through the halls as his life sized puppet.

She heard a door creak and the familiar sting of Sir Integra's cigar smoke tickled her nostrils. Seconds passed in silence before she heard the woman sigh in aggravation, "What are you doing to her, Servant?"

Seras felt herself dance a jig, and wished she could complain or frown or do anything. "Isn't it obvious, my Master?" He crooned in response and Seras felt herself go flying through the air only to jerk to a halt by the ropes on her upper arms pulling taut. She flopped bonelessly back, and winced internally. That last stunt pulled something in her back, she was sure of it.

"I can see that. Why are you doing it?" Integra asked with forced calm.

"Because I can."

Seras could swear she heard the blonde woman growl! After a moment she felt his fingers on her face moving her eyelids up to give her an uncomfortably close view of her Master's mad grinning face.

"What is wrong with her?" Sir Integra asked after a moment, and Seras swiveled on her rope-strings to look at the Hellsing heiress.

"Oh, nothing serious." Her Sire hummed nonchalantly, manipulating Seras' limbs to spin in rather nauseatingly fast circles.

Integra's silence, and a brief blurry glimpse of her face showed her unimpressed stare at her vampire, waiting for him to elaborate.

"She needs blood." He continued obligingly, halting his fledgling's twirling to instead have her do an odd jig that involved her arms crossed over her chest and her legs flinging out in rapid succession. Urgh, she was starting to feel sick.

"Well then feed her already." Integra sounded frustrated, and the smell of smoke increased ten fold as she puffed away on her cigar.

"And spoil my fun, Master?" His voice overflowed with mock innocence, and Seras managed to roll her eyes at his theatrics.

"That is an order, Servant. Feed your fledgling her blood and stop this undignified behavior at once." The human snapped, slamming her fists on her desk.

Her Master grinned, and jerked her strings to send her flying into his grasp. He bowed, taking her with him as he vanished into the floor, "Yes, my Master, as you wish."

When they arrived back at the lower levels, he trussed her up to have her hanging upside down by the root-lid of her coffin-bed. If she were human, the blood rushing to her face might've made her pass out at this point.

'Master!' She complained through their bond, sending out waves of discontent.

"Hush, fledgling. All in good time." He admonished, and began to search through her belongings before finding the laptop she'd bought last week. Well, 'bought' may be stretching the truth a little… The family was dead anyways, and no one would miss it as it had barely been used. She refused to feel guilty for it, damnit.

Darkness coagulated in her Sire's hand, forming a DVD case that she thought she recognized as a horror movie. He inserted the disk and set it to play, lounging indolently across her bed with the laptop facing them both.

Seras had a craving for her crazy straw now. Alucard's laughter mocked her in response to that urge, and she grumbled mentally only to be shushed for being too loud during the movie.

Blood, screams, and varying low to high grade levels of special effects bored into her brain for a solid two hours before it ended. 'Now, Master?'

As nice as it was to 'spend time' with him… hanging upside down and unable to move really put a damper on things. The way he laughed at the grisly deaths didn't help either.

"Impatient little thing aren't you?" He smirked and a blood pack materialized, with her crazy straw sticking out of the top. He was indulgent enough to stick the straw in her mouth, and she found the strength to suck it down (up) greedily.

…She still couldn't move, but that was more because he trussed her so thoroughly rather than being too weak. "Masterrr…" God it was good to hear her own voice outside of her head.

Rather than respond he simply untied the ropes mooring her to the lid of the four poster coffin and flipped her right side up in his arms. He began to walk despite her protests and they vanished into the wall to appear in his chambers. He settled into his throne and draped her across his lap like some sort of trophy wife.

"A trophy wife, Police Girl?" His chuckle tickled across her ear in warm puffs of air, and she squirmed.

"I thought you were going to untie me…" She grumbled, looking away from his smug face, a bright flush lighting her cheeks.

He nipped her teasingly, and she knew he enjoyed the way she jumped like a skittish colt. "Sir Integra never said anything about that in her orders, fledgling. It's only undignified if someone sees it, and you, my dear, don't count."

The thought 'it's a good thing I'm not into bondage' crossed her mind, and she yelped in humiliation when he whispered "it's a pity" against the nape of her neck.

"Maaasterrrr..!"