Bible Black Fan Fiction / Hellsing Fan Fiction / InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Tale of Akanesuji ❯ Do You Want My Blood? ( Chapter 2 )

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This chapter is dedicated to a very special friend: Well honey, why settle for one when you can have two?!!

 

 

London

Hellsing Organization

 

“Alucard,” Sir Integra called his name lightly, knowing that the No Life King would appear. She sat at her desk while Walter poured the tea, a finishing cigar at her lips. With a last drawn breath she lifted it and extinguished it in the Waterford crystal ashtray.

 

He walked in from the shadows, as dramatic as ever. It started with his glowing eyes, and then the brim of his hat. Integra wondered to herself when he would ever take that damn thing off inside, but would not openly say it out loud. She would allow him a dumb simple pleasure, since he had so few. When his coat and shoe tips could be seen, she barely blinked. Every time it gave her the chills. Every time he knew it. Every time, she knew he knew it.

 

“What is it today, Master,” he purred. When she called his name, it meant something pleasurable, wither it was a job or another opportunity to mentally spar with her. Her voice could make him come in his pants, if only she would call his name a little more passionately. He stood in front of her desk like a school boy, glad his glasses covered his hungry eyes.

 

“We will be having a visitor tonight. I want to brief you,” she said.

 

It was work, but he could live with that. Work meant killing. Killing meant blood. Blood meant satisfaction. He raised his head a little higher, allowing the incandescent lighting of the room fall on his cheek bones and chin.

 

“A member of the United Nations Human Protection Division will be arriving at ten. They have already sent her dossier over and I want your honest opinion.”

 

That was a surprise, she never wanted his opinion on anything, unless of course it was something she had little or no experience with. She would draw on his centuries of knowledge and use it for herself. He did not mind. She was his master after all. Throwing the thin manila folder to the end of the desk, she watched him pick it up and pretend to glance over it.

 

“Stop it, Alucard.” she commanded. “I do not find your psychic interrogation of me amusing.”

 

The vampire only smiled and bowed his head politely. “I wanted to know why you really asked me here.”

 

“I told you, servant. Do not forget who is in charge here.”

 

Alucard turned his eyes to the Times New Roman print out, which included a photograph. Her name was Akitasuji Akane, a Japanese demon hunter. She had fake blue colored eyes, a very short black hair cut and very pale white skin. Likely a fake. All of the higher level operatives were. “Red Dog is her name?”

 

“Actually Alucard,” Walter interjected, “It's Red Striped Dog.”

 

“Not a very pretty name for such a pretty woman.” He ground his voice just a little in an effort to make his master jealous. Sadly, it didn't seem to work.

 

“I am sure it is not her real name,” the butler added. Everyone looked to each other in agreement.

 

“Says here she is a class A demon. No binders.”

 

“Yes. She claims she is Shinto, not Buddhist. She cannot be held with Catholic or Protestant craft. I think she may be a godless soul. Her Kami have no control over her.”

 

“Yes....” Alucard hissed. This Red Dog woman could be so much fun. Killing the unrighteous brought him orgiastic pleasure. In his mind he pictured their utter shock at being sent to Heaven or Hell's gates, only to find their gods taunting them for their disbelief and not allowing them eternal rest. What delicious torture that was. “Why is she here, Master. We have not asked for help, nor do we expect it from the U.N.”

 

“They sent her here under the premise of infiltrating the werewolves of London, but I really suspect she is here to collect information about Hellsing and pass it on to the U.N.” Sir Integra added a single sugar cube to her cup of tea and started stirring it lazily with her spoon, careful not to hit the cup and make an uncouth ring. “They have yet to have an effective diplomat with our organization who could gain them an advantage.”

 

Even better, this bitch was now his enemy. How utterly, blood boiling delicious.

 

“I want you to keep an eye on her Alucard. Walter will tend to her needs, but I need your...special psychic abilities...to find out her real motives.”

 

Alucard nodded. He was unhappy that she had said “keep an eye on her”. That meant he had to play with her first, kill her second...well...that wouldn't be so bad.

 

“And dont get any ideas Alucard. I know you like the back of my own hand. You will not. I repeat. You will NOT send her back to the U.N. raving like a paranoid schizophrenic. We do not need them investigating us further.”

 

Well that fucked up that plan. Sir Integra really did know him all too well.

 

After all, it took one psychotic to know another.

 

“May I keep this?” the vampire asked, holding up the folder a little higher.

 

“My pleasure. Shred it when you are finished.”

 

“My pleasure.”

 

Alucard sat in his dark, dank hovel of a room on a chair that was nearly half his age. His feet were propped up on the table, his hat thrown over his coffin style bed, his coat jacket laid there as well. He had a satisfied smirk on his face from dicking with police girl's mind and was in a randy mood. Opening up the folder he studied the face of the red dog woman, finding her features terribly exotic. She had those cold, slanted eyes and high cresting cheek bones so familiar on oriental faces. Her lips were small but full. A second photo in the dossier was of her eating at a restaurant, obviously not knowing she was being spied on.

 

She was rather tall for a Japanese, he guessed average for a European or American. She wore tight hugging jeans and a red thin knitted turtleneck. Her hair was longer in this picture, and it fluffed out everywhere. No wonder the bitch kept it cut short. It looked like a damn Pomeranian's. He noticed that her nails were longer too, curved a little under as she grasp chop sticks in her hands. She was laughing and smiling, slapping her hand on the table in a fit of giggles with a sparkle in her blue eyes. For a demon killer, she sure seemed jovial. Alucard cracked a sick grin. He would wipe that smile off her face.

 

He rested the dossier on the table and focused on her face, searching...searching to see where she was at in England. She had to already be here in country if she was to come to the building this evening. He looked for a woman with bright fake blue eyes and pale skin...black hair. He could not find her.

 

With frustration he started looking for a woman with brown eyes, pale skin and black hair. He had little luck there either. No one had the same facial structure. This psychic search was starting to go no where and it was pissing him off. England was his domain damn it.

 

He settled on finding a woman with her eyes closed...that would expand the field of choices. Yes..there she was...he heard her name being said by a human...a soldier or something similar. She was skipping though customs, showing an I.D. Badge. She had full diplomatic credentials.

 

Her mind was...cloudy. It wasn't as simple to read as a humans. There were images floating on the surface, repeated sentences, mixed up emotions. Everything ran over and over again like a broken record. It wasn't that she was emotionally distressed, it was just how her mind ran. When she sat down in the tax cab, he could tell she was fiddling with a ring on her finger...a gold and silver ring. A wedding ring. He knew that it was new. She had just gotten it last night. She admired the large ruby and diamond combination. She had a since of remorse.

 

Remorse was an emotion he could play with, twisting it into something vile and inhuman.

 

In the back seat she hiked up her skirt, touching herself and filling her mind with images of lust and passion. Men with black hair, men with white hair covered her, soft strands engulfing her like a blanket. Men with tattoos and demonic markings. When she pinched her own nipples through her white shirt, Alucard's curiosity peaked and he pushed just a little harder to get into her jumbled mind.

 

Everything was becoming very clear now, the images very concise. She envisioned sucking the cock of a dog. A big, white fluffy dog. And then it was a horse-man and his big black cock. Then it was something about the horse-man filling her while she continued to take in the canine's member down her throat until his come ran out her nose, choking her and making her quit breathing.

 

What a sick bitch.

 

When her fingers found her clit under her thin panties, she pinched and pulled at it roughly. Alucard found himself with a raging hard on between his thin, lanky legs. She was dreaming of being bitten all around her neck, blood pouring down her body while the dog licked it up. The horse-man pulled out and fucked her up the ass while the dog licked her cunt mercilessly, teeth biting soft flesh and leaving her skin bruised red.

 

Alucard felt something wet on his leg. He had ejaculated without ever touching himself.

 

Cunt. She somehow knew what kinds of smut turned him on. He heard a moaning orgasmic sigh and the images went silent. Her mind clouded over back to mundane thoughts and sentences, little news reels and movie soundtracks that repeated over and over again.

 

He pulled off his pants and licked the white froth off of them. Sending these to Walter to wash would be too embarrassing. He could always just morph out and back again because he had total control of his garments that way, but there was something bothersome about doing that right now. At this moment, he was feeling particularly human and wanted to sink his own rehardened cock into someone or something. Being a puddled mass of eyes and supernatural goo meant spreading his nerve endings out and separating them. Being in human form though meant all of his nerve clusters were connected deep in his prick where he could throughly enjoy them.

 

Grabbing his dick in hand, he viciously squeezed and thought of his Sir Integra. How stiff and unrelenting she was. So majestic. So virginal. He reached out with his mind to find her at her desk, writing all those boring budget papers she seemed to adore more than him. He imagined himself sniffing her sweet little box, though he would never...ever... cross that line.

 

How he longed to make her into a dirty whore who would beg for him. Plead for him. Dominate him. Beat him. Torture him. Slice him. Dice him. Make him whine for it. Jesus Chris in Heaven that woman owned his ass in so many...many...ways.

 

He took a dull butter knife off the table and shoved it up his ass, letting the blood flow down his legs as he orgasmed across the table. “Police Girl,” he called out. “Do you want my blood?”

 

Seras turned over in her own bed towards the wall and gave a sigh. “Oh Master. I am still not ready.”

 

Alucard only laughed.