Hellsing Fan Fiction ❯ A Vow of Obligation ❯ Part 1 ( Chapter 1 )

AN: Okay, my first attempt at a lemon between these two, which is insanely hard. There always seems to be some level of OOCness whenever I go to do revisions. I tried to keep them as in character as possible but, key word is tried.

'Someone's thoughts' "Telepathy"

The rain fit her mood perfectly, or so she felt. Integra let a sigh escape past her lips as the cool rain pelted down on her in stinging sheets. The rain would have normally ruined the dress she was wearing, but the bloodstains had already seen to that. She probably looked a sight; Sir Integra Hellsing, up on the roof of the manor, letting the rain drench her in her bloodstained wedding dress. She felt a smirk twist her lips slightly at the irony and closed her eyes as she titled her head up the to clouds, as if the rain could wash away the day's events. She was supposed to have gotten married that morning to the heir of Stratford, a young man that had only been knighted six months ago. What with that fact about her husband-to-be and the fact that four of the Knights of the Round Table had resigned/retired after the Incognito incident, leaving young novices in their places, Alucard had been torturing her constantly over how Hellsing was apparently becoming the "Baby Knights Day Care Services". To say that she has wasted many a round on his sorry corpse lately was an understatement. Not that any of it mattered, she wouldn't be marrying the man now, the blood spattered on her entire right side was a testament to that.

Integra had been told of her engagement over tea with the Queen herself; the moment an argument started from her lips the Queen mentioned something of Hellsing's funding being under threat, and Integra had quickly shut her mouth. She grudgingly met her fiancé two weeks later; he had been informed of her 'family business' and so they figured it was best to met at the manor, incase of an emergency. Alucard had been positively rooting for the man to be some bookish, naive, gun-shy boy, still on the last stretch of puberty. Integra had silently hoped that the Queen had more sense than that, but she wasn't holding her breath. None of them however had been prepared to see the dashing, smiling thirty year-old that had walked into the manor that day.

His polite and courteous manor, Daemon's that is, had taken Integra pleasantly by surprise. For a good portion of the afternoon they had an amiable private tea on the balcony, or what was supposed to be a private tea. Integra had felt Alucard's presence during the entire meal, hovering behind her in the shadows, listening to every word, and just waiting to castrate the man across from her if he even so much as blinked wrong. Integra was not blind to her pet's almost obsessive protectiveness of her, especially around men. There wasn't a whole lot she could do about it however; he had been like that since he had first been released from the dungeon. In spite of that, her fiancé left the manor unharmed and quite intact, saying something sentimental about how hard the coming weeks before their marriage would be, or some such rot. By that time, despite the pleasantness of his company, Integra wanted nothing more than to get back to work; she had spent far too much time entertaining him as it was. And no matter how charming he seemed, he really wasn't worth taking any more time from her work for.

The next four weeks had been a rush of hurried plans and hasty fittings; the one that had taken the longest was her dress. The Queen had insisted upon paying for it, saying that is was her gift, and Integra didn't argue; the damn wedding was costing her enough as it was by that time. Seras had done her hair in an updo with just a few wisps of hair framing her face and brushing her neck. The kitchen staff had been put in charge of catering the reception. Alucard, seemed different around her, almost, for a lack of better term, sulking. He only seemed his usually self when receiving his orders for a mission.

The day started off smoothly with Walter walking her up the isle in place of her father. Alucard was there of course, sulking in the shadows at the back of the small church that was on the outskirts of London. She had just made it up to the front of the church, her arm in that of her soon-to-be-husband, when the double doors of the church were slammed open. Integra had only had time to look over her shoulder before about fifty gun barrels opened fire on the alter. She was only grazed on the cheek in the spit second it took Alucard to get to her, her groom however was not that fortunate. His body had been pierced an untold amount of times almost instantly, covering both the alter in front of him and herself in an ungodly amount of blood before his body collapsed to the ground. She and Alucard never saw it hit as he grabbed her and threw both of them into the empty, built in baptistery behind the alter. The culprits were not caught.

She couldn't honestly say that she wasn't happy about not being married, but for anyone that had been a nasty way to die. 'Well, at least it had almost been instantaneous for him'; she did, however, feel sorry for his family. Obviously the Queen had been notified for she called upon Integra's return to Hellsing and she had been obviously distressed with the events, but Integra assured her that she could endure the trauma. After Her Majesty's call, everything that had happened really began to sink in, which is what prompted Integra's decision for a 'cold shower'. At least that way she would be guaranteed to be alone, for a while at any rate. Her hair was still up the way Seras had put it, though it had become staggeringly heavy on the back of her head. The only real change in her appearance as she stood on the roof was that she had taken her glasses off, holding them loosely in one hand.

'Damn them all to hell…' she thought to herself. She was commissioned by God and the Queen to protect the people; apparently that now meant from any association with her as well. Had Daemon been a soldier under her command and died in battle, she would have been able to take his death better. As it was however, he had been killed solely for his connection with her. And the only reason he was even connected with her was because of her duty, her damn duty to have an heir to carry on the Hellsing line. If not for duty, Daemon would be off somewhere, dating a girl that suited him; not being killed at the alter because countless vampire lords wanted nothing more than to torture his bride a little bit out of a sense of malicious vengeance. She had never hated herself and her duty as she did then; she obviously hadn't felt anything significant for him, but he was a decent person who didn't deserve to die that way. And, to top it off, she wouldn't have wasted so much money on something as frivolous as a wedding; the money would have gone to where it was supposed to, silver bullets. 'If I could ask for one favor when I die,' Integra grumbled inwardly as her grip around her glasses tightened visibly, 'I want to make a brief visit to who is responsible for this and shove a red hot poker up their ass.'

"My, my. Such happy thoughts from the blushing bride…" A deep, rough voice rippled across her mind. Integra lowered her head and gazed straight ahead of her.

"How many times have I told you not to read my mind Alucard?" She asked coolly.

"About 138 times," His voice was thick with mirth as he materialized beside her, "just within this year."

Integra didn't even glance at the tall, red-clad figure beside her. "Then I trust I don't have to tell you again."

She heard Alucard click his tongue. "How can I possibly resist reading your thoughts my Master? You always think of such interesting things."

Integra finally turned to face her pet vampire, the ghost of smirk playing upon her lips. She noted that except for his sunglasses, he was wearing his normal grab, which was quickly taking on water. Only ten years of control kept her from laughing outright at how ridiculous he looked as the brim of his hat started to sag. "So you've told me in the past. I tell you no and it just makes you want to do it more. Just like a small child."

Alucard let out a bark of laughter. "You are in rare form tonight Miss Hellsing." She snorted at the comment and looked away again.

"I've had a hell of a day; I have to take it out on someone." She heard him make an agreeing noise.

Alucard drank in the odd sight of his Master; tiny wisps of hair clung to her face and exposed neck as rain trickled from her soaked hair down her exotic skin. He merely watched the small rivulets course their winding ways across her skin for a few moments before his thoughts moved elsewhere. Her gown was of a slightly Renaissance style that he was fairly happy with, even if he was not happy with the reason she was wearing it. It hugged and flattered every curve of her body, showing off her slim figure; everything that she tried to hide in her usual suits, it was a pleasant change. The gown's bodice tightly hugged her trim waist and came up and ended just above her bosom with a thin strap running from one side of her bust, around behind her neck, and then to the other side. It left much of her upper body uncovered, a fact that he was sure she was uncomfortable with. Not to mention that it displayed probably more cleavage than she'd ever shown in her life. The exposed skin of her arms, shoulders and face were flushed to a dusky hue from the stinging rain. The bodice ended abruptly above her hips where her skirt flowed out loosely to brush the ground around her feet, the pure white satin was marred, however, by heavy streaks and splatters of blood on her one side. The blood was darker now, looking almost like mud more than blood as it had dried and settled into the fabric. But he remembered it, as it was not even an hour ago; true, pure red blood, still warm, splattered across her face, neck and arm.

He had never wanted her so badly as he had then.

The desire he felt for his Master was not something foreign to him, he had wanted her since he first laid eyes on her, even as the young girl she was then. But he had done nothing; he stood by her side as her ultimate weapon as he watched her bare her burden and grow up to be the woman she now was. And as much as his master tried to hide it under her men's suits, she was very much a woman. Integra was not ignorant of the fact that he desired her; he had made it obvious enough over the years to the point that it was well known throughout the organization, to the veterans at least. A temptation here, an offer there; his taunts seemed to always lead in that direction anymore. But that morning had been entirely different. When he had gotten a good look at her in that baptistery at the church, he'd wanted nothing more than to pin her down and lick the blood off every inch of her body until she writhed underneath him. With the style of her dress and her hair, everything about her screamed of times long past to him that the world would never see again but seemed manifested in her this once. She was a perfect blend of modern ideas and old traditions, of wicked enticement and untouched innocence. The vampire in him had been screaming at him all day to change her, to take her and make her his; but he had no desire to take his Master against her will. No, the last Hellsing would come to him of her own violation.

"I need a cigar…" Alucard heard her mumble under her breath and a thought occurred to him.

"Come to think of it, you haven't had one all day have you?" He didn't wait for her to answer before he asked mockingly, "Going through withdraws my Master?" He pulled off his waterlogged hat and tossed it without looking off to the side, Integra noted that she didn't hear it land.

The sun lowered behind the thick wall of dark clouds unnoticed as Integra 'Hmphed' at him before she turned to glare at him. Alucard grinned manically as he felt waves of agitation flow off his Master while his crimson eyes clashed with her cerulean ones. Her anger was almost as delicious as her blood; the way it radiated throughout her entire being, sending her blood coursing through her veins at a maddening rate, yet was held back by a thin wall of restraint. He often tired to deliberately bait her, torment her to shouting, or until she shot at him, just to feel her delectable emotions.

"You wish." She said coldly, bringing him out of his thoughts. "I merely need to relieve some stress." His Master smirked at him as her eyes narrowed slightly. "You'd do well as a target, which would achieve the same results. But seeing as how I am without my pistol at the moment, it is not an option."

"Stress, my Master?" he asked her needlessly. He knew how much stress there actually was in her life, he himself made a point to contribute to it quite frequently. He did not get the response the expected from her though. Integra looked away from him and put her hands on her hands on her elbows in an almost protective gesture.

"I'm tired." She said quietly. 'Tired of trying to meet what is expected of me because of my duty.'

She hadn't said the thought out loud; but he heard it all the same. Integra turned from him and walked away towards the steps that led back down into the manor. However, she jerked to a halt halfway to them and Alucard saw her hands tightened their grip on her elbows. His Master's head lowered until her gaze met the ground under her feet.

"You don't have to go back there yet, my Master." He said silkily to her as he stepped toward her, removing his soaked gloves as he went. "Back to the suits and paper work. Not yet."

"It is my duty," she whispered to the darkening night; she was slipping, she almost allowed her disgust to taint that last word.

Alucard ignored the way his Master stiffened as he sat his unclothed hands on her bare shoulders. She did not pull away, and Alucard took full advantage of it, as he had never been allowed to touch his Master; gloved or not. He could practically feel the blood coursing under her skin, brought so close to the surface by the stinging rain. Her skin was like living silk: warm and smooth and soft, twitching ever so slightly under his fingertips. Alucard looked up slightly and noticed his Master's crystal blue eyes watching him warily.

"It is your duty during the day, and until the missions are done at night. If you so desired, you could take the rest of the night for yourself. To do as you would." Alucard kneaded her upper arms lightly, very slowly inching his way toward her shoulders.

"What are you doing?" her voice was quiet, but the tone was unmistakably demanding.

"Methinks," he started silkily, "that Milady should not worry about pleasing everyone so much." He slid his hands down her arms, smoothing the small goose bumps that had risen along the way. He leaned his head down and breathed against her cheek, "And could use some relaxation."

"And methinks," she started similarly, mocking him. She turned her head away, taking her skin away from contact with his, "that the servant oversteps his bounds."

"Oh no, not at all." He whispered huskily, as he brought his hands back up her arms. He splayed his long fingers up along the sides of her throat. He used the tips of his index fingers to tilt her head up, exposing it more fully. Alucard felt her pulse pick up underneath his fingers as he watched her lips part slightly with a darkening gaze.

"After all," he purred in the velvety darkness of his voice, "is it not a servant's duty," Alucard slid his hands down slightly to knead the corded muscles where her neck joined her shoulders, "to please his Master any," he watched her eyelids droop almost to closing, but she still watched him, "way," Alucard dipped his head and brushed his lips over the sensitive spot just behind her ear, "she," Integra shivered slightly and Alucard pressed his lips against her ear and breathed, "desires?"

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AN: That last part is probably confusing, but I wasn't sure how else to put it and it still convey what I wanted. Oh well, please tell me what you guys think!!!