Hellsing Fan Fiction ❯ A Vow of Obligation ❯ Part 2 ( Chapter 2 )

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WARNING: there is some very dark, and twisted scenes in this toward the end, if you are looking for fluffy sex, this is not entirely your fic. Least to say this did not go the way I hag originally planned it. Please make sure you read the little notes directly below this.

`Someone's thoughts' "Telepathy" ~`Flashback conversation snippets.'~

A Vow of Obligation - Part II

She should have shot him. Would have shot him if she'd had her gun.

She should be mad, furious, with him for being so forward. He was overstepping his bounds to an extreme he had never crossed before by touching her. His hands were firmly kneading the base of her neck; his cool hands burned against her skin, which was flushed and felt almost raw from the pounding rain. She should have jerked away from his touch; pull away from him, stalk down to her rooms and change back into her suits, light a cigar, and start on the paperwork she knew was waiting for her in the office. In the back of her mind however she knew that the paperwork wasn't going to go anywhere and that no one would notice if she was a little less quick at responding to all the inquiries than normal. Either way she was going to get hell from the other knights; if she responded with her normal pace then they would accuse her of being a cold-hearted bitch, uncaring that her fiancé was murdered at the alter. If there were any length of a delay, they would label her as being far too sensitive as all women are, and therefore a hindrance to Hellsing's progress. After thinking about it for a moment, Integra decided she wanted to shock them and be accused of being too womanly for once. It would be a nice change.

~`After all, is it not a servant's duty to please his master, any way she desires?'~

Integra was not a frigid as to not feel her body's reaction to the implication of those terms, and she was well aware that they had had Alucard's desired effect upon her. The fact that he was currently nuzzling her ear only heightened those sensations, creating little shivers of pleasure that were trying to roll down her spine. But she had already slipped once, just moments before when the sensation of his cool, smooth lips on her skin had thrown her completely off kilter for a moment and allowed a shiver to pass over her. It had been a moment of weakness on her part, and she wasn't going to let it happen again. At least not without making sure she repaid him in kind for it.

~`A servant's duty…'~

"Do you intend to stay in that role for the entire night then?" She asked him snidely as she stepped out of his grasp before turning to face her pet vampire. Alucard grinned at her and bowed himself in a sweeping, if mocking show of gallantry.

"Oh yes indeed I do milady." His mad smirk edged into something else, something more erotic, as he stepped to close the distance between them again. "But I do think my Master needs to let someone else wield the reins for one night." Integra narrowed her gaze at him, but allowed him wrap his fingers around her upper arms, the tips grazing the sensitive skin at the back in a ghostly caress that raised goose bumps.

"I have no intention of being your mare Alucard." She told him matter-of-factly, he merely chuckled and pulled her to him savagely, wrapping one arm around her waist, the other coming up to entrench itself in her soaking hair.

"I would never ask such a thing of you, Integra." His face was mere inches from hers, by far the closest she could ever remember being to another being aside from her physician and parents. "I was merely making a reference."

"I think you missed the point of my comment." She smirked at him. "I have absolutely no intention of letting you be on top." He barked a laugh at her, his cool breath that was only required to make his vocal cords work washed over her face smelling only faintly of blood.

"And I have no intention of letting you take charge. We'll just have to see when we get there." Alucard locked his garnet eyes with hers and she knew it was his own odd way of seeking permission. Well, not permission, more like an admission that this wasn't just a game of tease and that it was going to actually lead somewhere. Integra smirked snidely at him and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pulling her body tighter against his.

"I suppose we will-" Alucard claimed her lips in a bruising kiss before she could finish. Integra grunted softly as the force of his kiss damn near sliced the inside of her lip on her own teeth. His lips did not seem as cold has his hands had, but then again he had been nuzzling her ear and neck. Alucard ran his tongue along the seam of her lips before pushing past them into her mouth. Integra met him stroke for stroke as he explored the cavern of her mouth and she his. She did take special care around his fangs, having no desire to gain a pierced tongue during the course of the evening.

To him, she tasted like tea spices with a bit of honey. `Hm. She puts honey in her tea very rarely, only when she is feeling a particularly large amount of stress.' He would have to remember to torment her later about having cold feet. Alucard felt her hands splay across his shoulders in an attempt to get leverage to pull him closer. He curled his fingers into the soaking mass of her hair while his palm rested against the side of her face as he broke the kiss only briefly. Integra took a brief gasp of air before his lips were slanting across hers again, this time with more ferocity, more hunger. There was no hesitation from her as her tongue eagerly fought with his and with just as much intensity. How often had he thought of this; of having her willingly in his arms and putting all the fierceness that she usually put into fighting into passion? His mind drifted back again to earlier in the day, recalling the blood that had spotted her dark skin. A growl slid out his throat as he thought of the blood of her enemies splattered in much the same way as they all lay dead at her feet. Dead by her own hand, `Then she would truly be beautiful.'

Alucard pressed his hips against hers, making his arousal all the more apparent as it pressed against her lower stomach through layers of clothing. Eyeing him as they kissed again, Integra purposefully ground her hips against his, effectively causing a friction that made him growl low in his throat. She did it again and he broke their kiss abruptly, but did not pull away. His crimson eyes seemed alight in the darkness now settled around them.

"Keep doing that," Alucard growled at her, "and we're going to end up fucking here on the roof." She scoffed at him and leaned back a bit.

"My Lord, you use such kind words to woo a maiden." Just to spite him, she slipped a leg in-between his and brushed directly against his groin.

"With the way you do that, I'm beginning to seriously doubt your maidenhood." He snarled out against her ear.

Lightning arched a blazing trail across the sky mere moments before thunder roared in their ears and shook more than a few windowpanes in the mansion. Integra warily eyed the radio antennas and other metal poles that sprouted proudly from the rooftop and into the dark sky.

"Meet me downstairs and I'll prove otherwise." She told him before turning and walking down the stairwell into the manor, leaving a trail of water as she went. She did hear him respond with a chuckle before his presence faded and dispersed as it did when he moved from room to room. Coming down the stairwell however Walter met her halfway, umbrella in hand as he made his way up.

"Sir Integra! I was just coming to look for you." Walter told her before he looked her over and made an tsking sound. Integra could read the look on his face before he could say anything else to her. Ducking to the side Integra told him she was on her way to her rooms to change and go to bed immediately. Walter nodded his head sagely at the information and informed her that he had taken the liberty to light a fire in her rooms and asked her if she would like any tea. She declined him but thanked him just the same and she made her way around the corner of the hall.

Alucard was upon her the moment she came through the door, slamming the heavy wood back into its place with a loud bang. His kiss was demanding, his tongue in her mouth seeking, raping as the door handle gouged into her back. His hand spanned the top of one of her hips while the other molded itself around one of her breasts through the thick fabric of her gown. Integra fumbled her hand at her back seeking to lock the doors so she wouldn't have to worry about Walter. Alucard broke the kiss and began kissing, nipping his way along her jaw, pausing to play with her ear. Integra finally found the lock and twisted it shut with a click,

"Moving awfully fast aren't you?" she questioned him.

"Would you prefer that I spent hours wooing you?" He asked into her ear, pressing her harder against the door.

"No, I suppose not." She took a moment to run the fingers of one hand through the cool, almost liquid substance that was his hair. He nipped at her lips almost teasingly as she helped him shrug out of his infamous red coat and dropped it on the floor, the black waistcoat soon followed. Alucard moved down to nibble at her neck lightly as she fumbled with the knot of his tie. Integra finally got it loose about the time Alucard suckled lightly at the hollow where her neck connected to her jaw. He felt her almost squirm a bit when he didn't immediately move to another spot.

"Alucard, do not even think about leaving a love bite-" Integra felt him grin against her skin.

"Or?" He pulled away slightly to look at his Master. Integra grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and used it to pull him closer until their noses brushed.

"I'll lock you up in the dungeon for fifty years." He chuckled at her and brushed his lips across hers.

"And after one night with me, do you honestly think you will be able to go back to you're self-imposed abstinence?" he grinned at her tauntingly.

"Don't flatter yourself. I imagine a good vibrator could easily replace you." She noticed her edged words found their mark as his grin faltered slightly.

"Then I shall endeavor to prove you wrong milady." He dove in this time, capturing her lips in a deep kiss, his tongue plunging into the warm cavern of her mouth. Integra allowed herself a barely distinguishable moan as her own tongue began to fight defiantly with his. She halfway ripped the top five buttons of his shirt open as he started to pull bobby pins out of her hair, four at a time. Once it was done, Alucard ran his fingers through her hair that fell in damp waves down her back. Integra shivered lightly at the sudden cold on her back as she pulled his shirt free of his pants.

"Cold?" he asked mockingly in response. Integra boldly slid her hands over his taunt stomach and chest through his open shirt and felt him repress a shiver of his own.

"Warm?" she countered in a tone matching his own.

"Touché Miss Hellsing." He smirked at her and stepped back to peal his soaked shirt off the rest of the way.

Integra watched him make a show of striping off his shirt, slipping it off slowly as he winked at her. She couldn't help the small smile that tipped the corners of her lips as she rolled her eyes at his antics. He was all lean muscle and whipcord sinew, his body moved lithely as he tossed the wet garment off to the floor. Integra decided that for some reason he didn't look so lanky when he was without clothes. Integra's small smile twisted into a smirk as she walked up to him and traced a hand lightly over his abdomen.

"Should I go get some single pound notes to use for the rest of the night or would you prefer blood samples?"

"I have something else in mind." He purred against her lips before he wrapped his arms around her and drew her in for a deep kiss. Integra's fingers curled into his hair as he thoroughly plundered her mouth and she returned the gesture. Alucard drew her tongue into his mouth and sucked on it harshly as he grasped the zipper of her dress and pulled it down. He slid his fingers along the dip of her spine before sliding it inside the dress to settle at her waist. Integra stepped back and presented him wither her back. She grasped the halter strap of her dress and lifted it over her head. She felt his eyes burning into her skin as all her hair was momentarily caught up with the strap and was lifted to expose her naked back and neck, where she felt his gaze linger. His arms snaked around her body, overlapping her own that had moved to clutch the bodice of her gown to keep it from falling down.

"And what were just mocking me over?"

"I thought you needed to be teased a bit yourself." He nuzzled against the juncture of her neck and shoulder, his eyes closed. He felt her stiffen slightly as he dragged his lips up to her ear before nipping at it playfully. She didn't make a sound, but he felt her fingers tighten around his own and her head tilt away from him slightly, giving him more access. Alucard persuaded her fingers to loosen their grip of the beaded fabric and he pushed the fabric down her body, taking the thin slip she was where with it, leaving her only in her underwear. Alucard slowly slide his hands back up her body, caressing the dips and curves of her smooth, firm body. Although Walter had convinced her to stay off the main battlefields, Integra still kept herself in shape by using the exercise facilities provided for the soldiers, while they were asleep of course. When he finally reached her breasts Alucard cupped the unbound mounds firmly, pulling Integra tighter against his body.

"You do realize that you're only doing this because you're angry, don't you?" He asked around her ear, muffling his voice slightly. "That you're agreeing to this just to spite everyone who put you in this situation?"

"What makes you think that I don't want this for myself?" She asked coldly, as she glanced back at him as best she could from the corner of her eye. He was glancing up at her from his nibbling position.

"Your angry at them, I can see it in you thoughts." The rough timbre of his voice almost tickled in her ear as he spoke into it lowly. She turned in his arms, giving him a reprimanding look despite the fact that she was mostly naked before him.

"I've always taken responsibility for my actions, you know that."

"I do."

"So shut up and turn off the lights." She threaded her fingers into his inky black hair that seemed to twist itself around her fingers and pulled him down to her lips as the lights dimmed before going out completely. Alucard had to admit that she was getting the hang of kissing pretty quick, as her tongue slipped past his slightly parted lips and into his mouth. Integra wrapped her other arm around under one of his and ran her fingertips across the cool marble of his back. Alucard brought a hand back up to cup one of her breasts; he kneaded the soft mound harshly, causing Integra to take a sharp intake of breath through her nose as he rolled his thumb over her nipple.

"Must you tease?" She asked fruitlessly as he broke their kiss to make his way across her jaw line and down to her collarbone, he was forever teasing, playing his game with her.

"Come, come Master. The foreplay is the best part." He informed her as he paused to dip his tongue in the slight hallow he found there. Her answer came in the form of a shaky breath and the hand in his hair trying to urge him downward. He smirked into her warm skin as he obliged her and nipped his way down to the valley between her breasts.

She didn't really want to watch what he was doing, so Integra tipped her head back and let her eyes slide shut, allowing her other senses to heighten as to more fully feel what he was doing to her and her reactions. The sensations rolling through her were nothing short of exquisite as he continued to roll one of her nipples in between his forefinger and thumb and his mouth worked its way to the other. It was like there was a cord, or violinists string strung tightly deep down inside her, and every time Alucard did something, an opened mouth kiss on the top of her breast, or the way the fingers of his free hand glided along the dip of her spine, it felt like the string was being plucked. Resulting in a delicious reverberation that sent almost agonizing waves of aching, of yearning that centered in her lower region. She couldn't help but wonder what actually having sex was going to feel like. There were all levels of bells going off in her head, telling her that this was wrong, and that if she didn't stop it now then it would go too far. But she didn't really give damn right now, she felt too good to stop.

Alucard loved how her skin left against his as he knelt before her and let his hands and tongue explore her body. He couldn't help the chuckle that rumbled deep in his chest when he finally closed his lips over her nipple and his Master's back arched, unconsciously pushing her body more fully against him. He heard her breath hitch in her throat as he grazed sharp canines over the sensitive peak in his capture. Ooh how responsive she was, not so much vocally as she was physically. `I'll change that when I get her on the bed…'

His Master was one, if not the smartest woman he had known throughout his undead life; she was, however, ignorant when it make to pleasures of the flesh. And he had every intention of using her lack of knowledge to his advantage; it was not often he could take her by surprise, and if he played his cards right, he might do it a few times tonight. Alucard laved moisture on her nipple with a broad stroke of his tongue as he moved his hand downward across the flat plane of her stomach.

Integra felt a bolt shoot through her body violently as his warmed fingers brushed over her womanhood through the fabric of her panties unexpectedly. She'd been so concentrating on the feelings swirling inside her, that she hadn't really been paying attention to exactly what he was doing to elicit them. She bit back a moan as he brushed his thumb against the sensitive nub of flesh with just the barest hint of pressure. He traced light, almost weaving patterns with his longer fingers over the opening of her passage; her underwear muffled the actions, allowing her to feel nothing but the barest hints of the caress. It made her painfully aware of the aching emptiness that was driving her mad, and he knew it. Alucard could feel the heat emanating from her core around his hand, and he could feel her dampness through the cloth undergarment.

"Damn you…" she hissed through clenched teeth as he continued his torturing of her. She felt him smirk against her skin before he looked up to respond.

"What's wrong Integra? What happened to that famed iron control?"

"I am not here to play Alucard." She panted lightly. "Now if you intend to keep on with your games then leave." She lost none of her authority and command of presence, despite her lack of clothing, and it made Alucard's grin return full force. He stood to his full height as he stepped toward her, chuckling darkly.

"That's a pity, you miss a lot of fun that way." The next thing Integra knew, she was laying on her back on the bed, which had been across the room a moment before. Whether she had moved or the bed had, she didn't know, but she didn't have a whole lot of time to dwell on it as she was suddenly met face to face with a grinning vampire. He braced his arms on either side of her torso as he kneeled languidly in between her legs, which had spread unconsciously as she landed on the mattress. It was then that she realized that the last of their clothing was gone, and she wasn't even going to begin wondering where they went.

"I'm going to have to teach you the fun of playing games, Integra." Her name rolled out in a growl from deep in his throat as he remained hunched over her. "But just in this, I'll do as you bid." She arched an eyebrow at him elegantly.

"Why the gentlemen all of a sudden?" she asked him skeptically.

"Don't get overly excited. I don't intent to do everything your way tonight." He lowered himself and let his tongue snake out to run across her slightly swollen lips before delving into the wet cavern of her mouth. He felt one of her hands graze the skin of his arm, running up the paths of muscle with almost feather light touches of her fingertips. He couldn't imagine Integra being unsure of herself, but then again, she had never been in any sort of intimate situation.

Ignoring the way she stiffened, Alucard pulled her arms above her head by the wrists as his tongue fought for dominance with hers, `It's always a vie for control between us.' Integra strained beneath him for a moment, trying to gain leverage to free her arms before giving up and glaring at him.

"What the hell is that all about?" she asked through their telepathic link before he broke off the kiss.

"Something to make things interesting." He purred against her lips as he solidified dark shadows around her slim wrists so he could freely use his hands for…other things. He felt a wicked grin spread across his face as he took a moment to look down at the picture his bound master made. Integra gave him a snide smirk.

"I suppose this will be enough to sustain your perverse fantasies for a while." Alucard chuckled enigmatically as he cupped her chin with the fingers of one hand and brushed his thumb over her bruised lips.

"As if I'd imagine something so tame." No, he had something far more cruel and perverse in mind for his Lady Hellsing. He slid his hands down her shoulders, dipping the fingers of one hand along the ridges of her collar before both hands drifted down to knead her breasts. Alucard watched her eyes become heavily lidded as he rolled her nipples between his fingers, distending them further. Breaking their eye contact, Alucard lowered his head until just the ends of his hair were brushing the sensitive sides of her breast. Under the veil of his hair he snaked his tongue out to just flick the tip against one of her pebble tipped mounds drawing a hiss from the woman beneath him. Alucard lowered his head fully, seizing a moment to take her nipple into his mouth and biting on it sharply. Integra jerked underneath him the twinge of pain singed along her nerves. Alucard wrapped a hand around her other breast, rolling her distended nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Integra forced what would have been a shaky breath to come out evenly as she felt his other hand travel down her body. Trapped above her head, her fingers flexed fruitlessly in anticipation. Alucard just grazed the swollen lips of her labia with a ghost of a caress, the tips of his fingers just barely touching the skin before slipping a finger into its wet folds. Integra drew in a swift breath, the feeling a completely alien one, evoking exquisite sensations that thrilled through her body.

Without and further preface, Alucard thrust a finger deep into her wet channel, probing slightly as her muscles clenched tightly around the intrusion. Integra hissed through gritted teeth as he slipped his finger back out before shoving three in harshly. She felt her hands clenching above her head, searching for purchase as she damn near bit her tongue to keep from crying out. She could feel her fluids seeping out around his thrusting fingers as he gave her body what it needed, what it wanted. Alucard shifted the angle at which his fingers were entering her; she was wetter than he had expected that she would be as he rolled his thumb over her clitoris. Integra allowed something akin to a growl escape as the friction caused delicious waves of pleasure to ripple through her; the pleasure was building, she could feel it coiling deep in the pit of her stomach. Alucard's head snapped up from exploring her collarbone and shoulder as she made the throaty sound and he grinned at her. Bracing his free hand against her hip, he pushed his fingers into her harder and watched as his stubborn Master restrained a gasp and tossed her head to the side, her eyes clenched tightly shut. She was close, he could tell by the way her hips wanted to start undulating with his hand's thrusts that her body was getting close to the brink. Alucard's grin widened as he kissed and nipped his way down her body.

"Oh hell…" she murmured, her voice sounding more than a little strained as she pulled against the shadows locked tightly around her wrists. Truth be told, she wasn't exactly sure what she'd do with her hands anyway. She felt the longer hair that usually fell over one of his eyes slink across her abdomen as he paused to dip the tip of his tongue in her navel. She couldn't help but find the cool, liquid sensation extremely erotic.

Alucard stilled his fingers and slowly removed them from her clinging heat, reveling in the almost distraught noise that escaped his master against her will. He brought his fingers to his lips and greedily licked her fluids off them and, making sure she was watching him, wrapped his long, vampiric tongue around one digit. He noticed her natural fluids were laced with a hint of blood; he must have made a small tear in her hymen. She narrowed her eyes at the cheeky bastard grinning at her from between her legs. She'd knew she'd been about to come, she may have never experienced it but she wasn't as sheltered as to not know what was happening to her body, and he had stopped short on purpose.

"What did I say about playing ga-aahh!" Her remark was cut abruptly by sounded to her ears like a pleasured gasp. Alucard had dropped the visual torment and instead went about another, infinitely more delicious form of torture. He pushed himself down her body and swiftly slid her legs over his broad shoulders; he wrapped one arm around underneath her thigh and up again to rest across her hip with his hand just over the pale curls above her center. He used the fingers of his other hand to spread the folds of her womanhood before diving full-heartedly into his task.

Integra barely managed to hold in a startled noise as his tongue slid deep into her passage, bringing with it the return of the knot of pleasure low in her belly. The feeling of the broad side of his tongue pressing against the walls of her passage, the way the tip of his tongue ran along the ridges and dips of the muscles made her vision swim. When Alucard slid his index and middle fingers down and rolled her clitoris Integra literally bit the inside of her cheek; she could feel the pleasure heightening, tightening, so close to reaching its crest, but not quite making it. She almost moaned in frustration. Alucard paused in his …administrations, to search along the front wall of her vagina with the tip of his tongue, looking for the telltale strip of almost rough skin…ah ha. Integra gave a strangled gasp as the sudden burst of pleasure took her by surprise; she felt her arms strain unconsciously against the bonds that held them above her head as her body tried to buck into his mouth. Alucard felt her legs quiver as he simultaneously ran his tongue along the ridge of her g-spot and rolled her clitoris with his fingers; he was more than satisfied by the guttural moan that tore through his master's throat as the next wave of pleasure hit her. Integra's eyes clenched shut of their own violation as the pleasure built, each second getting stronger and stronger. `Oh god, so close, ssoo closseeeeee.' Her final push came when she felt his fangs graze against the sensitive opening of her passage. White light exploded behind her eyes as she felt her body seize up in a delicious euphoria that made her vision go black and her voice break.

Integra distantly felt her body slump back onto the mattress with a languidness that she never thought possible. Her body felt far away, and her mind was wrapped in a contented warmth that threatened to overtake her thoughts completely.

Alucard rose up onto his knees after having caught the last of her juices with his tongue and looked down at her. Her eyes were closed to barely noticeable slits and her breathing was heavy and deep. He would have thought her asleep if not for the sound of her still maddeningly fast heartbeat and the pulses that still shook her body. He crawled up her length until his arms were braced on either side of her chest; the position brought his erection so close to her heat that it was almost anguish for him to not thrust into her then and there. No, just like in other things, he wanted to hear her beg for it from her own lips. He absently ran the fingers of one hand in light tracing patterns across her stomach, waiting for her body to fall from its pinnacle. He was rewarded when not but a few moments later when she opened her eyes to look at him. She gave him a lopsided smirk that practically bled satisfaction, and he decided it suited her.

"That was interesting." She said matter-of-factly and was dismayed that her voice didn't seem yet strong enough to handle its usual potency.

"Believe me," he promised her, lowering his hips to grind against hers, "The fun hasn't even started yet." His need was beginning to get painful as his member came in contact with her lower lips, still damp from her orgasm. He heard her breath hitch low in her throat as she raised her hips just slightly to grind against his. She was mildly horrified that she was getting wet again just at the feeling of his erection against her skin. He rubbed his length along her slit causing them both to moan in yearning at the frustratingly light contact. He pulled back only slightly to reposition himself to rub directly against the opening into her passage.

"Let me change you." He husked darkly to her, his voice just above a hiss.

"Last ditch effort? Using my want of sex as leverage for your revenge?" She smirked at him as if having expected this. He gave her a dark look as he ceased all movements.

"I do not need to sink so low as to need leverage." He smirked arrogantly at her, "and your voiced thoughts are proof enough that you have been thinking about this all evening."

"And so what if I were?" She asked innocently, which struck him as humorous considering their previous actions.

"Why would you think about something you weren't honestly considering?" Alucard tilted his head as he voiced his question, almost like a dog would as it listened to it's master.

"I was wondering when you would ask me." She looked him in the eyes, just as serious as if they were in her office and not on her bed. "Tell me why I should. Why I should betray I've been taught, known, and lived by all my life?"

"Tell me, did you really plan on sleeping with that man tonight? Or were you going to put it off?" When she remained silent beneath him, Alucard leaned in to whisper into her ear. "You would not need to submit yourself to anyone if you'd let me change you. You'd become a Queen of the Night; I've never seen a female that could compare to the vampire you would become." She merely studied him for a moment before a very small, almost sad smile tipped her lips.

"Why is it that the Devil always uses such sweet words?" He chuckled and grinned down at her.

"It's a gift." He said told her simply.

"All my life, my duty has been to Hellsing and to ensuring its success." She had taken on the demeanor that he was most familiar with; that of the haughty and self-assured vixen that ran Hellsing is a conviction and could never be rivaled or questioned. She grinned back at him.

"And I can think of no way better to ensure the success of this organization than becoming a permanent feature." Alucard's grin widened, his fangs indenting his lower lip as he asked,

"Do you care how you die?" She gave him an odd look.

"There are only so many ways to die Alucard." She told him sternly as he crouched over her. Alucard was forever stuck in his ways and over dramatic; he was probably going to go for the neck or femoral arteries.

"I'll take that as a no."

The next moment blurred as pain exploded in her chest and her eyes shut of their own violation. Liquid bubbled up in her throat, forcing a wet, damaging cough to rip through her throat. Integra forced her blurry eyes to open and was met with the sight of a very clear coat of arms, the Hellsing coat of arms. The insignia on the glided hilt of her ancestral sword. Her range of vision broadened and she could make out the whole of the sword, or the part of it that was protruding from her chest. She came to the conclusion, as she looked at it numbly, that it was bizarre to see a sword sticking out of one's chest. She could feel the liquid, presumably her blood, burning up her throat again. Integra tried to lift a hand to sword, only to discover that her limbs would not respond to her commands. She gazed past the sword to the dark figure looming behind it.

Alucard's eyes fairly glowed as he watched her; however, he looked far darker, more sinister than he had before. She could no longer hear the crackling of the fire, and everything was cold; except her blood that was leaking out around the blade. Alucard was trying to recall when he had last seen a more beautiful sight; his enemy's last descendent, dying as she laid beneath him with her own family's sword stick jutting out from between her breasts, her sweet virgin blood leaking out around the blade. The blade had been an impulsive idea of his, something to add an interesting bit of irony to the whole setting. Alucard stretched out on his side with a lithe grace to lie beside her and he watched unsympathetic as Integra tried to take in a gasping breath and began coughing and choking, the movement causing her body to grate against the blade, cutting her further. He almost absently ran a hand along the side of her face as blood trickled out the corner of her mouth. He listened to her fading heartbeat, savoring the moment as he ran his fingers through her sweat dampened hair and murmured,

"To think, the last Hellsing, mine…"

Her eyes snapped open and sought his, glaring with all the intensity just as if she were not dying where she lay. "I am NOT yours, nor will I ever be." She told him hatefully through their fading link. He could keenly feel the master/servant bond he shared with her vanishing; `No matter, it will soon be replaced.' Alucard chuckled at her as he sat up and ran the long fingers of one hand along the ridges of the swords hilt.

"So you say. Are you ready for the rest of the your baptism?" Before she could answer he jerked the sword out of her chest and threw it to the side where it clattered noisily as it hit the floor. Her body was pulled up with the blade, extracting as strangled noise from her throat, forcing more blood out from between her lips. Alucard stretched himself over her body, licking the blood off her cheek and lips as he ran a hand over the profusely bleeding wound in the valley of her breast. He smiled down at her wickedly as he slid two of his bloodied fingers into the wound; her body jerked and she made a choking noise that could have been a whimper of pain. His grinned maniacally at her as he leaned down to claim her cooling lips with his own, his abnormally long tongue snaking into her mouth and down her throat, seeking out her blood. `Come my pets, my shadows.' He called out to his minions, his time for relishing his victory was over, and he had to move quickly now. `Come, taste her, take her, she is ours now.' And they came; the inky blackness that always followed him, snaked in tendrils towards them, enveloping them is a sea of shadows.

Her mind was fuzzy and her sight mostly gone, but Integra could still feel the biting pain as hundreds of mouths sought her body, biting, knowing, tearing, and drinking. Where she had felt oddly numb before, her senses burned and screamed as the darkness sought to devour her. She could no longer discern Alucard's body from the oppressing weight of the shadows, meaning that he had probably melded his body into it, to join it as they drank her blood. The mouth that was on hers never left though the tongue did retract slightly, only to return having slit itself on one of his own fangs, forcing the blood from the wound down her throat. Forced to swallow by reflex, a piercing cold started to sweep through her body, the contrast from the heated pain sent tremors racking through her body, sending it into shock. She distantly heard Alucard's laughter before everything went black.

Alucard gazed at her possessively as she slept the slumber of the dead while her body submitted to the changes forced upon it. The sword wound had finally closed, along with all the injuries caused by the darkness as it had sought her blood. What was left in the wake was pure, flawless skin that was still far darker then his, but several shades lighter than the hue it had been prior. He walked across his chambers, they were no longer in her room, or even in England anymore, and sat upon the side of the large bed next to her. He had been pleased to find that his castle had remained undisturbed since his last occupation of it, and that the derelict place still revived itself upon the return of its master.

Turning back to his charge, Alucard traced the patterns her hair made as it splayed across the black velvet doublet with his eyes. She looked delicious lying there with her moonbeam hair standing in stark contrast against the black; the fur blanket he had wrapped her in had slide off, revealing a shapely shoulder and just a teasing amount of cleavage. He had never bothered to put his clothes back on; it wasn't like he felt the cold anymore. He had half a mind to slide underneath that blanket with her if for nothing else other than her reaction. He watched as her eyebrows dipped into a frown as she shifted her weight, rolling onto her side as consciousness fought to the surface. Alucard felt anticipation thrill up his spine as he thought about her eyes. During the transformation processes, there is a battle of wills between that of the Master and his childe. In most of the cases, the Master's will succeeds in subjecting its childe's; this manifests itself in the newly formed vampire assuming it's master's eye color. Such had been the case with Seras, she had been naive and her mind in turmoil; not understanding what was happening to her, she had laid back, and let him take over. Integra however…

He grinned down at her as her eyes fluttered open, cold, calculating, piercing eyes stared back at him, eyes of the truest blue.

"I should have expected no less."

"What happened to being in a subservient position all night?" She rasped out through her dry throat and he grinned down at her.

"I am sorry Integra," the lack of her former title did not escape her notice. "I get excited sometimes and jump ahead of myself." He left it at that as if it explained everything.

"Ah, I see." Integra moved quicker than he thought she would, grabbing him by the throat and pushing him down upon the mattress. Alucard smirked as the nails of her fingers pricked his skin when she tightened the grip of hand. Integra straddled his waist, just above his still obvious erection.

"You do know that I had only originally agreed to have sex with you tonight right?" she asked of him, feeling the bones in his neck crack as her grip tightened further.

"Originally yes." He said around the claws that were digging into her throat.

"Then you don't mind if I collect?" she smirked nastily at him, revealing her new set of eyeteeth that marked her as undead. Without preamble, Integra thrust herself down upon his erection, her body clutched around the invasion as her hymen ripped and she sunk further onto his body. Integra growled at the sensation as he leaned over to claim his mocking mouth with her own. They both moaned lustfully into the kiss, their tongues dueling as she lifted her body up, the movement grating deliciously along highly sensitized nerves before she thrust herself back down burying him deep inside her once more.

Alucard grasped her hips and rolled them over, attempting to take the aggressive position but Integra used his momentum to roll them again, this time gripping his wrists and pinning them on either side of his head.

"You've had you time on top, now its mine." Integra slammed herself onto him again, feeling the beginnings of pleasure as the movement caused a delicious friction to resonate through her lower region. He really could have taken the assertive position if he truly wanted; she was after all just a newborn vampire. Integra however had a sneaking suspicion that he enjoyed being controlled by powerful women. Alucard growled as she picked up her pace, setting a quick and harsh rhythm, his hips arching in time with her thrusts. Integra felt the pleasure heighten as friction of their bodies increase, sending waves of pleasure along her nerves and started to gather in that low stop again. But it was different this time, there was nothing physically lacking, no aching emptiness, no shallow release. This time all those components were there, but something else entirely was missing. It didn't take her long to figure out what.

Integra smirked down at him and having already read her thoughts, he simply grinned back at her. Almost tenderly she kissed along his jaw and down his neck where she lingered. Integra flicked her tongue out to taste his skin only to find it almost completely lacking in taste. With a mental shrug, Integra sank her fangs into his flesh.

Alucard moaned and arched up into her body, the euphoria of the kiss singing along his undead nerves. It has been a long time since he had last subjected himself to the kiss of one of his fledglings; he had forgotten the pleasure of it. Integra's moan joined his own as his blood spilled down her throat, taking great gulps of it at a time. The blood had its effect on her body as she slammed herself down on his shaft harder and harder each time. Alucard felt her muscles spasm and clench him almost painfully tight as her crest hit her bringing his release along with it. She came up from his throat, her nails digging into his arms when her body tensed as she threw her head back, moaning lowly.

Her grip on his wrists eased and released as her body came down from its high, lethargy once against seeping into it. Alucard rolled them onto their sides, facing on another as she gazed at him through half-lidded eyes. He had to say that he was over all pleased with the encounter himself; it had been a long time since he had gotten anything out of sex other than blood.

"We should get back to the manor. It will be dawn soon and I have to explain this to Walter." She told his tiredly, her body had sunk limply into the mattress of his bed. He slid an arm around her waist and pulled her fully against him, lowering his head to nuzzle her hair.

"Lets wait a while before we go back." He spoke into the mused moonlight tresses.

"Why?" He could fell her curiosity tickling at the back of his mind. He chuckled and settled himself down into the mattress as he remembered the mess they had left in her rooms.

"Walter's gone to be pissed about the blood I couldn't get out of your sheets. Lets give him some time to cool down."

"I'm still thinking about that vibrator." Alucard pulled back slightly to look at her at lifted a brow. For the sex having supposedly not met her standards, she was awfully tired.

"An expensive one." she elaborated as her eyes drooped further. He grinned down at her.

"Well if your going to then I'm going to leave that love bite dammit!"

She sniggered briefly before the lethargy swept her mind and she slept again.

AN: OMG, I am so glad this is done and off my chest! *dances around merrily while getting yelled at by her parents because its 3 in the morning* I'm not entirely happy with the scene where Integra agrees to be a vampire and there are probably lots of grammar/spell mistakes that I'll finish later, but let me know what you guys think!!!!!!!