Hellsing Fan Fiction ❯ Again...Master ❯ The Motive ( Chapter 1 )

Again… Master
Chapter 1 – The Motive

The deepest part of the night was just beginning. It was those remotely cold hours just before the dawn, when the world was still and silent, that were his favorite. It was before the incessant din of humans and their modern conveniences took over during the sunlit days, a time when he could imagine if only for a little while that times were slower and there were true vampires roaming the land. Perhaps it was for the best that time moved on…
As it was, Hellsing's work for the evening was often completed by midnight and by 2am; the humans inhabiting the mansion had taken themselves off to bed. Even the police girl found her human habits hard to cast aside and could usually be found in her quarters, dozing lightly. He roamed the hallways by night, needing no source of outside light to guide his steps for he could easily see in the deepest blackness. He'd lived here longer than the current human inhabitants had. He knew every corner, every piece of furniture, every hallway, and every room of the mansion. He prowled the grounds of the compound, searching for intruders or anything that would interest him for a little while. Quite frequently, immortality could bring with it extreme boredom.
Sometimes, he would stand in front of the portraits of Sir Integra's father and grandfather, talking to them occasionally as if they were still alive and could hear him. He would call them worthy adversaries now as he looked into the past. But, they had been men who, for all their prosaic words about the protection of humanity and the purity of human life, could not keep death's cold hand from eventually claiming them while he remained.
He was always the one left in the end. Empires rose and fell, man discovered and destroyed. Humans traveled in cycles of belief and disbelief of his kind. He'd been one of them once, not quite the pathetic mortal like so many, but powerful in his own right until he'd walked freely into the realm of darkness. Then for centuries, many of the humans had tried to kill him and all had failed. Death would not claim his life until he chose the time and the place. That was the curse or the gift of immortality. He would always remain; he was Alucard.
Sometimes when he was bored, he'd open a dimensional wall into Sir Integra's bedchamber and stand at the foot of her bed. Silently, he'd kept watch over her just as he had done when she was still a little girl. The first few times he'd done this had raised in him the thoughts of why. He wasn't sure what pulled him to her side, maybe it was the ties of blood they'd shared or maybe he was just bored, or maybe he was fascinated by the human child who showed little fear of the monster he was. Back then, he'd often found her with traces of dried tears on her cheeks and wondered if she knew she cried as she'd slept.
Now on occasion, Sir Integra would be awake and look at him in that deliciously condescending manner of hers and ask what business he had with her. He'd grin at her and remind her that her father had placed her in his protection and he could hardly ignore a command from a Hellsing family member. Sometimes they'd talk quietly about the latest mission or about the family. They'd talk about the inherent differences between humans and vampires, each of them enjoying the other's sharp wit. Once or twice, when she'd been much younger, Alucard had even taken her brush from her hands and had worked its stiff bristles through her mane of platinum hair.
She presented a strong and cool demeanor to the outside world, but he knew the truth about Sir Integra. She was afraid that she would fail to carry out the mission left to her by her father, a mission he'd inherited from his father. As a result of carrying this burden, Integra sealed off herself off from everyone and everything. He wondered if it would have been different if she'd been born male. He knew what she had been through in her short life and she had paid a heavy toll to rule the Hellsing Organization.
She was not allowed to lead any semblance of a normal life for a human woman; had she done so, it would have shown signs of weakness to those vultures waiting in the shadows. So she kept her emotions hidden from the men who would have brought down Hellsing Family if they had sensed any sign of weakness. Integra did not have any close women friends and no family remained that she held ties to.
He knew how difficult her life had been. Even though he'd been bound far below in the bowels of the mansion, he knew when she'd been born and when her mother had died. He'd watched her father and uncle dress the young Integra as a male child her entire life. Well, she had worn those horrible school uniforms, but her father had never allowed her to wear frilly little dresses like other little girls of her class. Stupidity of humans, not to have been grateful for what nature had bestowed upon them.
Had Richard Hellsing lived, he may have been persuaded that Integra could have best been used by the family to contract a suitable marriage. That would have at least been a step toward ensuring another generation for the Hellsing family. But then again, perhaps it was for the best that her father was dead, and she'd been the one to awaken him from his sleeping state. He'd helped make her into the woman she'd become at present. Perhaps it would be more accurate to say that he and Walter had made her what she was. They were not exactly what anyone would describe as perfect role models.
Integra was a strong and determined female, and he very much doubted a mere human male would be able to hold the upper hand with her. She ruled with an iron hand and kept her subordinates in their places. Even devoted Walter, the feared Angel of Death, was no match for Sir Integra. Alucard bowed to her out of respect from the bound honor that held him servant to the Hellsing family. But, he was careful not to remain too obedient or respectful; after all, he was far above humanity.
Feeling a sudden need to look in on his charge, Alucard opened a portal into her room. Stealthily he approached her bed, not wanting her to awaken. She was much more likely to snap his head off than to welcome his presence these days. Something between them had changed as she had matured over the years. He'd known immediately what it was, but he doubted Integra realized it. They were drawn to each other like moths to an open flame.
Even if Integra denied it, he'd seen the cold spark of jealous fury in her pale, icy blue eyes as he returned with the police girl in his arms. He knew she would deny the attraction between them. He made it a game to mention the police girl to her and to make comparisons between them. He'd smile rakishly at Integra as a flare of fury snapped to life in her eyes before she quickly doused the raging flames. She was not the ice queen many mistook her for. She had fire and passion flowing in her veins, but she'd learned early on to control her emotions. Integra had grown into a stunningly attractive woman, even if she did not realize it. He'd thought her a cute and annoying child at times when she was younger, but now… Sir Integra was a woman and a damned attractive one at that.
He'd become infatuated with her since she'd brought the sweet taste of blood to his lips ten years ago. There was nothing like the taste of Hellsing blood, rich and powerful, and she held within her the power to become a true immortal… a powerful No Life King.
And he knew in that first taste that he'd never allow a human male a chance to become Integra's lover. He was specifically reserving the event for his pleasure. He wanted to be the one to peal away that horrid masculine attire and cover her tawny skin with tiny kisses. He wanted to see her brilliantly pale eyes half lidded with desire for him. But most of all, he wanted to hear his true name on her lips as she reached her climax while he made her what he was in order to free himself of the Hellsing Curse.
"What do you want, Alucard?" came the soft question in the pale light. Sir Integra was not sleeping silently as he expected. Instead, she was standing quietly in the floor length window. He glided over to her and watched her for a moment, as she stood silhouetted in the pale moonlight. He cringed at the sight of her blue masculine sleepwear. Really, couldn't the master dress like a woman occasionally?
"My master does not sleep when I know that she is exhausted," he purred in the seductive tones of his voice.
"My sleeping habits have nothing to do with you; therefore do not concern yourself with them…" her tone was filled with its usual cool detachment as she continued to stare at the silvery surface of the moon.
Alucard glided forward and placed a large hand on her shoulder, his coat lapels brushing her back. Integra flinched at the unexpected contact as the cool weight settled against her body. "You humans are not made to function perfectly." He settled his other hand on her shoulder and squeezed lightly. "Go to bed, there is nothing more that needs your immediate attention."
Integra stood silently, not moving from his grip, still studying the face of the moon. She relaxed her shoulders slightly and leaned backward into his large frame. "Alucard, do you ever find the life of a vampire a heavy burden?"
He froze in place, not daring to believe that Integra felt relaxed enough to lean on him. "What makes you ask that, Master?" Her shoulders shrugged under his gloved hands. "Do you find the life of a human a burden to heavy to bear?"
"I am Hellsing. It is my responsibility to run this organization as my father and his father before him. I have a duty to the Queen and to the country to protect the masses. I must see that all of my people are protected as they go out into the night to fight these Freak Vampires."
His hands traced their way down her sides as he leaned down to whisper into her ear. "You are indeed Hellsing, but what of your own desires and wishes? Do you not wish to experience some of life or is it your intent to molder away behind these walls and your army until it is too late for you?"
Integra stiffened as his cool mocking words flowed into her ear. She was tired and she suddenly found it nice to have Alucard there to lean on and talk to. Wasn't it her right to have some sort of life outside of work? "My wishes do not matter. I am bound by the honor and blood of this family to carry out the mission of this organization."
"As you say, Master, but haven’t you ever wanted anything for yourself?" he whispered urgently. His hands stroked the length of her arms again, the smell of her blood filling his nostrils. He lowered his lips to the side of her throat, "Will you shut yourself away from all the things that should belong to any human?"
Her seductive pet was kissing her neck lightly, causing her body to burn with desire. She was tired of what she had become. It was her right to choose the direction that her life took. Integra momentarily allowed herself to forget everything that she was. No more Hellsing, no more freaks, and no more responsibility. She sighed softly and turned in Alucard's embrace. She stood on tiptoe to place a brief kiss against his lips. She was slightly shocked to find them cool against her own. "Your lips are cold," she whispered against his mouth.
"I'm dead, remember?" Alucard chuckled as he gazed into the deep pools of icy blue that were her eyes. "I would have thought that you'd remember that small fact." He clutched her arms as she tried to pull away. "Going somewhere, Miss Hellsing?"
"Let go of me, Alucard."
"Are you afraid of me, Integra?" She flinched slightly as his gloved hand stroked her cheek. "Why should you fear the monster you control?"
"I am not afraid of you," she muttered as she glanced down at the floor. Straightening her spine, Integra met his mocking red-eyed gaze with her cool blue one. "Although, I am not sure how much control I actually have over you at times."
"Bravo, Miss Hellsing. I am indeed honored that you are willing to concede that much at least." He pulled her closer to his chest. "But, I still say you are afraid of me." His head dipped low to brush her lips again.
"I am not…" she whispered, feeling slightly childish as she verbally sparred with him.
"Prove it…" he whispered back, his voice holding a seductive challenge. Integra took a deep breath and pressed her warm lips against his cool ones. Her tongue traced their outline, seeking entrance into the damp coolness of his mouth.
Hunger roared to life as Alucard's mind reeled while he devoured her lips. Blood was so close and his for the taking and pleasure to be had from her was near enough he could lose himself in it. He nipped her tongue, drawing a small taste of her warm sweetness. His body clenched tightly with bloodlust.
Alucard knew Integra was not herself, but that was not his concern. He was not going to let this opportunity pass by. He pulled her closer, trailing his hands over her breasts and downward to cup her firm cheeks. Even through the material of his gloves, he could feel her blood racing deliciously through her veins, spreading a warm flush underneath her skin. He pulled her tightly against his body, wanting to feel more of her warmth and wanting her to feel his desire.
Integra's conscience protested dimly against the tide of burning fire snaking its way through her entire body. She shoved the misgivings away, wanting to experience these delicious sensations. Her hands tugged away his hat and shades, before tangling themselves in Alucard's long, dark hair as she tipped her head back for more of his kisses. She started slightly as she felt his fingers brush against her bare breasts. How had he managed to undo those buttons so quickly?
Alucard gently massaged the mounds of flesh in his grip, taking care not to damage her smooth skin. His thumbs glided over her tight nipples as he kissed her, drawing them into stiff tight peaks. He struggled to control the bloodlust threatening to overcome him. Dipping his head lower, his cool tongue lapped at the tight buds and suckled gently at the rosy tips. He heard the rapid beat of her heart and felt her blood flutter wildly beneath his lips as he fought himself for control. Blood and lust were a dangerous combination in any event, but with the added stakes of a Hellsing in his arms…
Integra bit her lower lip to keep from crying out as he laved moisture on her nipples with his tongue. Her blood had turned to quicksilver and raced through her entire being. She felt herself grow hot and moist at her center as her body begged for more of Alucard's attention. She tugged at his hair and brought his lips back up to hers.
Alucard reluctantly left her breasts and kissed her thoroughly again and again. He wanted more of her than just a few kisses. He trailed one hand to the waistband of her loose pants. His fingers skillfully found the hidden pearl of her flesh and stroked it lightly. He gently inserted one gloved finger into her moist heat. Her body clenched around the digit as he probed her wet channel. He smiled wolfishly as his Master surged against him and bit back a low cry.
Integra tightened her hold on him as he stroked her sensitive flesh with his gloved fingers. She gasped as one of his gloved fingers tested the entrance of her tight channel. She wanted this, and be damned with the consequences. It was her right as a woman to have any lover of her choosing. Her tongue danced around his, as they stood there locked against each other.
Alucard slid his hungry mouth to her throat again. Integra was his for the taking, as he had always wanted her to be. He lusted for her body as much as he lusted for the taste of her blood again. She could not deny him the smallest taste of her blood. His sharp teeth lightly broke the skin of her throat, blood instantly welling up around the small punctures. His tongue lapped up the delicious sweetness as it roared in his ears with a life of its own.
Integra felt the prick of his teeth against her throat and bit back a protest. This was Alucard; he wouldn’t hurt her. She gave herself up to the feelings of warm melting pleasure that he was arousing in her as he lapped at the wound he had created. She shrugged the loose top from her shoulders, and tugged his coat from his frame, wanting to feel him against her bare skin.
"Sir Integra, Sir Integra… "
Icy reality drenched Integra. With a horrified look at Alucard, she snatched herself from his grasp, hastily picked up her discarded top from the floor, and raced to the intercom, slapping her glasses across her eyes. "Yes, Walter, what is it?"
"Sir Integra, I am sorry to disturb you at this late hour, but we have just had reports of another freak incident in the Hampshire area. I have taken the liberty of readying a squad. They will await your orders in the courtyard."
"I understand, Walter. I will be down momentarily."
Alucard watched her in amusement as she hastily donned her garments, taking care to cover the evidence of his kiss with her suit collar. "Why do humans deny that which they want most?"
Glasses firmly in place, Integra told him coldly. "I don't have time for this now. Take yourself off somewhere else, Alucard. I will call if Hellsing has need of you." She smoothed her hair briefly as she casually ordered him to go away.
His hands fisted at his sides, "I will return again, Master."
"It won't do you any good. This will never happen again." A determined look crossed her face. "It should have never happened in the first place. I lost control of myself for a few moments, that's all." She paused and stared into his red eyes, "I apologize for leading you on. It was unfair of me."
Alucard looked at her and threw back his head and laughed. "Proper etiquette to the end, Miss Hellsing?" He chuckled at the outraged look on her face. "Since when does a beautiful woman need to offer an apology to a monster for allowing him to steal a few kisses?"
"Laugh if you will, I must go." Alucard watched her retreating back in mild amusement. Integra paused at the door and looked back at him once again. "Never again, Alucard."
He looked at the closed door for a few minutes, listening as her footsteps echoed in the darkened hallway. He retrieved his hat and shades from the floor. He looked out at the window as she crossed the courtyard and spoke to the assembled men. Glancing longingly at her bed, he sighed… if not for Walter's interruption, then he'd be well occupied with the process of transforming Integra into a creature like himself. He knew she'd be spitting mad when it was over, but he'd be free of the Hellsing curse and have a delightful new servant in the process. Ahhh well, perhaps it was for the best. Integra was not ready for the power yet. She was still young, only twenty-three, and there was plenty of time to persuade her to join him in darkness. Besides, he was a patient monster; being a slave to the Hellsings had taught him that.
Alucard looked back at the courtyard and met Integra's cool blue stare with his own red one. He grinned at her as she glared up at him. He spoke two words quietly to her mind and saw her eyes widen deliciously in shock and fury before he disappeared, "Again… Master."
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I re-worked this slightly to better allow the story line to flow into another chapter. Keep reading and reviewing!
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