Hellsing Fan Fiction ❯ Divine Retribution ❯ Chapter 4 ( Chapter 4 )
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By: flowers 
Chapter 4
Anime/Manga: Hellsing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Romance / Action | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 02.21.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.9K | Visits: 251 | Status: Work In Progress
Chapter 4
Anime/Manga: Hellsing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Romance / Action | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 02.21.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.9K | Visits: 251 | Status: Work In Progress
Chapter Four
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Seras blushed as she saw that the first three buttons of Integra’s clothing had been removed. Thus revealing the slightest bit of skin not many people, including Seras, had ever had the privilege of seeing. Integra seemed to notice this and crossed her arms angrily.
“Well, at least you’re not a complete idiot and attempted to restrain me, but I see you’ve left your weapon out for the world to see, and grab,” Integra snapped. She wished now that she would have packed her own clothing but it couldn’t be helped, there wasn’t time.
Seras, being a bit confused as to why she would feel embarrassed about another woman’s anatomy, simply stared at the floor. Since becoming a vampire, she noticed that all humans looked quite attractive to her, simply for the fact that warm blood was beneath the skin, and the more skin exposed the more lustful.
Vampires were creatures driven by lust, be it bloodlust or something more physical. Feeding was an erotic act in and of itself for both parties, she had noticed, but never planned on engaging herself. She concluded that her vampiric nature coupled with the fact that she had never expected seeing Integra in this state brought the embarrassment on. At that moment something shifted outside the door and a slight tingle touched her mind.
“Sir, my master is here,” Seras whispered staring at the wall next to the front door. Integra followed her eyes to the same spot.
“Hmm, Miss Hellsing, I guess hiding myself from you won’t be as easy with your watchdog around,” came a deep voice from the shadow. His telepathic drone began to tickle the edges of Seras’s mind as Alucard spoke with her commander.
“Enough Alucard, report,” Integra said in a bored tone, crossing her arms tighter. She definitely didn’t want her crafty servant to see her in such a state of undress and mussed up with another person, even though she was more than sure he had seen her in every state of undress possible, sneaky prick. He slipped easily through the wall and sat gracefully in the armchair to far side of her, with that huge, ungainly feral grin spread across his face.
“I see you’ve made yourself comfortable, leave it Seras to help you let your hair down, so to say,” he taunted, her face was again the signature brick wall and she uncrossed her arms to lean forward, forgetting herself for a moment in anger.
“Yes, well, are you going to continue this useless play on words or report to your master as commanded?” she whispered, rage tickling the surface of her face. This entire situation had brought her to the last straw. If shooting him would make a difference and not wake the neighbourhood, she would have already put her weapon to use, she worked hard to not show any emotion, he enjoyed that. ‘Why, of all times, play this stupid game now?’ she thought to herself. He laughed deeply.
“How could I refuse a request from such a lovely lady showing so much of herself to me?” He asked and her eyes narrowed but she sat stock still, not backing down. He leaned forward and smirked. “The order cannot be completed, many of the pawns set to sail the moment they learned of your escape, master,” he replied.
Integra closed her eyes and sat back, then let out a heavy sigh. This news was not the best. However, something could be arranged, many times in the past her noble forefathers had to make such arrangements to keep the organization stable and ensure the family’s safety. She opened her eyes and turned back to Alucard, who was now staring at her longingly, she deposited her cigar and crossed her arms again.
Alucard sat back and pulled a cell phone from his overcoat then slid it across the coffee table at her; she reached out instantly and caught it. He had read her mind.
“Walter will contact you. He is arranging a ‘bargain’ of sorts as we speak,” Alucard said then looked to Seras, who had been sitting quietly the whole time with a hand drawn up at her chest. He hadn’t spoken a word to her, but Integra knew something was going on between them by the look on Seras’s face, apparently the games he played didn’t end at Integra. He reached out slowly and picked up Sera’s weapon, then stood and handed it to her, stretching in an inhuman fashion, then turned to Integra once more.
“I’m sorry to leave such beautiful company so soon, I have pressing matters at the moment and I’m sure you both will understand,” he cooed with his signature grin, and then tipped his glasses down his nose a bit to look into Integra’s eyes. She nodded and kept his gaze.
“Yes, please do what you can Alucard and report back to me at least once a day, though I’m sure you’ll frequent my haunts more than I know,” she replied, smiling slightly, he nodded in return and slipped back through the wall. Both women let out a sigh then looked to each other. Integra broke the silence.
“I’m sure his taunts were about drawing blood weren’t they? I cannot keep you from leaving to feed, nor would I. I trust you will be responsible,” she said flatly and placed the cell phone back onto the table. Seras almost looked hurt.
“Sir, I can’t do that, I can’t kill someone,” Seras whispered. Integra let out a heavy sigh, as if she were speaking with an obstinate child.
“Seras, come to terms with what you are. You must feed to remain strong. I need you strong and not weak with bloodlust, always fearing you may take it out on me. I don’t need the added stress and neither do you. We won’t be returning to the estate in the near future and you have to look at this with reason,” Integra said in the calmest voice she could conjure.
“If I have to, I will command you to feed,” she finished with an icy stare into Seras’s eyes. Seras shivered and turned her head. Certainly this fledgling wouldn’t defy her. Integra wished at that moment she had told Alucard to deal with the girl. Damn the way he put her off guard at times.
“I’m sorry Sir, but I can’t…” Seras said with a wavering voice. She had tried on occasion, with an odd drunk here or there, but couldn’t follow through. She knew that not taking the life would mean the bitten individual would become a ghoul, and killing was against everything in her nature, even with the added nature of the undead. Both prospects where unacceptable.
Integra studied her for a bit then stood and walked to the bedroom. Without a word red tinged tears slid down Seras’s cheeks. She shouldn’t be crying, she needed to save every drop of moisture in her but she found she couldn’t control it. Alucard had assaulted her thoughts with so many scenarios and questions the whole time he spoke with her commander, yet she didn’t answer him even in her mind.
‘My, doesn’t she look delicious tonight…’
‘I’m assuming you two have had fun from the looks of her...’
‘You look famished, if you don’t feed soon, who knows what might happen...’
‘You should feed, police girl, then you can be severed from my dark intentions forever…’
It seemed he would never stop. Then at the last second he handed her the weapon and told her to protect the master well. Even through his manipulation he remained true to Integra. She smiled to herself and wiped the tears away. Maybe sometime she would turn that on him, turnabout is fair play after all.
Seras strained to listen and picked up on Integra’s sleeping breaths. At least she could sleep quickly and wake instantly. She made her way back to the laundry room and folded what was in the dryer then checked the hanging items for dampness. She turned a small wall heater on so the clothing would be dry by morning.
With a sigh she stretched back out on the couch and flipped the small TV on with a remote, leaving the volume low so not to bother Integra. As dawn peeked through the blinds she put her weapon on her chest and covered her head with a large pillow. A deep, vampiric sleep soon took her even through the noise and dancing light of the television.
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Integra woke to a ray of light peeking through the blinds. She quickly sat up and grabbed for her glasses. Damn, they must have slipped from the nightstand. As she fumbled around the small table she began to wonder if she had fell asleep in them, as she sometimes did, wary of what might be just out of her poor sight when she awoke.
Her vision was getting worse as the years passed, and now she couldn’t make her hand out in front of her face, just a flesh tone blur. Damn it all. She felt around the bedding for a bit then sighed as her search turned up nothing. Bracing herself on the bed she slipped out and tried to adjust to the blurred surroundings.
She reached for the dark spot on the nightstand and found her pistol. Now where was that vampire sleeping, it must be at least nine o’clock if not later therefore the girl had to be resting somewhere. Keeping one hand to the wall she made her way silently out into the living room. She tried hard to focus on the couch.
Yes, there she was, an oblong discoloured blur. She didn’t clear the room as she normally would, knowing that it would be fruitless anyway and walked toward the brown of the couch housing the oblong blur she hoped would be Seras. Gripping her pistol tightly she grabbed the back of an armchair and leaned toward the sleeping figure, she could slightly make out a pillow-like shape covering what she hoped to be the girl’s head.
“Sergeant, wake up, I need your assistance,” she barked in an authoritarian voice. No answer. She almost found herself worried for a moment about the lack of movement then realized the girl was already dead and held back laughter at herself. She reached down to shake Seras firmly and her hand caught something not so firm. “Jesus in heaven, this is ridiculous,…” she breathed as she slid her hand up to what she hoped was a shoulder and shook firmly.
Seras’s eyes shot open at the moment she felt a hand at her breast. ‘My God, someone took my gun…’ was her first thought. Then she heard a very familiar voice saying something quite alarming. What was Integra doing? Goose flesh began to pepper across her body. If her heart beat, it would have sped up.
The hand slid firmly up to her shoulder and shook her out of the stupor Integra’s strange behaviour had put her in. She instinctively grabbed Integra’s wrist. Seras could hear her commanders surprised gasp and sensed a lingering fear all around her, something must be wrong.
“Get up idiot, and stop playing games,” Integra hissed as she jerked her hand away. Seras sat up instantly and observed her commander. She was a bit dishevelled and lacking her glasses. Her hair looked like it had been slept on wet. The overall effect made her question if this was even her commander, who usually never had a hair out of place or wore anything remotely colourful, and was never usually seen without her glasses.
“Is something wrong?” Seras said breathlessly, this was the strangest wake-up call she’d ever encountered, even over her master materializing from the ceiling above. Everything seemed strange and out of place, as if she’d stepped through the looking glass.
“Yes, something is very wrong, I can’t find my glasses. Go get them,” Integra ordered in a gruff tone. Seras let herself smile, knowing she probably couldn’t see. However she was wrong.
“Do you find my weakness amusing?” Integra said in a low voice characteristic of her impending rage. Seras wiped the grin off immediately and shook her head.
“No… no Sir, I’m just relieved it isn’t something worse I guess,” Seras replied sheepishly. This seemed to appease her commander and her anger lessened a bit.
“Well, when you’ve finished being relieved, kindly go and retrieve my glasses,” Integra snapped. Seras swallowed hard and walked into the bedroom, the clock on the nightstand told her it was nearly ten. She was still very weary; moving about in the day was becoming increasingly hard for her. There lying just beneath the bed on the floor were the glasses. Seras snatched them up and made her weary way back to the living room.
“Here you are Sir, I’m sorry, but I think I’ll take the bedroom now if you don’t mind,” she yawned as she handed the glasses to Integra who quickly grabbed them and placed them on her face. She looked at Seras for a bit and nodded. The weary vampire started to walk towards the empty bed then turned back. “I sleep under the bed by the way, I thought I’d let you know before you came looking for me,” Seras stated in the same sleepy voice. Integra was busying herself with finding and lighting a cigar.
“Yes, yes, I won’t have need of you unless we’re attacked. I’m sure that won’t be happening with Alucard in the area, you’re dismissed,” Integra replied with a wave and sigh. Seras felt angry, being dismissed in her own home seemed wrong but she decided to hold back a comment and set herself up for much needed rest.
She pulled back the bed sham and crawled into her makeshift coffin. On her days off she’d slept here before and had created this little vampiric haven. Resting her head on the pillow she began to drift.
And drift she did…
From dream to dream, the next one more blood-soaked then the last. With the sweet taste of virgin blood on her lips she flew through a perfect night. Draining human after human, all the while screaming in her mind no. No, she would never let her lustful side take over. The side that had massacred a hundred ghouls at the manor, the side that threatened to take her day after day without blood to fill her need…
Then her dreams turned to Alucard, naked and passionate. Feeding from him as he was feeding from her. Making love to her body and feeding from her spirit. This was bittersweet, her master was using and manipulating her, but somehow she didn’t care.
In her virgin dreams her mind played out the feeling of lustful sex, as she would imagine it. Then her master was laughing, laughing at her, lying on a cold stone floor. A dark figure appeared over her. A hand came to rest on her breast and it was…
Integra, with a foreboding smile on her face.
“You will feed, I will command you if I must.” she demanded as the hellish demon form of Alucard loomed, ever laughing, a thousand red eyes laughing at her.
“You could be severed from my dark intentions forever…”
Her master’s words began to echo through her mind. She was shaking. Her eyes shot open. As if still gripped by her dream a dark form was looming over her in the shadow, almost nose-to-nose she could feel warm breath.
“Wake up girl!”
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A/N: I have to warn that 'character interludes' are what I'm all about, I'm sorry, the plot is moving forward I promise. I have chapters waiting on proofreading but I will meticulously nit-pick every sentence. I tend to enjoy a review based on my plot and not my bad grammar. I (hopefully) will remedy that on my end. As a warning, this is going to be a naughty fic. Yes, I'm so attracted to the kindly Sir I can't see straight (pun intended) but I will do my damnedest to keep the players IC and not tasteless.
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Seras blushed as she saw that the first three buttons of Integra’s clothing had been removed. Thus revealing the slightest bit of skin not many people, including Seras, had ever had the privilege of seeing. Integra seemed to notice this and crossed her arms angrily.
“Well, at least you’re not a complete idiot and attempted to restrain me, but I see you’ve left your weapon out for the world to see, and grab,” Integra snapped. She wished now that she would have packed her own clothing but it couldn’t be helped, there wasn’t time.
Seras, being a bit confused as to why she would feel embarrassed about another woman’s anatomy, simply stared at the floor. Since becoming a vampire, she noticed that all humans looked quite attractive to her, simply for the fact that warm blood was beneath the skin, and the more skin exposed the more lustful.
Vampires were creatures driven by lust, be it bloodlust or something more physical. Feeding was an erotic act in and of itself for both parties, she had noticed, but never planned on engaging herself. She concluded that her vampiric nature coupled with the fact that she had never expected seeing Integra in this state brought the embarrassment on. At that moment something shifted outside the door and a slight tingle touched her mind.
“Sir, my master is here,” Seras whispered staring at the wall next to the front door. Integra followed her eyes to the same spot.
“Hmm, Miss Hellsing, I guess hiding myself from you won’t be as easy with your watchdog around,” came a deep voice from the shadow. His telepathic drone began to tickle the edges of Seras’s mind as Alucard spoke with her commander.
“Enough Alucard, report,” Integra said in a bored tone, crossing her arms tighter. She definitely didn’t want her crafty servant to see her in such a state of undress and mussed up with another person, even though she was more than sure he had seen her in every state of undress possible, sneaky prick. He slipped easily through the wall and sat gracefully in the armchair to far side of her, with that huge, ungainly feral grin spread across his face.
“I see you’ve made yourself comfortable, leave it Seras to help you let your hair down, so to say,” he taunted, her face was again the signature brick wall and she uncrossed her arms to lean forward, forgetting herself for a moment in anger.
“Yes, well, are you going to continue this useless play on words or report to your master as commanded?” she whispered, rage tickling the surface of her face. This entire situation had brought her to the last straw. If shooting him would make a difference and not wake the neighbourhood, she would have already put her weapon to use, she worked hard to not show any emotion, he enjoyed that. ‘Why, of all times, play this stupid game now?’ she thought to herself. He laughed deeply.
“How could I refuse a request from such a lovely lady showing so much of herself to me?” He asked and her eyes narrowed but she sat stock still, not backing down. He leaned forward and smirked. “The order cannot be completed, many of the pawns set to sail the moment they learned of your escape, master,” he replied.
Integra closed her eyes and sat back, then let out a heavy sigh. This news was not the best. However, something could be arranged, many times in the past her noble forefathers had to make such arrangements to keep the organization stable and ensure the family’s safety. She opened her eyes and turned back to Alucard, who was now staring at her longingly, she deposited her cigar and crossed her arms again.
Alucard sat back and pulled a cell phone from his overcoat then slid it across the coffee table at her; she reached out instantly and caught it. He had read her mind.
“Walter will contact you. He is arranging a ‘bargain’ of sorts as we speak,” Alucard said then looked to Seras, who had been sitting quietly the whole time with a hand drawn up at her chest. He hadn’t spoken a word to her, but Integra knew something was going on between them by the look on Seras’s face, apparently the games he played didn’t end at Integra. He reached out slowly and picked up Sera’s weapon, then stood and handed it to her, stretching in an inhuman fashion, then turned to Integra once more.
“I’m sorry to leave such beautiful company so soon, I have pressing matters at the moment and I’m sure you both will understand,” he cooed with his signature grin, and then tipped his glasses down his nose a bit to look into Integra’s eyes. She nodded and kept his gaze.
“Yes, please do what you can Alucard and report back to me at least once a day, though I’m sure you’ll frequent my haunts more than I know,” she replied, smiling slightly, he nodded in return and slipped back through the wall. Both women let out a sigh then looked to each other. Integra broke the silence.
“I’m sure his taunts were about drawing blood weren’t they? I cannot keep you from leaving to feed, nor would I. I trust you will be responsible,” she said flatly and placed the cell phone back onto the table. Seras almost looked hurt.
“Sir, I can’t do that, I can’t kill someone,” Seras whispered. Integra let out a heavy sigh, as if she were speaking with an obstinate child.
“Seras, come to terms with what you are. You must feed to remain strong. I need you strong and not weak with bloodlust, always fearing you may take it out on me. I don’t need the added stress and neither do you. We won’t be returning to the estate in the near future and you have to look at this with reason,” Integra said in the calmest voice she could conjure.
“If I have to, I will command you to feed,” she finished with an icy stare into Seras’s eyes. Seras shivered and turned her head. Certainly this fledgling wouldn’t defy her. Integra wished at that moment she had told Alucard to deal with the girl. Damn the way he put her off guard at times.
“I’m sorry Sir, but I can’t…” Seras said with a wavering voice. She had tried on occasion, with an odd drunk here or there, but couldn’t follow through. She knew that not taking the life would mean the bitten individual would become a ghoul, and killing was against everything in her nature, even with the added nature of the undead. Both prospects where unacceptable.
Integra studied her for a bit then stood and walked to the bedroom. Without a word red tinged tears slid down Seras’s cheeks. She shouldn’t be crying, she needed to save every drop of moisture in her but she found she couldn’t control it. Alucard had assaulted her thoughts with so many scenarios and questions the whole time he spoke with her commander, yet she didn’t answer him even in her mind.
‘My, doesn’t she look delicious tonight…’
‘I’m assuming you two have had fun from the looks of her...’
‘You look famished, if you don’t feed soon, who knows what might happen...’
‘You should feed, police girl, then you can be severed from my dark intentions forever…’
It seemed he would never stop. Then at the last second he handed her the weapon and told her to protect the master well. Even through his manipulation he remained true to Integra. She smiled to herself and wiped the tears away. Maybe sometime she would turn that on him, turnabout is fair play after all.
Seras strained to listen and picked up on Integra’s sleeping breaths. At least she could sleep quickly and wake instantly. She made her way back to the laundry room and folded what was in the dryer then checked the hanging items for dampness. She turned a small wall heater on so the clothing would be dry by morning.
With a sigh she stretched back out on the couch and flipped the small TV on with a remote, leaving the volume low so not to bother Integra. As dawn peeked through the blinds she put her weapon on her chest and covered her head with a large pillow. A deep, vampiric sleep soon took her even through the noise and dancing light of the television.
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Integra woke to a ray of light peeking through the blinds. She quickly sat up and grabbed for her glasses. Damn, they must have slipped from the nightstand. As she fumbled around the small table she began to wonder if she had fell asleep in them, as she sometimes did, wary of what might be just out of her poor sight when she awoke.
Her vision was getting worse as the years passed, and now she couldn’t make her hand out in front of her face, just a flesh tone blur. Damn it all. She felt around the bedding for a bit then sighed as her search turned up nothing. Bracing herself on the bed she slipped out and tried to adjust to the blurred surroundings.
She reached for the dark spot on the nightstand and found her pistol. Now where was that vampire sleeping, it must be at least nine o’clock if not later therefore the girl had to be resting somewhere. Keeping one hand to the wall she made her way silently out into the living room. She tried hard to focus on the couch.
Yes, there she was, an oblong discoloured blur. She didn’t clear the room as she normally would, knowing that it would be fruitless anyway and walked toward the brown of the couch housing the oblong blur she hoped would be Seras. Gripping her pistol tightly she grabbed the back of an armchair and leaned toward the sleeping figure, she could slightly make out a pillow-like shape covering what she hoped to be the girl’s head.
“Sergeant, wake up, I need your assistance,” she barked in an authoritarian voice. No answer. She almost found herself worried for a moment about the lack of movement then realized the girl was already dead and held back laughter at herself. She reached down to shake Seras firmly and her hand caught something not so firm. “Jesus in heaven, this is ridiculous,…” she breathed as she slid her hand up to what she hoped was a shoulder and shook firmly.
Seras’s eyes shot open at the moment she felt a hand at her breast. ‘My God, someone took my gun…’ was her first thought. Then she heard a very familiar voice saying something quite alarming. What was Integra doing? Goose flesh began to pepper across her body. If her heart beat, it would have sped up.
The hand slid firmly up to her shoulder and shook her out of the stupor Integra’s strange behaviour had put her in. She instinctively grabbed Integra’s wrist. Seras could hear her commanders surprised gasp and sensed a lingering fear all around her, something must be wrong.
“Get up idiot, and stop playing games,” Integra hissed as she jerked her hand away. Seras sat up instantly and observed her commander. She was a bit dishevelled and lacking her glasses. Her hair looked like it had been slept on wet. The overall effect made her question if this was even her commander, who usually never had a hair out of place or wore anything remotely colourful, and was never usually seen without her glasses.
“Is something wrong?” Seras said breathlessly, this was the strangest wake-up call she’d ever encountered, even over her master materializing from the ceiling above. Everything seemed strange and out of place, as if she’d stepped through the looking glass.
“Yes, something is very wrong, I can’t find my glasses. Go get them,” Integra ordered in a gruff tone. Seras let herself smile, knowing she probably couldn’t see. However she was wrong.
“Do you find my weakness amusing?” Integra said in a low voice characteristic of her impending rage. Seras wiped the grin off immediately and shook her head.
“No… no Sir, I’m just relieved it isn’t something worse I guess,” Seras replied sheepishly. This seemed to appease her commander and her anger lessened a bit.
“Well, when you’ve finished being relieved, kindly go and retrieve my glasses,” Integra snapped. Seras swallowed hard and walked into the bedroom, the clock on the nightstand told her it was nearly ten. She was still very weary; moving about in the day was becoming increasingly hard for her. There lying just beneath the bed on the floor were the glasses. Seras snatched them up and made her weary way back to the living room.
“Here you are Sir, I’m sorry, but I think I’ll take the bedroom now if you don’t mind,” she yawned as she handed the glasses to Integra who quickly grabbed them and placed them on her face. She looked at Seras for a bit and nodded. The weary vampire started to walk towards the empty bed then turned back. “I sleep under the bed by the way, I thought I’d let you know before you came looking for me,” Seras stated in the same sleepy voice. Integra was busying herself with finding and lighting a cigar.
“Yes, yes, I won’t have need of you unless we’re attacked. I’m sure that won’t be happening with Alucard in the area, you’re dismissed,” Integra replied with a wave and sigh. Seras felt angry, being dismissed in her own home seemed wrong but she decided to hold back a comment and set herself up for much needed rest.
She pulled back the bed sham and crawled into her makeshift coffin. On her days off she’d slept here before and had created this little vampiric haven. Resting her head on the pillow she began to drift.
And drift she did…
From dream to dream, the next one more blood-soaked then the last. With the sweet taste of virgin blood on her lips she flew through a perfect night. Draining human after human, all the while screaming in her mind no. No, she would never let her lustful side take over. The side that had massacred a hundred ghouls at the manor, the side that threatened to take her day after day without blood to fill her need…
Then her dreams turned to Alucard, naked and passionate. Feeding from him as he was feeding from her. Making love to her body and feeding from her spirit. This was bittersweet, her master was using and manipulating her, but somehow she didn’t care.
In her virgin dreams her mind played out the feeling of lustful sex, as she would imagine it. Then her master was laughing, laughing at her, lying on a cold stone floor. A dark figure appeared over her. A hand came to rest on her breast and it was…
Integra, with a foreboding smile on her face.
“You will feed, I will command you if I must.” she demanded as the hellish demon form of Alucard loomed, ever laughing, a thousand red eyes laughing at her.
“You could be severed from my dark intentions forever…”
Her master’s words began to echo through her mind. She was shaking. Her eyes shot open. As if still gripped by her dream a dark form was looming over her in the shadow, almost nose-to-nose she could feel warm breath.
“Wake up girl!”
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A/N: I have to warn that 'character interludes' are what I'm all about, I'm sorry, the plot is moving forward I promise. I have chapters waiting on proofreading but I will meticulously nit-pick every sentence. I tend to enjoy a review based on my plot and not my bad grammar. I (hopefully) will remedy that on my end. As a warning, this is going to be a naughty fic. Yes, I'm so attracted to the kindly Sir I can't see straight (pun intended) but I will do my damnedest to keep the players IC and not tasteless.
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