Hellsing Fan Fiction ❯ Eau Rouge de Coeur ❯ Chapter 1

Eau Rouge de Coeur

Disclaimer: Alucard, Integra, and all other characters are the property of Kouta Hirano, Gonzo, and Dark Horse Comics. I am only playing with them and will put them back when I'm through with them. Of course I'll never be through with Alucard…

"Master? Will you allow me to feed tonight?"

Alucard's silky voice came from the shadowy corner of the room. Integra had been waiting, wondering when he would come. Looking in the dressing table mirror, she could not see him standing in the shadows but Integra heard his jacket rustle as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other and waited patiently for her response. While she brushed her hair, Integra allowed herself a few moments to reflect on the first time Alucard came to her bedroom.

In the first months after Alucard saved Integra from her uncle and was released to serve Hellsing, Integra became accustomed to his sometimes bizarre behavior. It became quickly obvious to her that Alucard was particularly interested in her while she was having her period. Alucard would stand and walk closely behind Integra at these times. She could often hear him breathing in deeply as she passed by him in the hall. Initially, Alucard's behavior made Integra uncomfortable and she would spend long hours in Walter's company in order to avoid chance solo meetings with him.

As Integra grew older, her discomfort mellowed into an ambivalent acceptance. Of course a vampire would be attracted to the scent of blood. Alucard could hardly help but be stimulated by Integra when she menstruated. She assumed that he behaved much the same with all of the female Hellsing staff. And so Integra became complacent to Alucard's attentions. When he began to brush against her occasionally, she disregarded it, even began to expect it. The feel of Alucard's well-muscled arm pressed against hers during weapons training, his chest rising and falling as he breathed in her scent, became almost comforting in the absence of a father.

Only when she noticed the mirror did Integra briefly regain that initial feeling of distrust. Once while undressing, she happened to glance in the mirror. She was angered to see eyes staring out at her. Integra quickly threw her robe over the mirror and it was removed the next day. Only after Alucard gave a strict oath to never again use the mirror or come to Integra's room without invitation did she have it put back on the dressing table. Time passed; Alucard was good to his word and Integra fell back into the routine of learning, training, and becoming the head of Hellsing. And always Alucard was there.

Not long after Integra's eighteenth birthday, she began to experience severe cramps. By then, she'd become the master of Hellsing that her father had wished her to be. Strong, proud, and commanding respect from all who served her, Integra was loath to show any sign of weakness. So she remained outwardly unaffected and allowed herself only the minimal relief that analgesics provided.

No one, not even Walter, was aware of the pain Integra felt at those times, so good was her performance. No one, that is, except Alucard. On the days that Integra experienced the most pain, Alucard took considerable effort to stand and walk directly along side her. His hand would silently snake out to massage the small of her back in a manner so subtle it was noticed by no one. The first time this happened, Integra brushed Alucard's hand away and walked more quickly down the hall. His touch had been cool and provoked an immediate sensation that she was not willing to examine and did not want to repeat.

Alucard matched her speed but did not attempt to resume the physical contact. His deep inhalation reminded her of his attraction to her blood. "If you would rather the pain, refuse my aid. But I think that is foolish. Accepting this is not weakness." He watched her face intently as they walked.

Integra sighed. She could feel his red eyes practically boring into her soul. "I am the head of this organization. It is my responsibility to be the rock on which all else is built. I need no assistance."

Alucard laughed at her pride. "You are a child still. And this is a small thing to resolve. My hands are strong and can reduce the spasms you are experiencing. It is my duty as your agent to provide comfort and protection to this House. And to my Master." That said, Alucard resumed his ministrations. Integra could formulate no convincing argument against his logic and so allowed him to continue. Besides, it did seem to help.

And so this new found intimacy between master and servant continued. And grew. Gradually, Alucard took to offering these furtive massages not only on Integra's worst days, but also on every day of her period. Alucard's solitary ventures out seemed to cease during her period and he would spend long hours in the library or her office. Integra would look up from her desk to find that he had slipped in without her notice and was staring at her in a hungry way. Once she called him on this. "Alucard, what are you doing here? What do you want?" she scowled.

Alucard spread his arms and shrugged lazily. "I am wondering what your orders are for me, Master. Is there something you would like me to do for you?" He smiled and Integra was reminded of a beautiful panther patiently studying its prey.

A strange, tingly shiver ran down her spine. "I have no orders for you at this time. Go find someone else to haunt," she snapped.

Alucard stared at her lazily under half-closed eyes for a moment. "You know, Master, if you would turn your anger to passion, you would make an amazing lover." Integra watched as Alucard faded back into the shadows with a smug, amused expression on his face.

Integra stared at the spot Alucard had vacated. "What is he up to? Surely, he's not trying to seduce me. Maybe the wards should be strengthened in case he's planning to harm me." She ruminated on these thoughts for the rest of the night and went to bed for a night of confused and fevered dreams full of Alucard.

Slowly, Alucard's attentions became more intimate. While he stood silently behind her, his strong hands manipulating her muscles, she would feel him standing so close to her. She could hear as he took deep breaths of her scent and became aware that he often leaned in to her when he did so. Sometimes she could feel his breath on her hair. All this, combined with the incredible sensations he was provoking with his hands on her back, made Integra a little confused and nervous. Occasionally, Alucard's hand would dip lower into the curve of her buttocks. When this happened, Integra would freeze. Feeling her tension, Alucard would resume his attentions to her back.

Integra had spent her whole life around men - her father, her uncle, Walter, Alucard, and all the men she commanded in Hellsing. And yet, she had no real experience with men, no relationship as an adult, a woman. What should the leader of Hellsing do with these feelings being generated by a vampire? As strong and wise as Integra tried to be, she was still a naive18-year-old in so many ways.

But Alucard's manner the rest of the month was unchanged. He baited and challenged Integra when he disagreed with her orders. He left to pursue his own interests when the whim struck him regardless of instruction. He spent long hours in his room in the dungeon, ignoring everyone. Integra took some comfort in these days. She did not have to sort out her confused feelings and could just continue in her day-to-day routine.

So Integra bided her time and hoped her conflicted feelings would resolve themselves. And every month the massage episodes that Alucard offered as temporary relief from pain instead elicited stronger feelings of arousal. Integra knew that Alucard could hardly not notice. His vampiric senses could hear changes in a voice or breathing, see the subtle flush in skin that no one else could see. Alucard's behavior told her that he enjoyed the effect he was having on her. When he was not standing close by her, he was staring across the room at her with an amused glint in his eye. And with an even greater hunger.

Finally, after several months of intense attention paid to Integra, attention that was starting to draw remarks from Walter about her safety, Alucard came to Integra's bedroom during one particularly painful night. Integra heard a quiet tap at her door. True to his word, Alucard did not attempt to enter until invited.

"What is it?" Integra snapped at the sound at her door. She was in no mood to pretend she felt nothing while the spasms drove her close to tears.

Alucard's deep, silky voice responded. "Master. Invite me in." His voice sounded more in Integra's head than in the hall.

Integra hung her head and sighed. She could not tell if she was relieved or more uncomfortable that it was Alucard outside her door. "Come in, Alucard. And be quiet about it." Integra wrapped her robe more tightly about her and pulled the collar up instinctively. The young woman knew better than to think that it offered protection if he wanted to attack her but it made her feel better. As did the silver-loaded revolver in her pocket.

Alucard slid through the door and stood leaning against it, looking at Integra. He still wore his large red duster but had left his hat and glasses presumably in his rooms. His red eyes pierced through Integra as he stared at her with a knowing expression on his face.

Integra turned away. "Alucard, can't you just walk through the doorway instead of walking through the door itself?" She heard him chuckle and walk toward her. The speed with which he moved to stand close behind her surprised Integra. She tried to step away when Alucard held her close to him.

He buried his face in her hair and inhaled deeply. "My Master, you smell delicious. Can I tell you how intoxicating your scent is? Particularly at times like this."

At this, Integra jerked herself away and swung back to face Alucard. "How dare you take such liberties like this! Either tell me why you are here or get out!"

Alucard stepped close to Integra again and breathed in her scent once more. His pupils dilated as he spoke. "I believe I have a suggestion that will benefit us both. Your contractions are becoming even worse. You are loath to acknowledge pain in front of your subordinates. You need more relief than my hands have provided up to now."

He stopped and studied her for a moment, perhaps weighing his next actions carefully. Integra met his eyes with suspicion, wondering what he was proposing.

Alucard again stepped close to her and took her hand. An image of them lying together on her bed flashed in her mind. His voice quietly followed. "I can provide relief in other ways."

During that moment of shock and surprise for Integra, Alucard leaned in and kissed her. He pulled her close to his chest and wrapped his arms tightly around her. At first, Integra tried to pull away but there his hands were again, pulling such fabulous sensations out of her muscles all along her back and buttocks. Working in concert with his mouth, they caused Integra to lose all sense of balance and resolve and she melted into his arms.

Alucard chewed on her lips and began to probe her mouth with his tongue. Having led such a sheltered life, Integra had never before kissed a man in such an intimate way. She tried to extricate herself from his arms. But Alucard held her tighter and ran his tongue along hers in such a provocative way that Integra found herself responding without thought.

She felt his left hand slide up to her breast to stroke it gently. Soon he was tracing circles around her nipple, drawing quiet waves of pleasure out of Integra. For a moment, she pulled back. "Alucard, what are you doing? Stop this at once."

Alucard smiled and intensified his attentions to her nipple while he gripped her ass tightly and ground her pelvis into his. "Do you really want me to stop this? Aren't you curious about my suggestion?" His eyes held her gaze as tightly as his arms held her body. "Or are you afraid, my Master?" he taunted.

"Of course I'm not afraid of you, Alucard," Integra protested indignantly, and in so doing gave her unwitting consent for his continued attentions.

Alucard's left hand slid down to press her to him while his right hand snaked forward to slip between her thighs. He pressed his finger lightly against Integra's clitoris and moved up and down slowly. Incredible waves of pleasure lapped through her being. Integra had never explored her own body, choosing instead to train and exercise any sexual tension away. This was wholly unknown and powerful.

A moan escaped her lips as Integra unconsciously rose to meet Alucard's hand. His finger circled the hard little nub he had created in lazy O's. The arousal that Integra felt all but eliminated any pain she was experiencing. Alucard leaned down and began to suck hungrily on Integra's nipple as he rocked her in his grasp. Integra's eyes rolled at this new sensation. Surely she was going to explode if this continued.

Alucard slowly backed Integra onto her bed and lay her down. She looked up at him, flushed and a little embarrassed. But he just smiled at her, his long canines flashing in the light. Integra watched, unsure what to do, as Alucard removed his coat, then his jacket and shirt. His chest and arms were muscular, white and smooth as marble. He walked to the wall switch and turned off the light. In the dim light of the lamps outside, she could see his white skin gleam as Alucard walked back to the bed.

Integra started when she felt Alucard lean over her and kiss her throat, sucking and teasing her skin with his teeth but never breaking the skin. With some hesitation, he pulled back and opened her robe. He hooked his fingers in her panties and slowly slid them off her. His eyes locked momentarily on the pad she had been wearing but he disposed of the panties in the waste basket next to the bed and focused his attentions on Integra once more. Embarrassed and unsure of herself, she tried to cover herself but Alucard shook his head and again began to circle his tongue around her nipples, alternating from one to the other while he caressed her clit slowly until she was breathless beneath him.

Alucard looked up into Integra's face and smiled mischievously before beginning to slide down her body. His tongue traced a path from her breasts down to her belly button, where it stopped immediately for a dip, before continuing on. When his tongue reached its goal, Alucard flicked it over the little knot he had made of her clit. Shocked, Integra let out a small protest but was quickly silenced by the intense passion Alucard was generating with his mouth.

Alucard circled the nub with his tongue, then ran his tongue down and dipped into Integra's vagina. She could feel him suck every drop of blood up and then return to caress and suck her clit until she felt she would burst. Then he resumed sucking all the blood she was releasing while her pulse and breathing slowed. Over and over, he continued, making her moan and writhe while he took her blood as sustenance for himself.

When Integra was close to exhaustion, Alucard concentrated his efforts on her clit, running his tongue up and down it, circling it, and sucking it until she came with such ferocity that she bit her lip, drawing blood. While she shuddered, he sucked up the last of the blood he would drink from her that night and then slid back up to hold her in his arms for a few moments.

Integra lay there, riding out the waves of her first orgasm, not sure what to do, say, or think. Finally, she stood, pulled her robe around herself, and started to walk to the bathroom to clean up. "You're right, Alucard. I do feel better. The cramps are gone," she bluffed.

Alucard had also risen and redressed in his shirt and jacket, holding his coat in his arms. He wiped a trace of blood from his cheek and licked his finger clean. "I'm glad you approve of my methods. As I said, we both benefit. And you tasted delicious, my Master." He smiled and leaned into her to lick the drop of blood off her lips. With that, he faded into the night, leaving Integra to sort out her own feelings.

In the end, her feelings were pretty straight forward, like much of Integra. This happened when she needed it. She was still the Master, Alucard the servant, even if he did provoke such intense responses from her with his hands and his tongue. And she would keep that balance of power.

"Master, will you make me wait all night?"

Integra returned to herself, sitting at the dressing table, comb in hand. She set down the comb and stood, walking to the bed. She could hear Alucard walking toward her, his jacket rustling as he moved. His firm hands caressed her arms as he buried his face in her hair and breathed in her scent. "Master…. Integra…. Mmmm, my favorite scent."