A Hellsing fan fiction
Chapter 1
By Torahiko
I do not own Hellsing or anything inherent therein. Please review!
"Nosferatu Alucard!!"
Integra screamed as Alucard ducked his head back into his shadow portal, grinning his cock-eyed Cheshire cat grin. He knew she had been having a particularly taxing day, what with the Iscariot nearly having succeeded in their raid of the Hellsing mansion at five o'clock that morning, when most of the inhabitants had been asleep. April's fool indeed. It was his intention to cheer his master up a bit. But it seemed that she was in no joking mood.
"I'm sick of you!! You and your incessant craving for attention!"
Integra had bolted out of her chair, and presently she stormed to Alucard's room. She swore, as she approached, that she could hear the monster's gleefully insane cackle echoing through the door. She kicked the door open and drew her magnum pistol, and she aimed the silver gun perfectly in line with Alucard's head. He continued laughing a few moments longer, holding his sides in a rarely used, very human gesture. His fangs glinted in the dim light of the room as his wide mouth howled his mirth, and Integra hissed with impatient rage. He quieted finally as he stared at her, his red eyes musing her even still.
"Oh Master, the look on your face was priceless, I assure you!" His wicked grin widened impossibly, and he erupted in mindless laughter again. She cocked the pistol and readied the trigger as she stepped towards the vampire, who had seated himself in a chair against the far wall.
"Will it be worth the searing pain you will endure for the rest of this night?!" Integra snapped at him, gritting her teeth, infuriated beyond measure, and becoming more enraged as her mind unwillingly replayed the recently passed events: the curious tingle over her lap as she worked at her desk, scribbling furiously to plow through the necessary paperwork of that night's destruction; the warmth that had soothed her eyes shut when she had leaned back in her chair, exhausted and strained; the chilling ethereal sensation that had swept over her and seemed to penetrate every layer of her clothing, eliciting a handful of small sighs and whimpers from her unknowing lips; and finally, the sight of Alucard's catty face rising through her desk when her eyes snapped open with embarrassed realization, his slender mouth curved into a jagged smirk.
"Oh Master, Master...you never could appreciate a good prank," Alucard responded to her delicious mental peepshow, the fox-sly smile firm against his cool lips. He stood from his seat and sauntered idly to the Ice Queen, his eyes swimming in hers and threatening to swallow her whole. "Where's your April spirit?" His voice became a deep growl, husky, predatory, as he stepped towards his Iron Maiden, and his fangs glittered, winking at her, as they brushed the flesh of his bottom lip.
"You raped me!!" She spat out vehemently, her eyes becoming venomous slits as she glared at him.
"Ah, but I never actually touched you, Master." Alucard reported matter-of-factly, his eyes dancing as he watched the delightful reactions he had coerced from his master, and he folded his arms over his chest, looking down at her with extreme satisfaction. Oh yes, tonight was going well.
Integra charged upon him again and set the mouth of the gun against his chest, against the spot where his heart hid underneath the demonic flesh. "You crossed a BIG line tonight, Alucard! Your actions were completely inappropriate!" She stared at the impudent vampire, ice shooting over the rims of her glasses into the simmering lava before her. "It's about time I showed you the true price of your actions..." Integra steeled her arm as she released one shot into his chest, blowing a generous hole in his being. But before her pistol's bullet chamber loaded the next shot, Alucard had regenerated the wound, his shirt, tie, and signature duster undisturbed by the blast.
Alucard sneered at his master's attempt to show him the 'true price' to anything. He reached for his own beloved Casull, but before his gloved hand touched the cold steel, Integra let loose another shot, this time into his thigh. Alucard screamed as he dropped to one knee, the hollow-tipped silver bullet burrowing deep into his leg before erupting out of the skin and into the marble wall. His flesh burned like sulfur rubbed into a gash, and another searing pain accompanied the first in his other thigh, and again as two bullets ripped through both his arms. Alucard writhed on the floor, moaning in his torment. It felt as if his limbs were engulfed in white fire. He winced, hissing, as he looked up to Integra's face, his scarlet eyes flashing with spite at the situation. "M-Master...what do you do?!"
"You broke a big boundary tonight, Alucard, and you've had a rash of them as of late. You continually have disregarded my orders, and you have made inappropriate advances. I felt you were threatening my authority as leader of the Hellsing Organization..." Integra laid the pistol on the mantle of the nearby fireplace and turned to her pet monster again, her hands rising to the buttons of her shirt. Her fingers were deft as the fabric slid off her shoulders, revealing a lacy black bra.
Alucard froze immediately, nearly all of the pain forgotten as his eyes shimmered with hot crimson, fixated on the silk of his master's flesh. He then became very aware of the sound of Integra's heart, pounding in her chest. He listened as her sweet blood raced through her veins, allowing a light blush rise to the skin of her face. The sound was a deafening waterfall in his ears, and his tongue darted out to lick his cold lips. "...what do you do, Master..." Alucard whispered, suddenly afraid to break whatever unnatural trance had hold over Integra now, and she replied by undoing the clasp of her slacks and letting the fabric drop away from her slender legs.
As she stepped out of the pile of clothing, Alucard affirmed with a smile his previous observation that her underwear was indeed a flattering shade of blue.
Alucard blinked and dragged his eyes away from her neck, seeing now that something hung around her waist, and Integra smirked upon his discovery. "It's a new toy Walter helped me to acquire in my plan to subordinate you once again..." She took hold of the handle and gently unraveled it from her waist as she pulled, unveiling a glittering line of rope.
"Another whip? Oh joy..." Alucard sneered at the sight of the object, seeing immediately where this little game was headed. The pain in his limbs was dulling, yet it left him partially paralyzed, as he learned when he tried to inspire his body to rise and ravage his master's flushed body. He dampened his lips with his tongue once more.
"It's a little different from the leather whip you love so much, Alucard...this one is...special."
Integra returned the sneer as she dropped her hand, and her wrist snapped, forcing the rope to lash itself against Alucard's shoulder. The hiss of burning flesh flooded his ears, replacing for a moment the savory sound of her hastened blood, and the pain flooded his mind. He groaned and gritted his teeth, his back reflexively arching to the strike.
A silver-coated whip. How ingenious.
Chapter 2 will be coming soon! I hope you all enjoy this story. It's my very first fanfic, so tell me how it is. OOC much? I hope not. Constructive criticism is welcome!
-Torahiko-