Hellsing - Blood Heritage

'Leave it to a bloody monster to be turned on by fighting...'

The moment he was able, Alucard had literally dragged Syn off by the hair, citing a need for 'stress relief'. From the way things were going, he was getting a lot more relief than she was. She had been chained up in his room for the past eight hours, enduring every torture imaginable. And the evil bastard hadn't let her get off once.

Not that she hadn't come close. Oh no... he pushed her to the edge of oblivion more times than she could count. But he always stopped right before she found her peak. The first time had been the worst. He had her pressed into a wall, stroking and fucking her with those delicious tendrils of darkness until she felt she would surely die. Then, just as she felt the beginnings of an orgasm build, he pulled away. She had reached down to give herself some relief, only to have him snarl at her and pin her arms over her head. When she tried rubbing her legs together, he had wrenched them apart, leaving her completely unable to move; then slapped her across the face - not hard enough to do any damage, but certainly enough to warn her not to do it again.

"You will 'beg' for me." he snarled, his eyes blazing with intent.

Which left her in the situation she was in now. Chained to the ceiling and her legs tied so they were splayed apart, hanging at least three feet from the ground. Alucard had to be the most sadistic creature she had ever encountered. He beat her mercilessly, clawed at her skin until she was covered in blood, even used those enormous guns of his in ways that they were NOT designed to be used. But the worst part of it was he made her enjoy it. He pushed her to the limits of physical pain, only to drag her back with pleasure so mind blowing, it made her want to cry. And cry she did, several times in fact. And Alucard was always there to lick away the tears and describe how wonderful they tasted to him. He was going to drive her insane.

He was circling around her now, stalking like an animal. He bathed himself in darkness so she could see nothing but faint traces of pale skin and his eyes burning like embers. Though she would never admit it out loud, he had pegged her when he said she liked feeling helpless. She hated feeling weak and vulnerable - but the way he forced his dominance onto her made her heart race in ways she never could have imagined. It was dark and frightening... but incredibly hot. Syn didn't beg for anything, but her self control was slipping past conscious thought. And Alucard knew it. The fucker KNEW it.

"How much longer will you deny yourself?" he purred from the shadows. "You cannot lie to me dearest. Your body is crying out to me. Begging for what only I can give it. All I need to hear is your voice..."

Syn gritted her teeth together in stubborn determination.

Alucard laughed, still pacing around her. "Your resistance is glorious, but everything has it's breaking point." He paused behind her and reached around to cup her breasts in his hands. His cool breath tickled her ear, making her moan. "You enjoy this don't you? Being at my mercy, subject to my whims... I can see the dark places in your heart. I can feel them there, pulsing with desire when I'm near you. I can hear your pulse quicken and your blood rush when I touch you this way..."

His long fingers trailed down her stomach to caress the bundle of nerves between her legs. They were hypersensitive from all the previous abuse they had received, and the moment his skin made contact, she jerked violently.

"Is surrender so terrible that you would torture yourself so?" he continued, his fingers massaging her there. "You cannot fight me forever. All I require is a single word from you. One little word and the torture ends."

Syn could feel the pressure building. Heat flooded through her body, and she didn't think she could survive another denial. Her breath came in ragged pants.

"You... You're evil." she whispered, gasping for air.

His lips brushed against her throat as he chuckled. "You would have it no other way my dear. Now..." he pressed his fingers against her hard, making a shock rip through her body. "Do you want me to stop?"

Her back arched against her will. "Gods no!"

"Then say it."

She hesitated, not wanting to give in, but not wanting the pleasure to end. When she didn't immediately respond, one of his fingers lengthened into a claw and pressed against her in warning.

"Say it!" he growled.

Her control broke. "Ple...please." she whimpered, not able to take it anymore. "Please fuck me...."

She felt his lips curve into a grin. "Good girl."

The chains and ropes holding her captive released instantly, and she fell to the floor in a heap. She sucked in a breath at the shock of the cold stone against her skin. She barely had time to register she was free before Alucard grabbed her by the hair.

"On your knees woman." he commanded roughly.

Syn quickly pushed herself up onto her knees, feeling his hands roam across her bare back. The tip of his cock rubbed against her entrance as he gripped her hips, positioning her. Then with a powerful thrust, he seated himself in her completely. She came the moment she felt him inside her.

He was furious and violent, taking her with long, deep strokes that made her cry out with pleasure. Her body moved of it's own accord, pressing back to meet every thrust, urging him deeper. Though she knew it was impossible, she could swear she felt him hitting her cervix with every movement he made. His long tongue snaked across the cuts on her back and the stone floor bit into her knees. One of his hands slid forward to rub at her clit as he pounded in time with her furious heartbeat. The heat in her womb began to build again.

"Alucard...." she gasped. "I can't... I'm dying..."

His fingers twisted in her hair and he jerked her head back with a sharp tug. "Die then." he growled. "Let go of everything and surrender to me..."

When the orgasm hit her, it was dark and painful and twisted - something only Alucard could have done to her.

And there was nothing more satisfying.

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"Considering our current situation, I think it best if we begin production as soon as possible." Integra commented from across the desk. "I want the new soldiers to have your weapons when they arrive. We wont be able to wait for you to build the prototypes."

Syn nodded in agreement. It would take far too long, and the men would need the arms faster than she could build them. She pulled out her cigarettes and lit one. "I understand sir. I have already been working on designs. Do you want me to hand them over to the factories?"

"Actually, I was hoping you would meet with the chief engineer personally to present them." the knight replied. She sat back in her chair. "I want these guns built to your exact specifications. I have never met him myself, but Mr. Stryker should be more than willing to let you oversee his team."

Syn lurched forward in her seat, gaping at the woman in disbelief. "Stryker? 'Edmund' Stryker?"

Integra arched a brow. "You've heard of him?"

"I... I know him." Syn replied, her head still reeling. "Ed's my cousin."

This time, it was Integra's turn to gape. The cigar she had been smoking nearly fell out of her mouth in shock. "Your 'cousin'?" She stared at her a moment before calming herself. "I had no idea... The world is indeed a very small place." She looked at Syn over the tops of her glasses. "You are on good terms?"

"Oh yes!" Syn replied quickly. "He's a great guy! I haven't seen him in a few years, but we were close when I was younger."

"Wonderful. Well, since the two of you know each other, I suppose this will go much smoother."

Syn nodded, feeling much better about the situation. Edmund was a distant cousin, but he had been almost like a brother after Jonas took her in. It had been four years since his father died and left him in charge of his business. If she trusted anyone to get the job done right - and quickly, it was Ed.

A sharp rap on the door to the office interrupted her thoughts. Walter came in with Integra's afternoon tea.

"Ah, Walter." she greeted as he set down the tray on her desk. "Did you have any idea that Edmund Stryker was Syn's cousin?"

The butler's eyes widened a tad before he caught himself and returned to his usual manner. "I did not Sir." he replied. He shot a sideways glance at Syn. "Although, considering your family's talent for blessings, perhaps it should not be so surprising..."

Integra made a sound of agreement as she poured her tea. "I want you to take her to the factories. Today if at all possible."

"Of course Sir." he replied with a small bow. "I can escort her there this afternoon."

"Excellent. While you're here, is there any news on recruitment for new soldiers?"

Walter paused, a frown forming across his face. "I'm afraid recruitment from the regular military will be impossible. Reassignment of that many men would draw too much attention to us - even if we pull from various branches. As such, I've taken the liberty of employing a group of mercenaries..."

One of Integra's brows shot up. "Mercenaries? Do you think we can trust men motivated by a lust for money?"

"Normally I would think such men suspect." the butler admitted. "But with the current situation, we have few options available to us."

Syn set her jaw thoughtfully. "If I may Sir Integra... Mercenaries are usually driven to their occupation by more than money. They have few family ties, or very weak ones. They enjoy fighting and throw themselves into their missions completely. They haven't been indoctrinated with a formal military mindset, so they are willing to use creative or unusual tactics to get the job done..." She trailed off, letting her words take effect. "From the few I have seen personally, they can be ruthless on the battlefield, but most have a well developed sense of honor when it comes down to it. If you can inspire their loyalty, I think mercenaries would actually be a better option than normal soldiers."

Integra folded her hands on top of her desk and considered her quietly. "Is that your professional opinion?"

"It's a personal opinion." she said after a moment's hesitation. "You are free to disagree with me, but if I were in your shoes, I would consider it carefully. The military is founded on rules and regulations. They serve their purpose of course, but rules can be helpful or a hindrance, and regulations often cause more trouble than anything. Mercenaries don't worry about that so much. In the heat of battle, the thing at the forefront of their minds is getting the job done in the best way possible. Sometimes that means breaking a few rules. But as Hellsing is a shadow organization..."

"...our business is founded on breaking rules when necessary." Integra finished for her.

"Yes sir."

"Hmm... you have a point." she took a sip of her tea, then looked at Walter. "How long before they arrive?"

He cleared his throat. "I believe they are currently finishing up an assignment in Chad. Their captain informed me that they could be in London within two weeks."

"Well then, I believe you can use that as your deadline Syn." Integra commented, giving her a glance that was half curiosity and half challenge. "Do you think you can handle that?"

Syn squared her shoulders. "I work well under pressure sir. I'll make sure it gets done."

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Walter was busy most of the morning and early afternoon with interviews for the household staff. The vampires, whom Syn had later learned called themselves the 'Valentine Brothers', had not only wiped out the soldiers - they had slaughtered every human being in the house. Hellsing had to start completely from scratch. Cooks and maids and gardeners had to be hired for the house and grounds - and an entire new team had to be brought in to staff the medical ward. Logistically, it was a nightmare; especially with the construction going on in the parts of the house that had been hit hardest. But Sir Integra insisted that they continue business as usual.

It was nearly 6:00 pm when Walter met her in the garage to take her to the munitions factory. Apparently he had called ahead and Edmund and his team were going to wait for them.

The factory itself was a large, high tech looking building in the industrial area of London. From the outside, there was no way to tell it was any different from an ordinary establishment that dealt with technology. But Syn's keen eyes picked out the defense systems guarding it. Key codes were required to get past the main doors, and there were a whole host of lasers and motion sensors that monitored any unusual activities. No one was getting into this place without A LOT of people knowing about it.

Edmund met them just inside the main entrance. Though she hadn't seen him more than four years, he hadn't changed much. His light brown hair had grown out a bit, just brushing his shoulders - but the rest of him was the same. He greeted Walter with a firm handshake, then turned his openly mischievous gaze onto Syn. He peered at her over the tops of his square lensed glasses before speaking.

"I figured when we got those new orders for custom rounds that I'd be seeing you around. You're the only person I know that could come up with the outrageous specifications those things have." He commented with a grin. He ruffled her hair like a brother teasing a younger sister. "Man you've gotten taller. Last time I saw you, you barely came up to here." He held his hand at chest level.

Syn laughed. "Well, I was fifteen last time you saw me." she pointed out. "I've had a few growth spurts since then..."

"Thank god. I was worried I was going to have to work with a midget." He said with a chuckle. His eyes flicked to the portfolio in her arms. "Let me show you to my office so we can go over what you've brought."

Walter stayed behind so they could work in privacy. Once they both were seated comfortably in his office - which was more like a living room than a workspace - they took some time to catch up a bit before going to work. Syn was a little miffed when she discovered that Edmund already knew about the 'arrangement' she had with Hellsing and their pet vampire. Apparently EVERYONE in her family knew, except for her. Ed had a great attitude about it though. He even offered to kick Alucard's ass if he did anything stupid. The thought was appreciated, but she honestly didn't think he would get very far.

After several minutes of reminiscing, they decided to stop playing around and get down to business. She pulled out her designs for him to look at. Most of them were variations of assault rifles already used by the military; M-14's and M-16's with modifications to make the shots more powerful. There were also a set of side-arm drawings - handguns that could be used in a close range situation when rifles would be too cumbersome.

"I was going to build prototypes for your people to work from, but since the attack on the manor..." she began.

He waved a hand to cut her off. "I've heard about the situation. These are detailed enough to build without an actual model to work from. I've already had a group put together to handle the initial firing tests." He glanced up from the stack of papers they had been going through. "Do we have a time frame to work with?"

"The new forces will be arriving in two weeks." Syn informed him. "Sir Integra wants everything built and ready for use by then."

Though she had given the knight her assurance that it would be done, it was almost unthinkable to expect such a large amount of work to be completed in such a short time frame. But Ed was just as stubborn as she was, and he looked more than up to the challenge. He let out a low whistle.

"Damn, that's not much time..." He flicked back through the designs with an appraising eye. "I'll have to call in my backup guys and have everyone work double shifts..."

Syn frowned thoughtfully. "I know it's a lot, but Hellsing is practically helpless right now..."

He interrupted her again, this time with an offended expression. "Oh PLEASE. This is exactly the kind of thing my people need. Making bullets day in and day out gets so boring. My guys need a challenge - something to keep them on their toes. Hell, I'll stand over them with a whip if I have to. If the boss says two weeks, we'll get it done in two weeks. I've never been late with an order, and I don't intend to start now."

Syn smiled at the characteristic family tenaciousness shining through. "You know, I couldn't help but notice what an amazing defense system you have in place here." she commented slyly. "If your team is so bored, I have a whole list of other things that I could use some help with...."

Edmund's eyes lit up with interest. "Start talking..."

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They began production the next day. Syn took it upon herself to be at the factory every morning as soon as it opened, and refused to leave until the last employee had gone for the night. It wasn't unusual for her and Edmund to take over testing duties once the other engineers were gone - working well into the night. Every member of his production team was amazing. They threw themselves into the project with the same zeal as their boss. The result was nothing less than magical. Not only did they have everything built and ready for use within the allotted time frame, they had done it in 'ten days'.

Of course, the drawback to this was she didn't get very much sleep. Even when she wasn't doing something at the factory, she was hard at work on defenses for the manor. Ed picked it up as a pet project, and the two of them were constantly on the phone discussing what would be best for Hellsing.

"If Sir Integra is worried about her civilian employees, we should probably install panic rooms in designated areas of the house." he suggested over the line. Syn imagined he was looking over the blueprints she had acquired from Walter as they spoke. "At least three on each floor, one in each wing. If they're well stocked with supplies, they could survive in them for weeks on end. It wouldn't be a bad idea to have them all trained in how to handle a weapon either. Giving a maid a handgun isn't an assurance of survival, but it does improve their chances..."

Something ice cold brushed the back of her neck, making Syn jump in surprise. She jerked the phone away from her mouth and glared at the vampire grinning behind her.

"Will you stop bothering me? I am trying to work here!"

Alucard pouted at her. "You're always working. Will you save none of your time for me?"

"Not when I have something this important to work on." she snapped. "I don't need you distracting me right now. Go... torture Seras or something."

He quirked a brow. "Are you encouraging me to take my interests elsewhere? I believe it was you who said you wouldn't stand for... How did you say it? Me cheating on you?"

"Damn it, that's not what I meant and you know it!!"

"Oh? So you were 'joking' when you threatened to castrate me if I strayed?"

She heard Ed start laughing on his end of the phone. "Okay Syn, you have to admit, you walked right into that one."

"Shut up Stryker." If her cousin had been in the room, she would have glowered at him. Since he wasn't, she took out her frustration on Alucard instead.

"Fine. Be that way then." he said in mock indignation. "It sounds like you have more important things you could be doing, so I'll leave you to it."

Syn didn't like the mischievous note in his voice. "Edmund Stryker! Don't you dare hang up on me!"

"Goodnight Syn..." he replied, his tone saccharine sweet as he hung up the phone.

She shot a death glare at her phone, cursing at the sound of the dial tone. "That evil bastard!"

Alucard chuckled at her reaction, pulling the phone from her hand to flip it closed. "I think I like this cousin of yours... you simply 'must' introduce me"

"Ha ha. Very funny. Introduce the vampire to my family. That's a wonderful idea."

"I'm glad you agree."

Syn gritted her teeth, wanting to scream at him. "That's not... WHAT THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU DOING???"

Alucard had dragged her out of her desk chair and swooped her bridal style into his arms. He walked 'through' the wall - which was the most disconcerting thing she had ever experienced - and reappeared in the dungeons. "You haven't slept in 36 hours. I'm taking you to bed."

"I'm not tired." She insisted, crossing her arms over her chest. "Now put me down. Right now."

He waltzed into his rooms and over to the bed before dropping her onto the mattress. "As the lady wishes..." he purred.

"Goddamn it Alucard!" she shouted, her temper strained to the breaking point. "I am NOT going to bed. I have too much work to do!"

She tried to scramble off the bed, but Alucard caught her by the ankle and dragged her back. "You 'will' go to bed." He told her, his voice becoming more commanding. "You have completed the most important task Integra gave you, and now you will rest." He pulled her underneath him so she couldn't go anywhere. "You do us all a disservice when you exhaust yourself needlessly."

Syn chose to ignore the fact that Alucard was forcing her to bed like she was a three year old. But, if she stripped away how he was handling the situation, he 'was' right in a way. The gun order was finished. And while she could spent all night working on her other project, there was little point now that Ed wasn't adding his input.

'I hate it when he's right...'

She resigned herself that she wasn't going to be going anywhere for a while. When he saw that she had relaxed, Alucard loosened his grip and rested his head on her chest. He let out a contented purr when she reached up to run her fingers through his hair. Syn couldn't help but laugh at the sound.

"I think this is all just an excuse to cuddle with me." she teased softly.

Alucard snorted and shifted his head to glare at her. "Go to sleep woman."

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Dawwww.... that's just... so cute!!! I'm sorry, you can disagree with me if you want, but I have noticed that most really intimidating guys actually do like to cuddle - it's like, one of the defining features of being intimidating in the first place I think... . And you know Alucard can get away with it, cause he's so bad ass. Try saying something to him about being a pansy and see how far you get. Just let me know when you do it, cause I'm bringing a camera. XD


So... I'm thinking we'll be seeing some more familiar faces in the next few chapters. I'll TRY to get the Geese into the next chapter, but I make no promises.

Oh, and Pip wanted me to tell you that he loves reviews even more than me, so be kind and leave some for our favorite Frenchman to read!!!!


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