Obsession

2: Sweet dreams are made of these
Two weeks later

The sun was starting to peek over the horizon when Seras drug herself into her bedroom. She was covered from head to toe in dirt, gore and blood. It had been a long, wretched night and all she wanted to do was clean herself off and crawl into her coffin-bed. As if the night's fight with freaks wasn't bad enough, one of the new recruits panicked and shot off a cannon in the building they were fighting in. Luckily, Alucard had shown up and got all the Hellsing soldiers out. Unluckily, he left Seras on her own, to get out of the crumbling building. Digging oneself from nearly a ton of rubble really, REALLY sucked. It took her over an hour to free herself, and she was cursing the entire way. The first sight to greet her as she crawled out was her Master smirking down at her. The soldiers had long since returned to the Hellsing manor.

"Took you long enough," he chuckled.

With a low growl, Seras managed to pull herself free from the rubble, every muscle in her body screaming in protest. "Would have been nice if I had some help," she muttered under her breath.

He cocked an eyebrow at her, "Come now, Police Girl, how are you going to learn anything if I have to hold your hand all the time?"

"Hold my hand!" she parroted back incredulously. "What the hell am I going to learn by having a bloody building fall on me!"

Alucard shrugged, "To survive, Police Girl. I thought you could use a little lesson on survival and self-preservation, since you've been doing such a bad job of it so far."

Seras felt a knot of anger form in her stomach. She was not in the mood to have her Master lecture her on how horrid a vampire she was and about her refusal to drink blood.

"I'm sorry I'm such a disappointment to you Master," she stated softly, "Maybe if you actually trained me as a vampire-"

"You won't even act like a proper vampire, why should I train you like one?" he asked, his eyes narrowed.

Seras opened her mouth to tell him off but he was gone. Typical. She looked around and realized that she had been left alone, in the middle of nowhere, with no way to get home.

"MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSTEERRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!"

The trek back to the manor was long and painful. She spent the time thinking of awful things to do to her Master, but it was just wishful fantasizing. He was the all-powerful Alucard, and she was just a weak little fledgling. She made it to her room without seeing anyone, which she was grateful for. With a disgruntled sigh, she shed her soiled clothing not caring where it landed, and trundled into the shower. She washed the dirt and blood off herself, wincing at the sight of the cuts and bruises that covered her body. She could almost her Alucard's voice in her head saying, "If you drank blood like you're supposed to those wounds would heal up instantly.." Her fingers traced along the scar on her throat and the numerous ones peppered along her chest where Anderson's blades had cut into her. Her Master had told her even at full heath, wounds from a blessed knife took a while to heal completely.

Still brooding about the night's events, she pulled on an oversized t-shirt and plopped down onto her coffin-bed, pressing the switch to shut herself in.

No matter what she did, she could never get her Master to think she was anything but useless. Her eyes stung with tears as she clenched her fists. Most of the time he either ignored her completely or spent his time tormenting and mocking her for wanting to retain her humanity. She just wished once he could treat her like… well… a human being instead of a toy for his own twisted amusement. Maybe if she had drank his blood as he asked... Ever since that night with Anderson, Alucard treated her with disdain. Had she lost the only chance to get any sort of respect from him? Seras sighed and turned, burrowing her face in her pillow.

As her mind reeled with troubled thoughts, exhaustion caught up with her and she slipped into an uneasy sleep.

She slowly became aware of a pleasurable sensation coursing through her body. She slowly opened her eyes, letting them adjust to the darkness of the coffin. They widened in surprise as she saw Alucard leering at her, his gloved fingers casually stroking up and down her thighs.

'Oh my god, what the hell!', was the only coherent thought that filled Seras' mind as she stared at him with wide-eyed astonishment. All she was wearing was a T-shirt, which had been pushed up over her waist. Her legs were spread and Alucard was resting comfortably between them. Gone was his ever present red hat, trench coat and glasses, he seemed to be shirtless. She went into a full body flush as her feet brushed against bare flesh. Alucard was naked.. Here.. In her coffin. Seras' brain crashed. Alucard gave her a slow, devilish grin and lowered his head to lathe his tongue along her inner thigh; his long, silky hair brushing against her skin. She jumped at the contact.

"M-Master... W-W-What are you doing?" She squeaked as she tried to pull away from him, only to realize that her coffin trapped her in place.

He chuckled softly against her thigh, sending a tingling ripple through her body. "What do you think I'm doing, Police Girl?" he purred before lowering his head to place soft nips along her sensitized skin.

"Master!" she squeaked, "Why-"

A low growl rumbled in his chest as he looked up at her, his eyes glowing intensely. "Seras Victoria, do you want me to stop?" His fingers began to lightly stoke her with a feather-soft caress.

Seras squeaked again. She was absolutely mortified by what he was doing to her, but... She mewled as his fingers increased the pressure, stroking more insistently.

"Well?" he asked again, beginning to withdraw his fingers.

"No!" she cried, "Please... Don't stop..."

He smiled that Cheshire grin of his. "You are not to speak, Seras Victoria," he purred, as he teasingly made his strokes lighter, causing Seras to squirm underneath him. "Not a single sound or I'll leave. Do you understand?"

Seras nodded, biting her lower lip hard enough to draw blood. Alucard chuckled and moved his fingers to the sensitive bundle of nerves at the apex of her cleft. She jerked as a volt of pleasure ran through her body. It took everything in her power to keep from crying out. Alucard smirked and then continued to nip and lick along her inner thigh as his finger flicked against her with slow and torturous strokes. Seras brought an arm up and pressed it hard against her mouth to keep in the mewls that threatened to escape her lips. Her other hand slid down and fisted itself in his silky hair. He began thrusting his fingers into her. Seras had to bite into her arm to keep from screaming out loud. Her hips bucked up faster and faster against his hand, as an exquisite pressure built up inside of her. A low chuckled reached her ears and she cast her gaze down to look at him. He gave her another wicked grin before extending that obscenely long tongue of his and lowering his head to…

WHAM!

Seras let out a howl of pain as stars swum in front of her vision. For a moment, she blinked in pain and disorientation, the taste of blood in her mouth. 'What the hell...?' One arm was smeared with blood from where she had bitten herself, the other one was still stroking against her …
"Gaaaah!" She squealed as she pulled her wet fingers out from between her legs. She was blushing as red as a fire engine with mortification and disgust at herself as she pressed the lid release of her coffin bed. She dashed to the attached bathroom of her quarters and turned on the cold water. Pulling off her shirt, she sat under the shower, silently cursing as the freezing water caused goose bumps to break out all over her body.

'Dear lord, what the hell was that?' She thought to herself, 'I must be going daft to have those kind of dreams about him...' She sighed and pushed her wet bangs out of her face. It was most likely some weird residual of her anger at him from last night's events. At any rate, she had to calm herself down and hide this particular event away, because if Alucard got even the slightest hint about what she had been dreaming about, she would never hear the end of it.

After about an hour of sitting under the cold water, Seras finally got a hold of her emotions. She turned off the taps and got herself dressed, heading over to her coffin bed, to make it. For a moment she paused, her eyes widening as her nostrils flared for a moment. She stripped off the bed sheets, her cheeks aflame. With her relatively weak sense of smell, she was aware of the scent of her masturbatory fantasy that still clung to the sheets. Alucard would probably be able to smell it just by coming into the room. Muttering more curses under her breath she stalked out of her room, in search of a laundry room.

"Bloody hell. This is not the way I wanted to start the night..."