Hellsing - Blood Heritage

Disclaimer: I don't own Hellsing, and I'm not making any money from this.

This came up during a discussion and I just wanted to throw it out there so everyone would know. Syn's name is pronounced 'sin'. I have no idea if that's the correct pronunciation for it in Norse, but the only other way to pronounce it I can think of would be 'sine/sign'. If that's correct, then I'm throwing it right out the window. I just can't imagine anyone saying something like: "Hey sign! Wassup?"

Ugh. just... no. And 'sin' has the double bonus of meaning 'no' and sounding like something you probably shouldn't be doing. What more could you ask for?

And I realize that I've been throwing out the random snippets with the Nazis, then not saying anything about them for long periods of time. That's partly my sadistic nature coming out, and partly my trying to focus on what's going on at Hellsing. I tend to do that with characters too... I get caught up in what's going on with a couple of them, then ignore the rest until I realize: Hey, Walter hasn't been mentioned for the last... 5 chapters! I should probably say something about him so everyone knows he's still alive...

I apologize for that. I will try to do better. I can definately promise that the Nazis will make an appearance/cause some trouble real soon.

Oh, and my parents and my aunt are probably going to start reading this at some point in the future. Kind of cool that. And when my aunt saw a picture of Alucard that I had on my desktop, she was like: "He looks like Micheal Jackson!"

This pretty much sums up my reaction: 0_o

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Syn hadn't been present for the sending off of Seras and the Captain simply because she wasn't at Hellsing at the time. The whole mess with the Nazis had kicked her into high gear, and the redhead had gone over to one of Ed's factories to work on various projects they had in mind. The new lightweight armor was finished as well. Ed practically dragged Syn into the testing area to watch a demonstration of it's capabilities. Needless to say, she was highly impressed.

Edmund was always the more defensively oriented of the two of them, while Syn's talent was designing weaponry for the offensive side of Hellsing's work. So she wasn't surprised that his team had created something that went above and beyond her initial idea. It was a heavy black fabric - only slightly thicker than canvas, but more flexible. You couldn't see or feel anything about it that would indicate it was anything other than ordinary material. But when one of Ed's guys volunteered to put on a shirt made from it and let her shoot at him, Syn saw how strong the stuff was.

She fired five rounds from 100 meters away. Each one of the bullets was reflected off of the material easily. The man wearing it, a guy Ed had introduced as Reeve, only flinched when the rounds hit him. Syn stared in amazement.

"That doesn't hurt?" she called out to him.

"Hell yes it hurts!" Reeve said with a grimace. He allowed himself a moment to recover from her last shot, then straightened. "It's like being hit with a blank. You definately know when you've been shot, but you wont get anything more than a bruise."

"The armor will protect against shots fired up to 25 meters, depending on the type of gun we're talking about." Ed informed her. "Any closer and the damage from the impact will be some serious bruising and a chance of internal injury. If the soldiers need something for close range combat, they'll need to wear Kevlar for additional protection. Otherwise, this stuff can handle just about anything."

Reeve had pulled off the shirt and was making his way across the testing area towards them. "Anything 'gun' related." he clarified. "It offers a 'bit' of protection against clawing and biting, but if there's enough force behind it the armor wont do much good."

Ed nodded thoughtfully. "Yeah, there's that." he admitted. "Your best bet is to make sure the units know not to get any closer than the 25 meter mark. We're working on something stronger that can take the force of a bite, but it's not going to be ready for production for a while..."

Syn shook her head. "Keep working on that, but this is amazing. Sir Integra will be very pleased."

If she didn't know any better, Edmund puffed up a little more than was necessary at hearing that. "I certainly hope so." he said with a sideways grin. "Speaking of Sir Integra, there's something I've been meaning to talk to you about..."

He and Syn left the men in the testing area to head back to his office. Once inside, Ed ushered her over to the sitting area where they could go over stacks of notes he had made. There were several of interest to her - ideas for putting seals on the doorways of the escape tunnels, bigger cannons and gatlin guns that could be transported on more dangerous missions, even an almost obscene idea for a massive railgun on the roof of the manor. Some were feasible, some were so far out there that even Syn - with her overactive imagination - questioned whether they could be built. But the notes she found most interesting were for something smaller and much easier to bring into reality. They were written specifications for a handgun suitable for defensive use. Something to be designed specifically for her boss.

Syn glanced up from the notes with an arched brow. "You want me to make a gun for Sir Integra?"

Ed blinked, trying his best to look innocent. Needless to say, it failed miserably under her scrutiny. "What? You don't think she needs one? Especially with all this shit coming out lately..."

"That's not what I'm talking about and you know it." Syn replied. "Why are 'you' asking for it?"

"Because I want to give her something nice, and Integra isn't exactly the type of woman you buy frivolous things for." he said matter of factly.

Syn had to fight to keep her jaw from hitting the floor. Edmund and... Sir Integra?! When the hell did 'that' happen? Though, now that she thought about it, there had been several things she should have picked up on. Ed being given his own space to work in at the Hellsing manor was one. And there had been countless times when she had walked past the knight's office and seen the two of them talking out of the corner of her eye... but she had always thought they were discussing business matters.

"Edmund Stryker!" she exclaimed, crossing her arms over her chest. "You're putting the moves on my boss aren't you?!"

"She's 'our' boss." her cousin clarified. "And I am doing no such thing." At Syn's unconvinced look he coughed. "Okay fine. Maybe I am a bit. But if you want to get technical about it, she put the moves on me first, so this is all her idea."

Well, that certainly sounded more like something Integra would do, Syn thought. The knight was the sort to take charge and go after things herself. But still, this was her boss and her cousin they were talking about! Edmund wasn't a member of Hellsing per say, but he still worked for them exclusively. Relationships between high-ranking people who worked closely together turned out one of two ways. They were either incredibly strong and strengthened the group as a whole, or they went sour and tore everything apart. They also had their strong personalities that could go for them or against them. All in all, Syn wasn't entirely sure what to think about the revelation. It could turn out to be a really good thing or a really bad thing. There was no way to tell except to sit back and watch - and hope that they both were happy.

"Why didn't you tell me?" she asked suddenly. "Does anyone know about this?"

Edmund opened his mouth to reply, but was interrupted by a shrill, feminine voice.

"I know about it! It's so cute! Um... could you guys move this stuff out of my way?"

Ed groaned and buried his face in his hands while Syn glanced around to find the source of the voice. It was obviously Ed's spirit, Nyx, but she couldn't see her anywhere. It took her a moment to remember that the top of the table they were using was slightly reflective. She moved the stack of papers to the side to reveal a fresh faced, dark headed girl. Well, girl probably wasn't the best term. She looked to be in her early twenties, but had a youthful exuberance that made her appear a bit younger at times.

Once the obstacle blocking her view was removed, Nyx smiled up at Syn. "Thanks. You really need to put a mirror in here Eddie. This whole 'popping into the table' thing is no fun."

Ed shot a look at the tabletop. "There is a reason for that."

Nyx made a face at him. "Oh come on! You make it sound like I bother you all the time. I've been getting better about it haven't I?"

"Yes..." he admitted with a sigh. "But you've been popping up a lot more than usual lately."

"Well, that's because there's something interesting going on now." the spirit replied smartly. "I mean, honestly! You start bringing a woman around and expect me to just sit by and not get a look?"

Edmund rolled his eyes up to the ceiling. "Does your gun do this?" he asked, glancing at Syn.

She nodded somberly. "All the time. At least Nyx refers to herself in the first person... Lasher is very..."

She didn't get a chance to finish before Lasher popped up next to Nyx in the table.

"Lasher heard his name! What is mistress and cousin Eddie doing?" he glanced around and started bouncing excitedly when he saw Nyx. "Nyxie!!! Lasher loves spending time with his favorite spirit!!!"

Lasher tackled Nyx, making the female spirit double over and start flailing about like someone being attacked by a wild animal.

"Lasher! Get the hell off of me! I'm not a fucking teddy bear!!!"

Lasher immediately jumped off of her, but kept his arms wrapped tightly around her waist. Nyx didn't look happy about having the boy attached to her like a leech, but tolerated his presence better now that he wasn't on top of her. She rolled her eyes and patted his head in a sisterly manner.

Ed looked sideways at Syn. "I see what you mean. When you make that gun for Integra, could you make sure her spirit doesn't act like these two?"

Syn opened her mouth to tell him she had no control over what the spirit of the gun acted like, only to be interrupted again.

"You're making a gun for Eddie's girlfriend?" Nyx squealed. "Oh my gosh! Could you make her spirit a guy? I really can't see myself being a lesbian. I mean, I 'might' be able to if that's how it has to be, but I think I like guys better. Oh, and make him hot too! Or her... or whatever! Just make them pretty to look at so I'm not stuck with someone ugly!"

Syn held up her hands for silence. "What the hell are you on about?" she asked.

Nyx disentangled herself from Lasher and cleared her throat like a teacher about to present a lecture. "We spirits of guns are the complement to our owners. So when two people who have these types of guns have a relationship with each other, the spirits have a similar sort of relationship. If Eddie and this Integra are romantically involved, then I'll be involved with whomever the spirit of her gun turns out to be. That's just how it works."

Ed and Syn shared a mutual look of confusion. Neither of them had ever heard of that before. Although, it did make sense in a weird sort of way...

Lasher tapped his chin thoughtfully. "Huh. That makes sense. Is that why the Jackal stalks Lasher so much? Cause it is very...." he stopped, his face going white. "Wait!!! Lasher don't like this rule! Jackal is creepy and fat and bald and sweaty! And he talks funny and puts -willis- on everything he says!!! Lasher don't like him!!! He looks like one of those peoples who does bad things to little kids!!! Harkonnen always has to beat him off of Lasher!!!"

Syn wanted to fall into a giggle fit at the boy's outburst. Alucard's gun looked like a child molester? That had to be the most oddly appropriate thing she could imagine. Still, the spirit looked greatly distressed by it, so she held in her amusement.

Nyx patted the boy soothingly on the back. "Don't worry Lasher. We're spirits. We can't have sex, so the worst he can do to you is be annoying."

Lasher blinked up at her with wide eyes. "Really? Is Nyxie telling the truth?"

"No, I'm not." she said with a huff. "You have to have wild butt sex with him for the rest of your existance."

Hearing that made Lasher go into a wild screaming fit again. Nyx put up with it for about 2 seconds before breaking down.

"I'm joking Lasher!!! Geeze, get a sense of humor..."

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It took forever, but Syn and Ed finally managed to get the guns calmed down and back to where they belonged. Syn left to go back to the house after that. They were both too wound up from the altercation to really do anything and Syn worked on projects better when she was alone anyway. Ed gave her the notes to work from, his only instructions being to make something she thought would be appropriate for the lady knight and keep it a secret.

As soon as she got to the house, she immediately went up to her office. She deposited the notes for Integra's gun in a place where no one would find them, then glanced through some of the other papers. She wasn't sure about this 'mobile cannon' business he had going, but it got an idea forming in her brain. Deciding that a few sketches wouldn't hurt anything, she pulled out the designs for Seras' Harkonnen. She set her laptop to play a random selection of music to help her concentrate, then set to work.

Having the cannon reload after every shot was time consuming, so she made modifications for it to use belt fed ammunition. Of course, with the sheer size of the shells, there would have to be something that could be worn to carry the ammo. She came up with a box-like design that could be worn on the back with an opening at the bottom for the ammo to feed through. She couldn't imagine Seras actually wearing the thing. She already complained about the size of the Harkonnen as it was. But Syn was having fun with it, so she added a second cannon to the drawing and doubled the size of the ammo box for the hell of it. When she finished with the drawing, she held it up to examine it.

"Impressive, even if it is ridiculous." she commented out loud.

"Why is it ridiculous?"

Syn had been so engrossed in what she was doing that she didn't notice Alucard's presence until he was right behind her. She had grown used to him appearing out of nowhere, so she wasn't particularly shocked. What surprised her though was how close he was. He was leaned over her shoulder, his head mere inches away from hers, yet she hadn't noticed him at all. Berating herself for being blinded by what she was doing, she glanced at him from the corner of her eye.

"Seras would never use it." she told him. "Something like this would be more than three, possibly four times the weight of what she has now. I don't know if she's even able to lift that, much less use it."

Alucard's eyes never moved from the design. He traced his fingers along the paper, as if touching something he found precious.

"I want you to build this." he said finally.

Syn didn't know whether to gape at him or roll her eyes at the command. "Alucard." she began slowly. "Even if Seras could lift this thing, the size alone would hamper her movements..."

His eyes finally moved from the paper to graze over her own. There was a strange glint to them that made her momentarily forget to breathe.

"There are strengths and weaknesses to every weapon." he replied. "Build it. I will be the judge of my fledgling's capabilities."

Syn really couldn't find a way to argue with that. Alucard was Seras' master after all, and he would know what she was and wasn't able to do. She gave a little shrug and made a few marks on the paper to indicate it should be worked on in more detail.

"If you can convince Sir Integra to shell out the money for it, I'll do it." she replied.

He seemed content with that. His curiosity about what she was doing satisfied; Alucard straightened from his position behind her and stepped over to the computer playing her music. A selection by Chopin had begun, and it seemed that the vampire approved of it while looking a bit surprised by it's appearance in her music list.

"I wasn't aware that you listened to music other than that awful noise you play all the time." he commented, giving her a wry grin as he did so.

Syn huffed and snatched her cigarettes out of her desk drawer. She pulled one out and lit it, feeling that she would need the rush of nicotine to handle the upcoming argument. Alucard was very picky about what he considered music. He listened to a small selection of classical, jazz, and blues, with random snippets of older country mixed in. Syn was the complete opposite. She listened to just about anything as long as it had a beat or flowed well. It was probably something she developed from being a DJ. Or maybe it was what made her a good DJ in the first place. She wasn't entirely sure. What was certain though, was that the vampire was of the opinion that most of her music was pure trash - and he had no qualms in telling her so.

"I like to be well rounded." she informed him.

She wanted to jab at him for calling the rest of her music 'awful' but knew it wouldn't do any good. He was picking on her to get a reaction. She decided to ignore him. The redhead leaned back in her chair, closed her eyes, and blew a puff of clove flavored smoke through her nostrils. Syn heard the brief rustle of fabric - indicating that he had moved. Not only had he moved, but when she opened her eyes, he was crouched down in front of her with the strangest look on his face. It was something she couldn't immediately read.

"What?"

Wordlessly, Alucard slipped the cigarette from her fingers and put it out in a nearby ashtray. As he leaned in closer to her neck Syn wondered what the hell he was doing, then remembered that he thought the cigarettes she smoked made her taste better. But that knowledge didn't stop the tiniest of shivers from running down her back.

"Um... I'm feeling a very distinct sense of deja vu." She said quietly.

Though she couldn't see his face, she was fairly certain she felt his lips curve into a smirk against her neck. The vampire let out a breathy sounding chuckle at her words.

"Indeed." he murmured quietly. Syn felt the scrape of his fangs against her throat, and she prepared herself to be bitten. "Do you expect my master to come and save you this time?"

Syn blinked. "Why on earth would I need to be saved?"

The vampire froze. He pulled back enough to rake his eyes over her in a contemplative manner. Almost like he was deciding whether or not she meant what she said. Or perhaps he was taken aback by the fact that she had said it at all. It was always hard to tell what Alucard was thinking. Syn stopped thinking about it when he jerked her up out of the chair and pushed her back against the desk. And when he swiped everything off of it with his arm, she made a mental note to make him clean up the mess later.

His lips captured hers hungrily, stealing the breath from her lungs. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, then into his hair as his tongue laved at her mouth.

"Alucard..." she murmured, pulling back enough to suck in a breath. "The door..."

"Fuck the door." he growled.

Syn's office door didn't have a lock on it, so she could only pray that no one walked in on them. Knowing Alucard, he would probably shoot them on sight. But the thought that they could be discovered at any moment made everything more exciting. When the vampire ripped the front of her shirt open, she forgot all about the bloody door. His head dipped down, and Syn shivered as she felt his tongue sweep across the skin in-between her breasts. Suddenly, he pulled away and pressed a gloved finger against her lips.

"Take it off." he commanded.

Syn didn't miss a beat. She took his finger into her mouth, running her teeth down the length of it before biting down on the fabric at the tip. He pulled his finger free, then made her repeat with the rest of them. When he was free from his glove, he snatched it away from Syn's lips. He took his other glove off himself, then dropped them both on the floor.

It didn't take long for the rest of her clothes to wind up in the same state as her shirt. Alucard slid his hands under her ass and lifted her up onto the desk. There was nothing for her to do but dig her nails into the wood as he slid inside of her. It was the most irritating thing she could imagine. Her clothes were in shreds, he was still (almost) completely dressed. If he was going to fuck her, she wanted to feel some skin damn it. But every time she reached for his shirt, he would growl and pin down her arms. When she refused to stop, he just picked her up, turned her around, and pressed her down onto her stomach.

Syn could feel his breath tickling along her shoulders, his claws digging into her hips as he thrust against her. It was familiar, and yet there was something there that hadn't been before. A strange stirring in her mind. It was like he was inside of her and she was inside of him. She felt everything he felt - and that made every sensation and movement a thousand times more intense. She felt the desire and hunger - the almost overwhelming warmth of being surrounded by heat and sweat, and wanting to taste all of it at once no matter what the cost might be. And knowing that the feeling was from him and she was the one that inspired it made her feel powerful, no matter how much dominance he exerted over her. He could feel that too. It was a strange swirling of emotions and bodies that spiraled until neither of them could really tell what belonged to whom.

When her release finally hit. Syn had to bite down on her arm to keep from crying out. Alucard pressed himself deep inside of her and buried his fangs into her shoulder. The feeling of both her orgasm and the blood loss made her weak in the knees - literally. She slumped against the desk, sure beyond all doubt that she wouldn't be able to move on her own even if she wanted. Though he continued to feed, the vampire withdrew from her body and wrapped his arms around her to keep her steady as he lowered them to the floor. When his thirst was satisfied, he pressed kisses along her neck then against her hair. She almost laughed when she realized he was breathing heavily, like he was out of breath. It was funny - the thought of a vampire 'breathing'. But then, she supposed he wouldn't be able to smell or talk if there wasn't some sort of air exchange going on.

There were no words exchanged between them. They simply indulged in the comfort of being so close. Not doing anything really except riding the aftershock and ache of good sex. But the floor wasn't the most comfortable place in the world to be, and Syn endured it as long as she could before saying something about it.

"Alucard?"

The vampire didn't move an inch from his position. He simply murmured his lazy response into her hair.

"Hmm?"

"Could you please take me to bed before someone walks in and finds us?"

His quiet chuckle was a cool whisper of air against the back of her neck. 'Why? The look on their face would be quite amusing...'

Syn frowned at the mental tease. "Damn it, I'm serious."

He laughed at her again, even as his shadows wrapped around them to transport them down to the basement. Syn let out a sigh of relief when she felt the familiar comfort of their bed. Funny, she used to think of it as hers... but he was in it as much as she was, so it was theirs in a way...

"Better?"

She twisted around in his arms, not surprised in the least that his clothes were now gone and he was pressing her onto her back. He was obviously expecting more than what he had gotten in her office, and at the moment, Syn was willing to indulge. Yet she couldn't resist a small jab at him first.

"Much." she replied, her breath catching slightly at his teeth scraping across her chest. "But you still have to clean up that mess you made of my desk..."

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So... ~coughs~ Ahem, I have no real excuse for why this chapter is late except that I am currently house sitting in the middle of nowhere, where the internet doth fear to tread. So whenever I make an update, I have to drive about half an hour to get somewhere that has internet access. :(

The good part of this is that while I'm out here I can focus on writing chapters!!! I am aiming to have at least three of them done by the time this little house sitting mission is done. I'm going to be out here for a little more than a week, so it should be plenty of time.