Midian Evolution

I sat up, letting my legs dangle over the edge of the bed. Slowly, because I didn’t know what to say, I busied myself with removing my ruined stockings. My movements drew Alucard’s eyes. The moment I finished, he held out his hand for them.

I handed them over, wondering if all men had such strange tastes. I’d assured him I wouldn’t throw the things away; why be so pushy?

He pulled the slashed silk through his fingers before folding them and tucking them away in his belted sleeve. “How do you feel?” His soft tone totally stood at odds with his behavior only moments before.

“Like I’ll make it,” I answered, not asking, but just crawling into his lap.

He didn’t protest my boldness for a second, merely moved his arm so I could get comfortable. “I’ll give you some of my blood to bolster your strength,” he said. “It won’t make you my kin, don’t worry.”

I thought about telling him I’d heard this already, but I decided to keep my knowledge private for now. I would drink from him, but now wasn’t the time. Closer, yes, but still not quite opportune. Instinct told me to wait.

As he opened the champagne, I dropped my cheek to his shoulder. I loved getting this close to his smooth, corded throat. Inhaling, I took in his scent. Blood, soil, rosemary, musk and high temper. The sharp tang of the alcohol hit me next.

He raised his wrist and bit. Time to acquire a taste, singe-sotie. He let blood stream into the glass, more than he’d ever taken from me for this purpose. He held his wrist up to me. Lick. Get a palate for it unadulterated, too.

I’d only ever had the smallest taste of him.

Mindful of not taking too long and making him mad, I swiped my tongue across his wrist.

Never in a thousand years would I be able to describe to another the experience of him. He embodied power, death, and intoxicating madness. He tasted of intelligence, raw cunning, pheromones and pride, and a hundred other things I couldn’t catch in just one burst. When I finally drank from him, I feared he would completely overpower me.

His wrist, now healed, Alucard finished mixing champagne into the glass of blood. Instead of handing it to me, he held it to my lips. “Slowly,” he cautioned. “For you, even the alcohol by itself is potent.”

How did Walter know to bring this to you? I asked.

I asked him, he answered silently, as I’d initiated. Now, drink a sip.

I obeyed. I really didn’t know what to think about the conflicting tastes. Having my master’s blood cold held familiarity, since I’d licked it off his corpse, yet master very definitely had never been drunk then. The dry, sharp tang of the golden champagne suited his personal flavor, in a strange way. With his blood, the liquid matched his eyes almost exactly.

I wanted more.

He chuckled when I opened my mouth again. “Good. Very good, Seras.” Obligingly, he tipped more in. I swallowed another mouthful of his blood’s complexity, and it slid smoothly into my belly, coiling like an icy serpent.

Why doesn’t the alcohol make me sick, master? I can’t eat or drink anymore.

A quirk of our design. We can usually tolerate juice, too. Next time I might try pomegranate and see how you fare. He wiped my bottom lip with his forefinger, a slow drag across my sensitive skin. “You’re not going to feel at all yourself for an evening or two. Let me feed you, and don’t feel any shame over it.” He held the glistening drop he’d collected from my mouth.

I accepted the silent invitation. I meant to just give his finger a perfunctory lick, but the second I touched tongue to flesh, I enveloped the whole digit. His body stiffened as I wrapped around him and sucked.

Heat soared through me. I released him, panting, wondering what in hell had possessed me. I…I didn’t mean to-.

I know, Seras. He offered me the glass again. This, also is nothing to worry about. This time yester-night, your eyes took in a lot of sexual technique. You felt compelled to mate, and spent a day in agony unable to achieve release.

So, this is supposed to happen?

He laughed lowly. If you had any more experience, you’d be quite aggressive. He pushed the glass against my lip. You haven’t taken your drink.

Now that I’d had several tastes of this concoction, I really liked it. I felt warm and fuzzy inside, and stronger. Alucard made me feel protected, even cherished.

Cherished and protected…

A sudden stinging came at my eyes. I almost gulped the next offering, desperate to drink of the man I sat upon. I’d always felt he cared, that he felt a duty to me, but this was different. This was intimate, close and personal.

Feeling for him took my breath away. It seized my heart and squeezed, hard. Like a dam bursting, I exploded into tears. Clutching him at his shoulders, I hid my face against his neck and under his hair.

What is it? he asked, setting the wineglass down. Seras?

I could love him all I wanted, but he couldn’t possibly love me. It would hurt our relationship if I told him.

I love this.

It was the only answer I could give. I used his trick of giving information not related to a real answer, yet distractingly close. I hoped he’d fall for it.

He released a breath. Five hundred years and I still don’t understand females.

I choked on a laugh.

Here, you baffling creature. Finish this glass. We have a few hours before the sun rises, and I’m sure you’re eager to get in that bathtub. Despite his business-like words, I heard satisfaction in their delivery. It pleased him that I enjoyed our unholy communion. You need help bathing. Integra volunteered. I leave it to you. Choose her help and you’ll fend off her guilty well-wishing until the end. Choose me and I’ll let you keep your thoughts and silence close.

Did he really expect me to pick Integra? We weren’t that close. It would embarrass me to embarrass her. We’d go round and round awkwardly, me trying not to notice her discomfort and her trying not to blush. Alucard would inspire some awkwardness, too, but at least I could be completely honest with him.

You, master. I finished drinking.

You picked rightly. He carried me into the bathroom and set me on the edge of the tub. I best fill your needs, and it will remain that way.

Arrogant.

He started the taps, plugged the drain and tested the water temperature.

For someone who doesn’t know his way around modern plumbing, you do well, I teased.

I watched you do this. He turned his head to smile at me. It was the same smile I’d seen upon awakening at Hellsing Manor as a vampire. It had terrified me at the time, but, now it made me indignant.

Master, you are so mean. This phrase threatened to become purely mine. Had I a tombstone in my future, I’d insist upon immortalizing them as my last words. Spying on a girl in her bath!

Call it a weakness. Perhaps I missed trapping Integra in her bath.

You do this to Integra, too? I couldn’t believe his gall.

Until a few weeks ago, I did. She’s since put up barriers to keep me out.

Now I had another reason to snipe at Integra. She’d given me this lovely tub, yes, but with it the lecherous eyes of my voyeuristic master. What a lovely gift, Sir!

I’d been his second choice. That made me feel horrible. Jealous and horrible, actually. I hid my face in a towel, struggling mightily to control myself. The thought of him wanting her over me made me insane. I coveted his regard for her, to the point of it being ridiculous.

“Seras?”

The sound of his spoken voice and his tone of confusion just set fire to my resentful brain. I vaulted from the tub’s edge, twisting in mid-air. Grabbing his neck, I bore him down into the water with a mighty splash. “Don’t you look at her!” I shouted into his astonished face, snarling like a beast. Red filled my vision. “I’ll kill you both!”

It had to have been his blood making me violent. I thought of that after the redness bled from my sight. I focused on my master, who watched me intently from underneath one, large soap bubble. How long I’d held him underwater I didn’t know. I couldn’t drown him, but the tableau filled me with horror.

Releasing him, I rocked back on my heels. Alucard sat up, throwing his long arms to either side of the tub. “Finally, some vitriol and fire,” he said, suddenly reaching for my much-abused shirt. Gripping with both hands, he ripped it like tissue paper and freed my breasts.

My shock lasted only a second before real anger took control. Lurching forward, I grabbed at his ridiculous leather garment. My nails erupted into claws, spraying a fine mist of blood over us. It dotted his face and the tub, little crimson stipple-points on bone white canvases.

I exposed his chest, scraping him carelessly in the process. Now, now came the moment I’d known to forestall. I felt my fangs moving down, growing and growing like they’d never stop. I would drink from him, and he’d allow it.

All that taut alabaster skin, begging for sharp kisses.

That beautiful, elegant throat, asking for my teeth.

I caught his wrists, forced them to the tub rim, and struck. He arched, a ragged gasp escaping his lips. Seeerrrraasssss…

Fears of his blood overwhelming me proved so valid. Greed made me draw hard upon his artery. I couldn’t get enough of him. His blood, so rich and pure, made me shiver with power and lust. He writhed under me, and though he could have broken free of my hold, he didn’t even attempt it.

Hot, so hot between my legs. I ground down on the leather-wrapped bulge there, delighted at his little, answering moan. I heard water splashing from our increasing movements.

Seras, he repeated. Yes, sotie, yes.

All his passion poured back into me. I thrust against him, remembering the rhythm of his thigh pressing me. I filled with the need to bring him to climax, to show him he didn’t have all the power between us. And, I wanted relief. That pressure in my pelvis climbed so fast, so strong. The taste of him in my mouth, sliding down my throat, sent me mad. I wanted nothing more than his complete surrender to me, and my own to him.

Do you like it, master? I asked, drawing and drinking harder. Is this what you want from me? Tell me!

…this and more, Seras… He met my downward beat with answering, upward thrusts, lifting me violently. I felt our hearts working in unison, now, sturdy beats in tandem toward our shared goal.

Slower, he asked, mental voice ragged. You’ll drink all of me.

Though tempted otherwise, I obliged. Then, I remembered his lesson with the convict Sir Islands brought to us.


I could give him even more pleasure.


Focused upon bringing him ecstasy, I withdrew my teeth, swirling my tongue over his seeping bite. He gasped, shuddered underneath me. His hips twitched upward in a particularly hard thrust, almost unseating me. Seras, you clever little-. Trembling, his hands clenched into fists. -attentive, adaptable-.

Alternating between light suction, my tongue, and mock bites, I made him thrash. Filled with joy, with triumph and bliss, I rode his twisting body, determined not to lose contact for even a second. Each time his straining erection met my pleasure center, I drank. I licked and bit his throat upon every withdrawal, taking his delight higher and higher. I felt his voice vibrating against my teeth as his groans became growls.

Master, yes, I hissed in his mind.

Seras. He panted in my mind. Come for me. Now.

I tipped over the edge at his command, bucking against him as my insides liquefied. I screamed, holding him with all my strength, legs clamped to his sides. It was so fast, so hard. My vision blackened.

Alucard released a long, torturous groan. His body shuddered violently, then jerked without rhythm.

I collapsed upon him.

His heart thudded wildly in his chest.

Absolute, bone-crushing fatigue seized me. I ran the tip of my tongue over my left fang, wondering why I heard splashing. The tub barely had enough water to float a thimble.

My master wrapped me in his arms. I felt the water level rising around us.

“What on earth?” I heard Walter shout in the hallway. Frantic knocking came at my bathroom door. “Miss Victoria?”

I grunted, having no energy left even for talking. Master’s left index finger twitched, and the door opened.

Silence.

“Well,” Walter said finally. “I’m glad Sir Integra listened to me about not putting carpeting in here.” The door shut.