Only His

Chapter 4: The First

Please forgive me, I am so very very sorry about this incredibly late update. Please put down the pitchforks, I have now taken this story OFF hold, and am currently writing again
Woo!
It involves a little more pain play, and very slight non-consent…well a little more that a little.
You have been warned.
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P.S. Alucard is circumcised. That is how it is.
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Chapter 4
Three days after the incident was the first time Seras woke up without a sore behind. Her amazement and relief were joined by a speculation of the current time, because it sure as hell can’t be dawn yet.

These two other thoughts however, were completely encompassed by the overwhelming hunger that rushed through her body. Her eyes went dark as all thought vacated her, and her primitive instinct reigned dominant. She needed sustenance. She needed it now. Nothing else she could ever imagine would quell this thirst, until she had glutted herself. Not even that.

Seras clawed her way out of the coffin, falling nude upon the cold floor. No, this wasn’t Seras Victoria. This was the beast that resided in her, the thing that thought only of its basic needs. This creature dragged itself over the floor, too weak and inhuman to stand. The creature didn’t notice, or didn’t care about its nakedness; it only cared for the blood in the bucket full of ice.

It was so close; she was so close to satisfaction that she moaned.

Somewhere inside this animal, a small voice cried out against the profane nature of the thirst. The vampire that was Seras ignored it, pushing it aside in the wake of the hunger. The voice screamed louder. This was wrong, somewhere inside, it knew this.
But drink now. Later was the time for thinking.

No, Seras cried, but the beast had control. No, no, no, NO NO!
“NO!”

Seras Victoria came back to herself with a jolt, so sudden that it gave her head spins.
She curled up into a ball on the floor, uncaring of the cold of the dark stone beneath her. She gasped for air, trying to calm herself, trying to make some sense of what had just taken place. She knew now, without a doubt that what she had tried to avoid for so long had occurred. She had became a slave to her thirst: a mere animal, claiming human thought and trying to implement human morals.

She was as enslaved by her hunger as she was by her Master, she thought bitterly.
Dully, she picked herself up off of the floor. She needed a rug to warm the ground, she reflected, for she seemed to spend more time on that than she did in her coffin.
She stood in the centre of her room, trying to work out what she had to do. The event had left her disorientated and confused. She didn’t even know what the time was. Was she even supposed to be awake?

An approving hum behind her made her whirl around and shriek, as a red clad being took obvious and utmost delight in her unclothed state.

“Master!” She wailed in dismay and vainly tried to cover herself with her hands...a feat bordering on miraculous, as Seras’ curves were anything but petite.
His grin widened even more, if it was possible.

“A delicious state of dress, Police Girl.” He said smoothly. She dove for the covers. He gave her a look of mock disappointment.

“How dare you come into my room unannounced!” She howled, “It doesn’t matter that You are my Master, coming into my room without knocking is so rude and, as You can see, leads to compromising and embarrassing situations!”

Suddenly He was there, right in front of her, leaning over her, grinning as if this was the funniest thing in the world.

“I dare many things, Police Girl.” His eyes narrowed over the tops of His round orange glasses. “Would you have preferred me to come in, in the state you were in before?”
Seras choked on the words she was just about to utter. How could He have known? Unless…?

“Yes.” He answered her unspoken question. “I was spying on you, Police Girl.”
She went pale. That means He saw everything…
“And I would say,” He continued, “That you had the right idea, before you had a petty attack of your human morals.”
“But Master. I can’t! I just can’t drink it.” Suddenly she realised something, “You don’t understand…”

“No,” He confirmed implacably, “I don’t. You have two hours to converse with your conscience, Police Girl, and come to the right decision. Do not disappoint me.”
And He left, not just disappearing as she expected, but sliding gently through the walls, darkening the small room with His shadows.

Vainly, a small part of her wished she wielded that sort of power.
You can, Police Girl. If you would only set aside that small human part of you and drank, if you only aimed for your true potential.
She hated that, when He spoke in her mind. Damn Him, and Damn Him thrice for trying to make her drink.

Why did he always ask her to do the impossible! Couldn’t He see that she didn’t want to drink? Why did He persist in trying to change her, to create something out of her that she despised! Is He so disappointed in her? This thought struck her to the core. And then she wondered why. Why is His approval so necessary to her?
Suddenly an image flashed in her mind, of her Master offering her His blood. Her freedom. She refused Him. She didn’t know why then. Or did she?
Perhaps…

No. She steered herself away from that train of thought rather firmly. She didn’t want to examine that possibility just now. Instead she studied the little plastic packet filled with blood. It was so tempting, the thought of drinking that blood. Somebody’s blood. Morbidly, Seras wondered whose blood it was. Did this person give their blood freely, knowing why it was being taken? Or were they given no choice? Were they even able to make a choice?

She asked herself these questions viciously; lashing at herself with malice and cutting words for even being tempted to partake in that liquid of life.
She was an abomination. A monster. Only such a creature could need something else’s death to survive.

Her Master revelled in that fact. The Monster she desired, she wished to…befriend was nothing but a beast that lived on the death of other’s.

Suddenly, the young fledgling felt violently nauseous. If He had His was, she was to become like her Master, caring for nothing but herself. Disgust and something like despair clenched at her gut, and pushed her delicate system past its breaking point. Flinging herself off the bed (and upsetting Philip in the process), Seras made a wild dash for the toilet, retching wildly.

She just made it as bile forced its way up her oesophagus and splashed all over the pristine white porcelain. The inside of the bowl was quickly splattered with sticky green fluid that stunk of illness and misery.
The bitter taste of her own bodily acid twisted her mouth and sent her into another fit of dry-retching. Indeed, nothing else was in the vampire’s stomach to vomit back up.

Seras Victoria spat green-brown saliva into the putrid water sitting at the bottom and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. The ceramic bowl was cold against her stomach and breasts, and the chill was giving her pale flesh goosebumps. Wearily pushing herself up from the floor, Seras flushed the toilet and made her way to the sink to rinse out her mouth and brush her teeth.

After throwing the toothbrush back into its holder, she took a washcloth and wet it with boiling water. She used the washer to wipe down her shapely and sweaty body, to try and get rid of the stench of bile. After the washrag was thrown in the basin, Seras vaguely eyed the room. The blood was still there. So much for it disappearing magically.

Seras sighed and looked at the clock. It was 2am. About an hour and a half before Master came back. Even she didn’t know what He would come back to.
A cold damp touch on her ankle made her squawk and leap on the bed. It made Philip squawk too and streak under the bed like a mad thing. It was all very dramatic and Seras sighed again. She was so paranoid.

Suddenly Seras was struck with a thought. Well, it wasn’t a thought, so much as a realisation. Really, it was right in front of her the whole time and it just didn’t occur to her. She had been traipsing around her room completely starkers. Anybody could have come in! Why, didn’t that exact thing happen not a half hour ago?! Oh God, imagine if Walter had just trotted in! Seras giggled, her mood briefly lightened as she imagined the stately Angel of Death-come-butler’s reaction to such a situation. Well, she better save the old codger a heart attack.

After slipping on a pair of silky grey pants and a dark green shirt, Seras flopped down on the comfortable coffin. Philip poked his head out warily from underneath and eyed her suspiciously. His apparent desire to sit on the pillows was tempered by his misgivings of her upending him again.
Seras chuckled wearily and offered him her hand. After sniffing it cautiously, and deciding it wasn’t poisoned or anything else untoward, he gave her leave to rub his head.

This she did gladly, wondering at the change wrought in but a week. He had put on weight, and his bones weren’t sticking out nearly so much. Not to mention he was looking a lot cleaner; Seras could actually discern his colour now. Philip’s coat was a light grey, with dark grey and black bands around his face and legs. His bright green eyes looked at her in puzzlement, as if wondering why she was staring at him.
Then he decided that she should have to share the pillow, because hogging was just unfair. The delicate fledgling relented and allowed the ball of fur to contently take up most of her cushion.

Seras turned her head to look at the clock hanging on the wall. It read 2:07am. One hour and twenty three minutes left.
What was she going to do? She asked herself. Would she acquiesce to her nature…or her Master?

Her Master said that if she didn’t drink her blood, she would be punished far worse than she was before. Seras wholeheartedly believed that. She was scared of Him. The power He was privy to was terrifying, yet arousing. Seras tried to think at what the Nosferatu could do to her, and felt a small twinge in her groin even as fear gripped her heart and squeezed. He could do anything.

If she was true to herself, and didn’t drink, then she would be in a lot of trouble, and probably, a lot of pain. That painful spanking would be a walk in the park compared to what He would do to her; that she knew. If she obeyed Him, and betrayed herself, then she would please Him, but would the taint she would feel be worth it? She wanted the blood - that she would admit: But if she drank, the shame would be unbearable.

In the end, it came down to one thing. Obey herself, or her Master?

The young undead beauty curled up into a ball upon the feathered coverlet and squeezed her eyes tight against the tears of frustration and misery that threatened to well up behind her eyes. Why is He making her do this? Is it some twisted game of loyalty, or something far more ominous?

Seras needed advice. She needed somebody that could be objective, yet sympathetic. A monocled, wire-wielding, obsessively cleanly somebody. She wondered where he would be now. Probably off cleaning something…Or trying to find the brandy, because Sir Integra turned into a monster without the stuff.

Suddenly somebody knocked on the door and a monocled Walter entered.

Well that was creepy.

“Good morning, Miss Victoria, you’re up quite late. Shouldn’t you be asleep?”
That was even creepier, she decided.

“Why would you want to come into my room when I was asleep?” She asked nervously.
In response, he held up the cat food tin. Oh. Of course.
Philip perked his head up from the cushion and damn near exploded from joy. He did a running leap from coffin to Walter shaped food distributor and wound sinuously around his calves, meowing pleadingly all the while.
“God, how long has it been since he’s been fed?” Seras asked in shock, sitting up on the pillows.

“He was fed yesterday afternoon,” was the reply.
No wonder he was not so emaciated anymore. The thing never stopped eating.
“He’s going to get fat if we keep feeding him like that.” Seras told Walter.
“Yes, but he has a long way to go before that.” Walter replied cheerfully.

The red blonde watched Walter as he unwound himself from the cat and carefully put the food in his bowl. The thing began inhaling the food as if he hadn’t eaten in weeks. Both Walter and Seras looked on in a mixture of fondness and disgust.

An unexpected weight on the end of her bed made her lose her balance and fall flat on her face. Lucky for her, it wasn’t on to a hard surface.
“Gaining superhuman abilities apparently does not mean one obtains the grace to use them.” Walter noted.

She glared bright red daggers at him. He smiled in return.
“I am sorry Miss Victoria, but having been on the receiving end of one of Alucard’s glares, I do not think that you could scare me.”
In response to hearing her Master’s name, she grimaced in distaste.
The butler’s brow furrowed. “And what has Alucard done to warrant such a look?” He inquired gently.

Seras hesitated. What could she tell him? More importantly, what couldn’t she tell him?
“He…humiliated me.” She said warily. Walter looked at her quizzically, but asked no questions. She sat and stared at the fidgeting hands in her lap. Her hands. Had she said too much already?

The silence reigned for a little while, before it was less broken, more obliterated by the fledgling’s outburst.

“What can I do?” She almost wailed, “When He attempts to force upon me something I don’t want, and then punishes and humiliates me when I refuse to do what He asked of me!”
“This has to do with you not wanting to drink your blood?” Walter asked her.
She nodded, dashing away tears.

“What do you suggest I do?” She asked plaintively.
Walter watched her for a very long time.
“Do what is true to yourself.” He said quietly. “Alucard would respect you for that. He may not be happy, but he would not hold it against you. I do not think.”
“What do you mean, you don’t think? Aren’t you sure? I mean, you know Him better than most of us.”
“Yes, but Alucard is unpredictable. He isn’t like you or I. I suggest just to do what you think would be best for your own sake.”
Seras nodded gratefully, “Thankyou.”
He nodded, and then stood up to clean what mess Philip had made of the cat food. He left as quietly as he came.

The clock read 3:05. Twenty five minutes until her Master came. She knew what she was going to do. Now there was nothing left to do, but wait. Seras curled up underneath the blankets and did just that.

*****

Somebody near her cleared their throat, and groggily, Seras tried to place the person who woke her, so she could yell it them…when she had the energy, because at the moment she couldn’t even raise her head.
Oh man, she must have drunk too much last night. She moaned piteously and buried her head underneath the pillow. If she could, she would ask whoever it was there her to bugger off, but she was just so damn tired…

“Police Girl.” A voice said coldly above her. Suddenly everything came back to the red-blonde fledgling and she snapped awake.
“Master!” She yelped and sat up.

He had taken off His glasses. That was the first thing she noticed. They were resting on her table, next to a smallish black bag, slightly hidden from view behind one of His expansive shoulders. His eyes, free of their concealment were a cold red, like congealed blood, burning almost vermillion in their displeasure.

He was sitting idly on the chair at her table, the one closest to the coffin. It was turned so it was facing her. He looked very suave and very dangerous.
“I had almost deceived myself, Police Girl.” He told her. “I had told myself that perhaps, this time you would listen to me. But alas, I was wrong.”

Her Master picked up the black bag, which was about thirty centimetres in diameter, up from the table’s wooden surface. It was bound up at the top with crimson ribbon and jingled when He shook it. Seras eyed it with confusion. What did the bag have to do with anything?

“I was not even sure that I would need these.” He continued, “But, once again you have proved to me that you are not a true vampire and succeeded, once again, to disappoint me.”

She had disappointed Him. He was angry at her. He was more than angry…He was furious. She felt as if He had slapped her in the face. Indeed, that would have been preferable to the pain of the words He had just dealt her.
Despair choked her, rendering her unable to speak. Seras stared determinedly at the grey blanket modestly covering her shapely knees, until the noises drew her eyes up, almost unwillingly, to see what He was doing.

He looked at her coldly as He slowly unbound the crimson red ribbon and opened the black bag to draw out what looked a little like handcuffs. They were made of leather, with what looked like padding on the inside. They buckled shut - like a belt, and were joined together by a heavy duty metal chain. That explained the jingling.
Seras was puzzled. She had no idea what they were.

“Get out of the coffin.”
Seras jumped to obey Him.
“I will give you one last chance, Police Girl. Drink the blood, and you will escape your punishment.” He grinned at her, His fangs glinting. “I might even reward you.”

Her mouth watered at the thought of the blood, and her loins tightened at the anticipation at the possible ‘reward’ she could perhaps receive. That bastard! How dare He say those horrible things to her, and then oh-so-casually offer her a reprieve, and a reward. She would not give in! Seras could not swallow her pride to take this respite that He offered. Not after what He said to her.

She remained stubbornly silent, her insides clawed up with misery, fear and something almost like hatred.
Her Master looked at her, His pale skin looking almost waxy in the dull light of her ‘room’, and His inky hair contrasting with the white of His flesh. He looked perfect. She loathed Him. She lusted after Him.

His glinting red eyes look in her figure, lingering on her assets in a way that made her cheeks red with shame.

“I will give you one last chance, Police Girl.” He snarled, His voice echoing off the walls brutally. She flinched. “Drink the blood, Police Girl. Or I will make you drink it. And you will not like the way I do it.”

Fear was crawling its vile way through her veins, and she genuinely thought she was going to be sick again. Seras was shaking with the effort to not throw herself at His feet and beg for forgiveness, to do what He so cruelly demanded of her and simper at Him for a reward, like a slave. She was not His toy! Seras’ resolve hardened. She had to remain strong. She could not back down. She couldn’t. She had to do what she thought was right.
The silence stretched over what were only a few minutes, but it seemed to Seras like a few hours.

Alucard laughed. She jumped. There was something about His laugh that sent chills up her spine and her stomach into hiding. A truly sadistic smile split His smooth face. She knew this would not bode well for her.

“I admire your courage.” He said smoothly, “But your complete disregard for my ownership of you is something that should not go unpunished.”
He was behind her then, grabbing a handful of her bright hair. He hissed in her ear “And I will not be as kind as I was last time.”
Seras whimpered in panic as He licked her neck sensuously, dangerously. Her Master yanked on her short locks as He forced her into a submissive kneel. The jolt that travelled from her knees up into her hips as they hit the stone floor made her gasp in pain.

“Put your arms behind you.” He ordered her. She complied. She didn’t deserve this, she thought, even as a small part of her knew that she did. She disobeyed Him; He was justified in any punishment that He saw fit. Toy, a little word whispered in her mind.
She couldn’t believe He said that to her. She couldn’t believe what He was doing to her. She thought she was going to cry. She didn’t want to cry now, not with Him here. He would hate her even more.

She winced as His claws skimmed the skin on her back when He ripped off the light shirt she was wearing. She was wearing no bra. Seras knew that Alucard was pleased by that.
He showed His approval by letting her take off her own pants, instead of subjecting them to the same treatment her top underwent. She felt disgusted with herself as she took off her pants and bared herself to His ravenous, laughing gaze.

The petite vampire-girl was quivering. She couldn’t do this! Her dread overwhelmed her; her Master had let her go to take off her clothing, and, without thinking, she made a break for it. Her terror acted as an adrenaline as she ran to the door.

Surprisingly, she actually got half way across the room before His weight sent her to the ground. She struggled, but it was futile: He had effectively pinned her to the floor. The stone was bone cold upon her breasts, stomach and thighs. She whimpered in shock and pain, as much as fear of the consequences of her own idiocy.

What a fool she was! Attempting to run from such a proficient monster such as Alucard!
He chuckled in her ear. “I am glad you have realised that, little Police Girl.”
The following lick to the delicate shell sent a shiver of lust down her body that contrasted sharply with the cold of the harsh stone.

He caressed her hair delicately, as He pressed His groin into her backside. The evidence of His desire pressing in to her increased her trepidation as it sent her a little further into lust. The latter was completely destroyed as He told her, “I will have to punish you for attempting to run away.”
“Yes Master.” She whispered.

He got up off of her. She lay there still, trying to show Him that she will not attempt another escape. The sudden weight lifted off her back exposed her to the cool dungeon air, and she shivered. He hauled her back on her feet, and took her over to the table where the odd looking cuffs occupied.
“Stay.”

She stayed. She felt like a beast, being spoken to like that. Resentment bloomed in her breast. Does He wish for her to bark also?
“I would not have thought of you as a mere dog, Police Girl.”

She had forgotten that to Alucard, her thoughts were an open book. She focused on something else other than her misery and her loathing. She has to be a good girl. She will do as she was told. Then perhaps He will leave her.

She was puzzled as her Master took the pillow from her bed and laid it at her feet.
“Down on your knees.”
She complied, kneeling on the pillow, the fear crawling back up her throat and swinging off of her tonsils. She swallowed loudly. Alucard didn’t spare her a glance. His back was to the young vampire as He took a few other things out of the bag. Seras couldn’t see what they were, because of His body blocking her view. She didn’t know whether this was calming her down or if her not knowing what was going to happen was making it worse. All she knew was that she was scared.

After what seemed like an aeon, He turned to face her. In His white clad hands, He held two sets of cuffs; one slightly larger than the other. She was afforded an interesting view of His one piece suit as He stood in front of her. She looked up at Him as His well made figure towered over her. His red eyes gleamed with amusement, and what looked like anticipation. Her stomach tightened a notch.

“…Master.” Her voice shook, as did the rest of her.
He didn’t pause. He merely walked around her, until He was standing at her back. His steps made no sound, but she felt His presence as one would feel fire.
“Stand.” His voice was clipped.
She scrambled up jerkily, hoping to God that her knees wouldn’t give out.

She almost jumped as His gloved fingers touched her ankle. She felt something wrap around it and tighten. He tugged it once, twice and moved it slightly. Cuff number one. Her right ankle was given the same ministrations.

“Kneel, Police Girl.”
She went back down on her knees, carefully, lest the cuffs hinder her movements and cause her to fall. She was quivering with rage, fear…and perhaps something else? Her body was tingling, with the sensation centred in her nipples and lower.
Her breath came a little faster when He grabbed her wrists almost roughly and pulled them behind her back. He quickly chained them together and stood back up.
He chuckled maliciously. “You are entirely at my disposal, Police Girl.” He told her. “And I have to say, I do so enjoy it.”

What the hell did He mean by that? She wondered. Vainly she wished it to be over already. Her body was starting to get sore in this position and her feet were going numb. She was scared and strangely, she was tired.

A small snap, almost loud to her vampiric senses got her attention. She strained to hear what her Master was doing, but it was hard to do so - He only made sound when He wished somebody to hear Him. What was that snap, it sounded like a belt being cracked…

A white hot flash of pain flashed against her backside, and she inadvertently cried out.
She heard His laughter. “Did that hurt, Police Girl?” He asked her in delight.
She whimpered in terror. What sort of beast was she at the mercy of?
Harsh hands grasped her hair; pulling her head back so far she thought her neck would break.
“I am going to make you cry out, Police Girl.” He snarled in her ear. She went cold. “Perhaps then, you will learn your lesson. Never go against my orders again!”
The hand which had so brutally grasped her hair pushed her forward. Unable to stop her own descent, Seras fell hard on her shoulder and her right cheek. The pain that ran through the side of her face was nothing however, compared to the hard strip of leather that was leaving welts upon her backside.

He hit her again, and she couldn’t help the small moan that escaped her throat. The sharp stab of pain faded to a fierce burning, and then He hit her again. Seras yelped. Each blow seemed to hurt more than the first.

“Scream, Police Girl!” He almost shouted, and her fear increased. “Scream as much as you like, nobody is here to hear it. Not even Walter.”

No He wasn’t. Nobody was here to witness her humiliation, to rescue her from the Madman. She was truly at His mercy. He hit her again, hard, and she cried out.

The pain was intense, it was so intense. She found herself wishing to God that He had just spanked her instead. That was nothing compared to the burn of the crack of the belt on her behind. Tears were welling behind her eyes, she wanted this to just end. She hadn’t done anything to deserve such pain. Again, He belted her. Again, she cried out. It hurt so goddamn much!

The leather licked her left butt cheek, and Seras’ eyes watered from its sting. She didn’t know how much more she could take until she broke. The trussed fledgling was breathing heavily, willing the tears not to fall. Thwack! A whimper fell from her lips as her other cheek was assaulted with the heavy duty leather belt her Master wielded.
Again, He hit her, and this time she screamed as she felt the skin almost split from the force of the blow. Oh God, He was going to kill her. She was going to die here, in this room, by the hands of her Master. She held her body rigid; waiting for the next blow that she was certain would fall upon her any second…It did not come.

“Eight.” He said, quietly. “Do you think you can take any more, Police Girl?”
She shook her head weakly, trying not to cry. Her backside felt as if it was aflame. She hated Him so much. She hated herself even more for letting Him do this horrible thing to her.

“How…disappointing. I was having fun.”
You bastard she screamed in her head. Yet she was too pathetic, too cowardly to say anything to the powerful Man…no, the Monster that towered above her. That owned her. She thanked some higher power that it had ended. She hoped now that He would leave her be. So she can break down. She felt His hands suddenly around her trim waist, lifting her gently up into a sitting position. Seras’ already weary body, quivering from exhaustion as well as defeat, could not quite handle this sudden change of pose and, to her dismay she felt her body falling backwards, and braced herself for the pain the inevitable fall would bring. She needn’t have. To Seras' utter shock, her Master caught her with His forearm, His rough jacket sleeve rasping against the delicate skin upon her back, and gently brought her back into a sitting position; His arm acting as a brace for her to rest her fatigued body.

She was still trembling. Alucard smoothed her hair back from her face in a motion that could have almost been seen as comforting. This simple motion caused a cacophony of emotions to assault her breast. Loathing, misery, violent anguish and a sense of wonderment and adoration collided inside of her. It was too much, and to her consternation, tears began to make themselves at home behind her eyes, and her breath hitched. Oh God, please no. Not right now, not here. Not in front of her Master.
His deep red eyes looked at her, and she knew that He knew. She willed herself not to break in front of Him. She can’t make her hate Him more than He already does…Please…
“Can you sit upright now, Police Girl?” He questioned her gently.
“I…I think so, Master.”
“I will catch you again if you fall.”
And with that, He stood up. It was a superhuman effort, but her tired muscles managed to keep her from face planting. Again.
With a dull sense of curiosity, Seras watched her Master get up. His long elegant coat swirled around His ankles as He made His way to the table. Oh God no…please no. Not again. She moaned in despair. Please no…please no, no no no…She couldn’t take anything more. He turned His back to her, ignoring her anguish.

She couldn’t watch; she couldn’t bear to see what He was going to take out of that bag. Seras closed her brilliant crimson eyes, welcoming the blackness. She didn’t want to know. Oh God, please just let it end.

Noises from the table made her squeeze them tighter; clinking, and a small splash. She didn’t know how long she sat there quivering, but a gentle touch to her chin from His gloved fingers made her open her eyes. He was kneeling down, nearly eye to eye with her, and their gazes entwined. She found herself overwhelmed, and looked away from those blood red orbs as they penetrated her being.

“You are exhausted, Police Girl.” It was a statement. An obvious one. “You need to drink, to gather your strength. This has taken much from you.”

He smoothly picked up a small bowl near His knee, one that had escaped her notice until just then. The smell reached her sensitive nostrils and her mouth watered; it was full to the brim with blood. He had a small spoon in His left hand. With it, He scooped a small amount of blood and sat it delicately against her soft lips. She pursed them in weak defiance, but it was of little use. Her body screamed for the sustenance that was so very close.

“Drink, Police Girl.” Her Master commanded.
Seras opened her mouth. The first spoonful was utter heaven. The heavy liquid seeped over her tongue, sating her desire as it increased it. She swallowed, and it trickled down her throat sensuously, rushing exotically through her system and hitting her somewhere in the lower abdomen. It filled her with its smell, its taste. She opened her mouth unbidden for the second spoonful.

Alucard’s eyes glinted in satisfaction as He watched her devour each delicious drop of blood He fed her. He gave her another spoonful and, in her eagerness to consume it, Seras dribbled it down her chin. She barely noticed; her vampiric nature had nearly become dominant, and it paid no mind to mess. The only thing Seras took notice of was the fact that the blood was no longer entering her mouth via the spoon. She whined in confusion and a little irritation. Alucard chuckled.

“Tut tut, little Police Girl.” He said, amusement thick in His voice, “I can’t have a messy little fledgling, can I?”
His delicate little vampire fledgling finally noticed the blood trickling down her chin and blushed embarrassedly. His grin widened.
“Sorry, Master.” She whispered.

Seras started as her Master dipped His head forward and slowly licked off the small dribble of crimson fluid on her chin with His long tongue. She followed His mouth with hers, unconsciously trying to capture it, but He avoided her deftly, chuckling.
“Do you want some more?”

More of what? She wondered lustfully, her whole body warmed and tingling from the blood she was being fed. He scooped up another spoonful of blood and held it at her fragile lips. She drank obediently, greedily lapping up the blood, and in a surprisingly small amount of time, she had finished the bowl and was eagerly looking for more.

Alucard’s eyes glinted with triumph and He stood up, wiping a tiny drop of blood from the corner of her plump mouth with a gloved thumb. The simple sensation sent a shiver through her sated body, and Seras opened her mouth hopefully. Her Master smirked then.
“So eager?”
She whimpered. She could still taste the blood in her mouth. It was awakening her, sensitising her body, causing every slight touch to send strong, but not unpleasant sensations directly to her abdomen. She could sense her nipples hardening, tingling as they puckered.

“I can smell your arousal from a mile away, little Police Girl.” Her Master told her smugly, smoothing her scruffy hair off of her face again. “My Master could probably smell it.”

She looked up at His snide face, eyes still slightly glazed from both the euphoria of the feed and lust, rubbing her head gently in her Master’s palm.

The hand caressing her hair suddenly hardened and, fisting a clump of it, her Master brutally pushed her face into His crotch. She whimpered in shock and distress as the vice like grip kept her from escaping as He lewdly rubbed His groin on her face. Her nostrils were filled with the scent of His masculinity and she squirmed in an attempt to get away from His obvious erection.

“Is this what you want, Police Girl?” He snarled at her, His teeth bared in a vicious parody of a grin. His grip on her hair tightened and she cried out in pain as she was nearly scalped.
“Do you!?”
Her struggles became markedly more desperate as He began to unbutton His pants, His grip on her hair never loosening. Oh God, He was actually going to make her do that. Oh God, please no.

“No!” Seras cried. “No, Master, please!”

He ignored her pleas, reaching into the opening in His suit and pulling it out. Shamefully, Seras tried to avert her gaze from the overwhelm evidence of His sexuality. His grip tightened, preventing Her from turning away from it. His fledgling’s face burned and tears once again welled in her eyes, so she shut them tight.

“Look at it, Police Girl!” He ordered her.

“…Please, Master…” She choked out, her eyes still shut. “Please don’t…”

He ignored her.

“A fledgling should willingly please her Master.” He told her coldly. “Open your eyes, unless you desire more welts upon your backside.”
Fearfully, she opened them.
Staring back at her was His…uhh…thing. The petite, and very naked blonde eyed it fearfully, and much to her dismay, with growing curiosity. This is the closest she had ever been to the real thing; other than the movies of grunting red faced men and pouting women she found in her father’s bedside drawer. Worried that He would beat her, she made it evident that she was indeed looking at His cock with burning cheeks and humiliation kicking her in the guts.

It was nestled obviously very comfortably in a tangle of black pubic hair, contrasting starkly with His almost white manhood; the same colour as the rest of His flesh, yet slightly rose tinged at the head. Its tip was glistening with pre cum.

Alucard’s smell seemed to be centred here; the scent of death, blood and overpowering masculine sexuality. The smell rose, cloying and slightly sickening. Her previous curiosity was forgotten as a slight disgust and nausea rose in the fledgling’s belly. Was He expecting her to really do it?

The hand coiled in Seras’ hair tightened and forced her head forward, pushing it insistently against her plump lips. From these came the girl’s muffled cry of protest as she twisted her head away, the precum smearing over her face and cheek.

“Police Girl.” Condescension dripped from his twisted pale lips. “Opening your mouth is usually the next step to giving oral sex.”
He really was going to make her do it. But she didn’t want to. No, she wasn’t going to! She shook her head, softly at first, then more vigorously as her courage grew.
His second hand curled into her hair and yanked, hard. She cried out inadvertently, and gagged as something thick and hard was rammed in the hot wet cavern of her mouth. All Seras' could taste was sour sweat and the thick precum leaking from His thick, cold cock. She desperately tried to pull away from it, but His grip was unbreakable.

“Since you are not willing, Police Girl.” He snarled coldly, His voice thick with animal lust and rage. “I will force you.”

He shoved it further into her throat, cutting off her airway completely, laughing as she choked on the unfamiliar object. It took everything Seras had not to throw up. Her eyes were watering from anguish as much as the physical discomfort. It felt cold and dead, it was half way down her throat and she couldn’t breath. Her nostrils were full of the disgusting smell, the cloying stench that clung to her throat and the inside of her nose. She could taste it, it was everywhere in her and she felt so sick.

Just when she thought she was going to vomit, He pulled out, resting His hardness on her lips. She took great gasping breaths, unmindful of the fact that, as a dead girl, she has no need of air. Her throat ached, and she retched a little as it protested vigorously the beating it had just recieved.

“Are we going to do it properly this time?”

He nudged her mouth pointedly with the head, bidding it open, and beaten, flushing with utter humiliation, she allowed Him entrance. He slid in gentler this time, allowing her time to adjust to the foreign object. The warmth of her also warmed Him a little, so it didn’t seem as much like a flesh icicle as it did before. If she ignored the smell, it was not even so horrible, she rationalised.

However, despite her growing customisation to the thing in her mouth, when He tightened His grip on her hair and slowly began to move her up and down over His cock, she couldn’t help gagging a little.
He ignored her, so she sat there, passively allowing Him to guide her movements, embarrassingly naïve of what she was supposed to be doing. Is this all? This is what she had to do to make her Master like her...? She wondered. Well, this wasn’t so harsh a price to pay. A little gross, a little embarrassing, but she could cope.
It was not the worst thing she had done that night, and if her Master liked her because she did this...she wanted to do it. She would do anything to make her Master accept her.

“Suck it.” He commanded.

She did, mindful of her own fangs. If she did this, He would want her, she told herself. She endevoured to do her best, to throw herself into this. To give her Master what He wanted. So He could want her...so He could even grow to almost love her. Her resolve strengthened, and she sucked the tip experimentally, almost jumping when her Master groaned. Did her Master just show...emotion?

Growing more courageous at His positive reinforcement, she tickled the slit with her tongue, almost smirking when He hissed and tightened His grip in her hair. The young vampiress licked again, this time underneath from the base to the tip, and the head again, twirling it around like those toffee apple lollipops she liked as a child. Feeling slightly wicked, and beginning to almost enjoy herself, she took it back in her mouth and sucked the head again, before enveloping His whole length, moving on it cautiously at first, and then with growing abandon.

She almost did not mind when He held her hair and thrust hard, hitting the back of her throat bruisingly and He quickly and repeatedly rammed into her mouth. She was glad to know that she was pleasing Him, so she stayed the way she was, allowing Him to abuse her insides in such a manner. If she did this, He would like her...

He abruptly pulled out with a slurping sound, and taking one hand out of her reddish blonde locks, He clasped it along His own length and pumped Himself furiously, still holding her head in place with His left hand. Seras looked up at her Master’s contorted features as his movements became markedly more desperate.
What was He doing?
She gasped in shock as He suddenly jerked and blood laced semen splattered all over her face.
He held her head tightly as more semen fell on her in jagged spurts, on her cheek, on her forehead, lips and neck. She looked at Him as His movements slowed, becoming less frequent and finally stopping.
He stood like that for a moment, one hand in her hair, the other on His dick. He slowly unclasped His cock, and wiped the residue that had smeared on His hand over her right shoulder and breast.
This small action made her feel incredibly like a wash rag, one of the dirty old ones kept at the back of the cupboard underneath the sink that is only used as a last resort.

The fluid on her body stunk. She nearly gagged over the stale, slightly bitter odour emanating from the thick phlegm like substance coating her pale flesh.
Her Master let go of her hair and turned away, buttoning Himself back up as He knelt behind her. She felt Him tugging on the cuffs that held her wrists.

An irritable tap on her back made her realise that her Master had undone her hands and wanted her to stand. Quietly, she staggered up, the semen dripping down her cheek and falling on to her shoulder as He undid the shackles on her delicate ankles.

She refused to look at Him as He returned the cuffs, the bowl and the spoon to the small silky black bag with the crimson drawstrings, opting instead to rub her wrists in order to get the sensation entirely back in to her hands. She felt disgusting, desiring nothing more than to wash this vile stuff off of her skin, off her face and dispose of the horrid stench, but she was more afraid of what her Master would do if she did. Would He be angry…Would He even care?

A slap of the table made her jump like a skittish bronco. It was a satchel of blood.
“I want it drunk by tomorrow evening.” He told her flatly. “With your other blood packet on top of it. You need to regain your energy.”

I wouldn’t have to regain anything if You hadn’t of done what You did. She thought bitterly, but said nothing. Her Master gave no indication that He heard - or indeed concerned Himself with her thought.

“Oh, and Police Girl?” She forced herself to look at His general vicinity.
“Clean yourself up,” He told her. “You look like a dockside slut.”

With that, He left.

She felt as if she had been punched in the gut. It hurt all the more because she knew she looked like a slut. Naked, mussed, covered in red welts and smeared in body fluids. A slut.

The tears, long held back, and almost forgotten, came back in full force. They trickled down her face, mingling with the semen and the blood that had begun to dry on her cheeks. She cried quietly at first, but she was like a dam breaking: a trickle at first, but soon gaining in momentum until it was torrential. The force of the sobs racking her delicate figure wreaked havoc with her balance, and Seras collapsed on the cold forbidding floor, almost screaming in her misery, pulling at her red-gold hair and clawing at her own arms in unthinking self destruction.

She had never hated herself more than she did at this very second. She was disgusting, a monster. A filthy creature that fed on other’s life, and allowed itself to be owned by a greater monster than itself. Allowed itself…no, almost liked being owned and abused by something that loathed her. Almost loving the Monster who considered her vermin. God, she was so pathetic!

After an age, the sobs subsided to hiccupy breaths and slight body jerks. She lay there for a while before shakily getting up off of the stone, unmindful of the goosebumps all over her body.

On the way to the bathroom, and, more importantly, the shower, she picked up the blood packet.

She would not give in.