Evening With A Friend

Disclaimer: I do not own Hellsing or its characters. Hellsing is owned by Kohta Hirano. Since I do not own them, I do not want or seek any compensation for them.

\"Here am I: at one stroke incestuous, adulteress, sodomite, and all that in a girl who only lost her maidenhead today! What progress, my friends... with what rapidity I advance along the thorny road of vice!\" - Marquis De Sade
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Seras stared at the email screen wondering if she should open it. She never thought she would see that name again - not unless it was as the target of an assassination mission. Seras was glad it had never come to that. But why now? She asked herself. Why in the bloody hell would Walter Dolneaz contact her now? The biggest question however was why it would be her he would contact?

She read the email one more time and committed it to memory before deleting it and erasing it from her hard drive. It was not totally gone of course – Walter had taught her that. The email would be incredibly hard for anyone but an expert to retrieve. Luckily for her, Seras Victoria was the Hellsing expert on computer issues, now that Walter no longer worked for the organization.

Seras went over the words from Walter’s email in her mind.
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Dear Miss Victoria,

Glad to see you haven’t changed your email address. Oh how I’ve missed our midnight training sessions. I have something I think you rather want. Meet me for a drink at the Brownstone Pub & Inn at 11PM – we’ll reminisce about the old days. It will be fun.

Yours truly,

Angel
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She arrived at pub, sat at a corner table, and ordered a glass of red wine. It was the closest thing to blood that she could drink. Seras couldn’t get over the email. He had signed it Angel – not Walter. She wondered what that meant. He had never gone by the name of the Angel as long as she had known him. It was something from his past – not present. Seras was so caught up in thinking about Walter or Angel that she didn’t notice the waiter who had just walked up to the table.

“Mam?” The waiter asked.

Seras smiled at him. He was a young guy, probably a college student. Seras could tell he was trying not to stare at her chest – but without much luck. “Yes?” She replied.

“Someone just left this note for you with the hostess.” He gave her a small peice of paper, his hand trembling just a little.

Seras took the note from his hand and thanked him. Things were getting stranger by the minute. She left the money for her wine on the table and stared at the note.
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So glad you could make it, Miss Victoria. Please come to my room so we can enjoy liquids more suitable to our unique appetites. Red wine is a poor substitute for what we both desire. I’m in room 3, at the top of the stairs.

-Angel.
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Seras found the stairs and walked up them slowly. She wished the nervous feeling in her gut would go away. This is Walter. Why do I feel this way? Seras remember the glimpses of Walter she had caught during the war. He sure as hell did not look like butler who had welcomed her to Hellsing with that ornery grin. Somehow whatever Millenium had done made him look about 30 years younger. She just hoped that blank look in his eyes was gone. It had haunted Seras since the end of the war.
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Walter, or Angel as he was going by now prepared wine glasses filled with fresh blood inside the room. He sensed Seras’ power was nearby and grinned. Angel had longed for this moment since the moment he had first laid eyes on Seras Victoria. Of course, proper protocol prevented him from acting on his desires. He doubted the pretty young thing would have given him a second look as he was then. Ah, but so much has changed.

He sensed her presence outside his door before she knocked on it. Walter slowed his pace – not wanting to appear too anxious. He might scare her off.

“Good evening, Miss Victoria.” Walter greeted the young vampire. “You look exceptionally beautiful tonight.” He said, looking her body up and down, pausing at her curves.

Seras blushed. “Umm, good evening, Walter --- err I mean Angel. Is that what you go by now?”

Walter took her hand and led her into the room. He chuckled. “You, Seras Victoria, may call me anything you like. But yes, I no longer use my given name. Walter Dolneaz is dead so I go by the nickname your Master gave me.”

Seras stared at the man before her. She felt entranced by his appearance. His wrinkles were gone and his crimson eyes seemed to look right through her. It was more then his reduction in age that made it hard for her to look away from him. The man, the vampire before her was strikingly beautiful. “Walter or umm I’m sorry – you go by Angel now?” Seras spoke slowly and softly – as if she had to think about every word she said. She sat on a small loveseat in the room and tried to stop staring at Angel.

“I prefer Angel, Miss Victoria, but you may call me whatever you like.” Walter leaned towards the young vampire and stroked her cheek with his ungloved hand. He ran his hand down to her neck and traced the scar Alucard had left on her neck.

Walter’s touch was cool and yet it made Seras feel warmed. She brought up her hand to prevent him from going further. His eyes were now focused on her breasts. Seras was suddenly wishing she had dressed more conservatively. “Angel---don’t.”

“I’m sorry, Miss Victoria. Don’t you want me to touch you? Your thoughts say otherwise.” Walter purred as he quickly moved to the loveseat and took his place next to her.

Seras moved away from him just a bit. “Angel – I’m beginning to think it was a big mistake even coming here. Why did you invite me?”

Angel looked her body up and down. “Oh come on Seras, with that body you have to ask such a stupid question?” Walter place his hand on Seras’ knee and slowly moved it up.

“What are you talking about? I didn’t come here because of that!” Seras practically screamed and tried to move away from him. “I wanted to see Walter – I’ve been worried about you. We all have.” Seras pressed her body harder against the couch trying to put some distance between herself and Angel. The former Hellsing butler had her pinned against the back of the couch.

“Oh I am so touched, Seras Victoria.” Walter moved his face closer to her neck and inhaled deeply. “Your blood smells delicious, Miss Victoria.” Walter’s hands moved up Seras Victoria’s thighs until he reached her center. He rubbed and squeezed her snatch through her leather pants. Her grinned as she tried unsuccessfully to stifle a moan. The Angel of Death moved quickly and licked her neck with his long cool tongue. He could feel her shudder in response. Perfect.

“Please, Walter don’t – not like this.” Seras said, her voice hoarse and breathy. She pushed up against his chest.

“Oh, Miss Victoria, you will be sorry for that.” He grabbed her arms and twisted them behind her back. He chuckled as he heard her bones snap. The former butler got up and pulled her behind him.

“Wha-wha-what are you doing?” Seras asked, not really wanting to know the answer.

“You’ll find out soon enough.” Walter opened the bedroom door and through her on the bed. Before she could defend herself or even think about escaping, the Angel of Death made that impossible with his wires.

Seras did not know what had happened. She tried to get up and felt her skin cutting. And bleeding. “What the---” she felt her body being pulled against further up the bed. Seras looked at the wires to see where they led. It was worst then she thought. Walter had restrained her with the wires. Her limbs were tied with wires to the bed. If she moved even a little, they would cut her badly. “Damn you Walter!” She decided not to ask him not to do this. It seemed like his mind was already made up.

“That’s a good girl, Seras. I see you know the more you move, the more you’ll bleed. You could even bleed to death.” Angel started to remove his clothes. “That would be such a shame but how I would love licking up your blood.”

Seras glared at Walter – hating him very much right now. She may even had shagged him if he had asked. Why did he have to do it like this?

“Why the look, Miss Victoria? I can guarantee that you will enjoy this.” Walter tightened the wires just a bit, so droplets of blood seeped out from under the wires. He licked her exposed skin. He grabbed a knife from his trousers and ran it across her neck. He grinned. Her fear was simply delicious.

Seras trembled as Walter held the knife against her throat. Walter slowly moved the knife down her body. She sighed in relief when he used the knife to cut off her shirt and bra.

“Why would you not use your body, Seras? Your body is incredible.” He moved the knife down between her leg and used it to stroke her snatch. Walter used the knife to cut out the center of her pant and knickers – so he would have easy access to her hot sweetness.

Seras fought the urge to beg him not to do this. She wasn’t going to beg. He wouldn’t listen anyway. This was the not the man she had known – the one who had been so kind other. She shuddered as Walter stroked her between her legs. She could feel herself getting wet, responding to his touch. Her damn body was betraying her.

Walter put his fingers inside of her stoking her clit while he penetrated her with his fingers. He watched her writhe on the bed. This was simply too much fun. The girl was already soaking wet with desire. She may have said no but Walter knew she wanted him to fuck her just as much as he wanted to do the fucking. He moved in between her legs and brought his head down to her snatch. The Angel of Death licked her outside, running his tongue back and forth on her clit before plunging it deep inside of her. Her juice is almost as sweet as her blood, he thought.

Seras bucked her hips as Walter’s tongue went deep inside of her, stroking her walls. He seemed to know just where and touch her to increase her pleasure. Already she could feel waves of pleasure building up inside. She knew it would not be long before she came. Pain mixed with pleasure as her movement caused the wires to cut deep into her skin. Seras was not sure where the pleasure started and the pain stopped. She moaned as her body climaxed so many times she lost count. Finally, a feeling of ecstasy consumed her body as the last climax ended.

“I told you Miss Victoria, that it would be enjoyable.” Walter said. He attended to her body, licking the blood from her wounds. Her blood was the sweetest that he had ever tasted. He moved on top of her – his body just as bare as her. Walter looked at her beautiful breasts. How long he had waited to touch them. The Angel of Death licked her nipples, taking turns with each one. He took her whole nipple into his mouth and sucked hard on it. Walter could not help but bite her nipple to draw blood. He sucked hard on her nipple, devouring every drop of her blood. Angel felt her body quiver beneath his. It is almost time, princess.

Seras groaned was the swoon built up inside of her. The lips between her legs were throbbing as her arousal grew. She looked at Angel as he sat up and straddled her beneath him. Seras wasn’t sure if she wanted this or not – but knew the choice was not hers any longer. She whimpered as Walter shoved his cock hard into her.

The Angel of Death rode his rode hard, pounding himself into her. She was so hot, wet, and tight. Her muscles tightened around him as moved in perfect rhythm. Walter almost got distracted by her breasts moving up in down. He grabbed them and pinched her nipples hard as she shagged her. Walter could tell she was ready cum.

Seras moaned as Walter pummeled into her and caressed breast. The familiar ripples of pleasure started to rise within her. Seras could feel another orgasm building inside her. Why did something so incredibly wrong feel so damn good? Seras writhed on the bed underneath Walter’s hard body as she came. She tried not to move too much – she was already bleeding too much.

Walter shagged her harder as he started to cum. He thrusted himself hard into her and released his seed into the young vampire. He got up when he was done and sat on the side of the bed. He squeezed her breast and stroked her center. She was getting wet again. Damn, I wish I could shag you again Seras. He thought. Prior obligations prevented him from staying all night with her. How he wanted to shag, stroke, lick, and drink from her. Next time, princess, next time. Walter watched her until she fell asleep. Somehow watching her, made him feel something he had not felt for a long time. Affection. He stroked her hair and hoped he had not hurt her too much. What am I thinking? ‘It is always by way of pain one arrives at pleasure.’ Walter got up from the bed and got dressed himself. He glanced back at her and smiled. The next time I will teach you how truely pleasurable pain is.