Enthralled

disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me. No copyright infringement intended and all that. Look, I\'m not making any money off this. Isn\'t it punishment enough that I don\'t have a sexy pet vampire of my own?

a/n: By writing this story, I am breaking one of my foremost rules in writing fan fiction. That being know thine subject and know it bloody well backwards and forwards. Unfortunately this story would not let me go until I wrote it and I figured it was innocuous enough that I wouldn’t get spanked for breaking my own rule. Really more sensory erotica than anything else, but still might give some people a nice charge. Expect more from me as my educating continues though I am unsure as to if I will be adding to this one-shot. Oh and the VS is not exactly a perfect discription. It was my way of noting the blood-letting going on in this story.

“Enthralled”

When the moon came out it was beautiful, full and pregnant with silver light in the clear sky.

Integra Hellsing scowled at it from behind the huge windows of her office. In an hour, perhaps less, her vampire would be awake and coming for that which kept him bound to her.

Wearily, she sighed and slipped out of her suit jacket. She rolled up the sleeve of her blouse to reveal her left arm. Even after all these years she bore the marks of these vile, dreaded nights.

Father, Integra thought distantly, why did you never tell me? Surely he had not expected to live forever, so why had he never told her of Alucard and the awful monthly ritual to ensure his servitude to the Hellsing family line?

When the moon was at its peak, bright and full, Integra had to open up a vein for Alucard. Evidently the seals that kept him bound as her protector and servant had to be fed with the fresh blood of the current head of the family. Unfortunately (or fortunately depending on how one looked at it), that duty had been laid squarely upon Integra the day of her father’s death.

In the beginning, Integra had dealt with the task by feeding him a syringe full of her blood. After a couple years of this method, she became disturbed by the ugly track marks that marred her smooth skin. She was not exactly vain, just disgusted that she was beginning to look like some sort of junkie. For an even shorter time, she used a razor blade or stiletto but that had an even more grievous outcome. The cuts combined with the fading track marks gave her the unsavory appearance of a suicidal junkie. The only choice left to her had been to let Alucard feed directly from her, to let him pierce her with his fangs.

Integra shuddered partly with dread, partly with…something else. The fact was, despite her intense dislike of it, she had long ago become relatively used to the task. As used as anyone could get to allowing a vampire feed on them, that is to say. It was the other things, the secret feelings that the sensation of his lips pulling tenderly at her skin would bring to surface. Her secret was that she enjoyed the perverse intimacy of the act—Of course she hated herself for it, but not nearly enough to go back to her alternative methods.

Near the front door of her office, behind her, for she was still staring out the window, shadows began to shift and coalesce. Integra felt his power, huge and wicked, right before she detected his footsteps, gliding and steady.

“Good evening, my master,” he was practically purring. If there was one thing she hated more than what she was about to do, it was the fact that Alucard was no stranger to her secret heart.

Integra turned to find him sitting in the chair at her desk. His hat and ruby glasses were missing, leaving his face unshadowed. Her lips thinned with vast irritation at the sight of his expectant, hungry eyes.

“Right then,” Integra sniffed, back stiffening, “Let’s get this bloody well over with.”

Alucard\'s lips quirked with amusement but he said not a word. She supposed that he was in too good a mood to bait her tonight.

With a heavy, exasperated sigh, she rolled up her sleeve a little bit more to reveal the big vein at the inside of her elbow. She suppressed a shiver when his cool, gloved fingers brushed over her skin. He was tender as a lover, which annoyed her almost as much as his wistful sigh.

“You’ll never let me take it from the jugular, will you?”

Integra fixed him with a cold glare. In your dreams and my nightmares, she thought bitterly.

Alucard chuckled, kissed the inside of her elbow, right over the vein she was offering to him. His mouth was cold but his lips were soft. She gritted her teeth against the small flare of arousal. Her foot came out to kick him in the shin.

“Get on with it, will you?” Integra snarled.

Another wicked chuckle but this time it seemed to echo through her mind, resounding off the inside of her skull. Thankfully, he complied and bowed over her arm. Fangs slipped into her flesh and she gasped harshly. It always hurt, no matter how careful he was with her. Yet the pain always gave way to the most exquisite pleasure, usually not long after he withdrew his fangs and began to suck.

Integra bit her lower lip as she stared down at the top of his head. His long black hair hid a multitude of sins but it also brushed sensuously against her skin. She was intensely aware of how erotic, almost sexual this was for him. In the midst of her illicit ecstasy, this pleased her very much.

Of course she knew about the vampire’s thrall. It had been something her family had been studying for years and there were many theories about such a strange occurrence. (After all, why would a predator care it its prey enjoyed its death?) Integra tried to think of all of them as Alucard’s tongue laved over his bite mark, gently as if he was tasting another part of her body. Her brain short-circuited at that little thought and she was very nearly swept away into the darkest reaches of her mind.

Being who she was, she fought tooth and nail but could not completely shake off the seductive images that haunted her. Yet were these carnal thoughts truly her own or some kind of psychic projection from Alucard? She supposed she would never really know; all she could think of was the feel of his mouth and slightly rough tongue feeding off her and how lovely it would be to feel those sensations all over her body, in more intimate places.

No, she struggled against it, this isn’t me. Bloody hell, I’m not going to let myself be dragged down like some dim-witted little trollop.

Integra concentrated hard to remind herself of what he was and what was going on. She willed herself to forget how good his mouth felt against her skin, that his hair was like raw silk along her fevered flesh.

Vampires are evil, Integra, she reminded herself, They are monsters…That’s right, even your vampire…. Her broken thoughts slowly brought her back to the land of the living and out of the thrall. She still found the act disturbingly arousing, but it was no longer overwhelming.

In fact the only thing that was truly overwhelming her now was the dizzying, empty-headed rush of blood loss. “Alucard,” Integra spoke his name and was annoyed by how breathless she sounded. His mouth still pulled at the wound and she spoke his name again, managing to put more authority behind her words.
“Alucard…stop,” she ordered him.

He obediently released her arm and Integra quickly pressed a gloved hand against the bite mark in order to still the bleeding. Alucard sighed softly as he watched her, reached into his coat and handed her a stark white handkerchief.

“Thank you,” Integra replied uncomfortably.

Alucard continued to stare as she held the cloth against her arm, eyes occasionally flicking to gaze longingly at her blood-soaked glove. After a long moment, he closed his eyes and exhaled. They were still close enough that she could smell the copper-sweet scent of her blood on his breath.

“Will you be needing me for anything else?” he asked softly and she wondered about the double entendre in his tone. Maybe it was the lingering affects of the kiss. Yes, that made sense.

“No, Alucard,” Integra lied, for she actually had to go over the details of a new mission with him. Yet she couldn’t bear to be anywhere near him after the intimacy of his feeding. She would deal with it later. “You are dismissed.”

He rose slowly and moved past her, invading her space briefly. She felt the cool brush of leather against her skin and shuddered out of revulsion or desire, she could no longer tell which. She closed her eyes until she could no longer feel his presense and didn’t open them until she was sure the shadows would be normal once more.

Integra sat down at her huge desk and removed the handkerchief from her arm. It was soaked with blood and the bite mark was already shiny pink as if it were days old. Another reason she let him bite her was that vampire bites tended to heal very quickly. Within a few hours, it would be gone without a trace.

She removed her glasses and rubbed at her temple. Would this ever get easier? Integra hated that the thrall could get so thoroughly under her skin. More than anything else, it reminded her of her fragile mortality. She was not as strong as she wished that she was, after all that she knew and all of her training. If only she could let him feed and feel only the harsh sting of his teeth sliding into her flesh, the horrible sensation that this monster was consuming her life energy. There was nothing sexy or erotic about such an act.

Oh really? A voice inside her head that sounded suspiciously like Alucard’s whispered seductively, then why does your blood always taste sweet with arousal when I put my fangs to your flesh? Admit it to yourself, my master….

Integra hissed, “Stay out of my mind.”

He laughed and it was wicked and sweet, like poisoned honey. Integra wondered if he was so amused over her despair or the secrets that he presumed to know.

Presume? Don’t make me laugh.

Integra growled over his blatant disobedience. Before she did anything drastic (like say…order him back to that accursed cell to rot for another twenty years, preferably more), one of the phones on her desk rang. It was the one near her elbow, the house line. She picked it up, resenting the way her hand trembled with blood loss. It seemed that she had relinquished more than she was used to on this night.

Walter’s voice spoke in her ear and she felt comforted immediately. “Sir Hellsing, considering the night, shall I assume you will want a glass of orange juice and some biscuits sent up?”

Integra smiled into the dimness as some semblance of normality returned to her life. “Yes Walter,” she replied softly, “Thank you.”

There now, she scolded herself, No reason to despair over something so trivial. It’s just like giving blood at the doctor’s.

Integra thought that she could still hear her vampire laughing.

Finis.