Author's Note: I would like to thank all of the people who either read or reviewed my story. A special thanks goes out to Swarlos, my editor, for spending her time on trying to make my story better. I'm trying to update as soon as possible with this story and with all my other ones, but everything I write usually sounds wrong so it takes forever. So sorry for the long wait. I do hope you like the new chapter!

Disclaimer: I do not own Hellsing or any of its vampires. As much as I wish I could take reign over Alucard and control him, I cannot because he is not mine to control. He is the property of Integra who is the property of Kohta Hirano.

PS: I finally got the manga! *does a happy dance* Let me tell you, the anime is NOTHING like the manga, at all. I still love the anime though because Crispin Freeman has a very sexy voice and does Alucard's voice well XD. Well that's just my opinion.

Deals with the Devil

Chapter Two

"Captivity"

Alucard kept his eyes trained on Elvina, his heightened senses guiding him through the alleys instead of sight. She was truly beautiful with ashen cheeks and silver hair that framed her heart-shaped face. Her red lips were drawn in a thin line as she slumbered peacefully in his arms, but still their color could shame the red, red rose.

A small smile reached his lips when he was hit with wave after wave of emotion. He felt fear, pain, panic, and utter chaos. These were not his own emotions, but hers. Still, he welcomed them into his being because it had been so long since he had been able to feel anything but hatred, hostility, and rage. For this, he thanked the little fey.

He could sense everything. Every shallow breath, heart beat, and pulse never went unnoticed to his ears. But those simple sounds that singled she was still part of the living were uninteresting. Any living creature had a pulse and a heartbeat, therefore causing the sounds to be dull and boring for him, after all, he had heard them for decades, centuries even. Alucard had no use for the common and dull noises anymore.

Pulses and heartbeats used to be a signal to him for food, but he had been off live food for a hundred years or so. What he truly wanted to hear were her thoughts. He wanted to delve into her mind, pry into her subconscious and find the treasures of her memories. Her life as the last fey must be very interesting, but that was not all that compelled him to break into her thoughts. What quirked his curiosity was her knowledge of his past life. How had she known he had once been the revered Count Dracula? Had he run into her before in his long life? Or perhaps he had enslaved one of her clan members.

Feys were well documented as being pets to vampires. Their power over emotions and what not gave vampires the ability to feel whenever they were in close proximity. That is why many of them had been in his castle. Well, for that purpose among others. Faeries were a great food source, especially when they had still been untouched by means of lust or love.

An involuntary hiss escaped through his pursed lips as he tried once again to break into Elvina's mind and failed. What was wrong with him? His breaking into people's minds had never been thwarted before. Why was he being stopped now? It was as if a black wall had been put up in her mind, blocking him from everything.

Alucard tried barreling through it multiple times, but each time he was repressed. Each attempt drained him of energy and patience. Never before had he worked so hard to read someone's thoughts. To tell the truth, it irked him. He hated this new feeling, the feeling of being a failure. His lips drew back over his teeth in an angry snarl as he glared down at the offensive creature in his arms.

The young Draculina looked up at her Master timidly. He was acting rather peculiar and it worried her. She wanted to ask him what was on his mind, but thought better of it. She did not want to turn his wrath to her. She knew better than to piss Alucard off because if she did, he would surely kill her. She, Seras Victoria, was no half wit. She knew what she had to do to stay alive. But still, she wished to know what was on her Master's mind. So she gathered up the courage and cleared her throat.
"Um, Master, is there something wrong?" she asked in a meek voice, staring up at him with wide eyes.
"I cannot break into her mind. Something is blocking my access," Alucard snarled, his angry gaze turning to her. Seras winced and drew back, but continued on her inquiries.
"What do you think is the matter? You've never had any problems before," Seras whispered, looking down at the fey in her Master's arms. She sighed when she received no answer other than a snarl from the man clad in red beside her.

'Maybe he's losing his touch,' she thought, looking down at her boots. Seras mentally cursed herself when she realized what she had just thought. Reluctantly, she peeked up at her Master to find that he was glaring at her over his orange tinted glasses.
"Don't make me regret ever changing you into what you are now! If you do not appreciate what I have given you, I can and will take everything I gave to you away," Alucard hissed, spittle flying from his lips as he spoke, his pride clearly wounded.
"I-I didn't m-mean it, Master. I-it just slipped," she explained lamely before shutting her mouth, worrying that he would cut out her tongue if she didn't. She gazed up at her Master through her eyelashes and watched as his mouth opened, the sight of his snake-like fangs sending a shiver down her spine. Seras cringed away from her Master, worrying that her unlife was about to be ended.

Before Alucard could utter a single word or curse, a low rumbling sound met his sensitive ears. He closed his mouth, his lips drawing into a tight line, before facing what was making the soft hum. His eyes fell upon that of a black town car with all but the motor shut off. It was idling underneath the glow of street light with the right rear window rolled half way down. From the dark confines of the cab he could see the orange glow of a cigarette along with thin wisps of smoke that slowly twisted and twirled in the air before seeking exit through the open window.

Upon further inspection, he spotted his own personal demon sitting there. Long, golden tresses framed her sullen face as she stared dejectedly out the windshield, her round spectacles that sat on the bridge her pointed nose, reflecting the dim light from outside the car. Her lips were drawn into a tight line much like his own, but they were much more luscious and plump. How he longed to place a territorial peck amongst those lips to claim her as his, but she would never allow that. If Alucard ever tried to do something of that sort he would be castrated in an instant; which he did not want because he was quite fond of his family jewels.

As Alucard neared the town car, peering down through the half opened window, he could see that his Master was sitting there stiffly, her legs crossed at the ankles. He couldn't help but smirk at her when she turned her head to stare, borderline glaring, at them impassively. Her arms crossed over her bosom, her eyes narrowing ever so slightly at her pet's smug expression.
"Pray tell me Alucard, what in God's name took you so long?" she asked in an angry hiss. Her steel blue eyes fell onto the woman that lie in her pet's arms.
"Not another one," she muttered, pinching the bridge of her nose, her glasses being pushed up slightly. Quickly she regained her composure and glared at the beast clad in red, her lips drawn into a angry line.
"Alucard, why have you gone against my orders? I specifically told you to dispose of the FREAK and his minions, not to go gallivanting after damsels in distress!" she spat, her steel orbs drifting to the sleeping woman.
"I did not disobey you, Master. I did indeed dispose of the artificial vampire before I went 'gallivanting after damsels'," Alucard said with an amused smile playing across his thin lips. He looked sidelong at Seras upon hearing her snort softly. He gently probed into her mind listening to her most recent thoughts.
'He didn't finish off the FREAK, I did.' Alucard glanced over at his little pet, seeing the defiance burn in her crimson orbs as she contemplated correcting him.

Before voicing her thoughts, Seras thought of her Master's reaction. A comical image danced through her consciousness as she imagined Alucard running her through with a broadsword and then shooting her remains, his insane laughter echoing out over her fallen ashes. Her mind switched to another image of her Master simply tearing her apart with his bare hands after he had gorged himself on her blood, his insane laughter once again ringing out.

Alucard's lips turned upward into a manic grin as he turned his full attention onto his ever so interesting Childe. He watched as a shudder rippled through her body, her arms tightening around the Harkonnen's case for a sense of security. She inwardly sighed, her head physically hanging down in defeat as she bit her tongue.
'Oh well. Better let Master take the glory. No use getting myself torn to shreds over a little kill. Besides, there'll be more filthy buggers for me to dispose of. Wait! How is that a good thing? It's terrible!'

The No-Life King turned his gaze back to his Master who was glaring at him angrily at his lack of attention. He no longer found his Draculina's babbling comical, just rather annoying. Her blathering was definitely not worth his time, though he did have a lot of time to spend.

"Besides, I did not bite the little fey. She is still very much alive. I thought that was what you would wish, my Master" Alucard said, respectfully bowing his head to the only woman who was allowed and capable to take reign over him.
"It is what I would wish. But you could've warned me of her-" Integra broke off rather quickly, her eyes widening in surprise as she turned her gaze to meet his.
"Wh-what did you say she was?!" she faltered for a moment before regaining her composure, clearing her throat before asking once again, this time more calmly.
"I shall tell you all that you wish once we arrive back at the manor. If I hold her for much longer, I may do something that we both will regret, I assure you," he growled softly, the intoxicating bouquet of Elvina's blood becoming a little overbearing. If he was to hold her for much longer he might tear into her delicate flesh, drain her of her life's blood before disposing the rest of her body in his gluttonous belly.

"Right," Integra said, stepping out of the backseat before circling around to the front, opening the passenger side. "Lay her gently in the backseat. I will meet you back at the manor, Servant!" she barked as she lowered herself into the seat, slamming the door once her feet were safely inside.

Alucard's eyes drifted to his Childe once again as her thoughts flooded into his mind. He rolled his eyes, not interested in her complaints of walking. He turned back to the task at hand; placing the fey in the car without harming her. With as much gentleness he could conjure, he laid the unconscious fey into the cab of the car.

His eyes widened slightly as he was hit with the scent of her blood in the close compacted space of the backseat. It was simply mouth watering, to mouth watering to resist. Her scent smelled sweeter than a rose, burning his nostrils with its sweetness to a point that it sickened him. Although, her scent taunted him, pulling him forward into a world of insanity and insatiable hunger.

Alucard's lips parted slightly as he felt a familiar burning sensation root itself in the pit of his stomach, a low hiss escaping his lips. His tongue flicked out, running along his lips and swirling around one of his pointed snake-like fangs.

The demons inside him fought hard against their shackles, rattling their chains as they tried to break free and take reign over his actions. They wanted her, wanted to bathe in her blood as they satisfied their gluttonous needs. They roared at him to let them free so they could feed off of Elvina, their voices growing louder and more crazed with each passing moment.

A tantalizing image of him ripping into her throat danced in his mind. Alucard could almost taste her blood rolling down the back of his throat, cooling the deep burning sensations of hunger. The demons pulled harder at their chains, their cries for blood becoming roars that echoed inside his mind. His control snapped, the demons breaking from their chains. They screamed for her blood, shouted for her death, and he felt compelled to quench their thirst. After all, it had been such a long time since he had had a good meal. He realized that this act would enrage his Master, but the demons could care less. They took reign over his mind, his body, and moved him to shed blood.

Alucard removed his fedora hat and orange tinted sunglasses, placing them down onto the floor quickly. His black aura drifted around him unchecked, spreading throughout the car as his body leaned forward, towering over the unconscious fey. It was awfully cramped in the backseat, but he payed no mind. All that mattered was that he was hungry and she was his next meal.

His eyes became a shade darker, his pupils small ravenous pinpricks in those crimson orbs. A far away voice screamed his name, commanding for him to stop. Alucard vaguely remembered it as the voice of a person he felt pleased to serve, but chose to ignore it. His tongue flicked out to taste the delicate flesh of her throat. Before his tongue could even make contact with her skin there was a loud popping noise. He would've ignored that too if it hadn't also conjured a searing pain in his temple and blown a hole through his skull.

The force of the shot caused him to stagger backward and then fall over, his face careening with the cold hard cement, his vision blurring into darkness. In a matter of seconds his vision returned to him, his eyes focusing on the still smoking barrel of Integra's Walther PPK. The bullet worked its way out of his skull and fell to the ground with a clatter, his sizzling skin knitting itself back together. He felt the wet stickiness of his blood running down his face in tiny rivulets, matting in his hair. The red liquid lay on the ground in tiny pools from where his face had made contact with the ground, the bullet lying in one of the small puddles.
"Was that entirely necessary, Master?" he hissed, his eyes ablaze with blood lust and rage. The only answer he received was the sound of gun fire as his Master emptied an entire clip into his temple.

Integra watched her pet out of the corner of her steel blue eyes. It amazed her that he was able to handle the girl with any amount of gentleness. Maybe he was capable of other things instead of slaughtering his foes and eating them either alive or dead. It just never occurred to her that he could feel any matter of compassion.

She shook her head, her blonde hair swinging free from behind her ears. A sigh slipped from her lips as she waited for her pet to finish. Integra was an impatient person, never one for waiting. She wanted everything done quickly with no hesitation. But, she would have to wait. Pushing Alucard over the edge was never a good thing, especially if you wanted to stay alive.

Her blue eyes drifted to the cigarette that dangled loosely in her fingers, smoke slowly rising from its tip. She watched as the white haze twisted and twirled in the air, coiling like a snake until finally disappearing out the window. Returning her gaze to the dying embers of her cigarette, she tapped the end of it in the ash tray before discarding it out the window unceremoniously.

Integra glared out the windshield as she waited impatiently. She shifted in her seat, pulling at the bottom of her jacket to straighten it out, then she readjusted her sleeves.

Integra stiffened slightly as a chill took over her body, a familiar dark aura pressing against her own pure aura and trying to overcome her. She turned quickly in her seat, her eyes widening as she watched her pet lean forward, towards the neck of the young fey.
"Alucard! Stop this, Pet! ALUCARD!" Integra shouted to no avail, her pet's tongue flicking out to touch the woman's neck. The blonde quickly pulled out her pistol, aimed at Alucard's forehead, and pulled the trigger.

The noise of the shot in the close quarters of the car was deafening, causing her to wince at the loud noise. A ringing persisted in her ears as she held the smoking gun outward, still aiming at her fallen pet, her finger itching to pull the trigger once again.

Integra glared at the vampire on the cement, her eye twitching slightly as he glared defiantly up at her. She could see his blood lust in his eyes, his rage almost palpable.
"Was that entirely necessary, Master?" he hissed, his voice dark and filled with his uncontrolled rage.

Without warning, not allowing Alucard to climb to his feet, Integra pulled the trigger simultaneously, successfully emptying every round into his skull. Alucard's body crumpled in on itself as she reached forward over the young fey, who still amazingly remained unconscious, and grabbed onto the open door's handle.
"Police Girl!" she barked, her voice full of authority, immediately catching Seras's attention. "You are to run home, you understand me? Do not let your Master take to the skies, he is to stay by your side. Tell him it is an order. I will meet you back at the manor."

With those words said, the Hellsing heiress slammed the door shut, not waiting for the Draculina to answer. Integra shouted out a command to the old butler to drive and within seconds they were tearing down the open stretch of road towards home.