Alucard relaxed his aching muscles, or at least attempted to as they continued to spasm, contracting and loosening without permission. Eventually his body began to obey him, realizing that it was just as exhausted as his mind, and the vampire was able to slip into a dreamless sleep.

His master was on his balcony, hands clutching the railing he leaned onto with blue eyes fixed on the deep red horizon that was darkening into a lightless night. He could not see a moon appearing in the sky…

The man's mind was only snaring these images as it desperately tried to ignore the memory of the vampire's fingers on his skin. The hands like those of a Greek god carved from stone, centuries ago…perfectly smooth, cold, and lifeless, but moving… The sensation was indescribable…as was the shame that bore into the man's chest. This was a demon, his slave…whom John Seward and his other newer acquaintances had entrusted him with…to treat Dracula like the monster he was…not to indulge in sinful human desire…

His eyes widened and he shook his head, dropping his gaze to his boots. His arms lost some of their strength, though his knuckles turned white when he squeezed the railing. "I desire nothing from the monster…" Hellsing murmured, his eyes unfocusing. "He is a disgusting wretch…" The mortal's teeth grated against each other while the man's eyes began to brighten. "My soul will not be conquered by the likes of a vampire!" He declared in a sharp snarl and released the railing, stepping back to glare at the approaching night. But a contradicting chill struck his body…drawing all thought from Hellsing as his eyes dimmed.

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No, the man thought as he paced back and forth in his office. There was a long shelf of books to his side, but he ignored them and kept pacing. I need to figure out how to fix him…he is useless now, completely useless. A suggestive thought came to mind but he brushed it away with a hiss. No, he needed to give the creature blood…it would help heal him, of that the man was sure. But Hellsing was hesitating, loath to reward his vampire for being handicapped.

As no other alternatives came to mind, Abraham left his office and began his journey to the dungeon.

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Hellsing quickly awakened the beast by forcing open its coffin and dragging it out by its hair, causing the creature to start.

His head was dropped onto the floor, but Alucard didn't respond to the rough treatment, having become accustomed to it by now. The man was constantly abusing him. The vampire would curse and bare his fangs in return, but all of that would amount to nothing in the end. So, as he couldn't even determine where his master's face was, he refrained from snarling when a hand impatiently ripped at his hair to make him sit up faster. He was in no position to complain at the moment. He wanted to regain his senses, so he was willing to comply with the man for the time being.

Alucard blinked when something warm wetted his lips, and he pulled away from the foreign substance in surprise, wiping his mouth as his mind raced to determine what kind of chemical or fluid his master was trying to feed him. It could have been anything… Then, as the mind dwelled on the question, Alucard slowly recognized the texture of the substance.

Abraham had been stunned when the creature resisted him, but the thoughtful look on Alucard's face explained the reaction. The man overlooked the exchange and offered his palm once more.

Was it really blood? A pale hand circled around the wrist and felt for the source of the liquid. Finding it, a divot in the skin was discovered as well, calming Alucard who then licked his fingers to clean them before leaning forward to accept the blood his master was giving him. Abraham's eyes dilated at the touches from the vampire and he watched all of this quietly. Now, as his slave's tongue lapped at the smeared blood on the side of his palm, heat began to build around the wound, throbbing like a second heart. Alucard couldn't taste the blood to notice the hormonal change that would have told him of his master's plight, but he did feel the increasing heart rate. Mistaking it for anger, as he was not foolish enough to believe that his master could be feeling fear, he let go of the hand and leaned away from the man. As sensitive as his sense of touch was at the moment, he had no desire to encourage the man to punish him with a beating or a painful experiment.

Abraham almost groaned with dissatisfaction when Alucard stopped and suddenly moved away from him, and the human sighed, letting his hand fall to his lap as he sat on his heels. Blue eyes ran over the wound, lingering on the glint left from the area where the vampire's tongue had touched his skin, and he closed his eyes. Biting his lip, hard, to bring himself back into reality, Hellsing leaned towards the vampire, cupping its face to snap his fingers by its ear to see if Alucard could detect the sound. He moved his hand to his slave's mouth to see if the beast could smell, but Alucard remained unchanged in his responses. His eyes were just as sightless as he gazed at the floor, sitting identically to Abraham. As this continued, Abraham's other hand did not move, his palm pressed against the cold cheek. The human's features slackened, feeling the godly perfection with a growing obsession.

Alucard was a true vampire…not like the common, hideous demons the man would find on his hunts, which were sometimes ghoulish in appearance. No. Alucard had the seductive grace that his species was legendary for. At this, Abraham almost felt pride in his ownership of this creature, that it was a privilege that he had come across and captured it. Almost. He almost felt this, but didn't, remembering the sweet child this demon had killed…Lucy, the woman John had loved…whom Arthur Holmwood was to have wed.

During this time, Hellsing hadn't realized that his fingers were now stroking Alucard's cheek, but the beast noticed this with rising apprehension. Finally, unable to endure the touch for another moment, he jerked away, bringing the revelation to his master. Abraham frowned at the independent action, but he did nothing to tell the creature he was displeased. Instead, he grabbed its shirt and drew it towards him so that he could test its reflexes.

Alucard resisted lightly, giving in as he was still reluctant to earn a beating and remembered the dependence he had on the man, seeing Hellsing as the cure for his state. The vampire chewed on his cheek as he felt himself stripped of the garment, touched by the invasive coolness of the air. But the hands seemed to be doing something meaningful, moving his joints and applying force to pressure points, so the demon remained obedient. Though, it didn't seem entirely necessary. His master must be aware of the fact that he could feel and move as he should. When large hands dropped his elbow, he bit down on his cheek as one went to his neck.

Abraham dragged his fingers up the beast's throat, his lips twitching when he felt the vampire flinch. After a moment, Hellsing's hand descended down, towards the chest, mesmerized by the absence of flaws.

Alucard's eyes widened with shock as the hand met the center of his chest and then moved to the side, caressing his skin.

There is no reason for this.

The vampire scooted out of the man's reach, startling Abraham who almost followed, but restrained himself. He glared at the creature until he noticed Alucard's odd expression. It was something resembling disappointment and anger. Growling at the absurdity in this, he grabbed at the demon's shoulder only to have his hand pushed away. Now the man hissed in fury.

"I'm not molesting you, you stupid beast!" He reached out for the vampire again, but was resisted. Alucard scooted farther way, baring his fangs defensively as his eyes tried to lock onto the human's position.

I'm not doing anything to you, damn it! Hellsing closed the growing distance between them with this thought, then stopped before touching Alucard again. I'm not…am I? No. He scoffed and grabbed Alucard's hair, pulling him closer. To his surprise, the vampire went rigid and then tugged at the grip with a strange, animal-like growl in his throat, one that he obviously didn't hear himself. The struggle intensified as Abraham pulled harder.

"No…"

The word caught Hellsing by surprise, and he froze for a moment. Then the distorted voice registered and he scowled, repulsed by the sound of it, but his temper flared at what his slave was accusing him of. A fist flew at the vampire, striking its face.

"I'm not doing anything!" Abraham snarled, yanking Alucard's hair. The vampire hissed and twisted away from him, making the blue eyes flare. The fist descended again and Hellsing shook the creature in frustration. As Alucard continued to resist, Abraham gave up and shoved him away. Hellsing stood and ripped strands of hair from the vampire's head as he dragged it to its coffin and then dropped the head so that it would hit the wood.

"Go back to sleep." Abraham spat, turning before Alucard was able to register what was going on. Alucard climbed into the coffin with a dark expression of hate on his face as the door was slammed shut, leaving an echoing blast of sound in the room that registered as a whisper in the vampire's ear. Pausing at the sound, Alucard brought his hand to his ear and touched it. He snapped his fingers, but couldn't tell if he heard them or just felt their movement. Sighing, the demon settled in his casket after finding and closing the lid.

The man... Hellsing, owned him. Of that he was painfully aware. The man could do anything he wanted to him, if he so chose. Somehow, he was still disgusted that by pretending to help the vampire, the man was taking advantage of Alucard's state. All he was intent upon was his own selfish pleasures…but why should the man not do this? Alucard was his slave…a monster the man had defeated… Did the creature not deserve it?

The beast closed its eyes.

Of course I deserve it…but the man…to use me in such a way… A low growl rumbled in the coffin.

And what this can mean...because of the seal… This is unacceptable. I will never allow it. The man will not be permitted to treat me this way… I will not become his whore.