She awoke with a start, something positively chilling and wet had settled in a coin sized spot against her midsection. Trying to move, the young girl found herself pinned to the spot with the weight of something terribly large and heavy against her. Old Hag Syndrome, her mind shot at her frantically. It was a cross cultural phenomena, an old woman riding a victim’s chest until the couldn’t breathe and either they were finally able to do so by interruption from an outside source or they-

But she was breathing. The weight was not on her chest. It was on her lower body. In childish anger, she reached over to her nightstand and drew up her glasses, thrusting them onto her face. The movement stirred the great shadow looming atop her and it opened one set of red eyes lazily, looking at it’s master in slight annoyance.

“I told you,” she huffed, “The foot of the bed or the floor. Not ON me. You’re frightfully heavy and are crushing my legs.” Sharp blue eyes challenged the lazy red orbs of Alucard. His cat tilted pupils dilated ever so slightly and his cold nose snuffled further under her pajamas, drawing a wet line across her abdomen.

Alucard found he rather enjoyed the scent of his master, clean and young with the hint of her blood just below the surface. And then- something else. Her small fingers, sharp, yet slender, like the talons of a bird pinched his great nostrils shut and she drew his muzzle from under the button down shirt of her night clothes.

“Desist.” With her free hand, she smoothed down the shirt back over her flesh. “Or I shall call Walter. And you remember what happened the -last- time he found you dozing in my bed.” Integra hadn’t realized the hound -was- Alucard the first time it crept into her room. She thought it one of her vampire’s familiars looking for a warm body and a few pets it certainly didn’t get from it’s master. So, she let it stay. Walter had come in early that morning to rouse her and found the sleeping beast, thinking it had harmed it’s charged, Alucard had been forcibly evicted from the room. Alucard hadn’t informed his young master that the eviction had been amiable.

Do you -really- think I fear him? The hound asked, stretching out atop Integra. She let go of the hound’s nose and propped herself up on one elbow. Think hard, little master. . His mental voice taunted her.

She did think on that, hating to be made a fool of by her servant. Lips pressed into a line and her eyes narrowed sharply as she answered, “No. I don’t think you fear him. But you are bound to obey me.” And she knew that Alucard didn’t fear her or the power she held over him.

Then why would you call Walter instead of disciplining me yourself? He prodded, attempting to nose back under her shirt. Integra was like Alucard’s heat rock were he a lizard, the warmth of her body drew him near her, the seal incited a bit of calm to the chaos. Or perhaps it was her ordered mind. Must you rely on others or are you capable of anything yourself?”

Tears threatened her eyes, but she fought them back, righteous indignation flaring above her hurt feelings, the sting of her pride drove her to anger. “You know very well how capable I am. It was a mistake to threaten you with Walter, one I will not repeat. If you disobey I will punish you myself.” Chips of ice were in her voice, a chilling foreboding cold that would solidify to glacial standards by the time she was an adult.

He settled again, moving more on his side, muzzle curling down so that his nose was in the join of her thighs. Yes, my little master, I know perfectly well how capable you are . . . A perverse delight was in his tone, it aroused him her force that night, only weeks before. The way she had shouted him down, killed her traitorous uncle. Ah, how he would have enjoyed taking her then. But she still had lessons to learn before becoming his get.

“Alucard,” Her young voice held a tone of warning to where his nose was nuzzling.

Yes, master? A feigned innocent tone. The vampire was laughing on the inside, howling, really at the indignation he could arouse in her. But he felt wild for some reason, wild and chaotic with the smell of her blood.

Her blood.

Alucard shifted, pressing his nose audaciously to the crotch of her pajamas and breathing in the scent of her virgin blood.

“Alucard!” She yelped and grabbed the scruff of his neck, attempting to drag him off. But she had no leverage against him and found the struggle futile. All six eyes opened and he rose, pinning her legs with his hind quarters, back dipping while he sniffed and nosed.

You are bleeding, He stated, mental voice very nearly a purr. A hungry purr. She equated it to how a leopard must sound when choking the life out of it’s caribou dinner.

“Of all the. .” Integra started, then lay back in bed, eyes burning with humiliation. She was glad it was dark else he would have been able to see the crimson blush coloring her cheeks. Except vampires could see in the dark.

The hound seemed to leer up at her and Alucard lay on her once more, this time on her chest, his rough tongue lapping at her cheek. Embarrassed, my master? There is no need. .blood is blood, after all.

Her fingers caught his tongue and pulled sharply, “Stop.” Alucard smirked and the tongue fell to shadows then reformed around her wrist. He gave a tug and released her, but still kept his position atop his young master.

Integra was bearing a Not Amused look and crossed her arms over her rather large chest for a girl her age. “Get off.” She ordered.

Alucard drew down her, pressing his nose over the swell of her breasts, then across her stomach, feeling the heat of her body even through the fabric of her nightshirt, then pressed his nose once more into her crotch. I will try my best, but it has been a while. .

Puzzlement struck her at his words, then her eyes widened and she kicked at him. “Don’t be disgusting, that’s not what I meant!”

Then say what you mean and mean what you say. . Alucard purred in amusement, a hint of laughter clinging at the edge of his mental tone. Besides, master, who would know if I took only a little. You would keep me sated until next month and a sated pet never bit its master, you know. His cheek nuzzled one of her thighs.

“Begging now? You must be desperate, and you’re a fool if you think I’m going to give into your blackmail. I have my honor and dignity as the Virgin of the Order,” Integra hissed in retort and smacked his head away from her thigh.

But you have not said outright no, you must be curious. . Alucard taunted her, pushing Integra back against the pillows by placing one massive paw between her breasts. She wrapped fingers around the joint of paw and foreleg and attempted to twist it off. The effort, was of course, futile.

“I order you to remove yourself from me.” Her voice had turned cold. But she was thinking. He was correct, in her mind. If the beast were fed by her regularly, it would probably promote the seal and keep him loyal to her. And she wouldn’t need to even open a vein for him.

Alucard sat at the foot of her bed on his hind quarters, tail wrapped around himself and watched her, head tilted, six sets of eyes glowing in the dark. He was spying on her thoughts and rather liked what he saw.

Integra’s demeanor shifted. Though she was only thirteen in years, her eyes held a calculation and cool that aged her. Platinum hair fell around her, pooling at her hips and across her chest as she sat up. To Alucard, she looked like a dutiful young Queen and he wanted to violate her in every way possible. But for now, he would not, could not spoil her future. Besides, he was patient.

Slowly, Integra drew away the white down blanket covering her bed, revealing her lithe form to the vampire. She was dressed in blue and white striped pajamas, the pants long, the top buttoned modestly all the way to the top. She was the portrait of defiled innocence.

“Come then, drink of your master.”

End. The smut version will be up at Adultfanfiction under the same storyname