Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Hellsing characters mentioned in the story, though I like Seras, I just wish her moral code was a little lower, and she'd definitely be more badass

Chapter Two

Alucard was a confusing man. He slaughters several hundred ghouls in a country town in the asscrack of nowhere named after a dairy product (I mean, Cheddar, seriously?), and even though he's taken me on as his fledgling, he decides to turn some big breasted, clumsy police girl with a too high moral code, into a Draculina. I'm just a little, okay, a lot pissed, and questioning whether or not he's trying to make a harem or something, and if he is, I'm not interested in joining.

"What's got you so pouty tonight, Wizard Boy?" Alucard's voice, usually a welcome sound after a hunt for Harry Potter, former Boy-Who-Lived turned fledgling vampire, only made Harry fume more.

"I'm not pouting!" Harry snapped, trying to return to his book, only to see it was missing. "Hey! Give it back!"

"How to Deal with Your Psychotic Boy—Wizard Boy, are you serious?" Alucard chucked the book away. "There are plenty more things we could be doing while the night is still young, pleasurable things." He brushed his thighs closer to Harry's, giving no illusions of what he meant.

"I'm not in the mood." Harry said with finality, turning on his side, closing his eyes. He felt a dark presence in his mind and immediately slammed his mental shields up. "Stay out of my head, Alcuard!"

"…You usually enjoy me in your head." Alucard murmured.

"During sex, when I'm mindless with pleasure and you amplify everything, sure." Harry nodded, keeping his tone carefully blasé. "I want to sleep, now."

Alucard didn't say anything for the rest of the night, but I knew he knew that I was awake and was pretending to be asleep, yet he let me keep my silence. As the distance between us grew, I watched, embittered, as the other fledgling, who Alucard's taken to calling Police Girl, grew closer.

"Have you ever considered simply telling him how you feel, Mr. Harry?" Walter asked Harry after serving him very rare steak, mashed potatoes, and a glass of donated blood.

"Then I'd be admitting that I'm wrong. No thanks, Walter." Harry said flippantly, ignoring Walter's pointed stare that said he was in the wrong. Although he liked Walter and he got the vibe that it was mutual, the older man sometimes tried to look after him like a father figure. "I'm tired again. See ya, Walter."

"Have a good nap, Harry."

(After Walter decimated the first few ghouls)

"You know, I pretty much shitted a brick when Sir Integra tried to make me pick up a gun. 'It's too heavy', I complained, 'Isn't there something cleaner?' We came to a compromise and I was sanctioned to wield these babies." Harry vanished behind Jan, but he swore he heard a woman weeping. His ghouls were reduced to meat on the ground.

"Twin katanas forged in fire for ninety days and rumored to have been blessed with a priestess's tears*, effective killers of the undead. Are you shitting in your pants, prayed to God yet, or cowering in a room for inevitable death?" Harry's eyes glowed an ominous crimson color, the katanas pressed tightly against Jan's neck.

"W-Wait…!" Jan panicked. "I'll tell you everything."

"That's a good dumb fuck." Harry sneered. "He's all yours, Walter, blondie."

"How generous of you, Harry." Walter chuckled, the sound sinister.

"Well, you know me Walter, I'm a generous guy."

(Basement, just before Luke was made dog shit)

I'm pretty sure I mentioned that Alucard is a warmonger somewhere. That he loves violence, that he thrives off of it. Well, I got an up close and personal view of him in action and I retract that previous statement.

"You...what are you?" Luke demanded, scared witless.

"Hmm? What's the matter? You're only missing two legs. Come on!" Alucard sneered.


"Call out your familiar, command it to transform your body! Regenerate your legs and stand up! Pick up your gun and retaliate! Come on, the night's still young! The game's just beginning! Hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry, HURRY!"

"You...you fucking monster!" Luke yelled out, in a last ditch attempt to stave off death, and Harry was disgusted by it but also hurt on Alucard's behalf. He didn't know if Alucard was immune against hurtful words like "monster", but he didn't like hearing it being associated with Alucard in the same sentence.

"...See that was all you had. You were nothing more than a sack of shit, but now you're dog shit." Alcuard mused. "Hm..." He put his hand through the wall, grabbing Harry by the collar and yanking him into view. "Did you enjoy the show?"

Harry blushed, mentally cursing his body's reaction to Alucard. He didn't want to say yes, so he simply kept his silence. Alucard didn't like that, so he tightened his hold on his collar, slamming him into the wall, causing Harry to see stars momentarily.

The shadows wrapped around his wrists and ankles. Alucard skimmed his gloved fingers down his clothed body before he tore the fabric clean off. "Alucard...!" Harry cried out in surprise and embarrassment.

"Didn't I tell you to call me 'Master' in the bedroom, Wizard Boy?" Alucard said coldly, no trace of the usual playful, slightly perverted man he once knew. "Well? Do I have to re-educate you?"

"Y-Yes, Master. Please forgive me, I forgot." Harry whispered, his face practically burning.

Violence is not restricted only to Hellsing's enemies. Alucard is not a gentle man, has never been and never will be. The only time he was remotely gentle was my first time. I'd like to say I don't know how I ended up in a BDSM type of relationship, but the reality is that I walked into this with my eyes wide open...and I enjoy it, immensely.

"Pay attention to me." Alucard demanded huskily, with a particularly hard thrust. Harry's moans were muffled by the gag, and he couldn't ejaculate because of the ribbon tied neatly around his penis, he couldn't touch either his body or Alucard's because he was bound by rope to the bed post.

"So good..." He moaned, his fingers digging into Harry's pale, slim waist, and no doubt there'd be bruises afterward, but neither man particularly cared. He cummed, warming Harry's insides with his seed.

"Mm...mmph..." Harry cried out indignantly behind the gag. Alucard dragged his tongue from his chin up to his temple, swallowing the sweat found there and he shivered, desperately wishing for release. He felt the same dark intrusion from before, but this time, he was too distracted to put up his shields as he would have before.

"Jealous of Police Girl, Harry? You should be ashamed. She is my Child*, yes, but you are my Mate*" Alucard said with finality in his tone. He untied the ribbon on Harry's penis and the younger vampire came hard. "I'm not used to being denied your body for months at a time. Don't ever do this again." He warned sharply, jerking the gag free.

"Y-Yes, Master..." Harry murmured, his voice subdued, his skin pleasantly flushed, his body tired and sated.

"Hahaha. That's my Wizard Boy..."

And that's a wrap. So there we see Alucard isn't always sweet. I had to write this chapter when someone insisted he was OOC, but let me point out that he shows some affection to Seras in the manga and anime, not much and he's very gruff when he does it, yet its true that he is affectionate.

1) I know katanas are Japanese, but I didn't want Harry to wield a gun.

2) Child-a vampire term which loosely means Seras is Alucard's fledgling and he's teaching her how to be a vampire

3) Mate-another vampire term, though this means that unlike in a marriage where you divorce, they are connected until death. Still confused? Read a vampire book like Christine Feehan's Dark series, which is similar.

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