Amelia was just coming down from her unexpected laughing fit when the elegant vampire casually grabbed a wine glass from the table, and gave her a meaningful look.
"W-what is it?" she stammered, eyeing the glass suspiciously, all traces of laughter gone from her voice.
"It's Bohemian crystal, one of Walter's most excellent works if I do say so myself," Alucard replied with mirth, looking at the glass with adoration.
"I didn't ask what it was made of, I meant what you were planning to use it for," Amelia clarified as annoyance broke through her unease.
"Why, what else, my dear Amelia? Drink from it of course," he shot back teasingly, refusing to give her a clear answer on purpose.
"Normally, I wouldn't even consider asking you, but since I have a very bad feeling about this, would you mind elaborating on what exactly are you going to pour in it?" Amelia asked, not liking his cryptic words one bit.
For a moment, he dragged his crimson gaze appreciatively up and down her body, his heavy stare lingering a little more on her thighs and neck, making Amelia squirm nervously.
"Relax, little one, I only take what is given freely; orders you see," he sighed, opening a glass bottle filled with scarlet liquid and pouring himself a drink.
Amelia exhaled as well; although, hers was a relieved sigh instead of his dejected one.
"However, if you change your mind, don't hesitate to say so. I am always inclined to assuage your curiosity regarding a vampire's kiss," Alucard volunteered silkily in a deep, husky voice.
"A k-kiss!?" Amelia mumbled, taking a step back.
"Mmm, a vampire's kiss. Weren't you aware of the term used for a vampire's bite, oh great vampire expert?" he mocked her with a devilish grin. "Or perhaps you were, but you were hoping for something more hedonic?" he added slyly.
"I-I was just taken a bit aback! Of course, I knew that!" she exclaimed, remembering vaguely she had indeed read that somewhere.
"Well, to appease your fears, my dear Amelia, rest assured that I can make it feel very pleasurable as well, if I so will it," the vampire offered with a lascivious grin that could melt even the ice block that sunk Titanic.
'I have no doubt you most certainly can,'Amelia agreed inwardly, almost drooling at the naughty imagery of Alucard's cerise orbs boring in hers sensually as his tongue worked magic, nipping the inside of her thigh.
'Interesting choice, Amelia. Most would have imagined the neck, but I have to applaud you for being so daring and offering such soft flesh for my delight,'his voice interlaced with her picture and suddenly she was yanked back to reality.
"Y-your voice, I-I heard it in m-my head…" she stuttered dumbly, bright red with embarrassment.
"Ah, yes, this is the first time I have spoken to you in such a way, is it not? Surely you mast have surmised that I could? Why so surprised by that simple display?" he inquired with a predatory glint in his eyes.
"I knew you could hear thoughts, and I also speculated you could project them if you wished, but knowing something and experiencing it first hand are two very different things," Amelia breathed heavily.
"Well, you had better get used to it soon then, because you will be experiencing it much more often from now on... whenever I wish it," he supplied with a cat-ate-the-canary grin.
"Can we change the subject, please?" she begged, swallowing her pride in favor of keeping her sanity. She really couldn't handle more sexual innuendo coming from such an enticing, yet strictly out of reach, male.
'You are way out of your league here, Amelia. Back off, back off, before you do something you'll regret terribly, like jumping his bones and offering to be his blood slave forever in exchange,'she mentally berated herself.
"I will grant this one request, if you accept to reconsider your own suggestion," the tall male responded, licking his lips hungrily.
"Of course you heard that! Fine, I accept!" she hissed with vehemence, optioning to reserve additional thoughts for later when she would be alone.
"Very well. Now, what subject did you wish to discuss? May I suggest the correct way of turning someone? I would even be so kind as to reenact how it's done with you," he suggested eagerly.
"No, thank you, I'm pretty sure I don't meet the necessary requirements, even if I wanted to," she replied wryly.
"Touché…" he grinned knowingly and cocked his head in acknowledgement.
"Regarding Seras' matter…" she started, but paused trying to think of a hundred and one ways to admit that she had failed in her first attempt without making it sound like that.
"Ah, yes, the ever constant problem of Draculina's refusal to consume blood. I am guessing your plan did not have the desired results either? Although, I must commend you for the ingenuity of it," Alucard commented with a bored expression that belied his compliment.
"No, but that is not entirely my fault! I don't know what happened during last night's mission, but obviously something went wrong. Seras was too distracted to pay any attention to anything else," she argued sullenly, miffed he already knew the details and outcome of her well thought out plan.
"Heh, whose fault do you think it is then, my dear Amelia? I thought you were the kind to take responsibility for her failures, not try and blame them elsewhere," he taunted her, laughing with that condescending tone of his.
"I'm not exactly sure, Alucard, but if I had to guess…" she replied, pinning him with a hard stare.
"I assure you, I had absolutely nothing to do with it. For you to even think that… oh, how you wound me, my dear Amelia," he insisted theatrically while feigning surprise.
"Hardly, if I wanted to hurt you, I would use a silver bullet instead of a veiled accusation," Amelia shot back dryly, trying to stifle a laugh at his ridiculous performance.
"Ahh, a woman after my heart!" he exclaimed, holding his hand over his non beating heart and bowing mockingly.
"No, your head would do just fine as well," she bit back sarcastically.
"Indeed, many have tried…" he mused aloud with a nostalgic smile.
"Alucard, sorry to interrupt your trip down memory lane, but can we get back to Seras?" she asked, tapping her foot on the floor, angry at his antics.
"I would rather not, but if you insist," the dark haired man replied wryly.
"I do. Can you tell me what exactly would happen to her if she continued to deny her body nourishment?" she asked seriously.
"The same that would happen to a starved human, I guess, with a few exceptions. Her body would start to shut down and she would end up resembling a shriveled skeleton. She would not die, but she would succumb to a deep sleep, which really isn't much different from dying. The difference is, however, that before that happened she would be reduced to a feral state, seeking blood in whichever way she could. Now, knowing our beloved Hellsing director, what do you think would happen if that situation occurred?" he asked with mirth.
"She would order her immediate extermination," Amelia whispered, finally grasping how dire the situation was for the bubbly blonde vampire.
"Exactly. Well, done, Amelia," Alucard commended her deduction skills, clapping slowly.
"Don't patronize me, Alucard. This is serious!" she stared at him with her most withering glare.
"I never said it wasn't, my dear Amelia. That's why I made you responsible for the police girl. Our usual methods were too straight-laced to succeed. Integra commanded, I threatened, Walter pleaded – nothing had the desirable result. Perhaps a more subtle approach will be more successful," he suggested speculatively.
"You mean a more cunning, devious, cheating plan will work, right?" she replied, interpreting his use of the word subtle as such.
"One can only hope so, but don't feel too bad if it doesn't. Not much of a loss there…" Alucard shrugged as if the thought of loosing his fledgling didn't affect him in the least.
"Alucard! I can't believe you just said that! Surely you created her for a reason!" Amelia yelled at his disinterested tone.
"Ah, yes, why did I ever make that unfortunate decision… I do wonder that myself sometimes," he mused aloud with a perplexed face.
"Don't play the I-couldn't-care-less card with me, Alucard. I can clearly tell from the short time I've known you that you are a creature who never does something unless you find it amusing or exhilarating. In some twisted way, your demented mind must have thought that turning Seras was worth it," she informed him with a superior tone.
"Oh, you assume too much, my dear Amelia. If you claim to know me so well then how about we play a little game?" the vampire asked with an evil glint in his eyes.
'Uh-oh…great work, genius! Why don't you also tell him you need a few new piercings and ask him if you could use his fangs to make them? Distract him, yes, for the time being I just need to distract him,' Amelia thought, panicking at his excited tone.
"I'll cut you a deal, Alucard. If you help me find a solution to Seras' problem, then tomorrow night we'll play a game," she offered cryptically, not specifying which game it would be.
"Very clever, little one. However, it will be a game of my choosing," he replied with a Cheshire grin, easily seeing through her scheme.
"On one condition; I will leave in the same physical and mental condition I arrive – take it or leave it," she offered, narrowing her eyes.
"You will leave physically intact and sane," he agreed, tweaking the conditions a bit.
"Deal!" the poor woman complied reluctantly, knowing it was the best he could offer.
"You just made a deal with the devil, little human. Congratulations," Alucard laughed madly as his eyes flashed with a dangerous shine.
'Lucky me!' she cheered with sarcasm mutely, too late to refuse and run for the hills.