Beyond †he Darkness (Hellsing)

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"Alex... you're trying my patience," Angelica warned the Unholy King.

"Then go to your room and get some more sleep," the raven haired vampire smiled, as if some perverse thought ran wildly, through his mind.

Angel found a spot of wood not covered with a rug and decided to make her stand, which was just fine with Alucard. He placed his body flush to her back then pushed. At first it was a soft chuckle, at her vain attempt to prevent from being shoved, into the bedroom. Then the volume of the chuckle rose as the young woman squirmed, wiggled and tried to duck around his tall frame.

"Why are you persisting in this ridiculous struggling, draga mea?" Alucard's mouth moved against the edge of her right ear. "It only makes you more attractive..."

"Fine...I command you to," she was interrupted by the elder vampire.

"Hmm, no that's not going to work because it is in your best interests..."Alucard tilted his head, as if something new, about Angel fascinated him. "Bubba said you have a terrible habit, of not taking care of yourself, such as eating and sleeping. So, not really a command I'm forced to obey."

"Alucard, you fucker..." Angel growled.

Alucard let a hint of fang show, "Yes, I do so very much desire your body and to be intimate, in so many ways but little human this place is much too dangerous for you, to function on three and half hours of sleep and whatever... that breakfast was."

"I could say the same to you, just you get cranky..." Angel snipped back at him.

"So we will rest together..." the Shadow King purred.

"Fine!" Angelica conceded then turned around to topple into Alucard's coffin. "Alu-!"

"It's Alex draga mea...here in New Orleans," the youthful looking Vampire retorted, then let a rich baritone laugh out. "You do look divine in there."

"Oh shut up and get your pale ass in your stupid coffin!" she loudly protested.

Angel layed down on her side and found it, to be rather comfortable, considering or she was just rather tired?

"Not going to fight me on this? Staying in a coffin of all things?" Alucard now had a shit eating grin. "Just the right amount of fierceness..."

"No. Logic is more like it. I can't command you to stop and I can't physically stop you either," Angel sighed. "And I figure you feel the need to at least 'scent' me. Sleeping with you in your coffin will produce a unique scent mark..."

"Such a wonderful Master, you catch on quick..." Alucard whispered as he settled into the coffin.

He didn't become shadow which made his transition to the coffin even more impressive. He simply moved gracefully like a long and lean panther, in a white suit, that lastly pulled Angelica to his side. The supernatural hunter rolled her head a couple times, to get comfortable, mumbled something and then was asleep.

The oldest vampire rested quietly, with his eyes open then listened to Angelica's steady heartbeat and felt her soft breaths blow onto him. Alucard was concerned about Tobias, as he seemed to have familiar traits, to the once living Renfield, the Vampire King knew from London long ago. It was quite obvious Tobias was a relative, for a hint of a blood scent marker matched the late Renfield.

Shadow King had also noted an arrogant presence that hung heavily in the 'Big Easy'. It was a vampire of relative old age, possibly upwards of four hundred years, having spent three hundred in America and residing in New Orleans undisturbed. He wondered how many of the older ones moved to America to gain their own territories.