Beyond †he Darkness (Hellsing)

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Angelica stepped out of the mask shop to stand next to Alucard. "Alucard, all commands given in the store, no longer need to be placed on you."

"You know I could then come back Master and mess with that woman," Alucard hissed.

"Yes I know Vampire King and I also know it would serve no logical purpose. You are testing me..."

"Am I know?" the Eldest one chuckled. "No, I have decided to give a bit of show."

"Alex..."

Alucard whirled Angelica around then dipped her down, so the shop owner could see everything. Then he grinned, large menacing fangs with a shift of features. The African American woman was the first American to see Vlad, on this continent. The woman's eyes went large but she remained cool and started making a protection sign with her fingers.

The Vampire King nibbled playfully, on her bottom lip, as Angel opened her mouth to complain. He forced his tongue in to devour her mouth. One of his fangs nicked her tongue, so when he pulled away from the extremely suggestive kiss, a large drop of blood stained his bottom lip. He flicked his long tongue out, more that needed to be and licked the blood droplet off. As his long tongue withdrew so did his old, first form to that of Alucard, young and crase.

"Alex, that wasn't very nice..."

"It was splendid and it's better than me killing her for her insultance," Alucard smirked.

"Okay, I see your point," Angel resigned to that defeat. If the store owner was safe but she was embarrassed, at some public display of affection, then it was worth it.

"Alex, I am asking this for informational reasons, so please don't become offended..."

"Hmm, now my curiosity is peaked and my ego wondering if it was going to get pricked," the raven haired vampire softly laughed.

"I like that laugh," Angelica cleared her throat." You seem 'off' from yourself at Hellsing. I have figured in different blood and source, light and time change but something else is going on. Is it because King...you don't have some kind of marker on me?"

The Unholy King stopped, then turned to look at Angelica. "My dear, you are not wrong. I am most displeased, to be here with all of these people and unknown assailants, with you only marked by the King of Tinkerbells."

"Okay, I understand that for the most part so how can we come to a working agreement so that one is less irritating for you?" she squeezed his hand, to tell him she was sincere and not making fun, of him.

His fingers flexed ever so lightly.

"Draga mea there are many ways, the sigil is one already but that is by occult and I am your servant. You can imagine how I feel about that, I just have come to accept. A mark of some sort on the outside but that is not discreet enough, for monsters so something on the inside..."

"Something on the inside? Whose fluids in whose body?" she huffed playfully.

"Well I will never turn down your blood or sexual fluids but in this case it's my fluids..."he was just about to purr.

"Alex, is there some special property about your semen? Something I should know about?" Angelica asked with a raised eyebrow. "I don't have to be your Master to know it. Your look gives you away."

"You are a very intelligent woman on supernatural matters so take an educated guess," he just smiled.

"Your ejaculation has small amounts of blood in it," she reached up and tapped his lips. "If you feed on me then have sex, my blood has done a full circle from me to you then back to me. It is a powerful statement of your connection to me and me to you...."