Sands of Time (Hellsing•AU)

The Manor (38)

•Rough sex
•Blood letting
•Voyuerism

Ylva swung back around a few hours, with duffle bags, to her car. She quietly drove her mustang to a small house on the edge of London. It wasn't safe at David's anymore. She called John and told him something happened, at Doppelgangers and that she wasn't at Davids.

"Lilly, I have your clothes ready at the manor for the reading. Can you be at the manor by noon?" John asked with some concern.

"Sure, I'm getting something to eat and then will be there," She hung the phone up.  A long sigh left her, Vlad had not called or texted. He must be done with me...

  It was going to be awkward the next couple of days. Had she really been that horny?  It was Alucard's fault! He was still fucking up her life, only as he could do.

Ylva was at the manor and put in charge, of all the costumes and actors. They practiced reading from the book and  then got outfitted. The start of the production was at 5pm. She was so tired of dealing, with temperamental stage actresses and now she was not even dressed. The young woman walked to her room, that she would be staying overnight in. The one she had last time at this manor, a chill ran down her spine. Well at least Alucard wouldn't be showing up, bad memories for him too, most likely. 

Besides why would Sir Hellsing let him loose?

She was startled out of her thinking by Vlad (level zero Alucard). Ylva turned to see what his body language and voice would tell her about them, as a couple, now that they had been intimate.

"You know Dracula isn't supposed to be at the house for the party?" she commented.

Vlad smirked, "Thought you had not read the book?"

"That's where I stopped is all..." a small frown crossed her lips. "I wasn't supposed to be here either."

Vlad raised an eyebrow, she had said it in past tense, as if she had been here back then too.  Ylva had been in London all those years ago? Here in fact?  Interesting...

It was called bad memories, the blinde was just glad she had not ended up, in the stupid book. It was a problem when one had lived for about 4,000 years, not getting painted, written about and then it was photos. There was a painting 'running around' of her from Alucard's time, he had commissioned. She still hadn't managed to track it down.

"My dear Lilly, you are not dressed yet. Would you like some assistance, I hear this style of dress really required another set of hands, to get on correctly," he smiled and started to undress her.

He noted she was quite tense.

"You should go take a shower it would relax you..." he said in a serious tone.

"No I'm fine..."she snapped.

"Then we should go take a shower together...my dear," Vlad was smiling.

He wanted to make some memories of being with her and not this unfortunate stint, of his undead life he remembered, from 1897.

"The bathroom isn't sound proof..."

"Is that a no or a yes? I will just have to suck on your tongue, so you can't be so noisy," his smirk made her giggle.

Lilly turned around and started to undress him. Her fingers glided over his nipples, as she helped slip his shirt off his shoulders. Lilly raised her head and he met her lips. The kiss was intense and saliva was on her cheek,  as she knelt to unbuckle his pants. She remembered he didn't wear undergarments.  Her left hand engulfed his balls then her right held his cock. Lillia's tongue flicked out and touched the head. Vlad put his right hand, on her head, so he could play with her hair.