~Night Meeting~

Part 1 -- Seras

Seras had been trying to get through the walls for weeks. Alucard had said she wouldn't be ready to be taught for decades, but he had given her enough hints that she had been able to practice on her own. So far she had been successful only in leaving her coffin without opening it first.

Now, she had decided to try Integra's office. Alucard was constantly popping in and out so Integra should be used to it. Besides, it was the middle of the night and she might not even be awake.

Seras stood in her room and visualized the office. She had memorized the layout yesterday, preparing for this little experiment. If she appeared in the corner, she would be facing the side of Integra's desk. Slowly, she flickered out of the room.

Gradually, she saw the desk appear. But her vision was very blurred and the room was colmpletely dark, and she was sure she hadn't materialized fully. She squinted, trying to focus further. She was a vampire, after all, she could see in the dark.

Finally she saw Integra. She was leaning over her desk, her hands in front of her and her hair hanging in her face. It looked as if she were looking closely and trying to read a paper on the desk. But why was she doing that in the dark? And what was she wearing? It wasn't her ordinary suit.

Seras moved her eyes to the right. Alucard was standing behind Integra, and that was the edge of his coat covering her suit.

Never having confronted a scene like this, it took Seras a while to realize exactly how intimate a moment she was witnessing. First she noticed that Alucard's head was thrown back, his hat lying behind him on the floor. Then she saw the rocking motions of Alucard's body, and heard the sounds.

Alucard's low rich voice was asking "Good?" and Integra's murmur replied, "Oh, please, yes, more..."

Seras felt humiliated. Even with her lack of experience in this area she should have realized what was going on immediately. Well, at least there was no way they had noticed her. She dematerialized but failed to prepare for her arrival. She landed hard on her rear end in a random dungeon corridor and began to cry.

After a moment she felt a hand on her shoulder. She looked up and saw Walter. He was fully dressed in his suit, gloves, and monocle, so clearly he had not been asleep either.

"Are you all right, Miss Seras?" he asked gently.

Seras raised her eyes to look at him. Walter was the only person in the entire Hellsing organization who really treated her with any decency. Ferguson had been respectful to her, but he was gone now. The troops were terrified of the young vampire, Integra was cold and distant, and Alucard was stern and sarcastic. Walter, on the other hand, presented her proudly with his well-crafted weapons and his attitude was a refreshing polite cheerfulness. He wasn't afraid of her, or even of Alucard. Perhaps that came with age. She decided she would tell Walter the truth.

"I was trying to materialize in other parts of the manor," said Seras. "I went to Integra's office, and Alucard was there, and she was bent over the desk and he was..." Seras trailed off and buried her face in her hands again. "Why didn't anybody warn me about them?"

"I see," said Walter. "I had no idea."

"Bollocks," muttered Seras bitterly. "You know everything that goes on here."

"Well, I had no idea they weren't even bothering to leave the office first. But Integra is like a daughter to me, and I try not to think too much about what's going on."

Seras nodded. "I suppose I should have guessed too. It's not like I didn't notice that there was some chemistry there." She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand.

"I hate to be blunt about this, Seras, but you'll have forever with Alucard, and Integra won't. Not that I blame you for being jealous, but..."

Seras shook her head. "I'm not even sure if I'm jealous over Alucard. He's never acted like he wanted me, and I don't think I want him exactly either. Even when she's gone, which believe me I hope is a long time from now, he'll probably always remember her. I'm sure he isn't capable of love, but whatever he is capable of, he's not going to come to me for it."

"Why don't you come into my room and we'll talk some more, if you want to. It will be more comfortable than sitting here in the corridor."

Seras nodded and followed him through the nearest door. She flopped into a chair while Walter went over to a small kitchenette and began to make tea.

"None for me, thanks," she said.

Walter nodded and eventually sat down with a cup, facing her.

She began to speak. "What I'm really jealous of isn't a person, just the whole idea of closeness and intimacy. Ever since I was a young teenager all I wanted to be was a police officer. So I started studying, and physically training, at a very young age. I never had much time for boys and all that. Of course they came on to me, once I had these," she pointed at her chest, "and I did have the occasional date, but never a real relationship."

Walter nodded.

"I thought it could wait until I achieved my goals. And I was so young, anyway. And now... now I'm not even alive am I? I'll be young forever, but what man would ever look at me? Another vampire perhaps, if he were a bit desperate, but besides Alucard and the chipped freaks I kill who would that be?"

Walter shook his head. "You must know that you're a lovely young girl, Seras Victoria."

"A lovely young dead girl, who will gradually become a very old girl who is still a bitter virgin."

Walter continued to look her in the eye. "Surely there are human males who find you attractive."

"No, believe me, once they're finished staring at my breasts and notice the fangs and the eyes, it's all over."

"Well... they're very foolish then."

"Thank you," said Seras. She looked into Walter's eyes, suddenly noticing how bright and clear they were. There were lines on his face of course, and he would never be young again, but he was still a very handsome man.

Walter didn't seem to notice her scrutiny. He rose to put his teacup away. Seras got up too.

She said, "Well, I suppose I should be going. You need your sleep."

"I hope I've been of some help."

She nodded. "Certainly."

She reached out then and hugged him. He was surprised, but put his arms around her as well. Suddenly it occurred to Seras that she was pressed up a against a male body, and one that was in surprisingly good shape for a man that age. She didn't want to let go.

She lifted her head off Walter's shoulder and looked at him. She started to stroke his neck, then realizing what might imply she ran her fingers over his cheek instead. Walter's eyes widened and he pulled his head back. Seras leaned forward and kissed him on the lips.

"Don't do this," he said. Seras was frustrated. She could tell he had been starting to respond.

"Afraid after all, Walter?" she asked.

"Afraid that I'm much too old for anything like this, yes." he said simply. "I'm old enough to be your grandfather, Seras."

Seras shrugged. "And someday I'll be twice as old as that, and then more."

"But you'll still look just like you do now," said Walter with a sad little smile.

"Then you'll have to give me some lessons in being the resident sexy old person around Hellsing." Seras was grinning now, showing her fangs, and she didn't care.

"Please leave, Seras. This just isn't going to happen."

Seras left then, but continued to smile.

In her room, alone, she thought some more. It wasn't hard to imagine what it would be like to really kiss Walter, but beyond that she had trouble figuring out how an encounter might go. After all, she knew everything she needed to know about sex but had never been with a man of any age. But everything she did think of was very pleasant, and she suspected the experience would beat the hell out of spying on her master and his boss. She was determined that she would somehow find out for certain.

Part 2 -- Walter

Walter was shaken after Seras left. He couldn't remember the last time anyone had come on to him like that. In his youth, he had to admit, he had been rather attractive, and of course there had been women. He had been devoted to Hellsing then too, but he had managed to make some time for play. But then the rumors of the freak situation had begun, and later Integra's father had died. Walter had become more and more wrapped up in his work, and he had not had sex, or even a kiss, in a very long time.

But Seras was extremely beautiful. Her blond hair and delicate features were stunning. He had more sophistication than to leer at her chest like some men but there were few chests that incredible. And he didn't mind that she had red eyes, or fangs, or anything else. Moreover, she was a sweet girl, for a vampire, and had a good mind. It was very difficult for Walter to forget what she had just done.

He sat down in the chair and stared at the ceiling. "Alucard would probably kill you even after all these years if you laid a hand on her," he thought. Then again, Alucard had never shown much inclination to care about the private lives of anyone at Hellsing except Integra, and might find it merely amusing if he did find out. Walter shook his head and got into his pajamas. "You disgusting old man; you probably can't even get it up anymore," he thought, and tried to sleep.

In his dream it was morning and he was walking down the hall. He reached the door of Seras's room and went inside. Slowly, he opened up her coffin. She was awake for some reason, and she smiled up at him. She pulled him down, and began to touch him. Clothing was removed, and a long vampire tongue caressed his chest. He began to touch her, feeling skin, nipples, moistness. The dream dissolved into a mist of pleasure and Walter awoke to indisputable proof that he could in fact still get it up. He sighed.

For the first time in his life, he simply could not think what to do. He walked around the rest of the day in an inner daze, and moreover was unable to face Integra at her desk without getting a disturbing image of her and Alucard. That was probably a much less disturbing image than him and Seras would be, but he couldn't stop thinking about that either. He was able to be his perfectly composed self as always, and he was certain nobody noticed anything, but inside he was very uncomfortable. He couldn't wait to get back to his room and sleep, and he hoped this time he would dream of something a bit more prosaic.

Part 3 -- Walter and Seras

In the end, Walter couldn't sleep at all, and was wide awake when the door began to open. He knew who it was, knew he should have expected it. He sat up in bed and tried to think clearly.

Seras stood before him, her hands on her hips, wearing her uniform.

"You're going to throw me out of here, aren't you?" she said.

Walter came to a sudden decision. He might be old, but he could remember how to please a woman, and he was damned if he was going to keep pushing this one away. He had never even thought of taking an undead lover, but perhaps there were still a few things he needed to experience in life.

"No, Seras, I'm not going to throw you out of here."

She smiled. She hadn't expected this reaction but she would take full advantage of it. She walked slowly over to the bed and sat down. Walter was up immediately, kneeling before her to take off her boots.

"Such a gentleman," she murmured, and ran her fingers through his hair. It was untied for sleep, and fell almost to his shoulders.

He caressed her calves and ran her hands up her thighs. She felt cold, very cold. He hadn't expected that, nor had he really remembered that she would have no pulse, no breath. But touching her skin was like rubbing a peach, and she was gazing into his eyes as she unbuttoned her blouse, and none of it seemed to matter.

She took off her bra, then reached for the buttons on his pajama top. It fell to the floor, and she pulled him down on top of her.

She looked down at her chest for a moment. "I suppose they're only going to get in the way, hmm?" she murmured.

"Heresy," he hissed into her ear, and kissed her.

He caressed her breasts gently and she began to run her tongue down his neck. Suddenly her teeth scraped him gently, and she sat up suddenly.

"I'm so sorry," she said, "I swear I wasn't going to..."

"Why not?" he asked.

"What?" He had never seen her look so shocked.

He shrugged. "If I'm going to get a vampire I might as well get the whole experience, no? Hasn't Alucard taught you to take blood without creating a ghoul?"

Seras gazed at his neck and the vein running through it. She was extremely tempted, but still nervous. "He told me, but I've only had the medical blood you bring me. I've really never bit anyone."

"Well, go ahead if you like. However, if the late Jan Valentine is to be believed, old people's blood tastes like shit anyway."

He fell silent as she lay him back on the bed and her mouth approached his neck again. He felt only the gentlest prick from her fangs, and then her tongue pressed out blood and she began to suck.

He had worried that it would make him sleepy, but she wasn't taking enough blood for that. Instead he found the whole experience incredibly arousing. He no longer wondered how vampires caught their victims, she could certainly suck out all his blood right now and he would just lie here and have an orgasm. He was struggling to keep himself from coming as it was. The early release would not be worth the recovery time he would probably have to have at his age.

Seras couldn't believe what she was doing. His blood did not take like shit. It was warm and smooth in her mouth, nothing like the chilled blood in the bags. She suspected that it was a rare taste fresh as well. She took it slowly, savoring it like old wine, and was satisfied long before there was any danger. Her entire body was tingling, and she was rubbing her still clothed crotch against his hip.

Finally she moved away from his neck and kissed his mouth again. Their tongues met. He could taste his own blood in her mouth, but he didn't even care. He unzipped her skirt and pulled it down, then gently slipped her panties off. She lay before him naked, golden and white and beautiful.

She watched him too, looking at his wiry body and the few scars raised by his fights with freaks and ghouls. Remembering his appearance as the angel of death, she thought that it would be easy to believe he was much younger.

He kicked his pajama bottoms off and lay on top of her. She reached down to guide him inside her but he shook his head and said "Not yet." This might be the last sexual experience of his life and he wasn't going to rush through it.

First he lowered his head to her nipples and began to suck at them, getting more and more forceful as she arched her back and moaned. Slowly he ran his hand up her thigh, then lightly played with the hair between her legs, teasing her. "Please," she murmured, and he began to rub gently at her clit. Her moaning became a short whine as he increased the pressure.

Seras had her eyes closed and her head thrown back when suddenly she felt his head move down her body and his lips joined his fingers in stimulating her. The sensation was more than she had expected, and she lifted her hips and pressed herself against his mouth.

She tasted sweet, better than any human woman, and Walter moved his mouth over her enthusiastically. He wanted very much to please her, and from the sounds she was making it seemed as if he were. He pushed his tongue inside her, listening to her murmur his name in a choked voice in response. He then moved his mouth to suck at her clit as he inserted two fingers into her. He heard her gasp and felt and tasted her fluids as she came around his fingers. He lay her head down on her stomach and asked her if she were all right.

All right? She barely knew how to answer the question. She had become a vampire, saved lives, killed many, and now finally even sucked blood, and none of it compared to what he had just done to her.

Then his face was over hers again and she felt his penis at her entrance. He asked her with his eyes if she were ready, and she laughed.

"It won't hurt," she said. "Only silver can hurt me now, don't you know?"

And indeed as he slid into her she only laughed again and sucked at his neck without teeth.

Inside her arousal made her warm and as Walter moved the sensations overwhelmed him. She was strong surrounding him and capable of making him come instantly, but somehow he held on. He thrust harder and she wrapped her legs around him. He knew if she lost control she could hurt him but he wanted to make her lose control anyway.

The sensation of having him inside her was pushing Seras over limits she didn't know she could reach. She couldn't believe she could come again so soon but she was about to. She put her own hand into her mouth and almost drew blood as she bit it to keep herself from screaming. Walter pulled the hand down to her side and gripped it. "No one can hear us down here," he groaned. She did scream then and almost bruised him squeezing his hand and shoulder as the orgasm hit her.

As she came her legs pressed him even further into her and he felt an almost dizzy rush as those gorgeous red eyes gazed at him, then closed in ecstasy. Finally it was too much and he moved his hips convulsively and ejaculated inside her.

He breathed carefully as he came down from his peak, kissing her cheek and stroking her hair. She opened her eyes and smiled at him.

"Well," she said eventually, "That was rather indescribable."

He shook his head and rolled over onto his side. "If only you had known me when I was young."

She laughed. "If this is what you're like now, I never could have handled it."

"I have to go now," she said regretfully. "I have target practice with the night troops."

He nodded. He wasn't sure what to say, as "Thank you" seemed inadequate to the point of ridiculousness. He settled for "Good-bye."

"Well, good-bye for now," she said. "I'll be coming back tomorrow."

He was surprised. "You're coming back?"

She nodded. "Unless you'd prefer my place? I'm not sure we could both fit in the coffin but it might be fun to try."

He laughed. "I can see you're determined to bring some life into my declining years."

"You bet. I'd suggest you get some sleep, but maybe you'd better get used to sleeping during the day."

Walter shook his head in bemusement as she dressed and left. He decided that if vampires had never killed him through guns, knives, or teeth one wasn't about to kill him through sex. If Hellsing and the entire world collapsed around him, he was still going to enjoy this as long as he could.

The End