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Yan!Alucard, who when hellsing first hired a new maid, was taken aback. Something about her reminds him of Mina, the one woman he truly desired. The one who got away from him. Maybe she looks like Mina or caries herself the same way, but he's truly taken aback.

Yan!Alucard, who begins to fall hard for the new maid, obsessing over, taking inconspicuous forms just to watch her bathe or change or even touch herself.

Yan!Alucard, who watches her sleep in her room at the hellsing manor, maybe even kissing her while she sleeps.

Yan!Alucard, who's advances start subtle, with his carefully curated compliments or a small brush of his hand against her hip or rear, picking things up for her or helping her up if she's fallen

Yan!Alucard, who doesn't stay subtle for long, soon grabbing her chest or wrapping his arms around her waist, or playing with her panties, maybe even stealing underwear from her drawers for his own... Proposes

Yan!Alucard, who takes advantage of Integra's "just don't break anything" attitude, he can do all the things to her that he never had the chance to with Mina.

Yan!Alucard, who appears in her room one night and askes that dreaded question, "are you a virgin?" And when she blushes and nods, a dark grin spreads across his sharp teeth.

Yan!Alucard, who reaches down to embrace his darling, but before she can do anything, he sinks his teeth into her, like he never got to with Mina

Yan!Alucard, who laps the blood up like a starving man, and grows aroused at the sounds his darling makes, it seems the feeling of his mouth against her neck is arousing her.

Yan!Alucard, who after he made his darling a vampire, and she passed out, would hold her until she woke, not without groping, but still.

Yan!Alucard, who would put the vampiric ability of his to make others do as he wills to good use.

Yan!Alucard, who used that ability to make his darling beg for him to take her, and oh he did, with every ounce of passion he never got to drive into Mina with.

Yan!Alucard, who drives into her at a blistering pace, his head hitting her cervix over and over again, as he drove into her like an animal trying to breed its mate.

Yan!Alucard, who relishes in seeing her virgin blood drip down him, mixing with her juices and his cum, and brings it to her lips to taste.

Yan!Alucard, who let the mind control wear off hours ago. All of this she'd been enjoying, begging for more. And he'd filled her countless times.

Yan!Alucard, who pulls her off his member to force her to her knees, watching as she eagerly takes him into her mouth.

Yan!Alucard, who ruts at her lips as she slobbers around him, and who moans like a madman as she deep throats him, workinh magic with her tongue.

Yan!Alucard, who watches in shock as she smears his cum on her lips and nipples, before swallowing the rest and nuzzling his cock.

Yan!Alucard, who knows he's broken her, and wonders if Mina would've been just as good of a girl for him.

Yan!Alucard, who pats her head and praises his good girl, watching her nuzzle and kiss his shaft, occasionally licking it.

Yan!Alucard, who grinds his shoe against her messy, newly deflowered pussy as she practically snuggles his cock.

Ever since that night, the distance between her and Vlad was like that of plains and the sky, she rarely spoke around him and asked for nothing, flinching when he approached.

Days turn to weeks, and weeks to months as they fell greater apart each day. He knows why she fears him now, but he struggles to admit his faults, his pride too great and his masculinity too fucking fragile.

She was sitting in their chambers when he approached, he sat beside her on the edge of the bed, one hand reaching to cup her cheek. She turned away and scooted back, "don't touch me..." She mumbled.

Shock hit his face, How dare his wife not want his touch?! "Darling, why do you hide from me?" Vlad questions, he knows the answer, but he's too prideful to ever apologize for his actions. "I'm your husband, i demand you tell me why you've been behaving like this!"

She flinched when she raised his voice and tears began to well in her eyes, "Y-you yelled at me and accused me of being disloyal a-and acted as if I had no gratitude for all you've given me!" She wailed.

His gaze softened as he reached for her hand, he knew this was why but he had been too prideful to say it. "I'm sorry, my love... I never meant to hurt you so..." He whispered into her hand. "Your apologies aren't enough! Y-you proved to me that you d-don't trust me!" She shouted, he'd wounded her, she felt like he was only pretending to love her for his own pleasure.

As tears fell from her eyes he stood up and knelt before the bed, taking her hand once more, "I only worry because I see how beautiful, how kind and sweet you are... I'm fearful that you'll grow tired of me, and that another man will covet what is mine," he explained, before kissing her hand.

"I-i know you only worry because you love me, Vlad, but it still hurts... I trust you with every bone in my body, we swore before god and man that we'd forever trust one another..." She spoke, her tears beginning to slow down. She sniffled and sat a bit closer to his kneeling frame.

"Forgive me, my darling, for I am ashamed of how I've made you feel... I should know by now that you would never stray from me..." He spoke, looking up at her with pure adoration, and perhaps shame. "My dear, such shame fills my heart, I have doubted you and wounded our love so, I beg your forgiveness, darling." He added, standing up and pulling her close, wrapping his arms around her.

"V-vlad... I forgive you..." She mumbled into his shoulder as he began to rock them both side to side, one hand gently rubbing her hip. "I love you sweetheart," he spoke, "like the sun and moon love one another, how the stars love the sky, how sea loves the shore... You're my everything..." He whispered in her ear.

"Oh Vlad I love you..."

"Oh Alucard..." She sighed as she shifted in his embrace. Alucard had returned from a mission to Ireland, oh how miserable life is without her sweet Alucard... No one to hold her all night long and kiss her all day. But now Alucard has returned and the loneliness is gone... Her no life king is here.

"Yes, darling?" *Alucard muttered into the crown of her head, his arms shifting from her shoulders to around her hips, one hand sliding up to cup her cheek. "I missed you so much darling... How was your mission?" She asked, leaning into his hand and placing her own on top of his much larger one.

"My mission was easy as usual, sweetness." Alucard spoke, "How was your time while I was gone, darling?" He asked, pulling her closer.

"Miserable without you, my love! I fell down the stairs while cleaning and Mr. Bernadotte saw my undergarments and it was unbelievably embarrassing! And Integra yelled at me because I accidentally made her the wrong tea!" She spoke, nuzzling into his shoulder. Alucard's face dropped and he removed the hand from his cheek.

"Pip?! That French bastard saw your fucking panties?" A look of jealousy crept across those strong Romanian features of his as he clutched her tighter. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘺/𝘯. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 maid.

"I-it was only for a split second and he apologized profusely after! You don't need to get so jealous, Alucard..."Alucard sighed and loosed his grip, before running his thumb over her lips and kissing her. "Alucard, my no life king..." She sighed

It's loud outside, with people marching and clapping. Has her husband returned from war after 6 long months? She desperately hopes, he sends her no letters... It's as if he doesn't even love her, always so cold, despite all they've been through together.

She ran out the door to their shared room, maybe the guards would let her leave to greet her husband. "Halt, my lady!" One bellowed, "You are not to leave the walls, under the Voivode's command!", the guard continued, "Please!", she argues, " he's returned home and i want to see him!" She pleads, with watery eyes. Her husband keeps her in isolation, she sees no one when he leaves, she so desperately wants for his embrace now.

And then he approaches. Vlad the Impaler, Dracula himself, dismounting his horse and flinging the castle door open. And then he calls her name "r/n! Why have you not come to greet me?!" He barks, as if she's the one choosing to never leave the door.

She runs to him and embraces him, "Oh Vlad!", she cries with joy, "Oh how I missed you!", she adds, peppering his face with kisses. Unsure of how to react to her enthusiasm and affection, he pats her head, "Yes, yes, my sweet, I've returned...", he muttered.

The night would drag on, until they retired to his chambers. Not to be intimate. That day would never come, Lord he's tried, but every time he would, he felt nothing but the Sultan's hands on him. But he could be close to one another.

The two laid in bed, her head resting on his chest, her legs over his. He ran a hand over her hair, before taking her face in his hand. "Have I... Ever told you how beautiful you are, sweetness?" He questions. It's true, he's never complimented her, he came to the realization upon his return, that he shows her no affection. 'She must feel unloved or unwanted..' He once thought to himself.

The truth is that he does love her, more than anything, but its hard for him to express that love, he doesn't know how. And he fears her leaving him... So he keeps her isolated from the world, after all, many people would want to hurt or covet what is rightfully his, wouldnt they?

"Darling... How did you entertain yourself in my absence?" He would question, his hand moving to take hers and bring it to his lips, "I read a lot... And I befriended one of the kitchen workers." She answered. However a certain part of this would greatly displease his possesive heart.

"Who in the kitchen staff? Was it a man?!" He pushed her off, immediately rising to his full height above her. "V-vlad- I was loyal to you, I promise! I love you!", her words did nothing to soothe his rage, deep down he knows she'd never be unfaithful, but his possesive nature would never allow for that.

"After all I've done for you, saving you from becoming some Sultan's Filthy slave, you repay me like this?!" He shouts, to blinded by his own rage to think clearly. She takes his hand and places it on her cheek, "Vlad I could never betray you... You saved me from becoming some horrible object in someone's collection, you've protected me, kept me safe from all who might try to hurt me... I feel lonely sometimes... But I know you keep me away from others for my own good... I won't talk to Jurek from the kitchen anymore.... I'm sorry Vlad..." She spoke, hoping to soothe his anger... She can't stand it when he's mad at her... She needs his affection, it's all she has, she loves her husband, she'd do anything for him.

He looked down at her, feeling the softness of her cheek, and pulled her close, whispering into her hair, "good girl... You'll never leave me... I'll make sure of it." He declares, leaning down to shorter stature, though still towering over her.