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      Victoria, Walter_Dornez, Original_Female_Character(s), Original_Male
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      Published: 2017-05-20 Completed: 2017-09-26 Chapters: 28/28 Words: 45479
****** Blood & Lilies ******
by 6_Binx_6
Summary
     In the aftermath following the war in London with Millenium, Hellsing
     has rebuilt and is back to its somewhat former glory. However,
     history has started to repeat itself again. Alucard saves another
     girl, but she's been severely abused. There are many similarities,
     but this one is different from his police girl. Will he make the same
     mistakes? What will the newest member of Hellsing do now that she's
     found the one thing she has been looking for? One thing is for sure,
     none of it will be easy.
     ***Warning: I wrote this to try and challenge my writing a bit. There
     will be many situations that are not for the faint of heart and can
     be a bit graphic. You've been warned! Enjoy! ^_^***
Notes
     This is my first work, like ever. I'm trying to improve my writing
     overall so please comment! This was moved over from AFF and is my own
     work. I don't own any part of Hellsing nor do I make money doing
     this. I just really love this Anime and missed Alucard and Integra.
     ^_^ The plot and all the original characters here are mine, they came
     from my brain. If they resemble anyone, it's purely coincidental.
     Happy reading!
***** The Man In Red *****
Chapter Notes
     Revised for some minor grammatical errors and punctuation on 9/19/
     2017.
The once successful Lawrence James Orphanage, had housed about thirty children
from all age ranges. It had flourished under the wealthy donations of
successful business men and women alike looking to fluff their tax breaks.
Orphanages made people feel sympathy for those less fortunate and made them
easy to part with their money. That money then was spent on clothing, food,
education and living arrangements. Giving the investors the idea that the
children were being taken care of. What was not commonly known was that behind
locked doors it was a slave trade and brothel. Lawrence James was careful who
he marketed that juicy point too, which is probably one of the factors that had
lead to the buildings current state.
The young girl had stopped screaming a while ago, now she just lay there numb.
She had managed to hide herself in a closet after the first wave of panic had
hit after Lawrence James had come for a visit. There was something different
about the man that night, he still looked the same. His grey suit carefully
pressed with a stiff collared shirt. His grey hair had been combed and slicked
back, revealing high brow features that were striking and a little unnerving.
His eyes though, weren't the deep green she'd seen so many times before. They
were red, bright and a silent promise of violence filled them. He'd bitten the
Mistress in a horrid splatter that covered everyone in the front hall.
The young girl had been stunned, but only for the briefest of moments before
running. The other children who had been in the hall were already screaming
behind her once she reached the top of the stairs. They had all gone there to
greet the man like they had always done when he came to visit.
Once a month Lawrence James would come to collect the money that came from
selling the younger children and whoring out the older ones. At these visits,
he would choose one of them to...spend time with. They would line up and he
would make a grand showing of stepping in front of each one, appearing to
carefully choose. It never mattered though, he always choose her. And once
again, it hadn't mattered how she fought back or if she ran away, he always
won.
It felt like hours had passed. The closet she had hidden in had its door
hanging from its hinges. She'd found herself surrounded by the twisted ashen
faces of the other children, not all of them present. The Mistress had also
been there, half her neck torn out. They stood stoically, animal like growls
and gurgles coming from them.
After she'd been yanked out of the closet by her hair she was brought face to
face with Lawrence James. His red eyes bore into hers as he grinned through
dried blood on his face.
"Oh my pretty Elizabeth. I've missed you."
She kicked him low, aiming for his groin. The hit landed squarely but he didn't
flinch. Eyes wide, he brought her closer to his face. He held her roughly by
her ebony hair and kept her feet barely touching the ground.
"You've missed me too, haven't you?" His tongue slid out and licked along her
jaw line, sending a shiver of disgust down her spine. Struggling, Elizabeth
clawed at his hand holding her hair while his other slinked around her slim
waist and brought her closer to him. She felt the bulge in his pants through
the thin material of her night gown and struggled harder.
"Go fuck yourself." She spat in his face. This only made him laugh, a manic
sound that grated on her ears.
"Oh no, I've held back this long. I might as well wait a little longer before
making you completely mine, body and soul." His hand dug into her side harshly
and she screamed. "Elizabeth..." He purred in her ear, "I'm really going to
enjoy this."
Lawrence brought his hand up to his mouth and slowly licked the blood from his
fingers. He visually shuddered, closing his eyes. Elizabeth was glaring at him,
her lilac eyes showing all the hatred she had harbored for this man.
He opened his eyes and met hers, still holding his hand to his lips. There was
a brief moment before she started screaming again.
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Elizabeth woke to soft wet sounds filling the room. Her blurry vision barely
made out the creatures that made up the former children of the orphanage. Her
body was cold and numb, she hardly took notice of the tongue gliding across her
abdomen. For a moment she thought to close her eyes again, but the sudden pain
in her chest made her come fully awake with a scream.
Lawrence raked his long nails down her exposed chest, drawing ripples of blood
over her white skin. She shook with pain and he held her down, moving his face
drenched in her blood over hers. The droplets fell on her checks like tears.
"You taste so sweet, it's hard to control myself. I just want all of you." He
whispered sweetly to her, his voice not matching his face. She found herself
focusing on him, bringing her hand up weakly to try and hit him. It never made
contact and fell limply at her side.
The door to the room suddenly blew inward, the force knocking them both back
and the surrounding creatures that had been static before, started growling
hungrily, moving towards the man now standing in the door way.
Chunks of wood and plaster rain down. Elizabeth blinked blankly through black
strands of her hair as the dust settled to see a tall man in a red suit and
white shirt. His tie was loose around his collar, though it was expertly tied.
A large brimmed hat, matching the red of his suit hid his features except for
the amber lenses of the glasses that he wore.
"Well, you've demonstrated how much control you don't have." The man in the red
suit said, razor sharp teeth becoming exposed from the blackness of his face.
"Who the hell are you, coming in here and interrupting my fun?" Lawrence pulled
Elizabeth up against him as he stood using her as a shield against his body.
Her limp naked form was bleeding in various places, with bruises littering her
body. Deep scars marked her from previous encounters with Lawrence all over
her. Normally she would have them well hidden with dresses with long sleeves.
Lawrence wasn't one for allowing her to wear pants. Elizabeth felt her anger at
having the scars exposed to someone she didn't know. She had been marked for
life, but she never wanted anyone to see them. Didn't want to see the pity in
their eyes as they saw her for what she was, a useless toy.
The man in red regarded her, still grinning wickedly. His face never faltered
as she could clearly feel his eyes on her body. Tilting his head down, the man
looked over the rim of his glasses at her revealing a single red eye. They
stared at each other for a moment until he moved his head covering his eyes
again. Deliberately, he pulled a long barreled hand gun out of the side of his
jacket aiming it at a nearby creature. Cocking the gun, he began to fire.
The noise was deafening and with the yelling of the man holding her in her
ears, Elizabeth thought her ears would explode. She winced inwardly from the
pain in her middle as Lawrence squeezed her tighter in his anger. The hideous
creatures were blown to ash and piles of it now laid around the room.
"What the fuck are you doing?!" Lawrence screamed.
"Quenching my boredom." Without missing a beat the man in red fired again,
hitting Lawrence in the forehead. He exploded in a pile of ash and Elizabeth
felt herself falling, but she never hit the floor.
Looking up, she found herself cradled in the arms of the man in red. His broad
chest and strong arms held her close, and she could feel the definition of his
muscles against her naked body. He leaned over her, close enough that his face
was inches from hers. Red eyes gazed over the amber lenses of his glasses
meeting her lilac ones.
"How interesting..." His voice was low and it seemed to hit a resonance deep
inside her. A long distant memory half formed, pushing a lost feeling to the
surface. It felt like...home.
"I'm going to give you a choice. Do you want to come with me, or do you want to
die here?"
There it was again, that feeling of...home. Elizabeth breathed in deeply, the
man in red smelled like blood, death and for some reason cinnamon. It was
intoxicating. The mix was enough to bring her eyes closed for a moment before
she met his gaze again.
"You..." Elizabeth had to force herself to speak. The blood loss was really
kicking in now. She wasn't sure if the man in red could save her, but she
didn't want to die here. She wanted to go home and for whatever reason this
man, felt like home...
He took off his large brimmed hat and set it down next her. He leaned down
close to her neck, pausing as she whispered to him.
"What's your name?" Her breath tickled his ear and she watched his eyes drift
to the side of her face to a spot of blood on her check.
"Alucard..."
***** What To Think *****
Chapter Notes
     Revised for some minor grammatical errors on 9/19/2017.
"Alucard! What in the HELL do you think you are doing?!" Sir Integra slammed
her hands down on the desk in front of her with such force that her tea cup
rattled. Her glasses flashed in the light as she glared at the vampire in front
of her.
Alucard grinned devilishly in the face of her anger. "Whatever do you mean,
Master?"
"Don't play coy with me Alucard, you know damn well what I mean!" Integra
gestured forcefully towards his arms which held a petite girl with long ebony
hair wrapped in his red duster. Her eyes were closed, but her skin was so pale
that Integra didn't doubt for a moment that the vampire had created another
fledgling. It was Cheddar Village all over again and she cringed internally.
"I will not allow you to turn another girl into a monster on a whim. You are to
dispose of her immediately. After which you will be punished." Her voice left
no room for negotiation.
Alucard grinned wider, showing teeth. His Master had gained more wrinkles in
the years following the war with Millennium. The betrayal of her friend,
confidant, and butler had worn on her greatly. Even the death of his police
girl had harmed her on some level, though she never said anything on the
matter.
"I've done nothing of the sort. She is wholly human, I assure you." Alucard
held the girl in his arms, close to his chest. He hadn't turned her, due to his
Master's order. He was not really sure why he bothered. Instead he had bitten
his wrist and gave her a few drops of his blood. They wouldn't turn her but it
had helped her stabilize long enough to lick her wounds to heal them. His blood
was like liquid fire, and though she was unconscious, her body shook violently
from it as it burned into her blood cells. She was still deathly cold, but her
breathing had stopped becoming ragged when he had finished. Looking back on it
now, it was something his police girl would have done. He stopped grinning.
Sir Integra humphed and sat down, lighting one of her small cigars and letting
the smoke out in an angry puff. She brought her hands up, resting her elbows on
her desk.
"You said that before, but I'm not convinced. You're up to something and I
demand to know what it is." She continued to glare at him from behind her hands
that were held in front of her, taking another puff of her cigar.
"Again, whatever do you mean?" His complete disrespect was beginning to piss
her off. It was clearly visible on her face. She pondered for a moment if he
missed Seras, but the moment the thought touched her mind she dismissed it. The
vampire had not done nor said anything close to that in all this time. Though,
gazing at the girl being held in his arms, she wondered. Sir Integra regarded
them both silently as Alucard's fingers tightened slightly around the girl.
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Elizabeth stirred in the warmth that surrounded her. So peaceful. It was
calming here. She had half a mind to bury herself in that warmth further, but
the deep rumbling of a masculine voice kept waking her. Slowly, almost
painfully she opened her eyes. She wasn't dead, but she felt like she should
have been. Her chest had a dull ache in it and her abdomen was sore. Everything
hurt, everywhere. Her tongue felt like she had tasted acid rain and she found
herself shivering from the rancidness of it.
Looking up she found Alucard staring straight ahead at something, though she
didn't have the energy to look and see what it was. Someone in the room spoke
then, a somewhat feminine voice, but harsh.
"Take her to the infirmary. We will continue this conversation later."
Elizabeth shifted her eyes sideways and saw a woman with long blonde hair
sitting behind a large desk. She wore a deep brown suit with a matching tie.
The cut was masculine on her, but her facial features were definitely female.
Cobalt blue eyes watched her behind circular glasses.
"No." Alucard's voice brought Elizabeth's gaze back to him. She was surprised
at the angular features of his face. His face had been hidden before in shadow.
She stared up at him. He looked like a dark prince from a gothic fairy tail.
She felt her heart give a painful pound before she closed her eyes. In the next
instant they were open as the woman spoke again.
"That's an order Alucard. If she's human she will be checked out, brought back
to health and then placed back into the system. We do not keep strays here." He
woman spat, snubbing her burning cigar into a nearby ash tray.
Elizabeth started to shake. Back? To another....orphanage? Anything but that,
anything! She'd lived in one since she was three and they were horrible places.
Lawrence James had been the bane of her existence for almost the entire time
she was in the system. Just when she had finally turned eighteen and was going
to leave, he had kept her there. Every time she ran away, he found her and
brought her back. It had been a prison. He would often touch her sexually,
doing things that were revolting and discusting. However, Elizabeth discovered
a long time ago that while Lawrence had found her attractive, he found much
more pleasure in physically abusing her.
The memories made bile rise in her throat and it was all she could do to not
throw up. Instead she frantically grabbed onto the collar of Alucard's shirt
and buried her face into his chest. The panic attack was all consuming. She
took frantic breaths into her lungs. The smell of blood and cinnamon wrapped
around her and slowly began to calm her. She was faintly aware of her chest
aching as she began the breath deeply getting lost in his scent. Why is his
scent so calming? The thought was brief, but she didn't care.
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Alucard didn't move as Elizabeth grabbed him, he figured the conversation was
bound to make her react. Especially after Integra's insistence that she go back
to where she came from. However, he hadn't expected her to burry her face into
his chest and take deep ragged breaths. More over he felt his arms hold her
more firmly against him. A protective motion, he didn't even know he did.
Integra watched as the girl suddenly buried her face into Alucard's chest. His
arms holding her carefully, but protectively. She raised her eyebrow slightly,
his eyes never leaving hers in a stare down.
The girl shivered as she breathed into his chest and Alucard was becoming more
and more aware that her still naked chest was pressing up against the material
of his shirt. In fact his pants had become somewhat uncomfortable. His face
however, simply gave Integra a wicked grin as she watched them. The girl moved
slightly and his red duster slipped down her bare shoulders, exposing long
angry scars through her hair.
Alucard watched as Integra glanced at the scars, but her face never wavered.
However her eyes slightly did. He slowly grinned at his master as she watched
them. Never one to surprise him, his Master. This small human in his arms
though, was just surprising him all the way around. Only his police girl had
found his touch comforting, a good part of that was due to her being his
fledgling. This girl however, was human.
Integra sighed and finally leaned back in her chair, "It's getting late
Alucard, find her a place to sleep, preferably not in your coffin. I'll have
Nathaniel call the doctor in the morning. But don't misunderstand me, you will
be punished."
"Of course." Alucard's voice was casual, but his red eyes gleamed as he grinned
almost manically at her. He pulled the duster up higher on the girl's shoulders
to cover them once again before leaving the room.
Integra sighed once more and lit another cigar, breathing out the smoke slowly.
Her face was still as she thought for a moment before hitting the intercom on
her desk.
"Yes, Sir Integra?" The voice of her butler, Nathaniel, came over the speaker.
"Bring me all of the files on all of the children from Lawrence James
Orphanage."
"Yes, Sir Integra."
She clicked it off and took another puff on her cigar, eyes on the door to her
office. "I wonder what you are thinking...Alucard."
***** Nightmare *****
Chapter Notes
     The first part of this chapter was lost so I had to rewrite it.
     Hopefully it still reads okay!
     Revised for some minor grammatical errors on 9/19/2017.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Elizabeth loved her new big bed. It was soft and smelled of fabric softener.
The best thing? She didn't have to share her room with other children. She was
so excited she rolled around on the bed, giggling. The Lawrence James Orphanage
had one of the highest success rates for adoption from what the other children
had told her. It was a miracle that she had been sent here.
The children had all been nice and she loved her new Mistress. She was pretty
and kind, and explained that there was reading time, play time and she could
even learn to bake cookies if she wanted. Elizabeth was so happy.
"Maybe I'll be adopted! And we'll all have dark hair so we really look like a
family!" Deep down, Elizabeth didn't care what they looked like, as long as
they were all happy together.
A knock at the door brought Elizabeth bouncing out of the bed and rushing over
as it opened.
"Elizabeth," said the Mistress, "I'd like you to meet someone." Beside the
Mistress was a tallish man with green eyes and a pop belly. His hair was
slicked back and he had a gentle smile.
"This is Lawrence James, the proprietor of this orphanage. He insists on
meeting all the new children in person."
Elizabeth was a little shy, but she managed a small smile and a soft "Hello."
She didn't notice the Mistress's slightly forced smile.
Lawrence kneeled down to her level and smiled warmly at her as she fidgeted
with the ends of her long ebony hair behind her back.
"Do you like candy Elizabeth?"
"Oh yes!" She grinned, bouncing on the balls of her feet, her soft white dress
fluttering around her little feet. "I love candy!"
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~*~Eight years later~*~
Elizabeth glared at Lawrence with all the hatred she had harbored for him in
the years she had lived in this horrid place. She was crouched in the corner of
the room, hugging her knees to her chest. Cold steel shackles and chains had
cut into her ankles and wrists causing blood to seep down slowly onto the
hardwood.
"Oh my sweet Elizabeth, do you know how much I love you?" Lawrence was standing
over her, blood caked his pants from where he held her down so he could cut
her. His chest was bare and had smears from where she had struggled to try and
get away from him. She had managed, but it wasn't without its price. Her face
was going to be bruised tomorrow.
Lawrence continued to smile sweetly at her as he spoke, "It seems you are
finally learning to not talk back to me. Such a good girl you are."
"Fuck you!" She instantly cringed after she said it, talking always made things
worse.
He laughed then, his face turning into a vicious sneer, "Never one to
disappoint are you?"
Lawrence reached for her and yanked her forward by her hair, bringing her up on
her knees. She couldn't help the painful scream as he pulled her harder to get
her to still. He gazed down at her naked body, the bulge in his pants revealing
his arousal. Elizabeth choked on the bile that rose up as she tried to claw his
hand from her hair.
The flash of metal being pulled from his pocket made her turn her face away as
he brought the knife to her cheek. She stopped moving then. Panic was setting
in and it was all she could do not to shake.
"Let's play a game, shall we? Seventeen year old girls like games right? It is
your birthday after all." He pressed the knife a little harder to the side of
her face, not cutting...yet.
He pulled her head forcefully down towards his crotch and grinned.
"Undo it." He said, pressing her face closer as she tried to resist.
"No!" She tried to pull back, but it was useless. The knife suddenly turned and
she felt the blade start to bite into her face. Wincing, she brought her
shaking hands up to his pants and slowly undid the button, she hesitated.
"More."
Elizabeth closed her eyes and swallowed, unzipping his pants.
"Elizabeth..." He said warningly.
Oh god...please, please no...
She used her hands and pushed his pants down, fully exposing himself to her.
She refused to look directly in front of her and instead glared up at him.
"If you do a good job," he pressed the head of himself against her mouth, "I
won't cut your back up anymore. But if I feel teeth, or you don't satisfy
me..." He pressed the knife against her cheek again.
"I'll give you till the count of five."
Tears, hot and angry slid over her face as the panic started to take over her
body.
"One."
She felt bile rise up again in her mouth. The smell of him was disgusting,
rancid and was too much for her, making her gag. He pressed against her mouth
harder and it was all she could do to keep her mouth shut.
"Two."
She squeezed her eyes closed and brought her hands down to grip the chains that
held her to quiet their rattling. The shakes were getting bad again.
"Three."
You have to live through this Elizabeth, no matter what he does to you, you
have to live...
"Four." He was pressing the knife against her skin harder, his hand holding her
hair harshly.
Because you're going to be there to watch him die screaming...
"Fi—."
Elizabeth opened her mouth.
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Elizabeth woke up screaming, she thrashed around trying with all her strength
to stop the nightmare. She scrambled up on the bed, chest heaving and soaked in
a cold sweat. She looked frantically around the room, no one was there.
The room was large with antique furniture lining its walls. The canopy bed she
was on was fitted with white sheets and a blue down comforter that looked
expensive. There was barely any light in the room though, which made it hard to
see where the door was. Elizabeth fiddled with the lamp next to the bed to turn
it on and tried to calm her breathing.
Where am I? The last thing I remember was that woman saying I'd have to go back
to another orphanage. Elizabeth cringed, scowling into the darkness. Like
hell...
Looking down at herself she found that she was dressed in a long night gown
with long sleeves. It almost could have been a dress if the material hadn't
been so thin. Elizabeth was thankful that it covered her scars. Swallowing
hard, she didn't know who had dressed her but the thought made her sick. She
knew they had seen; seen the scars...
Blinking slowly, it dawned on her that she didn't hurt anywhere now. All the
pain before was gone and she felt better than she had in a long time. Her body
had always been in a state of healing so she always felt weak and somewhat
exhausted. Now she felt what she thought might be...normal. Alucard had saved
her.
Carefully, hand shaking slightly, she peered down the front of her night gown
at her naked body underneath. The scars were still there but there were no new
ones and no bruises. She stared wide eyed at herself, gently lifting her night
gown to better look at her abdomen. The long deep cut that Lawrence had made
there was completely gone. Not a hint of it anywhere.
"W-what?" She said cautiously. How did this happen? However, more unnerving was
the fact that she was wearing a pair of underwear. She quickly pulled the night
gown back down to her feet.
The faint sound of voices coming from the hall startled her. Looking
frantically around, she slipped off the bed as she turned off the lamp and tip
toed over to the door. She couldn't make out what they were saying, but the
voices sounded male. Listening harder through the solid door, their
conversation seemed to end once they reached her. Heart pounding, she ducked
behind the door as it swung open effectively hiding herself. The two male
voices were clear now and Elizabeth cautiously peeked out from the door to look
at them.
The two men were very different in appearance. One was younger, with light
brown hair slicked back, wearing a black waist coat and pants with a crisp
white shirt. He was tall, but not taller than Alucard, his features were soft
and curved. The other was much shorter, with a pop belly and wore a long white
coat with stripped pants. Definitely a doctor, she thought, I have to get out
of here.
"How long has she been asleep?" The doctor asked, looking at the young man.
"About three days."
"And her wounds?"
"Completely gone from what I was told. Due to the circumstances I felt it best
to leave it at that." The young man smiled softly.
Elizabeth was shocked, I've been out for three days? She shivered at a sudden
chill that came on. Wrapping her arms around her, she rubbed her slender arms.
She hadn't noticed the pair of red eyes that had appeared behind her in the
shadows, watching her.
The two men began to walk across the dark room towards the bed and it was at
this moment Elizabeth slipped around the door that had been hiding her, to
enter the hallway. Once out, she bolted down the hall as fast as her bare feet
could carry her.
Chapter End Notes
     Congrats on finishing Chapter 3! Don't forget to comment!
***** Always Running *****
Chapter Notes
     Revised for some minor punctuation errors on 9/19/2017.
An alarm sounded the moment Elizabeth reached the top of the stairs. The
hallway had been huge, leading her to an intersection with more hallways and
corridors. She had made several wrong turns that lead her to dead ends, but she
had managed to find the stairs after taking a different path.
"Shit..." She whispered, the alarm couldn't have been good. She had no idea
where she was and she hadn't seen Alucard since she woke the first time.
She ran down the stairs, heart pounding when she heard voices coming from the
right of the stairs. Sprinting, she turned the opposite direction at the base
of the stairs and hid in the shadows next to it. She made herself as small as
possible bringing her knees to her chest. Elizabeth tucked her mouth between
them to quiet her breathing. A group of men dressed as soldiers trotted past
her carrying guns and dressed in deep green.
Once they were past she took a shuddering breath, "Oh god, where am I?"
Elizabeth leaned her head back and closed her eyes trying to calm down. If the
hallways and soldiers were any indication, she had a long way to go before she
got out of here, wherever here was.
She felt someone watching her and looked around. In the shadow of the stair
case she saw nothing. The hallway was quiet, though the alarm was still going
in force. "Gotta move." She whispered, the hair on the back of her neck
sticking up.
Taking a deep breath she was up and running again, this time the opposite way
where the soldiers came from. She turned several corners and ran down hallway
after hallway. She tried several doors and they led to various rooms, but not
outside. Large curtains hid windows, revealing the dark night beyond, however
none of them opened.
"Goddamnit!" She yelled, frustrated. Backtracking yet again, she found a small
alcove that had a door that was unlocked. Upon opening it, she was met with
cool night air against her face. Taking in a deep breath, she stepped outside,
letting the door close behind her.
Elizabeth was running again, a familiar motion for her. At times she felt like
she had always been running. The old fear of being found by Lawrence again,
bubbled up. She tired to force it down. "He's dead Elizabeth, he's dead." She
kept chanting as she ran breathlessly across the well manicured grounds.
The grounds were expansive and she saw a building in the distance. She slowed
and stuck to the shadows as she approached it. There were several hundred
soliders running around, the alarm that was heard inside the manor she just ran
out of was still blaring over speakers outside the building. She ducked behind
a military truck and cursed the white night gown she was wearing, she was too
visible. She needed something that would blend in better.
Elizabeth watched as more troops headed toward the manor. She looked around and
found a back door that lead inside the building. Going in would be suicide, she
thought. But there were a few crates near the door that looked like they might
contain something useful. She turned her attention back towards the front of
the building, there were a groups of soldiers out of ear shot, talking
seriously with each other and gesturing towards the manor.
"Fuck..." She said softly, "if they realize I'm not in the building anymore
they will start searching elsewhere." It was definitely time to move.
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Integra was watching the soldiers head toward the manor from her office window.
Alucard to her right, dressed in his usual red attire. He was watching the
commotion outside, bored, while Integra remained somewhat stoic.
"It seems your little pet has managed to escape." She said to Alucard. He
merely grinned.
"She does seem full of surprises."
The alarm was still going and Alucard watched as Elizabeth approached the
barracks and hid in the shadows behind one of the military cruisers. He was
somewhat surprised that she had managed to get that far, clearly his Master's
soldiers need more training if she was that close and they kept running by her.
Pathetic of them really.
"So," Alucard began, sounding amused as he watched Elizabeth sneak near the
back door of the barracks and start shifting through the crates left there.
"How far are you going to let her get?"
Integra crossed her arms and watched, also spotting the girl digging through
the crates. "If she manages to get off the grounds completely?" She glanced at
him for a moment as he turned toward her, "I'll let her stay, but only if she
gets off the grounds. I'll have no use for someone who can't save their own
skin."
Her words sounded cold, but between the lines Integra was more interested in
this girl than she had been when she was brought to her office in Alucard's
arms. Nathaniel had brought the files she had asked for and quickly found what
she was looking for. She knew what Elizabeth had been through, Lawrence James
it seemed, had kept very detailed notes of their 'time' together. It was a
miracle the girl had survived almost twelve years with the sadistic bastard.
"Make sure no one shoots her by accident. They maybe trained, but a lot of them
are still new. I will not tolerate their incompetence in being unable to
discern a human from a vampire as well."
Alucard smiled wickedly at his Master, "I take it there will be more punishment
doled out then?"
Integra glanced at him and smirked, "Seems that way."
"How wonderful..." Alucard said as he slipped into the shadows, disappearing to
follow the girl.
***** Thanks *****
Chapter Notes
     Revised for some spelling errors on 9/19/2017.
Elizabeth found a pair of dark green pants and a jacket in one of the crates.
They were too big for her, but it was better than nothing. Most of the crates
had supplies like food, toiletries and one even had pistols in it. She grabbed
the clothes, a hand full of little food packs and though she wasn't familiar
with guns; one of the pistols with an extra clip. She figured if she got lucky,
she might be able to scare someone enough to let her go, or possibly injury
them so she could get away.
She snuck down further away from the building and hid between two trucks and
their back tires. She quickly changed into the pants and jacket, rolling up the
legs and arms so they wouldn't trip her up. She zipped up the jacket as high as
it would go since she wasn't able to find a t-shirt in any of the crates.
Elizabeth shoved the food packets into one of her pockets and the gun in her
other. She kicked the the discarded night gown under one of the tucks and
peeked out to look around.
Not too far off was a highly wooded area. If she could get past the clearing
she was certain that she'd be able to get away completely.
"But how the hell am I supposed to do that?" Elizabeth said quietly. It was
becoming obvious that she was no longer in the manor. Looking back and the
gigantic place, she could see soldiers lining up and others standing before
them giving orders. She was running out of time...
"You know, you're pretty spunky for someone who was repeatedly abused. One
would think all those years would have broken you."
Elizabeth jumped and barely managed to contain the scream that wanted to
escape. She dug into her pocket, clumsily pulling out the gun and pointing it
behind her in the direction of the voice. There was nothing there, just the
heavy shadows cast between the trucks and the night time sky. It took her a
moment, but that voice....
"Alucard?" She whispered, the gun was shaking a little from another onset of
fear. Her body was starting to betray her again. Elizabeth took a deep breath
to try and calm her nerves as she looked all around her, "where are you?"
Alucard chuckled as he stepped out of the shadows, it looked more the darkness
receded away from him. He was still wearing the red suit she'd met him in, but
his glasses and hat were gone. She realized he was wearing white gloves, she
never noticed those before.
Red eyes watched her, his face was sharp looking but very handsome. Black hair,
a little longer than she originally thought it was, framed his face and fell
into his eyes. She blinked up at him for a few moments from her crouched
position.
"I suppose you're going to bring me back to that woman?" She hissed at him, her
lilac eyes showing anger and a bit of betrayal. He grinned in response, showing
sharp pointy teeth.
"That's not what she ordered me to do. However, she did say if you made it off
the grounds that you could stay here."
"Right..." Elizabeth stared at Alucard, taking in his red eyes and sharp teeth,
her brain kept telling her she should be afraid but her body said otherwise.
She'd heard stories about creatures with red eyes, they drank blood and killed
without mercy. She slowly put her gun down, why had he saved her? Why was he
here now? What made him different than what Lawrence had obviously turned into?
Alucard watched her with mild amusement as she put the gun down, clearly not
afraid of him.
"Either your very brave or incredibly stupid." He watched her reaction as she
merely shrugged, to be surprised yet again.
"You maybe a vampire, but you haven't hurt me. You saved me for whatever reason
and I doubt that woman really said that. It's pretty clear she doesn't want me
here. You on the other hand, I think maybe your just bored and curious. Maybe
that makes me a bit of both." While she was speaking, Elizabeth began braiding
her long ebony hair into an intricate knot that was up off her neck and secure
enough that it wouldn't tangle when she ran for the woods.
The soldiers were pointing towards the building she had just been next to. She
was going to have to be fast and pray that the change in clothes helped hide
her in the night. She hadn't heard any dogs, so maybe they didn't have any to
track her with. The only thing she wished for right now was a pair of shoes,
the grass was cold and she'd have to be careful in the woods. She glanced back
at Alucard who was looking at her with a blank face as she tucked the gun back
into her pocket.
"Just in case, thanks for saving me. And thank you for killing that bastard
Lawrence. He deserved what he got, and much more." Elizabeth frowned in the
well of emotion she felt, Lawrence was dead. If she could bring him back and
kill him herself, she would have. But, she glanced away from Alucard, at least
he was dead and in the end, that's all that mattered.
The soldiers were splitting up now, going in different directions to cover more
ground, she took a deep breath and carefully slipped out from behind the trucks
sneaking slowly as to not draw attention.
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Alucard watched as Elizabeth slowly moved out to the open and crept towards the
woods. She was very interesting indeed. Surprising, and interesting. He didn't
think she would make it to the woods, she had waited to long and the men were
moving. They'd find her soon and Alucard was sure they wouldn't shoot her.
But just in case...
Alucard melted into the shadows of the night and followed her in the darkness,
slipping into her shadow casted by the moon light. She was stealthy for a
human, she'd obviously been in a lot of situations where running and hiding
were key. He was still a little surprised that no one had seen her yet—
BANG! BANGBANGBANG!
Ah well, at least they weren't completely useless after all.
***** Forest Justice *****
Chapter Notes
     Revised for grammatical errors on 9/19/2017.
The gun fire cut through the night air, the bullets missing Elizabeth just
barely. One had come so close she wasn't really sure how it had missed her. She
bolted as fast as her legs could carry her towards the woods.
BANGBANG! BANG! BANGBANGBANG!
She glanced behind her for a moment, something moving on the ground caught her
eye, but it was only her shadow stretched out behind her. Gotta focus, she
cursed at herself as she approached the woods. Elizabeth didn't hesitate when
she reached the edge, she just ran straight in.
She cried out in pain for a moment, all the soft grass was gone now. Hell, she
would have taken the gravel by the trucks compared to the forest floor. It was
not kind to her bare feet. She kept running.
Bullets zipped past her and splintered wood on the trees she passed. Ducking,
she tried to run in a zigzag kind of pattern hoping the bullets wouldn't hit
her. After a while of running she found that the noise of the men chasing her
were a ways off, she was loosing them. Yes!She grinned triumphantly, "almost
out." She breathed. Her lungs were burning and her heart was pounding so hard
she didn't hear someone come up behind her and hit her in the back of the head.
She dropped to her knees, seeing stars. It was a moment before she registered
the black military boots standing in front of her. Elizabeth glared up at the
man. He had his pistol aimed at her.
"Get up." He said. The man was wearing the same green pants and jacket she was,
except he had some kind of arm band on his arm. His blonde hair was messy,
probably from chasing her and he had a big mud smear on the side of his face.
Elizabeth slowly stood up, her body jittery from running and urging her to run
again. For a moment the two glared at each other, neither of them breaking eye
contact. The yells in the distance from the other soldiers were getting more
distant. He kept the gun on her and slowly took in her petite form in the
overly large clothes she wore. She swallowed, she'd seen that look so many
times before. Lawrence often had looked at her like that when he was going to
get really violent. She couldn't stop the goosebumps that crept up her spine.
"All this fuss over a small girl who doesn't know what's good for her. Someone
should teach you a lesson in manners." He sneered at her, his face a little
distorted.
She held back in saying anything, she had an idea what was going to happen, and
talking would just make it worse. Focus, think damnit...
He started forward, but she didn't run. Elizabeth knew that he could use that
gun better than she could. The gun! How the hell did she forget she had one
too? Ugh, Alucard is right, I'm incredibly stupid...
In the moment she thought that, the man grabbed her and yanked her towards a
nearby tree. She tried to scream for help, knowing that the others were looking
for her, but before she could even utter a syllable, he shoved the gun against
her temple hard enough the bruise. She winced as he invaded her space with his
body, grinning from ear to ear. That was enough to keep her quiet.
"I'm so sick of this place. That bitch sits in that manor all day long giving
us orders. I haven't had the company of a lady such as yourself in so long..."
He leaned in and buried his face in her neck and took a deep breath, "You smell
like roses..."
Elizabeth shuddered and turned her head away from him, her body tensing. Men
were discussing pigs. They see a woman who is smaller than them and instantly
think they can do what they want. Her anger was rising and she slowly moved her
hand towards her pocket. Lawrence always commented that she smelled like roses.
She once loved the flower, but now loathed them.
He began kissing her exposed neck, his free hand slipping under the front of
her jacket and tracing long lines along her belly. The motion was too much and
she squeezed her eyes shut, the fear was almost overwhelming. Biting her lip,
she kept her hand slowly moving until she reached inside her pocket and gripped
the gun.
The man continued to trace lines along her skin, moving upward. He cupped her
breast and groaned into her neck, as he massaged it. Elizabeth's breathing was
hitched and she started to shake; too many emotions, too much fear. She felt
her finger on the trigger, but she couldn't seem to pull it.
Damnit, get this creep off of you Elizabeth, snap the fuck out of it!
She screamed in her head as she felt him remove his hand for a moment to unzip
her jacket, exposing her naked flesh before starting to kiss down her collar
bone. The barrel of his gun had shifted and wasn't against her temple anymore.
She opened her eyes and realized it was pointing away from her head now.
Elizabeth glanced down at the top of his head as he slowly began suckling on
her exposed nipple and she felt herself gag a little. She started to shake
more, the man wasn't paying attention in the slightest to her.
This...
She glared down at the man in absolute hatred.
Fucking...
Aiming the gun she pointed it the best she could.
"BASTARD!" She screamed and pulled the trigger, the gun made a loud bang and
the man dropped, groaning holding his side. Crimson blood had splattered on the
forest floor in an inky wetness.
Elizabeth's hand was shaking so violently now that she used her other hand to
try and steady the gun. She didn't bother to zip up the jacket, and aimed the
gun at him again. He looked up at her, first in shock and then anger. The gun
he had, had fallen behind her when she shot him. Keeping her eyes on him, she
moved the gun down towards one of his knees.
"Wait!" He yelled as she fired again. The blood splattered against her face and
suddenly it wasn't just a strange man that had touched her, it was Lawrence.
She felt herself grin wickedly down at him as he screamed in pain holding his
knee cap. Or at least what was left of it. The blood was gushing like a black
river and began to pool around her feet.
"I believe I have impeccable manners, you filthy, rat bastard." Her voice
sounded very distant to her ears. Like someone else was speaking, but it was
definitely her.
The man withered on the ground, holding his knee and his side. She started to
aim the gun again, Lawrence's face the only one in her mind. She knew he was
dead, but this man was just like him. Just as filthy, just as disgusting.
"Men are pigs." She stared at him as he looked up at her in horror. That look
was so damn satisfying, she wanted to see it again. Just as she was about to
fire, a loud clapping sound brought her back to her surroundings.
"What a pleasant show, don't you think Master?"
Blinking, Elizabeth looked at Alucard who was clapping his gloved hands and
grinning. He was standing just a little ways away from them. She hadn't even
heard them approach. Standing next to him, was the somewhat shorter woman who
she had seen days ago in that office.
She looked rather pissed off. Her arms were crossed as she took a hearty puff
from her cigar. Her long grey coat was tied with a sash and her cobalt eyes
were glaring not at Elizabeth, but at the man on the ground, moaning in pain.
Alucard looked like Christmas had come early.
Maybe it had...
***** Welcome To Hellsing *****
Chapter Notes
     Revised for some minor grammatical errors on 9/19/2017.
Elizabeth found herself standing in the first room she remembered since coming
here, Sir Integra's office.
Sir Integra had introduced herself after dealing with her men, in particular,
the man named John Edwards whom Elizabeth had shot twice. The other soldiers
had come at the sounds of gun shots and where quickly in perfect formation as
she spat at them. She hadn't cursed at them per se, but she had gotten her
point across just fine. John was taken away in a stretcher, dismissed from duty
and a letter of dismissal waiting for him. Apparently, there were cameras in
the woods that had caught the whole thing. Elizabeth felt sick at the thought
of anyone watching what had happened.
Alucard had been a grinning fool watching the whole thing, not once had he said
anything. The soldiers had been uneasy with him there, standing slightly behind
Integra, grinning away with sharp, pointy teeth.
The aftermath of the forest was clearly visible on Elizabeth's clothes. She
felt filthy and desperately in need of a hot shower. Blood had dried on her
face and clothes and her bare feet were cut and bloody, not just from her run
through the forest, but from John's as well. When she was escorted back to the
manor, the young man who had brought the doctor to her room earlier, was
waiting with a pair of slippers and a warm cloth for her face. He smiled kindly
as he handed them to her, she stared blankly at them. They were white and
comfortable looking. She felt kind of bad for putting them on. She hated the
color white, it showed too much.
She had wiped her face and the bottoms of her bare feet the best she could, and
put on the slippers. Alucard was still grinning like an idiot and it was
starting to unnerve her. She knew he wanted to say something, but she didn't
want to hear it. It was probably going to be about how stupid she was.
Elizabeth hadn't known him long, but she felt he was an incredibly sarcastic
man at his core.
His presence didn't bother her, which was also a little unnerving. Men in
general made her nervous, even this young man with the gentle chocolate eyes.
Alucard for whatever reason, seemed to be an exception.
The young man who gave her the slippers escorted all of them through the manor
and into Sir Integra's office. She sat down at her desk after handing the young
man her coat.
"Thank you Nathaniel."
He bowed slightly and turned, leaving Alucard, Integra and Elizabeth in the
spacious room.
And here they were.
Alucard had taken up leaning against the far wall close to the desk, while
Integra pulled out a very thick folder, flipping it open.
"Elizabeth Catherine Leonard. Age, twenty-two. Height, 5'2". You have lived in
the Lawrence James Orphanage since you were nine years old, previously living
in the Greenwich Orphanage from ages three to nine. You were transferred once
Greenwich was closed down due to poor living conditions.
Your parents, Margaret and Vincent, are both deceased from unknown causes. The
investigation was inconclusive. You have no other family that is known. You
have a criminal record consisting of assault, battery, theft, breaking and
entering and...kidnapping." Integra paused, looking up at Elizabeth, who
effectively kept her eyes looking at her slippers. They were slowly turning
red.
Elizabeth had attempted to rescue a young girl from one of the men who had
bought the poor girl from the orphanage to use as his mistress. She was only
fourteen years old. Lawrence had not been pleased when he found them and
had...punished her accordingly. She never saw the girl again.
Integra regarded the woman for a moment before closing the folder with a loud
slap. The sudden noise startled Elizabeth into looking up, meeting her cobalt
eyes with her lilac ones. She swallowed, this woman was intimidating as all
hell.
Sir Integra watched Elizabeth for a moment before continuing.
"You've been a prisoner for many years, abused beyond comprehension."
"Yes...Sir." Elizabeth said softly, it was hard calling her sir, but... It
didn't feel right calling her Integra.
"You have no home to go to." Integra stated, sounding blunt as she reached for
a cigar and lighting it. Smoke swirled around the blonde as she watched
Elizabeth.
"Yes, Sir." God, Elizabeth thought, I can't tell where this is going. If your
going to send me to prison, do it already! She had a feeling that shooting one
of Sir Integra's soldiers was going to lead to a small cell with her name on
it.
Silence filled the room as she waited for the words. She glanced at Alucard,
who had his eyes closed, head leaned back against the wall. He looked like he
was sleeping. Elizabeth wasn't sure what the relationship was between this
vampire and this woman, but it was strange. He didn't seem very much like a
vampire.
As if he heard her thought, Alucard opened his eyes and grinned devilishly at
her. All those pointy teeth shinning in the soft light of the room. Elizabeth
swallowed hard and looked back at Integra.
"My question is simple."
"Sir?" She tilted her head a little, the motion seemed to make Integra still
for a moment before a smirk came across her face.
"Would you like to stay here?"
Well THAT certainly wasn't where I thought this was going.She stared blankly at
her.
"Sir?" She said again, bewildered.
"Don't misunderstand me. You will be working for me. I will employ you, train
you, house and cloth you. I will make sure you have every tool at your disposal
to do your job effectively and efficiently. If you do not make the grade you
will be out of here and on your ass before you have time to comprehend the
meaning of your time here. Understood?"
Elizabeth frowned at this sudden proposal. "What exactly will I be doing, Sir?"
Integra narrowed her eyes and smirked wider, "Your job duties will vary, but in
essence you'll be exterminating some of the foulest creatures known to man and
God. The vampire freaks, ghouls, werewolves and a mass of unholy creatures this
organization has defended against for generations."
Elizabeth raised her eyebrows in surprise and looked at Alucard, who was
presently fiddling with his large hand gun, when the hell did he pull that out?
And from where? She looked back at Integra.
"Well?"
"I...I don't want to...to be hurt anymore."
Integra raised her eye brow, her face slipping into a neutral look. Good going
Elizabeth, now you sound like an idiot.
"What I mean to say," she hastily continued, "is I don't want to to a victim
anymore." There, more to the point. "I don't want to be...a victim." Elizabeth
was staring at her hands, clenching them tightly. Her knuckles were white as
she felt the stir of anger. Shooting John gave her a sense of control, she
wanted more of that. She wanted control over her life. Over herself.
Integra took a long puff off her cigar, leaning back in her chair.
"Welcome to Hellsing."
***** Unafraid *****
Chapter Notes
     I'm sorry if this feels a little out of character for Alucard. I
     wanted to show that while he is a monster, he was once human and is a
     man. I imagine monsters get confused too.
     Revised for some minor grammatical errors on 9/20/2017.
After the meeting with Sir Integra, Elizabeth was escorted to the infirmary to
address her injuries. She insisted that she was fine, after all she had
suffered worse, but after the look Sir Integra gave her she didn't say another
word.
The walk had seemed ungodly long, mostly because every turn that Nathaniel made
seemed to bring them to the same hallway they were just in, everything looked
the same. Homestly, she couldn't even feel her feet anymore, and what was one
more scar among the rest? The slippers were completely ruined now, red and
slightly stiff from the blood. However, they still made a slight squishing
sound when she walked.
She kept her distance from Nathaniel as they walked. She was a good few feet
behind him, a fact that Alucard had found most amusing. She didn't even
understand why he was following them in the first place. He wouldn't stop
grinning the entire time they were walking, and it was getting on her nerves.
"What?!" Suddenly stopping, she turned to glare up at him. He was extremely
tall, way taller than Lawrence had been and taller than Nathaniel still. Her
hands started to shake slightly and Elizabeth clenched her fists to stop it.
She was not afraid of Alucard, which bugged her and made her fear come on
anyway. How can I be afraid of someone I'm not afraid of, that I should be
afraid of?! The question was ludicrous, but it didn't change the fact that it
was true.
Alucard stepped closer to her, looking down with his blood red eyes. She
stiffened, but she didn't move back. She caught the smell of blood, death and
the hint of cinnamon. Narrowing her eyes she glared harder, ignoring the tremor
that was working its way up her arms.
Nathaniel stopped and watched the two with concern as Elizabeth's glare was met
with Alucard's bemused grin, which was becoming more and more deadlier by the
second.
"You are incredibly stupid for a human."
The words burned like a fire and Elizabeth gritted her teeth.
"And you are an incredible pompous ass for a vampire."
Alucard laughed, he...laughed?! Damn him! Yes her come back hadn't been that
great, but at least she knew he was going to call her stupid. She'd been
waiting for it all night. The look every time his eyes were in her direction
said it clearly. Hearing it, just made it worse. She stepped closer to him,
trying her best at intimidation, but clearly it wasn't working. Evident in the
way he laughed harder.
"If I may, we are close to the infirmary." Nathaniel stepped closer to them as
he spoke and the motion made Elizabeth step back quickly, away from Nathaniel
and closer to Alucard; bumping into him.
Elizabeth stared wide eyed at Nathaniel, looking at him like he was going to
attack her at any moment. He blinked for a moment and stepped back looking at
Alucard then back to Elizabeth. Alucard had stopped laughing and was looking
down at Elizabeth curiously. He had unconsciously placed his hands on her
shoulders to stead her. She didn't shy away from his touch and he felt her lean
against him slightly. She really was surprising.
Swallowing, Elizabeth closed her eyes briefly to take a few deep breaths,
Alucard's scent wrapping around her. It was calming, and she didn't know why.
She was thankful that neither of them spoke as she managed to compose herself
and calm her racing heart. After a moment, she slowly stepped away from Alucard
and nodded to Nathaniel.
"Okay, let's go." Elizabeth kept her face blank as much as possible. What she
really wanted to do was have a complete break down in Alucard's arms. He was a
vampire, a man and an irritating ass. But he didn't scare her like Nathaniel
did, and he had only taken a step towards her. Something is wrong with me. She
dared not to glance at Alucard; seriously, seriously wrong with me.
Nathaniel nodded and turned leading the way again. Nathaniel didn't say a word
about what had just happened and she was eternally grateful. Elizabeth made a
conscious effort to appear like everything was fine. Alucard however, was
eyeing her hands at her sides, white knuckled and shaking.
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"I'm not putting that on." Elizabeth said softly, her face showed nothing but
horror at the hospital gown that had been set down on a bed before her. No way
in hell am I putting that on.
"Come now, you need to be examined. You've been asleep for three days and have
suffered...well, suffered." The doctor cleared his throat as he stumbled over
his words. He was a kind looking man, his pop belly hanging over his belt
buckle. His grey hair was cut short and his glasses made his grey eyes look
bigger than they actually were.
She didn't trust him though, nor Nathaniel who by the way, had also insisted it
was for her own good. They had both kept a good distance from her. They were on
one side of the room and Alucard was with her on the other side, the bed
between them. And it wasn't all about trust either, the other huge part is that
they would see her. Or more to the point see her scars. The thought was enough
to make her cringe.
Silence filled the room, turning into a stand off. Ugh, why can't he just look
at my feet and be done with it? Elizabeth still refused to look at Alucard,
though she wanted to. She wanted to tell him to make them back off, but pride
and shame were keeping her tongue tied. She also didn't think that he would
help her anyway.
Finally, Nathaniel spoke up, "Perhaps, you can just take a look at her feet?
Miss Elizabeth has been through a lot today."
The doctor turned towards him and frowned, "But her condition—"
Alucard cut him off stepping forward, "If she doesn't want to be treated, she
can just sit and rot like she wants to. Her feet can get infected and fall off.
Then she can be stupid, homeless and a cripple." He looked at her when he said
that last part, red eyes mocking and face grinning.
"Fuck you Alucard." Her anger was so quick she surprised herself, almost
putting her hand up to her mouth but stopping. Elizabeth glared at him instead.
"Is that an invitation?" He sneered down at her. Nathaniel and the doctor
looked on, shocked and a little bewildered.
SMACK!
Elizabeth slapped Alucard across the face as hard as she could, the pain in her
hand was almost instant and she winced. Holding her hand in her other, she
stared at it. The top part of her hand had started to bruise almost instantly;
she wouldn't be surprised if she broke her hand.
Nathaniel cleared his throat a little, "Perhaps we'll give you a moment." He
ushered the doctor out of the room, who was looking like Elizabeth had grown a
second head. She couldn't have agreed more with him, she'd never acted out this
much before. Was it because she felt free? Was it because Lawrence was dead?
And why only with Alucard? Ugh, I think I'm broken...no, I know I'm broken.
===============================================================================
Alucard watched Elizabeth as tears welled up in her eyes, but they didn't fall.
With a resigned look, she stepped forward and grabbed the gown. Unzipping the
jacket she shrugged out of it, letting it fall to the floor carelessly. Her
long black hair was still in the intricate braid she had put it in earlier.
Though it was a bit loose now and tendrils of it had fallen out, it did nothing
to hide the massive scarring on her back. There was no pattern to it, and every
mark was made to cause pain.
He ran his eyes over her narrow shoulders, down her slender back to the top of
her pants. She was far too skinny and needed to be fed up some. The scars
covered almost every inch of her. They were matched by scars on her arms and he
knew she had more on her abdomen and chest. All that pale beautiful skin,
covered with memories of pain and suffering.
Elizabeth pulled on the hospital gown and struggled a little to tie it. Her
motions were somewhat jerky, but she managed. Once it was tied, she slipped off
her pants, revealing her legs and more scars. There was a old burn scar on her
ankle and he stepped closer to get a better look. It looked like letters...
She'd been branded.
Alucard felt himself sneer, probably that filthy freaks initials. An old
practice used to mark property. He felt the stirrings of anger from deep
within. If Lawrence hadn't taken his last breath he would have squeezed it out
of him with his hands. Before, when he had licked her wounds to heal them he
hadn't cared enough to look so closely at her. But she was becoming a
fascination to him and he found himself moving closer to her until he was right
behind her.
She hadn't moved and her posture was a little tense, but that didn't stop him
from leaning down and wrapping his arms around her. He held her close to his
chest and for a moment he didn't know what he was doing. He was not one to be
moved by the horrors of humans, how they treated others or themselves. But
looking at her, at all of her scars was like looking in a mirror.
He felt her relax into him, taking a shuddering breath. He'd held her three
times now. And it was becoming familiar. It felt like she fit there, like it
was right.
"Alucard?" She said hesitantly.
Why was that? Why did it feel right?
He didn't answer her, but instead let her go and stepped away. She turned then
and looked at him, confused. He watched her, there was no fear there. How
interesting...
"Why are you not afraid of me?"
Elizabeth blinked at him, tilting her head. It was a familiar gesture, one his
police girl did often when she was really thinking. He felt himself still,
there were a lot of similarities between the two of them.
"You feel like home."
"What?" He stared at her.
"You smell like blood, death and cinnamon. It makes me feel like I'm home. I
don't know why, but I think that's why I'm not afraid of you. I know I should
be, I know what you are. But...I'm just not."
Surprised, yet again.
***** Idiots & Coffins *****
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Sir Integra sat at her desk reviewing documents from the last quarter. The
night had been long enough without the paperwork, now it felt like an eternity.
Lighting a cigar she leaned back in her chair. Silence was golden, it's what
she liked best. Though she couldn't stop herself from thinking that it was the
calm before the storm.
The rebuilding of Hellsing had taken years, and she had to completely replace
almost every single one of her people. Betrayal had run deep and it still
pained her. The loss of her men had been rough, but Walter...
She growled and snuffed the cigar out with force, attempting to snuff out the
memories. Just as she was contemplating retiring for the evening the door to
her office swung forward with force as Doctor Hein came in. Nathaniel was hot
on his heels, an apologetic look on his face.
"You've got to do something about that creature, I can't do my job if he is
going to undermine me like that!"
The man was sweating, red faced and clearly angry. Integra regarded him a
moment before she spoke.
"And what exactly has he done?"
"He directly interfered with my examination of Miss Elizabeth and threatened
me!" Doctor Hein threw his hands up in frustration, making his belly jiggle.
Integra sighed and looked at Nathaniel for him to elaborate.
Nathaniel stepped forward to stand next to Doctor Hein, "Sir Integra, Alucard
took it upon himself to...lick Miss Elizabeth's wounds close."
"He did what?" Integra said incredulously, it was a little known fact that the
saliva from a true vampire could heal. Alucard had told her how he had saved
Elizabeth the night he brought her to the manor and she thought that perhaps he
was just being a bit nostalgic. However, for him to do it twice, was
practically unheard of. Alucard didn't just go around healing humans. What the
hell was he doing?
Nathaniel nodded, and glanced at Doctor Hein. The man was still red with anger,
but had shoved his hands in his pockets in an attempt to control himself.
"He also stated that if another...man touched her, that he would take it upon
himself to castrate him and make him eat the offending appendage." Nathaniel
looked slightly amused as he spoke, "He then carried Miss Elizabeth
downstairs..." He gave Integra a meaningful look.
She could practically feel the migraine starting as she rubbed the bridge of
her nose.
"Doctor Hein, you've read her file correct? You know of the abuse that she
suffered at the hands of that disgusting excuse for a man, before he was even a
vampire. She's been physically abused as well as mentally, it's surprising she
can even be in the same room with any man. She's also suffered an attack from
one of my own men tonight. So you wanting to examine her should have been the
last thing you tired to do; as I'm assuming you wanted to look at her over all
and not just her feet. Rape victims are different and should be handled with
care, surely you know that?"
The doctor paled as Sir Integra spoke, his eyes growing wide for a moment
before sighing. His posture was enough of a tell that he hadn't thought of
that.
Integra stood, placing her hands on her desk, "As a physician you should have
known better, and as for Alucard..." She straightened a smirk tugging on her
mouth, "I fully agree with him."
Both men looked at her, Nathaniel a little reserved and Doctor Hein like he'd
eaten something sour.
"It's getting late, you are dismissed." She started walking towards the door
and Nathaniel quickly stood before it, opening it for her. The rest of the
paperwork could wait till tomorrow. Doctor Hein followed them out and sulked
away back to his room.
"Sir Integra, about Miss Elizabeth..." Nathaniel began as they walked in the
opposite direction towards the bedrooms. "Are you going to leave her in his
care tonight? I fear that it maybe too frightening down there in the lower
level. Especially with Alucard."
Integra stopped and looked at him as she reached her door, "On the contrary,
sometimes one needs a monster born of darkness in order to battle the demons we
hold on to. I can think of no place better. And experience has taught me that
if Alucard takes interest in someone, it will be a cold day in hell before he
lets them go."
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"A coffin? You really sleep in a coffin?" Elizabeth eyed the large steel grey
box curiously. "I thought that was just a myth."
"Not everything you read in books is accurate."
Elizabeth really had no idea what she was doing in this dark, stone walled
room. Alucard was acting, weird. She didn't really have a better name for it,
just weird. He'd hugged her and honestly, it was shocking and good at the same
time. Neither one of them had addressed it.
While they had talked in the infirmary he had picked her up and placed her on
the bed, carefully removing her blood soaked slippers. She had protested, but
he held her ankle firmly and began licking the bottoms of her feet. It tickled
like mad, but only lasted a few moments. Nathaniel and the doctor had come back
in while she had been laughing. They were completely shocked at the position
the two of them were in.
She'd been startled by their sudden appearance and tried to cover her legs with
her hospital gown, the panic coming on in full force. In that moment Alucard
had wrapped her up in his red duster and picked her up, holding her like he had
when she first arrived. She was thankful at how big his duster was, it covered
her completely and enveloped her with his scent. So calming...
He'd said something to them in passing, but she hadn't caught it. She was
distracted by her sudden panic and Alucard's arms. She was struck once again by
how strong they were. She snuggled against him, her brain running a mile a
minute as she did. The next thing she knew, he had carried her into a dungeon
like room with a coffin.
Soft light casted long shadows on the walls from a nearby lamp as he had set
her down on her feet, his red duster still around her shoulders. She noticed a
table with a single chair and a bucket with just ice in it...odd.
She gripped the duster with her hands and realized that the hand she had
slapped Alucard with didn't hurt anymore. Looking at it, she couldn't see the
bruise that had formed anymore. She moved her hand, making a fist and then
wiggling her fingers. Okay, now I'm curious...
"Before you ask, vampire saliva has healing properties, but only for true
nosferatu. Vampire freaks cannot heal." Alucard sat in the chair and crossed
his legs as he watched her.
Well that explains a lot, but still not what I'm doing in this room.
Elizabeth fidgeted with the lapel of his duster, "Why did you bring me here?"
Alucard regarded her for a moment, "you said before that you didn't want to be
a victim anymore."
"Yes..." She swallowed.
Suddenly he was standing in front of her and she hadn't seen him move. Startled
she backed up looking up at him with wide lilac eyes. A wicked grin enveloped
his face as he saw a spark of her fear. He stepped forward, slow and
deliberately. She kept backing up and he followed.
"Alucard...?" She was starting to panic, her heart was pounding so hard it was
starting to hurt.
"I think you are afraid of me," he leaned down towards her face once her back
hit the wall. His eyes were deadly as he slapped his hand next to her head with
enough force to make dirt fall from the ceiling. Elizabeth stared at him, her
whole body shaking as she tried desperately to control her breathing.
"And I think you will always be a victim, despite how much you don't want to
be. It's too ingrained in your mind and you're going to continue to suffer
because of it."
Those words were like a slap in the face, and Elizabeth felt her body tense
from the pain of them. Gripping his duster closer around her, she stared at his
glowing red eyes. She wasn't sure how long they stared at each other but it
felt like time stopped.
Alucard leaned in towards her ear and whispered, the low base of his voice
seeming to echo inside of her.
"Elizabeth, I'm going to give you control over your fear. I won't lie, you're
going to hate me after this, if you didn't before." His voice sounded seductive
and it made her look at him. He watched her out of the corner of his eye in
turn. While is voice sounded seductive, his eyes weren't. They were serious and
held some emotion she couldn't place.
A moment later, Elizabeth started screaming.
Chapter End Notes
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***** Control *****
Chapter Notes
     Revised for spelling errors on 9/20/2017.
The darkness was complete and absolute. There had only ever been darkness, the
sun was a bedtime story told to children. How Elizabeth had ever believed in
the sun and its warmth, she didn't know. The darkness was cold, terrifying;
holding nothing dear to it and smothering everything.
She couldn't breathe in the blackness that surrounded her. She tried to scream,
to claw her way out, but it was useless.
I'm dying...
It was a fleeting thought, one that brought her fear to the surface in full
blown panic. The horror of everything that had happened to her, she relived
again. Every cut, every bruise...every last sexual assault on her body since
she was nine. All that pain seared into her flesh for the rest of her life.
Lawrence beating her almost to death the first time she had ran away.
The brand he burned into or ankle as he laughed, telling her she was his
personal property.
Every time he made her perform some sexual act that left her feeling dirty,
disgusting and...broken.
He'd cut her skin all over her body, "Don't worry my sweet Elizabeth, you'll
never have to worry about anyone touching you again. I'll be the only one who
will want you."
He'd raped the girl who she had attempted to save right in front her, she could
nothing as she was bound and gagged. She had watched in horror, screamed as
loudly as she could until she couldn't breathe. And when he was done the man
he'd sold the girl to took her away. The look in the girl's eyes was more than
she could bare. She hadn't kidnapped her, she'd killed her. Elizabeth barely
felt the pain from the beating she received, to her it wasn't enough for what
she had done to the girl.
So many, many, many scars...body and soul.
Elizabeth felt the icy tears stain her cheeks as all of that pain was relived.
She screamed in anger as hard as she could and the darkness swallowed it, ate
it up and grew. It had a weight to it, a presence. And when she finally stopped
trying to claw her way out of the obsidian night, red eyes stared at her. Many,
many red eyes opened and watched. Those eyes saw everything, she could feel it.
It regarded her pain, her fear, her suffering with indifference. But her
hatred, it fed on. It fed on the hatred and the eyes glowed.
Those eyes...
She hated those eyes, she wanted to claw them and scratch them out.
Don't look at me! Stop looking at me!
They'd seen how broken she was, seen the shell of what she thought she was.
Seen that she couldn't remember who she was anymore. Seen that she was empty.
Broken... Discarded... Unwanted... Prisoner...
The eyes blinked once before coming closer. She felt all the horror those eyes
had seen. The dark, oppressiveness of their knowledge they had learned and it
was all learned with pain. From that pain, hatred was born and hatred fueled
it's revenge. Fear would kill you and kill those you cared about. Fear could be
used against you...
But hatred, rage, anger... These were weapons, tools even, that was the
unwavering and ultimate truth. It made others fear you and that was power.
Elizabeth stared at the eyes as they bore their truth into her. Her fear washed
away, the pain was erased and the panic that she had been dying drifted off
into nothingness.
Hatred was power.
Power was control.
Elizabeth closed her eyes, the scars that she tried to hide would be for all to
see. She would never be afraid again. She would hold onto the memories, never
forgetting their significance.
Never...
Ever...
Again...
***** Pillow Talk *****
Chapter Notes
     Revised for grammatical errors on 9/20/2017.
Feather light touches traced along the scars of her back. They were gentle,
almost tender. They traced the long jagged lines and the shorter thin ones. She
kept her eyes closed and look a deep breath. The smell of blood and cinnamon
surrounded her like a warm blanket and she felt peaceful. For the first time,
she didn't wake up afraid, panicked and scared. It was...
She didn't even know the word.
Elizabeth slowly opened her eyes and found herself looking at the inside of a
coffin. Looking up, the lid wasn't closed, but the lining on the inside was a
deep red and the bed inside was soft and comfortable.
Who knew coffins were so nice?
The soft touches along her back brought her back out of her thoughts and she
caught movement out of the corner of her eye. Turning she looked behind her to
see Alucard.
He gently touched her back with gloved finger tips and was completely engrossed
in her scars. His eyes were unfocused, black hair framing his pale face, which
was completely blank. She watched him, realizing that he hadn't noticed her
move. It seemed that though he was awake, he was somewhere else.
Elizabeth continued to watch him a few moments more. His features were so
striking, so strong but they only added to his handsomeness, not taking
anything away from him. Her eyes drifted down and she noticed that his tie was
gone and the top two buttons of his shirt were undone. She felt a wave of
emotion, but couldn't place it. It wasn't fear, she knew that much. But it was
close to that, a fluttering kind of feeling.
Just as she was trying to figure out this emotion, Alucard spoke startling her
into looking back up at him.
"See something interesting?" He was back from where ever his thoughts had
drifted, completely focused on her now, not just the scars.
"N-no." She sounded weird, ugh what is wrong with me? Slowly she became aware
of the fact that they were pressed up against each other in what she assumed
was Alucard's coffin. Alucard had moved his hand from tracing her back to slip
around her waist. She blinked at him as her face started to flush, what the
hell...?!
Alucard smirked and the over all look was very male, almost predatory. It was
very...him. Elizabeth felt her heart start to pound, but it wasn't from panic
or fear. She didn't know what it was. It was new and a bit riveting. As her
heart sped up, she felt him pull her closer so she was pressed up against him
more. His long legs slipped around hers and while she normally would panic at
the sensation of feeling restrained, this didn't feel like that. It felt more
like a movement of comfort. Cuddling maybe?
"Well, it seems you have control over yourself now." He grinned then, showing
only a hint of teeth.
"Did you... Did you do that to me? Take me to that dark place? With the eyes?"
She stared at him, her heart beat starting to slow, of which she was thankful.
Alucard stared back, his grin had disappeared and his face was serious.
"Yes. I did."
"Why?"
"Because you are incredibly stupid."
She frowned at him, "You said that before. But that doesn't explain why you
took me there or why you did what you did. I'm not even sure what you did. Or
where it is you took me."
Alucard was silent and she thought he wouldn't answer her. She sighed and
closed her eyes turning her head back, facing away from him.
"I can't explain it, and if I did you wouldn't understand. You are human." His
voice was soft as he spoke, his hand around her waist loosened and began
running up and down her side over her hospital gown. Just like before, his
touch was light. Soothing.
Against her will, she felt herself close her eyes at his touch. Her heart had
started to pick up again. Sweet and fluttering. What is this feeling?
Alucard's hand stilled for a moment before he went back to his motions. Finger
tips slowly becoming his enter hand as he started to massage her side, down to
her hip. He silently cursed his gloved hands, he wanted to touch her more. He
kept his motions even. Though, if he was honest with himself, pressing her
harder up against him probably wasn't the smartest thing. He tried to focus.
"You are surprising. In so many ways, and I find myself fascinated by you. You
remind me of what I once was and who I lost." His words sounded distant.
"Who you lost?" Elizabeth didn't look at him, but she was surprised. He was
always a sarcastic, sadistic ass. But he was being honest and she was waiting
for him to shut down once he realized what he was doing. Hell, I don't even
know what I'm doing.
Alucard's hand stopped moving, and for a moment she didn't breathe. Elizabeth
felt suddenly that she shouldn't have asked.
"Alucard?"
Slowly Elizabeth noticed there was a red light inside the coffin, looking down
at his hand she realized that the red light was coming from his gloves. The
redness of the seal glowed brighter. Alucard stiffened and snatched his hand
away like he'd been burned.
"Alucard?!" She sat up and looked at him, he was holding his hands in a tight
fist and sweat appeared on his forehead.
"What's going on? Are you alright?!" Blood started seeping through the white
gloves, soaking into them and dripping on his shirt. His jaw had opened way
past what it should, revealing long fangs. Elizabeth cupped his face in her
hands, he wasn't breathing or moving.
"Alucard?! What's happening?!"
BAM!
Elizabeth jumped as she turned toward the door where the sound had come from.
Sir Integra stood in the doorway with Nathaniel behind her. Nathaniel didn't
look directly at her, a sad look on his face. Sir Integra on the other hand,
glared at her with the force of a thousand suns. She felt herself pale and
slowly removed her hands from Alucard. It felt dangerous to take her eyes off
Sir Integra.
"I would appreciate it," Sir Integra spat in a cold voice, "if you would remove
yourself from this room Elizabeth. You are not to come down here again.
Nathaniel will show you to your room."
At her words, Nathaniel stepped forward, still not looking at her or anyone in
the room. Elizabeth felt her stomach drop, something bad was going to happen.
She wasn't afraid though, which was...curious. Her emotions were a mess and she
couldn't seem to work through them as she stood up, wrapping the hospital gown
around herself and tying it. She didn't bother to attempt to hide her scars,
she didn't feel the need to now.
She hesitated. That's right. There's no need to hide anymore.
Sir Integra eyed Elizabeth with a stern look that could have melted iron as she
walked over and stood in front of Nathaniel, just an arms length away. He
looked at her then, shocked. He glanced at Sir Integra who raised her brow at
him before he managed to regain his composure.
"This way Miss Elizabeth." He cleared his throat and stepped aside for her,
hand extended towards the door.
She took one last look towards the coffin where Alucard laid, still unmoving as
the seals on his gloves burned with their bright red light.
"You are to stay in your room for the time being." Sir Integra looked away from
Elizabeth and after a moment, Elizabeth stepped out of the room with Nathaniel
closing the door behind them.
***** Punishment *****
Chapter Notes
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     Revised for some minor grammatical errors on 9/20/2017.
Integra listened for a moment as the echo of foot steps slowly disappeared.
Once she knew they were gone, she walked over to the coffin and looked down.
The seals burned brightly with power as Alucard was completely held immobile.
Even though he was held there, his eyes were glowing with hatred.
Integra sighed and walked away grabbing the only chair and sitting down. She
pulled out a cigar from the small case she had tucked in her inside pocket.
After lighting it, she crossed her legs and blew the smoke out slowly.
"Protocol 3, code: Red."
Integra waited as the seals on Alucard’s gloves flickered a few times before
beginning to dim. It only took a few moments for him to start to move. He
jerked sitting up, long limbs propping him into a crouch inside the coffin.
Alucard’s mouth was fully extended, baring fangs wicked like a snake. His arms
shook from gripping the sides of the coffin as angry red eyes watched Integra
with hunger and violence. It was a look she knew all too well.
“Alucard, the more you fight the harder this is going to be.” She took another
puff on her cigar as she watched. He slowly, almost painfully jerked forward.
His blood soaked gloves hit the ground with a loud splat.
As he approached her on all fours, Alucard’s hair as become longer and shifted
from black to white. His arms and legs became longer. The clothes he wore fell
off him in strips as a black heavy duty leather straight jacket with matching
pants were made visible. Hundreds of leather straps with buckles dragged in
long lines behind him leaving traces in the dust. Bloody hand prints covered
the ground as he came forward.
Alucard stopped just before he reached Integra’s legs that were crossed at the
knee. His limbs had grown so long he was still on all fours, able to meet her
at eye level. There was no sound that escaped him and not one breath had been
taken. His eyes had sunken in slightly, glowing harshly with inner light that
mimicked the seals on his gloves. Slowly he closed his mouth and opened it
again, a chomping motion that let his teeth graze against his skin. A promise
of violence at being controlled to such an extent.
Integra registered the hatred in his eyes as well as the pain hinted there. She
didn’t want to do this, but it had to be done. It was the only way to get
through to Alucard; to make sure the same mistakes were not repeated and that
he understood. She would have to be as clear as possible. She didn’t want to
see another girl become what Seras had, or another friend betray them like
Walter had. The horrible pain at losing them both had cut too deep for it to
ever heal. She simply could not tolerate history repeating itself again. The
only thing, the only sure thing—was Alucard. She wanted him to understand that
she trusted him completely with herself: mind, body and soul. But she couldn’t
trust him to do the right thing when it came to others. He was selfish at his
core and if he wanted something bad enough, he’d damn the consequences and
destroy everything.  
She took a deep puff of her cigar and let it out with a sigh, it circled in the
space between them.
“Alucard, what are you doing? You bring home a girl from an orphanage who has
been so severely abused that I can’t even imagine how she is still living, let
alone able to function at all mentally. She’s gentle and yet when pushed, she’s
violent. I can’t ignore how similar to Seras she is. You’re playing a dangerous
game and it’s going to end up the same way it did last time.”
While Integra spoke, the buckles hanging from Alucard’s jacket and pants slowly
came forward and started wrapping around the legs of the chair and her legs.
She ignored the buckles and continued to look into Alucard’s eyes. Some of the
fire had died out of them, but not enough. She took another puff of her cigar
before snuffing it out on the arm rest.
“I don’t think you realize what you are doing, but that doesn’t change the fact
that you are doing it. I can tell you’ve already shown her a small piece of
your soul. And while I’m surprised that she didn’t go insane and try to kill
you when you were done, you need to stop and think. You’ve been acting strange
and I can tell that she doesn’t understand what any of it means. However, I
know you do.
Alucard, you cannot turn this woman, you know that don’t you?”
The light in the room dimmed slightly as Alucard’s limbs started to shake. He
leaned closer towards Integra’s face, jaws slowly chomping as his eyes burned
with rage. The leather straps continued to snake their way up her body and
around the chair, but they were unable to squeeze any harder than a gentle
handshake. Alucard’s white hair started to float around him, it was well past
his waist now as it came forward stopping just in front of Integra’s face.
“You’re going to be punished Alucard. You’ve left me no choice in the matter
and I want you to reflect on the why of it. You’re treading dangerous ground
trying to attach yourself to her. It is only going to cause more suffering, for
everyone. You cannot be selfish and you cannot disobey your orders. I ordered
you not to make another fledging, and attempting to even try—especially with
Elizabeth, is still going against my order. You know there is only one out come
from that. A bullet to the brain.”
She let those words seep into Alucard, they had started out reasonable but the
longer she talked the more pissed off she was getting. Integra took a moment to
calm herself as the straps and buckles stayed wrapped around her. Long tendrils
of his hair came forward and slid around her neck slowly. She knew if she had
lowered the code level below Red, she would have been dead by now. Hell, he
might have let her finish, but she doubted it.
“Alucard, you are to be incarcerated for the next six months with no blood. You
will not to have any contact with Elizabeth Catherine Leonard until I deem it
is reasonable to do so. That contact will be determined at a later date. You
will reflect on your actions, Alucard. If you attempt to make her into your
fledging I will send her far away in order to protect her. That girl has
suffered enough in this life, she does not need to die now because of your
selfishness.”
The buckles, straps and hair all stopped moving. Integra was almost completely
covered in the leather straps from ankle to shoulder, her neck wrapped with
long white hair as soft as silk. Alucard stared at Integra, almost blankly. She
closed her eyes for a brief moment before looking back into his glowing, sunken
orbs.
“Protocol 1, Code: Black” She whispered softly.
Suddenly the buckles, straps and hair unwound from Integra’s body and withdrew.
Alucard’s face was barely human looking now as he stood up straight. His long
arms and legs made him too tall and his head bent forward hovering over
Integra.
As the buckles and straps wrapped around him, his height descended bringing him
back to his normal height. The straps pulled his arms behind his back in an
almost cruel way. Buckling themselves tightly. They crisscrossed and wound
their way down his legs and when they reached the floor he was drawn backwards
into his coffin by and unknown force.  
Integra stood and walked over to the coffin placing her hand on its open lid.
Looking down, she took in Alucard’s unhinged eyes, all the while his jaw slowly
opening and closing. There would be Hell to pay for this level of control,
Integra knew that. But she hoped in even a small way that Alucard could see
what he was doing. Without a word, she slammed the coffin lid down with a
deafening bang.  
Silence descended the room and it reminded Integra of her first time down here
in this lower level as she began walking towards the door. All those years ago,
times had not changed...just a girl and her monster.
Pulling the door open, she took one last look Alucard’s closed coffin before
shutting the door behind her with a soft click.
***** A Question *****
Chapter Notes
     Wow, sorry this took longer than I expected. Life gets busy! Enjoy!
     Revised for grammatical errors on 9/21/2017.
Nathaniel took Elizabeth back to the room she woke up in. She was surprised to
find that the sun was out, an old antique clock read that it was ten in the
morning.
He motioned to a pile of clothes on her bed as he spoke, "I've taken the
liberty of bringing a few different styles of clothing for you to choose from.
Later we can discuss what you like and what you don't, but I figured this way
you could get out of the hospital gown and into something more comfortable."
Nathaniel was completely focused on looking her in the eyes and not down at her
legs or arms.
She smiled, "Thank you, I appreciate it."
Nathaniel nodded and motioned to a door to the far left. "The bathroom is
behind there. Sir Integra will be in later to speak with you."
Elizabeth nodded and made she made her way to the pile of clothes to look
through them. As she was looking Nathaniel cleared his throat, "May I ask you a
question, Miss Elizabeth?"
She looked at him, "Yes?"
"You seem different. Before you seemed afraid and very conscious of yourself.
It seemed you had a rather serious psychosis, if you'll pardon me saying so."
Elizabeth thought for a moment, trying put it into words.
"I was afraid. Of you, of other men, of what had happened. Years of abuse told
me to run, to try no matter what to get away. Especially once Sir Integra made
it clear she didn't want me here that first night. But, all that fear, the
panic, the abuse; wanting no one to see how destroyed I was. How hollow I've
become. It doesn't matter anymore. There are things that are more evil and
vicious than what I've been through."
"Did he hurt you?" Nathaniel's voice sounded a little awkward, almost strained.
Blinking and shook her head, "No, not at all. He helped me. Saved me. I don't
hate him, though he said I would. It's actually a relief to hold a conversation
and not be controlled by my fear."
"You don't hate him? I'm sure that whatever he did to you was pretty drastic
considering how you are now. I don't know if you are aware, but you've been
down there for days. Sir Integra had to activate the control seals in order to
find out where you were."
Elizabeth stared at Nathaniel hard.
Days?
"I've been down there for days? How many days?"
"Almost a week."
"A week..." Elizabeth felt her head get a little dizzy as she gripped the bed
post for support.
Oh my god, I've lost over a week with being out for three days before.
Swallowing, she took a deep breath, trying to regain her composer from the
initial shock.
"No wonder why Sir Integra was pissed off."
Nathaniel smiled meekly, "Yes. Well, I thought you knew how long you had been
down there. But, it seems you didn't. I'm truly sorry for the shock of it."
Elizabeth nodded and smiled back at Nathaniel, "Well, thank you for telling
me."
Nathaniel nodded and turned to leave, just before he reached the door he turned
back to look at Elizabeth with gentle eyes. "I'm glad you are alright, Miss
Elizabeth."
Then he was gone, the door shutting softly behind him and Elizabeth wondering
about the look in his eyes.
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The water was hot and seemed to wash away the grit from her previous
excursions, physical and mental. Her thoughts drifted over the conversation she
had with Alucard and the truth the darkness had showed her. It was all
very...surreal the more she thought about it. And the time lapse was enough to
make her head spin. It only felt like she was in the darkness for a short time.
Not days, as Nathaniel had said.
After she dried herself and brushed her hair out, she looked through the
clothes finding a simple black t-shirt and a pair of kaki shorts. She was never
allowed to wear anything but dresses with Lawrence. And her previous adversity
to people seeing her scars had never made her feel the need to try and fight
it. It was easier to hide her body with long sleeved dresses.
As Elizabeth changed she realized that where the painful emotions had been
associated with her scars before, was simply a hole. It was a relief, like a
giant weight had been lifted. She felt light and for the first time, like an
actual human.
All of those years of abuse and terror, who would have thought a vampire would
make all that go away.
Elizabeth bit her lip as she sat on the end of the bed and braided her hair in
a long French braid down her back. Her thoughts drifted over their conversation
in his coffin. The way he touched her, the way he felt like home. The way she
thought home should feel anyway. Now that she wasn't in his presence she
felt...lonely. More lonely than when she was being a used by Lawrence.
Being away from him made her heart ache and she gently gripped her shirt over
her heart. All these strange emotions she hadn't felt before we're getting all
mixed together and she didn't understand them. The thought of Alucard touching
her, holding her, even looking at her made her feel—
There was a knock at her door and a moment later it swung inward, Sir Integra
walked in and without looking at him, spoke to Nathaniel who was behind her.
"That will be all for now Nathaniel, you are dismissed."
He bowed slightly and closed the door behind her, but not before glancing at
Elizabeth.
Standing up from the bed she stood before Sir Integra. Sir Integra's eyes took
her in, in one brief moment and then walked over to a nearby table with two
chairs in the corner of the room. After she settled she motioned for Elizabeth
to take a seat.
Elizabeth sat down across from Sir Integra with her hands in her lap as she
waited for her to speak. She didn't have to wait long.
"I would like you to tell me about what happened after you left my office. Do
not leave anything out and do not lie." Sir Integra's voice was sharp as she
spoke.
"Alright..."
Elizabeth explained everything in as much detail as she could. From Alucard
hugging her in the infirmary, healing her wounds, and the dark place she had
been taken. She explained in lesser detail about the truth she had learned,
feeling that perhaps it wasn't a good idea to talk too much about the place.
She wasn't even sure where the hell he had taken her in the first place. She
also explained how she felt afterwards, and her waking up in Alucard's coffin.
As she got to the last part, she felt her face flush a little as she remembered
his hands tracing along her back. Following all those scars to their end. She
could feel her heart do a flip, but again she didn't know what the feeling was.
She left out her jumbled emotions about Alucard. She wanted to keep those to
herself so she could figure out what they meant. She did her best to push the
feelings down and finish explaining.
When when she did, Sir Integra pulled out a cigar and lit it. She puffed on it
for a few moments as she watched Elizabeth with calculating cobalt blue eyes.
"I'm going to ask you a personal question, and I want you to answer me. But
before I do, I want to make you aware that I've read your file and all of
Lawrence James' notes of your encounters."
Elizabeth swallowed a little, her mouth dry, she didn't know he kept notes on
what he did to her.
That filthy fucking bastard...
The rage that swelled up was sharp and quick and she felt her hands pull at the
hem of her shorts, white knuckled. Elizabeth glared for a moment at the table
in front of her before nodding, "What's your question Sir?"
Sir Integra puffed on her cigar as she watched Elizabeth's reaction for a
moment.
"Are you a virgin?"
***** Explanations *****
Chapter Notes
     Revised for some spelling errors on 9/21/2017.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Elizabeth stared at Sir Integra, who was meeting her stare with intensity.
"Sir?"
Sir Integra took a long puff off her cigar, tapping the ashes into an ash tray
on a side table next to her chair. Placing her elbows on the table, she cupped
her hands in front of her mouth, never once taking her eyes off Elizabeth.
Elizabeth felt her face flush all the way to her ears, anger quick on its
heels.
"Why would you ask me that?"
"Answer the question. There's a very good reason why I want to know."
She let out an angry puff, and couldn't stop the glare she gave Sir Integra.
"If your asking if I've had sexual intercourse the answer is no. So in that
sense, I am. Lawrence got more arousal from cutting me and beating me than
performing the actual act. He wasn't above rape, but he always found it more
gratifying to make me bleed. So, yes, I am a virgin, why do you want to know
such a thing?"
Her voice was shaking with anger and her nails started to dig into her knees
under the table a little. The pain felt good in a way, distracting her from her
anger at being asked such a question.
Sir Integra sighed softly and closed her eyes for a brief moment before looking
at Elizabeth, somewhat reserved.
"It's as I've thought," she took another puff of her cigar before continuing,
"idiot."
"Sir?" Elizabeth said, confusion pulling her more away from her anger.
"Let me explain, and do not misunderstand, I'm not telling you this information
so you act on it. I want you to simply recover from your past history, the best
that you can. I believe you will become an asset to me in the future. Do not
think that you can completely understand the situation, because it's too
complicated. What I am to tell you will stay in this room and you are never to
speak about it to any other soul, are we clear?" Sir Integra held Elizabeth's
gaze with complete authority.
She nodded, "Yes, Sir Integra."
What could she possibly be talking about?
Sir Integra puffed once more on her cigar before continuing.
"Several years ago, on a mission to eradicate a vampire freak in the village of
Cheddar, Alucard saved a young woman named Seras Victoria. In order to do so,
he turned her into a fledgling, a child of the night, a vampire. She was
metaphysically bound to Alucard as a servant, but not in the same sense as
ghouls, those are slaves. People who are not virgins who are bitten by a
vampire. You've seen them up close yourself."
Elizabeth swallowed, the children and other older ones, the mistress...were
ghouls.
"Seras Victoria came under Hellsing employment, with my reservations. We exist
after all, to exterminate the creatures of darkness that plague mankind.
However, she stubbornly hung onto her humanity, even with Alucard's brusque
nature. I hate to admit this, but they balanced each other perfectly. Alucard
is viscous, lethal and holds very little respect for mankind in general. Seras
was the opposite of that, but as she grew into her vampire powers, she became a
very lethal vampire in her own right."
Sir Integra took one last puff on her cigar before snuffing it out in the
ashtray.
"We inevitably came under attack and were betrayed by one of our own. Walter
Dornez, who was the family butler, my confidant, and known as the Angel of
Death; betrayed us and it cost Seras her life in the war against Millenium. All
of my men, minus a few, perished as well as Walter."
Sir Integra crossed her legs and leaned back in her chair as she gazed
Elizabeth.
"That is horrible Sir, but what does that have to do with me?" Elizabeth asked,
she felt that the main point was missing from this story as she frowned
slightly.
Sir Integra smirked, "I believe that Alucard was affected in some way when
Seras was killed. They were...close. He was looking for a companion, a partner
so to speak and she was that and more I believe. I think Alucard is trying to
fill a hole that he doesn't know is there. I have forbidden him not to make
anymore fledglings while I'm still alive. However, this has not stopped him
from subconsciously trying to do so. I believe Alucard is attempting to turn
you into a vampire while trying to follow my order."
Silence descended between the two as they stared at one another. Elizabeth
stared hard at Sir Integra, before swallowing loudly.
"Can he do that? I mean, why would he want to? I don't think I'd make a very
good vampire."
Sir Integra chuckled then, "I tell you that the root of all vampires wants to
make you into a vampire, and your response is you don't think you'd make a very
good one?"
Elizabeth blushed and looked away, okay put it like that and it does sound
stupid.
For a brief moment Elizabeth could almost hear Alucard call her stupid. She
gave herself a mental shake and looked at Sir Integra.
Sir Integra held smirked and shook her head, "You and Seras have a lot of
common traits. If I can see it, I know Alucard can. Being as you are, you need
to be careful. You are a virgin and as such if Alucard learns of it, I believe
he will turn you into a vampire to fill the hole Seras left. You must not let
anyone know either. Alucard has ways of finding out information and can easily
hide himself anywhere he wishes."
"Sir, forgive me, but then is it safe to talk about this now?"
"I've taken necessary precautions to ensure that this conversation stays in
this room."
Elizabeth blinked, surprised. If Alucard so strong and the original vampire of
all vampires, how could she make sure Alucard wasn't listening in on us?
In seeing Elizabeth's confusion, Sir Integra shook her head. "That is not a
conversation for right now. Right now, I'd like to discuss your employment more
throughly."
Elizabeth sat a little straighter, as she listened.
"Later today you will be meeting with Captain Edward. You will be starting his
personal training regiment. When he is satisfied with you, you will then move
on to artillery. I want you to be a fully active solider in three months. And
in the following three months after that, I will be sending you out into the
field.
Knowing all that I have told you, I want to be clear Elizabeth. Being human,
you could die on a mission, be turned into a ghoul or have worse done to you.
In fact it is highly likely as you have no combat expirence. This is your last
chance to back out and live a free life, a happier one with no more pain. No
longer being a victim, as you've put it. Do you still wish to be part of
Hellsing?"
Elizabeth bit her lip and really thought about it, her mind racing through
everything that had happened. A lot of it was jumbled into an emotional mess
that she didn't really understand, but... Alucard's beautiful face and deep red
eyes kept flashing through all of those memories. She felt drawn to him, and
even though Sir Integra warned her, she felt that she needed to stay here.
She looked at Sir Integra with conviction as she spoke, "I would like to stay
here Sir."
Sir Integra nodded and stood, "One more thing, now that you are going to
officially be part of this organization. You are not to be alone with Alucard,
ever. If you feel in danger in anyway or if he attempts to bite you, you are to
come to me immediately. Understood?"
Elizabeth stood and nodded to Sir Integra, a little surprised. "Yes Sir. But, I
don't think he would hurt me, he's only ever helped me."
Sir Integra regarded her for a moment, taking in her lilac eyes, a ebony hair,
fair white and heavily scarred skin. Deep down, she had a gut feeling that
regardless of what she did history was going to repeat itself. She sincerely
hoped Alucard's isolation would make him see there was no happy ending to be
had with her.
"Vampires do not help Elizabeth, they kill. Never forget that truth. Alucard is
no different. If given the chance he will take your life, purely because he
wants to."
With that, Sir Integra left the room, the subtle smell of cigar smoke hanging
in the air.
Chapter End Notes
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***** Not A Rose *****
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Elizabeth was standing as straight as she could, shoulders back and chin up.
The hot summer heat was beating down on her and she felt her whole body break
out in sweat. She'd ran as far as her legs could carry her, which she had
thought was miles, only turned out to be less than half of one. Her stamina was
not improving.
Covered in dirt from head to toe and a few scrapes that were bleeding, she felt
like she was never going to fit in.
A month had passed since starting her combat training and so far all she had
managed to do was get a lot of leering looks from the other men, a lot of cuts,
bruises and a sprained ankle. Captain Edwards was not one to tolerate failure,
woman or not.
"Miss Leonard, if you wish to continue being part of this troop you best pull
your act together. Being a woman you should know your strengths and your
weaknesses. Like running a kitchen. Now move your ass and run it again."
Elizabeth held back her glare and took off running. She was to run the entire
length of the grounds, a two mile stretch, and then run through a complicated
obstacle course. The more she ran it, the more pissed off she got when she
failed. The first time had been a disaster.
All those times running from Lawrence, you'd think I'd be better at this.
She ran harder, trying to increase her speed.
Stupid, stupid, stupid...!
Why the fuck am I even doing this!?
She knew why, it was because she couldn't leave Alucard. In the weeks that
she'd been training, she had found out about his punishment. Not the specific
details, only that he'd been confined. Elizabeth had been angry and stormed
into Sir Integra's office asking why.
The conversation did not go well, and since then she hadn't seen Sir Integra at
all. She had attempted to look for the stairwell leading to the lower level,
but she was never able to find it. Nathaniel had caught her on one such
occasion and despite his loyalties to Sir Integra, hadn't informed her.
Elizabeth breathed the fire out of her lungs, desperately trying to keep her
pace. She was timed every single attempt and was positive it was impossible.
Suddenly her foot caught and she fell forward hitting the gravel dirt path
hard. She yelled in frustration and smacked the ground with her hand. The semi
road rash on her forearms was already beginning to bleed.
"Fucking bastard!" She screamed.
The rumble of a truck engine approached and Captain Edwards got out. He was a
tall man, every single bit of his DNA was born, bred and breathed military. He
looked over her, hands behind his back and a pissed off look on his face.
"Get the hell up and out of my sight Leonard, your done here."
Rage fueled her as she pushed off the ground and got in his face. Damn the
consequences. She'd listened to every order, ran the obstacle course thousands
of times and she'd had enough.
"I've had enough of your goddamned righteousness you military bastard!"
He got right back in her face, making every part of his height intimidate her.
"What did you say?" His voice was deadly and Elizabeth merely sneered at him.
She'd slowly noticed over the last couple of weeks that her demeanor had
changed. She was very quick to temper and she really was not scared...of
anything. While she was relieved to be free of her fear, she didn't know what
to do about the rage that was left behind. She could barely control herself
anymore. She wanted to ask Alucard, but it was hopeless.
"You fucking heard me."
"You stupid, penniless whore. If you think you can take me—"
Elizabeth felt something snap inside her and she lunged at Captain Edwards,
knocking him to the ground. She felt a surge of strength has she started to
punch him repeatedly in the face. Elizabeth felt the crunch of his nose
breaking and it was one of the most satisfying sounds in the world.
Her petite frame was no match though and he quickly had her off of him and
pinned to the ground. Captain Edwards held her down, pressing her face into the
gravel.
"Get the fuck off me you goddamned son of a bitch! I'll fucking kill you!" She
screamed as she tried to free her arms. Her vision had faded to red and nothing
else mattered.
Another roar of a tuck engine approached but Elizabeth barely registered it,
still trying to free herself. A few moments later there was a commotion and she
felt a plastic zip strip tighten around her wrists. Large hands picked her up
allowing her to see some other men had come to assist their captain.
"You think this is going to stop me from kicking your ass?! You stupid old
bastard!" Her eyes landing on Captain Edwards as he held a handkerchief to his
nose, already seeped in blood.
"Jesus, this bitch is crazy." Said one of the men holding her.
"Got that right, what the hell set her off?" Said another on her other side.
Elizabeth felt the laugh bubble up, and though deep in her mind she knew
something wasn't right, she felt herself look at the man to her right and head
but him as had as she could. The pain that blossomed was barely there as his
nose shattered in another satisfying crunch.
"What the fuck?!" He screamed, in a fit of anger he cocked his fist back and
punched Elizabeth hard in the face. There was a blissful moment of falling
before everything went black.
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The darkness was peaceful.
Elizabeth felt like she had finally come home. She was safe, warm and a feeling
of contentment surrounded her. She wanted that feeling to never go away.
The darkness shifted slightly, becoming weighted. Sensing something in the
darkness Elizabeth found herself searching for the presence she knew was there.
It seemed to elude her though. The more desperately she searched the father
away it seemed to get. She was incredibly frustrated and screamed at the
darkness.
Don't you run away from me! Don't leave me alone now! Why?! Why?!
The presence moved father away still. Her whole body ached right down to her
bones. She felt like she would die if left there alone.
Please... Please don't go...
Her voice was shaking so hard she barely got the words out.
She felt the presence stop and regard her for a moment. Elizabeth reached out
with her hand, searching the darkness once more for the presence.
Please, I need you... I...
The darkness became more fuller and the presence was now merely a finger tips
touch away. It waited expectantly for something.
I need you, please don't leave me... I want you... Please...
Elizabeth felt a gloved hand lace gently around her wrist and pull her into a
broad chest. The scent of blood, death and cinnamon surrounding her like a
blanket. She wrapped her arms around him and breathed in deeply, letting it
settle into her.
A gloved hand caressed and tilted her chin upwards towards deep red eyes. Cool
breath tickled her ear as she was held captivated by those eyes.
"You're nothing like a rose, more of a Lily."
A cool tongue licked along her neck, making her gasp softly.
"Sweet."
A gloved hand caressed her cheek, delicately.
"Soft."
Sharp teeth brushed against her collarbone, sending shivers down her whole
body.
"And poisonous if consumed..."
Elizabeth couldn't stop the moan that escaped her lips before a sharp piercing
sensation latched onto her neck, making her scream.
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Jolting awake, she sat up still screaming. After a moment she realized she was
in the infirmary. Panting she looked around frantically before her eyes landed
on Sir Integra at the foot of her bed.
Her arms were crossed over a crisp masculine deep green suit. Her face was set
in a hard line as she watched Elizabeth with reserved cobalt eyes, behind round
lenses.
"Sir..." Elizabeth swallowed and the pain in her face, blossomed, making her
wince. She touched her cheek, feeling the hard welt there. Looking down she
realized her arms were bandaged and she had slight bruises on her wrists from
the zip strip, now removed. She was still wearing her clothes from earlier, but
they were extremely dirty and a little bloody.
She looked at Sir Integra again, it had been several weeks since she last saw
the woman.
She's probably going to kick me out of here now. Fuck, what am I gonna do? What
can I say?
Looking at her, Elizabeth sighed in defeat. There really wasn't anything she
could say. First she shot one of her men and now she had attacked the Captain
of her soldiers.
Sir Integra raised a brow, silent for a few moments more before she finally
spoke.
"Congratulations Elizabeth. You have just graduated and are ready to move onto
artillery."
"What?"
Sir Integra smirked and left behind a very shocked; very confused, Elizabeth.
***** Artillery *****
Chapter Notes
     Revised for some spelling and grammatical errors on 9/21/2017.
Loud gun fire echoed throughout the enclosed shooting range. Even with her ear
plugs the sounds were sharp and booming. She walked passed a group of men who
were practicing. A few glanced at her, but most avoided her. She sighed, since
her incident with Captain Edwards they didn't speak to her or barely
acknowledged her existence.
She'd thought about apologizing, but she'd been so distracted with other things
that she hadn't done so. She didn't think it would have done any good either.
The dream she had of Alucard haunted her constantly. Every time she had closed
her eyes and fallen asleep, he was there. Sometimes she would see nothing,
other times she'd see his gloved hands or part of his suit. And every time he
always bit her in varying degrees of roughness. A few times it had been rather
savage, other times it was gentle, almost delicate.
Elizabeth never saw his face and more strangely, never felt his touch after the
first initial dream. He'd caress her face, her lips, her waist and she never
felt any of it. It was almost maddening, where she thought she was going crazy.
He never touched her the Lawrence had. The fact that she couldn't get a feel
for how he was touching her made it almost worse than Lawrence. With him it was
always anger and self gratifying, with Alucard she just didn't know.
When she couldn't take it anymore and she was frustrated beyond belief, sharp
fangs would sink into her neck, waking her.
Her emotions were a mass of things she never felt and didn't understand. She
thought she'd be able to work through them, but she couldn't with the dreams.
She had thought about telling Sir Integra, but how could she? Elizabeth was
pretty sure they were figments of her imagination and she didn't want to give
Sir Integra an excuse to kick her out. Elizabeth was worried though, she had
never had dreams like these before.
Elizabeth reached the end of the row where Nathiel stood. His white shirt,
black vest and pants were sharp looking against his soft brown hair and gentle
chocolate eyes. He met her was a small smile.
"Miss Elizabeth, I'm glad to see you are well. Shall we get started?"
She looked around for a moment before raising surprised eyebrows at him,
"You're the weapons expert I'm supposed to meet with?"
Nathaniel's smile grew bigger, "A Hellsing tradition I'm afraid. Let's get
started."
He motioned to the table behind him with various guns in all different shapes
and sizes. Elizabeth's eyes grew wide. The pistol she had before was there and
she recognized it instantly. Among it were ones with larger barrels. All of
them varying in colors of metallic sheen, silver, and black.
"I don't even know how to use a gun." Elizabeth said shaking her head, "I
didn't know what I was doing last time."
"Well, that maybe true it was possibly a fluke, but you cannot go into the
field without a weapon. Guns are the quickest, most effective tools against
Freaks of different natures. Used mostly as long range to get the upper hand,
they are the best choice. However, blades can also be effective, but they
require a close range combat expertise that you don't have." Nathaniel
explained, picking up a large barreled pistol. The barrel was long and the
handle had a large grip.
Ejecting the clip from the handle he showed her the inside, "Guns also allow
for you to change the bullets to suit your needs. While explosive silver rounds
are most common for what we eliminate here; mainly vampire freaks, others such
as a mix of Alyssum, Misltoe, salt with armor piercing are more effective
against Witches."
Nathaniel slapped the clip back in place and flipped the safety off on the
side. Stepping up to the counter he aimed, fired and shot the paper target with
a bullseye shot to the head. Firing again, he shot straight through the heart.
Turning back to her he smiled gently at her wide eyes and surprised look,
"Remember, no matter what you are using or what you are shooting at, aiming for
the head or the heart should always be your goal. People who are turned to
ghouls have suffered enough. There's no need to make them suffer more. Now
let's see what kind of gun works best for you."
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Hours passed as Elizabeth tried many different guns. The first few dozen shots
she was terrible and didn't hit her mark at all. Nathaniel could see her
frustration and attempted to give her pointers, which didn't really help
either. She felt embarrassed and even a few of the men who had watched
snickered. They had all left now and it was just the two of them in the range.
"Seriously, this is hopeless. My arms are killing me and I've wasted all that
ammo for nothing." She placed the gun she had been using down on the table,
frowning.
"No, don't get discouraged. Everyone starts out terrible the first time, that's
why you have to practice. It can take years to become an expert and longer
still to use that in a setting that you are going to be using it for. Let's try
this one." He handed her another gun and she stepped up to the counter.
She aimed the gun at the target and fired, missing the head completely.
Irritated she fired again, missing still.
"You're too stiff Miss Elizabeth. You must relax your shoulders. Here."
Nathaniel came up behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders. He rubbed
them slightly and nodded towards the target.
"Aim, but don't fire." His breath tickled her ear, a familiar sensation that
made her glance at him. She aimed as he instructed and tried to focus.
"Alright, that's good. Now when you breath in, focus your aim and hold your
breath a split second before you fire."
Nathaniel stepped closer so his body was right up against her back as his arms
followed down hers and held the gun over her hands. Elizabeth stiffened for a
moment, but then relaxed. His body was warm against hers and she felt her mind
slowly calm down from the precious irritation.
Focusing on the targets head again, she took a breath and held it as she aimed.
For a moment she felt her sight narrow in and in that moment she fired.
A half second later a perfectly round hole appeared in the center of the
targets head and she couldn't help but grin at Nathaniel who was still behind
her.
The moment she looked at him however, she realized how close he actually was.
He was so close they could have kissed and while they stared at each other,
Elizabeth became more and more aware that she actually wanted him too.
She wanted him to touch her, desperately so. As the thought came so did
Alucard's face. Blinking she pulled back away from him. No, it wasn't Nathaniel
that she wanted to touch her, it was Alucard.
Nathaniel blushed red and let her go. "That's all for today Miss Elizabeth.
We'll work on it more tomorrow. Good job on hitting your target."
His voice was unusually calm as he stepped away from her, before turning and
leaving the range.
Elizabeth sighed and rubbed her temple as she set down the gun.
What the hell is wrong with me?
***** Jealousy *****
Chapter Notes
     Revised for some spelling errors on 9/21/2017.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Alucard listened to the silence that surrounded him in his coffin with
murderous intent.
He had thought about his Master's warning, dismissing her notions as to what he
was doing and why. Being as he didn't think he was really doing anything other
than making sure his Master's newest 'charge' as it were, didn't become cannon
fodder because of her fear. If she became a ghoul, dead or something worse—well
that wasn't anything to do with him. The fact that she had warned him that he
would be punished for bringing home another stray, ahh, he hadn't thought she'd
follow through with that. But then again...maybe he had.
After all, his Master was already impressed with the girl for having slipped
her guards and shooting one of them for harassing her. Alucard knew his master
liked her in that moment. He had too...for some strange reason.
Alucard wanted so badly to visit his newest interest. He couldn't really
explain it himself but as he lie there, dismissing his punishment as a way for
his Master to save face with her newest charge; his mind kept returning to her.
That long soft ebony hair flowing down her pale back, scars of past pain etched
along almost every inch of her body. Lilac eyes, so deep and true in color they
reminded him of a simpler time when he was a boy...a very long, long time ago.
The dismissing of his master's warning and her notions of him trying to turn
her inadvertently lasted for weeks. When the blood lust he'd been fighting
against really began to sink in, his mind roamed back over Elizabeth's face.
The way she felt when he last held her here, in his coffin.
He'd memorized every scar and mark on her body as he waited for her to wake
from her sleep. Alucard hadn't meant to pull her consciousness so deep into the
demons that filled the hole where his soul should have been. Or to have had
time lapse so severely. He had meant to simply show her the truth about pain,
but her soul was so strong and stubborn he had no choice but to let his demons
pull her in and make her relive every, single horrible event that had happened
to her. He had to break her down, just to make her see.
Watching her life as a movie reel, he knew two things.
One, she should have died. Several times. If not from physical pain then from
mental torture.
Two, despite her body appearance and her obvious attraction to him, she was
completely pure. A virgin.
The last made him pause and think about his actions.
Was he trying to turn her into his companion?
Did he, the original vampire of all of them, feel lonely?
Alucard scoffed in his head. Police girl, you've made me soft. If you were
alive I wouldn't be so...
He didn't finish the thought.
And so, here he lie for the next six months, feeling his body ache with
excruciating pain, fangs extended wanting blood so badly he thought about all
the incredibly nasty things he'd do to his master upon his release. These
thoughts also, lasted for weeks.
He longed for blood.
In that need for blood was followed closely by wanting Elizabeth.
He was forbidden from turning another fledgling, but that didn't change the
fact that he wanted to hold her, feel her and taste her sweet blood again.
Every time he thought of her now, it was wrapped up with his desire for blood
and that desire was growing with intensity.
It was at this time he realized someone had pulled on his mind during one of
the days. It was an old familiar feeling. Whenever his police girl did
something outside her norm or if she drew on his strength. He felt it. And he'd
felt it again even in his deep slumber.
But who?
The question didn't have to wait longer to have its answer.
He found part of his consciousness inside hers and it baffled him. How could
this be? This woman, this broken, battered human had pulled part of his
consciousness into her own. It was unprecedented and for a moment he watched
from the darkness of her mind.
He could tell that she was in pain, but couldn't tell why. Something was making
her appear distorted and unfocused. He'd get small bits of information, but
they were fleeting.
Just as he was going to pull away to ponder this more, she felt him.
And more surprisingly, she chased him when he pulled away trying to create
distance. She screamed, cried even to get him to stop. His Master's seals
should have stopped any such communication, as it was, the more he pulled back
the more he felt the distortion was from the seals trying to hold.
How interesting...
Just before he was to rip himself away completely and shove her from the
darkness of his mind, she spoke.
Please... Please don't go...
Elizabeth's voice was shaking so hard she barely got the words out. She reached
out with her hand, searching the darkness of Alucard's consciousness. He
stopped and waited.
Please, I need you... I...
Alucard felt his body breath in sharply, something that should have been
impossible. Those words were like tossing wood onto burning embers. He hadn't
heard those words in so long, he could have drank them down.
I need you, please don't leave me... I want you... Please...

The idea, of this human, wanting him, needing him...was completely ridiculous.
But...
He felt himself pull her closer into his mind, fighting against the searing
pain that was starting to ensue from his seals. It required a lot of effort and
energy on his part to even show a part of himself to her, as he laced his hands
around her.
He was so hungry, so thirsty. He felt her consciousness press up against him.
Almost calling to him. Her scent, so sweet and intoxicating it made him almost
forget they weren't actually in each other's presence. Their connection was
strong, a psychic link that shouldn't possibly exist. That alone brought on his
arousal. It had been a long time for him not to feel alone.
The need for blood, laced with the feeling of her being against him, was
starting to drive him mad.
I must...be cautious. Protocols must be obeyed...
The thought was fleeting as he traced her jaw and stared into those lilac eyes.
She'd seen so much, but was so innocent. She knew horrors that his Master could
not fathom and yet, her reaction to him was seducing him. She held no fear. Not
at their first meeting and not now.
The vampire freak who had tormented her for years had it wrong, she was no
rose. She was a lily and he told her as such.
Alucard's tongue licked along her neck, making her gasp softly. He had to hold
back his growl.
"Sweet." He whispered into her ear.
His gloved hand caressing her cheek, delicately.
"Soft."
He ran his sharp teeth against her collarbone, feeling the shivers down her
whole body.
"And poisonous if consumed..." He breathed.
She moaned so purely, he couldn't contain himself anymore. He needed to feed
and he wanted her so, so badly. He bit her with no warning and tried hard to
contain himself as he drew strength from her energy. It was an old practice,
but one hardly used. Humans didn't tend to live long if it was done to often.
Not too much...just enough.
Her essence held off the blood pain. It was by no means a complete meal, but it
let him think clearer. When he felt her wake the connection was snapped off and
the pain from his seals seared into him. Alucard could feel the invisible magic
surround him and burn. He could not scream through the pain, and so he did what
he always did. He consumed it. Swallowed it. Revealed in it.
Because pain allowed him control.
The day passed and night decended once again. This time she didn't call him.
The pathway had been opened and he found her link to him still there. He could
feel her breathe deeply as her consciousness drifted in peaceful sleep.
He slipped into her mind easily, but it took all his focus to touch her mind
with his to create a dream like state of existence. He had to be cautious, the
seals were already flaring from his contact with her. The need was too great.
His want unable to be stifled.
The seals made it impossible for him to feel her touch after she had fought her
way into his mind. It seemed that only she could initiate the contact so they
both could feel it. It was incredibly frustrating. And when he could not stave
off any longer, he bit her.
He knew humans were weak as far as their energy capacity, but he couldn't stop.
The blood pain was driving him more mad with need and while he tried to check
himself, he found it was harder than expected. She truly had a hold on him and
he had no idea why.
After one especially gentle approach, Alucard was bewildered at his actions. He
wanted to wrap her up and keep her to himself, but he couldn't understand why.
Was loneliness that powerful to a soulless creature like him? Ha, no.
As he tried to figure out how their connection existed and why he couldn't seem
to leave her alone, he felt himself casually slip into her mind while she was
wake. During the day. A particularly strange sensation, to be 'asleep' but
awake through her.
Her heartbeat was sure and steady. He watched in pure amusement as the other
men refused to really acknowledge her. He knew enough from the bits and pieces
he managed to pull from her mind that she had attacked his Master's captain. He
regretted that he couldn't see it with his own eyes. That human had irritated
him more than once. The fact that she had busted his face up, made him grin
internally.
It was at this moment he realized, that through her eyes, Nathaniel was
instructing her in the use of guns. Alucard felt himself snort, feeling that
Nathanael's explainations, while accurate, should have been more detailed.
There was a hundred percent probability that she would die.
While he watched, he grew bored.
She couldn't hit the broad side of a stable if her life depended on it.
And then he felt Nathaniel step up behind her and wrap his arms around and hold
her hands steady.
Alucard felt his body growl.
Careful servant boy...you're too close.
When she hit her target Alucard was bombarded with her emotions. Warm, excited.
And when she looked at Nathaniel her heart raced and he felt the heat rise to
her cheeks.
Alucard jammed his fist upwards attempting to hit him away from her. He vaguely
heard the sound of straps snapping, but they held strong. A moment later they
separated and Nathaniel was gone.
It was quite awhile before both Alucard and Elizabeth were calm enough. When
she left and fell asleep he was still in her mind. He debated for a moment on
what his next move should be. She was human. He was essentially wasting time
even attempting half of the things he had so far. But he just couldn't leave
this stupid woman alone.
Frustrated and pissed, Alucard pulled Elizabeth into a dream like state. The
more he did so, the easier it became. She was startled at first, but quickly
eased once she realized what was going on. These little subconscious meetings
were a common occurrence after all.
"Alucard?" She said softly in his ear as he wrapped his arms around her. It
took a lot of effort to hold her so. He managed only barely to contain his
anger.
He laced his gloved fingers in her hair, and with a hard push he made her feel
it.
"Elizabeth," he whispered gently in her ear. He slowly licked along her neck
down to her collarbone. She moaned gently as her delicate fingers laced through
his hair. The motion made him growl deep and low.
Anger.
Want.
Need.
It was all beginning to melt into one thing with her touching him as he ran his
long fangs along her scarred skin. He traced a wicked looking scar along her
breastplate that lead up towards her neck. He pulled away and looked at her
with blood red eyes. As he did so, he pressed himself more firmly against her.
"You are mine. Do not forget again. Do not let him touch you again. Ever."
His voice was cold, his arousal was strong but his anger was seething with
fury.
In the face of his rage she looked at him with curious eyes. A hint of
confusion on her face before understanding flitted over her delicate face.
"Alucard...are you...jealous?"
He paused. He'd never been jealous before, why would he be now? He felt his
hands grip her more firmly around her waist as she spoke again.
"I don't know what you're thinking. But I don't want Nathaniel. I didn't want
him to touch me. I wanted you to—mmhft."
He couldn't take it anymore, and risking extreme maddening pain, he crushed his
mouth against hers in an all consuming kiss. The contact was searing and it
raked down his nerves with such ungodly pain that he thought he might die...but
he knew he wouldn't. And for all that pain, he swallowed it down as he kissed
her harder.
Loud moans escaped between their lips as he let his tongue lace with hers. His
hands traveled down grabbing her ass and griping it against him. He could feel
her excitement, her need, her desire for him inside her mind and he wanted
more.
All to soon he yanked himself away from her and pulled back, snapping their
connection with such force he knew she woke with a start.
As he found himself back inside his own mind and body the magic was already
digging into him. Grinding, snapping, pulling, trying to undo him. But he
merely chuckled inwardly.
Elizabeth, you are mine.
Chapter End Notes
     Thanks for your continued support in reading! I hope you enjoyed a
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***** A Lesson In Desire *****
Chapter Notes
     Revised on 9/21/2017.
Elizabeth jolted awake, sitting straight up in bed. Her body was drenched in a
cold sweat and she felt her arms shake with tremors. The dream had been so
real, so intense that she still felt Alucard's lips on hers.
He had been angry, she wasn't blind to it but she was confused about his sudden
deep, hungry kiss that she felt her lower abdomen tighten involuntarily with
want. She shuddered as she brought her knees up to her chest and hugged them.
She had no idea what he was thinking and even more so, she was thrown for a
loop when she could feel him touch her. It almost burned where he had. Like his
hands were still laced around her waist and in her hair. She could almost feel
his body up against hers and she shuddered again with a burning she didn't
quite understand.
Elizabeth tried to go back to sleep, but the burning sensation on her skin was
almost too much to bear. Her body grew hot with the memory of the dream. It
wrapped around her and made her nipples hard. They rubbed against the thin t-
shirt that she wore and it made her whimper.
She was mentally exhausted from these dreams. Her own desire was mixed with her
lack of understanding. She wanted to touch him so badly, to wrap her body
around him.
Elizabeth had found Alucard calming and he brought her a type of peace that she
didn't know existed. But now she burned, she wanted him to touch her more,
wanted him to make the ache between her thighs stop.
She closed her eyes as she tossed and turned in her bed, the more she moved,
the more her sensitive her skin became rubbing against the fabric that she wore
and the sheets surrounding her.
Biting her lip, she let her hands caress her skin, the motion made her rub her
legs together as a tingling feeling traced its way up her body. She moaned
softly into the silent room has her hands cupped her breasts, pinching her
erect nipples softly at first and then a little harder.
She never had touched herself this way before and it was exhilarating, nerve
wracking and embarrassing. The feel of Alucard's hands on her, just that memory
laced with that hungry kiss was fueling her desire.
"Alucard..." She breathed into the darkness, a soft moan escaping her lips
again as she let one of her hands dip lower towards her panties.
She felt different somehow after saying his name out loud. It was the slightest
pressure in her head. It didn't hurt, it felt right somehow. Like a piece of
herself was finally back were it belonged. It took her a moment before she
realized it was the same feeling she got when she was dreaming of Alucard.
Elizabeth's hand stilled for a moment. What if they weren't really dreams? What
if he was there in her dreams? What if he knew what she was doing right now?
"Alucard?" She spoke hesitantly, trying to focus on the pressure in her head.
It grew and felt more firm in her mind. It was almost like she could feel a
barrier between them. She wanted it gone, and the more she wanted it gone the
more she was sure Alucard was there in her mind with her. The answer just felt
right.
Focusing harder on the pressure, she tried to mentally push down the barrier.
She felt her hands make fists with the effort she was putting into it and just
when she was about to give up, it dropped.
"My, my... You truly are full of surprises aren't you?" Alucard's voice slipped
into her mind like bitter honey. The deepness of his voice rattled her heart
and it started to pick up in speed.
"I...I don't know what I did." Elizabeth took a ragged breath. It had been so
long since hearing his voice, she felt her body respond to it almost
automatically. There was a noticeable slickness between her legs and her
arousal came on strong again. She tried desperately to stifle the moan, but he
heard it regardless.
"Mmmm, you sound like your struggling my Lily. You don't seem to know what to
do with yourself." He whispered gently in her mind and felt her lower area ache
with need.
While she had been focusing, her nipples had grown soft; but now they were
harder than before and she rolled onto her stomach as her lower abdomen
tightened.
"I-I don't...know w-what...I" Elizabeth stumbled over her words as she tried to
figure out what to do with herself. She was aroused even to hear his voice, but
it made her feel like she was going to die with want.
"Well now, I best teach you a little lesson then to satisfy this...desire of
yours." Alucard's voice was like liquid silk and as he spoke Elizabeth felt her
body grow hot. The pressure in her head expanded slightly and she felt her
hands push her over so she was laying on her back. Startled, she took a sharp
breath. She hadn't moved by herself, she felt him move her hands for her.
Elizabeth blinked up at the darkened ceiling for a moment as her breathing
started to increase. Her heart was pounding a mile a minute, the mix of
expectation and want making her pant.
Alucard chuckled lightly as she felt her hands move not of her will, but of
his. Finger tips traced small circular patterns on her exposed flat stomach.
Her breathing hitched as her one hand lifted her shirt, pulling at her taught
nipple.
"Ngh...A-Alucard...." She bit her lip, trying so keep her whimper down. Her
nipple felt like it was too hot and it almost burned.
Alucard was silent as Elizabeth's other hand dipped below the line of her
panties touching the wetness there. Gasping, she let out a deep moan as he
fingers slid into the slick folds and began to rub smoothly in long, teasing
stokes.
She withered on the bed as her hips bucked slightly from the delicate touch.
Panting, she moaned louder as her finger slipped deep inside her, soon to be
followed by a second.
"You are so tight my Lily. So wet. So sweet." Alucard's voice wrapped around
her like a glove and Elizabeth moaned louder, almost whimpering from the
teasing pumping he was making her fingers do.
She felt her other hand pinch her nipple almost painfully, but the pain felt
good. And it only made her let out a half scream of pleasure as she arched her
back.
"Oh god...please...A-Aluc—"
Her fingers began to pump harder inside her. Every once in a while they would
slip out and quickly stoke her sensitive clit. Elizabeth could no longer hold
her voice back as she moaned louder, almost screaming from the sensation.
The low tightness she felt before was now throbbing and burning, like she was
about to burst. Her fingers slipped into her again pumping faster than before
as her other hand cupped her breast. Finger tips twisting her erect nipple
harshly. The pain was too much and it tipped her over the edge as she came.
Hot slick warmth coated her fingers, hand and ran down her thighs. Hips bucking
against her hand she screamed as the orgasm rocked her body.
Alucard growled deeply as she did. Her fingers slowed for a moment as felt
herself spasm, but it was only a moment.
Suddenly Elizabeth found herself on her stomach with her panties being pushed
down to her knees by her hands. She let out a startled yelp feeling her self be
exposed to the darkness of her room. But that faded quickly as her hand slipped
inside her again.
Alucard gave her control of her other hand and she gripped the sheets hard as
he moved her fingers deep inside her. The new angle gave way to new pleasure
and Elizabeth felt the next orgasm quickly rise again.
Just when she was about to cum, he stopped her fingers and she cried with
frustration. The ache was painful, she wanted to cum, needed to.
"Alucard...please! Alucard!"
Her voice was husky and almost pain filled as she begged him to let her finish.
She felt him grin, not knowing how she did. Before he thrust her fingers into
her once more. She threw her head back as she let out a loud scream of
pleasure, a sharp pain in her neck bit into her as she came. It felt just like
his bite in her dreams and she came again, hard.
Alucard moaned into the bit with estacy. Felt him draw on her energy as she
came, drinking her down like a parched plant in the desert.
The wetness almost burst out over her hand and slipped down her thighs as she
collapsed onto her bed. Her shirt hiked up over her supple breasts and soaked
panties down around her knees. He released his control of her other hand and
Elizabeth was left panting and moaning in a heap on her bed.
"I hope you paid attention to your lesson. I won't help you next time."
Alucard's voice snickered softly as the pressure inside her head slowly
disappeared.
Elizabeth was too exhausted to do much more than right her clothes and pull the
blankets up over her. She felt relieved now. The burning desire was gone and
while she didn't understand how he did it, she knew she wanted him to do it
again.
As she drifted off to a peaceful sleep, that she felt all the way to her bones,
she knew two things without question.
She was definitely going to need a shower in the morning.
And a new set of sheets.
***** Renfield Syndrome *****
Chapter Notes
     Revised on 9/21/2017.
Integra tossed and turned in her bed, unable to get comfortable. She'd been
asleep a while ago, but now she lay awake staring at the corner post of her
bed. She'd had a lot of sleepless nights in her life and this one was no
different.
Sighing, she sat up, the sheet tucked under her arm pits. Tonight she had
decided to be daring and sleep naked. Normally, with Alucard always roaming
around she never knew if he was secretly watching her. It had been a few weeks
of mulling it over, but she had decided that this would probably be the only
time in her life that she could chance it without him seeing her.
Leaning over, she grabbed her cigar case off her night stand and lit one of her
cigars from it. The smoke swirled in her mouth for a moment before she blew it
out, tossing the case on her bed.
Integra had been in a state of deep thought since incarcerating Alucard. She
had several very good reasons for doing it. All of them justified. The problem
was she didn't know if she was making things better or worse. She had gone over
it a thousand times before and was doing so again.
Tapping the ashes in the tray on her nightstand, she took another puff. It was
troubling. She could tell there was something going on between Alucard and
Elizabeth, but the more she thought to compare their situation with his and
Seras, the more she felt she was wrong. He acted different with her than with
Seras. Softer almost. Very unlike himself.
Oh, he was still a bastard at his core and he was still as frustrating as ever,
but she couldn't figure out why he was different when it came to Elizabeth.
She was human. She had absolutely no magical ability at all. She was an abused,
past raped victim with an almost bipolar personality. She was beautiful, and
yet horribly scarred. In a lot of ways, she was the opposite of Alucard and yet
his mirror.
Integra sighed again and tucked her blonde hair behind one of her ears as she
tapped her ashes again. Bringing her knees up, she let her arms rest on them.
She played with her blessed silver cross on her neck. It took a moment before
she realized that it was faintly glowing. Looking down, she saw that her cross
had started to glow a faint blue color.
Frowning, she tossed the sheets off her bed, grabbed her glasses and her robe.
She snuffed out her cigar and put both items on. Tying the sash around her
waist, she made sure her hair was outside of her robe. Stepping into her
slippers, she left her room and walked down the hall.
It was quiet in the manor. Peaceful almost, but she kept walking; the cross
around her neck still glowing faintly. She paused at the top of the stairs and
looked down at it, flipping it over. On the back almost illegible, was the
Hellsing seal. It was slightly different in the sigils around it and it glowed
brighter being exposed directly.
Integra let go of the cross, effectively hiding it inside her robe as she took
a turn past the top of the stairs to Elizabeth's bedroom. She was only a few
steps away from her door when she heard Elizabeth moaning, half screaming. At
first she thought it might be a nightmare, but as she listened it became
obvious that Elizabeth was not having a nightmare and was very much awake.
The moment she called Alucard's name passionately, Integra turned on her heel
and briskly walked away. Ignoring the blush trying to take over her cheeks, she
went down the long stair case and down to the lower levels.
Taking a few breaths, she tried to push the images that threatened to break her
composure as she opened the door to Alucard's room. Stepping inside, she turned
on the lamp and looked around. Everything was exactly the same, coated in a
faint trace of dust. Walking over, she lifted the lid of the coffin and looked
down.
Alucard was still as death. White hair flowed down to his ankles. The straps
and buckles still in place. His eyes were closed, his mouth slightly open with
fangs exposed. Integra took in every detail. There wasn't anything out of—
That's when she spotted broken straps around his forearm, which should have
been bound behind his back. He'd moved. He wasn't supposed to be able too. This
was...concerning. There must be a reason why he had managed to move. If the
seals didn't hold...
Integra slammed the lid down in a subtle mix of frustration and paranoia. She
began pacing back and forth, hands clenching and unclenching.
There has to be something that explains this. Anything at all.
After a few more paces she stopped and stared wide eyed at the coffin. She
closed her eyes and brought her fingers to the bridge of her nose as she
sighed.
"Of course. I didn't think of it sooner because there was only one other
case..."
Integra sighed and rubbed her cheeks with her hands. This was going to
complicate things. Alucard would have to be released and Elizabeth would be
sent out into the field faster than six months. Seras was a cake walk to what
Alucard and inadvertently done now.
"You fucking idiot bastard. You probably don't remember, it's been so long."
Integra took one last look at the coffin before she left. The night was still
young but she had a lot of things that had to be accomplished before morning
light touched the horizon.
It was almost a shame that she'd only gotten two hours of sleep. The day was
going to be long.
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Dawn broke over the horizon and Elizabeth had drug her exhausted, half limp
body from her bed with all the effort she could muster. She felt relaxed deep
inside, like an itch had finally been scratched. Alucard had made her touch
herself in a way she didn't know she was capable of doing. The feeling had been
euphoric and she felt her face blush at imagining him actually touching her in
those places.
Shaking her head, she staggered to the shower. Elizabeth wasn't sure why, but
it was a little difficult to walk. She hugged the wall in the bathroom, almost
falling several times trying to get her night clothes off.
The water was soothing at first. She had washed and scrubbed last nights dried
wetness off. Upon rinsing, the water suddenly felt like she was being scalded
by hot water. Elizabeth let out a pained sound as she quickly turned it off.
She was sure it hadn't been that hot before, but her skin was a lobster red.
Feeling a little feverish upon stepping out, she gripped the sink with both
hands as she tried to breathe through the dizziness.
"Why do I feel so shitty? I must have come down with a cold, maybe the flu."
She whispered to herself. Gazing at her reflection, she gasped as the face
staring back at her registered.
Elizabeth's face was slightly sunken in. Her lilac eyes seemed far too large
and her already pale skin was now a slight grey color. Turning, she noticed
that her ribs were showing more than ever before and the scars stood out more
vividly than they had since she first had them cut into her.
Quickly she wrapped a large fluffy towel around her body. Ignoring the tears
that threatened to break over the edge, she left the bathroom to get dressed.
I don't understand. I've been eating well. Hell, I've gained weight since being
here.
It was true. Her body had become toned, almost muscular, but not overly so.
She'd filled out and was over joyed for the fact that her breasts had gotten
slightly larger from eating better food. At least that's what she chalked it up
to. Now it was like she was worse than she was before coming here. It was
baffling and upsetting.
Struggling, she pulled on a pair of forest green shorts and a mid length
sleeved grey shirt. The bra had been a bitch to get on and she panted from
exhaustion as she finished lacing her running shoes.
There was a soft knock at her door before it opened. Nathaniel stood in his
usual white shirt, black vest and matching pants. His soft colored hair combed
to perfection. Unlike her, he was a picture of perfect health.
"Miss Elizabeth, Sir Integra would like a word with you—." He looked at her
startled, "Miss Elizabeth, are you alright?"
Elizabeth swallowed hard, her throat was unbelievably dry as she stood.
"Yes, I'm just...just feeling a little feverish. I'm fine, thanks for the
concern Nathaniel." Her voice wavered, but she managed to not lose it
completely as she walked over to him. It was a struggle to pick up her feet,
but she managed to smile slightly at him.
Nathaniel looked at her with concern, clearly not buying the obvious lie. He
stepped aside though and let her walk in front of him and out to the hallway.
The two of them slowly made their way down the hall and around to Sir Integra's
office. Elizabeth was so focused on not panting with exhaustion she almost
missed the door they were to stop at.
Nathaniel knocked briefly and opened the door, letting Elizabeth inside.
Doctor Hein stood next Sir Integra, who sat at her desk. It was clear and tidy
except for a microscope, empty syringe, and a small oblong wooden box with
markings carved into it.
Gentle smoke drifted up from Sir Integra's cigar as she watched them enter. Her
face was blank of emotion as Elizabeth staggered slightly over to one of the
chairs in front of her desk, flopping into it. Doctor Hein looked worriedly at
Elizabeth, but didn't speak.
She gave Sir Integra an apologetic look and sat a little straighter in the
chair. The motion alone made her feel dizzy as she tried to focus.
Don't throw up... Don't throw up...
"You wanted to see me Sir?" She said softly, glancing briefly at the doctor. He
was wearing his usual white coat over a pressed white shirt tucked into his
brown pants.
The blonde regarded her for a moment before snuffing out her cigar and nodding
to Nathaniel. "That will be all for now, Nathaniel."
Elizabeth didn't turn to look, but she heard his soft foot steps on the carpet
followed by the soft click of the door.
The three of them sat in silence for a moment before Sir Integra let out a soft
sigh. It was strange for Elizabeth to see her look so... She didn't even know
the word. But that sigh seemed to hold all the weight of importance Elizabeth
was secretly dreading.
"I've asked Doctor Hein here to take some blood." Sir Integra nodded towards
Elizabeth as she sat back in her chair. Elizabeth raised a brow, but held out
her arm as Doctor Hein approached her with the empty syringe.
"Hello again Miss Leonard." He said softly as he glanced over her face.
Elizabeth was too tired to exchange pleasantries and simply nodded. In the last
month and a half they had come to an understanding. She'd let him examine her
and do what needed done, but if he lingered to long she would start to get
irritated. He wasn't a bad guy, but the look in his eyes when he saw her scars
made her cringe. He pitied her and she hated it.
Pulling an alcohol swab from his pocket, he gently rolled her arm over,
exposing the veins. He lifted her sleeve out of the way, wiping a small area on
her arm before sticking the needle in and pulling out a very small amount of
blood.
Elizabeth didn't even feel the prick and watched Sir Integra with a haggard
expression.
"May I ask why you want to take a look at my blood?" Elizabeth motioned toward
the microscope on her desk as Doctor Hein placed a small bandaid on the area
before moving away.
"I believe you are dying."
The words were blunt and yet, sad sounding. She blinked at Sir Integra, her
eyes felt dry. Shouldn't she be tearing up? Should she be...shocked? But
Elizabeth felt no emotion, just confused.
"Sir?"
Sir Integra nodded slightly as Doctor Hein placed her blood on a small slide
and stuck it under the microscope. As he did, Sir Integra continued.
"How much do you know about R. M. Renfield?"
"You mean Dracula's pet?" Elizabeth said softly, her head was beginning to
pound and there were blank spots in her vision. She had to tilt her head to
look sideways at Sir Integra in order to see her properly. Sir Integra smirked
slightly.
"Yes. As you well know from your required reading, Alucard is Dracula. That
being said, the cheap novel Bram Stoker spat out was not without its truths.
Renfield was man Alucard saved from near death after being run over by a
carriage in the slums of London. I'm not sure of the exact date of when it
happened. But I do know that he lived a long time with Alucard as his
companion."
Doctor Hein frowned as he looked into the microscope and pushed it towards Sir
Integra, she stood and looked into it with a critical eye. After a moment she
nodded and motioned for Doctor Hein to leave. Silently he left, leaving the
microscope on her desk.
Elizabeth frowned and slumped back into the chair, too tired to sit straight
any longer. Her chest was starting to ache and her abdomen felt like it was on
fire. Sir Integra sat down again and lit another cigar. She watched Elizabeth
as she started to absently rub her chest.
"I don't know why Alucard saved Renfield, nor you for that matter. But you are
the only two humans he has fed his blood too and lived. You should have died,
just like Renfield should have. And now, because you are not getting what you
need you are starting to die."
"And what do I need?" Elizabeth was barely registering the words now. She felt
that Sir Integra was saying something important, but she couldn't focus
anymore. The blind spots were getting bigger and she began to pant heavily.
Sir Integra stood after setting her cigar in the tray on her desk and began
closing the drapes over the large windows in her office. They were completely
solid and blocked all light into the large room. For a moment Elizabeth
panicked as she thought she was completely blind, but then a light turned on.
Sir Integra stood in front of Elizabeth with a soft look in her eyes as she
gently touched Elizabeth's ebony hair. It was an almost familiar touch and
Elizabeth leaned into her hand as Sir Interga cupped her face with her hands.
They were warm and she felt so cold.
"You need blood, Elizabeth. From the only person who can give it to you."
Elizabeth looked up at Sir Integra, licking her lips before whispering.
"Alucard..."
***** For Better or Worse *****
Chapter Notes
     I was kind of on a roll after the last chapter. ^_^
     Revised on 9/22/2017.
Alucard felt the straps around his body fall away almost like liquid. His eyes
snapped open as he rose to his feet, defying gravity as he came up smoothly.
The wicked grin that stretched across his mouth made his long fangs dig into
his lips harshly.
He let a nasty chuckle escape him as he felt his Master's call. It pulled him
toward her and he felt his eyes glow with anticipation.
Are we under attack?
Does it matter?
He knew his Master was in her office and he felt the sun high in the sky. If it
weren't for such a filling meal from Elizabeth last night he wouldn't be awake
right now. He'd have to thank her later.
He traced his tongue along his fangs as he slipped into the shadows. He wanted
to find her, surely a small detour wouldn't be so bad. Whatever impending doom
that awaited them could wait.
Alucard found their link in his mind easily, but felt himself still as he
touched his mind to it. It felt cold, empty, almost distant. He pushed a little
harder to try and figure out where she was, and was surprised when he
discovered she was in his Master's office.
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Sir Integra waited.
Elizabeth had passed out moments after she released the hold on Alucard.
Knowing him, she knew he would track Elizabeth and would come to her. She had
left her in the chair, covered with her suit jacket as she leaned against her
desk finishing her cigar.
It didn't take long.
Alucard emerged from the shadows of the room. His black leather straight jacket
almost blending in with the darkness. His hair had faded back to his usual
black, his eyes glowing a dangerous blood red.
"You've been busy." Integra spat at him as she snuffed out her cigar and stood
away from her desk. She motioned toward Elizabeth, "I warned you and now this
girl is going to die because of your stupidity."
Alucard kept his face blank as he stepped forward in front of his Master and
looked down at Elizabeth's limp body draped in the chair. His Master's jacket
was draped over her and up to her chin. She looked like she was dead and
Alucard stilled. Not moving, not breathing. Not that he needed to.
"You forgot didn't you?" Integra spat at him again as she slammed her fist down
on her desk with force.
Alucard looked at her with indifference, "Forgot what, Master?"
"Renfield." She narrowed her eyes at him and nodded toward Elizabeth. "You
stupid pompous ass. You forgot about the only other human you have ever fed
your blood to. And now because of your forgetfulness she's dying all over
again."
Alucard licked his lips remembering his companion all those years ago. Other
than his Master, who he was still angry with over his recent incarceration,
Renfield was the only soul he had ever pondered calling 'friend'. As the
realization dawned on him, he looked at Elizabeth.
Her once beautiful face was ashen and sunk in. Her bones were clearly visible
as he looked down her legs. The scars stood out starkly and the veins in her
legs were turning black. She was dying right before his eyes, again.
Integra growled slightly as she snatched the small oblong box off her desk and
chucked it at him. He caught it easily and recognized it almost immediately.
"Congratulations Alucard. You got what you wanted. A companion." Her voice was
nasty and her eyes viscous, as she moved from her desk to get up in his face as
much as her height would allow.
"This is your mess and you're going to fix it. And if you don't, I'll make the
rest of your existence on this planet make you beg God for the forgiveness you
don't deserve."
They stared at each other, dangerous unspoken words between them. Integra held
his gaze for a moment longer before leaving her office and slamming the door
behind her.
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Her throat was burning.
Thick liquid fire scorched her throat. Elizabeth felt the acid like substance
sink into her. It was rancid and it made her want to vomit. She tried to cough,
but more came regardless.
She felt her body jerk violently as she swallowed it down, having no choice
even as it choked and gagged her.
There was a distant pressure in her head, dull and flickering. She tried to
focus on the familiar feeling, but it eluded her and Elizabeth felt her
consciousness slipping back as the darkness became cold and blacker than black.
A harsh sting hit her face and she pulled back from drifting to wherever she
was going to. The pressure in her mind was back with force this time and the
nasty taste in her mouth slowly turned to sweet coppery cinnamon.
Cinnamon?
The pressure broke as she began to hungrily gulp down the liquid. It tasted so
good now.
Why had it tasted so bad before?
It was better than water, better than anything she'd ever tasted and she wanted
more.
So thirsty...
A soft sigh flitted through her mind as something caressed the inside of her.
It stirred something low in her abdomen and she immediately recognized the
feeling. She moaned softly as the feeling intensified as she drank.
Now she was burning for an entirely different reason and Elizabeth let her mind
be caressed by the outside presence that was there with her. It felt so hot it
was almost cold. There were feelings of relief, obsession, confusion, regret
and arousal. All mixing into her own as she drank. Her moans grew with
intensity, louder and more demanding.
The tightness in Elizabeth's lower abdomen was increasing and she vaguely felt
a tingling between her thighs.
So good...
I want more...
The coppery, cinnamon tasting liquid sent shivers down her spine as her climax
peaked and she felt her body shake and tremble as she screamed. Elizabeth
barely felt the wetness between her thighs as the darkness receded and was
replaced with white. After a moment it faded slowly back to black.
The liquid stopped flowing into her mouth and she felt herself drift off as the
pressure in her mind settled and became something firm, almost tangible. It
felt like when she first met Alucard.
It felt like home.
She was finally...
Home.
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Alucard cradled Elizabeth in his arms as he absently ran his fingers through
her ebony locks. He had shed his straight jacket and was bare chested as he
pressed her to him.
His blood coated her mouth and chest. He was glad that his Master's jacket and
carpet had been stained with his blood. They were completely ruined and though
it was not enough to compensate his incarceration, it was a start. His Master
would bitch about it incessantly and he couldn't wait to hear it.
Looking down, he slowly caressed Elizabeth's now full and slightly pink face
with his large hand. She was still delicate looking but in the month and a half
away from her he could tell she had filled out more and no longer looked like a
petite girl. She now looked like a woman.
Woman or no, she was certainly going to be trouble from here on out.
Renfield was completely different from her. Or perhaps, it was the other way
around? He wasn't sure. But as he recalled, Renfield had never found sexual
pleasure from consuming his blood. He had to force Renfield to drink in order
for him to survive. This woman gulped it down like it was the last substance on
earth. And she had an orgasm as she did, bringing him along for the ride.
He didn't mind. It was different having someone give him that kind of pleasure
and he would have been lying if he said that he hadn't enjoyed it. Feeling it
from inside her mind was something he wanted more of. It had been intense and
he almost lost his focus twice.
He had a giant stain on his leather pants as proof, the bulge still demanding
more. But that would have to wait. She had to recover and he needed the bond to
fully set or else there could be other complications.
Elizabeth stirred for a moment, burying her face into his chest as he held her.
The movement was natural and he felt himself sigh inwardly.
This woman...
Reaching over, he grabbed the oblong wooden box were he had dropped it and
proceeded to open it. It had been a long time since he had given this to
Renfield. He was surprised Abraham Hellsing had kept it all these years, the
bastard.
Alucard pulled out a black metallic necklace with a small tear shaped blood
colored gem hanging from it. It had been his mothers necklace. His father had
forged it himself from the metals in their surrounding foothills. The gem was a
symbol in and of itself. It was the only tear he had ever shed as a vampire.
Placing it around Elizaneth's neck, he had to admit his tear looked better on
her than it did Renfield. More alluring.
Alucard stood, discarding his Master's jacket as he melted into the shadows
with her in his arms. She was a part of him now. For better or worse. In some
cases less than his police girl and in other ways more.
Only time would tell what the outcome would be.
***** Knowledge/ Consent/ Instinct *****
Chapter Notes
     Revised on 9/22/2017.
Alucard was sitting in his chair in his room. Feet crossed at the ankle and
resting on the table. The chair was tilted so the chair rested on its back two
legs. Elizabeth was wrapped around him, straddling his lap and arms laced
around his neck. Her head rested on his shoulder and she breathed deep, smooth
breaths.
Dying almost twice takes a lot out of a person, he mused.
He had previously attempted to place her in his coffin, but the moment he was
about to set her down she wrapped herself around him tightly. The thought of
breaking her limbs seemed out of the question so, despite his grumbles he sat
down with her around him.
At first it was an inconvioence. He knew that the first few hours were critical
for their bond to cement and he had to stay close to her. But he hadn't
expected her to cling to him so forcefully. Elizabeth's arms and legs were
already channeling a fraction of his strength from the bond, and it wasn't even
complete yet.
It had been a hour since he sat down, setting his feet on the table. Her thighs
tightened slightly at his motion before he held still. The position wasn't
meant to be sexual, but that didn't matter. Alucard was very aware of her
thighs and how thicker they were, how they felt around him. His irritation
disappeared slowly as he caressed her thigh and ass with his hand. She had
definitely filled out more and now that their bond was holding, his strength
was lending itself to her muscles. Alucard had managed to control himself, but
only just.
To complete their bond, she had to be awake. The next stage was up to her.
Elizabeth stirred after another half hour. Alucard had amused himself by
running his hands all over her shoulders, back, ass and thighs during this
time. The motions slowly bringing her awake.
Turning her head, she gazed at him with blurry vision. Alucard smirked as his
eyes watched her from so close. After a moment Elizabeth focused on him and
realized the position they were in. He half expected her to start some kind of
hysterical behavior, but he shouldn't have been surprised when she sighed and
snuggled more into him. She nuzzled his neck and took in a deep breath of his
scent. He shuttered inwardly.
She is definitely not like Renfield...
"How long have I been out?" Elizabeth was unusually calm as she spoke. She felt
light and yet completely grounded. It was a good, solid feeling and she loved
it.
"An hour and a half, give or take." His deep voice rumbled as he spoke.
Elizabeth pushed her self up so she was straddling his lap. She stared a little
at his bare chest and with some effort looked away, face flushed.
Alucard snickered at her shyness, "I think due to our present situation, being
bashful is a waste of time."
"I'm sorry? Our situation?" She looked at back him with raised eye brows.
Frowning, she rubbed the center of her chest. "Wasn't I dying?" Something
caught her eye as she noticed the necklace around her neck. "What's this?"
Alucard nodded, "For the second time, yes. And that is a family heirloom, mine
actually. You'll need to wear it till everything is set."
"I don't understand." She played with the the tear drop shaped jewel. It was
blood red and glittered in the soft light of the room.
Alucard looked at her blankly for a moment.
"Alucard?"
"How much do you remember the first night we met?" He asked, red eyes serious.
"Well, I remember the children and mistress as ghouls. I remember you,
Lawrence; I'd say a good chunk. Why?"
"Do you remember how you survived? How you ended up here?"
Elizabeth thought for a moment. It was a little hazy, the last thing she
remembered was him leaning over her. And the next she was in his arms in Sir
Integra's office.
"Well, I-I admit I can't seem to remember much." She mumbled nervously now, she
didn't like that she couldn't remember.
"It's because you were very near death. I fed you my blood so your soul
wouldn't separate from you body as I licked your wounds close."
Elizabeth blinked slowly at him, a jumble of thoughts running through her mind.
"And I almost died again, from not drinking your blood just now?"
He nodded, "Going so long without having my blood to complete the bond was
slowly killing you. Our nightly connection with me draining your energy to
stave off blood pain didn't help. Last night in particular was dangerous."
Alucard grinned deviously at her as she looked away with her face burning all
the way up to her ears. She ignored the fact that she straddled him and crossed
her arms to appear tougher than she felt.
"Sir Integra mentioned Renfield, your pet. Is that what I am now? Your pet? Is
that why I have to wear this necklace?" Her voice was harsher than she
intended, but it felt better to be angry than it did to feel embarrassed.
Alucard laughed and Elizabeth bristled. Glaring at him, she had half a mind to
slap him again, but stopped because she didn't want to break her hand once
more. His laugh was deep and way too sexy for his own good. Elizabeth glared
harder at him and when he finally stopped he looked at her with serious eyes
that made her heart flutter.
"Renfield was nothing compared to you. He was a companion yes, but he never
acted like you. He was never happy with the fact that I kept him with me. He
was loyal, and a complete drunkard. Surprisingly, very popular with women. He
served me for a good century before he died."
"A century?!" Surprised, Elizabeth jumped a little. "Will I live that long?"
"I don't know."
His answer was a little anticlimactic. She sighed and shook her head. Fiddling
with the end of her hair as she thought about even the possibility of living
that long.
"To answer your second question that necklace has deep connection with me. It
will help to set our bond and keep outside influences from trying to attack or
twist it to their advange. A good luck charm if you will."
"So what now? I mean, our bond is done right? What do we do now?"
Alucard regarded her for a moment before putting his feet down, the chair
pitching forward to land on all fours. The suddenly moment made Elizabeth
almost fall backwards. Without a thought she gripped his bare shoulders to
steady herself, she blinked at him. She was pretty sure she was going to land
on her ass but she hadn't. The motion was smooth, almost second nature.
He smirked at her and brought his hands up to her face, cupping it in his large
hands. Elizabeth fought to not blush, but she could tell she was failing. Him
touching her made her insides tingle.
"The bond is not set and it needs to be complete before it will be. There's no
going back from what has been done. If the bond is not completed you will die.
Maybe not today, but soon."
"Okay." Her voice was a little breathy, but she didn't shy away. "What will
happen when the bond sets?"
"You'll have access to all my power, or as much as your body will allow.
Already consuming my blood again has strengthened your body and your mind. In
Renfield's case, I had to force him to drink it on a regular basis so the bond
was always in a state of flux. He never took it willingly and never opened
himself up mentally to make a strong link. You on the other hand, have done
both with knowledge, consent and pure instinct. Ours is stronger in that way."
He paused for a moment as his thumbs stroked her cheeks, "As for the rest of
it, I don't know. You could turn into a complete slave, no better than a ghoul.
You could be my equal. It's all uncharted at this point."
"So you can't turn me into a vampire, right?" Elizabeth bit her lip softly as
she watched his red eyes. There was a flash behind them, but it was gone in a
moment.
"No. I won't be able to. I was unable to turn you the moment my blood touched
your lips so close to death. You'll be bound to me, for as long as our bond
remains. You can still die if you take enough damage, but you'll heal faster
and it will take a lot to kill you. You are human, but now you are more. You
are alive, but you are also dead. Almost a vampire, but not."
Elizabeth let out a breath she hadn't know she was holding, "So I'll never be
like Seras was to you..." She closed her eyes in the face of her honesty. It
had been on her mind since she learned of his previous fledgling. She'd never
compare to her, she'd been a great woman from how Sir Integra had described
her. Elizabeth wasn't destined to belong to Alucard in that way. But she still
belonged to him and though she hated being property, she knew it wasn't the
same thing. With Alucard she didn't mind, she wanted to belong to him. It felt
right somehow.
When she opened her eyes Alucard's face was completely blank and he had stopped
all movement. Including breathing.
"Alucard?"
He blinked for a moment and then smirked at her, "No, you'll never be like my
police girl. You are my poisonous Lily."
Elizabeth blushed and brought her hands up to her face to hide it as Alucard
removed his, chuckling.
"So how do we set this bond?" Elizabeth mumbled behind her hands.
"Ah, that's up to you."
She looked at him through her fingers, "Say that again?"
Alucard sighed, "In order for the bond to set you have to be the one to do so."
He made it sound simple and she snorted at him, "Right. Piece of cake."
He grinned wickedly at her, "Now your getting the idea."
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"This feels stupid." Elizabeth complained as she rubbed her temples.
"It's because you won't shut up and concentrate." Alucard snapped back.
They were sitting facing each other. Alucard sitting in the chair while she sat
on the table, legs hanging down between his knees. He had instructed her to
find their link in her mind and follow it back to him. Connecting the circuit
in a way, like the first time she had dreamed of him after her fight with
Captain Edward. She had to willingly and consciously do it for it to set.
While she could feel the link, she couldn't seem to trace it back to him. It
felt blocked, like there was something in her way keeping her from him. The
more she pushed the bigger the block seem to get and it was starting to give
her a headache.
"I am concentrating you ass. I told you, it doesn't feel Iike before. It feels
blocked. Like there's something physically there."
He snorted at her. Leaning forward, he laced his long fingers under her
necklace and pulled her forward. Snapping her eyes open, she looked at him
before glaring. He was sneering dangerously at her.
"If you continue to insult me I'm going to do something really nasty. So shut
your trap and concentrate."
She slapped his hand away, and was slightly surprised that as hard as she hit
his hand it didn't hurt. She barely felt it. She'd be damned if she let him see
her shock though.
"You're not helping." Elizabeth ground the words out through clenched teeth.
"Then what would you suggest that could help you set this cursed thing?" His
impatience and anger was pissing her off.
"How about you shut up and let me think for a fucking moment? If I'm supposed
to do it then I should be able to do it how it feels right to me. Not how
Renfield did it how every many centuries ago."
Alucard sneered more and sat back in his chair, purposely placing his hands
behind his head. The movement made the muscles of his chest stand out and
Elizabeth stared at him for a moment before throwing her hands up in the air.
"Jesus Christ!" She swore at him and his sneer turned into a smirk. "Ugh, I
can't even look at you." She hopped down from the table and began pacing the
room to give her mind a chance to think without constantly being reminded of
Alucard's sex appeal.
Elizabeth knew she was attracted to him sexually. But there was more. Almost a
kinship between them. Completely unspoken. It felt right to be with him the
moment he touched her. She was afraid if she didn't get this right, she would
loose that feeling and she didn't want that.
Elizabeth wanted Alucard. Wanted him to want her. She knew deep down that they
would never be equals, but a partnership. An understanding of trust. She didn't
think that was beyond him. She didn't know how he felt though and it made her
feel nervous.
Frowning she paced more as Alucard leaned his head back and closed his eyes,
looking bored.
Fucking dick, I'm over here trying to figure this out and he's just sitting
there being bored.
Ugh, I really am a complete idiot...
"Yes, you are."
Halting, she stared at him, "What?"
"You are a complete idiot, and your right. I am bored. I've never been so bored
in all my time on this wretched planet." He casually looked at her before
smirking.
"You can hear what I'm thinking?"
"Part of the bond. I'm the Master here, so I get the perks, as they say." He
was gloating, the bastard.
Growling she found herself in front of him as she slapped him with everything
she had. The anger had been quick, scalding and she didn't care. She didn't
care when his head snapped around and she still didn't care when blood dripped
from his nose.
Alucard turned his head slowly towards her, the blood had already stopped. He
licked his chin with his long tongue to get the blood that had trickled there.
Fangs slightly extended, Alucard's eyes glowed in the darkened room.
"You're a thousand years too early if you think you can take me on, Lily." His
voice was dangerous, low and Elizabeth cursed inwardly at how sexy it sounded.
"Oh yeah? Try me, Fang Boy." She growled back, looking down at him still
sitting there.
He met her growl with one of his own as he ran his tongue over his sharp teeth.
There silence stretched out between them before he lunged at her.
***** Setting The Bond *****
Chapter Notes
     Revised on 9/23/2017.
Elizabeth slammed into the wall with enough force to crack it. Stones fell to
the floor in large chunks as dirt, dust and bits of mortar peppered everything
it came in contact with. It took a moment for her lungs to start working as the
air was knocked out of her.
Alucard had shoved her against the wall so fast and with such force her brain
couldn't keep up. Wheezing, she sputtered and glared up at him as she finally
was able to take a deep breath. Surprisingly, while she did hurt, it wasn't
unbearable.
His face loomed over her, fangs extended with jagged looking teeth. He had her
by her arms effectively pinning them against the crumbling wall. He looked
violent, dangerous and the aura demonic energy pressed down on her as the room
seemed to fill with an oppressive presence.
The room had darkened and it took Elizabeth a moment to realize why, the lamp
had broken from being knocked over. She could also see glowing red eyes from
the shadows. Surprisingly, she could still see him clearly in the darkness. His
gloved hands dug into her arms, the pain was sharp. It didn't seem to bother
her though, it was...strange. Pain felt muted somehow.
As they stared at each other Elizabeth noticed the block on their link had
wavered slightly, it didn't seem as solid. She forced her arms to move against
his hands, he wasn't holding her with his full strength. Yanking one of her
arms away from him, she back handed him with force. The back of her hand caught
one of his fangs and sliced into it with a searing pain that did hurt. The
block on their link wavered again and Elizabeth suddenly had an idea.
Alucard grinned at her as he licked the her blood from his fang in a slow and
deliberate way.
"If you want to spill blood there are other ways to—"
Elizabeth didn't let him finish before she leaned back into the wall, bringing
both feet up and in fluid motion she planted them hard into his bare chest. She
could feel the strength in her legs as she shoved him off of her.
He stumbled backward enough to let her arms go. As soon as his gloved fingers
left her arms, Elizabeth lunged at him with enough force to knock him down on
the floor. She was much stronger now and her veins seemed to burn with energy.
It was exhilarating to be able to have the strength to knock him flat on his
back.
Straddling his bare chest, she cocked her fist back to punch him. Elizabeth
wasn't fully focused on what she was doing though, her concentration was mostly
on their link. Whenever she hit him, it wavered, becoming thinner. However,
when she went to push against it, it became thicker again. The harder she tried
to push at it the more it pushed back, making her head throb.
Frustration escaped her in a yell as Alucard gripped her wrists. Applying
pressure, the pain came quick and Elizabeth screamed from it. She could feel
her bones start to crack and struggled to get her wrists free. It dawned on
Elizabeth that she was stupid for thinking any position she managed to get him
was giving her the upper hand.
"Goddamnit!" Screaming, she tried harder to shake her wrists free. Alucard
laughed deep and low as he watched her struggle. The blood from the cut on her
hand trickled down and stained his white gloves as he held her harshly.
With one last struggle Elizabeth stopped, letting her arms go limp and her
fists unclench. Refusing to look at him, she closed her eyes and leaned her
head back. She didn't want to cry, but the tears slipped out anyway.
Frustration, anger, confusion mixed in a jumbled mess as tears ran tracks down
her cheeks, cutting through the dirt on her face.
Their link felt like there was a massive chunk of steel blocking it now. All of
her efforts to try and get through it seemed to make it stronger than ever. She
felt hopeless, a familiar sickening feeling that she thought she had finally
gotten rid of when Lawrence was blown away in a pile of ash.
Elizabeth took a shuddering breath as she tried to not sob.
Alucard watched Elizabeth as silent tears fell down her cheeks and neck. Her
body held no more tension, completely passive. Slowly, he released her wrists.
They were bruised now, almost black from the damage he had done. Arms limp, her
hands rested on his bare chest, warming his cool skin with her warmth
unknowingly.
They were both covered in dust and dirt for head to toe. Alucard could feel
their link waver, he couldn't feel the block Elizabeth had said was there, but
it didn't matter. If the link stayed in this fluctuating state it could be
disastrous for both of them. Alucard felt further down their link where he
could feel a whisper of her emotions.
Anger and confusion were at the forefront. But under it were bits of incomplete
thoughts. Shuffling through them like a deck of cards, he slowly gathered what
the problem was. She was trying too hard. She was trying to force it by pushing
herself through. Elizabeth needed to relax and not focus so hard, he had a
feeling that once she did their bond would set and this ridiculous display of
haphazard dominance could end.
He sighed inside himself, this woman needed to trust her instincts better.
Obviously violence wasn't going to solve the issue. Her psyche was already as
scarred as the rest of her body with that.
What she needed was something softer, the problem was he didn't know if he had
the ability to show it. His police girl had reminded him he could be if he
really wanted to, but it wasn't the kind of thing he did openly. Their
connection was one of Master and fledgling. She had loved him completely, which
was an annoyance at times. He didn't want her to love him, just her loyalty.
With Renfield it was a connection of loyalty, but he had been such a hand full
that when he finally had met his end it was almost a relief. He was not a
babysitter.
Elizabeth didn't love him, at least he thought so anyway. She was loyal, but
not to the point where she would lose herself completely to it. And then there
was the sexual aspect. He'd almost damned himself for not turning her when he
had the chance, but perhaps this would be better. Perhaps he could be what she
needed...
Alucard stilled at the thought...
What the hell? What she needed?
Alucard stared at Elizabeth as she wiped her eyes with the back of her bruised
wrist. The motion caused the wet tears to muddy the dirt on her face.
Alucard closed his eyes as it finally made sense. She couldn't complete the
bond because like all mental links they were a two way street. She had given up
her control to him without question, something she had never done with anyone
else. In order for her to set this bond between them he was going to have to
give up his control to her. There was only one person he had given control to
and his gloves were a constant reminder of that.
Fuck...
Sighing audibly, Alucard looked up at Elizabeth, who wasn't looking at him
still. Instead she had focused on something in the darkness that surrounded
them. The oppressive energy in the room slowly disappeared as he let his power
fade.
Reaching up, he touched the side of her face with his hand and turned it gently
so she would look at him. Elizabeth's eyes were still moist from her tears and
he was struck with how beautiful that painful confused look was.
Such a beautifully scarred human...
Sitting up slowly, he wrapped his other arm around her waist as he leaned down
towards her face. Elizabeth stared back, slightly startled at the gentle touch
and his proximity to her.
He rested his forehead against hers for a moment. Taking a deep breath, the
scent of her shampoo filling his lungs. It was a sharp citrus scent, but not
over powering.
"Alucard..."
Elizabeth whispered his name, so much emotion in that whisper. He could feel it
in their link as well, tracing soft hues of color along the inside of his mind.
She wrapped her arms around his back and pulled herself closer to his bare
chest. Timidly, she let her lips graze his in an almost kiss. Alucard felt his
body respond automatically.
He wanted her. That same deep feeling from when he was in his coffin came
stronger now that she was pressed against him. He growled, but not with anger
or violence. It was a different sound completely. Lacing his fingers in her
long hair he brought their lips together.
It was almost painful how gentle it was. However it didn't last long as it
quickly deepened. His tongue slipped into hers and she responded in kind.
Alucard traced his hand up her scared back, the sensation of their kiss and
hand making her moan with want.
Elizabeth's heart was beating too fast but she didn't stop kissing him. Her
tongue briefly touching his sharp teeth, pricking it and letting drops of blood
coat the inside of his mouth. Alucard moaned deeply, chest rumbling with need.
He kissed her mouth hungrily as she ran her fingers through his semi long hair.
Suddenly, it felt like there was too many clothes between them. She pulled
back, breaking their kiss to get her shirt off. Alucard quickly brought his
hands to the cloth and ripped it off her, bra too.
Exposing her breasts effectively, Alucard traced his tongue down her neck, over
her scars and down to the soft delicate skin as he laid her down on the cold
stone floor. Elizabeth took a quick breath from the chill but it was soon
replaced with haughty moans as he sucked on one of her nipples.
His touch was like fire against her skin and though he wore gloves, she could
feel is need for her. Elizabeth gasped sharply as his fangs brushed her skin.
His free hand dug at her shorts and with a grunt he ripped those off too with
her panties.
Tossing the shredded clothing aside, Alucard pulled back to look at her. Red
eyes taking in her completely scarred, beautiful skin. All that ebony hair
framed her perfectly and she looked good enough to eat.
Running his hands up her body, he straddled her with his long body. Their
mouths found each other again as Elizabeth reached down to his pants. Her touch
was timid and there was an over whelming sense of nervousness. Hand touching
the button of his pants she suddenly stopped.
Lawrence's face flashed in her mind and she shuddered. Alucard growled as he
felt their bond waver with old pain. Pulling back her looked at her with
glowing red eyes.
Elizabeth swallowed hard, "I... I'm sorry. I don't think..." Her eyes darted
around trying to look anywhere else expect Alucard. The nervousness she felt
before was back ten fold and old memories flickered faster, coming in waves.
Alucard kissed her bare shoulder gently and didn't say anything. Elizabeth
closed her eyes and took a shaky breath. Alucard was not Lawrence. She needed
to remember that. Reaching up she ran her fingers through his hair.
Concentrating on the feel of him, closing her eyes as he began to kiss up her
neck and to her jaw line.
Gloved hands massaged her bare hips, causing her to moan softly. Alucard sucked
on her neck, letting his fangs almost break skin. Elizabeth shuddered and
moaned louder at the sensation. She felt his hand slip lower between her legs,
touching the wetness there. Hips jerking up to meet his fingers, Elizabeth let
out a loud lust filled moan.
Alucard let the fabric of his gloves caress her wet clit in long strokes. Her
wetness soaked into his gloves and the thought of all that wetness going to
waste seemed a shame.
Pulling back from her neck where he'd left a deep red mark, Alucard slid down
and cupped her ass to bring her closer to his face. Elizabeth let out squeak in
surprise before his tongue licked her soft, wet folds turning her squeak into
passion-filled noises.
Alucard could tell she was close to her peak and regretfully, pulled away. The
moment he stopped she cupped his face and pulled him to her lips. He was
surprised by her sudden forcefulness but he returned her kiss with interest.
Elizabeth reached down with her hands again, this time she wasn't flooded with
nervousness or memories of Lawrence. There was only Alucard. She rubbed the
bulge of his leather pants and felt a wave of happiness as he shuddered above
her. He moaned deeply when she managed to get his pants unbuttoned and with a
little more effort she got them unzipped. Pulling his pants down as far as she
could, she felt more than saw his hardness against her skin.
Growling and slightly panting, Alucard brought his hand down to guide himself.
Pre-cum had made the tip wet, but it was nothing compared to the warmth of her
wet folds.
Elizabeth stiffened slightly at the feel of him pressed against her opening.
Her arms laced around his neck as her lilac eyes looked into his glowing red
ones. She didn't know what to expect and the nervousness was starting to seep
in again.
Alucard leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Breathe."
Slowly he pressed into her tight, swollen wetness. Elizabeth sucked in a breath
as the feel of him stretched her, feeling the pain. Alucard pressed in until he
came to her barrier, Elizabeth was panting, whimpering almost. He licked along
her neck and before she could fully relax, he pushed hard against her hymen as
he bit her.
Elizabeth screamed as the mix of pain and pleasure made her dig her nails into
his shoulders. Alucard growled as her blood rushed into his mouth, hips moving
to pump in and out of her tight, sweet wetness.
Her blood was sweet at first, and slowly became richer. Like a fine wine that
had aged expertly in a matter of moments rather than years. Alucard had bitten
others during sex, but never a virgin that he had taken at the same time. It
tingled his senses and he felt himself moan with pleasure along with her.
Wet slapping sounds filled the empty space between their passionate voices as
he began to pound into her. Elizabeth brought her legs up to wrap around his
hips.
Alucard faintly felt their mental link sing with her pleasure and it made him
drink deeper. He felt euphoria wash over him in waves as the world seemed to
tilt. He briefly realized he was drunk on her.
Elizabeth began to scream louder as she felt herself climax. He was much larger
than she thought and she wasn't even really sure how she was able to take all
of him. The feel of Alucard moving inside of her and drinking down her blood
made her feel light headed.
Gripping his shoulders harder, she felt the orgasm crash against her and in
that moment, of pure unhinged passion, the block on their link dropped.
***** Blood Red *****
Chapter Notes
     My sincerest appologies for the long wait between chapters! Had an
     unexpected visitor and a family memeber passed away. Y_Y
     But...I'm back. Rest assured I'll be posting regularly again. I'm so
     happy to see people are still giving this kudos and reading it while
     I was gone. I fully intend to finish this.
     I hope this chapter isn't a let down, it went through a couple of
     rewrites. Please comment if you can. It helps me to keep going; it's
     a great inspiration.
     So without further ado, here it is!
     Revised on 9/23/2017.
Alucard pulled away from her neck as he came inside her, filling her
completely. Her orgasm had tipped him over the edge and on its heels, he felt
their link cement fully. His nerves throbbed becoming overly sensitive. He felt
Elizabeth mentally rush down their link and hit him in force. Her energy
wrapped around him much more intensely than when he had first felt their link.
He thrust into her more, their hot mixture squeezing out and running down
between them. Alucard was amazed by how good it felt to have her completely.
Their bond was far deeper than with any he had had before. It settled into the
lowest parts of his psyche in a warm wash over his nerves. Comforting. Almost
the same sensation of a good stretch.
Elizabeth raked her nails down his arms, drawing blood from deep scratches.
They healed almost immediately with a soft grunt from Alucard. His mind felt
like chaos, unfiltered, violent, evil chaos. Her body trembled on the verge of
fits as she came again, his long thick length driving her to another wave of
estacy mixed in with the horror.
Madness backlashed into her mind in harsh painful gashes, it was too much to
bear and she screamed in pain. All the pain she had felt in her entire life was
nothing compared to the all consuming torture that filled her. The darkness
that came next laced around her and cut through her veins like they were
nothing. She was nothing compaired to the darkness, to that pain. Nothing.
All previous pleasure had been washed away, replaced with dark madness.
Elizabeth felt like her blood was on fire and the flashes of what she could
only assume where Alucard's past memories seared into her brain. Battles,
screaming, gun fire, blood ran deep but the emotion, what he felt during the
memories was more harmful because it was every emotion at once. Her heart
thundered in her chest on the brink of exploding and she desperately tried to
claw her eyes out. Anything to make the pain stop, make the images and emotion
stop. Anything.
Alucard held her wrists down to keep her from doing so. If he could feel the
depth of their bond, hers would be no different. He wasn't sure how she would
react, but by the pain that echoed in their link, he knew she was trying to
accommodate more than her human body could allow for.
"Lily, you have to let go. You're not a true nosforatu, you cannot absorb all
of it." He growled at her as she fought against him, she definitely was gaining
his strength. Her arms pushed against him and he gritted his teeth with effort
to keep her arms down at ther sides.
"Breathe through it and let go." His voice was harsh as her eyes bled to black,
errasing the lilac color and the surrounding white from them. Soulless looking
eyes stared at him, the black shifting and moving in almost invisible depths.
Elizabeth arched her back against Alucard as her scream echoed louder in the
room. It was almost deafening before it broke and silence decended. She managed
to force herself to breathe, a deep ragged breath as the darkness and it's
horrific, graphic madness sunk into her nerves. Etching the deepest parts of
her where nothing should ever touch. She felt more than heard the manic
laughter as it did.
Alucard watched as Elizabeth's fully black eyes bled back, exposing the color
of her irises again. He didn't show it, but he was relieved. There was a moment
where he thought she might die from the bond setting. Alucard wasn't sure what
the back lash of that would be, but something told him that if she died now it
was going to cause some damage. More so than his police girl's death.
This bond is deep, far too deep for a human. I can feel her heartbeat echo in
my head, not just my ears.
Watching her closely, he was drawn to her eyes even more as the black
disappeared to be replaced with her left eye, its normal lilac color; the right
eye however, was as deep a red as his own.
Elizabeth collapsed down again onto the floor, chest heaving to get enough
oxygen as Alucard tried to figure out how one of her eyes could have changed.
She wasn't a vampire, she was human. Why only one? Why one at all?Curiosity had
him staring down at her. This was definitely uncharted territory.
Elizabeth grew limp and her vision started to fade as she looked at Alucard. He
was a blurry mass above her, the edges of her vision flickering. She meant to
say something but she felt herself start to drift away. The last thing she
remembered was the faint humming of their now, fully set bond in her mind.
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Darkness.
Elizabeth was becoming familiar with darkness and all its many forms. Sometimes
it was warm and comforting. Other times it was cold and desolate.
And other times it was like it was now.
It was a presence, a force. It held weight and knew exactly who she was.
It wasn't the same darkness as Alucard, this was different from that. It
felt...more.
In her past experience there was only one other time she had felt such a weight
and it was when she had learned the truth the darkness held. It had been a
harsh lesson, but because of it she had no fear of it.
Numerous red eyes opened around her as they watched. Elizabeth knew she wasn't
dead, the bond was humming along her nerves. She could almost see Alucuard in
her mind...interesting.
The eyes regarded her and she looked back at them, waiting.
After a moment she heard the manic laughter of what sounded like many in the
darkness.
"You are...unique...Elizabeth...Catherine...Leonard." Voices echoed in varying
pitches and tones as they spoke in unison.
Elizabeth swallowed nervously, she had a feeling that them, whoever they were,
knowing her name was not a good thing.
More manic laughter followed and it grated on her skin. She rubbed her arms to
try and make the feeling disappear.
"So you know my name, but who are you? What are you?"
"We are...darkness...given form... We live...as He...lives..."
"He? You mean, Alucard?"
"Yes..."
"But you're not Alucard, you don't feel like him." Elizabeth frowned.
"No... We are...the darkness...in place...of...his soul. We are...his to
control...his to use..."
"Are you demons?"
"Yes..." The darkness smiled, she didn't know how she knew that, but she knew
it smiled and it was unnerving.
"So what do you want with me?"
The darkness was silent. The eyes came closer, surrounding and boring into her
like they could see her soul.
"We have...waited...a long
time...for...you....Elizabeth...Catherine...Leonard...and we...shall
have...you... We shall...have our...freedom..."
"I-I don't understand." She tried to back up, but there was no where to go.
Completely surrounded she shivered, it was growing colder. So, so cold. Rubbing
her arms Elizabeth felt she needed to run to get away. Panic started to set in
as the eyes grew closer still.
"Freedom?" She whispered. Elizabeth held her breath as the eyes stopped,
seemingly inches from her.
"Yes... Freedom...from the...chains... You are...unique."
The manic laughter echoed all around her, the eyes blinking in unison.
Elizabeth felt something, someone, grip her wrist and pull her backwards. The
sudden motion made her yelp in surprise before she found herself drowning.
Hot, thick liquid surrounded her and threatened to suffocate her. Elizabeth
tried to swim, struggling to not panic and figure out which way was up, but the
liquid was so dense she couldn't see which way the bubbles were going.
Against her will her mouth opened and she felt the liquid slip across her
tongue.
Blood. It's blood.
Elizabeth closed her mouth and forced the blood out, the coppery taste was
bitter and seemed to stain her tongue.
Finally, after another few panic filled moments, the hand that had grabbed her
before was back. It yanked her forward this time and Elizabeth tumbled onto the
ground.
She sputtered and coughed until her lungs were clear. The thick blood coating
the grassy ground beneath her.
Once she managed to get her breath enough she opened her eyes.
Elizabeth found herself on the soft grass of the grounds surrounding the
Hellsing Manor. It was nighttime and the moon was high above the tree line, but
it didn't cast white light, but red. The moon's deep crimson color cast long
shadows and gave the grounds a creepy, eerie feeling.
"What the fuck..." She said softly, standing up. She realized she was clothed
now, though bare footed, she wore military green shorts and a black tank top.
More shocking, there were no scars to be seen.
Perfect skin was illuminated by the red light and Elizabeth stared in wonder as
she traced areas on her arms where scars should have been.
"Hello there." Said a friendly female voice.
Startled, Elizabeth looked up to see a woman. A little taller than her, but
very endowed in the chest and rear area. She wore a the same military green but
a button shirt and mini skirt that Elizabeth would never be daring enough to
wear. The Hellsing seal was stitched into her shoulder.
The woman looked young, short cropped hair that was a little spiky. But what
caught Elizabeth's attention were her bright red eyes and her sharp fangs as
she grinned at a gaping Elizabeth.
"Uh, hello?" Elizabeth said, realizing she probably had a stupid look on her
face.
"Wow! You're gorgeous! Master picked a good one!" The woman grinned again and
gripped her hands behind her back, almost as if she were a young girl ogling a
new toy.
"Master?" Frowning, Elizabeth watched the woman who kept smiling. She seemed
familiar somehow, but she couldn't figure out how. She had definitely never met
her before.
"Oh! You probably don't know who I am. My name is Seras. Seras Victoria."
***** An Interesting Mission (Part 1) *****
Chapter Notes
     Revised on 9/23/2017.
Integra sat in the infirmary, legs crossed casually as she puffed on her cigar.
Her whole body was calm and gave the appearance of casualness that was false
and somewhat forced. Her cobalt eyes were completely focused on the vampire
standing in front of her, meeting his blood red gaze with malice.
"So, explain to me again how you managed to put her into a coma?" The words
were biting as she spoke, giving no room for variance.
"As I said before, I don't know. We set the bond and she collapsed." Alucard
matched his Master's casualness with his own as he leaned against the foot of
the hospital bed where his Lily lay in a deep coma. "It didn't happen before."
His arms crossed over his broad chest, he made sure to keep eye contact. He
didn't know why, but he felt like he needed to stand guard in the room and
watch over her. It was a very useless and powerful need. It was bewildering,
pointless and a pain in the ass. But here he was...
"And you set that bond with violence, sex and blood." It was accusatory and a
statement at the same time. Integra snorted as she spoke and tapped the ashes
of her cigar into a nearby tray.
"You said to fix it. So I did. You do not understand true nosforatu and all
that is possible. Some things require force." Alucard bit the words out,
irritated at the whole situation. He purposefully left out how gentle he had
been. It was disturbing enough without his Master knowing that little bit of
information.
Elizabeth had completely collapsed and he was unable to wake her. Alucard felt
through their bond that she was still there. He'd felt moments of panic and
drowning. Which was...curious. Renfield had never bonded at this depth, so
everything was up in the air. So far she had been in a coma for two days.
Alucard had mused that his Lily's ability to pass out and stay that way for
days was her body's way of protecting her. His Master was not amused at this
revelation.
"Enlighten me on how this is fixing it."
Alucard grew silent, keeping his face blank. The bond had set, his Lily felt
fine now through their bond. Sometimes he got flashes of warmth, shining
moments of color in his minds eye and sometimes surprise. Other times confusion
and a hint of anger. But her body was fine and her soul was still intact. No
matter what he did, nothing woke her. He'd felt her soul rub up against the
bond periodically and it made him shiver.
He'd tried pulling on their bond, but was met with a sharp, brutal pain that
left him growling. He'd given her blood. Hell, he'd slapped her a few times.
Nothing. In what he could only guess was panic, he'd brought her to the
infirmary. Which proved pointless, every test showed she was fine, except for
the coma.
Integra stood and snuffed her cigar out in the tray before walking up to
Alucard to stand in front of him with her arms crossed.
"Regardless of the process you are still responsible."
Alucard merely raised an eye brow, "You're getting rather high and mighty in
you're old age, aren't you Master?"
Integra didn't react to the remark on her age, instead she met his gaze without
wavering. "We have a mission. I expect you to be on your way to Hastings in
five minutes. I will not tolerate your incompetence in that as well."
With that Integra turned on her heel and left the room with a flutter of
curtains. Alucard growled as he watched her leave. He didn't want to leave his
Lily unprotected and unguarded. Another unless feeling that he was growing
quickly tired of. Apparently, their link was bleeding her personality into his.
He'd have to shut the bond down soon if he didn't want to be driven mad by it.
Turning, he looked at the long haired sleeping woman in question. Just gazing
at her, he felt the same possession that he had before. He wanted her, he
wanted her awake and snapping at him like a dog. He wanted her rubbing against
him with her arms laced in his hair again.
There was an irritated noise in the room, and it took a moment for him to
realize it was him growling steadily louder. Once he realized, he stopped and
left the room. It took a lot more will power than he was comfortable admitting,
to not touch her before he left. Alucard just knew if he had, he wouldn't have
been able to leave.
He forced himself to close the bond down to a distant and dull roar. There was
a mission and it was going to require all of his focus.
"Hastings." Alucard smirked as he pulled his glasses with their amber lenses on
and checked his Jackel to make sure it was loaded for werewolf.
"Perhaps a walk is what I need."
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"Seras?"
"Yes, that's me. Well, an echo of her anyway. You can think of me as a part of
her that got left behind when she died." Seras smiled softly, almost sadly as
she spoke.
"But how can that be? And where am I?" Elizabeth motioned around her, "Am I
dead then? Is that why the manor looks abandoned? And seriously, what's up with
the moon?"
Seras continued to smile as she nodded at her questions, "Well, it's unusual,
I'll give you that. This place is a mix of you and Master. You see the manor as
a safe haven, a home. I believe Master sees it as something similar, which is
probably why it's abandoned looking and why the moon is red." she said
thoughtfully.
Elizabeth blinked and stared for a moment. She'd never said it out loud, but in
the last few months, she did consider this her home. The first one she could
ever remember.
"And you're not dead. You're far from it actually. I brought you here so I
could meet you and to get you away from the demons. They are unusually drawn to
you." Seras frowned a little as she spoke.
"Why did they say I could give them freedom?" Elizabeth watched as Seras bit
her bottom lip worriedly.
"I don't know. But, I do know someone who can answer that. He's the only one
besides you that has an idea of what is going on."
"Renfield..." Elizabeth was frowning now, "but he's been dead for centuries
now. How could he be here?"
"Because we're tied to 'em. All of 'em, in 'is many, many forms." Answered a
brusque, deep voice.
Elizabeth turned to look behind her to see a tall, thin man. His hair was brown
and wiry, looking like it hadn't been combed in ages. His coat had a few tears
that had been haphazardly sewn and covered a simple button shirt. Grey slacks
held in place by suspenders which were stretched out, barely kept his pants up.
He too, like Seras and herself, was barefooted. Though he looked unkept, he
wasn't dirty.
Renfield looked Elizabeth over with harsh muddy eyes, his crooked nose hooked
over thin lips as he sneared.
"I'm surprised a small thing like 'ou set the bond. Must've been a 'ell of a
ride." His voice dripped sarcasm with his heavy accent as he smirked.
Elizabeth narrowed her eyes at the obvious dig and crossed her arms over her
chest. "Fuck you..."
Seras visually cringed as she watched the two have a stare down, "Now come on,
we promised to help." She cast a pleading glance at Renfield.
The thin man smirked as a soft chuckle escaped him, "'ou've got spunk, I'll
give 'ou tha'. How's 'bout me and 'ou have a chat?"
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Hastings was fifty three miles south east of London. It had a port for incoming
ships and was booming during the summer months with tourists. The problem was
with all the extra people came extra opportunities for dead bodies.
The werewolf problem in general had been on a decrease but hot summer months
always seemed to bring them out of the woods and into more densely populated
areas. It was no secret that heat made lot of people irritated and easy to
temper. Werewolves were not above it. Mostly it was just one or two that
drifted towards towns and cities mad with rage and slaughtering hundreds. Easy
enough to eliminate before they became a problem.
However, this time was different. Word had spread that the packs were on the
move again and one in particular had decided to attack the town of Hastings.
There were reported deaths, animalistic in nature, that had the locals trying
to cover up the incidents as to not drop their business in tourism. A stupid
ploy that had cost twenty people their lives. Currently, there was a report of
a small pack of six running like rabid dogs among the populace.
On a full moon night, with the temperature as high as it had been, those six
could easily turn into several hundred as their virus was most active during
the full moon. The heat did not help matters. Integra was sickened with the
idiocy at how long the local authorities had taken to reach out to Hellsing.
Their cover up was just what the werewolves needed to gain momentum.
Integra watched as the town came into view, the full moon casted its bright
light down to blanket the countryside in soft white. The harsh lights of the
town seemed to take something away from the soft light. From her view in the
helicopter, she was glad the manor was in the country side. It was secluded,
quiet and peaceful.
She pulled herself from her thoughts and took a glance at her watch, fifteen
more minutes and they would be landing in Hastings. Alucard was already on his
way, speeding through the shadows as a million bats below. Integra could make
out their path just above the trees.
He must be feeling something, he hasn't morphed to bats in a long time.
Integra was skeptical about believing he could feel anything, but lately he'd
been showing more emotion. Especially when it came to Elizabeth, the fact that
the girl was currently in a coma grated on her nerves.
However, it hadn't escaped her notice when she entered the room to find him
there, looking, well, worried. Integra had thought she was seeing things, but
as she listened to him casually explain how they set the bond it became more
apparent. Their bond it seemed to her, was not of servant and master, but as
equals. It went both ways.
In part that explained Elizabeth's personality shift and Alucard's sudden need
to show emotion. She wasn't sure what the outcome would be, but she had a
feeling something big was going to happen. It always did. The only remaining
question is what would become of them now?
She wasn't stupid enough to separate them, it was far too late for that. But
this bond they shared could jeopardize everything or strengthen it.
"Sir Integra, there's been a report of a massive attack by the docks. Your men
are currently holding down their position to keep it from spreading."
Nathaniel's voice came over her headphones as Integra watched the flashes of
gun fire in the distance.
She didn't respond as she watched their approach slowly begin to decend. In
moments she was going to walk into a meeting of fools. Integra smirked
internally, she'd rather be on the ground shooting werewolves. At least they
came at you head on, these bloody baureocrats were snakes that waited to take
you down when you least expected it.
"Nathaniel, I want to be informed the moment all the targets have been
eliminated and if there is any change in Elizabeth status." Integra spoke into
the mic attached to her headphones.
"Yes, Sir Integra."
Things are about to get very interesting.
***** An Interesting Mission (Part 2) *****
Chapter Notes
     Revised on 9/23/2017.
Renfield smirked making his features twist almost sickeningly. How he was
supposedly popular with women like Alucard had said baffled Elizabeth. He
reeked of insincerity and had a creepy vibe that rivaled the copy of the
grounds they were standing in.
"So do you know why the demons are interested in me? I didn't even know they
could speak." Elizabeth kept her arms crossed as she spoke, if he wanted to
chat they could stay here with Seras, who frankly was better company.
"Tha' I do. You're unique 'cause 'ou know." He answered vaguely and Seras
rolled her eyes.
"You're being cryptic, she belongs to Master now. You must tell her." Seras
glared at Renfield, who simply shrugged and kept end his eyes on Elizabeth.
"Alright, I'll bite. What is it that I supposedly 'know'?" Elizabeth held his
gaze, ignoring the 'belonging to' bit from Seras. She was right, she didn't
mind it, but the way she said it seemed to mean something more.
"'ou know wha' others don'. We are differen' 'ou and me. We know pain, loss—we
seen life in all its nasty 'olors. We survive when others die. All those scars
leave marks on the soul. We keep our humanity when 'hose like Seras don't. We
seen the other side. We lived an' died. Now tha' 'ou've had his blood, 'ou'll
continue to die only to keep on livin'. An' every time 'ou do, 'ou'll loose
chunks of 'our soul makin' room for 'em."
Seras was frowning as Renfield finished is explanation, still smirking.
Elizabeth had a little bit of a rough time with his thick accent and her frown
mirrored Seras's.
"But I didn't die..."
"Oh ho, is tha' so? How many times 'ou come close eh? 'ou got more scars than I
ever dreamed of havin'. An' I've had a lot in my life."
Elizabeth grew silent and stared. She'd almost died several times while she was
abused by Lawrence. Hell she almost died the night Alucard came...
"Now 'ou're gettin' it. 'Em holes from dyin' gotta fill up somehow, 'ou are a
human after all and tied to a vampire at that." Renfield grinned wickedly,
"Bully for 'ou."
It made a sick kind of sense, Alucard had demons in place of his soul. But she
was human, not a vampire.
"But..." She started as Renfield held up his hand.
"'ou'll never loose 'our soul completely, but eventually 'em demons will have
complete control over 'ou. Demons with no seals, no chains, and a newly set
bond tha' 'ou have no idea how to use."
"I thought you said you could help stop it." Seras bit her lip worriedly as she
stood next to him, speaking in a hushed tone.
"No. I said I'd impart my wisdom, not 'elp her. She's got more holes than
cheese." Renfield turned his attention back to Elizabeth.
"'ou're on borrowed time darlin'. I had to wear tha' stupid tear 'round my neck
like a dog an' drink tha' acid shit he called blood, an' I barely managed to
keep control in the end." Renfield frowned slightly, a wash of emotion
softening his features for a brief moment before turning back to its previous
harshness.
Seras looked at Elizabeth's shocked and saddened face. "I'm sorry. I wish we
could help more." Her red eyes held sympathy and sadness, while Renfield kept
his face rough and almost brutal.
Elizabeth sighed softly and mindlessly played with the ends of her hair. The
nervous habit creeping back up as the information set in.
She'd continue to constantly be on the brink of death. Each time she would lose
part of her soul which would give more room for the demons to take over the
bond and use her as a vessel for whatever sick violence they had in mind. She'd
loose control of herself to the point where she couldn't stop it.
Elizabeth closed her eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. Looking up, she
spotted the red moon high in the sky. If this place was a mashing of her and
Alucard's thoughts and feelings about a home, she thought it rather lonely. She
didn't want to feel alone anymore and if she had to fight to keep her sanity to
keep from not feeling alone, she'd do it.
When she looked back at Renfield she found both Seras and him watching her. The
silenced seemed to stretch out before she finally spoke.
"Well, I'm not going down without a fight. Is Alucard aware of this? Were you
affected this way at all Seras?"
The woman smiled sheepishly, "Well, vampires are different. I didn't want to be
separated from Master. Being truly dead, I inherited my demons. You are
essentially sharing them. You have created a deep link with Master. Renfield's
link wasn't as deep, I think that's because he didn't want it to be. He just
didn't want to die."
Seras looked up slightly at Renfield, who merely grunted and avoided her gaze.
Turning back, she smiled warmly at Elizabeth.
"I don't think Master is aware of it. He can be dense when it comes to himself.
Though, I think he might pay more attention now that you are part of him. When
the bond dies it is painful and echoes for a long time. Which is why we are
still here, in a sense anyway."
Seras linked her arm through Renfield's, much to his annoyance.
Elizabeth nodded and sighed, looking around. "So what now?"
"Now it's time to wake up and find 'ou're Master." Renfield said gruffly,
"Though, the fact tha' 'ou don't feel the need to call 'em as such is
interesting."
"Be careful how much you pull power through your bond. The more you pull, the
easier the pathways are to access." Seras added.
"An' keep that tear on 'ou. It'll help, if only for a time. Give tha' old
bastard hell for me."
Elizabeth smirked and nodded, "Sure. Anything else?"
Seras let go of Renfield's arm and stepped in front of Elizabeth, smiling
softly as she placed both hands on her shoulders.
"See you on the other side."
With a sudden shove, Seras pushed Elizabeth backwards into darkness.
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Alucard was bored.
Oh, so bored.
The werewolves he'd gone to destroy were not true werewolves, merely those
bitten and turned. It was sad and rather pathetic in a way. He'd been killing
for the last hour; the battle had succumbed from a slaughter on the shore to
surprise sneak attacks half thought through. Bodies littered the streets where
they had tried and failed, still in their mutated, half turned forms.
His Master had convinced the local authorities to evacuate as many as possible.
Considering Hastings had a few thousand people, once the Queen got involved
things on the human side seemed to move right along. The town was now empty and
he was hunting the original six werewolves who had started attacking the
populace. His Master's solders had fallen back per her orders and were
assisting with keeping the humans calm.
He chuckled lightly at what story they would have had concocted up to ease the
panic still left in the air. It didn't matter what it was, it was sure to be
full of half truths and full of deception. Humans did not handle creatures like
himself existing very well. Hell, entire groups of humans had been slaughtered
because others believed them to be inhuman.
Alucard really didn't care that the humans were safe, honestly, he was hoping
for a bit of distraction from his Lily still in a coma. He'd kept the bond
closed down for the most part, feeling her faintly in the back of his mind. He
had been expecting a better battle and was irritated at first how easy the
first hundred fell. They hadn't even grated the need to release a higher
control level, much to his disappointment. Now he was just bored.
He walked quietly through the empty town now, the streets were quiet and he
could feel eyes watching him. It was only going to be a matter of time before
they got impatient and attacked. These six were supposedly true werewolves,
which if his memory served him correct, would make for at least a more lively
conclusion to his evening.
A hanging store sign squeaked slightly as he continued to walk. The sound was
soft, but he heard it and drew his Jackel, aiming down the barrel of the gun at
the large furred figure that slowly emerged from an alleyway at the end of the
long street. The figure moved slowly before stopping in the middle of the
street.
Alucard could see the large teeth of its open mouth as it growled deep and low.
The werewolf's ears stuck down towards the back of its head, as deep yellow
eyes watched him. The rigid muscles of its body flexed, the fur raised on the
span of its back as it slowly came forward.
The werewolf stood a good six feet at the shoulder, fully animal without a hint
of its human mask visible. This was a true werewolf, not the half human looking
wolf men and women that had been bitten. This one was vicious, deadly and oh so
ready to take a bite out of him.
"Finally, and here I thought I'd die from boredom walking these streets. Let's
see what you're made of you filthy dog." Alucard grinned with evil glee as the
werewolf came sprinting towards him.
Several shots echoed down the street as he fired, missing the werewolf each
time as it came towards him. It moved with inhuman speed that matched his own
and it was no surprise when the other five choose that moment to attack from
the roof tops.
Their massive heavy bodies and wicked sharp teeth slamming and tearing into his
flesh as he managed to catch one in the head at point blank range with a silver
bullet. It's head exploded in a wash of red that coated everything within
range.
He laughed openly as the remaining five attacked more furiously than before.
Ripping through his clothes and tearing one of his arms off. It didn't matter,
they could tear him limb from limb and he'd still survive. It was a shame
though, he'd have to have conjure another duster. He'd become somewhat fond of
the last one.
Maybe this next one should have more style.
He managed to shoot another in the heart, exploding its chest in an eruption of
blood before they ripped his other arm off. Alucard continued his laughter, a
pleased grin on his face as their snarls and growls became almost manic. These
stupid dogs were going to have to try harder.
As a massive mouth with razor sharp teeth sunk into his neck and began to shake
back and forth to break it, the distant sound of a motorcycle engine was heard
coming closer over the sound of his bones snapping.
At first he didn't think much of it, anyone stupid enough to get past the
blockade on a motorcycle deserved death. They deserved to be killed for being
so stupid.
The engine roared louder as tires squeezed around the corner; light
illuminating the street of the massive amounts of blood which had seeped into
every surface caught the attention of the remaining werewolves. From what he
could tell, they had stopped in the center of the street, an easy target.
Stupid...
While he was a somewhat mess of chunks and bits of himself, the werewolf
holding his now severed head, turned towards the idiot on the motorcycle. Even
with missing one eye he would recognize that petite figure anywhere.
"You really need to stop calling me stupid." Elizabeth growled out as she
pulled a machete from behind her back, silver edge glinting in the street
lights.
"It's starting to piss me off."
Her words echoed through their link as it was pushed open forcefully. Sharp
colors of red, pink and black coated the inside of his brain. Alucard felt
himself grin internally.
"Alright you bitches," her now lilac and blood colored eyes shinning as she
smirked at the last four werewolves, "let's dance."
***** Burn *****
Chapter Notes
     Revised on 9/23/2017.
Elizabeth revved the engine of the motorcycle loudly, the vibration made her
body tremble as she gripped the machete tighter. She honestly wasn't even sure
how she was riding it, she'd never ridden one before. The moment she found it
though, she felt drawn towards it. Something telling her in the back of her
mind that she could operate it without difficulty, that little voice had been
right.
The werewolves dropped the bits of Alucard they had in their mouths with soft,
wet splats. The four watched her with hungry eyes as they started to creep
towards her. They were much bigger than she'd thought they'd be and Elizabeth
felt her nerves burn with adrenaline. There was going to be no room to panic,
the only option was to act and pray to God that she survived this.
Elizabeth took off at full speed towards the group of werewolves, causing them
to sprint towards her with massive speed. Her eyes barely kept up as two split
from the outside scaling nearby buildings to try and flank her.
The link in the back of her mind burned as she felt a rush of power sear down
towards her. The demons surging forward at the promise of violence to come.
There was a brief moment where time seemed to stop as the two werewolves
launched themselves at her head on. Just as quickly as it happened, time leaped
forward again and Elizabeth was vaguely aware that the machete was plunged into
the chest of one of the werewolves.
The sudden stop in her forward motion sent the motorcycle flying to land in a
twisted heap a few yards away as she put all her force into striking the heart.
The werewolf snarled and let out a loud pain filled yip as the edge sliced
through flesh and broke through bone. Elizabeth felt a gleeful laugh that
wasn't hers escape her, hot blood splattering against her scared skin. She
could feel it when she entered its heart and when it gave its last fluttering
beat.
The victory was short lived however as the second snapped its large jaws over
her thigh and started to shake its head violently. The foreign laughter gave
way to her own scream as pain slammed into her, causing the darkness in her
mind to retreat briefly. The motion of the massive wolf's head encompassing her
entire thigh threatened to tear her whole leg off, causing panic to set in.
The demons came rushing back down the link even as she tried to stop them.
Their darkness burned cold fire through her body making her heart practically
stop, suddenly she was screaming for a different reason.
"We...want...more..."
The voices of many echoed loudly in her head as Elizabeth tried desperately the
pull the machete out of the dead werewolf and fight back the hoard of demons
trying to take over her body. She was going to loose, either to them or the
monster using her as its chew toy.
The werewolf snarling around her thigh shifted its jaws to get a better grip,
causing teeth to rake against her bone. With the deeper hold, it yanked her
away from its fallen pack member and threw her into the front display of a
bridal shop.
Elizabeth gritted her teeth as glass, white silk cloth, fake limbs from
mannequins and wood broke her fall. The glass cut deep and she let out a grunt
as her head snapped back against the hard wood floor. The pain bloomed in her
head as a somewhat disgusted, masculine voice slipped through her mind.
"Your training is severely lacking. You need better control and to observe your
surroundings."
"There's more than one battle being fought you pompous ass." She snapped back
painfully at Alucard, who she felt growl lowly.
"Meaning...?"
Before she could answer the demons came rushing back, their dark evil snaking
through the bond and catching her off guard. Elizabeth's chest tightened in
warning as she felt what made her herself be pushed back almost viciously.
There wasn't anything she could do to stop it.
Distantly she watched as her body shuddered and grew calmer. She'd tried for
control, but that had failed, now she was watching and feeling her body move on
its own. Laughter, high pitched and wicked, eased out of her as she sat up
mechanically.
Dark energy swirled around her her body as the werewolf, in all its grey furred
fury stepped through the large hole of the display she had made on impact.
Glass crunched loudly under its huge paws, jaws dripping blood and slobber in
soft splats on the hard wood.
Elizabeth felt her head tilt slightly as she distantly watched it approach. She
wasn't sure before, but now there was no question. She was definitely going to
die tonight.
"It's that kind of thinking that will get you killed. If your so ready to die,
I should at least get the honor of doing it myself. Stupid human..."
Alucard's voice dripped disgust and loathing as she felt him mentally try and
grab her. When the motion was halted and dark power wrapped tightly around
their bond, she felt Alucard pause.
"Care to elaborate on why you are allowing my power to run wild?"
"It's not by choice."
Flashes of memory and emotion flashed before her in quick succession, Alucard
was unusually quiet as the images paused briefly over Seras and Renfield
standing before her in the abandoned grounds of the manor imitation.
As he flipped through the memories, Elizabeth focused on the werewolf lunging
towards her. Her body was ready for the strike and grabbed its jaws with her
bare hands. Teeth sliced into her palms and Elizabeth felt the pain dully while
the demons controlling her body started to try and over extend its jaws.
She didn't have the full strength of a vampire, but the sounds of muscle and
tensions reaching their breaking point reached her ears over the painful
snarls. The werewolf's deep yellow eyes glowed with hate and violence as it
pushed her backwards against a nearby wall to try and get some leverage. All
the while the wicked, sick laughter from her became louder with glee.
Panic came roaring back as Elizabeth tried once again to fight for control of
her body. She had to do something.
"If you kill me, you'll never get your freedom! There will be no more violence
for you and Alucard will make sure you're never allowed to escape him! You'll
continue to be chained!"
Elizabeth felt Alucard snort at her words.
"They'll never listen to you. You're nothing to them."
Elizabeth screamed in frustration as the demons ignored her completely. They
were in control and they knew it. Nothing would stop them now that they had a
vessel to use, not even the seals could touch them now. The tear shaped gem
around her neck was even completely useless.
In the fray of overwhelming demonic power and Alucard's unhelpful words of
disgust, a soft voice drifted through the link like water.
"Remember... Fear breeds hatred. Hatred is power. Power is control."
"Seras?"
There was no answer, only the fleeting impression of a smile.
Alucard's pained emotion pulsed through the bond briefly as Elizabeth felt the
jaws of the werewolf snap finally from the pressure the demons had applied. The
monster reeling back from the pain in a chorus of snarls, growls and painful
noises. The fight wasn't over, it was still standing.
"Fine. If that's how it is... Fine."
Elizabeth mentally felt down the bond with her whole self, the pathway felt
large from being forced open and the demons weren't paying her any attention.
Alucard sneered in her mind which allowed her to zero in on him. On the essence
that made Alucard himself.
She felt herself rub up against it, feeling the hot, fiery hate that lived
there. Distantly she was aware of Alucard shuddering at the feel of her doing
so.
"Lily... What are you—"
"I need your help, and since I promised to give you hell and you're being an
asshole, I'm going to keep that promise."
Elizabeth mentally reached in and pulled with all her strength. The hatred of a
thousand years filling her up and meeting her own hate and anger in an internal
fire that she yanked back into her body with violent force.
Alucard seemed to understand and his dangerous laughter echoed as he put his
full force behind it. The anger, hate and rage surged and began to burn the
pathway of the bond slamming into Elizabeth's body.
The voices of the demons screamed in agony as the hate encompassed their dark
energy. Hatred was an emotion, and demons did not understand emotion. Couldn't
control it, couldn't stop it.
Elizabeth screamed as she pushed the rage ever forward, bringing her own body
to her knees in front of the werewolf. She didn't even feel her nails as they
clawed down her face, shrieks of pain and desperation replaced the once wicked,
high pitched laughter.
Burn you bastards... Burn...
***** Aftermath *****
Chapter Notes
     Wow, I'm really sorry this took so long to get out. I had a bit of
     writer's block, but I finally figured out where I was going with
     this.
     Sadly, this story is nearing its close. However, I was thinking about
     a sequal featuring Integra and Nathaniel. Everyone deserves a happy
     ending right? Please comment if this is something you're interested
     in.
     Also, if you like this, please check out some of my other work. Might
     not be on the same level, but feedback is important to me as I want
     to keep trying to improve.
     Again, huge thanks to everyone who read, left kudos, comments,
     subscribed and bookmarked. You guys are kick ass and it means the
     world to me!
     Without further ado...
Elizabeth was dying...
Again...
How many times does this make now?
She mused as the unfiltered combined rage of her and Alucard burned and
swallowed the demons in possession of her body. Their shrieks of pain continued
as the werewolf stood on its hind legs, jaw hanging open and barely attached to
its face by tendons. It's massive claws raised in a killing strike, came
barreling towards her and smacking into her with such force, she went through
the wall she'd been pinned against and into the room beyond.
A sea of white fabric from wedding dresses and bits of wall landed around her.
The pain was sudden, deep and intense as the demons retreated allowing her to
come forward and take control of her body. Elizabeth sputtered and heaved
trying to get air. She had broken ribs and was pretty sure something inside her
belly was leaking.
Elizabeth tried to roll over to get away from the werewolf she knew was coming
for her, but she'd suffered so much damage that her body wouldn't move. The
most she managed was leaning on her arms and propping herself up. Her legs were
completely numb now and there was blood starting to pool around her from the
claw marks that had raked agianst her skin and her thigh.
It was funny, despite the eminent death approaching her, she was happy she was
the one back in control. Even if it was painful, being able to move her body
herself almost made her cry with relief as she locked eyes with the werewolf.
The werewolf let out a low and vicious growl. Despite everything, it wasn't
giving up. Glowing yellow eyes narrowed as it stuck its head through the wall,
chunks of wall and plaster falling down when it slowly starting to come through
the wall. Elizabeth smirked softly as the space around the werewolf became
darker, that beautiful and wicked blacker than black shadow expanding. Two
blood red glowing eyes looked out from that darkness and she found herself
relaxing.
"Bye bye, Wolfie."
The werewolf hesitated before letting out a desperate howl. Blood and bits of
werewolf exploded as the darkness consumed the creature. The force of the blow
knocked Elizabeth back down again and when she opened her eyes the entire room
of once white dresses had been painted red, including herself.
Elizabeth gasped raggedly, trying for the second time to catch her breath. Her
vision swam as her stomach threaten to betray her, she manged to not loose its
contents, but her head started to pound from her efforts.
Soft, gloved hands reached out and caressed her face drawing her eyes up to
Alucard's face. He looked like he hadn't even been in a gun fight with
werewolves, his suit and duster were presitine and there wasn't a speck of
blood anywhere on him.
"One of these days you're going to have to show me how to do that." Elizabeth
said, exhaustion was hitting hard and she found herself rubbing her cheek
against his gloved hands, staining them red. Alucard smirked slightly as he
carefully brought her towards him to rest her head on his lap. He didn't say
anything and Elizabeth felt a little worried, she couldn't feel anything from
their bond, it must have shorted out or something. She tried to fight off the
panic she felt from feeling alone, but her breathing still hitched a little.
"What about the other two werewolves?" The feeling of panic had made her
remember there were still two others out there to be taken care of, but Alucard
shook his head.
"I disposed of them while you were playing possession games with my demons."
Sneering, Alucard removed his duster and began to roll up his shirt sleeve.
Traces of blood stained the material as he exposed his forearm.
"I wasn't playing..." She pouted a little as she watched his movements.
Elizabeth was distantly aware of her body weakening and feeling a bit
delerious, the moment she saw the bare skin of Alucard's arm though, she
shuddered. Now that their bond was suspended, she didn't have the influence of
Alucard coloring every feeling, want or desire. It was a relief and at the same
time, very detached. She wanted to share how she felt, but words couldn't do it
justice. The bond made things harder and easier at the same time. As she
watched him, Elizabeth had the over whelming urge to kiss him.
Alucard raised a brow at her as he managed to keep his sleeve from slipping
down his arm. Elizabeth swallowed a little bit at the semi blank look on his
face. Snickering, Alucard brought his arm up to his mouth and bit down hard,
blood instantly started to run down and drip onto Elizabeth's chest, neck and
cheek. For some reason she suddenly felt extremely thristy, like she would die
wouthout a glass of water. It wasn't water she wanted though, it was blood,
Alucard's blood. Before Alucard could lower his arm down himself, she struck
her hands out to grab his arm and bring the bleeding bite to her mouth.
Elizabeth moaned as the coppery, cinnamon liquid swirled around her mouth and
slid down her throat. She felt her teeth dig into his cool flesh involentarily
to get more blood flowing. She started to feel better the more she drank, the
pain in her chest, ribs and abdomen growing more dull before finally stopping
their painful throb all together. Distantly she heard a soft moan that she
wasn't sure came from her as Alucard touched her cheek with his other hand. Her
eyes fluttered open for a moment as the exhaustion started to set in quickly.
Apparently fast healing, regardless of vampire blood, was tiring work.
She had to force herself to pull her mouth away from his arm so she could
speak, "Alucard..." Her voice sounded groggy and Alucard stopped caressing her
cheek. Their gazes locked as Alucard slowly bent down towards Elizabeth's
mouth, hovering just above her lips.
"You have a lot of explaining to do." Alucard whispered, his voice almost
growling as he pulled back not kissing her. "Consider yourself punished."
Elizabeth gasped slightly from the missed opportunity and decided to get even
by snuggling into his lap as her eye lids started to force themselves closed.
She wrapped her arms tightly around his waist, thankful that she could move
again without pain. "You're an ass."
"Yes, I am." He snickered lightly as he slipped his arms around her almost
protectively, "Now, sleep."
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The clock chimed on the hour, filling Sir Integra's office with a soft melody
that was almost uncharacteristic of the woman. Glancing at the clock, Sir
Integra turned back to look at Elizabeth who was standing infront of her. Her
lenses flashed on her glasses as she lit a cigar from the case on her desk and
blew the smoke to the side. Silence crept in while the two women watched
eachother, the bright light of the morning filled the room and it was easy to
see that both were waiting for the other to speak. After a moment, Sir Integra
seemed to relent and spoke first.
"Are you sure you wish to do this? You still have time to change your mind."
"No, I want to do this. I think it's going to be best for everyone, since I
can't control it myself."
"You realize this is permanent..."
"Yes." Elizabeth said with no hesitation.
"You realize that unless you learn control you're a liability to me and
everyone here at Hellsing."
"Yes."
Sir Integra took a deep puff from her cigar, the smoke swirling out it a slow,
deliberate puff.
"Very well. Being as this is partially your request, I'll allow you to decide
the form."
"Sir?" Elizabeth tilted her head slightly as she watched a small smile threaten
to break Sir Integra's hard exterior. A moment later it was gone behind another
puff of smoke.
"The form in which it applies." Sir Integra gave her a pointed look and
Elizabeth frowned, thinking.
"Any form, Sir?"
Sir Integra nodded, "I take it you didn't discuss your decision with him?"
Elizabeth nodded and smiled, "Of course I did. He just doesn't really get a say
in the matter. He agrees with me that I need the control, he just doesn't agree
with how I'm going about doing it."
Absently she played with the tear shaped gem at her throat as Sir Integra
watched her. It had been a long couple of weeks dealing with the aftermath of
the werewolf problem and well, Elizabeth's demon problem. While they had
managed to keep her in control, it was becoming a loosing battle with her being
human. Well, mostly anyway. Elizabeth had opened herself up so far that the
normal bindings on Alucard didn't extend to her.
The bond they created had changed her and Alucard both, which left Sir Integra
with many reservations. However, she was a woman of her word and allowed
Elizabeth to stay at Hellsing. Elizabeth was exceedingly grateful to the woman,
as well as Alucard. Her life might be more dangerous but it was one of her
choosing.
"Would ink be acceptable?" Elizabeth bit her lip, watching as Sir Integra
raised an eyebrow ever so slightly.
"Yes, I suppose that can be arranged."
"I'd like it done today if possible, Sir."
Sir Integra nodded taking another puff off her cigar before snuffing it out
into the tray. She brought her hands back in front of her, lacing her fingers.
"That is fine. I'll make all the necessary arrangements."
"Thank you Sir, and thank you for everything you've done for me." Elizabeth
smiled, playing with the tail end of her braid.
Sir Integra watched her for a moment, an entire wordless conversation passing
between them. The ticking of the clock seemed loud in the silence, but it
wasn't uncomfortable or strained. After a moment Sir Integra let the barest
hint of a smile show as she nodded.
"You're welcome."
***** Euphoria *****
Chapter Notes
     Here it is, the last chapter!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
The warm water slid over Elizabeth's scarred skin, easing the muscle tension
that had built up throughout the day. Sir Integra had arranged for a tattoo
artist to come and apply the Hellsing Seal to her body that morning. She'd been
nervous and excited by doing something she'd always wanted. Tattoos were art of
the body and since hers was covered with scars, it made a weird kind of sense
for her to have the seal tattooed.
That was the catch with the seal being permanent, whatever the Seal was applied
too was affixed for life. Only the death of the Hellsing blood line could make
the Seal useless. Which was probably why Elizabeth hadn't never seen Alucard's
actual hands since his seals were on both gloves; he could never take them off.
Elizabeth was allowed to pick the location where she wanted the Seal, only
needing one since she was human. She'd chosen to have it tattooed on her lower
back, with soft purple and black, lily type filigree surrounding it and
spreading out across her lower back to end just at her hip bones. From what she
saw in the mirror, the tattooer had done an excellent job of working with the
scars on her body to blend them in as much as possible into the piece. It had
truly become a work of art, even Sir Integra had been impressed.
The Seal invocation was much simpler than she thought it would be. Sir Integra
pricked her finger and smeared a drop of blood across the center of the
completed Seal. It burned worse than the brand on her ankle had but it was gone
a moment later. That was it. When Elizabeth had commented about how simple it
was, Sir Integra had given her a small knowing smirk.
With Alucard's blood in her veins she'd healed from the whole process in a
matter of hours and not weeks. Not bad for a human...or whatever she was now.
Elizabeth suspected that Sir Integra had the tattooer sign a confidentiality
agreement, since he never once commented on her blood red eye.
When she first woke in the infirmary and began looking for Alucard, she'd run
to her room to change and was surprised at seeing one of her eyes had become
the glowing red of a vampire. But when she felt her bond with Alucard narrow
painfully she gave up worrying about it and went looking for him.
Since the demon possession, both her and Alucard had kept a tight lock on the
bond. Not even a trickle of emotion had been let through from one to the other.
He'd also pretty much stayed away from her the last two weeks. Creating a
mental and physical separation, which Alucard had told her was their best
option at this point.
If she was completely honest, it hurt like hell to not have Alucard's presence
a mere thought away. To not have him close to her, touching her, needing her.
She ached for him to touch her again the way he had before. She wanted him,
needed him inside her again...body and soul. Alucard on the other hand, seemed
just fine with keeping away from her. It pissed her off and made her feel
incredibly lonely and sad.
Elizabeth sighed deeply, shoving the painful ache for Alucard down as far as
she could. It was starting to become a habit and that pained her the most.
Surely this separation wouldn't last for ever, could it?
Elizabeth turned so the water ran down her long hair and began the rather
tedious process of washing it. Hopefully soon, Alucard would come to her or she
to him and she'd start to feel whole again.
God I miss him...
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Alucard had woken earlier than usual, which was becoming a irritatingly, common
occurrence. For the past two weeks, he'd separated himself from his Lily and it
was beginning to wear on him.
The physical separation he could deal with, but with the lock down on their
bond was slowly starting to drive him insane. Not that he wasn't already, but
his body and mind were aching for her, craving her like a junkie needing his
fix. The blood bags that the servant boy brought him didn't sate his thirst.
What he needed, really needed was to sink his fangs into his Lily's slender
neck as he filled her soft, wet folds with his painfully hard member. He wanted
to hear her moan for him, scream for him as he drank her down...
Alucard growled into the dark, silent stone walled room that he sat in.
The bond they shared ran far too deep for his liking. She was all he thought
about most nights as he sat in his room, unmoving and uninterested in anything
going on outside of it. If his police girl had been there, she would had said
he was in love.
Which is stupid.
However, the setting of their bond was evidence enough that while he thought it
was a stupid notion, he really didn't have a better explaination. He was not
gentle by nature, had never been. He'd never taken his time when it came to
women in general, his police girl and Master had been witnesses and victims of
it several times.
Yet...
Alucard ground his teeth together, he'd had enough of this self imposed misery.
It was worse than his incarceration his Master had placed him in.
Shifting into the shadows, Alucard made his way to Elizabeth's room. With their
bond still closed, he wasn't sure where she was but he had a feeling she'd be
there. The nighttime sky covered her open windows as the soft light from her
bedside lamp illuminated the empty room. The bathroom door was partially closed
and it didn't take long before Alucard found himself watching Elizabeth wash
her self from inside the shower.
His red eyes burned over her beautifully scared skin like he had never seen it
before. He lingered on the taught nipples of her swollen breasts as the water
flowed down between them to slip between her thighs. She was glorious standing
there before him and he shuddered with the need to touch her.
Alucard watched as she lathered her long ebony hair, the soap gliding down the
curves of her body to the drain at her feet. Watched as she tilted her head
back to rinse her hair, exposing her neck, his jeweled tear glittering against
her skin.
He couldn't take it anymore.
Wouldn't take it anymore.
Alucard slowly materialized into the shower with her, the warm water bouncing
off of her and hitting his naked body like a tease. Maybe it wasn't the water
that was teasing him.
Oh yes, my Lily is a tease...
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Elizabeth felt something shift in the shower with her and opened her eyes,
gasping as she startled at the sight of Alucard standing only inches from her
own. Alucard was...naked.
"Alu—"
Before she could finish his name, he bent down and cupped her face with his
gloved hands, kissing her deeply. The sudden contact made her moan
involuntarily as she wrapped her arms around his waist, letting her nails dig
into his back. He growled lowly into their kiss as he nipped her bottom lip,
sending a zing through her body. She opened her mouth to him, his tongue
slipping in to tease her's without mercy.
Gloved hands felt down her body, massaging almost painfully with his thumbs as
he pressed her against the shower wall. The shower head covered them both in
warm water as his hardness throbbed painfully between them.
Elizabeth felt the pressure in the back of her mind, a mental knocking almost
and she understood without words passing between them. She dropped the hold she
had on their bond and suddenly Alucard's dark mind was flooding her own.
Both of them shuddered and moaned as waves of colored emotion shifted back and
forth. Elizabeth felt tears sting her eyes with relief at feeling him again,
knowing without a doubt that he wanted her, needed her.
Alucard stilled a moment breaking their kiss as he looked at her teary red and
lilac eyes. He watched a tear slip out and wiped it away with his gloved hand
before nuzzling her neck. Breathing in the citrus scent of her shampoo.
"I can't be gentle right now." Alucard gritted his teeth, trying for control
but her scent was too much. She was still human and he could still hurt her.
Elizabeth ran her fingers through his semi long black hair as she nibbled his
shoulder. She smirked as he groaned and gripped her harder with his hands.
"Then don't be gentle." She whispered, letting her hands dance over his wet,
naked back and shoulders.
Alucard growled, sending shivers along Elizabeth's skin. The next moment she
was turned around, breasts and hands pressed up against the shower wall.
Alucard ran a soft, wet gloved hand across her lower back briefly, caressing
her new tattoo.
Pressing the tip of himself against her wet folds, he leaned down to lace his
fingers around her neck with one hand while the other pulled her hip back to
slowly take in his large length.
Elizabeth moaned deeply as he filled her, whimpering at how painfully slow he
was filling her. She wanted him to be rough, needed it, craved it. She tried to
push against him to try and get him to go faster, but he merely snickered and
held her in position.
Alucard ran his long tongue across her neck, tasting her skin as his fangs
extended to sharply graze against her. He snickered again as she whimpered
louder, shivering and moaning.
"Just the way I want you..." He whispered in her mind.
"Please Alucard..."
Alucard thrust himself deep into her wet core, tearing a loud passionate scream
from her soft lips. He grunted as her tightness took his full length,
stretching her painfully and hitting her cervix. Elizabeth's hard nipples
brushed up against the the warm tiles of the shower, adding to the painful
pleasure of Alucard's deep penetration.
It wasn't long before his hard thrusts brought on the rising ache in her lower
abdomen. The coming orgasm echoed in Alucard's mind as he found himself soon to
cum with her. As the wave of ecstasy hit them, Alucard sunk his fangs deeply
into Elizabeth's neck. Her passionate scream echoed in the shower as he came
inside her, filling her up completely and spilling out between her wet thighs.
Her blood was sweet and delicate; bold and hearty as she came with him. Alucard
revealed in the feel of her, the taste of her and found himself drunk on her
again for the second time. It was euphoric and Alucard realized for the first
time in a very, very long time that he felt sated and what he thought happiness
felt like.
As they came down from their high, Alucard wrapped his arms around his Lily
kissing the bite he left on her neck gently as she panted. Elizabeth's mind was
a mixture of emotion and she couldn't tell if it was her or Alucard. But she
knew what she wanted to say before he showed up in her shower and she had to
say it.
"I...I love you..." Elizabeth tried to slow her breathing, nervous suddenly
that she had voiced the thing she'd thought about constantly over the last two
weeks.
Alucard stilled for a moment and then turned her head so he could kiss her
deeply, her blood still coating his tongue; feeling her wet folds trembling
around his still hard member in the fading wake of their euphoria.
"I love you too, my Lily."
Chapter End Notes
     Wow, this got a lot bigger than I thought it would. Again thank you
     guys for reading!
     Hopefully you enjoyed it and weren't disappointed. ^_^
     I'm still playing with the idea of a sequal feature Integra and
     Nathaniel. Thoughts?
     Anyway, if you're looking for something else to read, check out some
     of my other works.
     Thanks again!
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