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Title: Post-metier Conversations

Author: SuckubusJ

Summary: Off-duty conversations mainly
between Alucard and a female Hellsing Officer.

Rating: R.

Feedback: desired.

Author’s notes: Written while waiting
for work orders to come to my desk. So it is not as polished as it
can be. It started in FF.net as a one shot, but work is really slow.
Don’t really know where this is going, but here it is. :D

*Disclaimer: Don't own Hellsing nor am
I making money with this story. This disclaimer applies to the WHOLE
STORY. It's kinda boring to post this same thing 28 times so I AM
PUTTING IT HERE according to new rules and stuff.

I rested on the cold
floor, a cigarette on my hand, my hair loose and spread all over the place.
It's nice to be in the outsides of London.
You can see all the stars and everything. Away from
civilization.
I didn't feel like
changing yet. I was on the tank top I always wear under my shirt, and the rest
of my uniform, sans boots; knees bent, resting on my back, making smoke
rings... well remembering how to do them... I kinda
forgot.
Working with so many men,
Seras the only other girl around... makes me a bit
anxious.
I need to get laid.
And this job doesn't
leave time to have much of a life, really. And some men here are hot as hell.
But I haven't had any luck with any of the them. I've
dated but no... sparks. Maybe I'm too picky. I think
I'll die a virgin... I'm 23 for god's sakes!
"Just think about it
this way... you don't have to 'die' in battle ... if I'm around..." A
velvety voice caressed my ears. I sighed.
"Alucard
I can't feed you tonight, I'm sorry... I'm very weak--"
"I did not come to
be fed... " He said his voice finally having a
form. He was standing beside me, looking down at my form resting on the floor.
He was dressed in his complete attire, but his hat and glasses were missing.
"Then?"
"Well, Officer you
are resting on common ground..."
"Huh?"
"This is not your
space... " I understood. I was at the balcony on
that floor. It was not my room or anything mine. So he was not actually looking
for me.
"
You're
right... " I said and sat up, my hair falling
down my back and tickling my shoulders in the process. "...still
starving?"
"
In theory,
yes... thanks to your attentions no." He grinned.
"
I'm glad...
you do look better..."
The vampire had gotten in
some serious trouble with Hellsing and was being starved. This I heard from Seras about a month ago and decided to help a little; she
was so sad about this. Plus, it's kind of a deal. I feed him, so he kind of
steals books from Hellsing's library for me and then
puts them back when I'm done with them, gets me some of our boss's Chai or answer my vampire questions. Stupid stuff he can do
because of his powers and knowledge.
"
Nothing like
food from the source..." He almost sing songed.
"
Is it
different from the person than from bags?"
"
Of
course..."
"
How?"
" Mhhh..." He was silent and sulky for a moment. Then he smirked again
"... as different as touching yourself and in your case a man doing it for
you..."
"
I get
it..." he just HAS to rub this issue in my face, the idiot... I know he
knows.
"
By the way...
if again you need a hand--"
"
FUCK
YOU!" I said my eyes wide. "I can't fucking
believe you peek into my room like that!"
"Who said I
did?"
"Then--." silence. "GRRR!" I fell
for it, how stupid.
He chuckled.
"Idiot..." I
felt his gloved hand on mine, softly taking the cigarette away from my hand.
"...yeah sure go ahead..." I said sarcastically.
"These smell
somewhat better than the ones Integra smokes..."
"Hellsing smokes
cigars... those make me wanna throw up..."
He delicately takes it to
his lips and inhales deeply. Softly the smoke comes out of his slightly parted
lips.
"Nothing is as it
used to be..." There was nostalgia in his tone.
"You smoked before I
see"
"Yes I did... but
not this... " He eyed it not too disapprovingly
but not approvingly either.
"What then?"
"Pipă
..."
"Sounds like pipe in
Spanish..."
"Pipe, yes..."
"That wasn't Spanish
was it?"
"No."
"What then?"
"You are asking a
lot of questions considering I am not getting blood tonight..." He smirked
and took another drag.
"Forget it
then..." I scoffed.
Silence.
"It almost... grows
in you..." He let out the smoke slowly and softly.
"I think you're not
giving it back... so... I'll take another one..." I took another one from
my pack and lit it. "I used to smoke a lot when I was young..."
"You are young, milady."
"Ok younger..."
Silence. "Damn, you ARE old..."
"That I am."
"But act like a 5
year old most of the time..."
"It is fun."
"Yeah... everything
was better when I was 5... I didn't see so many things I see now..."
Silence.
"... ignorance is bliss..." I whispered.
"I wouldn't call
that ignorance."
"Hmm?"
"Innocence is not
ignorance, Officer..."
"Sometimes they mesh
together... it all depends..."
"On what, may I
ask?"
"When innocence
brings you harm I consider it ignorance."
"That is a very
valid point."
"Hmm..." I
smiled sadly. "... it's sad what this world starts turning us
into..."
"Hm..."
he said contemptuously. "... your
world..."
"We live in the same
world Alucard..."
"But don't follow
the same rules, milady..."
"Maybe..."
"One creates a
unique world... it is all a matter of perception..."
"Yeah... I
guess..."
"Yours is a world of
creation... mine is one of destruction... yet we share the same world,
as you said... and a cigarette..."
"Creation?"
"What are those
colorful crafts you have on your shelves?"
"The candles and the
clay stuff?" I smiled shyly. "...stuff I do in my off time..."
"I could
tell..."
"I do this too...
hemp weaving..." I showed him my anklet . "NOT hemp like the one you smoke and stuff... this is not smokable... " I
cleared up. He seemed to be completely lost.
"You're
creative..."
"Yeah I see your
point... is there anything else you like besides killing and blood?"
"... not much..."
"Something
c'mon..."
Silence.
"
...good
wine..." He finally answered.
"Hmm..." Silence. "... what else?"
Silence. "Chopin..."
I sent him a very
surprised look.
"Why
the look?"
He said with playful indignation.
"You like
Chopin?"
"Bach and Mozart I
listened to for years... until I went to one of his concertos..."
"You
what!" My
eyes almost fell out of my face. "Are you serious?"
"He was a young lad
at the time... I was very impressed..."
"Wow..." I
stood up and leaned against the balcony beside him. "...how cool is
that..."
"Hmm... now that you
bring it up... it has been a while since I touched a piano---"
"You play?" I
said turning to him with a smile, surprised as hell.
"Monsters can play
instruments too, milady... it just takes two hands, 10 fingers and
practice..."
"And I bet you had a
lot of time to do just that."
"Specially
after a meal... or right before one... it was a good way of getting one,
too..." He said that last thing with a sick grin.
"What a dog..."
I scoffed looking away, out of the balcony. He was beside me but not against
the railing as I was, so he was a bit behind me too. I felt a little tickle on
my leg and jumped.
He chuckled.
"Keep those thingies
to yourself!" I saw it tickling me before disappearing. His tendrils...
they scare me.
"You can't be fun
for more than 10 minutes..."
"And you can't hold
a civil conversation without one sending you to hell... I think you like
it..." I was a bit annooyed.
"Maybe I do..."
+grin+
(raspberry)
"...and I am 5 years
old?" He chimed.
"I have the right to
be too..."
"Yes you do..."
"If you weren't a
stupid vampire it'd kick you once in a while..."
"Why not do
it?" He grinned almost swallowing his face.
"'Cause you will
dodge or something and make me look stupid."
"Oh
no, how can you think me capable of such thing?"
I glared at him.
"Stupidity is only
within--oh?" My fist flew at him in a playful punch.
"Yessssssssss,
I wanted to do that a long time ago..."
"You punched my
arm?"
"Yes I did..."
My hand kinda hurts, but I won't tell him ever.
"Such
violence..."
"Blah..." I
said and threw my finished cigarette away and rested my head on my arms. I
looked at him as he silently looked around. He had finished his cigarette a
while ago. "Call me crazy but I like feeding you..." I whispered
softly, my head still into my arms.
"Hmm?"
"Even though... I am
being food to you... it does make me feel... with power..."
"You like
power?" He came closer and leaned on the balcony beside me.
"Who doesn't?..."
"Many I
know..."
"Hmm..." Silence. "... it is nice to
feel a creature as powerful as a vampire, in need of something I have... and
crave for it in such ways..."
"So
much for self-aggrandizing, milady?"
"Self-interest..."
I smiled and he half grinned. "... we are not so
different..." He told me once all monsters act in self-interest. To never
expect selfless acts from one... including him.
"Maybe we
aren't..." His eyes almost smiled mischievously at me. "... you want to experience real power?"
"What do you
mean?"
"You marvel at what
I can do... and you haven't seen even part of it..."
Silence.
"You too... could
experience such power..." He whispered sensuously, leaning a bit toward
me.
"You mean..."
"Yes..." He
purred.
Silence.
"You have not
experienced power... and never will... unless you become a true Nosferatu."
"That's an insane
idea..." I said with a little chuckle, trying not to believe his offer.
"Maybe... but I can
give you the opportunity."
Silence.
"I just need a
yes..."
"... and what would
happen if I do?"
"You would come with
me."
"And be a slave
too?" I whispered. I felt something cold travel down my body as I saw his
face for the first time, after a year and a half of working for Hellsing, frown
slightly. I raised my head, almost sprung. "I'm sorry I didn't--"
"You are
right..."
"No, I'm
sorry--"
"No need to
apologize for the truth." He looked at his gloves and fixed them.
"Your greed for power is not blind enough as to not realize your position;
you are in fact... free..."
"Define
free..." Silence.
Silence.
"We humans are
violent creatures... we need violence... it is inborn in every animal... you
can see it all around nature. You can get away with it because you are a monster...
we, in the other hand, are supposed to be correct and civilized. So we make up
excuses to be violent;... holy wars, political wars,
or as we agreed one time; nationalities, flags, which are other forms of
passive violence... this is why everything we've created is falling down in
pieces. It can't hold the tremor of that repressed violence... so much for
freedom, don't you think?"
I heard a soft agreeing
chuckle from him.
"That whole
monster/human thing is just ridiculous... you and I well know that monsters
don't normally have fangs and drink blood... well not literally... they also
wear tailored suits and carry suitcases and like coffee... is not a species
thing. +sigh+ I am here because I need this job, nothing else... " I said looking away toward the sky. I finally said it
out loud. I thought the whole thing was ridiculous.
"Hmm..."
Silence.
"... it's starting
to dawn... shouldn't you be in your coffin?"
"Sometimes I go to
sleep late..".
"Hmm... if you can't
make it to the basement in time or whatever, you can crash in my room... it's fine with me... I know sunlight is deadly to you
guys... and there's a lot of space under my bed..."
"Hmm?" He made an expression as if he
couldn't believe his ears.
"What... well it's
either that or you turn into ashes... I kinda don't
mind if that's the outcome..."
He looked thoughtful;
almost a mocking thoughtful pose.
"What..."
"I am
thinking..." He said playfully.
"I can tell... what
about?"
"Truth... or... a
white lie..."
"Huh?"
"What if I told you
sunlight doesn't affect me..."
"I'd say you're full
of shit cause I read about it."
"Hmm..." He was
still doing his thinking pose.
"You know what... I
just felt a weird vibe from you so... I changed my mind, teleport or something
you can do it without having to go out... sleep tight..." I said picking
up my stuff and walked toward my room.
"So is the
invitation off?"
"Yep." I said and closed the door.
I heard his chuckles
rumble outside my room.

Shit, I have to wake up tomorrow at 1200 hrs to clean my
guns... sucks.
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