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Lamb to the Slaughter

Chapter One

by Muscolic (better living through political
incorrectness)

Standard Disclaimer: Hellsing
does not belong to the authors of this work of fanfiction. Suing will only
get you about $80's and some pocket lent. This shall be the only
disclaimer.

It was an oddly beautiful night in the ruins of Monts�gur
perched precariously on the French Pyrenees. The blood red crescent of a moon
had risen slowly, occasionally obscured by ethereal clouds that moved like dark
riders bleeding across the sky. Man-made thunder echoed through out the
crumbling Cathar castle sending loose stone tumbling down the ancient
mountainside.

�Do you honestly thinking you could possibly kill me, you
pathetic human?!� Alucard roared, mocking the battered man he held by the
throat. Smirking at the hateful gaze of his intended prey Alucard raised the
man with impossible ease, enjoying the almost frantic clawing of his victims
large hands trying to gain freedom from what would surely be a fatal grip.

Choking on blood and saliva as his throat was being slowly
crushed in the grip of the No Life King; Alexander Anderson struggled feebly as
he felt the energy draining from his limbs as the oxygen content of his blood
was approaching a critical low. Green eyes burning with hatred he loosened his
grip on the monster�s arm and allowed his arms to hang limp, suppressing a low
moan as he felt the tendons and bone of his neck straining in the impossibly
strong hand of his enemy. Fighting unconsciousness, Father Anderson shuddered
as he made one last ditch effort to free him self. Flicking his right wrist
forward there was a quick glint of silver in the bloody moon light before it was
buried in the stomach of the vampire holding him.

�No! Master!�

A figure in a powder blue uniform carrying a large
anti-tank weapon erupted from the shadows. A she ran, her crimson eyes widened
with fear as she watched her master snarl and throw the lanky paladin through
one of the newly restored stained glass windows of the Cathar cathedral.

Watching with fear as her master pulled the offending
blessed sword from his torso; Seras ran her tongue nervously over her needle
sharp fangs. The Judas priest scared her, he seemed almost as strong as her
master and just as violently determined on his mission.

Alexander Anderson crashed through the window in a
beautiful rain of colored glass and falling scaffolding. The few brief seconds
it took him to fall seemed and eternity as he braced himself for impact, knowing
he�d survive but it would make him vulnerable to an attack by the abomination.
His free falls was jerked to a sudden stop as he felt the wires from the
scaffolding tighten around his arms, jerking him to a stop a few feet from the
ground. The groaning of shearing steel screamed and echoed around the room as a
weakened part of the structure collapsed flinging Anderson to the ground and
into the arms unconsciousness.

Groaning, Anderson opened his brilliant green eyes.
Everything hurt, even his hair. Struggling, he tried to move only to find his
arms tangled above his head in the suspension wires of the scaffolding. Shaking
his head to clear the lingering cobwebs from his mind, Anderson realized that he
was on his knees and completely at the mercy of anyone that entered the
cathedral.

He felt the blood pounding in
his head, the constant beat drum of his heart collaborating with it in a hideous
tattoo. It make him shudder, sending waves of mixed horror and outrage down his
spine. That bastard of a vampire...degrading him down to this level of
humiliation. Is there no peace for the Heaven's Punisher?

"Apparently not."

Anderson's head jerked up to
meet the cold fiery red of his nemesis�s eyes, and snarled with indignant
frustration. Longing for even a splinter, a fork, anything sharp enough to stab
one of those leering orbs out, the monster's subordinate just had to show up
then. She pressed a hand to her mouth, her eyes widening in disbelief. The enemy
she so had feared for so long....was captured?

Impossible.
Simply...impossible.

"Master. You finally got
him...you...how?"

The elder vampire simply
grinned, and pointed upwards with childish glee.

"The mystery and balance of
cathedral windows. Police Girl, what you see before you is what we call a
mistake. A mistake in blood, a mistake in genes, a mistake in the race of
humanity itself. A worthy being for minor usage perhaps, and seemingly
invincible; but the paradox can be solved the most simplest of ways. A bullet
from my gun would do, maybe two or three.....but the choice is up to you."

Seras turned her gaze back to
the silent, ensnared priest. His bright green eyes were lowered in shame and his
hands were up in the air as if in a silent plea, and she couldn't help the
trickle of pity that ran through her. He was the ultimate bloodthirsty hunter, a
madman, Van Hellsing�s deranged incarnation; a mortal that seemed as inhuman as
the creatures he stalked....but nevertheless, he was still a living creature.
Her eyes flicked over to the Jackal in her Master's hand. A li
c
creature...but, not for long. Her Halcannon, which seemed so light as she ran
from the shadows, grew heavier and heavier with each passing, aching moment. She
had dreamed of this moment for a long time now. She had rehearsed her last words
to the priest, dreaming of the delight she would have taken in seeing his face
distort before it relaxed into Death's mask.

But not like this. Never like
this. This....was heartbreaking. Evil. Sinful. To kill when one was helpless
was, to her, worse than drinking the blood of a child.

"No."

�No, police girl?� inquired Alucard, his crimson eyes
widening in mock shock. Smiling sardonically, cruelly, the tall vampire put
away his awesome weapon and walked a complete circle around the snarling
priest. �No, I didn�t think you would, little coward.�

Ashamed at having failed her master yet again, Seras cast
her eyes to the ground, hoping to hide the tears that threatened to pour down
her cheeks at any time. Fighting back a sob, she asked for forgiveness. In an
instant her master was before her, tipping her head up with gentle finger tips
to meet his gaze.

Pursing his lips as if to speak, Alucard was interrupted by
the hoarse laughter of the ensnared priest; frowning, he released Seras� chin
and turned to face the laughing priest.

�You pathetic abomination; can�t even get your servant
girl to obey you? I�m truly honored to see a mutiny in the ranks of the devil.�
Anderson spat out, enjoying the dark look that flickered briefly in Alucard�s
crimson eyes. Grimacing as the dull pain of his flesh regenerating and knitting
itself together as his body slowly healed itself from his previous fight and
fall through the window, Anderson coughed and smirked up at his enemies. �Not
even the mark of Lucifer can taint the soul of the pure, you stupid demon.�
Softening his voice and expression, the priest addressed the wide eyed young
vampire as she peeped at him from behind her master, �Child, turn away from this
dark path and liberate me and I shall set you free��

Anderson�s address to Seras was cut off sharply by Alucard
back handing the bound priest hard enough to hear the cracking of bone.

�Know your place, human. If I were you, I�d be praying to
my impotent god for salvation.� Watching a thin stream of blood drip down the
cheek of the stunned paladin, Alucard paused briefly before wiping the warm
stickiness from Anderson�s face with one long white glove covered finger.
Bringing the bloodied material to his lips, the vampire tasted the Judas
Priest�s blood.

Seras watched her master intently, confused by his
actions. She never knew exactly what the elder vampire was thinking and he had
her more confused than ever. A few seconds ago he was comforting her like a
father, now he was sucking on his bloodied glove after having nearly smashed the
Iscariot priest�s face in. Moving her gaze from her master to the monster that
haunted her dreams, Seras found herself once again pitying the entrapped man.
Had he not tried to kill her or her master on several occasions, she might have
called him handsome. As it were, he was beautiful. Deadly. Coldly. Beautiful.

Both Seras and Anderson visibly flinched when the chamber
was filled suddenly with the echoing baritone of Alucard�s laughter. Meeting
the confused red gaze of the young police woman, Anderson blinked then lifted
his gaze to the tall man standing above him. Catching the gleeful look that
Alucard was giving him, Anderson felt a sinking feeling of dread over come him.
It seems that death would not come easy this night.

�Oho�it seems that our dear priest here has been keeping
secrets, pe gie girl!� a very amused Alucard sniggered as he grabbed Seras�
hands and dragged her closer to where Anderson knelt. Smiling knowingly and
triumphantly, Alucard cupped Anderson�s chin and forced him to look at the very
confused police girl. Baring his fangs in a horrible grin, Alucard turned to
Seras and asked, �Do you remember what I asked you that night in Cheddar, Seras
Victoria?�

Blinking at the suddenness and obscurity of the question,
Seras ran her tongue over the tips of her fangs before stuttering out her
answer, �You�you asked if I were�a�well, a virgin.�

Green eyes burning with hate and the beginnings of panic,
Anderson realized where the big vampire�s train of logic was heading and started
struggling against the wire cables that held his arms and the impossibly strong
hand that held his face. A not so gentle shake of the hand holding his chin had
Anderson fighting unconsciousness as he listened to Alucard continue.

clasclass="MsoNormal">�Very good, police girl. Now put that quick mind of yours
to work�what would this pathetic human and you have in common?�

Eyes widening in shock and a little bit of amusement, Seras
looked first at her master then at the burning green eyes of Anderson, �Wha?
You�you mean he is a�?�

�Virgin? Oh yes, Father Alexander Anderson is�untouched,�
answered Alucard, his red eyes dancing with amusement. �Now my little coward, I
give you two choices.�

Whipping her gaze back to Alucard, Seras shakily asked,
�Master?�

Reaching into his jacket, Alucard produced his Jackal and
extended it to Seras, �The choice is yours, police girl. Either fill his
worthless head full of silver or,� pausing for effect, and grinning wolfishly
Alucard studied the reaction of his servant then continued. �Or, you can�turn
him. Make him yours. The choice is yours, police girl.�

Bringing a trembling hand to her lips, Seras looked at her
master with horror, �I�I can�t kill him��

�Then you know what you must do, police girl.�

�But��

�Surely the blood of such a prize is tempting, is it
not? I know you hear it screaming through his veins just as much as you can
smell its sweetness already covering his skin.� Leaning closer to his student,
Alucard whispered his order, �Taste him. Take him. Make him yours,
police girl.�

Taste him...take him...mingle
blood with blood and heart with heart. So dangerously simple. So killingly real.
So deliciously wrong.

Could this be real? Her
master's eyes burned into her, the red dripping with joyful aloofness that sent
a chill down her back. She turned her head back to the half conscious paladin,
who had his head bowed and breathing hoarsely. His hands were still up in his
pain, the red on his face covering his lips. She saw the strong hands...the wine
on his lips....his strength would be comes hers and hers alone. His will would
meld with her and he would learn to love her if possible. She wanted it to be.

Want. Selfish, undying
want that made her lick her lips and set fireworks alight in her brain. He could
be hers. He would never try to kill them again, once he was hers. He would be
happy, once he understood. He'd be happy with her...he'd be very happy in
fact...wasn't she suitable for his needs, his desires, the cravings?

Was she..?

Seras gulped only once, and
walked shakily towards the fallen priest. Alucard smiled widely; a drink AND a
show...what his utter luck! If only dear Sir Integra or even dearest, traitorous
Radu could see him now! They would gawk with utter horrified jealousy if they
knew. Too bad he had killed poor Radu. May his spirit be clinging to the rooftop
and peering down agape.

He laughed quietly as he
whipped off his glasses, and sat down on a pew. He watched intently as Seras
kneeled before Alexander, lifting a nervous hand to brush away a few bloody
droplets near his eyes. Feeling the ripping urg ann announce tonight�s event ala
wrestling style, he caught himself in time before his voice boomed out the
sardonic words...after all, they were in a church, and a statue falling would
totally ruin the tedious mood.

Seras took a deep breath as
she took the priest's head in her hands. "I'm sorry...am I hurting you?" she
whispered as she used both hands to lift his chin up to meet her eyes with his
closed ones. Letting out a groan, he opened one eye and lifted his head with the
most painful of movements. Fire raged in his neck, and for once he cursed God
for his regenerating powers.

"If I said yes, would you take
pleasure in it?"

Seras shook her head fervently
as she moved closer to pillow his head on her shoulder. Anderson shuddered when
he felt her cold skin, holding himself stiffly as she leaned into his bulk. Her
hand came up flittingly to touch the back of his head, and maternally wrapped a
arm around his torso. She was so young...fresh and new and unbroken...innocent
and so much like him it hurt. Her cold skin against his cheek, a lovely, steel
wrapped in silk pressed tightly against his body, feeling the ripeness of her
bosom containing the unbeating heart...if she had not been dead, he would have
declared her holy.

"I can do this...we can do
this....it will only hurt a little and then it will be all right..." she
whispered into his ear. "Then no pain. It's...it's like getting a shot of
morphine from the doctor, only...nicer. You'll see..."

She drew away and studied his
face intently, licking her lips nervously. He opened his eyes and stared at her
with a patient, dead trust that had been hiding away for many years. The open
innocence on her face made him want to pray, damning the monster that was
forcing her to do this to him. He was ugly and huge and grizzled; an old
religious war dog who had the blood of hundreds on his hands. What if he hurter, er, ripped her, tore her, squeezed the soft little throat as they entwined?
Would the monster laugh at their pain? Why here? Why must she be dead? Why was
he the chosen man of God? Why not in a normal bed, with normal bodies, with
normal hearts, with normal lives?

A million questions ran
through his head and fled as she leaned in with parted lips.

The cool press of her lips
against his forehead, the smell of her shampoo and the gentle caress of her
fingers against his scarred cheek sent a shiver of anticipation mixed with fear
down his spine. His eyes drifted closed at the gentle contact, and his racing
heart seemed to calm. The gentle press of her lips moved down his face, lightly
fluttering over his own blood smeared lips, and then lightly tracing his scar
down his jaw line to his throat and to where his pulse was the strongest. A
slight prickling sensation told him that the police girl was taking her time to
taste and test his flesh her sharp teeth barely brushing the trembling surface
above his pulse. His breath hitching in his throat, Anderson braced himself for
the tearing sensation when those now gentle teeth would turn violent and she
would begin to feed.

As if sensing his
apprehension, Seras murmured, �Shhh�it�s okay, it won�t hurt.� That said, she
licked the tender flesh just a few bare inches from his ear and as gently as she
could, sank her teeth into Anderson�s external jugular vein. The warmth that
flooded her mouth was sweeter than any candy she had ever had as a human and as
soon as the first droplets reached her throat, instinct took over.

The burning, ripping sensation
of flesh being rendered and savaged that Anderson was expecting never came.
Instead he felt the quick prick of needle like teeth then the building of heat
from the bite that spread throughout his body. The fire raged through his
veins, soothing and calming his fears. �So this is death,� he thought as his
body began to feel warm and heavy, as if he was slipping into a drug induced
slumber. But before he fell into the gentle arms of eternity another spark
began burning replacing the fading warmth of life. This was a burning need to
touch and taste.
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