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Eternal Hearts: Book Two-Homecoming	By : alucardsangel1973 Category: Hellsing > General Views: 14939 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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This chapter includes strong language and a brief but detailed torture scene. Readers have been warned.

Homecoming

Part 10
After a brief struggle Seras knocked Steadlum out cold. His
limp frame was carried over Alucard's shoulder to the castle's
dungeon. He felt a slapping sensation against his face. His eyes
slowly opened and there was Alucard with a very sinister smile on
his face. In the background was Seras glaring angrily at him.
Pickman was there as well with a glare equally as angry.
"Well well, looks like we've got a little audiance. They
don't look very happy with you do they? Not that I can blame
them. Deserting men that looked to you as their captain and
depended on you to lead them. You ran out on them and left them
to die horrible deaths. I don't know who's going to enjoy this
more, myself, Seras Victoria or Pickman." Alucard said
looking at his young vampire bride and their human companion.
"Enjoy what?" Steadlum asked nervously.
"Interrogating you of course. I've been ordered by my
master to obtain whatever it is you're hiding. And since I can't
seem to get into your head to do it, I'll just have to get it out
of you the old fashioned way." Alucard replied maniacally.
"I'm afraid I won't be able to witness the little show.
The commander will need me to accompany him into the village to
prepare the volunteers for combat. But there is something I want
to get off my chest before you start with this bastard."
Pickman said approaching Steadlum. The Hellsing officer looked
hatefully at the chained prisoner.
"Garreth was one of my closest friends in Hellsing. He
was a damn good soldier and an even better captain. He deserved
better than what he got. I don't know what you're hiding, but I
damn well hope you hold out long enough so that Alucard can
torment your ass as payment for what happened to our men and to
Garreth." He said and slapped Steadlum across the face.
"Not very popular now are you?" Alucard asked
mockingly as Steadlum glared at Pickman. His words spent, Pickman
left the dungeon and went to join Ferguson who was waiting
outside.
"Pity Pickman isn't able to watch. To bad we don't have
something to record this little event on. We could give it to him
as a retirement present." Alucard replied sarcastically.
"I think he'd rather have the gold watch." Seras
said.
"Hmmm, true. I guess you'll just have to enjoy it for him
police girl." Answered the elder vampire.
"Gladly." Seras replied, her normally sweet voice
full of venom.
"You can do whatever you want to me you undead filth, but
I'm not telling you anything. By the time you get the information
out of me it will be too late anyhow!" Steadlum spat.
"Yes, yes, you'll never talk no matter how much I torture
you." Alucard said in a disinterested voice. Then he grabbed
Steadlum's chin and pushed his head firmly against the wall.
"I've yet to see anyone who could live up to such boasts.
I warned you that you should have been more careful to stay in
Sir Integra's good graces. I'm not permitted to kill you human,
but that doesn't mean that I can't make you wish you were
dead." Alucard growled viciously.
He looked over at Seras who was leaning against a table full
of...specialized equipment. Her face looked different than the
other times Steadlum had seen her. She no longer looked vunerable
or frustrated. Even when she stood up to him she didn't have the
expression on her face that she did now. Her face was full of
utter hatred and malice toward the prisoner. Her face was more
like her former master's. The only difference was those crimson
orbs could still exude an aura of female beauty that could entice
weak minded human males.
Alucard looked at her standing next to the table of torture
impliments. He smiled wickedly and looked back at Steadlum.
"Look at her, how beautiful she is. It's amazing how I
thought my master was the perfect choice, and yet I've found my
consort in the form of a young woman from MI-5. Strong,
beautiful, viscious in battle, yet she retains just enough of her
humanity to be the perfect mix. Amazing how desirable she looks
when she's angry." Alucard said in an almost musing tone.
"I don't give a rat's ass about you or your bitch!"
Steadlum barked. Alucard only laughed and continued looking
toward Seras.
Alucard slapped Steadlum across the face and pushed his head
back against the wall. "You WILL speak respectfully of my
bride when you adress her." Alucard hissed. Steadlum bore
his teeth trying to look agressive. This was no more than
amusement to the elder vampire.
"Oh well, enough with pleasantries. Time to get down to
business. Seras, would you be a dear and get the prisoner
ready?" Alucard asked walking over to Seras.
"Certainly." Seras responded, the angry look still
on her face. She walked over toward Steadlum with a determined
step.
"Get away from me you undead whore!" Steadlum cried.
"Don't flatter yourself." Seras growled as she
proceeded to rip Steadlum's jacket and shirt clean in half. Then
she ripped one sleeve in half til the underarm of the garment was
completely torn. She did the same to the other sleeve and then
simply slid the upper garments off and flung them on the floor.
"Don't listen very well do you human? I told you to speak
respectfully to my bride. Maybe I should let her have a little
fun with you." Alucard said coldly.
"Anything else you want me to remove other than few
choice body parts?" Seras asked with a hint of her own
sarcasm.
"Now now Seras, we musn't rush to the finale."
Alucard said motioning for Seras to come to him. She walked over
to him. He put his hand gently against her face tilting her chin
upward so she looked him in the eyes.
"Torture is in some respects like sex you know. In order
to reach the climax there needs to be foreplay. Of course, in
this case our pleasure is going to be his pain...a great deal of
it. I taught Walter the finer arts of it when he was younger. He
had the desire and a little skill but lacked patience and style.
He came away with both and then some after watching me in action.
After tonight, you will too." Alucard replied.
Seras watched the elder vampire looking at the table of
implements trying to decide what to start with. He had quite an
arsonel at his disposal. He looked toward a fire pit and his eyes
flashed. The pit was suddenly lit with a roaring flame.
"Seras, take this over to the fire and lay it
there." He said picking up an iron rod and handing it to his
student. Seras took the rod and put the tip to the flame. She
watched the blackend metal begin to glow red.
"Now put it in the coals so it doesn't burn out. It
should stay hot enough for what I'm going to do with it."
Alucard said.
"You sick bastard." Steadlum growled.
Alucard smiled a demonic smile. "You have NO idea."
He replied with an evil chuckle. He picked up a cat o'nine tails
and sauntered over to Steadlum.
"Hmmm, I wonder if I remember exactly how to do
this." He pondered before raising the whip and bringing it
down across Steadlum's chest. Steadlum let out a shout of pain.
"I guess I do." Alucard laughed to himself.
"Get this over with you twisted son of a bitch!"
Steadlum shouted still stinging from the first strike. Alucard
started loosening up his red tie and then removed it from his
neck.
"Does this mean you're going to talk?" Alucard
asked. But before Steadlum had the chance to answer he found that
same tie forcefully shoved into his mouth.
"Guess not." Alucard replied answering his own
question. Steadlum struggled against his chains trying to scream.
The screams however came out as nothing more than muffled
whimpers since he had Alucard's tie stuffed in his mouth. Alucard
brought the whip down across Steadlum's chest again. The prisoner
whimpered and moaned in pain. Several times the nine leather
straps struck Steadlum's chest leaving an impressive group of red
whelts on his skin. He was already shaking from the pain
inflicted by the whip.
Alucard looked at the shaking prisoner with only a sadistic
smile. "You think it hurts now. Trust me, this is just a
small taste of what I've got in my sick mind as you so politely
stated it. I'm a master at testing the limits of human endurance,
specially when it comes to how much pain a human can take. Course
it can end right here if you're willing to tell me what you're
hiding." Alucard said smoothly.
He pulled the tie out of Steadlum's mouth waiting for an
answer. The human looked at Alucard with nothing but spite.
"Go to hell!" Steadlum spat.
"Have it your way then." Alucard replied tossing the
tie over his shoulder and going back to the table. He looked at
the instruments and picked up something that looked like a very
long sewing needle with a handle and two curved ends coming out
the sides. Chosing what he wanted, he walked back over to
Steadlum who eyed the thing with wide, fearful eyes.
Alucard took the point of what was known as a 'misery cord'
and started dragging it slowly across the red whelts on
Steadlum's skin. At first the sensation was nothing more than an
irritating burn, but then Alucard started pushing slowly into the
skin. The point penetrated the first layer. A small stream of
blood began to flow from the wound. Alucard continued dragging
the dagger down until a long laceration was left behind with tiny
streams of blood feathering from the wound. Then he did the same
to the next whelt. If he had done it quickly the pain would have
been more intense, but would have faded quicker as well.
By the time Alucard was done with the misery cord, at least
six long lacerations had been left in its wake. Steadlum was
gritting his teeth and fighting not to spill the information
hidden in his mind. The whip was bad, the slow cuts were worse,
but what was coming next would put the pain caused by the first
two methods to shame.
"Are you taking this in Seras?" Alucard asked as he
stepped back watching his victim shuddering and moaning in pain.
"I certainly am." Seras answered coldly. She found
herself twitching and shifting her legs, but not because what
Alucard was doing to Steadlum bothered her. Alucard noticed the
look in her eyes and her movements.
"Why Seras Victoria, is this...turning you on?" Alucard
asked Seras mentally with an amused smile.
"I can't help it. Watching you with that
whip...." Seras thought back blushing.
"You needn't be shy about it my darling. You are MY
bride after all." Alucard replied. Then he stood
perfectly still as his hair began to grow. He was releasing his
shadows. They took on grotesque beastly mouths with abrasive
tongues. They started slithering toward Steadlum as he struggled
helplessly against his bonds.
"Taste his pain my demons." He commanded.
The hideous shapes, dozens of them, began attaching themselves to
Steadlum's wounds and started licking the bleeding wounds slowly,
very slowly. The feeling could be equated to rubbing sand paper
slowly against paper cuts. They did not go past the first layer
of skin, but they hit the already raw nerves causing exquisite
agony. This had Steadlum screaming loud enough to wake the dead.
Alucard watched with a truly satisfied smile on his face while
his victim suffered.
After about five minutes of this Steadlum had taken all he
could stand.
"It's a ruse! It's all a bloody sham!" The prisoner
screamed wildly. Alucard immediately withdrew his shadows. His
sadistic smile was replaced with one of grave seriousness. He
stomped up to Steadlum and grabbed him by the throat.
"What is a sham?" The vampire demanded.
"This! This whole fucking mission was a scam! The FREAKS
were not made here! They were sent here!" Steadlum yelled.
"Talk you piece of shit or that iron branding rod is
going straight up your sorry ass." Alucard snarled.
"There is no FREAK infestation here! The FREAKS were sent
from a remote location! They were made and being saved for this
purpose! This was meant to lure you away from that bitch you call
master!" Steadlum spat.
"First you insult my bride, and now you insult my master.
Pray Steadlum, PRAY she does not allow me to kill you." The
elder vampire hissed.
"My employer wanted to make sure you were away from
Hellsing so it would be easier for him to execute his plans. And
in case you survived the FREAKS, he wanted to make sure you
didn't leave Romania vampire. That's why he deverted another
organization to make sure you were destroyed." Steadlum
gasped and whined.
"Anderson! That's why Iscariate sent him! They recieved
word as well about what was going on in Romania! Whoever it is
Steadlum is working for wanted to make sure Hellsing and
Iscariate were both detained here so he wouldn't have
interference!" Seras exclaimed.
"She never ceases to amaze me." Alucard said keeping
a firm grip on Steadlum's throat. "So you're telling me both
Hellsing and Iscariate have been brought here as a
diversion?" Alucard asked gruffly.
"Yes!" Steadlum spat.
"Who is this employer of yours? Who wants Hellsing and my
master out of commission?" Alucard growled.
"It doesn't matter. It's probably already too late
now!" Steadlum yelled.
"Seras!" Alucard snapped. "Put the iron on the
flame for one minute, then bring it to me." He hissed.
"With pleasure." Seras said in a low voice.
"What? NO! You wouldn't!" Steadlum screamed
remembering what Alucard said before. Seras walked over to
Alucard and gave him the iron rod. The elder vampire held the red
hot metal only an inch from Steadlum's face.
"You have two choices. You tell me who your employer is
or the glow of this iron is the last thing you will ever
see." The vampire's mood had changed. He was no longer in
the mood to enjoy Steadlum's suffering. He was now focused upon
getting this information back to his master before it was too
late.
As if done involuntarily, Steadlum gave the name of his
employer. Seras withdrew something from her lycra tank top she'd
kept hidden in her bra. "Don't even think about recanting
what you've stated Steadlum. I've got everything recorded. Sir
Integra will want to make sure the Queen knows about this."
She said.
"Take that to Ferguson. He needs to inform Sir Integra
now." Alucard ordered.
"Got it." Seras replied and rushed from the castle.
As she reached the front doors she heard a blood curdling whail
echo from the bowels of the castle. She couldn't stop to enjoy
it. She continued her way out of the castle and went to find
Ferguson and Pickman.

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In London Integra listened intently over the
phone as she recieved the news. Her eyes widened as she heard who
it was who was employing Steadlum as a spy. She began giving
orders almost immediately after she heard the news.

"Understood." She said quickly hanging
up the phone. "Walter!" She shouted into the intercom.

"Yes Sir?" Walter asked.

"Put all available ground troops on alert!
I've just recieved news there is a traitor in our midst! Ferguson
is returning to London immediately with a recorded confession
from a spy! The Queen must be informed at once!" Integra
barked.

"Yes sir!" Walter replied frantically
as he rushed to alert the Hellsing troops.

"Her majesty is not going to be pleased with
this at all." Integra said pounding her fist against her
desk. "The families must be informed of their loved ones
fates." She growled.

****************************************

Seras returned to the castle as soon as she
delivered the taped confession to Ferguson. Pickman returned with
her. They found Alucard waiting for them at the main castle
entrance. Pickman spoke first. "Ferguson has that bastard's
confession and he's on the way back to London. There have been
no more reports of FREAK or ghoul activity. It's just like
Steadlum told us. Everything was a sham, even down to that bull
shit note left on Garreth's body. Everything was a damn
ruse." Pickman said with notable anger in his voice. He
stomped toward a stone wall and pounded his fist madly against
it.

"Damn that son of a bitch! A lot of brave
men died because of him and this other traitor!" He yelled.

Seras started foward but Alucard stopped her.
"Leave him be Seras. He will be fine once he has vented his
frustrations. Has Sir Integra given us any further orders?"
He asked.

"Ferguson took the only available Hellsing
aircraft so we're to remain here in Romania. Sir Integra feels
the traitor will be apprehended soon after the Queen hears
Steadlum's confession. I can't believe that one of the Knights of
the Round table was behind this." Seras answered.

"I can. Those old fools have both envied and
feared my master and the power she holds. Some have sought to
take that power from her. I admit this one had a rather effective
plan. Simple now that we know how it was done, but effective none
the less. Send both Hellsing and Iscariate to Romania, have us
meet by chance and hope that we destroyed each other."
Alucard said.

"It's scary to think one of the Knights
actually made a deal with the creators of the FREAKS. Then try to
get both Hellsing and Iscariate out of the way. What if one of
them gets the idea to try and succeed where this one
failed." Seras pondered nervously.

"Oh I don't think we're going to have to
worry about another such foolish attempt. If there is one thing I
do admire about the British; they certainly make sure anyone who
gets any bright ideas thinks twice after seeing the last fool who
attempts a coup." Alucard replied.

Seras looked up at her former master for a
moment. He became quiet and looked out at the horizon.
"Alucard, what are you thinking about?" She asked.

"There is something I need to do before we
leave Romania, and tonight I have a feeling will be my only
chance to do it." Alucard answered.

"What do you need to do?" Seras
questioned.

"There is someone I've not seen in a very,
very long time. We need to hurry. Integra will most likely order
us back to London once Ferguson has the plane returned to pick us
up." Alucard said.

"You want me to come with you?" Seras
asked.

"Yes. I want you to see this along with
me." Alucard answered.

"What about the prisoner?"

"Trust me. I don't think he's going to be
going anywhere. The only way he's getting through those chains is
if he chews through his own arms. And after the pain he's been
through, I don't think he'll be in condition to do such a
thing." Alucard replied.

****************************************

Alucard took Seras to a remote spot. There were
two bodies of land split by one body of water. Alucard pointed to
what lay across the river. "There Seras, is the isle of
Snagoff. We will be going across the river to a small
monestery." The elder vampire said.

"You, going to a...monestery?" Seras
asked.

"Yes. You will understand once we get
there." Aluard answered. He raised his hand and a large
portal opened. "Come. We must be quick about this." He
said taking Seras's hand. She stepped through the void with him.
They emerged from the blackness upon the other side. Alucard
looked around cautiously making sure no one was around.

He motioned for Seras to follow him. She kept
close to him until they came upon the stone monestery.
"Usually there is only one monk at this hour tending the
entrance. I'll have to put him to sleep so he will not know we
were here. Somehow I don't think it would be a good idea if the
poor fellow saw a man who has supposedly died over five centuries
ago. To say the least the shock would stop his heart."
Alucard said with a soft laugh.

He looked and saw a monk tending to the inside of
the sacred structure. Though he could not see Alucard or Seras,
the young monk suddenly began to feel very drowsy. He fought to
stay awake but soon sucumb to the trance Alucard was putting him
under.

"Hurry. He won't be asleep long."
Alucard said tugging Seras's hand to get her to follow him. She
walked hurriedly at his side as they entered the monestery. Seras
looked at the sleeping monk for a moment.

"Don't worry, there's no one else here but
us. And he will sleep for at least half an hour. We'll be gone
before he knows what happened." Alucard replied.

Seras crouched near a small space on the stone
floor that looked like a flat altar. She noticed the picture of a
man with long black hair. He had a beard and mustache. Her eyes
widened when she read the name.

"Yes Seras, you have found my grave."
Alucard said in a silent tone. "This is where I am
supposedly buried. Archeologist have tried to prove my remains
are buried here. But they found only animal bones." Alucard
continued.

"Animal bones?" Seras asked.

"Yes. I will explain after we return to
London. That is not the reason we came here however. There
is...another grave I want you to see." The elder vampire
answered.

Seras continued looking at the site in awe.
Alucard walked over to a huge stone coffin. His eyes grew solem
and serious. He took off one of his gloves and touched the
structure. One word escaped his lips. "Father."

Seras got to her feet. "Alucard?" She
asked.

"Come here Seras." He said.

He gently took her hand and placed it against the
stone sarcofogus. "This is the resting place of Vlad Dracul.
Here lies the sire of your sire Seras Victoria." Alucard
replied.

"This is your father?" Seras asked with
wide eyes.

"Yes. He was my human father. Unlike you, I
was not turned by another vampire. My begetting was very
different." Alucard answered.

"How did he die?" Seras asked again.

"He was assasinated. In that day, political
turmoil reigned in Romania. Many princes suffered the same fate.
As you know, my fate was...very different." Alucard
answered.

Seras looked at the stone coffin and felt the
cold material beneathe her fingers. Alucard put back on the glove
he'd taken off. "Seras, we must go. It's not wise to stay
here too long. It's time for us to return to the castle and await
Integra's orders." Alucard said.

Seras nodded and followed her former master,
looking back one last time at the resting place of Alucard's
father.

****************************************

Pickman sat outside the castle rubbing his head.
Nothing had happened since Alucard and Seras made their brief
journey. He tried to keep his mind focused on the situation at
hand. He wanted nothing more than to go rip Steadlum apart, but
had a feeling Alucard had made the bastard suffer far more than
Pickman could even attempt to. His head jerked upward hearing
voices.

"Anything happen whilst Seras and I were
away?" Alucard questioned.

"No. Thankfully there's been no activity.
I'm waiting to hear from Ferguson. The men we'd rounded up to
help us fight have all been sent back to their homes. Their
services would not be required. I can't believe this whole thing
was a ruse. And that a Knight of the round table could be behind
it all." Pickman answered.

"He wasn't the sole master mind. He was a
puppet. A willing puppet, but a puppet never the less."
Alucard replied.

"He should have his ass thrown in the Tower
of London." Pickman growled.

"That might not be such a bad idea."
Alucard mused with his trademark smirk.

to be continued...
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