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Midnight Roses	By : FlameWolf666 Category: Hellsing > Het - Male/Female Views: 7370 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: (Skip me if you don't want the surprise spoiled) I do not own anyone or anything from the 'Subspecies' movies. All characters and the movies are (c) Full Moon Entertainment. This is just for fun and I make no profit from this.
Author's Note: Yeah, I'm a tad of a perfectionist but I wanna make sure this is polished.
Chapter Seven: A Scent of Iron
A dark figure sat on an ornate throne, his slender, bony, unnaturally long, white fingers curled around an odd artifact. It was a red stone that resembled a mountain in some ways and sat in a holder that resembled a pair of clawed hands grasping it. The red color of the odd object came from the thick, blood-like fluid that seemed to swirl inside. With a low growl, the creature holding it slowly tipped it up to his quivering lips. With a sound of immense satisfaction, the thing on the throne suckled at the very tip of the stone. Sickly slurping noised filled the empty stone chambers as a couple small, red demons scampered by his booted feet.
His black clothing rustling softly as he got to his feet, the ghastly creature slowly made his way to a window over looking the valley below his castle. The light of the full moon illuminated his ghoulish looking face. His almost glowing white skin was stretched tightly over his face, showing off every hollow of the skull beneath; giving him an almost skeletal appearance. Inky black, stringy, greasy hair framed his horrifying visage and a cruel sneer adorned his pale lips. Two sets of fangs peeked over his upper lip, giving him a rather monstrous appearance. Closing his burning, sunset colored eyes, the unearthly monster stretched his powers; as if searching for something.
She was staring up at a crumbling castle, her pale hands clutched in tight fists. Her black hair hung to her shoulders and her hazel eyes held a slight red tinge. The moonlight reflected off her pale skin as she gathered her courage and opened the ancient door. The wood was so rotted, it was a wonder it didn't simply disintegrate under her delicate hand.
A cold wind blew from behind her, fluttering her white dress around her as she hesitated. Something about this seemed wrong, as if she was trapped in someone else's body. Shaking off the feeling, the female entered the empty corridors; ignoring the door as it slammed shut behind her. The color around her seemed oddly faded, as if she was seeing a distant memory. Knitting her pale brow in slight confusion, the female continued down the corridor until it opened out into a large room.
A throne occupied the far right wall, opposite of a fireplace in the left. Another opening in the opposite end led to a staircase that led downward. A candle studded chandelier hung from the ceiling but the spacious room was otherwise unoccupied. She called a name that she didn't seem to be able to hear. Tilting her head in confusion, the black haired female tried again; only able to hear a very muffled noise where a name should be. “Michelle,” came a raspy sigh from the portal on the other side of the room.
Her red rimmed, hazel eyes narrowed in hate as she slowly stepped into the room. As she came forward a few steps, a shadowy form slowly came into view from the stairs on the other side. “You've come to me at last,” came an almost reverent sigh as a pale horror made his way up the stairs and into the room.
“I only came to say goodbye. I've had enough of living like this and I wanted you to see this,” she spat in a hateful voice, faintly bloody tears rimming her eyes as she glared at the monster across from her. Slowly, she raised a small, blessed, silver dagger; positioning the tip over her unbeating heart.
“No, Michelle you can't,” he rasped, fear flashing over his skull-like face as his shadows began to gather around him. She only glared at him with hate filled, yet sad eyes. Then she plunged the sharp instrument into her chest and her world exploded into bright, white pain.
“Michelle!” came a male roar from right beside her, his unnaturally long fingers scrabbling on the silver handle as he struggled to pull it free of her chest. A faint hiss came from his hands as the blessed material burned the skin. Coughing up black blood, the female allowed a small smile to curl her lips as she felt her consciousness begin to slip.
Maxine sat up with a gasp, panting harshly as her heart thudded in her chest. She could still feel the piercing pain in her chest as well as her impending death. Reflexively feeling her unwounded chest, the soldier looked around the room with frantic, emerald eyes. There were three people right beside her bed and she startled backwards out of reflex, pressing into the headboard and whimpering in fear.
Her reaction seemed to draw growl from a fourth figure that stood near the door of the room. The crimson clad figure twitched as if he was going to start moving towards her. “Alucard!” snarled a familiar female voice in warning, making the frightened female relax slightly. As her vision cleared, she was finally able to see Integra, Walter and Seras by her bedside. Alucard stood like a surly sentinel by the door, his leather covered arms crossed in front of his chest. His head was slightly lowered so his black bangs hung in his face and his huge, red fedora hid his expression.
In a rush, everything came back to her and she was on her feet. “What's the situation? How long have I been out?” she bit out, all business despite her collapse earlier.
“While I am glad you are ready to defend us, I am much more concerned with your welfare Ms. Stone,” Integra whispered, getting to her feet and grabbing the other female's suit covered arm in a loose grip. Alucard twitched as the heiress grabbed her, an almost silent growl coming from his direction.
“Alucard told us you fainted after hearing who was attacking us. What is your connection to this monster?” the platinum haired femme whispered, smoke curling up from the cigarillo in her mouth. Max winced at the question, looking down with a shameful expression on her pale face.
“He raised her as a child. He appears to be under an outside influence,” Alucard answered for her tersely, earning a shocked look from both his mistress and the human female.
“Are you going to be able to take him out?” Integra hissed, turning back to face Max. Sympathy swirled under the sternness in her eyes, making the soldier feel even more ashamed. It was her job to protect this manor with everything she had and here she was, being hidden by the people she was supposed to defend.
“Yes sir,” she hissed, steely determination in her emerald eyes. Seras looked at her worriedly but Integra nodded her approval. Only Alucard seemed to have a neutral reaction, not making a sound after the female's declaration. Someone watching him closely would notice his hands had curled into tight fists.
“Good, you've only been out for a few minutes. He hasn't made it inside yet but he's close,” Integra briefed, releasing Max and removing her smoke from her mouth as she began to pace.
“You and Seras are to head upstairs to try to head him off. Maybe seeing you will be enough to stop him,” the platinum haired commander snarled, blowing out smoke like a chimney as she continued to move back and forth. Alucard went visibly stiff at the order, another low growl escaping him.
“Alucard, you are to stay near me until I tell you otherwise. We have no idea what this bastard has planned,” she finished, fixing the seething nosferatu with a cold glare. The vampire's shadows flared in response, the runes on his gloves briefly glowing red before he subdued.
Not having time to ponder the creature's odd behavior, Max merely saluted to Integra and sprinted out the door. Seras gathered her large Halconnen, hefting the heavy gun as if it weighed nothing as she followed closely behind the running soldier.
Silence stretched between the trio that was left behind as a slight haze of smoke began to fill the room. “We will remain here for the time being,” Integra ordered, sitting down on one of Seras' two chairs and taking a drag from the rolled cylinder between her fingers. Walter bowed with a smile, eyeing the still fuming demon. Alucard's hands twitched in response but the rest of him remained almost eerily still.
“Will he be alright?” the old butler asked, watching Alucard closely.
“He'll have to be,” hissed the commanding female, a slight glare on her face as she watched the creature by the door. The monster's shadows writhed behind him on occasion, giving away just how close to the edge he was. It almost seemed as if it was taking every shred of his control to do as his master ordered him. As the two humans watched the agitated vampire, they couldn't help but wonder just how long his control would last.
The thick scent of blood and pained screams were the first things that greeted the two women as they burst through the front doors of the mansion. Seras staggered beside her, a tan gloved hand coming up to her mouth in a mix of horror and nausea. Several of their fellows littered the law before them, entrails, body parts and gore splattered all over the once green grass. Several severely maimed soldiers were dragging their mutilated bodies across the grass, blood pouring from torn off limbs. “Jesus,” the young vampire whispered, disgust thick in her voice as she staggered in place.
Max felt her own wave of nausea at the sight, swaying in place as her gun unconsciously lowered. Had Raoul done all this or had it been his ghouls? She sincerely hoped it was the ghouls, not wanting her once caretaker to be responsible for the scene before her. The idea that he had personally killed all these people was honestly more than she could bear. “Oh fuck, there he is!” Seras screamed from beside her, bringing her large cannon up to her shoulder and aiming it at something.
The suit wearing soldier whirled to face the gates of the fence that surrounded Hellsing, her emerald eyes going wide with fear. There, completely silhouetted by his shadows, stood Raoul. The only visible part of him were his eyes, which glowed in two crimson pinpoints of light. His shadows traveled swiftly along the ground towards her, having an almost spidery look as they reached for her dress shoes.
Maxine couldn't help but step back, terror filling every fiber of her being. The creature before her certainly looked like Raoul but it didn't act like him at all. A low, predatory hiss came from the shadowy demon several feet in front of her as a crooked, fang filled grin appeared in the nebulous darkness that served as his body. “Seras get back! There's something seriously wrong with him,” she warned, split seconds before the shadowy demon charged at them. Instead of moving, the brave draculina shot at the fast approaching vampire, gasping as the shot merely passed through him like he was made of smoke.
“Its no use! Fucking run!” Max screamed, shoving the blonde out of the way. Then the soldier found her air cut off as she was suddenly hauled into the air by her throat, her once trusted companion smiling up at her insanely. Behind her, Seras got to her feet and sprinted back toward the mansion as fast as her legs could carry her.
“Enough my pet, let her down,” came a breathy rasp out of the very air around them, making the insane nosferatu freeze. Then, ever so gently, he lowered her to the ground and released her neck. Max skittered back with a gasp, aiming her gun straight at Raoul's heart as she tried to regain her breath.
“You'll have to forgive him. He's a bit overeager to please,” came a raspy voice, sounding as if it was being blown on the wind itself.
“Where the fuck are you and what the hell did you do to Raoul?” Maxine snarled, her emerald eyes darting around as she kept her gun trained on the blonde vampire.
“How rude of me,” came a rattling hiss right beside her as a ghoulish looking creature materialized out of the darkness to her right. The thing looked like nothing she had ever seen before, almost like something out of a nightmare. His face closely resembled a skull that had skin stretched tight over it and his horribly elongated fingers moved restlessly on his thighs. A tender, almost loving grin slowly curled his pale lips, revealing his frightening double fangs on the top.
“What the fuck are you?!” she gasped, whirling to point her gun at the hideous monster as she backed several feet away from him. He was definitely a vampire but was unlike anything she had ever encountered. Whatever he was, he felt old, powerful and frighteningly evil; the aura he exuded nearly making the air unbreatheable. To her surprise, something like hurt passed through his sunset orbs before he slowly bowed before her.
“I am Radu Vladislas,” he answered, his voice nothing but a gruff, rattling hiss.
“What the fuck did you do to Raoul!” Max screamed, fear and rage fighting for dominance within her. She was fairly certain the creature was the cause of her caretaker killing all these people with his own hands.
“Ah, you speak of the blonde one. He was not very co-operative when he found out my plans for you so I had to take measures into my own hands,” the thing hissed, a dark smile replacing the loving one from earlier as he looked at the other vampire with disdain.
“You're fucking controlling him! You made him kill all these people! You made him set those freaks on that village! Why?!” the female screamed, seeing red from the amount of rage flowing through her small body. This creature before her had dared to take Raoul's will from him and forced him to turn against her as well as kill innocent humans. If she had her say, he wouldn't be living through this night.
“You do not remember,” he stated, his voice sounded broken as he looked at her with pain filled eyes.
“What the fuck is it with you accursed vampires and me remembering shit?! Are you talking about more of this past life fuckery?! Look! I don't care about whatever twisted relationship you had with me in a past life, the fucking past is the past! After what you did to Raoul, I can safely say I doubt I reciprocated your feelings even then,” Maxine roared, veins standing out in her neck as her finger began to tighten on the trigger of her semi-auto.
“Just like old times,” the thing stated, dark satisfaction in his eyes and voice. Then his lips curled into a cruel smile that sent a jolt of pain straight to her brain. Something, deep inside her, recoiled in fright, revulsion and guilt from the sight of it. Almost going to her knees, the soldier gritted her teeth and kept her self standing through sheer force of will. Ignoring the trickle of blood that came from her nose, Maxine fired several blessed rounds at the demon in front of her.
The dark haired creature in front of her merely laughed at her efforts, disappearing into his shadow to allow the projectiles to pass harmlessly over him. In a second he was reformed, the same cruel grin stretching his lips. “I will enjoy your cries of pain and anguish my fledgling,” he hissed, a horrifying raspy noise coming from him as he raised his elongated fingers. She only had time to realize that the horror was laughing before he snapped his fingers and Raoul was moving.
Time seemed to slow to a crawl as she saw her father, brother, teacher pounce at her like some crazed beast, his mouth splitting open unnaturally wide to reveal a nest of fangs within his gaping maw. It almost felt like she was trapped in molasses as she turned painfully slow to point her rifle at the oncoming monster. Color seemed to drain out of everything as the crazed nosferatu knocked the muzzle out of the way at the same time she fired, landing on her with his claws poised at her throat. “R-raoul!” she screamed out desperately, shoving the barrel of her rifle into his gaping nightmare of a mouth.
In flashes, she saw bits of her life with Raoul. Of him always sharing a bed with her, never letting her be alone after her first night. She had awoken from nightmares and had been nearly hysterical. It had taken him several hours just to calm her down enough to stop sobbing. Then a flash to when he patiently taught her a difficult language, never getting frustrated with her failure to grasp it. The vampire had never killed humans while around her and only fed from animals when he needed to. This gentle, loving man was now poised to slit her throat if she made one wrong move.
With a low growl, the creature lolled out his long, demonic looking tongue; licking up and down her face. Max only had to suffer the loathsome touch for a few seconds before Raoul was ripped from her. A low, demonic sounding growl reverberated through the air as a shadow moved along the ground, coming from the entrance of the mansion and covering the soldier in a protective cocoon of darkness. A familiar, dark presence appeared in the darkness beside her, roughly pulling the stunned woman to her feet before shoving her behind his crimson clad back. “A-alucard?” she whispered, staring at the creature in front of her with terror filled eyes.
The 'No-life King' towered before her, his body swarming with darkness as his shadows slowly receded from around them. None of his body looked solid, the exposed parts seeming to almost be living darkness that was filled with eyes and fangs. The sight of his power drove a small, frightened noise from the soldier as she found herself backing away from the dark creature. Her movement brought another snap from the ghoul that stood watching them, causing Raoul to launch himself at her with a crazed snarl.
Alucard's form burst with darkness for a moment before the shadows quickly began to pull back, solidifying again. As he formed again within the span of nanoseconds, he looked much different than before. A draconic looking red armor adorned his lithe body, his face was much more rugged and a thick, old fashioned looking mustache adorned his upper lip. His closed eyes opened, revealing pitch black orbs as a loud snarl ripped from the pissed Prince of Shadows.
All of this only took the span of a second, going mostly unnoticed by Maxine as she raised her gun to defend herself from her crazed benefactor. Black eyes narrowing, the vampire began to move to rip Raoul's head off when he was stopped by a tight, unforgiving grip on his armor clad arm. Alucard whirled to bury his claws into the one who dared to stop him. “It has been a long time Prince Vlad,” the thing hissed, grinning as it gripped the other nosferatu's wrist in a tight grip.
“Radu,” Alucard hissed, his voice deep and thickly accented as he glowered down at the ghoul-like creature in front of him. Behind him Max let out a distressed cry as Raoul landed on top of her, his long tongue wrapping around her throat.
The armor clad demon winced, turning his head briefly toward the woman. His attention was quickly brought back to the monstrous lord in front of him by claws raking across his face. “Best keep you attention on me Tepes,” the thing cackled, licking his blood from its long, curved claws. Radu's lips were pulled back in a cruel smile, revealing the double fangs on top. Alucard snarled in response, revealing his own teeth had all become gruesome fangs. He would have to put down this abomination down quickly and hope the human could protect herself.
As the two ancient vampires began to circle eachother, Maxine once again placed the muzzle of her semi-auto into Raoul's mouth. “Raoul, please!” she screamed, tears streaming down her face as she began to tighten her finger on the trigger. The blonde thing on top of her convulsed, his horrid tongue unwrapping from her neck and whipping back into his mouth like a demented tape measure. With a loud howl of pain, he leaned back and pressed the heels of his hands to his burning crimson eyes as his visage began to return to something more human.
“Ma-ax,” he hissed, his voice distorted and demonic; sounding as if there were several talking at once.
“Raoul, come back to your senses,” she begged, keeping her rifle pointed at him just in case. The still crazed vampire clutched his head in his clawed hands, howling in pain as he ran his sharp claws down his face.
“I c-cannot my little one,” he gritted out in a tortured, more human sounding voice, his entire body shaking from the effort of struggling against Radu's hold on his mind.
“Please, kill me before I hurt you! I am aware of all of my actions against you and it is torture to be forced to treat you so,” he ground out, looking at her with tortured eyes as his face rippled beneath his hands.
“Raoul, I…,” she began, forgetting what happened in the city and the fact that he was currently her enemy. This was her most trusted companion, someone who had taken care of her all of her life. Someone who had been used and misguided simply because of some stupid brand on her soul that kept them from being together. All of the sudden, the soldier was unsure if she would be able to kill Raoul if she had to.
“Max, do it! Please! I do not want to be the one to hand you to that monster,” he roared out, his voice slipping back to sounding demonic as his jaw began to elongate. Max watched in horror, tears filling her eyes as she tightened her finger on the trigger.
Across from them, Radu and Alucard were currently engaged in a battle that would drive most mortals mad. Evil poured from the ancient pair as their shadowy forms swirled around each other. Unspeakable creatures burst from the nebulous demons, clashing at eachother with teeth and claws; crimson eyes and fanged mouths bursting from the creatures' shadowy bodies. On occasion the clashing vampires' heads would form out of the darkness to grin at eachother, dark amusement glittering in their crimson eyes. It had been the first decent fight in centuries for the both of them, despite how desperate the situation was, the two warriors couldn't help but enjoy it.
“Being a pet of the humans has seemed to have given you enormous power. You make me feel tempted to try it myself,” the ghastly creature hissed in a taunting manner, baring his unusual fangs at the nosferatu he was grappling with.
“It has its advantages,” Alucard snarled, dark glee glittering in his black eyes. The two sneered at eachother, their eyes beginning to glow red as their shadows swirled around them and hid them from view.
A sudden, loud gunshot made both combatants freeze in place, their shadows receding immediately as they returned to their more human forms. Both ancient beings looked toward Max, both ready to stop the other if they made a move toward the female. Max, oblivious of what had been going on mere feet in front of her, still sat on the ground; staring at the smoking barrel of her semi-auto. She looked up at Raoul, tears flowing freely down her cheeks as she took in the sight before her.
The vampire she had once longed to call lover was now missing most of his head, his blood splattered all over her face and clothes. Her emerald eyes followed the body as it seemed to slip to the side in slow motion, aware of a dim, anguished sounding scream coming from somewhere. Dimly realizing it was her, the still screaming female flung herself on top of the now dead nosferatu. Tears of absolute anguish and heartbreak rolled down her blood covered cheeks as she continued to wail her grief to the heavens, her hands tightly clutching his shirt and her cheek pressed against his blood soaked chest.
Alucard shuddered in place, as if socked in the stomach by the sheer power of her anguish. Then he was moving, the armor disappearing for a more royal looking wardrobe as a slight blue color began to swirl in his ebony eyes. Seeing her so distraught was tearing away at whatever restraints were left on his past and he found himself slowly beginning to remember just who this woman was to him so long ago. A time that was lifetimes ago for most humans and one he had tried to bury deep within his mind.
Radu moved faster, his shadows shooting out and engulfing the female. Before either could react, the abomination disappeared with her; leaving behind a seriously pissed No Life King. *“Alerga în timp ce poți, hibrid. Nu o va păstra pentru mult timp. Murdărie dvs nu va atinge din nou iubitul meu,” he snarled in a deadly voice, his eyes turning ice blue briefly before he simply melted into the shadows. That creature would suffer greatly for daring to touch what was his. With a snarl, he spread his powers before himself in an effort to pick up the trail of his stolen female. Taking only a few seconds to find a faint trace, the powerful demon began the hunt.
*Translation: 'Run while you can, hybrid. You will not keep her for long. Your filth will never touch my beloved again.'
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