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Red Roses for Your Lover	By : DreadfulPenny Category: Hellsing > General Views: 6746 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Seras had been carried back and forth in the corridors of the ship often enough to know that Walter was not taking her directly back to his room. Soon enough she recognized the familiar path to the lab and tensed in his arms.

�Shh, Seras, don�t disprove the Major�s pleasure so quickly,� Walter whispered in her ear as he pushed open the door to the lab.

Doc looked up from his notes, �Ah, Butler, the Major is finished with you and your young friend so soon? I didn�t expect to have the pleasure of her company this evening. Captain G�nsche is away making some final preparations for our visit to Berlin.� It never ceased to surprise Seras how these people could couch such reprehensible actions in phrases that sounded so civilized.

�No, Doc, I was checking in to see if you had obtained the item I requested of you two days ago. I also wondered if you would be so kind as to allow me the use of your lab either this evening or in the morning?�

Doc blinked behind his lenses and flipped through them to a setting he seemed to find more comfortable. �If you require privacy, you�ll need to wait until morning, however, if you don�t mind an audience, you may use the lab at your convenience. The item you requested is in a box in the cabinet behind you and to the left.�

Walter settled Seras in �her� chair and retrieved the item in question from the cabinet. She watched him as he opened the lid, looked inside and smiled approvingly. �This should serve admirably. My thanks.�

Walter ignored her and began bustling around the room, gathering items that made Seras more and more apprehensive. �I don�t mind if you observe. You might find some of it informative, if I understand some of the research you have been conducting.�

Seras was desperate enough to try to snoop in Walter�s head for a clue to his intent. All she could determine from the glimpse she caught was that her blood was going to be involved somehow. That was hardly a new experience in her time as his lover and plaything. Private time with him that didn�t involve her blood on his lips just didn�t seem to happen. She closed her eyes and began to calm herself. She had learned early on that the more upset she was, the more what Walter did to her would hurt. Her self-control had grown remarkably in recent weeks. She laughed ruefully to herself that it had taken Walter and Millennium to teach her how to be a vampire in ways she would have rejected under Alucard�s tutelage.

She could hear Walter speaking quietly with the Doc. If she tried, she could hear what he was saying, but she wasn�t sure she wanted to know since her forays into Walter�s thoughts had unsettled her quite enough. Instead she concentrated on tracking the movements of various vampires around the zeppelin. It was calming and gave her a feeling of reassurance that she wasn�t as helpless as her captors thought.

Fingers snapped by her ear. Seras opened her eyes and looked at Walter, who was kneeling in front of her, looking amused. �Are we that boring to you? We can�t have that.� He picked her up and carried her to the lab table, where Seras was frightened to see he had already arranged heavy restraints. Doc stood by to help Walter; between the two of them, they removed her oversized shirt and strapped her face down on the cold table with little difficulty.

Walter knelt by her head. �Do you remember how unhappy I have been that my lovely artworks don�t remain when you are given a chance to heal?� She stared at him mutely, trying to hide the fear the question elicited in her. �I have found an answer to that problem, I believe.� Seras bit her lip and shook her head slightly at him.

�Please, Walter, can�t you wait to do this until we�re alone?� The thought of the things Walter did to her being observed by someone else was even worse than the fear of what he would do. I really have changed.

His face reflected her thoughts about the way she had changed. �Our time is limited, my dear, and I still have other plans for the night.� He stood and turned away. She closed her eyes, knowing that whatever was coming would come whether she wanted it or not. A cold metal tap on her nose opened her eyes. With some effort, she focused on the silver scalpel that Walter was holding in front of her face. �You close your eyes too much, Seras. Don�t make me find a method of forcing you to keep them open.�

She jumped when she felt scratching contact on her back, but realized that he was taunting her with a fingernail. �If you move too much, you will ruin the lines. Since I intend this piece to be permanent, don�t do anything to mar its beauty, as you will be the one wearing it.�

Permanent? How is he going to do anything permanent?

Seras steeled herself against the true cuts that would be coming. Resistance was not the means of enduring Walter�s protracted games; instead, a sort of mindful submission made them more bearable. There was no point in paying attention to time, no point in begging for him to stop, no point in doing anything except concentrating on the next break in the pain when the relief would wash over her for the moments or minutes until the next cut. If she was lucky, he would accompany those breaks with a gentle touch or caress which were a balm to her agony.

The first cut started just above the cleft of her buttocks and dragged up along her spine. Seras carefully kept her fingers and toes relaxed and counted the blood droplets on the floor in her view. The cuts that only went across unmarked skin were less painful than those that crossed existing cuts. She stopped trying to count how many times Walter had drawn his scalpel across her back � five, ten, a thousand, it didn�t matter. It only mattered that she keep herself from submitting to the screams that tried to rush from her brain and out of her mouth.

A break came during which Walter licked the blood from her back. His tutelage had made it possible for her to enjoy his gentle touch after the pain. He stroked her face when she made a small sound of encouragement to him.

Doc�s voice snapped her out of the daze she had been in, �This is how you have taught her to cooperate? Unorthodox, but I can�t argue its efficacy.�

�It does require more intimacy with one�s subject than I presume you would generally prefer, Doctor, but I quite enjoy the challenge.�

�You know, I am right here, you two.� Seras was proud of herself that her voice didn�t shake.

�How could we possibly forget with the fragrance of your blood in the air?� was Doc's dry response. When she craned her head around, she could see that Doc was leaning over her back, closely examining the marks that Walter had left there. �Your idea for making these permanent was a clever one. I look forward to seeing the result.�

�I�m nearly done with this, Doc. If I could prevail on you to get a cup of blood from the commissary, we can finish this experiment shortly and I will return your laboratory to you.�

�Ausgezeichnet! Don�t start the next phase without me, I want to record my observations.� Doc hurried out of the lab, glee obvious on his face.

�See how happy you have made an old German, Seras? You�re such a dear.� Walter spent the next few minutes teasing her until she was writhing in the restraints and had forgotten the open cuts on her back almost entirely.

Doc returned with a cup as Walter had asked. He set it down on a counter within view of Seras and hurried over to retrieve his clipboard. �I�m ready when you are.�

Walter walked past Seras, pulling on a pair of heavy rubber gloves. She had time to wonder why he needed them when he returned carrying the box he�d gotten from Doc when they�d first arrived. He held it down within her view, �Silver dust, Seras. We�re going to try a method similar to old-style scarification for humans with a special vampiric twist.� He smiled cruelly as she began struggling frantically against the restraints.

The cuts stretched from the base of her spine to the nape of her neck, spreading widest across her back just below her shoulder blades. Walter dropped a small quantity of the silver dust at the bottom point of his artwork and rubbed it into the open cuts. Seras screamed and pulled against her bonds. He worked his way up her back, methodically contaminating every millimeter of her open wounds with the powder. It burned like he was rubbing acid into the wounds and the pain did not abate.

Seras screamed longer and louder than she would have thought possible. The pain of the silver pressed under her skin made everything that had passed before pale in comparison. She had no idea how long it went on before he stopped pushing more silver into her screaming flesh. It came to a point where the only reason she stopped fighting her bonds was because she was too weak to do anything more than whimper.

Walter released her restraints, but she barely noticed. She moaned when he gathered her in his arms and his sleeves rubbed against her back. The young woman had no thoughts, just pain. It was a sign of how far gone she was that she didn�t drink when Walter first held the cup to her mouth. He fed her several mouthfuls from his own mouth before she returned to cognizance enough to greedily drink down the rest of the cup. She drew her legs up against her body and huddled against the man who had just caused her so much pain, taking what comfort she could from the situation.

�Look at this, Butler.�

Walter leaned Seras forward in his arms and looked at her back. Her healing body was pushing the fine silver powder out of her skin, leaving behind an angry red scarring pattern. It seemed that Walter had finally achieved his goal of marking her permanently. He set her on the table and washed the residue off of her back with a surprisingly gentle touch. He then dried her and helped her put her shirt back on, settling it down around her knees and rolling the sleeves up for her. She submitted to his care with little sign of noticing him. The young woman had withdrawn from them and Doc expressed some concern to Walter about her condition. �She�ll be alright. My Seras has unexpected depths.�

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Seras was there, but she was trying to hold to something she had barely brushed across in the midst of Walter�s new and inventive torture. She ignored everything while she chased down the memory. She had felt something slip while Walter was rubbing in the silver. The slip felt like it was the key to her freedom. She ignored Walter and Doc while they spoke, while Walter cleaned and dressed her, and when he picked her up to finally carry her away from that torture chamber.

Walter detoured on the way to his room again, stopping with her in the shower room. �Do you want to see your marks? They�ll be with you for a long time.� He took her lack of response as assent and helped her out of her shirt to stand in front of one of the mirrors. �Just look over your shoulder at the mirror.�

He had engraved a pattern of roses that stretched the length of her back. It was amazing the amount of detail that he had been able to put in her skin using nothing more than a scalpel and metal dust. The vines on which the roses grew tangled and spread over her shoulder blades and the leaves of the vines were detailed down to the ridges and veins. Walter had certainly improved his technique with his practice on her. She stared at her image in the mirror until Walter handed her shirt back to her and helped her slip it on.

What have I become?

They finally returned to Walter�s room. It was a measure of her fatigue that she actually saw it as a refuge. She sank onto the bed with relief and rolled onto her stomach to minimize the pain of her still-aching back. Walter pulled her up momentarily to remove her shirt once more before allowing her to settle back on her stomach.

Seras had drifted into a light doze when he joined her on the bed. She didn�t stir although she knew he was looking at her. His fingers skimmed the raised ridges of the scars on her back. His touch was too gentle to hurt, but pain remembered was still in her skin and she stiffened for a moment before forcing herself to relax.

�I was proud of you, Seras,� Walter murmured.

She raised herself on an elbow and looked at her sometime lover, jailor and torturer. �I didn�t know you were capable of that, Walter. I thought Doc had killed emotions like pride in others for you.�

�I�m somewhat surprised, myself, at the emotions that sometimes surface. Certainly I have no intention of ever admitting to the fat man or his minions that I am capable of affection for my pet.�

�You have an interesting way of showing it.�

�You�re still alive and unmaimed. Consider that effusive affection coming from a creature like me.�

She shook her head. �Don�t do this to me. It�s easier to live with if I think there�s no hope for you. I thought tonight was the last straw and I could give up on you forever.� She sucked in a breath as his gentle touch became harsher.

�I am irredeemable, don�t think otherwise.� One hand continued to scratch across her back while the other drifted across her buttocks and dipped down between her legs. With the ease of much practice, he found her clitoris and began to torment her on two fronts.

Seras dropped back onto the bed and moaned as her hips began to move against her will. Walter did know just how to make her forget everything but him. He continued rubbing her until she was making incoherent pleading noises under his hands. Every time she began to shudder as she neared her orgasm, he would stop and wait for her body to relax again.

�God Walter, please��

�Please?� He leaned over and ran his tongue down her spine, then balanced himself over her in a push up position with his body almost touching hers, with one notable and rather hard exception. She pushed herself up against him and it was his turn to suck in an unneeded breath as her soft skin rubbed on his and pressed his erection between his stomach and the cleft of her lovely ass. �Please what? I know you�re tired. Should I please let you get some rest?�

She shook her head and pushed against him again. �Please�� She gasped as he nudged against the slickness his earlier ministrations had left.

�Please what, Seras? How can I give you what you want if you won�t tell me?� He slipped a hand under her body and rubbed across her stomach and up to her breasts. He knew there were no terms for sex that she felt comfortable with. Whatever she chose, she would be embarrassed to ask him explicitly, which was part of the game for him. He pulled her against his chest while planting a series of nipping kisses along her shoulder and neck. She shuddered and whimpered when he bit into her neck just hard enough to draw tiny droplets of blood to the surface, which he licked away with pleasure. �Please what?� He growled in her ear.

�Please Walter, please I want you in me.� She moaned and clutched at the mattress as he pressed himself against her and then withdrew. �Please!�

�Not good enough. Tell me exactly what you want or I�ll just tease you all night long.� He grinned at the back of her head as she shuddered again. He shifted his hips to rub himself between her tender lips, rubbing all the way up to her clitoris; at the same time he pinched her nipple until she tried to pull away from his cruel fingers. Pulling away from his fingers pushed her harder against his erection and wrenched a plea from her.

�Please! Please just fuck me.�

�My pleasure,� and he thrust himself fiercely into her. She pushed back against him and he could feel that she was close to climaxing already. He wrapped an arm around her waist and held her still until her muscles relaxed again and then began to move slowly within her. Every time she would begin to shudder toward her climax, Walter would stop again until she had actually bitten into her arm to keep from screaming. The sight and smell of her blood broke his carefully held control and he thrust into her until they were both crying out with pleasure. Her blood sent his bloodlust raging and he couldn�t resist the smell of it just under the surface of her neck. She cried out again and again as he pierced the tender skin and her orgasm crashed over her, amplified by the pleasure of his bite. Walter held out for a few more moments before spending himself, releasing inside her with a low groan. He pulled her close with an arm around her waist and pulled them both over onto their sides without separating from her.
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A/N My thanks once more to RavenTears for saving me from myself. It's been too many years since I last made my living with languages other than English.

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