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Midnight Roses	By : FlameWolf666 Category: Hellsing > Het - Male/Female Views: 7370 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Author's Note: Bit of an allusion to a scene in the first 'Subspecies' movie here. Many creative liberties have been taken of course.
And look! More wild edits appeared!
Chapter Eight: Acceptance, Denial and Bloodshed
She lay on a white bed, two females holding her white clad form to the snowy sheets. Two females who she recognized as her friends and yet she had no idea who they were. Straining against the two familiar strangers holding her, she craned her neck to look around the huge room she was in. It was a spacious stone room but she was unable to see more due to something blocking her vision. That was when she became acutely aware of the creature prowling over her restrained body.
Looking up, the black haired female's hazel eyes grew wide with fear as she saw what was hovering over her like a malevolent shadow. It was the creature that had been hunting her friends! The creature whose name was, for some reason, a faint whisper in the back of her mind. She was fairly certain she didn't know the ghoulish looking creature hovering over her with a frightening smile. “Leave her the fuck alone you beast,” roared a slightly familiar but oddly unfamiliar voice to her left. Her head whipped in that direction, a gasp leaving her trembling lips at what she saw.
There was a man bound to an open entryway by chains, his shaggy, black hair hanging slightly in his face as he strained against the clinking manacles. “It will be such a joy to defile your little mortal in front of your eyes brother,” the thing above her hissed in a rattly wheeze, glaring at the bound man as the blonde women on her arms tightened their grip. The man snarled in response, worry and anguish in his black eyes as he tugged against the chains.
The skeletal looking creature above her only gave a rattling, breathy hiss in response. Realizing that the thing was laughing, the white clad female shrank back and began to struggle in earnest. The man bound to her left screamed something that she knew was her name but couldn't hear properly. She let out a terrified scream in response, the thing above her slowly crawling over her thrashing form. “Your pain is exquisite,” it rattled, a cruel smile on its lips.
Then it began to lean toward her slowly, yawning its mouth open to reveal long, sharp double fangs on the top. Blood from a previous feeding oozed out of the mellifluous orifice as the horrible creature began to lower himself to her neck slowly, as if savoring the scent of her terror. Screams came in earnest as she began to try to pull away from the inevitable, flinching as the cool fluid oozing from his mouth hit her skin.
His hot, rancid breath fanned across her neck as he hovered there for several long moments, one of his unnatural hands coming up to cup her clothed left breast. The frightened female let out another anguished howl, nearly hysterical in her need to get away from this thing; to not let it bite her! The chained man to her left continued to struggle, screaming at his brother to stop. With a faint growl, the thing sunk it four sets of upper fangs into her pulsing jugular. White hot pain filled her world as an agonized scream left her lips. The thing above her only purred in response, sucking her life fluid as her vision began to waver; pain radiating all over her body from her neck.
Maxine's eyes slowly fluttered open, the ghost of the pain from her dream still filling her body as she stirred. She was leaned up against a cold, stone wall, her bare arms suspended over her head by a pair of manacles attached to the structure. Tugging against the cold steel around her wrists, the soldier remembered everything that happened in a rush. Struggling harder, the female looked down to see the clothes she had worn were torn to tatters; showing off her ample breasts as well as far too much else for her taste. It was more like wearing strips of fabric that were thin and didn't serve to cover anything important.
Fury rising within her at this insult, the warrior looked around her prison for any sign of her captor. If he dared to come within reaching distance while she wasn't bound she would castrate him and shove his genitals down his throat. To her extreme displeasure, the huge chamber that appeared to be a dungeon of sorts was empty. Empty except for some little red demons scampering in and out of her vision. Instinctual fear and disgust filling her at the sight of the loathsome beings, Max found herself backing into the wall behind her to keep as much distance between her and them as possible. “Do not let them bother you,” came a familiar and wholly unwelcome rattling wheeze.
“Let. Me. Go,” she hissed, her voice icy and deadly as her fingers ran along the cold metal around her wrists. The unholy abomination only chuckled as he rose out of his shadows in front of her.
“You are much more spirited than when I knew you,” the thing hissed, stalking towards her as he extending his hand to run his grotesquely long fingers over her blood coated cheek.
“You look beautiful in the blood of your loved one,” he wheezed, his voice turning a bit more gruff and throaty as crimson swirled in his sunset gaze.
Yanking herself away from him, Max made an odd hacking noise before spitting in his pale, skeletal looking face. Radu only chuckled, a hideous sound that made her flesh crawl from the unholiness of it. With long, cruelly sharp claws, the dark thing scooped her spit from his cheek and slowly ran his tongue over the substance. “Ah yes, your fear and anger taste so sweet my pretty one,” he purred, a pleased grin curling his lips as he stared down at her.
Making a disgusted face, the soldier turned her head away from the unholy being in front of her. Whatever this… thing was, it was something that made her very soul feel deep fear and loathing. Her actions only caused the abomination to laugh again as his bony fingers grasped her chin in a tight grip, turning her head to face him. His now crimson orbs shined with a deep lust as well as faint sadness as he lowered his face slowly down to hers.
Hissing like a scalded cat, Maxine pressed as far into the wall as she could to escape his touch and his lips. His touch had made her feel instant nausea as well as bone crushing fear. Something about this being was causing a sleeping part of her to start screaming and she wanted no part of him on her. Her resistance only amused the creature as his hand came to grip her chin again, his face moving ever closer to her. His rancid breath blew in her face, making her feel the extreme urge to vomit as she tried to turn her head away in vain.
The spidery fingers on her chin tightening cruelly, his lips meeting hers roughly. The moment his horrifying skin touched hers, Max's head exploded in pain as something within her came screaming awake. Snarling loudly, the bound woman bit the abomination's lip viciously; spitting out the blood that came into her mouth as he yanked himself back. As she continued to spit his vile blood out of her mouth, flashes of memories that weren't hers flooded her mind. Memories of just what this creature had done to her in a past life. “I must say that I like the new you, my pretty one,” he purred, the seemingly pet name sending disgusted shudders of recognition through her.
“Never again. If you turn me, I will fucking kill myself,” she spat, venom in her hate filled voice, sounding like someone else's voice was super imposed over hers. For a split second a ghostly image shimmered over her, showing a very similar looking woman that was inhumanly pale.
“Michelle,” Radu whispered, his rough, wheezy voice almost reverent as he slid to one knee in front of her. The action caused the ghostly form of the woman to disappear as astonishment filled her. Whoever she had been to this beast in the past it was obvious she had been fairly important.
“The name is Maxine! This Michelle chick, whether or not I was her in the past, is long dead!” she snarled viciously, wishing she could get to her feet to face off with him eye to eye. The thing only chuckled before breaking her shackles and grabbing her wrists in the same swift move.
“No my pretty one, her spirit is still within you. You and her are one and the same,” he purred, his voice softer, almost loving as he pulled her up the stairs behind him. His unnatural hands were wrapped around her sore wrists in an iron grip as he dragged her behind him, a sharp contrast to his tone of voice.
Maxine didn't make it easy for him, digging in her heels and pulling back to impede his progress; none of which even seemed to faze the creature. “I am not her! My fucking life is my own! I'm not about to let it be dictated by something I don't remember!” she snarled, the last part feeling like a lie in her mouth. Earlier she had certainly seen things in her mind that had happened at the claws of this monster to a woman who looked a lot like her. A woman that felt like she was lingering in the back of her mind, like an itch.
“I will not let you escape me again my fledgling. You are too precious to me,” he purred, yanking her into an oddly familiar looking room.
Deja vu slammed into her like a freight train, the dream she had before the battle coming back to her in full force. This was the room that she, no, Michelle had killed herself in; right in front of her own sire. Her suspicions were confirmed when the dark creature winced upon entering the spacious room. His nostrils flared and a look of extreme sorrow crossed over his pallid face before he sped them along to another passage. “You can't keep me from killing myself once you turn me,” she threatened, tugging fruitlessly at her trapped wrists.
All of a sudden she was pulled uncomfortably close to him, their bodies nearly touching as he glared down at her. Crimson now swirled thickly in his once sunset colored eyes as his lips pulled back into a vicious snarl. “I will do everything I can to ensure you do not leave me again! I afforded you far too much freedom before,” he roared, his wheezy voice louder than she had ever heard it.
Once again the soldier made an odd hacking noise before spitting in the creature's skull-like face. Radu only purred, his tongue snaking out and lengthening to lick the substance off his cheek. “So much spirit, breaking you will truly be beautiful,” he sighed, resuming tugging her down a long corridor and into what looked like a long abandoned dining hall. The long table was coated in cobwebs and plates of long rotted food. Making a disgusted face, Max found herself wondering if the creature just kept replacing the food to let it rot.
Coming to a halt, the black clad beast whirled to face her again; his lips spreading into a cruel grin. “This is where you killed me for the first time,” he purred, sounding almost sentimental as he pulled her flush against his thin body. Disgust, fear and rage filling her, she bowed backwards in an effort to decrease the contact he was forcing on her. The abomination holding her only smirked as he leaned forward to nuzzle her neck, his loathsome tongue slithering out to lave at the pale flesh. Max hunched against him, crying out in disgusted indignation as she kicked at him with her booted feet.
She may as well have been kicking steel beams for all the effect she was having but she couldn't stop, she would never allow herself to stop fighting. No part of her wanted this in the least. If this thing bit her, she would be tied to him for all eternity; unable to disobey him or truly wish for his death. Yet the thing holding her didn't so much as move an inch, continuing to lick her neck slowly; as if savoring her taste. Then he tensed against her, a feral hiss coming from him as she felt the four tips of his fangs prick her neck.
Before she could so much as react, the thing was ripped away from her in a swirl of crimson as she was shoved behind a solid body. Blinking, the confused female looked up to see Alucard standing in front of her; his shadows bursting from every exposed part of his body. “Vladislas,” he hissed, his voice inhuman and sounding more like a chorus of demons talking at once. Before she could even begin to let the events sink in, Radu launched himself at Alucard; only for them to both be swallowed up by Alucard's shadows and transported elsewhere.
“What the fuck just… You know what? Never mind. I guess I just wait here,” she sighed, pulling the rags of her clothes around herself as best as she could.
As she waited alone, Max did her very best to ignore the feeling of blood on her cheeks. If she thought about what was covering her, she would think about just who the substance had belonged to and if she did that she would start screaming. As it was she already felt an unwanted heaviness in her chest as well as the sting of tears in the back of her eyes. Gritting her teeth, she clenched her hands against the tattered fabric that hung off her body as her emerald eyes glinted with determination. She would have all the time in the world to mourn when she was back at Hellsing! Right now she needed her wits about her.
Once she had regained control, the soldier began to look over the cobweb covered table for any sign of something that could be used as a weapon. As long as she couldn't see either vampire, she had to assume Radu was capable of grabbing her at any minute. The only thing she saw was a silver knife that she doubted would do her any good. Despite popular belief, it was the blessing and not the silver that hurt the vampires. It was only newborn vampires that were effected by the metal and Max doubted the abomination that brought her here was a newborn. Still, it was better than nothing and it was sharp. If nothing else, she could give him a deep cut.
All of a sudden the woman from her dreams appeared in her mind, a fearful look on her pale face. Seeing her as if she was actually in the room, the soldier startled badly; giving a shout of surprise. “It won't do any good. If anything, you'll just turn him on,” the ghostly woman whispered, looking around nervously.
“Who are you?” Maxine whispered, fear and an odd reluctance tinging her voice. Somehow, deep down, she knew just who this woman was and what seeing her signified and she was terrified. She had an ominous feeling that things would never be the same, that she would never be the same.
“My name was Michelle when I was alive. Now I am merely a sleeping part of your soul and memories,” the phantom sighed, a faintly bloody tear rolling down her pale cheek as she seemed to remember the room they stood in.
“Wha… Why haven't I been aware of you before now!” the now flustered soldier hissed, her heart beating in her throat as she frowned at the image in her mind.
“You were not ready to remember…,” Michelle answered, sounding faintly sad.
“Lemme guess, dickface there showing up woke you up before I was ready?” Maxine snarled, her head and heart pounding in sync as she tried to process what was happening. All the talk of past lives had honestly seemed unreal to her until this moment so this was a lot for her to take in.
All of a sudden a loud crash came from the room Radu had lead her here from. Fear for Alucard filling her, the warrior began to head back to the corridor before she felt a not quite touch on her shoulder. “Wait. You need to accept me as part of yourself before you go in there,” the ghostly apparition in her mind advised, looking apprehensive.
“What? Why?” Max protested, unable to retreat from Michelle as she was in her brain.
“If you go in there shattered like this, it will make us both vulnerable. With me awakened, he could easily call to the fragment of my soul that resides within you and make me take over your consciousness. If we're united he won't be able to do that,” the phantom explained, offering her hand in a reluctant manner. Maxine glanced at the hand in her mind, her heart beating loud in her ears as she tried to decide what to do.
The two bestial creatures grappled in the in-between, their transformed bodies clashing together to rend a limb off; only to pull back, heal and clash again. The auras of the two ancient beings were so powerful that the mere flares would have easily brought the decrepit castle down as they battled. It was only out of consideration for the human female that they fought in the odd limbo between realms. Inhuman noises poured from the darkness that served as their bodies as claws phased in and out of existence to rend and tear. Such a sight of madness would have driven any mortal to instant insanity.
Despite the rage pouring from both of them like a torrent, the unholy combatants both derived pleasure from the intensity of the battle. Beings that even came close to opposing either of them were pretty much non-existant. Radu had spent the time without Michelle in a deep sleep due to simply not wanting to be awake without her while Alucard had decided to align with humans to hunt his own kind for his amusement. Neither had truly expected the other to have the amount of power swirling around their ephemeral bodies and both were finding the actual danger in the air intoxicating.
The shade of his old life was slowly shoving himself to the forefront through the haze of bloodlust that dominated Alucard's mind as they continued to clash, causing all new rage and indignation to fill him. 'This hybrid, this abomination had dared to touch what was his' roared a voice that wasn't wholly his but belonged to him all the same. Memories of the past, of what he was, flooded his head; drawing a pained gasp from Alucard's fading consciousness as Vlad shoved his way forward. *“Tu Filth care a incercat să transforme iubitul meu, vei muri de ghearele mele,” he hissed in a guttural voice, grabbing ahold of Radu's non-corporeal throat and somehow managing to actually have grip.
Then, with incredible speed, Alucard shot through the in-between until they were positioned in a high point in the ceiling; just above the stone floor in front of the fireplace. **“Regret doar că nu poate fi aici pentru a asista partea ta,” he hissed, a ghost of a mustache appearing briefly on his upper lip for mere seconds. Radu only let out a gravely chuckle in response, his crimson eyes glowing in the inky darkness that comprised of his body. Then Alucard was speeding down, tearing out of the realm between to slam the abomination's body into the stone floor below.
Blood flew out of the creature's open mouth in a torrent upon impact, then he began to laugh. The rattling, wheezing sound started off quiet at first then grew in volume, as if the crimson clad vampire's rage amused him. “Do you really think you can kill me? Many have tried and none have succeeded. What makes you think you will prevail where others have not,” the dark thing hissed, his voice thick with blood.
Blue flashed through Alucard's eyes for a second just before he was plunging his arm through the abomination's chest. A surprised look came over Radu's pale, skull-like face for a moment before it faded back to an amused look. “Do you think this will stop me? I will come back for what is rightfully mine,” the monster growled, somehow alive and able to laugh despite the arm through his heart. Alucard snarled in response, his aura flaring red as he pulled back his free arm to decapitate the fiend.
“Master!” came a familiar, female scream from the corridor that lead to the dining room.
Staggered a bit by the unexpected utterance, both vampires looked towards the source of the voice. There, standing just in the entryway, was Maxine; still clutching the rags of her suit to her mostly exposed body. The female also seemed a bit confused by what had come out of her mouth but seemed to quickly shake it off. “Kill this asshole so I can get home, take a shower and change,” the soldier sighed, still looking off balance and not quite herself.
“Michelle,” Radu sighed softly, love tinging his otherworldly voice as his orangish red eyes locked with hers. Maxine jumped in place, whipping her head to the side quickly while clenching her jaw. Yet the swift movement didn't prevent either nosferatu from seeing the flash of anguish in her emerald orbs.
In a flash, Radu's head was rolling across the stones; his blood trailing behind it. More of the crimson fluid spewed from the stump of his neck. The head eventually came to a rest near the foot of the throne, a triumphant smirk still on its lips. Max, who had seen the decapitation, had to bite her lip to stop a cry of anguish from escaping her. She could feel Michelle's emotions as if they were hers despite the fact the woman was nothing more than a shade and it seemed her past self felt some sort of affection for the creature.
Wincing at the sorrow that wasn't hers tearing at her heart, the soldier began to move towards Alucard while keeping her gaze firmly on the floor. Her state of dress wasn't lost on her but she was fairly sure that Alucard was far from considering her a lover or even sexually desirable. Still, that didn't help her feelings of shame or embarrassment. She had never taken her clothes off in front of anyone other than Raoul and that had usually been for baths or injuries. The only thing that gave her any consolation was the fact that the male she was heading towards only saw her as a professional partner.
As the female got closer, it was all Alucard could do to not rush over to her and crush her to him. Vlad still very much dominated the forefront of the vampire's mind but knew the soldier would more than likely reject his embrace. Instead he began to head towards her to meet her halfway, allowing his host's consciousness to slowly slip forward. “Did he bite you?” he asked, his thickly accented voice deadly serious and much deeper than normal.
“No, not for lack of trying on his part,” she sighed, avoiding looking at him as she stopped a few feet away from him. Both her arms unconsciously shielded a different part of her body as a blush heated her bloodstained cheeks.
Her state of undress only further served to enrage the ancient vampire as he slowly came back to himself. Even as Vlad slid back into the cage in his mind, he could still remember all of the other's memories. Memories that told him things that he would much rather forget. Memories that made him feel even more possessive and protective of the small human. “Come,” he hissed curtly, extending one of his shadows to wrap around her and obscure her nearly nude body from view. The longer he looked at her exposed skin, the more it awakened old hungers that hadn't stirred for centuries; not since…
Shaking off the unwanted memory, the 'No-life King' drew her flush against his body; wrapping his arms around her as he drew them slowly into the in-between. “Stay close to me,” he stated, his arms and shadows tight around her as the room faded into darkness. Then, in a blur that made the soldier nearly puke, they were emerging from a wall in her new bedroom.
Staggering and holding a hand over her mouth, Max tried to valiantly keep from ejecting what little was in her stomach. “Urg. Th-thanks. Would you mind briefing Integra on what happened while I change,” she asked in an unsteady voice, slightly green around the gills as she moved towards her dresser. As she pulled out a new set of formal clothes, she became aware of the fact of being watched. Blinking, she turned to see Alucard still in the room and staring at her with an odd emotion in his eyes.
“Um, you can go now?” she said, feeling a slight rush of tingling in her lower stomach as his gaze seemed to burn into her. The way he was looking at her was almost hungry, predatory, making her feel aroused and worried at the same time.
A bit surprised by her reaction to him, she cleared her throat and practically sprinted to the bathroom. Once she was in the small room with a locked door between them, the soldier began to feel ridiculous. The vampire had probably only wanted to be sure she wasn't going to collapse and she had run away like the devil was on her heels. Though she found it strange that Alucard would be worried about her at all. It seemed like their dynamic was swiftly shifting without any rhyme or reason and she found herself wondering if it had anything to do with all of the past life shit.
With a frustrated, tired sigh, the mentally exhausted female simply began to run a hot bath. She had been through more than enough tonight. She had killed her entire family in one go, she had been kidnapped by a seeming vampire hybrid, one of her past lives had been forcefully awoken and finally she was forced to join with said past life; inadvertently giving herself all kinds of new and unpleasant memories. Right now all she wanted was a long soak and a good cry. Everything else could be sorted out later.
Alucard watched the human run into her bathroom, enraged by the rush of protectiveness he felt for her. Memories of a woman that resembled her snuggled in his arms filled his head, giving him a pounding headache. Despite his past self's best efforts, he still didn't fully remember the female or what she meant to him. All he felt for these dim memories was an unpleasant pain in his heart that only served to fan his rage. Gripping his aching head with a frustrated growl, the nosferatu disappeared into his shadows and headed elsewhere.
Seras sighed, glaring at her nightly blood ration with marked reluctance. She had been drinking the crimson fluid regularly but she still found herself unwilling to take the initial bite. Sure it had gotten easier but she still found herself psychologically locked onto the fact that her dinner had belonged to a living person. “I hate this,” she sighed, reaching out and grabbing the full, cold bag. Her gloved hand squeezed the bag gently a few times as she made a disgusted face.
After tonight she was more than convinced that she needed the hated liquid. She had been worse than useless in the fight and then Alucard and Maxine had simply vanished, nowhere to be seen when she, Walter and Sir Integra had shown up. Growling in frustration, she set the bag back in the ice. No matter how logically she knew she needed it, it still took quite bit to work up to taking the initial bite. “This is silly. Its just donated blood,” the blonde hissed to herself as she paced.
“Indeed, Police Girl,” came a honeyed purr from behind her, making her jump and whirl around.
“M-master!” she gasped, fear briefly making her dead heart jump in her chest.
The darkly powerful male stood so close behind her that her nose nearly brushed the material of his black vest as she turned. An amused, almost lustful smirk was on his pale face as he removed his goggles to lock eyes with her. Then he was moving, herding her backwards with his broad body until she fell into a chair by her table. “Master!” she began to protest until he was over her, his arms effectively trapping her in the chair.
“I've been trying to think of ways to make feeding more… pleasurable for you,” rumbled the amused looking vampire as he lowered his face toward hers. His burning eyes bored right into hers as his lips came within bare inches of touching hers.
Swallowing thickly, a blush on her face and her normally unmoving heart thudding in her chest, Seras looked up at her sire with wide, apprehensive, blue eyes. She was used to her sire toying with her like this but this time seemed different. Flaring her nostrils, the young draculina caught the faint scent of arousal on the male; making her eyes grow wider. “What do you mean by that?” she asked cautiously, trying to lean away from the vampire over her. Alucard only smirked in response, crimson briefly swirling in his eyes and making her dead heart stop in her chest.
Then, as the ex-police officer watched, the nosferatu reached for the blood bag with one hand and brought it between them; the cold plastic barely touching her mouth. Alucard's slightly crimson tinged eyes darkened as he pressed the sack against his own mouth, the aura around them growing thick and dangerous. Yet the blonde found herself unable to keep her eyes off her master's, as if his burning, nearly feral gaze was hypnotizing her. Then, while his eyes remained locked with hers, he sank his fangs into the clear plastic with a low snarl.
Seras had an immediate, instinctual reaction to the sound, her body bowing up between them as a low purr rumbled up from her chest; surprising them both. Clapping a hand over her mouth with a mortified, shocked blush, the fledgling tried to vault herself over the back of the chair in an effort to escape. In a blur, the arm that wasn't holding the bag up to his mouth shot out to grab her left arm in a cruel grip; effectively halting her flight. Then, to her surprise, the ancient demon let out a low purr in response as he drained the bag dry.
Alucard had been pleasantly surprised by his Childe's response to his feeding growl, instant arousal burning through his body like liquid napalm. It appeared his little fledgling was hiding some feelings for him, making what he was about to do even more interesting. Not surprised when she tried to flee, the much stronger male had merely restrained her, shocked to hear a reassuring purr rumble from his own chest. He had always been protective of his spawn and even saw her as a bit of a consort but he never expected his own depth of feelings for the blonde under him.
For him to be purring to her instinctually, he had to feel more than just a passing fancy for her. His original plan had been to raise the Police Girl to be the best vampire he could before making her into a 'No-life Queen' worthy of standing on her own. Eventually the idea had evolved into him merely wanting to keep the girl around as a sexual dalliance, like most of his consorts had been. Now it appeared he actually cared quite deeply for the innocent fledgling, more than the detached feelings he had been expecting. Yes, this would certainly be interesting.
Seras stared up at her sire as he appeared to mull something over in his head. The purr had shocked her as much as it had him and she wondered what it could possibly mean. She had never heard her sire purr before and it caused an odd reaction within her. The young draculina felt an odd urge to nuzzle under her master's chin and expose her neck in total submission. Blushing at the realization, the blonde's attention was brought back to Alucard as he began to lower himself to her again.
Her eyes went wide as she found herself holding her breath as his lips came closer and closer to hers. Surely he wasn't going to…? The thought was interrupted by the surprisingly gentle kiss, the elder vampire's tongue swiping over her lips and parting them aggressively. Then the sweet taste of blood mixed with something that tasted of him filled her mouth and her pupils dilated. Making a small, moaning noise, the young vampire leaned into the kiss and opened her mouth to allow the fluid to flow freely from his mouth.
Alucard's crimson clad arms wrapped around her tightly, a low growl rumbling from deep within his chest. His tongue brushed lightly over her tiny fangs as the taste of blood faded between them. Seras responded by wrapping her arms around his neck and letting out a breathy moan, causing a possessive snarl from the King of Shadows as his arms tightened around her. His tongue purposefully scraped along one of her sharp fangs, allowing a small bit of his blood to flow into her mouth.
The ex-human's eyes turned from blue to crimson in an instant as a low growl reverberated from her chest. Her sire's blood almost seemed to turn a switch on in her head and she was responding to the kiss ravenously. Her own tongue ran along one of her master's fangs, allowing her own blood to fill his mouth in return; drawing a ragged groan of desire from the older male. The sound drawing a possessive growl from the blonde, she tightened her arms around his neck as they fairly began to attack each other's mouths.
As Alucard continued to devour his Childe's mouth, Vlad raged in the cage in his mind. 'Do not claim a consort when your rightful mate is yet unclaimed,' hissed the accented voice. Letting out a snarl in response, the nosferatu continued to kiss his fledgling senseless. He was not about to let the shade of his past stop him from doing with Seras as he pleased. Vlad hissed in return, rage burning from the specter as he watched from his prison.
All of a sudden his senses were bombarded with memories of Maxine's double. Memories of her taking care of him during long nights, of her always being by his side unless it was in battle. Memories of her shy sweetness, of her innocence that made him ache to corrupt her. Memories of her screaming his name in pain and fright as the scent of her blood filled his nose. A pained groan escaped him as he jolted away from the eager blonde as if electrocuted.
“A-Master?” Seras began, flushing a deep red at the fact that she had nearly uttered the male's name.
“I must inform Sir Integra of what happened,” he hissed out stiffly, all signs of his earlier ardor gone; confusing the shit out of his poor Childe. Then he simply disappeared, leaving the stunned female behind to try to piece things together.
“What in bloody hell was that all about?” she whispered, asking about the situation as well as her reaction. For a few moments, kissing Alucard had almost felt achingly like coming home. Shaking off the confusing memories, the draculina simply retreated to her coffin bed to read. Maybe a good book would take her mind off the recent madness.

*Translation: 'You filth who tried to turn my beloved, you will die by my claws.'
**Translation: 'I just regret that she cannot be here to witness your end.'
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