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Hellsing › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
14
Views:
3,275
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Hellsing, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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Just in case I might do a second part ...
( I might be tempted by reviews ;-))...)
So, unfinished…
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When the blood packs arrived the same evening he looked at them considering the possibilities.
“So now you can buy blood with your money…”
Intregra knew the Chinese saying and added, “…but you cannot buy life.”
“Indeed very much mistaken, my dear master. For blood is the life.” Alucard took one of the bags, pierced it with his fang carefully and tasted. “And this is the real deal alright, it will work out, I guess. Not for the urge to kill though.”
She looked at him inquiringly. “I hope so, because this is the best I could get and I had a hell of a time trying to tell the clinic staffs, what I need, but not to tell them, what I need it for. It seems to be quite unusual to buy blood privately. One of them even asked me if I am not too old to play telephone pranks. I had to relay on Sir Islands help. It is a quality usually not produced, it is not just freshly taken from the body and then frozen immediately, it is also not being diluted or otherwise treated chemically, we order it specially and it costs a hell of a money. Will it work or will it not work, Alucard?”
He took a cautious deep gulp, still trying to find out. Then another one.
“I guess it will be ok. Though I would like you to remember that I will mainly feed my hunger with this cold feeble substitute for drinking from warm, pleasurable life because I want to please you, my master…and I suppose as you guarantee it to be free of added chemicals you expect it will be good for my coat, as they said in the dog food commercials…”
She looked at him surprised about his joke… so she had a monster with humour, alright.
Another thing she realized when he drank now, and she could rather not find it funny the least, was how much of that stuff he obviously needed.
“Bloody hell! When you’re finished - could you get me that budget draft we made for Lord Islands, we need to send him a change pronto…”
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There were certain difficulties in the upbringing and education of a girl in her teens by two men, who themselves were long gone beyond socializing with normal people and who’s most passionate interest in life was killing.
Fortunately they did not have to raise a normal girl but the leader of the Hellsing organisation, so most things worked out in the end.
Islands made a half hearted attempt to help Integra to gain a more normal attitude to people by sending his youngest son, John, over to join her for tea. Young John, 15 years of age, was good looking and quite popular in his school, charming and well behaved, still more a polite child than an adolescent young man. He liked Integra and lively told his parents about the nice furniture, the well behaved blond girl and the fantastic cake after their first shared afternoon tea.
It might have worked out better, had Integra not decided on the second date, that her sparsely calculated free time was too precious to be wasted with a boring task such as drinking tea, which on all other days was done while working. Instead, she took the boy with her to the shooting stand. Some of Integras men were practising there. They regarded her master highly, so they tried to behave extremely respectful and polite first. But they lost their shyness to their young visitors slowly as the afternoon passed, thanks to the charming eager young man in her company.
When Island came to retrieve his son in the evening he found to his utter surprise, that the boy had picked up a lot of odd vocabulary and brought with him a special Walter PPK, the model the Hellsing troupes were using, complete with silver ammunition. It turned out that Integra had given it to him as a present for his visit, mainly because he had agreed to join her troupes when older, as they were ‘such a funny lot’, as he put it. Additionally it seemed to Islands, that he could smell a slight touch of whisky in the car…
All this lead Island to the firm conclusion, that Integra’s social abilities were alright to cope in modern society and ended his interest in her social life at the very moment. The visits stopped to the honest regret of young John.
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The next interesting situation arose a month later, ironically again during tea time, as Integra claimed she wanted to learn to ride and Alucard strictly spoke against that, stating, if she needed to play with a beast, he’d much rather slash her throat himself then have her break it accidentally.
“That would indeed be much more pleasurable for both of us, master!”
Walter grinned. Only one of them could win this argument…
She seemed to be distracted from her original desire and tried to sort out, if it really was a pleasurable experience to have ones blood drunken by a vampire. “I have been told about that by my father! It is kind of trick to keep their victims willing, but can that truly feel good?”
Walter smiled. “It feels indeed wonderful, Lady Hellsing, as their salvia is intoxicating and people who experienced it usually think it the most wonderful feeling of all.” Walter grinned to Alucard.
The vampire smiled idly. “It is indeed a truly pleasurable experience, most people can not get enough of.”
“How do you know about it, Alucard? You were always the one sucking, not the one to be sucked out…ah, I see, you remember from when you died, of course.”
“Wrong, master. I never died that way. But I know about it and I have had my blood sucked out of me on several occasions, too. While fighting and otherwise.”
“I see. And Walter, when did you..?”
The butler coughed politely. “I would rather not talk about it, this is a rather personal memory. But I assure you that it was quite sensational indeed.”
The young girl looked fairly interested.
“I want to try it!”
Walter very nearly spilled her tea he was just pouring. “WHAT?!?! Now this is not to be recommended, Lady Hellsing! If you want to regard my humble opinion, that is.”
Alucard grinned widely to him. “Talking about ambiguousness in moral, eh?” He turned to his master. “But indeed this is not an option open to you, Sir Hellsing.”
She turned to the vampire again. “Why not? I could order you to do it!”
“Yes, indeed, I guess you could do that. But remember what I told you about your virginity and that you have be very careful not to loose it, as it is a key to your power commanding me? That it secures your options to choose eternal life should you ever want it?”
She nodded impatiently, confused and not seeing the connection.
“Being sucked out is a most sensual, lustful feeling, my master. I understand that you are curious but you are still too young for that and the longer you can stay away from these feelings the easier it will be for you to keep your virginity.”
She was eying him suspiciously now. “And if I still want to try it?”
“Oh bloody hell, we’ll get you a pony first thing tomorrow morning – just do shut up now, Hellsing!”
Walter had thought her the winner of this until the next morning, when he eyed the result of this discussion, standing in the stable of the mansion, nibbling the fresh hay half-heartedly, the sun beautifully reflected on the shining black coat, the eyes only slightly red.
“Alucard…how do you do this? She will realize…”
“No, she won’t, angel. See? I made it a mare. One of my shadows… so much safer for her than a real horse. And she is not yet fully aware what it means to be a shape shifter.” He grinned and looked at the cute pony waiting for its master to come. Then he padded the shiny neck of the animal lovingly. “ Hell, I suppose it’s true what they say about food and fur in these dog food commercials…”
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Just in case I might do a second part ...
( I might be tempted by reviews ;-))...)
So, unfinished…
***************************************************************************
When the blood packs arrived the same evening he looked at them considering the possibilities.
“So now you can buy blood with your money…”
Intregra knew the Chinese saying and added, “…but you cannot buy life.”
“Indeed very much mistaken, my dear master. For blood is the life.” Alucard took one of the bags, pierced it with his fang carefully and tasted. “And this is the real deal alright, it will work out, I guess. Not for the urge to kill though.”
She looked at him inquiringly. “I hope so, because this is the best I could get and I had a hell of a time trying to tell the clinic staffs, what I need, but not to tell them, what I need it for. It seems to be quite unusual to buy blood privately. One of them even asked me if I am not too old to play telephone pranks. I had to relay on Sir Islands help. It is a quality usually not produced, it is not just freshly taken from the body and then frozen immediately, it is also not being diluted or otherwise treated chemically, we order it specially and it costs a hell of a money. Will it work or will it not work, Alucard?”
He took a cautious deep gulp, still trying to find out. Then another one.
“I guess it will be ok. Though I would like you to remember that I will mainly feed my hunger with this cold feeble substitute for drinking from warm, pleasurable life because I want to please you, my master…and I suppose as you guarantee it to be free of added chemicals you expect it will be good for my coat, as they said in the dog food commercials…”
She looked at him surprised about his joke… so she had a monster with humour, alright.
Another thing she realized when he drank now, and she could rather not find it funny the least, was how much of that stuff he obviously needed.
“Bloody hell! When you’re finished - could you get me that budget draft we made for Lord Islands, we need to send him a change pronto…”
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There were certain difficulties in the upbringing and education of a girl in her teens by two men, who themselves were long gone beyond socializing with normal people and who’s most passionate interest in life was killing.
Fortunately they did not have to raise a normal girl but the leader of the Hellsing organisation, so most things worked out in the end.
Islands made a half hearted attempt to help Integra to gain a more normal attitude to people by sending his youngest son, John, over to join her for tea. Young John, 15 years of age, was good looking and quite popular in his school, charming and well behaved, still more a polite child than an adolescent young man. He liked Integra and lively told his parents about the nice furniture, the well behaved blond girl and the fantastic cake after their first shared afternoon tea.
It might have worked out better, had Integra not decided on the second date, that her sparsely calculated free time was too precious to be wasted with a boring task such as drinking tea, which on all other days was done while working. Instead, she took the boy with her to the shooting stand. Some of Integras men were practising there. They regarded her master highly, so they tried to behave extremely respectful and polite first. But they lost their shyness to their young visitors slowly as the afternoon passed, thanks to the charming eager young man in her company.
When Island came to retrieve his son in the evening he found to his utter surprise, that the boy had picked up a lot of odd vocabulary and brought with him a special Walter PPK, the model the Hellsing troupes were using, complete with silver ammunition. It turned out that Integra had given it to him as a present for his visit, mainly because he had agreed to join her troupes when older, as they were ‘such a funny lot’, as he put it. Additionally it seemed to Islands, that he could smell a slight touch of whisky in the car…
All this lead Island to the firm conclusion, that Integra’s social abilities were alright to cope in modern society and ended his interest in her social life at the very moment. The visits stopped to the honest regret of young John.
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The next interesting situation arose a month later, ironically again during tea time, as Integra claimed she wanted to learn to ride and Alucard strictly spoke against that, stating, if she needed to play with a beast, he’d much rather slash her throat himself then have her break it accidentally.
“That would indeed be much more pleasurable for both of us, master!”
Walter grinned. Only one of them could win this argument…
She seemed to be distracted from her original desire and tried to sort out, if it really was a pleasurable experience to have ones blood drunken by a vampire. “I have been told about that by my father! It is kind of trick to keep their victims willing, but can that truly feel good?”
Walter smiled. “It feels indeed wonderful, Lady Hellsing, as their salvia is intoxicating and people who experienced it usually think it the most wonderful feeling of all.” Walter grinned to Alucard.
The vampire smiled idly. “It is indeed a truly pleasurable experience, most people can not get enough of.”
“How do you know about it, Alucard? You were always the one sucking, not the one to be sucked out…ah, I see, you remember from when you died, of course.”
“Wrong, master. I never died that way. But I know about it and I have had my blood sucked out of me on several occasions, too. While fighting and otherwise.”
“I see. And Walter, when did you..?”
The butler coughed politely. “I would rather not talk about it, this is a rather personal memory. But I assure you that it was quite sensational indeed.”
The young girl looked fairly interested.
“I want to try it!”
Walter very nearly spilled her tea he was just pouring. “WHAT?!?! Now this is not to be recommended, Lady Hellsing! If you want to regard my humble opinion, that is.”
Alucard grinned widely to him. “Talking about ambiguousness in moral, eh?” He turned to his master. “But indeed this is not an option open to you, Sir Hellsing.”
She turned to the vampire again. “Why not? I could order you to do it!”
“Yes, indeed, I guess you could do that. But remember what I told you about your virginity and that you have be very careful not to loose it, as it is a key to your power commanding me? That it secures your options to choose eternal life should you ever want it?”
She nodded impatiently, confused and not seeing the connection.
“Being sucked out is a most sensual, lustful feeling, my master. I understand that you are curious but you are still too young for that and the longer you can stay away from these feelings the easier it will be for you to keep your virginity.”
She was eying him suspiciously now. “And if I still want to try it?”
“Oh bloody hell, we’ll get you a pony first thing tomorrow morning – just do shut up now, Hellsing!”
Walter had thought her the winner of this until the next morning, when he eyed the result of this discussion, standing in the stable of the mansion, nibbling the fresh hay half-heartedly, the sun beautifully reflected on the shining black coat, the eyes only slightly red.
“Alucard…how do you do this? She will realize…”
“No, she won’t, angel. See? I made it a mare. One of my shadows… so much safer for her than a real horse. And she is not yet fully aware what it means to be a shape shifter.” He grinned and looked at the cute pony waiting for its master to come. Then he padded the shiny neck of the animal lovingly. “ Hell, I suppose it’s true what they say about food and fur in these dog food commercials…”
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