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Midnight Roses	By : FlameWolf666 Category: Hellsing > Het - Male/Female Views: 7370 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author's Note: And with that, the editing is done.
Chapter Nine: Remember!
Maxine jolted awake in the cool water, her emerald eyes looking around her blearily as she tried to regain her wits. Groaning slightly as she sat up, the exhausted woman slowly got out of the tub and drained the water as she toweled off. Once she deemed herself dry enough, the soldier pulled on her suit and made her way to Sir Integra's office. After everything that had happened tonight, she was sure the commander would want a full report as soon as possible. She also just wanted to get the whole thing out of the way. She was tired from sobbing her heart out earlier over Raoul and, to her great distress, Radu as well. Despite everything the beast had done to her past self, Michelle still felt the heartbreak of a Childe losing her sire and it made Maxine extremely confused as well as nauseous. Right now, all she wanted to do was go to sleep and never wake up again.
Sighing heavily, the weary, suit wearing female made her way down the long hall to Integra's study. As she got closer she saw Walter was already heading towards her room, presumably to summon her to the very place she was heading. “Ms. Stone! Are you well?” he asked, his blue eyes full of worry as he came close.
“Walter, its been a very long, strange, distressing night,” she sighed, her posture looking defeated as the butler gently grasped one of her arms.
“Alucard informed us of what he witnessed,” Walter murmured, his accented voice low and soothing as he walked with her the rest of the way to the study.
“He's not still in there is he?” Maxine asked, a bit of panic slipping into her voice. Tonight had proven that she had at least one past life so it stood to reason that she might have had others, making her recall her recent conversations with the vampire. The last thing she wanted was another past life to be awoken, adding more confusion onto an already stressful night.
“Indeed he is, Ms. Stone,” the wizened warrior sighed in an almost apologetic manner.
“Great, why the hell did he decide to stick around,” she hissed, pinching her nose before reluctantly knocking on the large door in front of her.
“I believe he is worried for you. He seemed to be looking for something when he came in,” Walter replied, concern tinging his blue eyes under the sympathy and worry for her.
“That doesn't mean he was looking for me!” the strained woman snapped, her voice high and slightly hysterical. The words had caused something in the back of her mind to stir and panic filled her. If anything else happened she was pretty sure she would completely lose her mind.
The old butler watched her closely, sympathy and fear for the woman clear on his pale face as Integra summoned her in. Ignoring the look, the distraught woman shoved all of her feelings into a room in her mind and locked the door. She just had to go in and give her report. It wasn't as if Alucard's soul and hers were going to resonate or anything, surely she could bear to be in the same room as him and not loose her shit! It wasn't as if he was going to pull a Radu and force whatever was sleeping in her mind to awaken. So, gritting her teeth in determination, Maxine marched into the room; barely flinching when the door shut behind her.
Alucard stood beside the commander's desk like a malevolent, crimson shadow, seeming almost bored to someone who wasn't an expert people reader. Though he was unable to stop his reaction hearing the door open and shut, his entire body going rigid as his head shot up. His orange goggles hid just where his eyes were pointing, but Maxine could almost swear she felt his burning gaze on her. She could also swear she had seen his nostrils flare as well, as if trying to assess something about her by her scent.
Trying to ignore the vampire who was currently giving her one hell of a headache, the weary female made her way to the front of the desk; bowing to the platinum haired femme seated behind it. “Ms. Stone, while I am sure the events of tonight have been very trying, I need to hear what happened to you in detail,” Integra stated, smoke billowing out of her mouth as her glasses flashed and hid her eyes. Max only let out a tired sigh before she sat in one of the chairs facing the desk. Then she went into a long, detailed tale of just what happened.
During certain parts of the story, the imposing vampire that stood beside Integra let out a low, rumbling growl; his white gloves hands twitching restlessly by his side. A faint expression of frustrated displeasure crossed over his porcelain face before his neutral, uncaring mask was back in place. Most of this went unnoticed by the soldier, who slogged through the story with determination. Her tired, sorrow filled voice only wavered a couple times, once when talking about the appearance of Michelle and the second time was when talking about Radu's death. Even now just talking about it made her throat clog with unwanted tears.
A low growl came from the dark creature that stood beside Integra along with the sound of gritting teeth. Not really having the energy to try to figure out what was bothering the vampire, the overwrought woman just looked at her boss with pleading, emerald eyes. “May I go now?” she asked, her voice weak and full of unspent sorrow. The imposing femme got a brief look of sympathy before she took another slow drag from her cigarillo.
“I'm afraid I must ask more about the incident with this Michelle,” the older woman sighed, blowing out a billow of clove scented smoke. Max winced in response, her body jerking as if shocked.
“What do you wanna know,” the soldier asked, reluctance clear in her strained, tired voice. All she wanted to do was go back to her room, sob some more and got to sleep. She really didn't want to think about any of the events of the night in any detail, especially the part about her encounter with a past life of hers.
“Tell me in detail about what you felt and remembered during that time,” came Integra's smooth reply, regret and sympathy tinging her commanding voice. Once again Alucard stiffened beside the heiress, another low growl escaping him seemingly against his will. The female stiffened in response, her blue eyes narrowing very slightly as she rolled the smoking cylinder between her teeth from one side of her mouth to the other.
Not noticing the odd exchange between the two or the nosferatu's tenseness, Maxine merely took a deep breath before launching into a rather mechanical description of what happened between her and the shade of her past. Although her voice was steady and almost robotic, despair and confusion swirled in the female's stricken eyes. It was clear to anyone who heard her that she was confused and upset about what had occurred. Two tears even slid down her pale cheeks as she finished with her unwilling feelings about Radu's death. “So she still has her own consciousness despite the fact you've merged,” Integra mused after a few seconds of silence, slowly getting to her feet.
“Yes, I still feel her feelings and remember her memories. Its as if I have a radio on in my head that's playing faintly, reminding me of things I didn't even experience,” Max sighed, wiping the tears away angrily as she sat forward in her chair. Her delicate hands clasped between her knees as she lowered her head and closed her emerald eyes.
“That must be very disorienting,” the older female soothed, losing some of her business like tone and sounding faintly concerned. To be honest, Integra felt horrible for the poor recruit. This woman had only been here a few days and a lot had happened in a short amount of time. The poor girl's head must absolutely be reeling after everything that had happened. So, ignoring the warning growl of her 'dog', the heiress moved to the front of her desk to kneel in front of the soldier and pull her into a gentle hug.
Almost immediately the dam broke, the ebony haired woman breaking into quiet, heartbroken sobs. Integra stiffened for a moment, unaccustomed to providing comfort. Then the platinum haired femme relaxed and began to make soothing noises, allowing the younger woman to cry in her suit clad shoulder. Maxine didn't seem to mind, simply cuddling further into the older woman's embrace as she continued to cry softly. It had been a long time since she had the pleasure of having a shoulder to cry on and all of her grief just simply poured out of her. Her shuddery sobs were so loud that even Walter had opened the door and was lingering on the threshold, his blue eyes full of sympathy.
Alucard had his own reaction to Maxine's outburst, going board stiff as blue flashed briefly in his orangish red eyes. For a moment, it looked as if he wanted nothing more than to storm over and rip Maxine from his mistress' grasp. Barely able to restrain himself, the nosferatu growled internally at the troublesome shade that was currently straining against the bars of his cage. The phantom snarled back, his blue eyes flashing crimson briefly as his mustached mouth pulled up into a sneer. 'You fool! Don't you see we are the same being! You never truly died, so you never reincarnated! You are me!' the shadow roared, his thickly accented voice full of rage and anguish as he threw himself against the bars caging him. Alucard only growled in response, black beginning to spread in his eyes like ink.
'You were me, centuries ago. I do not wish to remember that time!' the seething 'No-life King' hissed in his head, baring his fangs briefly in irritation.
'You mean you do not want to feel! You are a coward!' his past hissed back at him harshly, his eyes beginning to glow as shadows spread behind him.
'To feel is to be weak! I have learned that lesson well! I will never again fall in love with a human,' Alucard rasped, pain tinging his voice as an unwanted memory popped up. A memory of London and a woman who resembled both a woman in his past as well as Maxine. A memory of her snuggling against his side as they rode in a carriage, his arm around her shoulder as her head rest on him. A memory of her screaming his name as a stake was driven through his heart by one of her companions. A memory of trust broken and bitter heartbreak as his long servitude began.
'I thought you were happy with your human masters,' the shade hissed mockingly, one of its shadowy claws briefly touching his mind. A memory filled his head at the brief brush. A memory he had long buried and wanted to keep that way.
'A black haired woman dressed in a green, Victorian style dress sat at a park bench alone, her emerald eyes darting around nervously as the sun began to set and the shadows began to lengthen. Her heart thudded in her chest as she swallowed dryly, clutching her small purse that sat in her lap for some comfort. This was absolutely insane! Not only was she engaged but she had just met the man yesterday. If anyone caught her out here by herself she was sure she'd never be able to live it down. If it hadn't been for the fact that she had felt oddly drawn to the man she simply wouldn't have agreed to meet him under any of his conditions.
Just as she was about to run home like the frightened rabbit she felt like, she heard a male voice clear his throat. “Good evening, I am sorry I kept you waiting for so long,” came an amused but apologetic rumble, making the shy female turn in shock. A blush came over her milky cheeks as she saw the man from yesterday smiling down at her. He was towering over her easily, his jet black hair tied back in a handsome ponytail. His face was almost unnaturally pale and his icy blue eyes danced merrily, as if amused by some private joke. His body was lean but lightly muscled, dressed in a form fitting, crimson, Victorian style suit. His very aura spoke of seduction, dark power and something otherworldly.
Temporarily struck speechless by the sheer handsomeness of the male before her, the flustered woman backed off a few steps. “I… I shouldn't have come,” she whispered, confusion, guilt and regret in her voice as she turned to run. She didn't know what she had expected but she hadn't expected the deep longing in a part of her soul, almost as if part of her was crying out for him. She couldn't allow this to go further! She loved Jonathan, didn't she?
Her confused, guilt filled flight was halted by him gently grasping her arm once again. “Why did you?” the oddly alluring man purred, his hold firm but not painful.
“I… I,” she began, sounding unsure and reluctant. She wasn't even ready to admit the reasons to herself yet, there was no way she would be able to answer him.
“You came because you feel our souls reaching for eachother,” he answered for her, gently pulling her close until she was flush against him.
“Sir, I'm an engaged woman,” she protested feebly, her heart thudding in her ears as she looked into his stunning eyes.
“Indeed, you have been engaged from the moment you were born,” the strange man husked out, his voice full of longing and loneliness. Then he was tilting her chin up and capturing her lips in a kiss full of burning hunger.'
“No!” Alucard snarled loudly, disappearing from the room and leaving behind a very confused pair of human women.
Integra looked at the spot where the demon once stood, her icy eyes narrowed in concern. “I think it best if we all go to our respective rooms tonight. Max, do you have a crucifix?” the heiress hissed, getting to her feet as her old, commanding self slammed back into place.
“No, why?” Max asked apprehensively, looking up at her imposing employer with concerned eyes. Even if she had one, she doubted it would do much good against a vampire as powerful as Alucard.
“I have an idea that you won't be the only one remembering things tonight,” Integra hissed, going back to her desk, opening a drawer and tossing the soldier a small, silver cross. Maxine gave the older female a look of horror before she fairly ran for her room, the small crucifix clutched to her chest like a false protective talisman. All she could really do was hope it was enough to deter the ancient nosferatu from entering her room and even that was a shaky hope.
The vampire was pacing his dungeon-like room with a vicious snarl on his face and his gloved hands clenched into tight fists. “Do not show me such things!” he spat to the thin air, baring his teeth as they slowly all elongated into sharp fangs. Underneath his rage bubbled a deep sorrow that made his very soul ache. He had long forgotten the foolish woman who had gotten him into this mess so long ago. The first decades under Abraham were another thing he had no longing to remember, his current mistress treated him well and had even added to his own strength. It did him no good to dwell on the things his past self tried to dredge up.
'You need to remember why you felt so drawn to Mina that you risked your unlife to have her. Don't you feel the hole in our soul that's crying out for completion? Aren't you curious why you're subconsciously drawn to this one human female?' the barely caged shade spat, his voice sounding desperate and frustrated.
“Leave me alone!” the demon snarled, his eyes flashing crimson as he gripped his head with his leather covered hands. His powers flared from his rage, causing the manor to shake around them slightly as his shadows flooded the room. Red eyes and demonic mouths formed in the inky darkness, coming in and out of existence effortlessly. Unholy voices cackled and gibbered insanely in his ears, whispering Mina's name softly into the tiny appendage.
'No, this time you will remember one thing. You will remember Mina,' the ghost assured, breaking free of his cage to engulf Alucard's mind in darkness.
'I am tired of you refusing to acknowledge what and who you need! I am tired of feeling the aching hole left by her absence. I am tired of playing by your rules,' his other half snarled viciously as the Alucard's consciousness was forcefully pulled into his own mind and into his memories. Memories of a time long passed.
'You need to remember because, like it or not, you need her; our very soul needs her,' Vlad finished as Alucard's unconscious body crumpled to the floor.
'As the days turned into weeks and the weeks turned into months, Mina and her mysterious stranger had grown closer. Closer than she had ever felt with Jonathan and that fact often made her feel a deep guilt. She was already engaged and here she was playing around like a carefree teen with her beau. Yet, when she was with him, she often forgot just who she was and where she was. The suave stranger was quite effectively sweeping her off her feet.
Yet something in the background mired her bliss. Jonathan was still missing in Romania and her friend Lucy was deathly ill. Her once vibrant friend was often too weak to get out of bed and had gone from looking sun-kissed to ghastly pale. It was as if death hovered over the unfortunate female like a waiting vulture. In fact a special doctor had been summoned to find the source of the redhead's mystery illness. “Hello Mina,” came a deep purr from beside her, his masculine scent filling her nostrils.
He smelled of musk, sandalwood and a hint of something slightly metallic, the effect on her apparent in her pleasure filled grin. Everything about her odd companion drew her in, making her long for more than just the brief brushes of his hands on her bare shoulders. As soon as he was present, she found she simply forgot all her worries of before and just simply enjoying being by his side. “Something has been worrying you my little one,” her male acquaintance whispered, worry tinging his rich, Romanian accented voice.
“My friend Lucy has been very sick, almost like she's dying,” the black haired woman sighed, avoiding the subject that was bothering her the most. She was sure that when she told her stranger that she was worried for her fiance that she would never see him again. A part of her heart twisted in pain from the mere thought, making her bite her lip lightly. She didn't notice her gentleman companion go slightly stiff as regret and guilt flashed through his blue eyes.
All of a sudden she was pulled gently against his hard body, his breath fanning hotly against the back of her neck. A low rumble reverberated from his chest as he held her close, his nose burrowed in her ebony locks. His stunning eyes slid slowly shut as he inhaled her scent deeply, his hand moving over her clothed back. “I wish I could stop your pain,” he murmured sincerely, guilt heavy in his voice as he pulled back to look in her emerald eyes.
The female in his arms only looked up with confusion. What on earth could this man have to feel guilty about? Just as she was about to ask, her chin was slowly lifted and her lips captured in an achingly loving kiss that was full of longing and loneliness. Then, all of a sudden, the female in his arms bowed backward with her mouth open in a silent scream. The man holding her looked down at her strained face with some worry, tenderly brushing a strand of her inky hair behind her ear as her eyes filled with shock.
Then, ever so slowly, Mina relaxed in his strong arms; light pants leaving her lips as she looked up at him with a mixture of wonder and recognition. “I… I knew you once,” she whispered in a weak voice, tears of joy beginning to well in her confused eyes.
“We both knew each other,” he whispered in an awe filled, hopeful voice. The look in his eyes was of love and a not quite belief as his arms began to shake around her.
“Vlad,” escaped her lips in a reverent, loving whisper, surprising both of them badly. Yet, though she expected to be afraid, a gentle voice in the back of her head soothingly reassured her. The voice soothed her with memories that struck a chord with her soul, a chord that made her feel of coming home after a long absence.
Her companion shuddered at the name, a pleased smile curling his lips as he leaned down to place a kiss on her pale forehead. “Elizabeta,” he sighed softly, his voice shaky from emotion as his arms wrapped tighter around her and his lips crashed down on hers hungrily. She met him with the same ferocity, kissing as if they were lovers long separated. After a few moments of the breathless embrace, her dark stranger broke the kiss to allow her some much needed air.
“Vlad, oh Vlad. I remember everything,” the shocked female gasped out, cupping his porcelain face in her hands. Her once lover closed his eyes in pleasure, releasing a low, purring noise as he took one of her hands in his and kissed the top.
“After all these centuries, I have finally found you,” he sighed, relief and happiness in his voice, “And now that I have, I will never let you out of my sight again,” he swore, sealing the oath with another loving kiss. After all this time of feeling like just a ghost of himself, he had finally found his missing puzzle piece. He would deal with the consequences of changing her friend later.'
The 'No-life King' came back to himself with a groan, holding his throbbing head as he sat up. Memories of his time with Mina filled his head, making unwanted, bloody tears roll down his white cheeks. A sore, open part of his soul reached out with a cry of agony, demanding it be filled immediately, making the ancient creature snarl in irritation and pain. As much as he didn't want to, he was beginning to feel as strongly as he once used to; before Abraham had gotten his hands on him. Before Mina had irreparably shattered the last of his heart with her betrayal. Snarling as he got to his booted feet, he glared down at the stone floor with rage filled, crimson eyes. He was feeling again and he hated it.
Maxine jolted up in bed, clutching her practically useless cross to her chest. The dim memory of a not quite dream filled her head as she looked around the room blearily. She had been dressed in some old timey clothes and she had been with a man that reminded her strongly of Alucard. The emotions of the maybe memory still filling her head, the shaken female got out of bed and headed to the bathroom. Once in there, the pale woman turned on the cold tap full blast, cupped her hands under the icy torrent and splashed some of the liquid into her face.
Once that was done, she looked herself in the mirror, the happiness from the possible memory still filling her. If it had been a memory from a past life, was it telling her how she had met Alucard? No, it felt more like a second meeting than a first. A bit confused by the implications, the exhausted woman patted her face dry before moving back into her room and laying in her bed. Determined not to think about it and just go back to sleep, Max closed her emerald eyes and tried to relax. Yet she couldn't get what she had felt out of her mind. In what could have been Alucard's arms, she had felt oddly complete; more at ease and at home than she had ever been.
Sighing in confused frustration, the female rolled over and tried to force her breathing to steady. Despite her best efforts, her heart stilled raced in her chest as more snippets from her dream/memory filled her head. “Why does the universe hate me?” she sighed to herself, referring to the fact that the person she felt subconsciously drawn to seemed to want nothing to do with her. Then a frown crossed over her face at the feeling of hopelessness that filled her. It wasn't as if she wanted to be with the vampire, right? Something deep inside her stirred slightly, filling her with a sadness not her own; making her doubt her previous thought.
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