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Oh My Alucard	By : Fish_and_Chips Category: Hellsing > Het - Male/Female Views: 5648 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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That Big, Black, Eight-Eyed Dog called Butch

"O salutaris Hostia, Quae caeli pandis ostium: Bella premunt hostilia, Da robur, fer auxilium. Uni trinoque Domino Sit sempiterna gloria, Qui vitam sine termino Nobis donet in patria. Amen."

The church was alit with harmonious prayer from the clergymen. However, the peaceful ambience was disturbed by heavy, but quick footsteps trampling into the antechamber.

"Father!" exclaimed the messenger boy, "Father Anderson?"

The kind-looking priest who was standing at the altar in front of a prayer book glanced over as the messenger stopped at the foot of the podium. "Wha' be th' problem that you're raisin' yer voice in an establishment o' holy sanctum?" He said, in a thick brogue, noticing how flustered the youth was.

"Father, this just came in today from Mr Maxwell."

The kind man accepted the manila folder from the messenger, smiled at him and thanked him, then averted his attention back to the folder in hand. Father Anderson opened the folder without further ado and pulled out several photographs. It was photographs of a young girl, with brown hair and blue eyes.

The messenger boy rummaged around in his bag and protruded out a sealed envelope, "This was sent, too."

Anderson took the envelope, opened it and pulled out the letter inside that said: THE DEMON HAS A NEW WHORE. Immediately, his face scrunched up in anger and he gnashed his teeth together in a furious snarl. "What is the meaning o' this?" He roared out.

"Father, you won't let this matter slip by, will you?"

Anderson turned to him, and then his lips spread into a wide grin before he cackled with maniacal laughter, "O' course not! Cannae have that unholy demon fornicatin' with a human an' makin' wee vampire bairns – " He stopped laughing, his expression darkening in seconds, "I'll kill her. Poor wee soul…She needs tae be freed…tae be saved by our almighty god. I will see it tae maself personally. Amen."

England.

"We're in the news again, sir." Ermen stated as he folded open the newspaper to its fullest. "Front page."

The headlines said: MISSING NUMBER OF PEOPLE IN SOUTHERN ENGLAND NEVER-ENDING.

"Humans get so worked up when little things like these happen." Caelum replied half-heartedly, as he turned to his associate; Ermenrich was an intimidating man gifted with a tall height and a burly and brawny, physical stature, his biceps hidden under the material of a chalkstripe suit where its seams were splitting with protest at the joints. He added, "If soldiers went missing, no-one would really care."

They stood side-by-side in the warehouse with fluorescent builder's helmets strapped to their heads, which completely clashed with their businessmen suit-attire as they watched warehouse workers transport cargo load after cargo load using their forklift trucks. The cargo were large boxes made out of corrugated steel, locked with dozens of padlocks. At least twenty were still to be moved to the awaiting cargo ship outside in the pier.

"It's always so much trouble." Caelum said as he adjusted his helmet, whilst Ermen protruded out a clipboard that he had clutched under his arm and began ticking off boxes. "This is the last time I'm hosting this tournament. It's annoying."

"But this is tradition, sir. Like Thanksgiving, only for vampires."

"Don't compare the tournament to a human commemoration, Ermen. If you haven't noticed; we have bigger problems."

He pondered for a short while, "True, sir. Luther spotted Alexander Anderson lurking around England today. He probably went after Alucard's mate." Ermen replied, "That's good; we need a distraction. But what's so special about Alucard's mate anyway?"

"She is the one woman in this world Alucard absolutely cannot possess, no matter what. That's all you need to know about Ruby Ashcroft."

"...Why is that?"

Caelum turned to his subordinate, and smirked. "It's a long story. What I'm most surprised about is how trusting Hellsing is."

Meanwhile.

Ruby woke up the next day (wth her shirt on), groggy and frowning because she could not sleep until halfway into the night even though Alucard was with her. She blamed her insomnia to the fact that she had never shared a bed with someone before and she wasn't used to it. She also realised Alucard was once again nowhere to be seen in her house. He must have returned to Hellsing.

Once again, Ruby perceived this a good thing so as to avoid the awkward morning-after conversations. She tidied her bed and then waddled into the bathroom to brush her teeth and wash her face, blushing the entire time as she stared at her hickey-infested neck in the mirror as she remembered what exactly had happened last night, but then her stomach grumbled loudly and she focused on feeding herself; she limped to the kitchen, over to the fridge. To her dismay, everything was past its expiration date.

Hmm, but that cheese… I could still eat the cheese, it's not as green as everything else, I – Nope, gotta stop thinking like that…

She quickly changed into her everyday casual wear and left the house after carefully dressing her ankle with a new bandage. Shopping at the local supermarket took about forty minutes; it wasn't hard to think about what she wanted, and a grocery list she made before helped speed things up. It was just harder now that she had crutches. She left, struggling with three bags – two in one hand and another in her other hand – while still balancing on crutches.

She hobbled down the street, going at an even slower rate than a granny sitting on her electronic wheelchair. Ruby watched the old lady drive past her; her growing abhorrence for herself and her sheer helplessness was accumulating.

And then her crutch accidentally caught into one of the gaping gaps of a large manhole in the road as she was about to cross and she roared in frustration. "RARRRRGH GODDAMNIT!" She grunted, wrestling with the stuck crutch. She sincerely believed life had a vendetta against her at certain moments.

However, a teenager clutching a skateboard went to her aid immediately and bent down to haul the crutch out of the gutter.

"Thanks!"

"You're welcome."

Ruby's eyes widened when she realised it was none other than Joshua; he was in a clean set of clothes – a checkered-pattern yellow and black hoodie with dark denims and sneakers; however he still looked rather dishevelled and weary. "J-Joshua?" She managed to splutter out, and he pulled his hood over his head and began to sidle away. "Hey, where are you going?"

The dracul crossed the road without even looking left and right. "Don't follow me."

She looked frantically for any cars, and when there were none, she hurriedly followed him, trying to keep up with his fast pace with her crutches and shopping bags. "What are you doing here? How are you feeling? A-are you still hurt?"

"You should be more worried about yourself." He muttered, walking a little faster. She began to fall behind.

"Joshua, please stop!"

He stopped – to her surprise. Panting heavily, Ruby hopped over to him again and stopped by his left. She held her hand up indicating she was attempting to catch her breath and would appreciate it if he didn't use this chance to leave again. "…gasp…Joshua, let's…gasp…talk…" She croaked out in between heavy breaths.

Joshua frowned, then glanced away, his dark hair falling over one bottle green eye. One would hardly believe he was a vampire, judging by how ordinary he looked. "…Just wanted to say I'm sorry." He mumbled, "…I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you."

"That's okay."

He swerved his gaze to her, his features clearly expressing confusion. "What do you mean 'That's okay'? I SHOT you. With a gun. That doesn't happen to a lot of people. And not to mention I could have killed you!"

"Well…yes, it was a strange experience and it doesn't happen to everyone but I'm…err…okay. And you didn't kill me, if that… makes you feel any better." Ruby replied awkwardly, before she let go of a crutch to place a hand on his shoulder to reassure him. This was definitely one strange conversation. He stiffened immediately and threw his gaze to her hand. "Josh, please don't go and look for Alucard."

His face scrunched up and he shrugged her hand off. "He's the least of my worries. I'm looking for the bastards who killed my family now."

She bit her lip. "Listen, Josh…why don't we sit down somewhere and we'll talk; we can work something out. And I really don't want you to be out in the streets alone."

"I'm not a kid!" He yelled, "I'm 45 years old and I can look after myself!"

Ruby shrunk away slightly from his outburst.

Joshua's fists stopped clinching and his shoulders loosened. "S…Sorry." He uttered as his face gradually returned to its normal, chalky-white colour. "…My father and I have caused enough trouble as it is. You shouldn't bother with me any longer for your own good." Then he put down his skateboard and stepped on, kicking off the ground. He was rapidly shredding down the streets in minutes.

"W-Wait!" Ruby cried out futilely, but Joshua had already rounded a corner and disappeared. She sighed in defeat. I wonder why Joshua was here anyway. Did he come to see how I doing? How did he even find me?

She continued on her way home, still stuck in her thoughts, but then stopped when she saw a large black thing to her right out of the corner of her eye. It was panting, with this wicked grin on its face as it trailed dry muck around its dark paws, saliva dripping from its open, crescent-shape mouth, its wet, pinkish-purple tongue waggling out.

A dog.

The black thing was a dog.

A big dog.

She had never seen such a big dog before in her entire life. The first thing she thought and said out loud to no-one in particular was: "That's a big dog."

A few seconds passed.

She stared down at the big black dog and tilted her head to the side. To her surprise, the dog did the same. She gave it an incredulous look, before dismissing the thought that a dog may have been following her and grinning at her and continued to limp back towards her apartment, grumbling and mumbling about how heavy the bags were. Sooner or later, she saw the large black dog scurrying beside her on her left.

Stunned, she stopped (the dog stopped too). Could the dog be following her? Maybe it had caught a whiff of the food in her grocery bags. The dog merely stared back at her with its ears raised, but then it sat up from its haunches and stepped forwards, grinning at her with its tongue dangling out from the side, its thick, bushy black tail swishing to and fro.

However, Ruby frowned. "What? What? Stop following me. I'm not your owner. Go home." She side-stepped away from the dog and quickly limped further down the street. Much to her surprise, the dog didn't follow. Gradually, she reduced her pace and slowly, she turned back round, to see the dog sitting on the spot she had left it, sitting on the dirty pavement, watching her. Not grinning.

It looked so sad and dejected, so lonely, sitting there by itself, staring up at her with its big, and wet, shining, ruby-red eyes.

She was sure it had an owner.

But it didn't have a collar, and a dog this big and so domesticated (or so she thought), could not be without an owner.

Maybe it was lost.

It got separated.

And now... it couldn't get home…

Ruby was like that – she had a tendency to think up ridiculous plot lines.

But maybe it was true. Maybe the dog could not get home.

An imaginary lightbulb flickered in her head. She remembered that movie she saw on TV when she was a kid about talking animals trying to get home... the movie that made her cry buckets…what was it called again? Oh yes. Homeward Bound. She saw the sequels, too. And she cried at those.

She looked around anxiously, but nobody seemed to pay the dog much attention in the street, except from children being dragged away by their scolding mothers to avoid the 'flea-infested mutt'. The dog continued to stare at her with its beady scarlet eyes, beckoning her to pay attention to it with its ears droopy and fallen flat over its head. Nervously, she sidled over to the dog, and it immediately sat back up, its tail wagging furiously, energetically, almost as if it had anticipated her return. She put down one bag, then slowly reached out a hand and plopped it over the dog's big head. It grinned lazily, its eyes half closed with its tongue hanging over one side of its mouth again, as if relishing the feel of her palm over its head. It closed its eyes and buried its snout under the flat of her palm, growling softly. A splodge of drool hung over its corner of its mouth, and dripped onto the pavement.

"…Good dog…" She murmured, "You must be lost…"

She looked up and around, realising no-one really was paying any attention at all to the dog – except from her, of course. The dog motioned to follow her but she stopped. "No, don't follow me. I'm sure there's someone looking for you. Just stay here."

Yet the dog continued to trail after her.

"No, stay – no, don't - bad dog – "

She gave up after a few minutes, realising the dog would follow her no matter what as it began to weave itself in and out inbetween her legs, making her go around in circles. Today certainly was an eventful day – an encounter with Joshua, and now this? Ruby sighed in defeat; she did not know dogs could follow people as demonstrated, but here it was, relentlessly pursuing her even though she didn't want it to. Somehow it reminded her of a certain someone…

"Alright, fine." She sighed, "…Stay close now, don't get lost."

She limped down the street with the dog at her heels; she had always been a cat lover, but secretly, she'd always wanted to have her own dog, too. Once she had arrived at the apartment block, the dog seemed eager, pawing relentlessly at the door and trying to jump up and down. She had to hold it back while she searched for her keys, "Hold on, hold on, wait until I get my key…" Leaving her bags on the floor, she slid a hand down her pockets to fish her key until -

The dog suddenly rammed its muzzle in between her legs.

She tensed up all over and shakily threw her gaze down with an eye twitching. "Get your nose out of there. Bad dog."

She pushed away gently at his nose and out from between her legs and hastily brought out her keys, unlocked the door and opened it. The dog rushed up the stairs further ado; she stared after it. "Hey, you don't even know where I live." She said, and the dog trotted back, then waited patiently at the top of the stairs. Ruby stared at it in awe. No way. This dog simply could not be a dog. It held intelligence unlike any other dog for all she knew. Was this another latest discovery unknown to man? Along with the existence of vampires, what else would she discover? Maybe it had the brain of a human put into a dog's body. If it meowed, she might freak out.

Ruby dismissed the absurd thought of a dog meowing and continued on her way to her apartment – with much difficulty, too. She opened the door. The dog plodded inside; she shut the door behind her, watching the dog chase its tail for a few seconds before sitting down to scratch at its ear with its hind leg, then she watched it nibble at its own tail. She watched, fascinated by the canine antics, then retreated to the kitchen, wondering what to give to a dog to eat. Would human food be satisfactory? She didn't want to deliberately go back out to the market to get dog food.

I'm tired and my ankle hurts like a bitch, was her excuse as she thought to herself with a frown.

Much to her surprise, the dog had followed her again and was now staring up at her keenly, his bulky, hairy swishy tail swinging side to side, resembling a giant feather duster.

"I bet you're hungry, aren't ya?" She went back to the voice she used with babies at the maternity ward and began patting the dog. "Yeah, I'm talkin' to you, you big cutie! You big hunk; you heartbreaker!"

She stopped patting it, the dog still grinning.

"…Hm, I wonder what your name is." Ruby mused, before she went 'aha!', as if another imaginary lightbulb had switched on above her head. "Ah, I know! For the moment, I'll call you Butch. You look like one. A butch. Yes, yes. Butch. You must be a security dog or something. Butch. Yeah, I quite like the sound of that." But she thought harder. "…You really do remind me of a certain someone…with your black fur and red eyes…"

The dog was listening, or so she thought; Ruby shivered; the apartment was freezing – she switched on the central heating and then made her way to the lounge and sat on the couch, making sure not to hurt her ankle. Maybe having a dog around wouldn't be too bad. It could cheer her up, and she did live here alone; it would get lonely. She could also try and train it to fetch her slippers. A consequent hoot of laughter followed that train of thought as she stretched on her sofa. "Well," She began, "Maybe I should keep you. How about it? Want to stay here with me?"

The dog merely blinked at her, before it scrabbled up to the couch on its forepaws and began flicking its tongue out to lick at her nose. She squeezed her eyes shut as the dog continued licking at her face.

"…Okay, okay, I'll take that as a 'yes'. You can stay here." She said, and the dog lowered itself back down, then slowly moved down to rest on its belly, its head on its paws. Butch certainly was tame.

However, the doorbell rang and Ruby glanced up; so did Butch the dog.

"Hm? A visitor?" She limped towards the door. To her surprise, Butch had followed her once more. When she opened the door, it was her neighbour. That creepy-ass named Munroe who kept pointing a camera at her window. To take pictures of birds. Or so he said.

"Hey, neighbour!" He said cheerfully, while she tried to smile at him. Tried to.

"Um…yes, can I help you?"

"You've been gone for a few days! …What happened to your foot?"

"I broke it."

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah."

"I got some letters for you."

He was holding out a bunch of letters. She quickly grabbed them off him before he could feel her up like last time. "Thank you, now goodbye!" She said quickly.

"Wait! You're all by yourself here, right? Will you be okay?"

"…Oh. Um. Yeah." She blinked, nodding in surprise. Ruby actually thought twice that maybe Munroe was genuine.

"Do you want to go back to my place and – " He paused when he realised there was a big black thing trying to squash itself in between Ruby's legs as she stood. Munroe's eyes widened. "Wow… uh…that's a…that's a really big dog."

Ruby averted her gaze down to see that Butch was now focused on squishing his face in between the door and the doorway, as if it was struggling to get out. "…Really? You think so? I think that's a quite normal size for a Rottweiler." She decided to open the door just a little bit more so the dog could squeeze out a tad bit more.

"... I don't think that's a Rottweiler."

"Hm, then I wonder what dog he is."

"O-OH MY GOD!"

"What?"

"T-TH...THA...THAT DOG HAS EIGHT EYES!"

Ruby turned to the dog as he pointed accusingly at it. It didn't have eight eyes. Just two perfectly normal, blinking red little beads. She turned to Munroe. "...What are you talking about?" But he was shaking, trembling... and Ruby swerved her gaze back down when she realised that Butch was now on its haunches, snarling viciously at the man. "…Butch, what's wrong? ...Butch?"

Without further ado, Butch leapt off the ground and pounced on him. Terrified, Munroe screamed as he fell backwards, with Butch gnawing and clawing at him. "EEEEEEEE! Get him off me! Get him off meee! EEEEEEE! Call him off! Get this creature off me!" He was screaming, trying to fight off Butch's relentlessly snapping jaws.

Ruby grabbed on, trying to pull the dog away. Eventually, Butch's jaws loosened around Munroe's arm and the man scrabbled away. "EEEEEEE! I won't forget this! I'll make sure you pay, eeeeee!" Munroe screamed out at the top of his lungs. As soon as he managed to get back to onto his feet, he turned hightail and ran all the way down to the corridor, with Butch galloping after him.

"No, Butch, come back!"

The dog stopped immediately, skidding to a halt on its paws. Again, the dog never ceased to surprise her. It turned round and slowly padded back to her, sat down and blinked up at her.

"Why did you attack him? Sure, he's creepy as hell, but..."

"Ruby."

"UWAGH!" She yelped, almost collapsing back onto the floor as soon as she heard the voice float in her mind. She gawped at the dog; it was now staring solemnly at her. Very solemnly. "Y-You…talked."

No, the dog itself was not speaking. Its great jaws never moved. It was like the last time she had a conversation like this, when she met Alucard… she heard his voice in her mind…and she spoke back to him, too. She blinked in confusion, and then…

"…Alucard? Is that you?"

His voice was indeed speaking to her in her mind. He said, "Yes."

"Why are you a…a…"

"A dog?" He replied, and the dog's lips pulled back, revealing a tremendous amount of sharp fangs dripping with saliva. Somehow, Butch…sorry, Alucard, seemed more foreboding and dangerous than before. He growled out, "Ahhh yes, I forgot to mention that I can assume any form I please."

She raised an eyebrow. "…Um…give me a minute to…er…inhale this all in." A minute passed, with Ruby sitting silently, staring into space.

Alucard waited patiently.

"…Okay, you can assume any form you want." She finally said, before grabbing a hanky from the side to mop up the floor and the contours of his salivating mouth. "But…a dog? Really?"

"This form is more convenient." He replied, and in his dog form, he sat upright and held his dog-head high and shook himself, his fur flying. "I can keep a close eye on you without drawing attention to myself."

"Of course. You stick out even when you are a human." She muttered as she closed the door, remembering the many stares they received when they took the bus back home together.

"You don't seem surprised."

"…Well, I thought a dog that smart was a little too good to be true." Ruby returned to the kitchen where she began preparing for lunch, whipping out the groceries she had just purchased, ranging from potatoes, carrots and onions. "So, why did you attack my neighbour?"

"I read his mind. He was planning."

"Planning what?"

"...You are best unaware." He replied, after a lengthy pause. "If I was not in this form, I would have torn him apart for thinking such vile thoughts. I will be keeping a watchful eye on him from now on."

"Yeah, he sure is creepy." But that doesn't mean Alucard should tear him shreds... Ruby stared at him meekly before she sighed, running the vegetables under cold water from the tap in the sink. She had called him Butch. She had rubbed his belly and stroked his 'fur' and showed him a side she had never shown before. She cringed at herself. "S-So…Where did you go?"

"I returned to Hellsing." Alucard gave her a sideways glance as she began peeling the vegetables. It seemed he wasn't wanting for her to get involved yet. Maybe she was better not knowing. Alucard also seemed less intimidating and more communicative being a dog than he was a human. "Then I came back to check up on you."

"How are things?"

"Morris is helping us."

"That's good. You guys need more allies."

"Although he wields the Bowie Knife, he's not very practical. He prefers to spend his time alone in the laboratory my Master bestowed him, immersed in books and conducting various experiments based on vampire lore."

Ruby laughed; Morris did seem the more bookish, nerd-ish type. "By the way, did Sir Integra ask you to do this? You know…you being a dog and all."

"No, but she did request I keep a low profile during our investigations."

"Seriously(?)."

He nodded. "I will do whatever I can to protect my mate."

It was less romantic hearing it come from a dog. Ruby gazed at him with half-lidded eyes before she threw her head back, roared with laughter and shook her head, still laughing while Alucard/Butch merely rolled his dog-eyes at her. She grinned at him. "…I think I can get used to this."

"Get used to it while you can, my bride," Alucard murmured, but she did not hear, engrossed with dicing the potatoes before tossing them into a pot she had fished from under the sink.

"Hm, since I'm doing dinner, is there anything in particular you want to eat?" Ruby said with a smile, before she lifted the knife and began chopping the carrots into slices.

"I have no need to consume human food."

Ruby paused. "Oh, that's right. Sorry, I forgot." Then she leapt with fright when she felt two arms encircle her from behind. Alucard had now returned to his human form and was standing behind her; he grinned at her as he removed his sunglasses and hat, shaking his hair free to rest over one of his crimson eyes.

"…You're disappointed. You wanted to cook for me?" He purred in her ear, playing with a strand of her hair before letting the strands fall freely from his fingertips.

"Uh...well..." She swallowed down when he increased his grip on her, his arms tightening around her waist. "T-The only thing I can cook properly is potato salad and gravy. When I lived at the hospital we just went to the cafeteria or the - " She stopped when he gave her a look. "…What?"

"My little bride is so cute. So adorably cute." He began to nuzzle her hair, "Perhaps we could…eat together, but my portion will have to be drizzled with blood."

Ruby cringed slightly. "Really? hm…I guess I could…" She left her sentence trailing when he leaned into her a little closely, "What are you up to?"

"Is it so painfully unclear?" His grin widened when he realised she wasn't trying to push him away or resisting, then he closed his eyes and began burying his nose into his hair, before he murmured silkily in her ear, "Did I forget to mention that I also requested permission?"

"Permission?"

"To stay with you for the time being."

"…Can you…?" She squeaked, "…stay here?"

"My master only gave me permission to stay with you for one day. She can be extremely generous when she wills it, however. Should anything come up, I am to return to Hellsing immediately."

"Oh, well, that makes sense, with the theft of the knife and all."

She could literally hear his grin growing wider and wider as he clutched her from behind, "…You… are not protesting." He remarked, with a suggestive raise of his eyebrows as he began to kiss her neck lightly.

"Uh…um…well…I…er…" Ruby blushed in response and fumbled slightly when her head tilted to the side gently as he trailed kisses up and down the side of her face. "…You can stay here. I don't mind. We can…have coffee and chat and stuff."

He pulled away to whisper in her ear. "Chat? Have…coffee? I was hoping we could do more. Much, much more… You do realise you only have yourself to blame, my bride? I cannot resist you… I yearn for you so much, long for you…ache for you…"

Memories of what exactly happened last night made heat rise to her cheeks. Ruby threw her glance down, shaking slightly. "Why are you…doing this? It feels - " She croaked out, her throat going dry all of a sudden as his hands left the front of her waist, swimming underneath her top. She gasped when he began to fondle her under the apron sensually, his hand massaging her breast, and she shuddered, realising an involuntarily moan from her slightly parted lips.

His mouth made claim on her neck again, his lips hot and wet, silently kissing and nipping at her flesh playfully with the tips of his fangs. It was a beguiling experience, like someone stabbing little pins over her skin. It did not hurt as much as she thought it would. Instead, the experience felt like an enticingly teasing act. He flicked his glazed, dark, blood-red eyes up to her when she did not finish her sentence. "…Yes, Ruby?"

" – Wrong." She finally managed to stammer out the last word of the sentence, still limp and utterly helpless under his hold as he continued to tend to her affectionately.

"Hm…" His lips left her neck briefly for a second and she missed the feel of his mouth over her skin, "But if you dislike it…why aren't you telling me to stop?" He purred, before sliding his hands down her pants.

Ruby nicked herself with the knife from the unexpected caress and a carrot slice went rolling to the ground along with a few drops of blood. The prick on her finger was enough to jerk her out of the hazy state Alucard had reduced her to. She did not even realise she was still holding the knife in her hand, but there it was bubbling on her finger: a fat blob of glorious, fresh human blood. She gaped at her bleeding finger but she was quick to act - Ruby dropped the knife into the sink and washed the blade down with water, then cradled her finger to herself. "I need to get this bandaged…"

But Alucard's grip on her had increased. The stench of blood trickling out of flesh was unmistakeable. The scent reached his nostrils in seconds and he inhaled deeply. "…Let me help you." He grated out. His voice had changed; it was identical to last time, when he had lost control…

"…No, that's okay." Ruby tried to wriggle out from him until Alucard grabbed her wrist, and attempted to lift her bleeding finger to his lips.

"Just one drop."

She squeaked, but Alucard was now licking the blood that had dribbled down her finger to her arm. For a moment, she stared at the display in stunned silence, watching Alucard's long tongue lap at the wound on her finger. And then suddenly, she felt his lips pressed over hers, and Ruby was slammed against the wall of her small kitchen.

He was kissing her; his lips smothering over hers again and again relentlessly, his eyes crazed with desire and want. At the same time, the blood he'd just drank from the cut on her finger seeped into her mouth. She choked slightly, the taste of her own blood was coppery and she gagged a little, blood dripping down the corners of their mingled mouths. Her gagged response only heightened his frenzy, and his probing tongue flicked into the cave of her mouth, intertwining with hers fervently. He had let go of her wrist to clutch at her waist, nipping and biting on her bottom lip with his fangs. She gasped slightly when he lifted up her legs, and hoisted them around his waist. He made sure she was sitting on him, with his knees bent slightly so he could prop her up and shove her against the wall before he instinctively thrust himself against her.

Ruby pushed him away from her immediately. "What are you…"

However, she let out a sheer, hapless moan when he bucked again, eliciting heat to surge in between her thighs. It felt…good. Pausing to swallow down a little, Ruby let his cold, hungry lips claim hers again, his hands raking up and down her body frantically before they latched onto the button of her pants underneath her apron. Ruby broke off the kiss and turned away, her eyes squeezed shut.

"STOP!"

Alucard stopped. He blinked. His expression clouded all of a sudden, and his hands gradually let go of her pants; he stepped away from her and Ruby's feet landed back on the ground.

A long silence followed.

She blinked up at him blankly when Alucard turned away. He seemed angry with himself. Without another word, he stepped away, fading into the shadows. "Wait - !" But she was far too slow to respond this time. "...Alucard?"

Ruby was left alone in her kitchen. She blinked blankly, then threw her glance down to her finger, which had stopped bleeding thanks to Alucard. Blushing, she hastily stepped out of the kitchen to get a plaster and then sunk into the couch, glancing around. She wondered what had happened back in the kitchen. She thought he went berserk again, although it was not as bad as last time… he practically grabbed her and then he -

Ruby flushed furiously. "Ahhh, stop thinking about it." She shook her head side to side. "...I wonder where he went…"

She decided to wait for him.

An hour passed. Then another. And another.

She sighed; Alucard would probably not return for now. Whatever it was that was on his mind, he must need some precious alone time. She completed her potato salad, and then switched off the TV show she had been watching and crumpled up the empty wrapper of cookies she had been snacking on, deciding to finish off some homework and to do some studying for an upcoming test. She grabbed her books off the cupboard and took them to the sofa where she flipped it open to the right page.

However, a few minutes later, there was a knock on the door. Ruby looked up from her textbook and pulled the pen lid she had been chewing out from her mouth, then placed it on the page to act as a bookmark.

I wonder who it could be… It can't be Alucard; he rarely uses the door. She got up, waddled to the door and checked the spyhole first. All she could see was black. Whoever it was, he or she was standing far too close to the door. Ruby unlocked the door but kept the ballchain in place. She opened the door to a fraction to see a green eye staring at her through the crack. She leapt away from the door in fright as it kicked open and a giant figure came storming in.

He was a tall man, perhaps roughly the same height as Alucard, with lightly-tanned skin and dirty blonde hair and stubble; he was adorned in a navy priest's uniform. His thin lips were tugged upwards into a crazed smile, exposing a small section of his square white teeth as the light reflected off his glasses, hiding his steely green orbs. "Evenin', lass. I hope you don't mind comin' wi' me for a wee while…"

AND THEN HE LIFTED UP HIS GIANT ARM AND WITH A MIGHTY SWING AND GOD'S WILL HE SEVERED THE HEAD FROM THE NECK AND IT FELL TO THE FLOOR. LAUGHING INSANELY, ANDERSON FINALLY DEFEATED HIS ANCIENT VAMPIRE NEMESIS BY DESTROYING THE ALLEGED FOURTH BRIDE OF DRACULA...

Oh My Alucard - End.

No, no, just kidding! Oh My Alucard isn't finished. Nope, I still have major plans for this fic! Violent imagery aside, I don't know if Anderson was OOC or not, considering how in the OVA, he chopped up Integra's escorts without even batting an eyelid. But for this story, Ruby's limbs and Ruby in general will have to remain intact – for now. I hope I got his accent right!
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