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Midnight Roses	By : FlameWolf666 Category: Hellsing > Het - Male/Female Views: 7370 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do NOT own anyone or anything from the anime/manga Hellsing. This is not for profit and just for fun! Please don't sue!

Chapter List
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Author's Note: Please forgive me for the long, long, long delay with this! It's been a bit hard to write lately but rest assured this will get done!
Chapter Thirteen: Mine Heart Doth Beat
Maxine awoke slowly, her heart thudding in her chest like it was about to break. As she sat up with a weak groan, bits and pieces of her dream and what happened last night came back to her. Trying to shake the remnants of the dream that felt all too much like memory from her mind, the soldier looked blearily around the room for any sign of her self appointed guardian. Sure enough there he was, standing like a trench-coat wearing sentinel in a corner of the room by the door. Unlike last night, the creature was wearing his large fedora and his orange goggles; the opaque lens hiding where his eyes were pointing.
Trepidation began to fill her at the sight of him, his mere presence tickling something in the back of her mind. Something that called back to the dream she was currently trying to forget. “I'm guessing your presence has everything to do with me being on my period and you regaining your memories,” the still groggy soldier bit out, staggering to her feet despite the fact her vision was still blurry from blood loss. Unfortunately this caused the vampire to move to her side in a blur of movement that made her head spin.
His cool, gloved hands rested on her upper arms loosely as he steadied her. “Yes, please sit down before you faint,” he rasped out, his usually cold voice full of worry as he merely held her steady.
“Yeah, that's probably a good idea,” Max gasped out, allowing Alucard to lower her to the bed as she tried to slow her racing heart. Just standing for that long had drained her of a lot of strength, making her dizzy and breathless.
“J-just how much did I lose last night?” she asked weakly, trying to force her vision to focus long enough to make out the demon kneeling before her.
“You almost died. You would have died if I hadn't given you a few drops of my blood,” he confessed, sounding almost as if he was dreading her response.
A bit thrown off balance by his complete change in behavior, Max only nodded in understanding. Even if she had been near death, a few drops of vampire blood were not enough to turn her. “Just enough to save my life. Thank you,” she replied, her vision clearing enough to see clearly and allowing her to see that Alucard had removed his goggles. His sunset colored eyes burned into her intensely, one of his gloved hands coming up to cup her cheek oh so gently. At the contact, a memory filled her mind in a rush; drawing a gasp from her lips as her head tilted back and her eyes shut.
All of a sudden she was dressed in Victorian style clothes, sitting on a stone bench and staring up at a similarly dressed Alucard. Instead of feeling confused or out of place she felt oddly at peace but that peace what darkened by some worry lingering in the back of her mind. A worry for a woman named Lucy who was sick, a sickness she suspected was caused by the man standing beside her. Yet for some reason that didn't diminish the affection she felt for him. Something in the back of her mind wouldn't allow her to truly fear or hate this man but she felt oddly okay about this, as if she and the presence had known of eachother for a long time. 'Who are you? Do I know you?' she asked the shade in confusion, feeling nervous and yet eager to hear the phantom's voice.
'We were the same person, a long time ago. You are not ready to know me yet, as impatient as I am to finally be whole. Now hush and pay attention. It is time you start waking up,' replied a kind female voice that sounded eerily like hers, just like Michelle's was.
Something in the other's voice made her subside and she turned her full attention onto the scene before her. It felt like a memory or a dream and yet it felt like she was really living it at the same time. In fact the whole thing reminded her of the dream she had awoken from earlier. A dream she was having a harder and harder time believing was just a dream. As dread filled her at this realization, Max found her attention drawn inexorably to the scene playing out around the body she inhabited.
What ended up unrolling in front of her reluctant gaze was the confrontation between the mysterious woman and Alucard about him being the cause of her friend's illness. 'No! I don't want to see any of this! I don't want to remember!' hissed the panicked soldier, unable to look away as the memory continued to play before her.
'You must. You do not know it yet but you will feel much better once you remember,' the other murmured soothingly, making her feel slightly better despite herself.
'Who is she?' Max asked the shade as the memory continued into the next one.
'If you look within yourself, you will find your answer,' came the patient answer as the memory bled into the odd vision she had had of Alucard and a woman she assumed was the doomed Lucy.
'Mina… but how is that even possible? She's a character in a story! A fictional…,' the soldier began to protest, stopping in mid-sentence as her sentence gained a bitter irony. Who was she to harp on what was fictional and what wasn't in a world where vampires actually existed.
'Indeed, the story holds more truth for you than for most. Think about Alucard, specifically the name he uses now. His name wasn't always his name. Also think about what the doctor's name was for a moment,' the shade continued as the vision became memory once more, continuing when a man called Jonathan had returned.
Maxine went silent, half focusing on the memory she had already seen in a dream as she pondered over what the other had told her. What was so special about Alucard's name, let alone the doctor's name? Then realization hit her like a ton of bricks, taking her breath away in a rush. Alucard's name spelled backwards was Dracula and the doctor's name had been Van Hellsing! The organization and the last name of the woman who ran it was Hellsing! The implications of this revelation made her head spin and she found herself feeling dizzy as well as off balance. 'Y-you mean he's…? And Integra is…?' she responded in breathless wonder as the memory continued to roll on around them, beginning to move a bit faster.
Noticing this, the soldier looked around with alarm as the scenes began to blur by faster and faster; drawing her to the conclusion of the memory. A conclusion that she didn't quite remember but made her chest ache just the same. 'Yes, Alucard is Dracula. He was imprisoned by the organization you work for a long time ago,' the shade answered calmly, a faint tinge of distress in her own voice as the memory fairly sped forward around them.
'What's going on?!' the frightened soldier blurted out, her heart beating in her chest as if the muscle dreaded what was coming as much as she did.
'You have already seen much of this and have seemed to acknowledge this as a memory but there is something else. Something you forgot upon waking. Something you must see,' the voice responded softly, holding an apologetic edge as the memory began to slow; resuming normal speed at the point where she was clawing at a mausoleum door. Just seeing this made the panic within her rise and her heart constrict within her chest. It was as if everything within her was screaming at her not to watch what was happening.
'No, no please! Whatever it is, I don't want to see it!' the distraught female gasped, finding herself unable to even shut her eyes as Alucard opened the tomb to speak to her. It felt as if whatever she was about to see would forever change her, that there would be no going back from this and the fact terrified her. Would she still be the same person? Would she be making her own decisions or would she be doomed to follow whatever this shade wanted from her?
'You must. In order to keep moving, we must awaken Mina,' the phantom replied, regret tinging her gentle voice as a comforting not-hand came to rest on her shoulder. Max could only let out a strangled sob in response, unconsciously pressing back into her past self for support. In front of the two, Alucard was shoving her behind him and charging to meet the trio that had come to kill him.
As the scene continued to mercilessly unfold, Maxine found tears pouring down her cheeks unchecked as her heart thudded and clenched inside her chest. She was feeling Mina's feelings as well as her own, making her emotions twice as poignant. 'Alucard, no!' the soldier found herself crying out as the mighty beast was felled by a stake in the chest. Heartbreak, guilt and outright, soul crushing sadness washed through her in a tidal wave, drawing a gasp from the shaken warrior's lips. Then her vision went white as pain erupted in her head and chest.
'No! Lord Vlad! Oh God, this is all my fault! Oh Elizabeta how could you make me relive this moment,' came a ragged, pain filled female voice from Max's mouth.
'Shhh, try to remember Mina,' the phantom whispered, her not-hand tightening on the soldier's shoulder slightly.
'Mina' looked at the phantom blankly before closing her eyes. 'Yes, that's right. I died a long time ago,' she sighed, her voice sounding a bit doubled as a ghostly female form pulled free of Maxine. The soldier wobbled a bit unsteadily, her eyes fluttering and her chest heaving.
'No more, please. I can't take anymore,' she pleaded the two phantoms, her voice shaky as she crumpled to her non corporal knees. Her emerald eyes looked up at the pair, fear pouring from the female in waves as she tried to catch her breath and scoot away from the two at the same time. It was all too much! Not only was she once Michelle but she had also once been Mina, the supposedly fictional love interest of the also supposedly fictional Dracula.
Despite the fact the characters had only existed in a book before now, she found herself unable to refute the evidence that stood before her on a daily basis. Alucard not only looked like the man from her dreams/memories but his name spelled backwards was Dracula. All of this was enough to make her head swim as she fought to maintain her shaky grip on reality. A reality that had been shattered in only a matter of four and a half days! She desperately needed time to absorb all of this, time that was looking less and less likely that she would have.
The similar looking pair glanced at eachother with concern before turning back to face her. Before they could even open their mouths to respond, a male roar came from the outside. *“Destul! Destul! Fie ei! Nu vezi că e slab și confuz destul deja! Să apropierea noastră să fie de confort pentru tine acum și lasă în pace Max pentru un timp,” hissed the thick Romanian accent as the dark scene faded around her and Max began to return to reality.
As she came back to herself, the female found her vision once again reduced to a blur as well as a very familiar looking white and black blob in front of her face. At the same moment, she became aware of a pair of bare hands cradling her head gently. “Lucaaaard,” she slurred weakly, a rush of relief filling her at the sight of him. For reasons beyond her at the moment, Maxine found herself instantly comforted by his presence.
“You're safe, lay back and relax Max,” the vampire rumbled in response, pressing a cool kiss to her forehead before helping her to lay down.
As her back met the mattress, the soldier became aware of a sharp pain on her hand and a warm trickle of fluid flowing down her hand. A low growl of displeasure came from her right, making the still hazy female move her gaze to look at the blur that slightly resembled Alucard leaning across her. “I told her that I would tend to you myself! You are confused and bound to move in unexpected ways right now,” he hissed out, pulling something from her hand that caused an even sharper pain, drawing a hiss of pain from the female's trembling lips. Another low growl left the creature as he leaned across her, bringing her injured hand up to his lips.
While this was happening, Max was desperately trying to focus her vision to see what was going on. “More of your precious blood has been needlessly spilled,” he rumbled, displeasure clear in his voice as it grew slightly deeper in tone. Then something cold and slightly damp began to slither across the would-be wound, drawing a surprised gasp from the female as she jumped and tried to pull her hand away from the unusual touch. This action drew a growl of warning from the nosferatu, his grip tightening ever so slightly.
Max stilled at once, simply allowing her vision to clear so she could see just what the hell was going on. This happened much more slowly than she would have liked but, eventually, she was about to see Alucard clearly. The vampire cradled her hand like it was the most precious thing in the world as his long, unnatural tongue lapped at a small, bleeding wound on the back of her hand. Making a shocked noise, the weakened soldier once again tried to pull her hand free; tugging with a bit more urgency as fear began to rise within her.
This time Alucard looked up at her, his sunset eyes fixing on her eyes. Then, as if reluctantly, he withdrew his tongue from her flesh. “Max, I'm not going to hurt you,” he rumbled softly, using one of the hands that had been holding hers to cup her milky cheek. The female drew in breath sharply at the contact, her heart beating wildly in her chest as desire began to slowly burn within her. As if he could smell her sudden arousal, the creature over her began to smirk before pulling back and allowing his hand to resume it's previous position of holding hers.
“I just want to help,” the demon purred, bringing the injured appendage to his lips once again before laving his tongue over the still slightly dribbling wound. Her breath caught in her throat at the initial touch, the desire within her spiking slightly and causing a pleasant tingle in her extremities.
Unable to keep watching the oddly erotic display, the female turned her head to look for the source of her injury. Her emerald gaze landed on an I.V. stand by the left side of her bed, a bag of blood hanging from its steel arm. Just the sight of the bag filled her with a sudden nausea, effectively making her ardor disappear. Seeing the donated blood reminded her of just how she had come to be in this situation as well as unwanted sorrow from 'Michelle' about the supposed death of Radu. With how resilient the abomination seemed to be, the woman highly doubted he was truly gone and the thought caused a wave of fear to rush through her.
Alucard, who had long since finished healing the tiny wound, had pulled back to watch the human. He could smell her myriad of emotions, the fear the most prominent and distressing. Purring softly, the creature of the night leaned forward to rest his forehead against hers and once again cupped her cheek with a bare hand. His touch seemed to jolt her out of whatever bleak thoughts she was having, the soldier jumping slightly and flinching away at first. Then, to his surprise, the female held his hand to her cheek tightly; closing her eyes as tears began to roll down her cheeks.
All of a sudden Max found herself being picked up and wrapped in a pair of strong, red clad arms. Then he was sitting down and cradling her in his chest, rubbing his nose along hers as he let out low rumbles. His left hand smoothed through her ebony locks slowly while his right held her tight against his chest. Instead of trying to get away or protesting, the warrior found herself nestling into Alucard's chest and grasping the lapels of his jacket in a tight grip as she let out ragged sobs. All of the pent up confusion, stress and left over emotions from Michelle came pouring out at once, drawing a distressed noise from the mighty monster.
Still purring, Alucard lifted her chin so she was looking up at him. Then, ever so slowly, he lowered his pale face slowly until his lips were a mere breath from hers. His sudden closeness stunned Max out of her tears as she stared up at him with a hint of trepidation. Crimson swirled slowly within his orangeish eyes as he gazed down at her, both of his naked hands cupping her face loosely. Then, his gaze still locked with hers, the vampire began to lick away her tears. Low purrs continued to rumble from his chest as he meticulously cleaned her cheeks, not missing a single spot of moisture.
Maxine was frozen in place, her hands loosening on his jacket and coming up to rest on the silky material of the black vest that adorned his torso. Her fingertips rested lightly on the spot where his heartbeat would be had he been human as her own heart beat wildly in her chest. The nosferatu's actions were causing an interesting reaction within her, soothing her as well as igniting a low fire in her lower abdomen. When he finally pulled away, the soldier was unsure of whether to feel relieved or disappointed. Trembling slightly, the female closed her eyes and took a deep breath as she tried to ignore the delicious pulsing in her core. “Max,” came a husky, throaty growl from the demon holding her as a claw lightly brushed her cheek.
Then his cold lips met hers gently, the hunger behind his kiss a sharp contrast to how chaste it was. Max froze at first, unsure of what to do with the contact, before slowly relaxing into his arms. After a few moments, Alucard broke the kiss to pull back and look at her expression. The soldier could only look up at him dazedly, confusion and faint desire in her emerald gaze. Then she seemed to snap back to reality with a shake and leaned as far away from the creature as possible. Why was she acting like a horny teenager on a date with the homecoming king? Why did she feel so comfortable sitting in this vampire's arms? In the midst of her confusion, she missed the hurt look that briefly flashed over Alucard's face. “T-too fast. All this is happening far too fast,” the warrior gasped out breathlessly, using what little strength she had to put some distance between her and the all too alluring male.
Alucard was rather handsome for a monster, having the features of a God. On top of his unholy good looks, his body was to die for and his voice was enough to make any hot blooded woman weak in the knees. Despite being a demon of shadows, he was capable of wooing any woman he wanted with a mere look. So it was really not that surprising that what was happening was having an effect on her body. Yet, after everything that she had gone through with the vampire over the past few days, she was completely thrown off balance by the sudden switch in the tone of their relationship.
When she had first started working here, the shadowy noble had wanted nothing to do with her; had even seemed to want to go out of his way to avoid her. Now everything was topsy turvy and it was all because of the awakening of both of their past lives. She found herself even wondering if the feelings she was having were genuine or just a product of Mina or the other who had yet to reveal themselves. The whole thing not only made her head hurt but also made her heart ache in her chest. “You're right Max, far too right. Things have been happening far too fast, for both of us,” the male holding her rumbled, disappearing out from under her but using his shadows to prevent her from falling.
The female gasped in surprise, looking down at the wispy tendrils that held her as they lowered her to the white sheets. As soon as her back hit the mattress, the nosferatu withdrew his shadows and reformed by her bedside. A grim look was on his pale face as he raised his wrist and ran a black claw over the porcelain skin, causing blood to bubble over the cut. “Alucard, wha..?” Max began, her voice horrified as she watched the imposing Prince. Instead of answering her, he merely smeared some of the liquid on his still bare fingers.
“Take it,” he whispered, his bangs lengthening slightly to hide his burning gaze from her as he extended his bloody fingertips to her lips.
Staring at the bloody offering with faint disgust and apprehension, Maxine looked up at the nosferatu before her. “I don't think that's such a good idea,” she whispered, looking up at the demon before her. Instead of getting angry like she had expected, the nosferatu merely stayed perfectly still; his blood still glistening on his naked fingertips.
“It is not enough to turn you and will help you heal faster than normal transfusion blood,” he whispered, his voice holding a slightly gruff edge that certainly wasn't from anger.
Looking from the offering to the powerful being beside her, the soldier sighed softly before cautiously leaning forward and snaking out her tongue to lap at the thick, coppery substance. The action reward her with a rumble of approval from Alucard and she found the sound actually made her feel better about the entire situation. Confused and a bit thrown off by this fact, Max continued to lick at the two fingers until all the blood had disappeared.
The instant she had swallowed all of the substance, her entire body became warm as strength slowly flowed into her. Looking at Alucard with astonishment, Max found herself feeling ten times better than she had mere moments before. “Thank you,” she whispered, looking up at the vampire with gratitude and a bit of awe. He only nodded in response, his bangs shortening to show happiness and pride shining within his orangeish-red orbs. Now that things had quieted down a bit, the warrior had a moment to really realize something crucial missing from the powerful creature by her bed.
“Wh-why aren't you wearing your gloves?” she gasped out in a frightened whisper, her emerald gaze going to his still naked hands. The demon tilted his head in confusion for a moment before he raised his own hands to study them.
“Ah, those. They've been gone since last night. Even when they were on they only had as much power as I allowed them. I could break free of her control any time I wish but I would bring down the entire mansion doing it,” he responded, a cruel smirk beginning to curl his lips and making her blood run cold. He had been free the entire time and Integra had never suspected a thing! Just the thought of it made fear flood her entire being.
“However, this does not mean I take advantage of the situation to do as I please. Even when I choose not to wear my chains, I am of no danger to anyone in this estate. Even monsters have morals,” he purred, his eyes gaining a slightly amused glint as he continued to smirk down at her.
His words were enough to give her pause. Despite his past vicious reputation, Alucard had really shown no inclination to harm humans. In fact the vampire seemed to revel in the killing of his fellows, almost seeming to see it as a game. “Needless to say, I would appreciate your discretion about this,” he continued, all signs of humor gone from his face as his blazing gaze bored into her. Just as she was about to open her mouth to ask why, the door to her room came flying open.
In a blink, Alucard's gloves were replaced and he had turned to look at the visitor/intruder. To his relief and, to her shock, Max's; it wasn't Integra or Walter but Seras. The young vampire stood in the doorway with a grin on her pale face and she held what looked like a huge stack of board games. The second the blonde saw her sire, all humor on her face disappeared for trepidation. “Hey Max, I didn't know master would be here,” murmured the former police officer, suddenly seeming unsure of herself.
“It seems your sire has taken it upon himself to become my protector,” the bedridden female sighed, noticing that as soon as Alucard saw the young draculina his entire demeanor changed. The demon seemed to almost become playful, stalking towards his off balance fledgling with a mischievous look on his face.
For every step the predator took forward, the poor female took a step back; apprehension clear in her blue eyes. “What brings you here Police Girl,” he purred, smirking at the shudders his voice
caused in her tiny body.
“I just thought that Max could use some company, with her probably being too weak to move anywhere for a while,” she responded shyly, looking at the open door behind her like a caged rabbit given the opportunity to run from the hungry wolf.
“Some company would be lovely,” came Max's near desperate reply. Seras was giving her a way to return to a pseudo normalcy and she was desperate to grasp hold of it. As if hearing this in her voice, Alucard halted in his tracks; seeming to rethink things. Then he gently grasped the Childe's arm in his gloved hands and led her to Maxine's bedside. Then he leaned by the soldier's ear, his lips brushing against the sensitive appendage as he spoke.
“I'll be right outside the door. If you need anything, let me know,” he husked out, pulling back to smirk at Max's now red face. Then, without another word, the imposing creature whirled and left the room; leaving the two astonished woman alone.
After a few moments passed and she was sure Alucard wouldn't suddenly come back in, Seras set the stack of games on the bed before straightening to look at the pale female. “You okay?” the vampiress whispered softly, concern clear in her voice. To her combined shock and horror, the normally tough soldier burst into heart wrenching sobs.
“Oh Seras, I don't know what to do! So much has happened at once that I hardly know what end's up,” the shaken woman gasped out, tears streaming down her face as she avoided the other female's gaze.
“What's going on?” the ex-officer murmured quietly, placing a hand over one of Max's, a concerned look on her face. Heaving a deep breath, the distraught female launched into a lengthy explanation of nearly everything that happened.
Integra sat behind her large, oak desk, her fingers steepled under her nose and her tan clad elbows resting on the surface. A smoking cigarillo was clamped in her mouth and her glasses shone in such a way that it hid her expression. Walter silently stood beside her, placidly holding a steaming pot of tea in his hands as he watched his mistress. “Walter, we cannot allow this to continue. So far he has only regained his memories of Mina and Elizabeta. Heaven knows what will happen if he remembers what my grandfather did to him,” the heiress murmured softly, smoke curling around the crown of her head like a halo.
“What do you suggest?” the old servant asked, his usually merry eyes full of worry for his mistress.
“I don't know but whatever it is, we have do it soon. One thing is for sure, we cannot allow him to mate with her,” she hissed, crushing her smoke out in the ashtray before gripping her head in her gloved hands.
“Why does it have to come down to this? He has been a loyal servant for decades! He deserves to have his happiness, to be able to claim his intended mate! Why must I be forced to be the one to rip it from him after all my family has done to him,” Integra groaned in a tortured, strained voice, droplets of moisture falling onto the stained wood of her desk.
In an instant, the retired warrior was beside her; his hands on her shoulders as he began to rub soothingly. “Unfortunately, you are the only one who can hope to control him my lady. You are the only one who holds any power over the runes on his gloves,” he answered, his voice slightly gruff with emotion from seeing her so distraught.
“I don't want the responsibility or the guilt! Do you realize what I might have to do if he refuses to comply? He may never forgive me, let alone my bloodline,” she screamed, banging her fists down hard on her ungiving desk. Walter winced behind her, reaching forward to grasp her abused hands in his and turning her to face him.
“Do not needlessly torture yourself my lady. While we can be assured of Alucard's loyalty right now, we cannot be so sure after her regains his memories. We have to do what's best for the world as well as our entire organization. We cannot take a risk on the unknown with Alucard,” the butler murmured quietly, kissing the tops of her hands as his blue eyes locked with hers.
“I know but sometimes I hate having to do the right thing. Why did this all have to fall on me? Walter, Alucard and you practically raised me after my uncle killed my father. He protected me from bullies in school and thought I never noticed. He would hold me after I had nightmares. He's always been there for me without hesitation and the one time he needs me to reciprocate I have to forbid it,” whispered the silver haired femme, more tears rolling down her cheeks as she watched Walter continue to kiss her hands.
“I never knew…,” the retired warrior breathed, smoothing the tops of her hands with his callused thumbs.
“I… I never told anyone. I thought I could handle it myself but he proved me wrong every time. He's been a father, a confidante, a silent protector, and even more things than I care to name! How can I be so cruel as to forbid him from reuniting with one he's searched for so long?! Tell me, what am I supposed to do?” Integra whispered in a tear choked voice before collapsing into Walter's sturdy chest.
The aged male held the heiress while she let out all her sorrow and fear, his blue eyes fixed on the alcove Alucard usually appeared in. It was unfair to ask Integra to give such an order to the creature but was it worth the possible destruction of the entire world. As the butler moved his nimble hands through his mistress' flaxen hair, he found he had no answers for any of the commander's tortured questions. So instead of answering verbally, the wizened servant gently tipped the female's head up so she was looking at him. Then he placed a loving, chaste kiss on Integra's quivering mouth.
The normally stoic femme responded with a hunger unexpected by the older man, shooting to her feet and clutching his head in both hands to hold him in place as she deepened the kiss. The wizened butler could only stand frozen in shock for a few moments before his own tongue began to respond to hers. As the kiss continued to deepen, the candles lighting the room guttered and went out, plunging the pair into darkness.

*Translation: 'Enough! Enough! Let her be! Can't you see she is weak and confused enough already! Let our nearness be of comfort to you for now and leave Max alone for a while.'
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