Vampire Romance
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Hellsing › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
4,470
Reviews:
11
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Hellsing, and I’m not making any money here either.
Chapter One
Vampire Romance
Flora Winter’s
I do not own Hellsing, and I’m not making any money here either.
Summary: A young vampire becomes Alucard’s servant. This story will contain boy-love, strong language, OC, and violence.
Chapter One
There’s so much beauty in our world
Beauty of the night
There’s so much pleasure in our world
Pleasure of the night
We’re drowning in a sea of blood
Sacrifice your life
We have the gift of eternal existence
Sacrifice your soul
--Blutengel
Alucard stood at the foot of the large four-posted bed, gazing down at his sleeping servant with luminous amber-red orbs of hellish light. The young man’s hair was so blond; it resembled a curly nest of fresh fallen snow against the deep darkness of all that black silk he slept within. His smooth flesh reminded him of how an expensive white pearl looked under the glow of a full silver moon in the night sky. It was as if the boy was slowly becoming even more beautiful before his immortal eyes as he listened to his ancient blood coursing it’s wicked way though his now eternally youthful blue veins. The longer he gazed down upon him, the more pleasing the sight of him became. He really was a startling beauty.
His eyes, of their own accord, traveled down the silk sheet that seductively outlined the sixteen year olds slender frame. He took a gentle seat at the foot of the comfortable bed, carefully lifting up the thin sheet, slowly pulling it back, revealing two shapely white feet. He couldn’t help but smile with lickable fangs. The boy had beautiful feet. He ran a finger along their cool bottoms and across their smooth as ice tops. It was like the boy was slowly becoming the sleeping form of Sex itself, the longer he let his eyes travel along his alluring body.
But, he had to stop and wonder what had truly caused him to stop from pulling the trigger, sparing this child’s life. Why had he done such a thing? What had caused him to show such an act of merciful compassion? Was it because he had seen something so frighteningly familiar in his molten emerald-green gemstone eyes? Was it because he was truly a selfish monster, wanting, needing, and hungrily longing for someone to drown in the eternal darkness with him until the world was cinder and ashes blowing in the scorching cold winds?
The blond moaned in his enchanted sleep, turning over on his left side with a whispering hiss of black silk across his snowy flesh. Alucard pulled the sheet back down, covering his feet, getting back up on his own.
“Hurry and awaken, Gabriel,” he whispered into the blonde’s sleeping mind like droplets of water shining like diamonds on the surface of crimson-red roses in the moonlight. “Hurry…”
The archangel Gabriel was the servant and messenger of the Christian god. Well, now the Son of Darkness had a Gabriel of his own. A very beautiful, demonized version. He chuckled as he glided from the room like the shadow of a monstrous serpent moving below the deceptively still waters that had once fed the Garden.
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Brilliant lime-green eyes softly fluttered open with glowing radiance. The two shimmering jewels slowly and calmly took in their expensively furnished surroundings. It was not a room the mind recognized or was familiar with at all. The place and the smell of it were completely alien to him.
“Hello?” He asked, sitting with graceful ease, feeling the black silk whisper from his flesh, exposing his chest. It caused him to realize that he was still naked, and he held the sheet to himself very tightly. “Is there anybody there?”
He waited for a few moments, receiving now answer of any kind. Where was he? What was this place? Where was his master? …Master?
He got to his naked feet, tying the silk sheet around his narrow waist, making sure it wouldn’t come undone on him. He spotted a mirror hanging on the wall, and was instantly standing before it. His eyes widened as he touched his face. There was a haunting vision of twisted beauty looking back at him. It was unearthly, ethereal, and frightening. This ghost looking back at him with those spooky green eyes couldn’t possibly be him.
“No,” he whispered, reaching out with an icy white hand, placing his palm to that smooth oval glass, feeling the realness of it before him. He was awake. This was reality.
All those bloody images flashed through his mind like the lights above a chaotic dance-floor. The screams, snapping of bones, and the tearing of tender flesh filled his ears all over again.
He pressed his hands to his ears, squeezing his eyes shut as scarlet tears welled up in them. His family was rotting meat for the flies and worms to feast upon now. He was all alone in this world full of snarling, clawing, and hungry monsters. Crimson tears fell from his eyes like sparkling, ruby streams.
“MICHAEL!” He cried, being forced to watch his older brother being raped and torn apart at the same time. The screaming was loud, shrill, and never-ending. “NO!” He screamed in agony, crying in torture. The demon had twisted his brother’s head all the way around, pulling it off from the neck with a snap, and fucked it, too.
He fell to his knees, trembling in pain and rage. His mother and father had simply been torn apart and feasted on. Why had they done that to Michael? Was it because he had loved him most of all?
“And now,” that redheaded demon smirked, whispering from his memory, dropping his dead brothers head to the blood-splattered ground with a thud. “I’m going to fuck you until you die on my rod, too, you beautiful cock-tease.”
He was on his feet, screaming, and breaking anything he could get his hands on. He lifted the bed, sending it flying at the wall. It hit, shook the room, falling with a crash.
He fell back against the wall, holding his face in his palms, laughing hysterically as the tears streamed red from his luminous eyes. He threw his head back, howling with laughter, falling to his knees amidst ruin. He clawed at the floor, cackling insanely, leaving deep gashes in the marble.
“I leave you alone for twenty minutes,” a deep voice seethed with a burning rage. It was like a roaring wildfire hissing in his mind. “My master has given you this room out of the kindness she had hidden in that little thing she calls a heart beating in her flat chest, and you go and destroy it in two.”
Gabriel looked up. It was the incredibly handsome beast that had spared his life in that church. He hissed at him like a feral cat.
“Such language,” the ancient vampire snorted, crossing his muscular arms across his powerful chest. “Is that any way for a servant to speak to his lord and master?”
“NO!” He screamed, running for the door opposite the vampire, throwing it open with vampiric strength, racing from the room with black silk fluttering around him like the wings of a fanged butterfly.
TBC…
Please review and tell me what you think.
Flora.
Flora Winter’s
I do not own Hellsing, and I’m not making any money here either.
Summary: A young vampire becomes Alucard’s servant. This story will contain boy-love, strong language, OC, and violence.
Chapter One
There’s so much beauty in our world
Beauty of the night
There’s so much pleasure in our world
Pleasure of the night
We’re drowning in a sea of blood
Sacrifice your life
We have the gift of eternal existence
Sacrifice your soul
--Blutengel
Alucard stood at the foot of the large four-posted bed, gazing down at his sleeping servant with luminous amber-red orbs of hellish light. The young man’s hair was so blond; it resembled a curly nest of fresh fallen snow against the deep darkness of all that black silk he slept within. His smooth flesh reminded him of how an expensive white pearl looked under the glow of a full silver moon in the night sky. It was as if the boy was slowly becoming even more beautiful before his immortal eyes as he listened to his ancient blood coursing it’s wicked way though his now eternally youthful blue veins. The longer he gazed down upon him, the more pleasing the sight of him became. He really was a startling beauty.
His eyes, of their own accord, traveled down the silk sheet that seductively outlined the sixteen year olds slender frame. He took a gentle seat at the foot of the comfortable bed, carefully lifting up the thin sheet, slowly pulling it back, revealing two shapely white feet. He couldn’t help but smile with lickable fangs. The boy had beautiful feet. He ran a finger along their cool bottoms and across their smooth as ice tops. It was like the boy was slowly becoming the sleeping form of Sex itself, the longer he let his eyes travel along his alluring body.
But, he had to stop and wonder what had truly caused him to stop from pulling the trigger, sparing this child’s life. Why had he done such a thing? What had caused him to show such an act of merciful compassion? Was it because he had seen something so frighteningly familiar in his molten emerald-green gemstone eyes? Was it because he was truly a selfish monster, wanting, needing, and hungrily longing for someone to drown in the eternal darkness with him until the world was cinder and ashes blowing in the scorching cold winds?
The blond moaned in his enchanted sleep, turning over on his left side with a whispering hiss of black silk across his snowy flesh. Alucard pulled the sheet back down, covering his feet, getting back up on his own.
“Hurry and awaken, Gabriel,” he whispered into the blonde’s sleeping mind like droplets of water shining like diamonds on the surface of crimson-red roses in the moonlight. “Hurry…”
The archangel Gabriel was the servant and messenger of the Christian god. Well, now the Son of Darkness had a Gabriel of his own. A very beautiful, demonized version. He chuckled as he glided from the room like the shadow of a monstrous serpent moving below the deceptively still waters that had once fed the Garden.
0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000
Brilliant lime-green eyes softly fluttered open with glowing radiance. The two shimmering jewels slowly and calmly took in their expensively furnished surroundings. It was not a room the mind recognized or was familiar with at all. The place and the smell of it were completely alien to him.
“Hello?” He asked, sitting with graceful ease, feeling the black silk whisper from his flesh, exposing his chest. It caused him to realize that he was still naked, and he held the sheet to himself very tightly. “Is there anybody there?”
He waited for a few moments, receiving now answer of any kind. Where was he? What was this place? Where was his master? …Master?
He got to his naked feet, tying the silk sheet around his narrow waist, making sure it wouldn’t come undone on him. He spotted a mirror hanging on the wall, and was instantly standing before it. His eyes widened as he touched his face. There was a haunting vision of twisted beauty looking back at him. It was unearthly, ethereal, and frightening. This ghost looking back at him with those spooky green eyes couldn’t possibly be him.
“No,” he whispered, reaching out with an icy white hand, placing his palm to that smooth oval glass, feeling the realness of it before him. He was awake. This was reality.
All those bloody images flashed through his mind like the lights above a chaotic dance-floor. The screams, snapping of bones, and the tearing of tender flesh filled his ears all over again.
He pressed his hands to his ears, squeezing his eyes shut as scarlet tears welled up in them. His family was rotting meat for the flies and worms to feast upon now. He was all alone in this world full of snarling, clawing, and hungry monsters. Crimson tears fell from his eyes like sparkling, ruby streams.
“MICHAEL!” He cried, being forced to watch his older brother being raped and torn apart at the same time. The screaming was loud, shrill, and never-ending. “NO!” He screamed in agony, crying in torture. The demon had twisted his brother’s head all the way around, pulling it off from the neck with a snap, and fucked it, too.
He fell to his knees, trembling in pain and rage. His mother and father had simply been torn apart and feasted on. Why had they done that to Michael? Was it because he had loved him most of all?
“And now,” that redheaded demon smirked, whispering from his memory, dropping his dead brothers head to the blood-splattered ground with a thud. “I’m going to fuck you until you die on my rod, too, you beautiful cock-tease.”
He was on his feet, screaming, and breaking anything he could get his hands on. He lifted the bed, sending it flying at the wall. It hit, shook the room, falling with a crash.
He fell back against the wall, holding his face in his palms, laughing hysterically as the tears streamed red from his luminous eyes. He threw his head back, howling with laughter, falling to his knees amidst ruin. He clawed at the floor, cackling insanely, leaving deep gashes in the marble.
“I leave you alone for twenty minutes,” a deep voice seethed with a burning rage. It was like a roaring wildfire hissing in his mind. “My master has given you this room out of the kindness she had hidden in that little thing she calls a heart beating in her flat chest, and you go and destroy it in two.”
Gabriel looked up. It was the incredibly handsome beast that had spared his life in that church. He hissed at him like a feral cat.
“Such language,” the ancient vampire snorted, crossing his muscular arms across his powerful chest. “Is that any way for a servant to speak to his lord and master?”
“NO!” He screamed, running for the door opposite the vampire, throwing it open with vampiric strength, racing from the room with black silk fluttering around him like the wings of a fanged butterfly.
TBC…
Please review and tell me what you think.
Flora.