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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!

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Author's Note: Here is the first battery of corrections.
Chapter One: New Recruit
A dark figure shot upward in the darkness. A low cry of anguish echoed in the chamber as the figure hunched over. White clad hands buried themselves in his raven hair as he shook from involuntary sobs. Blood ran rivulets down his alabaster cheeks as a barely remembered dream faded away. A face that he couldn't remember slowly faded from his vision as he came to his senses. Regaining his composure, the figure grabbed a red, leather trench-coat that was hanging on the back of an oak chair. Sweeping his long bangs back, he covered his crimson eyes with thick, orange goggles. The nightmares had disturbed his sleep for weeks but the no life king had no concern for such things. Straightening with a toothy grin, he cocked one of his oversized pistols. After all, he had much bigger fish to fry; new meat was coming in tonight. It had always been a favorite sport of his to terrorize the greenhorns. Placing his wide brimmed, red leather fedora on his head, the six foot six creature of the night merely teleported to the yards.
A tall, manish woman stood before a covered truck, her flaxen hair shimmering in the harsh light of the electric lights. Turning to glare at the grinning specter behind her, she clamped her teeth down on the butt of the cigarillo in her mouth; nearly severing it. “Alucard...,” she hissed icily. The wraith merely showed off his fangs in an almost mocking grin.
“Good evening Sir Integra,” he purred, his voice dripping with false submission. The imposing woman twitched visibly before striding over to her 'pet weapon'. Poking his chest with a white gloved finger; Integra hissed, “Behave yourself vampire! You've scared off two batches of recruits already!” viciously, emphasizing each word with a hard poke. Alucard seemed unbothered by the poking, in fact he only grinned wider. Before the furious femme could reprimand him more, the doors opened to allow the recruits to march out of the back of the truck.
They lined up in three rows of six, each standing at attention. Giving Alucard one last warning look, Integra strode towards them with him gliding close behind like a malevolent shadow. Trying to ignore the grinning menace, she leaned forward to inspect each officer. All of them seemed quite nervous around the silent beast. All except one female, who stood her tallest with a face so emotionless it may as well have been stone. Integra halted to stare into the emerald eyes of the five foot eight female. Her frame was lightly muscled from exercise and she had a hard look in her eyes. Her black, shoulder length hair was pulled back in a ponytail and she wore the normal camo of a soldier.
Alucard started at the sight of her. Something awoke, screaming in pain, as his eyes met hers. Something about her seemed painfully familiar. It was like having a name on the tip of your tongue but being unable to remember it. Her eyes seemed to almost bore into his soul as time froze. “You, step forward,” ordered the suited female, pointing at her. Obediently, she marched forward, her black boots grinding on the small pebbles in the dirt. As she moved, Alucard shook himself out of his daze. Stepping back, the vampire elected to watch from a further distance. Whatever had happened, he didn't wish for a repeat anytime soon. Still, he couldn't help but watch as Integra circled the singled out recruit.
“Doesn't he scare you?” Integra asked, gesturing towards the red clad demon. The stoic female before her shifted her emerald gaze to Alucard briefly before focusing back on the leader before her.
“Sir, no sir!” she replied with no hesitation.
“At ease recruit,” Integra snapped before asking, “Why?” Hearing the answer with his vampiric hearing, Alucard was curious for her next reply.
After being quiet for a moment or two she answered, “Not all vampires are evil.” Integra stared at her, then looked at Alucard who looked as nonplussed as she did.
“What is your name?” asked Integra, rolling her cigarillo between her gloved fingers.
“Maxine Stone,” she replied, slowly relaxing enough to look around. Her emerald eyes immediately went to the tall, red clad figure that was a few feet to her right. As her gaze hit him, he stiffened visibly. It was as if her gaze had pinned him to the spot. Frustrated, the nosferatu clenched his hands; the leather of his gloves creaking. He would not be held prisoner by some feeling he wasn't even sure he was feeling. Squaring his shoulders, he glided towards her. His face was completely free of his normal grin as he came within a few inches of Maxine. There was a sudden lurch in his stance as a vague emotional memory surfaced. Fighting it off, Alucard reached a gloved hand towards the soldier in front of him.
Maxine smiled, setting her gun aside, and reached to grasp the cool leather of his glove. A jolt ran through his body as a memory rose to the surface. Dropping her hand, the shaking vampire backed away. Integra watched his reaction with a blank expression. Inside she was intrigued by how the normally stoic monster was acting. There was something going on that involved the new woman. Grinning on the inside, Integra formed a devious plan to get back at Alucard for all of his trouble-making.
Maxine also watched, confused, as he pulled away as if burned. An agonizing mask of emotional pain was on his face for a brief second before he teleported away. Turning to Integra, she merely shrugged to show her confusion. Narrowing her blue eyes as her glasses flashed, Integra started to smirk. “Max, how would you like to become a part of my more personal staff?” Integra purred mischievously.
Back in the lower halls of the estate, Alucard was pacing around his cavernous chambers. The agitated nosferatu growled to himself as he paced. His shadows flared around him as he could barely contain his frustration. What did this female mean to him? What could a mortal mean to a monster like him? As far as he could remember he had always been the way he is. He had existed for thousands of years. The lives of mortals were but a blink to his kind yet her face called to a part of him. A part that had been dead a long time. With a growl, he flopped down in his throne-like chair and summoned a glass of deep red wine. As he sipped the crimson liquid, a small draft brought a whiff of his fledgling to his nose. Smirking, the lanky demon got off the red velvet of his throne. Police girl was always great for relieving tension.
Seras Victoria was staring at the medical blood sitting on ice on her table. The sight of the iron rich fluid made her fangs ache. Gripping her tan gloved hands into fists, the spiky haired blonde tried desperately to resist her vampiric urges. A part of her she wasn't ready to acknowledge yearned for the coppery liquid in the plastic bag. Slowly her blue eyes faded to crimson as she began to reach for the blood she so craved. Suddenly she came to her senses, pulling her hand back from the fluid filled bag. Shaking, she fought her urge with bloody tears threatening to roll down her cheeks. Even if it was just donated it was still wrong to feed off humans.
Unbeknownst to the struggling draculina, a figure watched from the shadows of the room. It never ceased to amuse the spying vampire to see his ward struggle to try to stay human. Soon enough all this torment would be nothing but a distant memory to his fledgling. In the meantime he supposed he could offer some 'fatherly' advice. Silently, he stalked out of the shadows and towards his self starved ward. Swiftly, he reached forward to grip her shuddering shoulders. Much to his amusement, the blue clad female nearly jumped out of her skin at his touch.
Whipping around in alarm, the blue clad fledgling clasped a hand between her sizable breasts to rest over her non-beating heart in shock. “M-master,” she gasped out as she saw her crimson clad sire grinning down at her.
“The less you eat, the weaker you become Police Girl,” he purred in a silky baritone, tipping her small chin up to look into her troubled blue eyes. Defiantly, Seras yanked her chin free from his grasp and stepped back.
“I'm sorry master. I just can't. Every time I do I see my friends, my lost comrades. It just doesn't feel right to use humans as food,” she whispered, wringing her hands fretfully. Without warning she felt herself grabbed by strong hands. With a shove, Alucard pushed his ward into the chair beside her small, oaken table. Placing one hand on each of the arm rests, the silent nosferatu had Seras trapped as he towered over her cowering form. Bending down, the no life king lowered himself until his goggle hidden gaze was level with hers.
“You will eat tonight or I will feed you myself,” he growled, his voice rumbling deep in his chest. His icy tone left no room for argument. Seras worried her lower lip with a fang while switching her gaze from her dead serious master to the thick red liquid she hated. With a shaky hand, the shaken vampiress reached forward to grab the cold bag. The plastic crinkled as she brought the sloshing container close. As her master watched, Seras reluctantly bit into the vile tasting plastic.
With a pop, the thick, coppery substance filled her mouth in a rush. Her eyes turned deep red as she clutched the bag to her mouth. Her jaws muscles tightened visibly as her instincts kicked in and she sucked hard on the punctures. The life giving fluid rushed down her throat, leaving a burning energy radiating from her stomach to her limbs. Ugly sucking noises filled the stone chamber as the starved draculina sucked the bag completely dry.
The crimson clad monster grinned in approval as his fledgling lost herself in blood-lust. When she finally tossed the empty bag away, the smug nosferatu chuckled. “That wasn't so hard, was it?” he purred, mockingly playing with a lock of her hair. She whipped around to face him, backing away from him.
“With all due respect master, go to Hell!” hissed the irritated draculina, baring her fangs. Her ire only caused the shadowy wraith more amusement. Chuckling, Alucard sat in the only chair in the room and put his black boots on Seras' oak table. Seras glared at the lounging monster, exasperated by his blatant disregard for her things. Just as she was about to admonish him for his actions, her master stiffened and stood.
“Its been fun Police Girl but our master beckons,” he purred, bowing mockingly before he faded into the shadows. Seras growled at the spot her master had just occupied. Her sire was always pushing her buttons. She hoped whatever Integra had in store, it would keep her master busy.
Alucard appeared in Integra's well furnished office and leaned against a maroon wallpapered wall. Integra's glasses flashed as she grinned around the cigarillo in her mouth. The way she was smiling almost gave the monster pause. “Do sit down Alucard,” she purred, steepling her gloved fingers under her nose. Warily, the tall vampire sat in a high backed chair on the other side of the huge mahogany desk. Whenever his master had this grin it had meant a headache for him. Already he could feel a tightness forming in his temples.
“You may come in Max,” Integra beckoned, noting that the nosferatu in front of her stiffened. Dressed in a more casual black t-shirt and black jeans, Maxine walked into the large room. Her emerald eyes settled on the book cases on both walls as well as the red carpeting and thick, red velvet drapes. From the ceiling hung a flickering candle chandelier. The candlelight created odd dancing shadows on the walls as the soldier approached the huge desk. Integra motioned to another high backed chair beside the one Alucard was occupying.
As soon as she sat, the red clad vampire shot to his feet; moving to the opposite side of the room. His crimson eyes rested on the small woman in the chair as he leaned against the wall. Maxine looked at the red clad creature, confused, before focusing on the platinum haired leader. “Max, I have an assignment for you. You are to stay around Alucard and have him train you. Your new quarters will be in his rooms,” Integra ordered, gesturing with her smoking cigarillo. Alucard bristled and walked up to the very smug looking mistress of Hellsing.
“What is the meaning of this? I refuse to have this... HUMAN in my quarters! I already have the Police Girl to take care of!” he yelled, his fangs extended in rage as he slammed his gloved hands onto the desk. The desk nearly broke from the hit but Integra met Alucard's rage with surprising indifference. Maxine, on the other hand, had gone white and was cowering in the chair. The vampire's eyes were fairly blazing with his rage as he stared the stone faced Integra down.
“I expect you to follow my orders vampire,” she hissed cooly, blowing cigarillo smoke into his face.
“These orders I refuse to follow! You go too far!” Alucard snarled, his teeth all starting to become fangs in his rage.
“You are a dog of Hellsing and will do as you're told! Don't make me use the submission runes demon,” she hissed, all amusement gone from her eyes. Her cold, hard blue eyes met his blazing crimson eyes as they entered into a battle of wills. Slowly, the lord of darkness backed down but his displeasure was clear in his molten eyes.
“As you wish,” he hissed, disappearing into shadows. Once he was gone, Maxine slowly relaxed and let out a breath.
“Sir, are you sure this is a good idea?” she asked timidly, moving a lock of black hair out of her pale face. Integra took a deep drag off her cigarillo and blew out a huge cloud of acrid smoke.
“Maxine, don't question my orders,” she replied coldly, warning in her voice.
“I'm sorry Sir Integra but he doesn't seem to like me,” Maxine replied, twisting her cotton shirt in her hands.
“Exactly. He's never had such a reaction to anyone in my army. I want to find out what's going on,” Integra answered, taking another drag of her cigarillo. Maxine blinked in confusion. She wanted to ask more but she had a feeling Integra was done being questioned for the night. Standing to her feet, she saluted and left.
Outside the office stood a tall, lanky, black haired old butler. He was dressed rather formally and bowed, holding his glasses on his nose with one black gloved hand. 'Boy what is it with everyone here and gloves?' she found herself thinking. “Good evening Miss. Stone. Sir Integra has asked me to show you to your room,” he said in a faint British accent.
“Thank you, er....” she started.
“Walter, Walter Dornez,” he replied politely. He turned his white shirt and gray vest wearing back and began to walk away. A bit startled, Maxine jogged after him until she caught up. She fell in stride beside him as he led her through the long, portrait filled hall until they reached the huge main house. He led her down the right side of the double sided marble stairs until they reached ground level. White tile covered the floor and her boots clumped loudly as they walked to a second set of stairs a few feet to the left of the stairs they just came from. As they moved down below the earth the walls became stone. The air was damp and cold as they made their way down.
“All of your belongings have been moved and a bed has been set up for you,” Walter stated calmly.
Finally, they reached the bottom. Several doors lined the walls at wide intervals. Walter led her to the very last steel door at the end of the hall. “Its just through here Miss. Stone,” Walter stated, motioning to the door.
“Just call me Max please,” Maxine requested, looking at the imposing black steel door. Grasping the metal handle, she twisted it and pulled it open. The rusty hinges screamed in protest as the heavy door was forced open.
“We'll have to get those hinges oiled,” Walter noted to himself before walking back down the hall. Standing there with only darkness and more stairs ahead, Maxine wished she could follow the butler back up. Steeling herself, she moved into the pitch black of the hall. Behind her, the steel door slammed shut, causing her to jump. Fighting to not just run back out the door, the female soldier waited until her eyes adjusted enough to make out the stairs and made her way down slowly.
At the bottom of the long stairway was another steel door. Behind it was the vampire she had seen today. A vampire who, for some reason, hated her. Gulping slightly, she reached a shaking hand forward and cautiously opened the door. The room was huge and dimly lit with only a few candles. In the room was a small wooden table, a throne-like chair with red velvet cushions on it, a coffin bed and a normal bed. Maxine walked in, looking around for the vampire. The door slammed shut behind her, making her jump again. “I can smell your fear, human,” spat a very angry baritone voice.
Maxine looked around for any sign of the creature and saw only shadows. Shaking slightly, the nervous recruit looked around, only seeing two dressers and a mirror. Suddenly he appeared out of nowhere, his fangs bared in disgust. “Stop being afraid already. Giving off fear around a vampire is a very bad idea,” he hissed dangerously. Swallowing, Maxine tried to stop shaking and took a deep breath.
“I don't believe we were properly introduced! I'm Maxine Stone!” she said with false bravado, offering her hand to Alucard. Alucard merely stared at the appendage as if it were the most disgusting thing in the world. Maxine withdrew her hand, looking confused and a bit hurt. Why did he hate her so much? He had just met her today after all.
“We're being forced to live together so I have to make the best of this. Don't talk to me or even acknowledge my existence. I sure won't acknowledge yours. The only time we are to interact is when I'm training you. Is that understood,” he snarled, his eyes boring into hers.
“Yes,” she replied meekly. She sat down on her bed and stared at her boots, wondering what she was going to do. It was too dim in here to read and she didn't dare ask if she could light another candle. With a dejected sigh, she kicked off her boots and laid back on the bed. As she stared at the ceiling, she wondered what was going to happen now. The creature Integra called Alucard certainly wasn't going to be good company. As she pondered this, her eyes closed and she slipped into sleep.
Alucard watched the small female, a snarl plastered on his face. The woman made him uncomfortable and it was driving him insane. He had never been effected by a human like this. What were these feelings he was suddenly having? Why did he only have them around her? None of this made any sense. He only knew that he didn't want to remember whatever it was that was trying to force its way to the light.
Deciding he was going to sneak out to get away, Alucard disappeared into the shadows and reappeared outside the Hellsing mansion. His orange goggles glinted as he looked up at the imposing building. He would do some freelance ghoul hunting tonight. If Integra ever found out, he was sure he would get an earful as well as a few days without food. Straightening his red trench-coat's sleeves, Alucard stretched his senses outward. Sensing a colony of ghouls, he closed his burning eyes and teleported to the spot.
Before him was a misty graveyard, ghouls shambled all around him. Drawing out his black gun and white gun, he began to shoot at the pitiful creatures. As his blessed silver bullets hit the animated corpses, they gave a loud groan before collapsing into dust. A toothy grin plastered on his pale face, the nosferatu shot until none of the ghouls were left. With such a huge concentration of the creatures, the progenitor couldn't be far. Stretching his senses out, he walked slowly towards a large mausoleum.
The doors creaked open to reveal a teenage female vampire curled up against the back wall. Her frantic crimson eyes met his unmerciful ones as he aimed his long, white gun at her head. “Please! Don't kill me! I'll do anything!” she wailed crawling towards him. As she uttered the last sentence, her hands were fumbling with the buttons on his tight, leather pants.
Hissing harshly, he kicked her back with one booted foot. She crashed into the stone wall, cracking it and making stone from the ceiling fall on her head. The furious 'No-life King' towered over her, his goggles shining in the darkness. “How dare a filth like you presume to touch me,” he bit out, bringing the white gun to her head again. The young vampire stared up at him, bloody tears rolling down her cheeks.
“No, please!” she begged, cowering before him. White plaster was powdered in her black hair as she looked up at him with tear-filled crimson eyes.
“Good night,” he hissed quietly. The gun went off with a loud report, blowing a huge hole into the side of the female's face. Her haunted gaze stared from one eye for a second before her body dissolved into a pile of dust. Alucard kicked the pile, spraying it all over the cement floor. With one final glance, he left. He appeared back in his room with the woman that caused his ire. He would just have to make the training.... interesting.
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