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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: If you're wondering about the Interludes being mixed up, they're meant to represent memories or dreams of memories. As we all know, memories can be funny and are often not in the order things happened. Often, we remember the ones that elicit the strongest emotional reactions first.
Chapter Fourteen: Confinement
It had been a long night, full of nightmares and confused memories. Memories that felt like they belonged to three people at once. Groaning softly, Max slowly sat up as she tried to force her blurred vision to focus. Despite having a few drops of Alucard's blood for a couple days, the female felt a bit weak and woozy. Licking her bone dry lips, the groggy soldier tried to focus her vision enough to see where she was going so she could fetch a drink.
All of a sudden, a red blur was beside her bed; one of it's arms behind her back while the other held a glass in front of her. “Drink slowly,” came a velvet purr right beside her ear. At first, Max was both surprised and frightened by the mysterious presence. Then she remembered that it was only Alucard and she gratefully took the glass from his blurred hand. Downing the entire glass in one gulp, Maxine closed her eyes briefly before opening them again; trying to clear her vision enough to make out what the creature's precise position was.
Thankfully, this simple action proved to be enough; allowing her to see the demon hovering right by her bedside. His sunset orange gaze was fixed on her, moving over her pale form with worry and a heated emotion she didn't dare identify. Before she could even open her mouth, a raspy voice interrupted her. “Are you well this morning?” he rumbled softly, looking as if he was barely restraining himself. From what, she wasn't sure she wanted to know.
“Still a bit weak,” the warrior rasped back, her throat still a bit dry despite her recent intake of fluids. Before she could even begin to ask, the glass in her hand was whisked away and replaced.
“I'm not surprised. After all the blood you've lost recently, even my vampiric blood is having trouble restoring you. If I could give you more, you would recover faster but…,” he sighed, the worry on his perfect face a bit of a shock to her.
“But if you gave me much more, I would be in danger of turning,” she finished for him, causing him to flinch in place; as if the notion of turning her physically caused him pain.
“You have not eaten much,” Alucard rumbled from beside her, changing the obviously distressing subject. Once again, before she could even open her mouth to reply, something interrupted her. This time, it was the rather loud roar of her empty stomach.
Blushing a deep crimson, Max clasped both hands over her stomach and avoided the nosferatu's intense gaze. Chuckling softly, the creature beside her moved slightly; causing his leather jacket to creak slightly and drawing her gaze. To her faint shock, the creature was moving toward the door and opening it; calling down the hall for Walter. “You didn't have to do that! I'm perfectly capable of walking down to the kitchen and getting my own food!” she protested heatedly, shooting to her feet.
Unfortunately her body proved her statement wrong as the room started to spin around her. In fact she would have ended up on the floor if it wasn't for the vampire catching her. “Oh yes, you seem quite capable,” he chuckled in a teasing tone as he swung the soldier into his arms like she weighed nothing.
“Shut up…,” Max hissed, smacking his muscular chest despite the fact that she knew it would do nothing. In fact, the action only earned a deep chuckle as he settled her gently on the sheets.
“You, my dear, are in no position to make demands of anyone,” he purred, the gruff tone of his voice doing odd things to her body. Clearing her throat as a light blush colored her cheeks, the warrior did her best to glare at the amused creature. To her further irritation, her expression only seemed to add to the vampire's humor.
A sudden, gentle knock interrupted her attempts to make the nosferatu beside her burst into flames by sheer willpower alone, making the exasperated female whip her head towards the door. “I see that Alucard is exuding his usual charm,” came a calm, amused, lightly accented male voice as her emerald gaze landed on Walter. The unflappable butler was currently leaning on the frame of her open door, a wry grin on his gaunt face. Opening her mouth to respond rather sarcastically, the female stopped when she noticed the servant's entrance had an interesting effect on Alucard.
The leather clad demon had gone board stiff beside her, his blazing eyes fixed on the retired warrior as his nostrils flared. Seemingly made nervous by the creature's odd pose, Walter backed up a few steps with a faintly concerned look on his wizened face. A smirk curling his lips, Alucard began to stalk towards the butler; his gloved fingertips twitching the barest bit. “Ah, Walter. I see you've enjoyed yourself last night,” the King of shadows purred silkily, humor and just a hint of anger in his velvet voice. All at once the air in the room became much heavier and the atmosphere itself much darker as the nosferatu's shadows began to curl behind him.
Then, in a movement much too fast for a human eye to follow, the vampire had the old servant pinned against the wall; his nose buried in the other man's neck. It almost looked like a lover's embrace, if not for the fact that the demon's hand were cruelly tight on the former warrior's arms. Then, with his cold lips pressed right against Walter's ear, Alucard whispered, “Thankfully, for your sake, I can smell our master's mutual enjoyment all over you,” in a gruff, almost threatening tone. Then, before either human could react, the creature released the old man; allowing him to drop to the floor.
Then the infernal creature was back beside Maxine, looking as if he had never moved at all while Walter picked himself up off the floor. Glaring at the crimson clad monster as he straightened his suit, the 'Angel of Death cleared his throat before focusing his gaze on the pale woman that rested on the bed. A female who looked both amused and a bit confused by what had just happened. “How are you feeling today Ms. Stone?” the old butler murmured, his smooth voice holding a slightly pleading note; as if he was begging her to allow the subject change.
“A bit weak and dizzy,” she replied, trying to gloss over the reason why the vampire that hovered by her bedside had summoned the rumpled man. The normally perfect looking servant now sported a slightly wrinkled coat and several strands of his ebony hair had slipped free from his ponytail. Right now the poor man looked like he would much rather be anywhere else but in the same room as Alucard at this moment. Even though Max had only been around for a few days, even she had noticed the odd connection the creature and Integra seemed to share. It wouldn't have surprised her if Walter secretly wished he could just flee the compound if what she suspected did, indeed, happen.
Before she could dismiss the nervous looking butler, the soldier's stomach chose that moment to let out a loud groan of complaint. Making an embarrassed noise, the now blushing female clapped a hand over her stomach and glared up at the now chuckling vampire. Alucard only grinned down at her in a teasing manner, the tips of his elongated canines poking slightly over his lips and causing a shudder to go through her body. “Ah, you have not eaten for quite some time! I will be back momentarily with some food,” Walter declared loudly, breaking the now heated gaze the two held.
“I don't want to put you through any trouble,” Maxine protested weakly, reaching out a hand towards the faithful male to try to stop him.
“Nonsense Ms. Stone! It is my job to see to the needs of the staff of Hellsing! Especially ones of great importance,” he assured with a wave of a gloved hand. Then he was turning his vested back on the pair and leaving, shutting the door quietly behind him.
Suddenly finding herself alone with the rather intimidating vampire, Max took a deep breath to calm herself before turning to look at the male beside her bed. He towered over her easily, even when she was standing up. He was lithe to the point of being unnaturally skinny but also seemed to have a decent muscle mass. His face was as pale as the face of the moon and held the look of noble breeding. Whatever line he had originally come from, it had been old and long lived. Just looking at him causing something to clench painfully within her, making her long to fling herself into his arms.
Frowning slightly at the phantom urge, the female unconsciously moved a lock of her ebony hair behind her ear as she continued to look up at him consideringly. He was handsome, there was certainly no doubt about that. Also, now that he had entirely changed his attitude toward her, he seemed to have a playfulness that both aggravated and intrigued her. Not to mention his scent! Just being this close to him was like being drunk on a rich wine. He smelled of musk, power, something faintly metallic and something underneath that was uniquely him. If he tried, and she suspected he wouldn't have to try too hard, she would be at his feet and willing to let him do whatever he wanted. A fact that frightened her as much as it aroused her.
She had never felt attracted to anyone other than Raoul. Not even Michelle's phantom affection for Radu could count for true attraction. With Alucard, it felt stronger than anything she had felt with her old caretaker. It felt as if she was unconsciously drawn to him, a fact that was backed up by all that had happened to her recently. Despite the fact that she still found the concept of a past life a bit hard to believe, what had happened with Michelle as well as her recent memories had made it nearly impossible for her to refute the possibility anymore. What she feared now, above all else, was being forced into a relationship that she would have possibly never formed organically. Was Alucard really in love with her or was he in love with the shade that still lingered within her soul.
While Maxine was lost in her distressed musings, Alucard was watching her closely; the gloves on his hands once again gone. His bare hands twitched, as if he longed to reach forward to touch her milky skin. Inside, the vampire was a maelstrom of confused feelings. The prominent ones were love, contentment and a longing to just be near the human next to him. Yet anger, betrayal and a faint feeling of unrealness lurked in the background. Despite what his memory and his very soul were telling him, the nosferatu still found it hard to believe he had found his missing piece at last. He had been searching for centuries, the one time he had found her ending in his enslavement and their separation.
Shaking himself from thoughts that were leading down avenues best left in the dark, Alucard refocused his gaze on the distressed woman by his side. Even now, he longed to reach out and caress her soft skin; an urge that felt wholly alien to him when it came to this human. Frustrated by his muddled emotions, the nosferatu clenched his hands into tight fists before releasing them. “So, what now?” came a timid voice by his left arm. Looking down, he saw Max looking up at him with apprehensive emerald eyes. The shy question, although innocent, caused an instant jolt of fear to shoot through him.
Indeed, what now? She still didn't remember much of her past with him, in fact it seemed like the very idea caused her a fair measure of distress. While he felt more at peace and content than he had in centuries, would it be fair to put her through something that was so obviously hard for her? Not to mention the fact that he still wasn't sure how he felt about the sudden awakening of his memories. His urge to touch her, to taste her was both natural and alien at the same time; making the whole situation very confusing for him. If he was conflicted even with his memories regained, how must Max feel without them? What doubts and questions must be going through her head?
“Do you even love me or is it a past life of mine that's drawing you to be with me?” she continued in a tortured, tear choked voice, her gaze never moving from his. Alucard could only look down at her, stunned to silence. Was he just drawn to her because she had once been Elizabeta? After a few moments of consideration, he shook his head roughly.
“Yes, your past life had a lot to do with me being drawn to you so strongly but over time that changed. When I saw how you handled your first assignment, your lack of fear around me, the fact that you act as if we are equals. All of this would have made me grow to love you, to want to take you as mine,” he replied, kneeling beside her to take her drawn face into his bare hands. Rubbing her porcelain cheeks tenderly, the vampire rested his forehead against hers and closed his eyes.
Just hearing those word made her heart soar with unexpected happiness, causing Max to close her eyes and let out a relieved sigh. Then the extent of what he said sank in and her eyes popped open as a bright blush spread over her pale cheeks. The creature before her had just openly admitted that he would have grown to love her over time. A fact that was making her feel much more happy than it honestly should. Confused and a bit afraid of the feelings she wasn't entirely sure were hers, the soldier whimpered in her throat as she flung herself into Alucard's arms. Despite the male being a huge part of her confusion, Max just wanted the comfort of his arms around her.
Purring deep in his chest, the larger male wrapped his arms loosely but protectively around the distraught female. She had been through a lot in a very small amount of time. It was a wonder she had managed to hang onto her sanity. Continual rumbles leaving him, Alucard gently picked her up and sat down on the bed with her nestled on his lap. His naked right hand combed gently through her ebony hair while the other held her close to his body. His intense, sunset colored gaze almost seemed to bore a hole into her soul as he gazed down at her.
Then, all of a sudden, his gloves were back on his hands and his hold had grown possessive. His comforting purr was now a low growl of warning as his arms turned into steel beams around her. Before she could ask, a familiar, male voice came from the doorway. “Alucard, I'm just bring Ms. Stone some food. May I remind you that she hasn't eaten a decent meal in a couple days at least?” the butler reminded calmly, unafraid even in the face of a seriously pissed off vampire.
Thankfully, the statement caused the creature to relax with a slow sigh. “Place it on the bed and leave us,” he hissed, a hint of command in his deep voice; his arms not allowing Max to so much as move against him. The almost order drew a slight hiss from the butler and the air grew thick with tension as the two males almost seemed to test each other. Looking up from her position in Alucard's arms, the soldier saw the vampire and 'Angel of Death' locking in a mental battle of wills of sorts. Neither moved their gazes as the servant slowly entered the room and cautiously placed the tray on the bed.
“Are you well Ms. Stone?” Walter asked, not moving for several seconds as he seemed to wordlessly face off with the demon holding her. The retired warrior's back was ramrod stiff and his gloved fingers were spread wide, showing off the shimmer of his wires. This caused a low, deep snarl to rip from Alucard's chest, his hold on her tightening as his body began to shake. The creature's powers briefly flared, filling the room with an ominous darkness that was filled with infernal whispers.
“I'm fine Walter! He hasn't tried to harm me in any way!” Max gasped out quickly, trying to diffuse the quickly crumbling situation. Despite the fear Alucard's powers were instinctually causing, the soldier truly never felt more safe. She was more worried for Walter and the other humans in the building than anything else. With his memories back, the vampire was more likely to rip his own arms off than hurt her.
Narrowing his blue eyes at the fuming creature of darkness, the butler slowly backed out the door and shut it. Once they alone, the nosferatu relaxed significantly; his growls once again becoming low rumbles. Then he was reaching to his left, grabbing the tray that Walter had left before fleeing. “You know, Integra's gonna hear about that,” Maxine sighed, eyeing the delicious smelling food with a look of clear want. On the clean plate was a generous helping of bacon, a heaping pile of scrambled eggs and a carton of fresh raspberries. Steam still rose off the eggs and bacon, making her stomach grumble hungrily.
Meeping and covering her stomach with a blush, the soldier glared up at the now chuckling nosferatu. Then, instead of handing her the tray, the red clad creature brought the food up to his nose and began to sniff it critically. The sight was almost enough to make her laugh out loud. Was Alucard really so paranoid that he thought Walter would try to harm her? Fighting back a giggle, she was brought back to reality by the vampire nudging her forehead with his angled nose. Looking up, she was surprised by a spoonful of food being hovered in front of her face.
Alucard gazed down at her, his lips slightly quirked in amusement as she blushed a bright crimson. “I can feed myself!” she protested, reaching for the spoon; only to have the Prince of darkness pull the utensil out of her reach. His smile only grew as a deep chuckle rumbled from his chest.
“You keep telling me the things you can do yourself, only to find you are not as capable as you assumed. Please, allow me,” he urged gently, amusement glimmering in his burning gaze as he cradled her chin in his once again naked grasp. Blinking, Max could only glare at him weakly while he continued to grin at her. The look on his smug face said 'I have all night.'
Sighing, the warrior opened her mouth and shifted her gaze to the side to avoid his intense eyes. Then, ever so gently, the vampire tipped a spoonful of food into her mouth. Despite herself, the soldier made a sound of pleasure as soon as the warm food touched her tongue. The eggs were seasoned to perfection, making her mouth immediately water for more. Smiling down at her, the nosferatu diligently gathered another spoonful and brought it to her lips. This time she took the food without protest and soon had the entire plate emptied. “That wasn't so bad, was it?” the creature purred, bending to lick the crumbs of egg and bacon off her soft skin; drawing a shuddering gasp from her lips.
Her heart galloping in her chest, Max bent back to gaze into the demon's burning gaze. All of a sudden he was far too close and he smelled far too good. She could fairly hear her heartbeat in her ears as her hands came up to rest on his unmoving chest. There was a heat in his slightly crimson gaze as he lingered close to her mouth. Her breath coming in quick pants, the female found herself unsure if she desperately wanted him to close the distance or back away. “I never answered your question, did I?” he sighed, breathing out against her lips and making them tingle before he pulled away. To her shock, Max felt a deep disappointment about the distance.
“With you permission, I would like to begin 'dating' as you humans would call it,” he rasped out, his voice nearly a growl as his gaze ignited a fire within her lower belly. The heat in his gaze caused a pleasant tingling to fill her entire body and she blushed at the alien feeling.
“D-date? Y-you mean you want to… to court me?” she squeaked in a high, unsteady voice, her heart racing in her chest as joy and fear began to fill her. The joy was a shock to her, making her pause for a moment to think. Was the joy hers? Did she truly have feelings for the vampire? As much as a part of her longed to accept his proposal, she found she had too many questions to do so.
“No… I can't. With all this past life shit happening, I don't know if the feelings I've been having actually belong to me anymore,” she whispered in a lost, confused voice, avoiding Alucard's once again sunset gaze. Then she felt her chin being gripped as a cool, callused hand lifted her face until her eyes met his.
“Then allow me to prove it to you. I can put your past lives back to sleep in a temporary sense, the longest time being about a week. That should be more than enough time to figure things out,” he offered, an urgency to his voice as his thumb moved over her white skin. His burning gaze almost seemed to plead with her, as if his entire world hinged on her acceptance.
“A-alright,” she breathed, giving a quick nod. Her response was met with an approving rumble as his lips brushed against hers briefly. So briefly she almost didn't think it happened at all.
“Thank you,” he sighed, his voice filling the entire room as a tension neither of them knew existed released.
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