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Midnight Roses	By : FlameWolf666 Category: Hellsing > Het - Male/Female Views: 7370 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author's Note: Alucard can be rather eerie without even trying...
Chapter Sixteen: Trying to be Brave
It was dark and low, inhuman voices surrounded her. It felt dangerous and had an air of insanity. She tried to call out but no voice came from her lips. Staring around the pitch black of wherever she was, fear began to grow thick within her. It almost felt like she was being hunted or chased but there was nothing around to see. Then a single, large, red eye opened in the darkness and focused on her. “Found yooooou,” came a sing-song, very familiar, demonic sounding voice. Then the darkness swallowed her, taking her breath.
Gasping, Max sat up with her emerald eyes wide and unseeing. At first the darkness of the room she was in made her heart lurch in panic and she fumbled for a bedside lamp. Before she even came close to the object, a dim light flooded the room as the lamp was turned on for her. Still trying to calm her racing heart from her nightmare, the startled soldier jolted back wards from the figure beside her bed. “Max, it's just me,” came a comforting purr from the crimson blur.
Forcing her eyes to adjust, the still panting female slowly relaxed as Alucard came into focus. “Alucard…?” she gasped out in a shaky, unsure voice. His slightly glowing, orangish eyes fixed on hers, concern apparent in the intense orbs.
“Yes, it was just a nightmare,” he rumbled out quietly, his deep voice soft and soothing as thin tendrils of shadow curled around him like smoke. One of the thin wisps gently brushed a lock of her hair behind her ear, touching her cheek almost lovingly as it pulled back to its master.
“What… what are these?” Maxine murmured, reaching out to tentatively touch the transparent tentacle before it could fully retreat. To her surprise, the thin shadow curled around her hand almost tenderly.
“Merely extensions of myself,” the nosferatu replied, his voice slightly more gruff as the tendril around her hand split to entwine in her fingers.
Blinking a bit as the shadow caressed her skin, the warrior couldn't help but smile at just how gentle the touch was. “You are not afraid,” came a question that was more of a statement as the wisp released her hand to touch her pale cheek. It almost felt like a warm, callused hand on her skin and she found herself leaning into it.
“No, I know you won't harm me,” she replied quietly, her heart thudding in her chest from nervousness. Her anxiety wasn't from the fear of Alucard but the fear of the strength of her feelings for the powerful being. Feelings that had only continued to deepen despite her past lives being temporarily dormant.
Alucard only smiled softly before leaning forward to rest his forehead against hers. “Go back to sleep, it is late,” he purred out, the tendril on her cheek moving to tickle slightly at the underneath of her chin. Feeling a bit comforted by his presence, the exhausted female only nodded in response before curling up and closing her eyes. As she drifted into sleep, the silent vampire quietly turned off the lamp before resuming his post beside her closed door; his sunset eyes watching her closely while she slept. In her slumber, she looked hauntingly like Elizabeta and it made something inside of him ache. Clenching his hands, he closed his eyes as he focused on his internal thoughts.
Despite the fact her past lives were asleep, the female still seemed to trust him and was even warming up to his constant presence. She was brave, strong-willed, a defiant fighter and she was utterly his. Even if she refused his suit, he would never take another mate. He would follow behind her until the day she died and while the thought should bother him, it felt too right. Somehow, this little human had wormed his way into his heart; with or without the connection of her past lives. Even if she had turned out to not be his long lost love, he would have taken her for a bride and she would have been one of his most cherished.
Some time later, a sliver of sunlight slipped through a slightly opened curtain; landing on Max's pale face and drawing a grouchy, sleepy groan from the female. “Good morning,” came a soft purr from beside her bed, making her open her eyes with a snap. Sitting up quickly, the startled warrior focused her blurred vision on the tall, crimson clad figure beside her bed. As soon as she saw the color and height of the unfocused figure, the soldier relaxed immediately and smiled up at the demon.
“Good morning Alucard,” she replied with a small smile before stretching and closing her eyes, surprising the vampire beside her. Wasn't she surprised to see him standing comfortably in a beam of sunlight?
“Are you not shocked?” he asked, tilting his head slightly like a confused dog.
“By what?” she asked, sounding confused herself as she opened her eyes to lock her gaze with his. Now that she could see clearly, she could see the vampire's own befuddlement echoed hers.
“By the fact that I'm here,” he replied, as if the answer was obvious and only serving to deepen her confusion.
“Why would I be surprised you're here? You've refused to leave the room since you rescued me from that abomination,” she replied, blinking as she failed to grasp what he was trying to get across. Why was he expecting her to be shocked?
“It is daylight,” the nosferatu answered simply, making the puzzle finally come together.
“Oh! Oh, that doesn't surprise me at all! Raoul used to go to the beach with me during the summer! That vampire loved to sunbathe,” the soldier replied, a sad happiness to her voice as she smiled at the creature by her bed.
Just thinking about her former caretaker filled the female with a wave of sorrow. She had killed him, she had destroyed the vampire that had raised her. He had been her friend, her protector, her mentor and his blood was on her hands. He had been the first person she had ever fallen in love with, the first person she had trusted, the first person to actually love her. A painful cramp twisted her heart in her chest as tears began to slip unconsciously down her milky cheeks.
Before she could even comprehend what was going on, the startled woman found herself enveloped in a gentle, crimson embrace as a nose settled itself in her hair. Realizing Alucard had placed her in his lap, Max only shrugged and allowed herself to snuggle into his strong hold. Then the prince of shadows began to purr, one of his hands stroking her cheek gently. “You were thinking about Raoul,” he sighed out, more statement than question.
“Yeah, I just… I killed him. He was my everything, my whole world! He was my only family,” she gasped out, her voice thick with tears as she began to sob in earnest. Clutching the thick lapels of his trench-coat, the distraught female burrowed her face into the rough material of the black vest Alucard wore; simply emptying her pain into his chest.
While she cried, the vampire only held her close; moving a naked hand trough her ebony hair as he purred softly. Eventually her sobs tapered off and the soldier wiped her tears as she released a watery sigh. “He may not be as dead as you fear,” the demon holding her rumbled, tenderly moving her hair out of her face with his free hand. The other was still occupied with her hair, stroking the top of her head soothingly.
Stiffening at the nosferatu's words, Max found herself daring to hope. The first and last time Raoul and Alucard had fought, it had seemed to be an even match. At least the blonde hadn't died during the scuffle. Could her former caretaker be alive after receiving such a devastating blow from a silver bullet? After everything she had seen so far, it was entirely possible. “If he's out there, why hasn't he shown himself?” she pondered, not realizing she asked the question out loud.
“After everything he has done, he is probably too ashamed to show himself around you,” Alucard replied quietly, using the hand that wasn't caressing her hair to tip her chin up. Then his lips were capturing hers in a gentle chaste kiss, more aimed for comfort than passion.
At first, Max froze against him; her eyes going wide. Then she relaxed and began to return the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck. Letting out a low, growling purr in response, the vampire wrapped his own arms around her and nearly crushed her against him. Then his arms began to shudder around her slightly as he gently licked her lips, begging entrance. To both their surprises, the soldier opened to him, tentatively meeting his tongue with hers. This drew an even lower grow from the dark creature as one of his hands came up to cradle the back of her head.
Sighing softly, Maxine allowed one of her hands to come up to tentatively touch Alucard's cool cheek. To her surprise, the vampire released her back to press her hand firmer to his skin. Then he broke the kiss to rest his forehead against hers, shuddering slightly as he closed his eyes. The normally collected creature was now panting slightly, continual rumbles coming from deep within his chest as her pressed her hand tight against his cool flesh. “Max,” he sighed, he voice almost entirely a seductive purr as he almost seemed to nuzzle into her palm.
A bit stunned by the king of darkness' odd behavior, the soldier carefully watched his face as she experimentally brushed his unnaturally smooth skin with her thumb. The reaction was instantaneous and very strong. The thin demon shuddered hard, a low, demonic sound coming from his chest as his eyes slipped open. His once sunset colored eyes were pure black, the inky color even overtaking the sclera, and seemed to stare into her very soul. Then he was kissing her hard, his hands cradling her face as his tongue demanded entrance into her mouth.
Maxine gasped under the onslaught, allowing him to fairly claim her mouth as he angled his mouth to deepen the kiss. His claws lightly brushed her cheeks as he released continual, low, rumbling growls, his tongue very nearly going down her throat. Pulling back with a gasp for breath, the soldier couldn't help but feel slightly afraid as she looked up into the nosferatu's shark-like gaze but that fear wasn't of him. The fear was more for the intensity of the sensations currently flooding her body. A pleasant tingling filled her extremities, coiling within her lower belly and making her crave something she couldn't put a name to; something that frankly frightened her as much as it intrigued her.
Pushing on the demon's chest to gain some much needed space from his far too pleasurable presence, the warrior only found herself held tighter against him as he began to nuzzle at her forehead. “Do not be afraid. Things will not go further unless you wish them to. Just allow me to hold you for a while longer,” came a half snarled plea, unexpected tenderness in his unearthly tone. Blushing a bit as something deep within her clenched pleasurably, Max only nodded as she allowed him to push her head to his unmoving chest. To her complete shock, she heard a very faint heartbeat.
Jolting slightly against the material of his vest, the female furrowed her brow in concentration as she focused on what she thought she was hearing. It wasn't possible! The undead were incapable of having a heartbeat! And yet, there it was. A faint, unmistakable thudding sound was coming from the vampire's chest. Pulling back to give him a look of utter confusion, a shocked gasp left her when she saw blue beginning to swirl in his ebony eyes. “A-alucard?” she asked unsurely, trying to pull back only to be held tighter to his torso.
“Yes?” came his deeply growled response, the inhumaness of his voice doing odd things to her body.
“Y-your heart,” she whispered, keeping her gaze locked with his as she rest a hand over where the very faint beat was.
“I know,” he breathed, the black beginning to recede back into his pupils to reveal shockingly blue eyes. His voice also regained a much more human sound but was still much more deep and gruff than his normal. Every time he spoke, it sounded more like a deep purr than actual speech and it sent a shock of something electric right to her center.
“But, but how is that…,” she began, only to be interrupted by an achingly tender kiss. A kiss that carried the surprising brush of facial hair. Before she could jolt away, he broke the kiss with a deep sigh.
“You, my heart beats only for you,” he rumbled, tracing her forehead with his nose as he continued to cradle her face within his palms. There was now a rather old style mustache adorning his upper lip and his face was a bit more angular and rugged looking. His hair was also much longer, reaching down to the middle of his back.
The corniness of the line would have made her laugh if it wasn't for the fact that his heart really had started beating for her. “But why? Why now?” she breathed, pulling back to look in his sky blue eyes.
“My dearest Maxine, a vampire's heart beats only when they feel an emotion strong enough to be worth the effort. My heart has started beating simply because of how much I care for you,” he rumbled, pressing a tickly kiss to the skin of her forehead.
The soldier couldn't help but flush at the statement, her heart swelling in her chest from the happiness his words instilled. “What's happening?” she asked in a shaky voice, nervous anticipation filling her as she noticed the strength of the feeling in her chest. Her heart beat with a sweet, happy ache and her lower body tingled and thrummed from his nearness.
“Your body remembers me,” he husked out, meeting her questioning gaze steadily as his thumbs caressed her pale cheeks. The statement both confused and oddly comforted her.
“Even with my past lives asleep? We were really that close?” she whispered, wonder slipping into her voice as she dared to reach forward to touch his cheek again. The vampire only purred softly, closing his cerulean orbs and leaning into her touch like an eager cat. Even without his verbal confirmation, Max felt that her statement was more true than she could ever know. It was as if the urge to be with him had been built into her very DNA and that fact scared her. What could falling in love for this creature so completely mean? Could she really trust this dark creature with her heart? Would she be willing to turn for him? All these questions and more whirled within her frazzled brain and drew a shaky sigh from her as she rested her forehead against his chest.
“I can feel it you know, I can feel our spirits calling to each other like they're at the ends of a long hallway,” she sighed, clutching the red leather of his trench-coat as if she's afraid he'll disappear.
“I'm afraid… I'm afraid of how strong I feel for you and how little I actually know about you. I'm afraid of just how at home in your arms I feel. I'm afraid to trust you,” she whispered, burrowing herself deeper into the vampire's hold.
“I'm afraid too,” he confessed quietly, making her jolt back to meet his blue gaze. The proud creature met her gaze steadily, the emotion in his eyes holding no lies.
“You? What could you be afraid of?” the soldier whispered, awe in her voice as she allowed her thumb to brush his skin. The small touch caused his eyes to roll back slightly before they fluttered closed, a shaky sigh leaving his lips.
“The same things you are. I have been a creature of no emotion for centuries. I had no memories, no connections. There was only my master and more recently Police Girl. When you first came here, you made things awaken that I had long forgotten. Without knowing a thing about you, I found myself drawn to you. Even now, the thought of being away from you bothers me,” the demon continued, some of his new features receding and allowing his normal features to surface. One of the things that disappeared was his mustache and she found some small part of her missed it.
“If I lost you again, I would not survive it. I barely survived the first time, let alone the second. Just being near you brings me such peace, such comfort that it's frightening. I barely know anything about you as well. I do not know if you can ever fully accept what I truly am under this mask of humanity,” Alucard rumbled, orange beginning to rim his blue irises.
“Was I really Mina? Are you really…?” Max asked, not because she didn't believe her memories but because she needed to actually hear it to make it real.
*“Yes; I am nothing, lifeless, soulless, hated and feared. I am dead to all the world. I am the monster the breathing men would kill. I am Dracula,” he rumbled, sounding bitter and sad; the haunting words giving her a sense of deja-vu.
Hearing the loneliness, the utter resignation in his voice as he slowly began to release her made her heart jump in her throat and she was throwing her arms around his pale neck as she hugged him as tight as she could. “As a child, Dracula was one of my favorite books. I made Raoul read my first copy to tatters. My favorite character was the Count. I always found him sad. His life must have been so empty, so lonely. He was feared wherever he went, hunted like an animal and shunned as some unholy demon. No one ever treated him like a being that had feelings. No one, but Mina. When the book ended with the Count's death I always cried because I always hoped it would end differently. That maybe Mina wouldn't end up leading Van Hellsing and Jonathan to him. It turns out I was right in a way,” the soldier admitted, clinging to him tightly.
Just hearing his acknowledgment of her memories filled her with both relief and a sort of disbelief. That meant she was Mina, she had betrayed the Count she had wept for. “I'm so sorry! We never… she never… I never,” she stammered, trying to pull back to look in his eyes; only to have him hold her tight against him.
“Even as a child, you felt drawn to me. Long before your past lives would even be stirring. I know you never meant to betray me, neither of you. I thought you did at points when I was the most bitter and enraged but I don't think I ever truly believed it. I saw you on that day, you looked like a part of you was dying along with me,” he rasped out in a voice thick with emotion as a clawed hand moved through her ebony locks.
“This is all so impossible! All of this is crazy but I can't deny what's happening. I just don't know what to do now. What's the next step? It hasn't even been two days and I already know that I…,” Max stopped short, freezing at what she had just come close to revealing. Her heart raced in her chest as the vampire pulled her back to lock her gaze with his now sunset colored one.
Instead of pressing like she feared, Alucard only grinned down at her. Then he was kissing her passionately, the fervor of his kiss contrasted by the chasteness and briefness. “What happened?” she found herself whispering in a small voice, earning a slight tightening of his arms.
“It is a long, ugly story,” he rumbled softly, sounding reluctant and just a touch angry.
“It's okay. Forget I asked!” the black haired female replied with a shake of her head. From his expression alone, she could tell the subject was still deeply painful for him.
“No, I will tell you but it will be a… hard story to listen to,” he replied softly, before positioning her so she rested against his torso and he had one hand draped over her. His other hand played with her shoulder length hair as he began his tale.

*Line from Bram Stoker's Dracula (1992) (c) Whoever wrote the script
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