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Midnight Roses	By : FlameWolf666 Category: Hellsing > Het - Male/Female Views: 7370 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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WARNING!!: Torture. Blood. Psychological Torture.
Author's Note: Here we see just what Abraham did with his long hunted captive.
Chapter Seventeen: Bitter Blood
'He awoke to a burning pain in his chest and in complete darkness. Trying to move around yielded him nothing but the creak of the tight leather encasing his powerful body. His mouth was unbearably dry and he felt rather hungry, letting him know he had been out for some time. Shaking his dark haired head, Vlad tried to remember just how he had gotten here and what had happened. Then it all came back as he heaved against the restraints that held him to the wall and floor.
As he fought to get free, the once Prince noticed a red glow coming from beneath him. Looking down, the vampire saw a glowing, red pentagram beneath him; runes written all over the inside of the star. “Restraining runes. Really Abraham, what is it you plan on doing with me?” he snarled to the darkness of the room, his ebony locks hanging in his face and partially obscuring his slightly glowing eyes.
“Many things, vampire. No one has ever caught one of your kind before. There are so many experiments to conduct, so many tests to perform. You're the scientific find of the century,” came an answering, accented baritone as the man stepped into the light. The candles in the walls caused shadows to bounce and morph but the vampire could still clearly make out his captor.
Van Hellsing smirked down at him, an insane glint in his steel blue eyes. Snarling up at his ancient enemy, Vlad heaved against the strong leather keeping him bound; only making the pentagram beneath him grow brighter. “Be still beast,” the old man hissed, smirking when a red glow began to come from the demon's hands as well. Noticing a burning beginning to spread all over his body and forcing him to submit, the ancient creature looked down at his hands and released a low, frightening snarl.
On his hands were a pair of white, leather gloves that had a pentagram and some runes on them. Right now the symbols were glowing an angry red, causing steadily increasing pulses of agony the longer he resisted submitting to Abraham's will. Snarling at the gray haired male, the vampire found himself subjected to agony that went right to his bones, almost feeling as if his blood had turned into liquid silver and was trying to burn its way out of his veins. Biting back a cry of pain, Vlad begrudgingly stilled; leaning back against the wall and glaring back at the old man. “Do you know how long my family has been hunting you? You are the very reason we became vampire hunters and now I caught you. Oh the things I have been planning for if this day ever came,” Van Hellsing cackled, almost sounding as if he had lost his sanity entirely.
Vlad only continued to glare at the foolish male. The Hellsings had been hunting him for as long as he could remember, even back when he still had a kingdom to rule and Elizabeta had been long dead. Just the brief thought of his lost love made a sharp pain twist in his heart and he found himself thinking about Mina. She had looked so lost, so broken before he closed his eyes. He doubted he would ever get the sound of how she had called his name before he simply lost consciousness out of his head. It had sounded as if a piece of her soul had been ripped out and he ached for her pain. He longed to just rip free of his binds and go to her, show her he was fine, take her away from England. “First, first I want to test some of that blood of yours. The other test I'm currently performing on you will soon become apparent,” his old adversary stated, drawing him out of his angry thoughts.
“If you snap at me vampire, I can promise you pain ten times greater than what you have already experienced,” Abraham hissed, bringing his face down within inches of the seething vampire's. Alucard only growled in response but made no move to resist when the old human pressed a needle into his jugular and took a syringe of blood.
“That should be enough for now. I'll be back later my little pet,” the old male murmured, chuckling to himself as he left the room and closed a heavy, metal door behind him.
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'Time crawled at an unbearable pace, leaving him alone in the semi-darkness with only his thoughts and memories. Focusing on his memories of Mina and Elizabeta kept him from going insane from the thirst, the roaring hunger that threatened to eat him from the inside out. How long had it been since Van Hellsing had first come to visit? Had it been weeks? Months? Years? He had no way of marking the time that passed so slowly. Time that never seemed to dull the pain he felt from coming so close and losing her again, this time likely forever.
All of a sudden he could smell familiar blood approaching and a low growl rumbled from his chest. It seemed like Abraham had finally come back and the vampire did not want to find out what the old vampire hunter had planned. As he watched, a heavy metal door swung open to reveal his hated adversary; causing another low, warning growl to rip from his chest. “Its been a few weeks my dear pet. I see you are looking a bit more ragged than before,” Van Hellsing hissed, dark amusement glittering in his eyes as he took the former lord in.
The creature's hair had started to lose its color and his cheekbones had become far more prominent, giving him a starved look. Then, as if the demon could feel his regard, he surged within the leather straps that tied him to the floor and wall in an attempt to break free. This immediately caused the pentagram beneath him to glow an angry red as the runes within held him down. “I'm surprised you are still alive. I wonder how long your kind can live without food and what effects starvation has on those powers of yours,” the old man murmured consideringly, giving Vlad a look he frankly did not like.
Only glaring up hatefully at his captor, Vlad opted to simply stay silent. The man above him didn't need to know there was no true way to kill a vampire through starvation, though it did cause some rather nasty problems. Advanced starvation caused heightened aggression and loss of rational behavior, reducing the nosferatu to a mere feral demon that went into a feeding frenzy; killing friend and foe alike until its hunger was satisfied. If starved for long enough, the vampire would simply go into a psuedo-hibernation until blood was somehow introduced to it. “On your feet creature,” Abraham ordered harshly, breaking his inner thoughts. Then some of the straps around him receded into a leather bodysuit that was so tight it was like a second skin.
Within seconds, Vlad was on his feet and charging at the elderly human; a vicious snarl on his pale face. Abraham made no move to escape, standing calmly as the creature bore down on him within seconds. Just before the demon could sink his claws into the old man, a searing pain shot through his body and forced him to his knees. Panting raggedly, Vlad looked down at the angry red glow that was coming from the gloves on his hands. “You have lost much of your vampiric speed. I wonder how else you've been effected,” his captor murmured, bending close to whisper in his ear.
Then there was an odd slithering sound and a dull thud as something hit the stone floor. Shifting his crimson gaze, the vampire saw a long, thick whip trailing on the floor. Growling low in his throat, the former prince didn't dare struggle against the runes. In his weakened state, the pain would likely knock him unconscious. “Let's start by seeing how your healing capabilities have been effected,” Van Hellsing hissed, his voice sounding slightly crazed. A dark, methodical insanity that made Vlad's skin prickle with fear.
Then the whip came sailing down on his back, slicing open a long, deep wound that oozed blood. The pain was incredible, letting the vampire know that the man had blessed the whip. Normally a holy blessing would have had little effect on one like him but in his weakened state it felt like acid had been poured into the wound. Barely able to hold back a hiss of pain, the noble vampire let out a low, threatening snarl.
There was only a low, darkly insane chuckle before the leather cord came down once more. “I wonder how long it'll take you to heal,” the sadistic human chuckled before he began whipping Vlad in earnest. Yet, despite his back becoming a canvas of agony, the vampire only let out low, threatening growls instead of cries of pain. This only seemed to enrage to hunter, causing the blows to become much more hard. Then, with a final cry of rage, Abraham whipped his face; ripping open his left eye.
“I will break you demon! I will hear your cries of pain sooner or later,” Abraham hissed by his ear before straightening and moving to stand in front of him.
“Back to your spot until I need you again,” he continued waving with his hands as the runes on the nosferatu's gloves began to glow once more. Then there was a burning feeling in his veins as the spells on his gloves forced him to straighten and move back to where he had been sitting.
Once he resumed his previous position, the leather straps on the wall tightened around his body and slammed his burning, bleeding back against the wall. Glaring up at his adversary, the vampire bore his fangs in a hate filled snarl. “Until next time my little project,” the old male said in an almost mocking tone before he turned and simply left.
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'Time was now measured by agony and roaring, nearly maddening hunger. His mouth was now a desert, a fact that wasn't helped by the constant whippings administered by his captor. The first round had taken only a few days to heal, a fact that seemed to upset Abraham. As the punishments wore on that time increased more and more, taking more and more of his reserves to heal. Pretty soon he would be unable to heal himself period and his store of blood would simply dry up. Once that happened, he would be forced into a state of advanced hibernation.
Hearing the metal door opening, Vlad let loose a loud snarl but he didn't strain against his restraints. He simply didn't have the strength to withstand the punishing pain of the runes. As much as it galled him, it was in his best interest to be compliant. “Good morning my dear little pet. It seems you blood has some amazing qualities to it. You'll be happy to know that it has served in making me feel younger than I have in years. If I am careful not to use too much, I can reap the benefits without turning into an unholy beast,” his elderly jailor chuckled, coming into the flickering candlelight and revealing the fact that his once gray hair was now mostly black. Even his face looked a bit younger.
Sneering up at Van Hellsing, the vampire could only watch as the old human bent to examine him. “Hmmm, these are several months old and they have yet to heal all the way. Now that you are of some use to me, I cannot simply allow you to perish from blood loss. Since you have been such a good subject lately, I believe you deserve a reward,” the male murmured before tossing a dead rat in the nosferatu's leather coated lap.
As much as he hated it, his empty stomach let out a loud roar and saliva flooded his mouth at the sight of the rodent. Then, before Vlad could stop himself, his tongue lolled out to curl around the dead rat and brought it up to his fangs. Then he sank his sharp teeth into the stiff, furry body, his burning, crimson eyes rolling back in his head as he drained the precious fluid. He was so hungry, the vampire kept sucking until he got air; then he let the body drop to the stone. “My, you were hungry. While I am tempted to conduct more tests with your healing abilities, I think it prudent to allow you to recuperate for a while,” Van Hellsing murmured, dark amusement thick in his voice. Then something was thrown at his booted feet.
Looking down, the vampire saw something that ripped right into his heart. There, at the soles of his boots, was a picture of Mina. It was black and white but no less beautiful and just seeing her sweet face made his soul ache with a longing to be near her. “She willfully betrayed you vampire. It was all part of our plan that she lead us to you,” the vindictive human laughed before he turned and shut the door behind him.
Left alone with the picture of his soul mate, the creature of darkness could only shake his head. His now white locks fell into his eyes but he ignored them, closing his blazing eyes and allowing himself to slip into memory. Mina danced before his eyes, her emerald eyes full of love and trust for him. He had seen her when he had 'died', she had been utterly broken. Hellsing's remark had to be more of his mind tricks, a way to break him down and make him doubt those that were most important to him. “Mina, are you well? Are you still alive? Are you pining for me, even now? Oh how I wish I could take you into my arms right now and comfort you, to tell you I am well. What torture it must be for you, to think that you are responsible for my death,” he sighed to the inanimate picture by his feet as he reopened his now sunset colored eyes.
Two blood tears rolled down his porcelain cheeks unnoticed as he heaved a shuddery sigh. The thought of her suffering, of her possibly tearing herself apart caused him deep distress. “No matter how long it takes, even if the world should die around me, I will be reunited with you. You belong to me, now and forever,” he murmured tipping his head back and closing his eyes once again. Yet, even as he declared that, he had to wonder if he would ever find her again. It had taken him centuries to find her the first time, how long would it take for him to find her a second time? Was it even possible? Did souls have a limit to how many times they could be reincarnated? Left with his distressing, circling thoughts, the vampire soon slipped into a psuedo-catatonic state.
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'Time was now a dreaded thing, passing so slowly and yet so swiftly. Van Hellsing was now starving him for longer and longer, testing his endurance. Sometimes the human would whip him to test his healing abilities or bleed him to run tests on his blood. Right now, it felt like it had been months since he had eaten and knowing his captor; the assumption was probably correct. Licking his dry lips, the nearly feral demon looked through his snowy locks and glared at the steel door. Would it open again to allow the torture to resume again? Or would he have a reprieve, left alone with his horrible, gnawing, maddening hunger?
His mind was turning into a yawning, swirling pit of insanity and it was quickly becoming difficult to remember his own name. Abraham had been 'kind' enough to leave the picture of Mina with him and had even hung it on the wall where he would always see it. The old man had even reminded him several times that she was the reason he was here, she was the reason he was being subjected to this agony and starvation. So far he had been able to shrug off the human's feeble attempts at turning him against the only light his long life had but as time wore on, his words were beginning to make a horrible kind of sense.
Snarling a bit because he even entertained the thought of her betraying him, Vlad shook the thoughts from his head. Closing his eyes and leaning his head against the cold, stone wall behind him, the nosferatu tried to recall the look on Mina's face during the day of his capture. It was the only thing that could stop his angry, bitter thoughts toward her and it was getting distressingly harder and harder for him to call it to his mind. Something he knew was connected to starvation and the amount of stress Van Hellsing was putting his mind through. A distressed noise coming from his throat, he found himself wondering just how long it would take for him to forget she had actually loved him? How long would it take before Abraham fully convinced him that Mina, the only light in this darkness, had willfully put him into this position.
The sound of the door opening drew him out of his thoughts and the former prince glowered at his captor as he slid into the room. “Two whole months without food and you still live. It's utterly fascinating! Also the properties of your blood, astounding! It can make me about ten years younger for a week! Though once it wears off I return to my natural age. If I weren't currently conducting an experiment on you, I would withdraw more of your blood to test. As it is, I don't think it'll take much more to break you. Once I break you, I will remake you into a loyal servant. Nothing more than a dog, eager to please his masters,” the old male murmured, his blue eyes roving over the vampire's bound form. Vlad could only manage a weak snarl in response, his crimson gaze burning with absolute hate.
“Don't worry Vlad, soon you won't be burdened by that stubborn pride of yours. Soon you will beg to do my bidding,” Van Hellsing cackled before he simply turned and left, leaving the creature alone with his hunger and his growing confusion.
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'Hunger, endless thirst, need to feed. Need blood! His thoughts were no longer coherent and his eyes blazed an eerie red in the flickering dark. The only thought looping in his head over and over was the roaring need for blood, the need for violence and a confused sense of betrayal. The demon couldn't even remember how he had gotten down here in the first place. All he could vaguely recall was a woman that called to a far away part of his soul and his captor. Releasing a hissing snarl, he struggled against the bonds that held him to the wall and floor.
He needed to be free, to cause pain, to rip limbs, to taste that precious, crimson fluid flowing over his sharp fangs. The only thing that snapped him from his feral craze was a sharp, electric jolt coursing through his body from the runes beneath him. 'This is her fault,' came a hated, familiar voice from his head, drawing a ripping snarl from his chest. Then all coherent thought faded once again for swirling madness and thick, red hunger. Had to get free to rip, to rend, to tear. Throughout the castle, a loud, long roar of sheer insanity echoed and turned all the servants' blood to pure ice.
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'Something coppery and spicy filled his nostrils, making his pure crimson eyes shoot open in the semi-dark. No hint of white or black was in those orbs, only glaring, glowing crimson; the color of freshly spilled blood. “Easy, easy. Here you go,” came an oddly gentle, soothing, male voice, the one he was sure belonged to the human who had chained him. Then there was something stiff, heavy and furry dumped onto his lap and the smell of blood took his world away.
Some time later, he came back to a psuedo-sanity; his long fangs buried in the body of a cat. Throwing the bloodless husk away from himself, Vlad glared up at his captor with hate in his eyes. Van Hellsing only smiled down at him, like one would a well loved dog that had performed well. “You're beginning to break my little puppy. I doubt you can barely remember your name right now from how long I kept you hungry,” Abraham cooed, sounding far too happy with himself. Vlad could only growl weakly, fear filling his heart despite himself. The nosferatu hated to admit it but the hunter was right, it wouldn't be much longer until he went entirely mad; a fact that terrified him down to his very bones.
“Unfortunately, I need to replenish your blood enough to draw more samples. I have come across a few things that would allow me to turn you into an ideal weapon. A weapon my family and I can use to eradicate your very species,” the old human sighed, a mad gleam in his eyes.
What his captor had said caused both anger and disgust to run through him. So that was the old fool's game, he planned to use him to kill his own fellows, members of a dying race. Snarling viciously, the vampire strained against the restraints; only earning searing pain shooting through his limbs and forcing him to still. “Enjoy these few days of feeding while you can my little project. I will be collecting enough blood for a long time,” the elderly male hissed near his ear before chuckling to himself as he left.
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'Madness, no thinking, only hunger. Ravening thirst, sore bones, weakness, barely able to breathe. Barley conscious enough to form any thoughts beyond his need for blood, the vampire tried in vain to lick his cracked lips to bring some moisture to his desert-like mouth. His fangs ached and his thin, starved body was wracked with occasional spasms as the veins dried up within his body. Pain, thirst, hunger. So hungry! Need to get loose, need to feed!
Too weak to even resist the bonds, the starved demon turned his blazing gaze to the hated picture on the wall. Broken, disjointed memories blurred and mixed within his head, becoming something else entirely. Instead of seeing her as heartbroken, he saw her laughing at him before kissing her husband. Yes, this was that human's fault. She had brought him here. She had given him to this dark, dreary fate. If he ever got free, he would kill her and bathe in the betrayer's blood. Just the thought of it made his hunger flare within him.
The sound of the steel door opening made his head snap up as he started to drool helplessly. Sometimes the human that came gave him little mice or rats. Not nearly enough to satisfy but more than enough to stave off the worst of the pain of starvation. Yet, deep down, he felt a deep hate toward the man who was his only source of food. Something deep down kept insisting the man was the real enemy and he shouldn't trust him. But that rage and distrust was hard to hang onto in the face of his all encompassing hunger and the fact the human brought him the very thing he so desperately craved. “You are looking a bit worse for the wear my little pet. Tell me, what is your name?” the old human asked.
For an unmeasurable amount of time, the elderly human had asked that and he had been able to give the answer; albeit it was harder and harder to give the more time passed. Now the creature simply found himself unable to reply. A fact that seemed to please the human male. “What about who you are? Do you remember that?” the gray haired man asked, moving a bit closer. Another question he had been asking for a while and had gotten harder and harder for the nosferatu to answer. Once again, the demon found himself simply unable to bring the information to the front of his mind.
“You are Alucard and you are my loyal servant,” the man hissed in his ear, making something deep within him rebel with rage.
Merely looking up at the human, the vampire tried to pinpoint where the animosity was coming from but found himself unable. All that mattered was that the human sometimes brought food, blood that he desperately needed. “Repeat your name creature,” his supposed master demanded.
“Alucard,” he hissed out in a voice that was more animalistic growl than actual words.
“Good, you have earned a reward,” the man replied, tossing a large dog onto his leather clad lap.
Growling predatorily, the nosferatu leaned forward to wrap his long tongue around the stiffened canine. Then he was sinking his long fangs into the dead stray and the sound of sucking filled the small chamber. “Yes, after you've recuperated it is time for a bit more testing. I have a feeling you'll be much more compliant,” his 'master' crooned before chuckling to himself. The hungry vampire paid no mind, only fed until the dog was no more than an empty husk.
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'Burning pain, agony ripping through his veins and yet he felt stronger than he ever had. Whatever his 'master' was doing, it was only making him that much more formidable. He could already feel his healing capabilities doubling, a fact that was already tested by the human that kept him. He had even gained greater control of his shadows, gaining more power than he had imagined. If tested, he was sure his shadows would grow back a severed limb; something not many of his kind could achieve until they were much older. Even Silver was failing to have and effect on him anymore and as for sunlight, not even the smallest bit hurt him; not even in an advanced state of starvation. All of which had been tested diligently by the man who occasionally brought him scraps.
Hearing the metal door swing open, Alucard looked up to see the familiar figure of the human who had given him this gift. “Good morning Alucard! I am glad to see you seem well. I think it is about time I start trusting you on your own just a bit. Let you out on a short leash as it were. I want you to find a couple of vampires and dispose of them,” the elderly male commanded, flinging a couple pictures into his leather covered lap.
“As you wish, my master,” the vampire replied, bowing as best as he could with the straps pinning him to the wall.'
Max looked up at Alucard as he finished the gruesome tale, astonishment, rage and sympathy in her emerald gaze. Then she was reaching up to cup his cheek gently as her thumb brushed away the remnants of blood tears he hadn't even been aware he was crying. “How horrible,” she whispered in a quiet, shocked voice.
“Yes, it most certainly was. After Abraham finally passed, his son took over. His son was not as… excited about having a pet vampire. I was locked in that room for endless years, slowly starving as I waited for a master who would never come. After a long time of agony, I finally slipped into hibernation. It was some time after that Integra found me, her blood awakening me once more and driving me to protect her,” he continued, gently petting her ebony hair with a bare hand.
“Why? After all her grandfather did to you, her very family?” the soldier asked, doing her best to stop her own tears. The story she had just heard made her heart ache for the creature holding her and she found herself wanting to offer comfort in any way she could.
“Despite what her family has done, Integra is not them. She has treated me as a lower but a trusted lower, someone she can depend on. She also has a fire, a fight in her that I admire. Any master of mine must be worthy of the title and Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing is certainly that and more,” he replied, a slight growl to his voice as he spoke passionately about his mistress. A passion that made a small jolt of jealousy go through her.
Chuckling, Alucard laid her on the bed before he made to get up. Reaching forward, Max grabbed his wrist to stop him. Her heart beat loudly in her ears as he stared down at her with expectant, gentle, sunset colored eyes. “S-stay with me?” she asked in a quiet voice and surprising them both. As her heart continued to thud in her ears, the warrior found herself reluctant to have any distance between them right now. His story had honestly disturbed her, making her want to be as close to him as possible just to be sure he was still there.
Purring softly and giving her a look filled with affection, the nosferatu climbed into the bed and pulled her close against him before pulling the blankets over her. His nose burrowed into her soft hair and his naked hands moved over her back and drew a content sigh from the female. Burrowing into his unmoving chest, Max found herself listening to his very faint heartbeat as she slowly drifted into sleep. Unknown to the drowsy female, Alucard was watching her closely; even long after she had been asleep.
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