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Vocabulary Lessons	By : DreadfulPenny Category: Hellsing > General Views: 4060 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-English
- 2-French
- 3-German
- 4-Dutch
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Walter stared at the page in front of him and opened yet another dictionary. French had been far easier than German to get a handle on, and the young man was beginning to feel very tired of hunting down the same words year after year.

General language studies were one thing, but why did Arthur periodically come by with the same absurd list of vocabulary for his butler to learn? Arthur didn�t have the attention span to carry a joke out over several years, as this one had gone on, so what was his game?

Walter put the questions aside in favor of searching for the last few words that seemed to plague him in any language.

�Aren�t you finished yet?� A round white hat sailed over his head and landed on the desk next to Walter�s hand. �I�m waiting for you.�

Every. Single. Time, Walter thought with a grimace. He shook his head without turning to look at Alucard and kept flipping through pages. �No. I can�t find these. There isn�t a direct translation and I don�t know which would be closest.�

�Do it when we get back. You said that you would escort me.�

The petulant tone made him laugh � it was so blatantly manipulative. Walter turned around to face the vampire who stood in the library door. �London isn�t going anywhere.� Looking his companion over, Walter shook his head slightly and suppressed a smile; it took a monster who was completely sure of himself to wear that pale lavender suit.

Walter had grown into a strangely graceful, if lanky, seventeen year old, and still the vampire kept to the petite, feminine appearance that he had adopted soon after Walter first joined Hellsing five years before. The youth sometimes wondered if Alucard subtly shifted details of his appearance to be more appealing to him, or if Alucard was just growing on Walter in ways he probably should have expected, but hadn�t.

He had also found himself wondering if the shining blue-black hair that hung down Alucard�s back was as soft as it looked, which was a ridiculous thing to think about any vampire � let alone one of Alucard�s power.

Ah, but he�d once kissed a vampire of Alucard�s power, hadn�t he? Walter turned around and stared down at the word list. Even thinking about that single kiss brought back the memory full force and he stared fixedly at the open dictionary until the faint heat faded from his cheeks.

�London isn�t going anywhere, but the night is.� Walter didn�t jump when Alucard�s voice came from directly next to his ear. The vampire leaned over the young man�s shoulder, ostensibly looking at Walter�s paper and the book open in front of him.

�You could help me, then we�d be able to leave more quickly.�

�I�ve helped you with these words before. I don�t like repeating myself and you shouldn�t count on me for help all the time, anyway.� Alucard leaned in close enough for the breath from his words to tickle Walter�s cheek. �Unless� you have some way to make it worth my time?�

Walter turned his head to look into Alucard�s glowing, and very amused, red eyes. �I�ll give your coffin a good waxing.�

�I�d prefer giving it a good buffing.� Alucard rubbed his nose over Walter�s and smiled sweetly until the young man abruptly stood.

�Maybe you should go into London without me tonight. It seems I�ll be busy here for the rest of the evening.� He walked away from the desk and stack of books already there and pulled another book off a library shelf.

Alucard picked his hat up off the desk and settled it on his head with a huff. �As you wish, but the longer you wait, the harder it�s going to be to make it worth my while to help you.�

Walter grunted a reply, making a great show of being terribly absorbed in a book he had pulled off the shelf at random. He waited until Alucard had left to let out a shaky sigh before looking for a book that would actually be useful. He did not want to have to resort to tracing these last few words� etymology in search of a reasonable option.

This would be so much easier if he were less of a perfectionist.

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�Alright. What would make it worth your while?�

Alucard cocked his head at Walter and let a slow smile spread across his face. Walter had finally come to him. This gave him the upper hand in all ways, since they were also on his home ground � his room.

The vampire had been sitting, dwarfed in his large, almost throne-like chair when the door to his chamber had swung open under Walter�s knocking hand. The contrast emphasized how small Alucard was, made him look even more fragile and harmless.

But the smile � the gleaming white teeth revealed by that smile were just a touch too sharp to look harmless. Walter was glad of that; it helped him remember whom he was dealing with.

�What would make it worth my while? After you wasted hours of our evening when you should have come to your senses earlier?� Alucard slid down from the chair and padded silently across the room to the young man still standing in the doorway. �I told you that the longer you waited, the harder it would be to appease me.�

The vampire tugged on the bottom of Walter�s waistcoat, pulling him the rest of the way into the room before the door slowly swung shut behind him.

�No matter how annoying leaving this undone might be, I�m not going to feed you for some vocabulary words.� Walter felt as though he had to make that completely clear. It was like making a deal with the devil � you needed to read all the fine print or your soul would be gone before you knew it.

�Feed me?� Alucard toyed with the bottom button of Walter�s waistcoat and ostentatiously contemplated those two words. �No. I think you will.� He smiled and turned his face up to Walter, eyes shining with malicious humor. �I think that it would appease me perfectly.�

Walter caught Alucard�s two tiny hands in one of his and removed them from his waistcoat only to have the vampire twist in his grip and slide his chill fingers over Walter�s gloved palm and bare fingertips. �You aren�t getting my blood for Arthur�s ridiculous word choices.�

�Oh no,� Alucard�s fingers tightened over Walter�s and the young man could feel the barest intimation of the inhuman strength hiding behind that delicate fa�ade. �Your blood is still more valuable than that, but that doesn�t mean you can�t feed me.� The vampire pulled on Walter�s hand to make him bend down to his level and murmured in the young Angel of Death�s ear, �You know I prefer my blood warm.�

Alucard vanished, leaving Walter free to stand up and look around. He was just brushing his shaggy hair out of his face and heading for the door when the vampire reappeared in front of him. Alucard held one of the glass bottles that were used for blood collection and storage for the medical needs of Hellsing�s troops, and the nutritional needs of Hellsing�s vampire.

�If you want to finish your work, and I know you do, you will feed me.� Alucard held up the bottle and tilted it back and forth to watch the crimson liquid slide down the bottle�s walls. He looked at Walter through the glass, eyes twinkling with a mischief made hellish by their red glow. �You should have taken me into London as you said you would.�

�Do you want me to snap a nipple on the top and hold you like a baby?� Walter took the bottle out of Alucard�s hand and looked at the contents. Well, at least the vampire wasn�t asking for another kiss. That was a good thing, right?

Right?

Alucard plucked the paper out of Walter�s other hand and looked over what he had so far. �I�ll even give you a bit of free help.� He turned another of his faux-innocent looks on Walter, �Because I like you.�

He pointed to the page. �You have �Prahlerei� here for rodomontade. A better word choice is �bramarbasieren.� And here, �Spitzname� is an adequate selection, but �Ehrenname� is better. German is a very precise language, after all.�

Eyes scanning the page, Alucard stopped and shook his head, ��Schmierig?� Do you really think that Arthur was interested in the word lubricious because of its meaning as slippery? Really, �schamlos� is a better choice, but knowing Arthur, �schl�pfrig� is what he is looking for. He�s more perverted than slippery, after all.

�Which brings us back to that last problem word� What are you going to do about �epicene,� Angel? Are you going to feed me?� Alucard indicated the bottle in Walter�s hand. �Or are you going to leave your work unfinished?� He took a step closer to Walter and gave the paper back to him. �Incomplete?� Another step and he stood nearly touching the young butler. �Imperfect?�

Alucard had his number, didn�t he? Walter shrugged and nodded down at the vampire. �Yes, I�ll feed you. How did you expect me to do it?� There was only so bad it could get since it wasn�t his blood involved.

�I want it warm.� Alucard�s fingers were back on the buttons of Walter�s waistcoat, this time sliding over them and leaving the garment open. �I want you to warm it for me.�

Walter watched in a sort of stunned fascination as those tiny fingers moved on to slipping the buttons of his shirt out of their holes, finally dropping the page in his hand to the floor to catch Alucard�s hands when he reached up to loosen Walter�s tie. �What are you doing?�

�You don�t want to stain your clothes, do you?� Alucard remained stretched to reach Walter�s collar and took the half step forward needed to press himself against the taller man. �How did you think you were going to warm the blood for me?�

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�Didn�t think about that part?� Alucard slipped Walter�s grip with no difficulty and made short work of his tie. �You should think of all the details before making deals with the devil, Angel.�

Walter�s eyes widened to hear his thoughts mirrored back at him that way.

�Now, am I going to take your trousers off to keep them from getting bloody, or are you going to lie down to help me with my meal?�

Lie down? Walter glanced around the mostly bare stone chamber; his choices were the floor, or maybe, if Alucard was feeling particularly perverse, the coffin.

Or he could take his trousers off, leaving himself almost completely exposed. Walter swallowed hard when his throat and stomach tightened at the prospect. No. Definitely not a good idea. Not if he wanted to be able to say no about the things that were really important.

�Take this.� Walter gave Alucard the bottle of blood and removed his shirt and waistcoat, hanging them over the back of Alucard�s �throne.� He looked around again, mind whirling with objections, fears, attractions, and the occasional incongruous thoughts about cold stone against his back and how much he hoped no one ever learned of what he was going to do.

He could feel Alucard�s eyes on him, crawling touches over his exposed skin. Walter straightened his shoulders and held the vampire�s gaze while he slowly sat down on the floor. This was his choice, there would be no whining, or second-guessing, and he definitely would not be showing fear.

�Well? Are you going to stand there watching me forever, or are you going to come have your meal?� Walter still wasn�t certain exactly what Alucard had in mind, but clearly it was going to get a bit messy. Fortunately, blood didn�t bother Walter in the slightest.

What did bother Walter was the cold stone against his bare skin when Alucard pushed him back until he was supine on the floor. And when Alucard plopped himself down on top of Walter to straddle him, Walter was bothered far more, because they were touching in a manner that was much more intimate than he had agreed to.

�No, I agreed to help you with your meal. I didn�t agree to getting schl�pfrig with you.� Walter grabbed Alucard�s hips and shifted his position until their contact was less� stimulating. �Now, for someone who was complaining about wasted time, you�re wasting quite a lot of it yourself.�

�Didn�t anyone ever tell you that rushing your meal is bad for your digestion?� Alucard stripped the seal on the bottle and held it up to his nose to make a show of sniffing the contents.

Walter barked a short laugh and rolled his eyes. �You must be joking. You forget, I�ve seen the way you can eat. I don�t think that the entirety of London would be enough to upset your digest-� His last word was cut off in a hiss as Alucard tilted the bottle and cold blood hit his chest in a slow drizzle.

�See. You don�t like it cold, either.� Alucard�s giggle held a malevolent undertone. �Now just let that warm up for a moment, and while we wait, I�ll help you with your other problem.� He held out a hand and the dropped and forgotten piece of paper fluttered off the floor into his grasp. �Epicene. It�s such a brilliant word in English, so subtle, but with such depth of meaning.

�As I said, German is a very precise language, which is why you�re having so much difficulty with a translation. The subtleties get lost.� Alucard leaned down and swiped his tongue down the center of Walter�s chest, hearing the young man�s pulse speed up immediately. He slowly licked away every drop of blood, making small sounds in the back of his throat at the savor of warm blood flavored by its contact with Walter�s body.

When Walter�s skin was once again spotlessly clean, Alucard sat up and smiled lazily at him. �This is much better. You may serve me my meals like this as often as you wish.� He didn�t wait for Walter�s response before picking up the bottle and pouring more of its contents out onto his skin. This time blood collected in the hollow of Walter�s throat and flowed down the sharp delineations in the muscles of his chest and abdomen, to pool in his navel.

Walter curled his toes inside his shoes and cleared his throat before he could speak. �What� What do you suggest as a proper translation?� He worked to focus on his reason for being there, and not on what was happening while a vampire sat on top of him to lick blood warmed by his body off his bare skin.

�The easy way out is �zweideutige sexuelle Identit�t,� but is it the most accurate choice? You are trying to find a single word in German to replace a single word in English.�

Alucard ceased speaking in favor of sliding down Walter�s body to drink from the hollow of his navel, working his way slowly up the young man�s torso to finish with the blood that shivered with the pulse that beat in the dip between his clavicles.

More blood was poured out and cleaned away; slowly the level of fluid in the bottle went down until Alucard poured the last drops out onto Walter�s skin. The young man was trembling, partly with the cold from the stone floor that had seeped into him, making his bones ache, partly from the desire that was impossible to ignore after allowing Alucard to lavish such attention on his body.

He drew a slow breath while the blood warmed against his skin. �We�re nearly done here. Are you going to give me the word yet?�

�You are single-minded. Most people would have forgotten why they were here by now.�

�I�m not most people. That�s why you keep chasing after me, isn�t it?� Walter drew his fingers down over Alucard�s thighs before putting his hands flat on the floor where he�d kept them while Alucard had his meal.

The last of the blood took the longest for Alucard to clean away; he took his time slowly following the sharp lines of muscle in the young man�s abdomen, swirled his tongue over Walter�s nipples, and stopped with his mouth over the racing pulse point in the man�s neck.

Neither moved for several long minutes � long enough for the feather-light pressure of Alucard�s fangs on Walter�s throat to make his skin crawl. �Doppelgeschlechtig is good,� Alucard finally said, lips moving against the young man�s neck. �It�s slightly ambiguous. Epicene is a somewhat ambiguous word in English.� Alucard drew back and nipped gently at Walter�s jaw. �But I still prefer �bisexuell.� It works in English, French, and German. What a wonderfully universal word.�

�Thank you. That�s what I needed. Now if you�ll let me up? The floor is rather chilly.� Walter propped himself up on his elbows and waited for Alucard to get off him.

Instead the vampire leaned down to whisper in Walter�s ear, �Let this be something you never forget, Angel. It�s not the size of your opponent that matters, but whether he knows your weak points.�

AN: The plastic blood storage bag was not invented until 1947, and wasn�t introduced into widespread use until at least 1948. Given that Walter is seventeen in this chapter, it is 1947 and they have to be satisfied with the glass bottles that were in use at the time.

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