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Seventh Year Misfortune	By : Kainonis Category: Hellsing > General Views: 3969 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Seventh Year Misfortune

Chapter Three
Waking up slowly is something that Anderson never does. For him, there�s a very slender thread between consciousness and unconsciousness, one he can shift between in the quickest instant. Even in the deepest sleep, he will awaken at the faintest sound, the most minor tingle of insecurity. There is no groggy in-between, no lingering pull of exhaustion; the daily rush of adrenaline upon awakening prevents it.
But today is different. He stirs from his sleep with a languid stretch, feeling a kind of mellow contentment that�s deceitfully seductive. There�s a sound, a breathing that isn�t his own, but Anderson doesn�t panic. It�s as if all the paranoia and neurosis are simply gone, put to rest. He knows that it shouldn�t be this easy to diminish them, but he cannot bring himself to wonder at the shift.
�How long has it been?� asks a voice quietly.
Anderson stirs, staring hazily into the shadowed room. The question doesn�t make any sense, not permeating his sleep-fogged mind. He doesn�t answer, just lets his eyes slide closed, tries to focus on the voice. He throws an arm over his eyes to block out the moonlight slipping in through the open window.
�Well?� asks Alucard insistently. �How long has to been since it happened?�
The question clicks in his mind quickly, and Anderson grins slightly at the proffered subject. �Since I killed you?� asks Anderson, unable to keep the small shred of pride from his tone.
The vampire pauses; it�s a heavy pause, and Anderson can almost feel the vampire pondering his words. Anderson becomes quickly frustrated by the silence, but he doesn�t break it � Alucard is the one that�s so curious.
The silence is broken by a deep, throaty chuckle. �Yes,� says Alucard.
�Seven years,� replies Anderson, moving a hand to rub the sleep from his eyes. He hears another quiet laugh from the vampire, but doesn�t ask of it. The lingering fogginess of restful sleep still linger, and somehow, everything seems less important. Even the inexplicable reappearance of the vampire seems trivial now.
Anderson glances at the vampire sitting in the chair pulled next to the couch, legs crossed, iridescent eyes shimmering in the darkness. The first realization is that Alucard must have been watching him sleep for the entirety of the night, however, this becomes a less pertinent problem when Anderson makes another fast realization.
The vampire�s no longer transparent. His body looks as real as any other, and Anderson cannot resist the urge to reach out and press a hand to the vampire�s chest.
It doesn�t slip through. The fingers press over the rough fabric of Alucard�s jacket, and Anderson is momentarily taken aback. Even though he had expected to be able to touch Alucard now, he hadn�t expected the electric current, the cold energy that seemed to blossom beneath his fingertips. It feels dead, certainly, yet� There�s a distinctive sensation, an addictive stir of power.
A kind of bloodlust.
Anderson barely starts when he feels the sudden brush of cold fingers against his scar, and suddenly the vampire is kneeling next to the couch, staring at Anderson with the eyes of a lustful lover. The sensitive flesh of the ruined tissue feels almost soothed by the vampire�s touch, a sensuous stroke against the tender skin. It�s strange to see Alucard�s hands ungloved. They�re slender, very defined hands that are not entirely feminine. Graceful is a better word.
�So how did you kill me?� asks Alucard, a strange, dark amusement in his tone. The fingertip slips downward, following the vein of Anderson�s neck. Anderson would have pushed it away, but the touch sends an unwarranted wave of heat through his body, a strange, tingling sensation that he cannot help but succumb to. So he stays still, neither accepting nor rejecting Alucard�s caress.
�You can�t remember?� scoffs Anderson, trying to sound as if he has no interest in the vampire�s touch. �I tore you apart and burned you until there was nothing left.�
�You yourself said the void is a place without memory,� says Alucard, sounding only mildly interested in Anderson�s explanation. And Anderson isn�t surprised � Alucard�s demise wasn�t important, especially not if he was still able to enter this world. Anderson supposed this means that Alucard isn�t truly dead anymore, but this realization is only met with a numb acceptance.
Anderson hadn�t ever expected to kill Alucard in the first place. It hadn�t been met with the satisfaction he had expected, and he realizes this must be the reason. Nothing he could have done would truly end Alucard�s life forever.
The vampire leans closer to his body, and Anderson instantly realizes what Alucard intends, the predatory bloodlust that burns in his eyes when his gaze drops to Anderson�s throat. Quickly, Anderson reaches out and grabs the vampire�s jugular, not so much trying to injure him, but rather just hold him away. Anderson had indeed allowed sex, sinful touch from this creature, but he is not going to allow another defilement of his humanity.
Surprisingly, the vampire doesn�t persist, doesn�t try to drink from him again. Whether it�s respect or disinterest, Anderson doesn�t care. Any thoughts of blood drinking are expelled from his mind the moment the vampire�s hand lays over his, the long fingers caressing the broader, heavily calloused fingers of his own. Anderson�s grip immediately weakens into the vampire�s, almost beyond his will.
There is a certain calm that comes with giving into lust, a sense of defeat mingled with inexplicable contentment. Anderson had indeed felt passion for the vampire during their rivalry, something that went beyond just the ordinary bounds of hatred. It was an obsession, a desire that seemed far beyond just a physical need.
The vampire�s fingers touch his chest, but Alucard doesn�t grab him, doesn�t pull him closer. This in itself infuriates Anderson, the vampire�s obvious knowledge that he doesn�t need to force this, that Anderson has already given in, already been defeated.
The kiss that follows is neither harsh nor gentle. The brush of cold lips against his own is almost pleasant, but quickly followed by the sharp pinch of fangs being pressed into his lip. But Anderson doesn�t pull away, not this time � he simply can�t. The vampire wants to drink from him, and Anderson knows he lacks the will now to prevent such a thing.
The vampire�s kiss is long, explorative. It�s as if Alucard is trying to determine what he enjoys the most, because the kiss goes from a shallow nip to a deep, passionate fight for dominance. Anderson can feel the cold tongue tracing every contour of his mouth, stealing away his warmth, yet arousing him beyond anything he�s ever felt. Decades of pent up desire seem to sudden flourish within a matter of moments as the vampires hands slide down into the dip of his stomach, the sharp claws pressing into his skin hard enough to hurt, and yet he doesn�t want those stings of pain to disappear. Almost of their own volition, Anderson�s hands tangle in the tresses of black hair, wrenching the vampire closer.
The touches themselves are indeed arousing, but Anderson finds himself suddenly more interested in the soft sounds the vampire makes. The soft groan that reverberates in Alucard�s throat, the deep, heavier breathing. Anderson�s hand slides over Alucard�s back, feeling out the lean frame. Alucard�s breathing hitches, and he quickly and sharply nips at Anderson�s lips. It�s more a promising sign than anything else, and Anderson takes the opportunity to push the coat off his shoulders, to run a hand down the smoother fabric of Alucard�s vest. Anderson lacks the vampire�s infinite patience, pulling hard on the front of the vest until the buttons pop away.
Anderson then turns, pushes the vampire onto his back. He doesn�t know why he didn�t expect to fall off the couch, how he intuitively knew he wouldn�t, but they�re suddenly on the bed. Anderson is momentarily startled by the sudden, inexplicable shift in setting, but the vampire is smirking up at him with his eyes, a knowing gaze that causes a deep, inexplicable bristle of irritation. Anderson immediately starts to pull away, to ask what kind of devilry Alucard had used to move them from one room to the other, but his lips are quickly bitten, drawn back into a bloodied kiss.
The unexplained magic doesn�t seem as important anymore, and Anderson succumbs to the vicious lust. The feel of the vampire beneath him, the slender, masculine hips beneath his is enough to put any other concerns from his mind. Even the treachery to his religion, his oath seems utterly unimportant; this feels less like sin than it should. Somehow, it seems utterly natural, an obvious outcome to their rivalry.
Something shifts, the shadows change, and Alucard�s clothes sink away beneath Anderson�s touch, leaving nothing but a pale, naked body beneath him. Anderson�s fingers curl around the cold torso, body aching so desperately now that it was difficult to breathe, to think. The vampire�s hands are carefully unbuttoning his shirt, but Anderson can feel the faintest tremor of anticipation at the vampire�s fingertips, Alucard�s shaky, cold sighs brushing against his lips.
The moment the vampire�s hands press against the bare flesh of his stomach, something in Anderson snaps. The last shred of patience wanes, the last ounce of control. He kisses Alucard harshly, a violent passion sparking in his blood. The vampire returns in kind, and Anderson quickly finds himself flipped onto his back, his shirt pushed off of his shoulders enough to restrain his arms.
It takes a moment for Anderson to realize that his shirt is not the only thing restraining him. The shadows have coiled around his wrists tightly, pinning him in place in an unbreakable vice. Instantly, Anderson begins to struggle, frustrated at the sudden powerlessness.
The vampire doesn�t seem to care either way, doesn�t pay heed to Anderson�s thrashing.
The kiss ends, a wet, cold tongue tracing the scar on his face with a surprising tenderness, a vampiric affection that causes Anderson to hesitate in his struggle. The single caress of Alucard�s tongue sends a heat to his groin, far beyond any pleasure he�d ever experienced. His body goes slack as the ecstasy threatens to overwhelm him, the addictive sensation of Alucard�s lips against his scar overwhelming his resistance. Alucard�s naked chest presses against his own, and Anderson gasps out with pleasure. The scratch over fabric under his back feels uncomfortable, but the smooth flesh against his is nothing short of a sinful bliss, an indulgence he cannot resist.
The cold lips trail over his neck, and Anderson instantly, unthinkingly tilts his head back, completely exposing his throat to the vampire. An extreme submission, but Alucard doesn�t bite him; apparently the offering was enough for him. Instead, Alucard kisses over Anderson�s throat, the wet lips trailing downward, sucking on the dip of his collarbone, nipping beneath his jugular.
Anderson closes his eyes tightly, trying to hold back to guttural sounds that threaten to escape him. The effort proves to be in vain, and he cannot hold back a choked groan when Alucard�s lips close around his nipple, a fang deftly piercing the center with the sharp precision of a hypodermic needle. The pain only makes the tease that much more maddening, and Anderson squirms, hips arching with a desperation that he cannot contain. The scrape of fabric is painful now, his erection pressing against the unyielding cloth with unspeakable urgency.
Some kind of plea leaves Anderson�s lips, but his mind is too confounded to determine exactly what was said. However, the vampire laughs, a breathy chuckle that seems more arousing than frustrating. The lips find the bloodied nipple again, sucking with a teasing precision that reduces Anderson to a state of utter incomprehension. The pleasure of Alucard�s tongue taunting that particular part of his body, the erogenous peak of flesh is indescribable.
A moment later, the vampire�s fingers close around the rigid bulge of his groin, the pressure combined with the sharp scrape of fabric causing Anderson to cry out. It�s a ragged sound, a humiliating slip, but he can feel a shiver run through Alucard�s body in response. The hand strokes him, massaging him through the harsh cloth, and Anderson quickly, pliantly arches into the agonizing pleasure. It�s too much, too painful to bring him to climax, too pleasurable for him to want it to end.
The touch suddenly ends, the pressure relinquished, the lips withdrawn from his tender nipple. Anderson doesn�t open his eyes, keeps his mouth tightly closed despite the way his voice is threatening to plead, to beg Alucard for more. It isn�t necessary, though; Alucard�s hands are on him again, his pants are quickly undone and slid down. The rush of cold air causes Anderson to gasp out. The offending piece of clothing is taken off completely, tossed to the side unheeded.
Anderson isn�t expecting the sudden cold swab of Alucard�s tongue on the head of his cock, the soothing cold erasing away the memories of harsh fabric and pain. Anderson doesn�t make a sound, doesn�t breathe � he lacks the capacity to do anything more than tremor as Alucard�s cold tongue surrounds him, the brush of deep breathing against the sensitive flesh.
Alucard licks him slowly, almost exploring him. The smooth cheek nuzzles against the side of his cock, the sharp fangs brush feather light against the vein, pricking him for the quickest moment. Anderson dimly wonders if it was enough to cause him to bleed, but the pain is quickly soothed away by Alucard�s tongue followed by a soft kiss to the miniscule wound.
With infinite patience, the vampire works his way back to head of Anderson�s cock, sucking on the foreskin, the tip of his tongue dabbing over the underside of the head teasingly. Anderson manages a groan, eyes closed in utter bliss. Every part of him that tells him how sinful and vile this form of sex is quickly diminishes with the aching pleasure that pulses through his body. The intimacy of this, of Alucard�s mouth and tongue on him, is utterly addictive, intoxicating.
Anderson finally manages a deep groan, the sound itself inciting Alucard to quicken his motions. The vampire�s mouth closes around him completely, the strong, forceful suck enough to bring Anderson to the brink. Alucard doesn�t bring him to climax, though, edges off just at the last moment. Anderson gives a weakened growl of protest, but he�s powerless to Alucard�s whims. Even if he had been free, his body would not cooperating; he simply cannot think beyond what Alucard�s mouth is doing to him.
A hand wraps tightly around the base of his cock, stroking upwards slowly. Anderson gives a ragged gasp, the combined sensation of Alucard�s hand and the cold tongue tracing the throbbing vein bringing him to climax. The pale strands of come flit over his stomach, and Alucard�s tongue quickly follows, licking up the fluid with as much vigor and enthusiasm as he would fresh blood.
The shadows loosen, and Anderson shrugs out of his shirt, letting it fall off the bed. His entire body feels freezing, the sweat and lingering saliva cooling his flesh. He sits up and stares across the dark shadows, eyes focused on those of the vampire�s. Alucard eyes are glisteningly bright in the darkness, filled with an intense lust that causes Anderson�s spine to tingle.
Anderson�s gaze instantly trail down the vampire�s torso to the erection that he can dimly make out in the darkness. Anderson�s seen few naked men in his life, and he cannot help but feel a measure of fascination at the differences between them.
The first touch is anything but tentative; Anderson�s far beyond the realm of hesitation. His fingers wrap around the cock while his other arm wraps around the vampire�s waist, pulling him closer, a certain part of himself aching to be closer to the vampire despite his sated lust. Anderson bites Alucard�s neck harshly enough to leaves bruises, palm squeezing around the hardened organ. Alucard�s hips jerk under Anderson�s grip, the sharp nails sinking into Anderson�s back, ripping at the delicate flesh.
The harsh pants are broken, unsteady, and Anderson relishes the sudden, inexplicable power he has over Alucard.
The embrace brings them closer than they�ve ever been, Alucard on his knees straddling the paladin, arms coiled tightly around his torso. His head is cradled against the slender shoulder of the vampire, his hand still exploring the sensual dip of Alucard�s spine, the expanse of smooth, moist skin. Anderson can feel ever inch of the vampire�s flesh, and he realizes dimly that this is the closest he�s ever been to someone else, the most intimacy he�s ever shared.
There�s a certain power in touching the vampire in such a way, a rush of adrenaline that flourishes in his blood. Alucard had always seemed untouchable, utterly invulnerable, but this was different. Touching him, pleasuring him seemed to break past every strength the vampire seemed to possess, reducing him to something more human, something more tangible.
Anderson quickens his pace, his hand sliding up and down the vampire�s hardened flesh with a rough abandon. He can feel the sticky fluid dripping down the shaft, over his fingers; Alucard is close. A few more rough strokes bring Alucard to climax, the vampire�s sharp fangs closing over Anderson�s neck to muffle the pleasured groan.
There�s an utter stillness after, a calm that settles between them, the silence only broken by the heavy breaths and Alucard softly licking and kissing away the blood on Anderson�s throat. Anderson lays back heavily and lets his eyes close; he is not tired enough to sleep, not now, but he cannot bring himself to even fathom getting out of the bed. He feels utterly mellow, with the vampire resting against him, listening to the sound of their slow breathing.
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It�s some time later when Alucard stirs. He doesn�t move, nothing shifts, but Anderson feels a change. It�s an almost tangible emotion, something that he can sense and taste. Anderson almost breaks the silence, almost asks a question he doesn�t quite know how to word. However, he doesn�t get the chance.
�The void isn�t what you think,� says Alucard quietly, fingers caressing Anderson�s chest. �It isn�t a place of lost memory.�
Anderson�s interest instantly piques. He adjusts his gaze to Alucard as the vampire sits up, the dark hair mostly obscuring his face. There�s a look in Alucard�s eyes, almost melancholy, but harsher.
�It�s a place of distorted memory,� continues Alucard after a moment. �Where the souls make up their own memories in order to delude them from the truth. They try to make up delusions, dreams to explain why they�re in such misery. Some can even convince themselves that they�re still living.�
A cold feeling instantly grips Anderson�s heart, something intangible. His hands clench on the sheets around him, his shoulders tense, but he cannot stop Alucard from continuing, nor can he stop himself from listening.
�Did you like that dream?� asks Alucard quietly. �The one where you killed me?�
Anderson suddenly can�t breathe. He stares at the vampire, and sees no lie in his eyes, just a somber gaze that�s painfully honest. Reflexively, Anderson�s hand reaches for the silver staples over his heart, but they�re gone, vanished, leaving not a trace of themselves behind. And that�s because�
The staples had never existed in the first place. The nail has been torn from him, and he had�
Anderson tries to speak. �You��
�I killed you,� interrupts Alucard, gaze piercing, voice unforgiving. �You died in my arms. Your corpse was burned, your ashes scattered in the wind.�
Everything changes, the room darkens and diminishes, and Anderson is left standing in an endless array of shadows, a secure, lonely place that seems to soothe the rising panic. This place, he had created it by his own will. Something that would have been impossible if he were living, something that could only be managed in the void.
�You can�t hide from the truth, Anderson,� says Alucard�s voice in the darkness. �This is not the first time you�ve been in the void. Why do you think you are able to use magic, Paladin? You�ve been here many times.�
Anderson feels an invisible caress against his face, the vampire�s hands on his flesh. He staggers back weakly, but it is true that he can no longer hide. The memories are no longer distorted, no longer obscured. That�s why, despite everything, he had lived in misery. The void is a place of sadness, not of victory nor joy; there is no room for such things here.
�Why are you here?� asks Anderson, voice hollow.
�This life wasn�t the first time I�d met you, Anderson,� purrs Alucard quietly in his ear, so close that Anderson can feel a brush of fangs against his lobe. �I�ve known you as people other than Alexander Anderson. Always an enemy, a rival, a slayer of my kind.�
Anderson closes his eyes tightly; dim memories stir, but nothing substantial, nothing to indicate his past deaths. But it is, however, enough to corroborate Alucard�s words. Defeated, Anderson sinks to his knees. This entire life where he had believed himself Alucard�s killer, this world he had created for victory is nothing but an elaborate lie.
He�s been living in a dream conjured by his own mind.
�You defeated me,� says Anderson bleakly. The shadows lessen, and the dim form of the vampire is no longer obscured in the darkness. �That�s why I didn�t go back. You defeated me.�
�No,� says Alucard, kneeling down to face Anderson fully. �I only defeated the monster you became. You would have not been so easy to slay.�
The vampire pauses briefly, almost sensing the questions stirring in Anderson�s mind. �You drew your power from life, Anderson, not from the void. The void was simply a tool you used to hone the magic. But without life, you had no power. Not until I opened the doorway.�
Anderson closes his eyes to block out the gaze of the vampire. Every preconceived notion he had had about his own abilities had been a lie; life is what brings him magic, not death. �And you want me to be reborn?� asks Anderson. The silence is enough to confirm the assumption. �So you can just defeat me again?�
This elicited a deep, reverberating chuckle from the vampire. �Not exactly,� Alucard teases, his lips brushing softly against Anderson�s, fangs grazing his flesh in a vampiric kiss. �I believe that rivalry is over.�
Anderson closes his eyes. �I won�t remember anything, will I?�
Anderson feels the soothing caress of the vampire�s fingertips against his flesh. �Not at first,� says Alucard, withdrawing his hand from Anderson. �But I will give you your memories when it�s time. They are ingrained in your blood.�
And then Alucard is gone, fading into the shadows without a sound. Anderson feels the presence disappear, leaving a cold emptiness, a nothingness that eats at his soul. But the doorway between worlds is still open, the golden energy of life still flowing within him.
Alucard is beckoning him.
This world is a fake; Anderson doesn�t know how he couldn�t sense that before. A part of him did, but just subconsciously sensing death hadn�t been enough. Now that he knew the truth, this mockery of life would not longer be acceptable.
There is no other alternative. Anderson has to follow Alucard out, even if that means losing himself again, losing his memories, his identity.
I will give you your memories when it�s time.
Anderson supposes that it is foolish to have such blind faith in those words, but he does. Anything is better than staying in this life, this supposed happy ending where he had been the victor. But indeed, happy endings were just stories that haven't finished yet. Victory is meaningless in the realm of a single distorted memory.
�You�d better not be lying, Alucard,� threatens Anderson, but it�s despairingly weak. He doubts the vampire is even listening anymore.
He does not wait long before letting go of the void, letting himself follow Alucard into that golden place, the true Eden. Happy endings and beautiful lies are meaningless, and Anderson knows that Earth is where he belongs. No, not just Earth� he belongs with Alucard. Anderson has followed the vampire many times, and the realm of death is meaningless when he is without purpose. Even paradise would be a meaningless end.
Reincarnation is all that�s left. Heaven nor hell would have him, and the void is empty, utterly worthless.
This new life will have purpose, to find Alucard again. It is the same purpose he�s clung since the beginning, and he will continue to follow that single fate forever, out of hatred, love, and obsession that even follows him into death.
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