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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: Oh he's such a cheeky devil, ain't he?
Chapter Twenty-Four: Reconciling Two Pasts
All day! The blasted demon had been caressing and teasing her all day without actually ever being in the same room as her. When he had caused her to orgasm in the middle of answering Integra, it had taken everything within her not to simply storm down to the basement to tell him off. Only the knowledge that it was exactly what the verminous creature wanted kept her at her post. By the time her shift had ended she was nearly livid with anger and barely able to hold herself up due to being drained from all the orgasms she had through the day. “Sir, is there any way to stop Alucard from doing with me as he pleases?” she asked as soon as the clock hit five, feeling a bit gratified when the older woman gave her an absolutely evil smirk.
Feeling much better after her talk with Integra, Max whistled to herself as she went back to her assigned room. As soon as she was inside, she removed any invitation for the vampire to enter before quickly doing the same for herself. Granted she had no idea what the consequences could be for her actions. She highly doubted Alucard would appreciate suddenly being cut off from her but she simply didn't care. After what he had done to her today, the nosferatu could take a number and wait in line. That was when a loud knock came from her door, breaking her from her fuming.
Staring at the closed entry warily, Maxine walked slowly to the door and opened it. Her jaw nearly dropped through the floor when she saw Raoul standing there. All at once she was hit by a myriad of feelings; guilt, fear and most of all heartbreak. All of a sudden it was far too much and her knees gave out, the blonde darting forward and catching her mere seconds before she collapsed. “R-raoul wh-what are you doing here?” she breathed, doing her best to get a handle on her raging emotions and doing a good job of it until he scooped her up in his arms.
“I noticed you seemed… out of sorts all day and wanted to check on you. I had my suspicions that whatever was bothering you had a lot to do with Tepes,” her former caretaker whispered as he set her down on the bed and took several steps back. His response nearly made her die from mortification, a deep blush coming over her ivory cheeks. Of course he would have known what was going on, he probably smelled her all day.
Wanting nothing more than to hide, Max grabbed one of her pillows and buried her face in it. If she hadn't been so stubborn, if she hadn't run away to join the army as soon as she was old enough things would have ended up a lot differently. Then again, if she had done that, she would have never met Alucard. Meeting the nosferatu had been frightening because of the change he could bring but she now found herself comfortable with the prospect of them being meant for eachother before she had been born. If she had been told she would feel like this just a few days ago, she would have scoffed heartily.
“Do not feel guilty little one,” came a softly accented voice, drawing her out of her thoughts. Looking up, she saw Raoul looking down at her with sad but love filled sunset colored eyes.
“How can I not feel bad! I blew your head off with a blessed silver round!” she protested heatedly, the image of his head exploding still quite vivid in her mind. Just thinking about it filled her with nausea and she found herself running to the bathroom. She barely made it in time before her lunch came up in a hot rush.
Her former father figure was behind her in seconds, rubbing her back while making soothing noises. “You did what you had to. I would have killed you otherwise,” he murmured, leaving her briefly to get her a glass of water from the sink. Then he was handing it to her, watching as she gargled and spat into the porcelain bowl. Then she was flushing her mess as ragged, heartbroken sobs began to leave her.
“You don't know how hard it was to do that! If you hadn't begged me, I would have let you rip out my throat! I can still feel your blood on my skin, see your headless body slumping to one side,” she whispered, allowing him to pull her into his arms and rock her like he used to after a particularly bad nightmare. Unfortunately the moment was quickly broken by the sound of Alucard hollering her name from outside the room.
“Please tell me you didn't perform a revocation on yourself while you were at it,” the blonde begged, looking out of the bathroom like a hunted animal.
“Uh, I might have,” the soldier confessed with a shamed smile, barely able to bite back a giggle at the horrified look Raoul gave her. If the situation wasn't so serious, she was sure she would have burst out laughing at how much he looked like a guilty child.
“Why the Hell would you do that?! Don't you know anything about his past? He hasn't exactly had the greatest track record of being able to keep you near him,” the blonde groaned, terror now stark in his sunset eyes as he helped her to her feet and not a moment too soon. The hollering was quickly followed by banging on the door, each hit so hard the wooden plank shuddered in its frame.
“I know you are in there interloper. If you have done anything to my chosen I will mount your body on a pike outside the manor wall,” came an absolutely vicious sounding snarl from the other side, followed by the chilling sound of claws scraping along the wood.
“Alucard, I'm fine,” Max called in an effort to calm the situation, unsure if she should use his true name with Integra so close to her room.
Instead of calming him down, her response only seemed to set the powerful demon off further. “Why did you revoke my invitation to enter your room and interact with you over distance if you are fine? How do I know he hasn't seduced what is mine,” came a feral snarl as the door was ripped from its hinges and tossed to the side. Thankfully Raoul had put as much distance between them as possible, even going so far as to stay in the bathroom while she stood in the middle of the room.
“Are you kidding me? After what you did to me all day, you're really asking me that?!” the warrior snarled, meeting his midnight glare with one of her own. The vampire only growled low in his chest, curling his upper lip to bare his mouthful of fangs.
“Don't fucking snarl at me! Weren't you lecturing me about assuming you and Seras were having sex yesterday? Why are you allowed to assume the same about me?” she bit out, her hands curling into fists by her sides. Today had been more than humiliating for her thanks to the vampire and she honestly didn't want him anywhere near her.
Her words caused the demon to deflate visibly, the black in his eyes receding for his normal sunset color in an instant. All his rage and indignation fled for guilt and a desperate pleading. “I'm sorry, you are right. I had no right to assume you and Raoul would do anything, especially after everything you've told me,” murmured the former Prince, bowing slightly as he kept his gaze locked on her suit clad form. Max could only sigh in response, pinching her nose in exasperation.
“Is that the only thing you're apologizing for?” she grit out, her head pounding from her anger. The fact that he only tilted his head in confusion only further increased her ire.
“You don't feel a need to apologize for what you did to me all day, in front of all of Hellsing?” Max hissed, beginning to see red as her hands continued to flex. The smirk that curled his lips sent her blood to the boiling point and she began shake from the sheer force of her emotions.
“Indeed I do not. You questioned my devotion to you, my feelings and I could think of no better way of proving the truth to you. Maxine, do you realize the reason I didn't let you have a moments peace today?” the dark male asked, his voice a silky purr that instantly disarmed her anger; to her extreme irritation. Taking her silence as permission to continue, the nosferatu did just that.
“I couldn't leave you alone. The entire time you were away from my side, I wanted to simply travel through my shadows to grab you and drag you back to my chambers. Do you know what restraint it took to only have you once last night? How much it took to not have you again as soon as you woke up? For centuries I have been starved of your touch, of feeling you beneath me, of hearing your whimpers and gasps of pleasure. Do you honestly expect me to squander a moment, especially when you are questioning my dedication to you?” the crimson clad beast rumbled, still smirking as he watched her reaction.
Max deflated visibly, all the fight going out of her sails immediately. While she didn't have the luxury of remembering the emptiness of not having him by her side for centuries, Alucard didn't share the same freedom. Now that he and Vlad had seemed to merge, he remembered his time without her keenly. There was also the fact that, while she knew about her time as Mina from a book, she had no idea what had happened to her to take her from him in the first place. While she was thinking about this, Raoul took that moment to flee into his shadows. Right now, it would best if they simply forgot he had ever been there.
“Please, remove the revocation. It is torture to not feel you in my head, to not know you are safe. It is like I lost you all over again and I cannot bear that feeling,” begged the powerful male, his voice strained as he gave her the mother of all puppy dog eyes. Even the aura around him changed to one of severe distress, almost bordering on panic and that was the last straw for Maxine. Seeing the noble demon reduced to this broke her heart and she could no longer take seeing it.
“Enter freely and of your own will. You are welcome in here and in my mind,” the pale female whispered, tucking a strand of her shoulder length hair behind her ear. The instant the words left her mouth she found herself in his strong arms as his presence once again filled her head.
To her wonder, the nosferatu was shaking slightly as he began to sniff her. His nose traveled from the crown of her head to the crook of her neck and crossed to the front of her face before he continued along her upper body. The action was so much like a dog that the warrior had to quash the very strong and highly ill-advised urge to giggle. With how Alucard looked, she doubted he would take that very well. Thankfully it only lasted a few more seconds before he pulled her tight against him and burrowed his nose in her midnight locks, saving her from the growing urge inside her. “Please, do not do this again. No matter how angry you are with me,” came a gruff, whispered plea as her door slowly swung shut and his gloves disappeared. Then he was lifting her head to give her the sweetest kiss she had ever received.
His soft lips moved against hers slowly as a clawed hand came up to gently cradle the back of her head. Ever so slowly, the kiss turned from chaste to possessive; his tongue lapping along her lips to beg for entry as he angled his head to deepen the embrace. Max opened to him immediately, her tongue meeting his in a clash for dominance as her own hands came up to fist in his black hair. This drew a low growl from the creature holding her, his hold on her tightening ever so slightly before he broke the kiss to rest his forehead against hers.
His burning eyes were tightly shut as his lithe body shuddered slightly, as if something he was seeing disturbed him. The woman in his arms watched him with confusion and concern, wondering if he was remembering the first time she died because she had ripped her presence away from him. The thought of that filled her with a deep guilt, causing her heart to clench into a tight, hot ball in her chest. “I want to remember,” she declared suddenly, wanting to know where all this pain and fear for her stemmed from. As soon as the words finished leaving her mouth, Alucard was looking at her with a mixture of hope and apprehension.
“Are you sure?” the taller male asked, his hands twitching on her head and back as he seemed to study her expression. Max nibbled her bottom lip as she paused to actually think about it. If she merged with Mina and Elizabeta, would she still be the same? Shaking off her nerves, she squared her shoulders and gave the nosferatu a determined look.
“Yes, I need to know,” she replied, a hard steel in her eyes that seemed to make the vampire proud of her. Alucard beamed down at her, releasing her head to cup her cheek as he pulled back to put some distance between them.
“You will need to sit down,” he advised gently, gesturing to her bed with a bare hand.
To her credit, the soldier gave a nod before sitting on the bed and gave him a look full of poorly masked apprehension. Truth be told, she only had Michelle to go from for what she would experience and that wasn't all that encouraging. She still felt a faint heartbreak in the back of her head for the abomination, a fact that made her skin crawl. Yet she knew it was the only way she could truly understand what she and Alucard actually meant to eachother. “Relax,” came a deep rumble, jerking her out of her thoughts and forcing her to look up at the King of Shadows towering over her.
“Let us begin with Mina,” he suggested, petting her like a well-loved pet before pressing the heel of his hand into the crown of her head.
“I agree. She's the one I know the most about and she is chronologically next working backwards,” Max agreed, a bit of her anxiety fleeing as she looked up at the shadowy male staring down at her. He was smiling down at her in a reassuring manner, his claws scratching her scalp lightly. Then he was murmured a guttural language as her world spun and went black.
“Maxine,” came a quiet, familiar voice that sounded a lot like her own. Groaning, she opened her eyes to see herself surrounded by a void of darkness with only one other person visible. She looked a lot like her and wore a Victorian style dress.
“M-mina?” Max found herself asking as the figure slowly came closer. The older mirror of herself only smiled kindly before she nodded.
“Are you ready to see our life?” she asked in a soft, gentle voice, her hands clasped primly in front of her.
“Will it… will I still be the same person?” the frightened woman asked her past self, all her fear fleeing when the other female nodded.
“Why would you not? Michelle's bond with her sire went beyond even death but nothing that happened with Vlad and I will effect you so. At the most, your body and soul will have a recognition that you belong in his arms,” the lady replied, offering a delicate hand. Maxine stared at the offered appendage for a few moments before hesitantly taking it. As soon as their skin touched, information and memories filled her head in a flood before the world around them went white.
She saw everything in a rush, from the moment he had first approached her to the moment she thought she had seen him die. Once the influx had ended, Max touched her cheeks to find she had been unconsciously crying. As distressing as seeing all of that had been for her, it had assuaged one of her biggest fears. Instead of feeling like she was watching someone else's life, it was like she was reliving it; just like what had happened with Michelle. “It's so much to take in but it feels like I always knew it,” the stunned warrior confessed, looking up at the shade in front of her.
“You did, you were just asleep to that knowledge. You were not yet ready to remember,” Mina responded, her own cheeks wet with ghostly tears.
“I… I think I'm ready now,” Max whispered, gasping when her past self simply disappeared and her world once again went black as all the shade's knowledge began to fill her. It was almost as if she had never reincarnated in the first place.
The next thing she became aware of was a cool, callous hand brushing against the sensitive skin of her forehead. “Are you well,” came a familiar rasp, filling her heart with love and a desperate need to hold the speaker in her arms. All at once, memories of his death that seemed far too fresh flooded her head and she needed to reassure herself the crimson clad creature was truly alright.
“Vlad, oh Vlad I remember everything! It's like it happened just yesterday,” Max gasped, the tears beginning to come as she burrowed her face in his unmoving chest. Only the very faint sound of his heartbeat helped set her at ease and she slowly found herself relaxing as he wrapped his arms around her.
“Shh, I am here. I am safe,” he assured softly, his dextrous hands moving through her inky hair. Then he was pressing his cool lips against hers softly before he moved to her cheeks to lick up her tears.
Max couldn't help but giggle at the semi-rough texture of his tongue against her skin, the small noise drawing a purr from the nosferatu. Pulling back, Alucard only smiled at her lovingly as his hands came up to cup her cheeks; his thumbs brushing her flushed skin. “How do you feel?” he asked, his voice a rolling rumble that made her womb clench in a pleasurable manner.
“More… aware. I still feel like myself but it's like I finally remembered a part of my… childhood almost. It has the same feel of something long forgotten anyway,” the soldier replied, nuzzling into his right palm as she reached up to press it against her flesh. She was filled with a bright feeling of contentment, as if she had finally found a missing bit of herself and this pleasant feeling made her brave enough to place a kiss on the pad of his thumb.
This small action drew a deep, throaty rumble from the dark creature that held her so tenderly. Then he was inhaling deeply as he regained some modicum of control over himself. As soon as he calmed, Alucard reopened his intense eyes as he slowly released the breath he had been holding. “I believe that is enough for one day. We can awaken Elizabeta tomorrow,” the crimson clad male rasped, his sunset gaze full of concern for her. Max was not happy with this declaration.
“Why should we wait? As distressing as it was to remember what seemed to be your death, I feel much better regaining that part of myself. I would much rather just get this done and over with,” she sighed, giving him a pleading look. She felt a bit bad using puppy eyes as a weapon against the powerful demon but it would get her further than the indignation she actually felt.
“You need to rest now. What has occurred has been very trying for you, I can smell it all over your skin,” Alucard reasoned, just a hint of fear in his orangeish red eyes.
“You're afraid… Why?” Maxine asked, not missing a single beat. The taller male only slumped his shoulders as his hair lengthened to butt length.
“I… I am afraid what remembering your original death will do to you,” he murmured, the hands on her face beginning to shake as small blood droplets began to patter onto her suit pants. Realizing he was crying, Max wrapped her arms around him and pulled him into a tight hug.
She had to admit the fact that Alucard was scared had caused her anxiety to rocket. Yet, no matter how terrified she was, she had to finish this. She had to merge with the final piece of her past. “Please, I need to do this,” the warrior pleaded, placing her hands on his cold cheeks and forcing his head to lift so his eyes met hers. Alucard only winced, straightening slowly as blood continued to streak down his marble cheeks. Then he was placing a hand against her head once more, murmuring dark words as she slipped into the blackness of her own mind.
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