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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: Wanted to take a moment to thank all of my readers and my reviewers. You guys are all awesome!
Chapter Twenty-Eight: Put to Rest
Maxine inhaled deeply, enjoying the scent of whoever she was nestled so tightly against. They had a musky scent, with just a hint of something masculine and a background that was faintly coppery. Nuzzling into the cotton her cheek rested against, the drowsy woman stretched languidly before opening her eyes to gaze up at Alucard. The vampire was watching her closely, an affection filled look in his sunset colored eyes. “Did you sleep well?” he rumbled, rubbing his nose along hers lovingly.
“Yeah,” the groggy soldier murmured, giving him a loving smile before pressing a kiss to his chin. The demon holding her purred in response, his head tilting down to turn her small peck into a real kiss.
One of his bare, clawed hands came up to cradle the back of her head as his fangs gently nipped at her soft lips. The small bites caused Maxine to open her mouth with a small gasp, allowing Alucard's tongue to plunge into her moist cavern. Moaning as his tongue explored her mouth, she wrapped her hands in his thick, leather lapels and returned the kiss with a vigor that made the nosferatu growl. Then he was breaking the embrace with a low, gruff noise that instantly made wetness gush from her nethers. “I am glad you are feeling better,” he rasped in a breathless voice that was more snarl than words.
Just hearing that was like a fire hose being turned on her libido and the warrior found herself reluctantly remembering what had happened last night. Raoul, her father and only family, had died. She was now alone in the world, a realization that had sorrow filling her anew. The only thing that broke her out of her swirling depression was her chin being grabbed in a harsh grip and shaken roughly. Coming back through a haze, Max found Alucard staring down at her with an exceedingly worried expression. “Remember what I said to you. He would not want you to carry on like this,” the dark creature rumbled, pressing a kiss to her forehead as his claws brushed her skin.
Then he was getting up and pulling her to her feet, pulling her over to the table. On the table was the urn he had formed from his own shadows, drawing a gasp from the stunned female. She had never expected the vampire to do something like this for his former rival. To be honest, she was kind of touched. “He has a resting place of honor my love. Do not shed anymore tears for him. He would not wish it and I do not wish it,” he pleaded, pulling the hand he held up to his lips and kissing it.
A sudden knock on the door interrupted the moment, causing Alucard to release her so he could walk to his door and open it. “Hello Walter,” he sighed in an exasperated tone before he had even opened the door all the way, his gloves already back on his hands. To his credit, the elderly servant didn't look the least bit bothered by the vampire's knowledge. In fact, he was quite used to the demon's antics by now.
“Good morning Alucard, Ms. Stone. Here is your breakfast,” the wizened male replied in a smooth, neutral tone as he handed the vampire his morning blood ration. Then his blue eyes traveled to the still shell-shocked looking female.
“Are you well miss?” he asked in a genuinely concerned tone.
“I… I'm still trying to process everything. I mean, I lost my entire family in one night, a second time! I know I shouldn't cry anymore but… I just can't seem to stop,” the mourning woman responded, more tears rolling down her white cheeks.
The sight of them greatly distressed the 'Prince of Shadows' and he was moving to her side rapidly, placing the sloshing sack on his table. In seconds he was cupping her face in his hands and licking away her tears, making soft purring noises all the while. “Sir Integra would like to see you when you are feeling up to it. She needs your report about what happened last night,” the servant announced in a voice that said 'I'm sorry for this'. Max only tensed briefly before giving a nod and squaring her shoulders.
“Tell her I'll be up in a moment, I need to change,” the warrior stated before turning to a dresser and pulling out a suit. Both Alucard and Walter watched her with equally worried and respect filled expressions.
“As you wish Ms. Stone,” the vest wearing butler replied softly, before bowing and leaving. To be honest, he was worried for the tough female. She had handled everything well so far but someone under this much strain was bound to snap at any moment. In all honesty, he was glad Alucard was taking care of the young woman. In her short time here, nearly everyone had grown very fond of the warrior and would hate to see anything happen to her again.
As Max changed in front of the vampire, she couldn't help but feel his gaze following her as she moved. He almost seemed to be pissed but not at her. Blinking in confusion, the soldier straightened her tie before she closed the distance between them and took his hand in hers. “She's just doing her job Vlad. She needs to find out all the versions of the events just in case there's a pattern to discern,” she reasoned, able to easily figure out the source of the vampire's ire. The dark creature only sighed before wrapping his arms around her and pulling her into a tight hug.
“I will go with you,” he assured, the statement making her feel oddly better. Just having the dark creature close would help her feel safer as well as give her some much needed support.
“Thanks,” she whispered, smiling up at him as she gave him a swift peck on the lips. A peck that was turned into a passion filled kiss when one of his hands flew up to the back of her head to hold her in place and his tongue practically dived into her mouth.
Small growls left the tall vampire as his tongue explored every crevice of her moist mouth. His shadows rose up in ghostly tendrils, gently brushing her face and he continued to plunder her orifice. Max was so stunned by the passion and lust in his kiss that she didn't even really have time to respond before he was breaking it and turning her to the door. “Come, it is best we get this over with,” he rumbled, a now gloved hand sitting in the small of her back and gently pushing her toward the entry. An action the soldier was honestly grateful for. She wasn't exactly feeling up to this task but knew it was better to just rip off the band-aid in this case. The sooner she did this, the sooner it would be done.
As she traveled up the stairs and through the halls of the huge manor, Max found herself oddly amused by the reactions of the staff to her crimson clad companion. They seemed to regard the creature with varying degrees of fear and all of them seemed a bit shocked to see her so comfortable walking by his side. Alucard also seemed to find their expressions funny and smirked at several of the more timid ones, causing them to jolt away. Seeing these tough soldiers scampering away like a scared flock of birds had Max biting her lip to keep in her laughter as she sped up to get past them. As soon as they were far enough away, the suit wearing woman was bending over and clutching her stomach as she began to laugh. “Oh wow! The looks on their faces,” she cackled, wiping tears of mirth from her eyes. The nosferatu next to her only grinned, finding her laughter amusing in and of itself. To a being like him, humans were fascinating.
Once she gained control of herself, she made her way to Integra's office; giggles still occasionally bubbling from her lips. “No wonder Integra has you hang around when she brings in the greenhorns. She probably has to make sure they won't die or piss themselves from the mere sight of you,” Maxine chuckled, taking a deep breath to compose herself before knocking on the tall door in front of her.
“Enter,” ordered,” the heiress's commanding voice, bringing the soldier back to the reason why she was here and effectively killing off any leftover humor she had. As if sensing her distress, the nosferatu beside her gave her shoulder a reassuring squeeze to remind her of his presence.
Smiling at her undead companion, Max took a deep breath before opening the door and walking in. Walter greeted her with a polite bow while Integra gaped in open shock at her escort. It was clear the femme was unused to seeing the creature so attentive and it almost seemed to throw her off balance a bit. As if seeing him offering his support had completely obliterated reality as she knew it. Then she was shaking herself and her professional, commanding mask fell into place as she motioned the duo closer. “What brings you here Alucard? I do believe I already got your account of the events,” the flaxen haired Hellsing hissed, her blue eyes narrowing in slight suspicion.
“Maxine had to go through something horrible last night. I merely wanted to be near if she needed me,” he responded simply, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. To Max, the statement was utterly heartwarming and made just a bit of her apprehension got away. To Integra, it was simply mind-blowing.
It wasn't that she didn't think he was incapable of showing affection, far from it. The vampire had gotten her through many a nightmare after her Uncle tried to kill her. He had also protected her without prompting on several occasions, putting his unlife at risk. He had also offered her a shoulder to cry on should she need it. It was the fact she hadn't seen him display this amount of care to anyone else, not even his fledgling. The speed that the pair had made such a strong connection with honestly baffled her. Was this really all the result of Maxine being Elizabeta in a past life? Or was there something else here she wasn't seeing? If so, was it something important?
Shaking herself of these thoughts, Integra shifted her focus to the still dazed looking Maxine. The poor woman had been through so much and she found herself honestly feeling bad for making the other female tell her about what had happened. Unfortunately she had little choice. She had to know everything that had happened within these walls, as well as to her people, so she would know how to protect them better. “What happened last night?” the silver haired femme asked, very nearly wincing at the expression the warrior wore briefly. It almost looked as if the younger female had been socked in the stomach.
Feeling Alucard's steadying hand on her shoulder once again, Maxine took a deep breath and retold the events; doing her best to ignore the clenching feeling in her chest. By the time she had finished, tears were slipping down her cheeks against her will. “I apologize for my emotional display sir,” Max sighed, wiping the tears away despite the fact it would do no good. They just kept coming, whether she wanted them to or not. Next thing she knew, she found herself enveloped in a hug that smelled like clove scented cigarillo smoke and tea. Looking up, she saw very familiar, silver-blonde hair; letting her know that it was Integra that was hugging her.
“S-sir?” she whispered in a shaky unsure voice, not sure just what to do with the fact her boss was hugging her.
“I thought I told you to call me Integra outside of emergency situations. You have nothing to apologize for Max. I can understand how you feel. I too lost my entire family in one day, leaving me with only Walter and Alucard,” the taller woman confessed, pulling away to look the brunette in the eyes. Max could only look at her stunned before giving the intimidating woman a hug of her own. She hadn't known that about the heiress but was glad she felt comfortable enough to share it.
Then they both pulled away at the same time, Integra's glasses flashing as her piercing gaze moved to the seemingly impassive monster. “You both have the day off but I expect you here in the morning,” she declared, dismissing them with a wave of a gloved hand. Then she was turning her tan clad back to them as Alucard gently led Max out of the office and back down below. Opening his door for her, he waited for her to enter before coming in himself and closing the steel entry behind him.
“Please sit with me while I eat,” the vampire requested, prowling over to the table that he had left his blood bag on. Picking up the plastic sack in a gloved hand, he fixed his expectant gaze on her.
Giving the dark creature a tired smile, the sad female moved to the only chair he had; the large, velvet covered throne. As soon as she got close enough, she found herself being picked up and placed in his lap as he sat down; the arm that wasn't holding up the donation bag cradling her lovingly. “Are you comfortable?” he rumbled, concern evident in his deep voice. The soldier only nodded, grateful for his scent and nearness. Then she was nestling into his cotton covered chest, heaving a watery sigh as more tears escaped her closed eyes. The demon holding her made a distressed noise as she felt his cold tongue lapping away the small droplets of moisture.
“Please, do not cry anymore,” Alucard pleaded in a distressed voice, his long nose rubbing along hers affectionately as he released low purrs in an effort to calm her.
Smiling sadly, the soldier only shook her head. “I'm afraid I just can't help it. I know he wouldn't want me to be this miserable but I can't keep bottling up this pain. I loved him at one time, as I've told you. He was the closest I ever came to have what you would call a mate,” she replied, clutching the lapels of his jacket as she burrowed her face in his vest. Alucard only made a small, whimpering noise as he nuzzled the top of her head. Then he was raising the bag of donated blood and biting into it with the growling hiss that made her insides quiver.
When he was finished, he tossed the empty sack away to grab her chin and force her to look up at him. The tears he saw drew another distressed noise as his faintly beating heart clenched in his unmoving chest. Licking them away, he gathered her small form against him and began to purr steadily. Just hearing that noise as well as his ministrations helped the distraught woman calm and she sighed heavily. “We have to spread his ashes,” she whispered, shocking the concerned creature holding her.
“It isn't right to keep his remains in an urn like a trophy. He deserves to have his remains spread on his native soil,” she continued before he could ask.
“Romania, he was born in Romania. I could smell it in his blood,” Alucard rumbled, answering her unanswered question about where her adopted father had come from.
“When do you think we can go? I'd like to just get this done with so I can move on. Hanging onto his remains will only make that harder,” she whispered, doing her best to ignored the feeling of a vise clamping around her heart.
“We can leave anytime you wish, as long as I inform my master,” he rumbled, filling with pride at her strength. Such a decision couldn't have been easy but it was truly the best one she could have come to.
“Do we have to travel in the horrible limbo again?” Max groaned, her stomach flipping as fear filled her at the mere idea.
“I'm afraid so but don't worry. I will protect you,” he assured before sending out a mental message to the heiress upstairs.
Integra was alone in her office for once, sending Walter off on the pretense of getting her some tea. In actuality, the normally tough, stone-faced woman needed a moment alone to sob. Just hearing Max's sorrow had brought back her own tenfold. She could sympathize with the younger woman, being alone in the world was hard. Tears streaming silently down her face, the older but still beautiful femme took a long drag from his cigarillo. Then she was carefully removing her glasses to wipe at her streaming eyes. No matter how bad she felt for the soldier, it wouldn't do for one of her men to walk in and see her like this. Especially Walter. 'Master? What's wrong?' came a familiar half welcome, half unwelcome rumble in her head.
'Nothing to concern yourself over. Talking to Max opened some old wounds. Is there something you want?' she sighed over their connection, feeling the ghost of his touch wiping away her tears. Even with his soulmate by his side, he still felt the need to offer comfort; a fact that warmed her heart. One of her largest fears was being left behind by the vampire. He was the only piece of her family left, her only link to her long dead relatives.
'Shhh, there is no need to feel sorrow for them. They have been long in their graves and your pain will benefit no one. As for what I want, it is more what Maxine wants. She wants to go to Romania to spread Raoul's ashes,' he responded, his deep voice tinged with sympathy. Just hearing that made those blasted tears rise up again as her heart clenched in her chest.
'Of course. Stay in contact and let me know when you're heading back,' Integra responded, wiping her eyes irritably. Having emotions was usually frowned upon by those above her and if anyone from the 'Round Table' came by now, they would denounce her as no more than the emotionally driven female they assumed she was. She wasn't about to lose the respect she had fought so long and hard for and stubbornly shoved her love and respect for the plucky warrior in a metal lock box in the back of her mind.
Alucard stared up at the ceiling, a worried grimace on his handsome face. An expression that was quickly replaced by a gentle, loving smile. “Master has given her okay,” he rumbled, picking her up in his arms as he straightened.
“Is she okay? You seem a bit worried,” Max remarked, noticing his discomfiture despite his efforts to hide it.
“She is… remembering things best forgotten. Things that only bring her pain. Come, we will spread your father's ashes,” the crimson clad demon rasped, using one of his shadows to grab the urn and bring it to him.
“Now take a deep breath,” he urged, waiting until she had done so before taking them both into the horror of the between.
It was just as bad as she remembered and she found herself burying her face in Alucard's muscled chest. Even with her eyes closed, she could feel the darkness, the sheer emptiness pressing on her consciousness and it was a fight to keep from going mad. Just as her lungs were starting to burn for air, they suddenly appeared in the middle of some rather derelict looking ruins. Upon further examination, they looked like part of an ancient castle; one that had been torn down by human hands. Some of the damage was from nature but most appeared to be deliberate. “Ah, it seems my subjects were more bitter than I had realized when I left them,” the shadowy demon sighed as he gently set her on her feet.
“Ugh, do you mean this used to be your home?” the nauseated female groaned, clutching her heaving gullet and taking deep breaths. Even as she looked around, she found herself remembering where rooms were and what paintings had hung where. It was almost as if she was seeing the ghost of the past super-imposed over the present.
“Our home love. It was never a home again after you and our child died,” he replied in a gruff whisper, a couple blood tears running down his alabaster cheeks.
Max could only nod in agreement, her eyes looking around what remained of a home they had spent many a happy month in. They had fallen in love in these halls, had made love for the first time in a long gone bedroom. A hand on her shoulder drew her out of her thoughts and she found herself looking up at a rather distraught Alucard. “Let us get this over with and go home,” he suggested in an almost pleading tone. It seemed like being here was awakening his own memories and they were hurting him.
“Are you sure you're okay with doing it here?” the soldier asked, looking from the urn to her dark companion.
“Yes, he was a man of honor near the end and I misjudged him badly,” he replied, a ghost of his mustache appearing on his upper lip and a faint blue swirling in his sunset eyes. Maxine couldn't help but beam up at him as her heart filled with love for her companion. Yet, under that, she felt a deep sorrow for what she was about to do.
Taking a deep breath and releasing it, she brought up the black object to press a kiss to its cool side. “I love you Raoul. I hope your are happy, wherever you are,” she whispered before opening the urn and dumping out the pile of ash. The dust swirled around, briefly forming into a silhouette of her father and touching her cheek.
'I am my daughter. Do not mourn me anymore. Be happy with your soulmate,' his voice whispered on the wind just before the shade blew away. The pair stood in silence for awhile before Alucard picked her up in his arms once more, disappearing into the between to travel back to Hellsing.
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