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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: And thus begins 'Mother Hen' Alucard. I'm sorry, I just find it adorable to make him all hovery and worried.
Chapter Thirty: First Month Annoyances
If she wasn't pregnant, then this was the worst flu she had ever had in her life. For what felt like the tenth time, Max bent over the toilet that Seras had so graciously offered her. Being undead made it so the dark creatures didn't have to expel waste and the toilet had been installed to make the newborn feel more at ease. That certainly wasn't the case with the centuries old Alucard. She had barely made it to the draculina's room so it was a very near thing to make it to the bathroom. Gagging helplessly, the soldier cursed Mother Nature for this cruel trick of biology. In the midst of her misery, she felt a soothing hand on her back.
Not even having to turn around to know it was Alucard, Maxine was honestly grateful for the comfort of his mere presence. Soon the most recent wave ebbed and she was able to pull away from the lip of the toilet. Before she could wipe the drool from her chin, she felt a silken cloth do the job for her. “Thanks,” she whispered, shuddering slightly from the chill that was ever present in the dungeon. Making a concerned noise, the red clad nosferatu bent down to look at her face. Pursing his lips, he pressed a gloved hand to her pajama clad stomach. Then he was murmuring something, the nausea inside her seeming to ebb with what was coming out of his mouth.
“Wh-what are you…,” she began, only to earn a look that commanded her silence. Blinking, Max simply kept quiet until he stopped uttering what she could only assume was a long dead language. Once he was finished, she noticed she felt a lot better.
“I was soothing our child. Come, we must move you to warmer quarters for the time being,” he growled, a steely edge to his voice as he picked her up in his leather clad arms.
“Did I do something wrong?” she asked in a small voice, finding his anger very off putting. The creature carrying her only gave her a look that asked if she was insane, his expression getting no less severe. Yet, under that, there was the barest thread of fear.
“Of course you didn't. Surely you can see why I am worried for you beloved,” the demon rumbled, his expression softening just slightly as he walked right past his closed door.
“Y-you aren't even going to stop to let me get dressed?!” Maxine protested, anger slightly tinging her voice.
“No, you are chilled. I will not take the chance that you'll catch an illness in your condition. Carrying a dhampire will be demanding enough on your body,” he sighed, nuzzling her cheek as he continued up the stairs and up the second set up stairs that lead to Integra's office as well as the extra rooms reserved for guests and some servants.
“Well at least let me walk on my own,” the warrior sighed, despite know full well what his response would be. Just as she predicted, the Prince of Shadows merely gave her an incredulous look as he continued to carry her.
“Just thought I'd try,” the resigned female sighed, doing her best to ignore the stares she got from the men she had previously worked with.
“So what does a pregnancy like this entail?” she whispered as they reached the landing and traveled down the long hall. That simple question made Alucard stop mid step, a strange look coming over his pale face.
“It is a rare occurrence so not much is known about dhampire pregnancies. The mother is usually severely weakened as the fetus grows within her. The growth of the hybrid child is also accelerated, lasting only five months compared to a human's nine. We will need to be sure to make sure you can keep nutrition in you for at least the first two months. After that the morning sickness should be gone,” he responded, stopping in front of his mistresses' office. Before he could even release her legs to knock, Walter was opening the door.
“Ah, Alucard! Sir Integra just sent me to find you. It occurs to us both that those dungeons are no place for Ms. Stone in her delicate condition,” the wizened butler declared, his blue eyes traveling to the warrior in the nosferatu's arms.
“Is that Alucard? Send that beast in,” called the heiress, a slight hint of amusement in her stern voice. Just hearing this playful banter made the tense expression on the creature's face to melt into his normal mischievous grin. Then he was strutting in, acting like the woman he held was his conquered prize. Seeing him with his cocksure smirk made Max giggle and roll her eyes. He could act like a badass but she had seen his tender side, there was no way she would be unable to see him as anything other than her loving mate.
Integra's glasses hidden eyes lit up at the sight of the pair, all earlier worry about their association gone. Despite her worries, her servant had proven himself loyal despite regaining his memories. One of her largest fears was his righteous fury at what her ancestors had done to the proud creature. “I'm willing to give you both Max's old rooms. You are free to use them as they wish, they are now yours,” the Hellsing commander announced, her sympathetic eyes traveling to the slightly green looking soldier.
“Thank you Integra,” the weak, woozy looking woman whispered, looking on the verge of passing out in Alucard's hold.
“Take care of her Vlad,” the platinum haired femme half ordered, before dismissing them with a wave of her tan gloved hand. The dark being bowed to her with a soft look on his noble face, then he turned on his heals and carried his mate to their new room.
“Ugh, is this going to be normal? When I'm not vomiting from my eyes I'm going to be sleeping?” she sighed, feeling exhaustion wash over her in a thick wave. Her sentence caused the vampire to look down at her with concern before he realized she was sort of joking via over exaggeration.
“It appears to be,” he responded, nuzzling her nose affectionately as he laid her in her old bed and covered her with a thick blanket.
“Rest now beloved, I won't leave your side,” he assured, using his shadows to close the door as his mate drifted into a deep sleep.
The sound of boots echoed through the large, empty hall as a tall, darkly clad figure paced. “Patience Radu, the time is not yet right,” hissed a horrifying facsimile of a female voice. There, on the throne that faced the fireplace, sat a thing that looked like it had never been alive. It looked more like a dried out mummy than anything that resembled a human female. Both eyes were horribly deformed, one a closed bulge while the other was merely a wrinkled slit that shined with maleficence. Her nose looked like it had been eaten away by decay and her tight lips stretched above her protruding teeth, only serving to add to her corpse-like appearance.
“I have no patience left!” he snarled, his voice rising into a strangled sounding yell. Blood and drool dripped freely from his mouth due to his over-large, dual top fangs. The sharp teeth constantly mutilated his tongue, forcing the muscle to be in a constant state of bleeding and healing.
“And look at what that has gotten you? You have had many failures,” came the thing's crone-like croon, a dry cackle leaving it's wasted, leather covered body.
“No, this time you will wait like I tell you. You did not go through the trouble of resurrecting me just to ignore my advice,” the thing sighed, watching her son with suspicious eyes. The wretch had tried to kill her many times before when she had displeased him but even Hell didn't seem to want her poisoned soul, making it very easy to resurrect her whenever he pleased. Usually all it took was a few drops of his tainted blood and she would be back to her full strength.
“But mommy, why must I wait? I could go at any time and appear where she is! Stealing her would be a small matter,” the ghastly thing that was the corpse's son whimpered, almost sounding like a petulant child.
“Silence! I have already told you this before! This time listen because I will not repeat myself. I have read the bones as well as the ancient signs in the magical currents. The time that will be best for your attempt will be on the third full moon from now,” the crone chided, her shrill voice sounding impatient.
“Two more months! What am I supposed to do with all that time,” the abomination protested, stress clear on his skull-like face.
“Build an army,” she cackled, making Radu pause before he began to laugh as well; the horrifying noises scaring away any animals that were near.
It had only been two days and Max was already finding herself wishing for death. Her shoulder length, ebony hair was plastered to her slightly gray skin with sweat as she dry heaved into the toilet. Alucard, who had almost been her shadow, was soothing her gently; doing his best to use his powers to quell the turmoil inside her. It seemed as time went on it got less and less effective, to both of their distresses. Because of this, the soldier had been unable to keep down any food; having to rely on infrequent transfusions of blood from Alucard. Soon that would no longer viable either without a long break, not unless she wanted to risk turning and possibly aborting the pregnancy.
When the wave passed, Alucard carefully picked her up in his arms and carried her to her freshly changed bed. As her condition worsened, the dark male grew more and more grateful for the nearness of Walter and his mistress. As it turned out, his trust in the pair was integral when it came to the care of his ailing mate. They had been a few of a very small group allowed to enter and leave freely due to them offering valuable information that at least offered temporary relief. The latest thing they had discovered had been a broth, Walter being the one to find the recipe in an untranslated scripture written by an ancient midwife. It seemed she had a fair amount of knowledge about hybrid pregnancies but so far only the recipe had been able to be translated.
It was a strange mixture whose ingredients were best not to dwell on but it seemed to be the only thing the poor female would be able to hold down. Unfortunately that didn't stop her early morning dry heaves, their violence seeming to make up for the peace the concoction offered. If it hadn't been for the fact that she seemed to be keeping a healthy weight, Alucard would have honestly questioned the amount of good it was doing her. “Try to get some rest. Walter will be here with your soup soon,” the crimson clad creature purred softly, pressing a loving kiss to her sweaty forehead as he dragged the covers over her shivering body.
“C-can you get Seras?” the ill female whispered, her emerald eyes full of pleading. For the past few days, the blonde had been her only distraction from the misery she felt. The broth helped her stomach, sure, but it did nothing to ease the discomfort of the sudden growth spurts the fetus had seemed to go through at random. She felt a bit bloated and uncomfortable despite there were no outward signs of her current condition. As miserable as she felt now, Alucard's earlier words made her worry spike. She had another month of this horrible, sickly feeling in the pit of her stomach. She honestly didn't think she could withstand it.
“I have already summoned her. She is on her way with a few movies for you two to watch,” he rumbled, concern clear in his burning orbs as he hovered by her bedside. He was skeptical about the soup's ability to sustain her without his blood when he would have to stop giving it to her in a few days. If she started to waste away, he had no idea what he would do.
A knock interrupted his distressing thoughts and he went to the door to admit Walter. The aged butler carried a tray with his blood ration and Max's soup on it. “How are you feeling this morning Ms. Stone?” the former 'Angel of Death' whispered, allowing the vampire to take his blood packet before moving toward the ailing warrior.
“Like I'm carrying the spawn of Satan himself in my womb,” she joked, a tired smile on her face as she pulled herself into a sitting position. The older male could only chuckle as he set the silver tray on her lap.
“You wouldn't be too far off in that assessment,” the former killer joked along with her, earning a baleful glare from the shadowy creature in the middle of the room. Maxine burst out into laughter, tears of mirth rolling down her paper white cheeks.
“Oh the look on your face Vlad. You look as if you've swallowed a puffer fish,” she cackled, forgetting herself and using his birth name. Once she realized what had come out of her mouth, she clapped a hand over it with a horrified expression. Alucard also went stiff, as if expecting trouble.
Instead of seeming shocked or angry, Walter merely smiled. “Surely you didn't think we would think you would never find out Alucard's given name? Especially with the both of you regaining the memories of your past lives. Feel free to address him as you wish,” the servant assured, bowing before taking his leave. As soon as he was gone, Alucard was sitting on the bed and gently feeding her despite her embarrassed protests.
“I can feed myself!” she protested heatedly, only to be ignored by the powerful demon. Sighing, Max simply resigned herself to what was going on and stopped fighting. Soon all the soup was gone and the bowl set aside.
“Are you feeling better?” the worried demon whispered, nuzzling her lovingly as Seras slowly slipped into the room and closed the door.
“How is she Alucard?” the former officer asked, her sunset gaze fixed on her 'sister'.
“Can we not focus on how I feel right now? I wanted Seras to help distract me from how awful I was feeling. Tell me about Pip,” the weary soldier begged, giggling at the growl Alucard released merely hearing the mercenary's name. The spiky haired vampiress also chuckled, taking a seat beside the too pale female.
“He's been so sweet and loving. He's even found a way to make the act of giving me my favorite type of blood romantic. He's also made damn sure all the catcalling stopped and I have to say I feel a bit better without the constant wolf whistles,” the ex-police woman replied, a soft look in her orangeish-red eyes. Maxine couldn't help but return the smile, her verdant eyes traveling to her mate.
The dark creature palmed his blood ration, a thoughtful look in his glowing eyes. “I am glad you have found happiness my Childe,” he rumbled before biting into the bag with a low hiss. Both females tensed, their eyes dilating as their lower bellies flooded with desire in sync. Smelling the two females' arousal ripped a deep purr from the nosferatu's chest and he drained his ration quickly, tossing the sac to one side before stalking toward the pair. His quickly darkening eyes moved from one to the other before he moved to Maxine and took her lips in a rather aggressive kiss.
Seras could only watch, her mouth hanging open as lust helplessly began to fill her body. She was well over her crush for her former master but that didn't stop her from being affected by the thick scent of lust filling the small room. Beginning to get uncomfortable with the feeling filling her body, the young draculina cleared her throat, breaking the moment like a delicate thread. The pair broke apart, Alucard releasing a deep noise that called to a hidden part of her. “I will leave you two to have some time alone. Call if you have need of me,” the worried creature husked, nuzzling her cheek one last time before getting to his feet and leaving.
“He really loves you,” Seras sighed, a slightly dopey tone to her light voice. Max only giggled before smacking the other female in the face with a pillow.
“Let's watch some 'Dirty Dancing',” the dark haired soldier suggested with a grin, getting comfortable as her friend put in the movie.
“I don't like it, the thing has been quiet for too long,” the severe heiress hissed, pacing back and forth with her hands clasped behind the small of her back. Walter and Alucard watched her quietly, each wearing identical expressions of worry.
“I don't like it either. He should have made a move by now,” the vampire whispered, hint of a rasp to his deep voice.
“See if you can find any sign of him,” the platinum haired femme hissed out her glasses flashing as she brought a cigarillo to her pursed lips.
Radu dragged another female into the shadows, draining her as he groped her soft breasts. Her body felt pleasant enough under his unnatural hands but it was no substitute for his pretty one. She had possibly been the only being he had been able to bring himself to love in his twisted way. He had grown almost gentle around her before she had taken his life and plunged his heart into pain. It had felt like an eternity until he had seen her again, only being able to find her through that useless fool. She looked more battle hardened and her face was a bit longer but it was still her, it was Michelle all over again. “Oh Michelle, how I ache for you my beloved,” rasped the abomination as he shared just enough of his blood to turn the almost corpse in his hands into a ghoul.
Just as his new minion rose, he felt the faint tingle of a familiar dark power looking for him. Gathering his small army in his shadows, the hybrid disappeared back into the safety of his castle. With his mother 'alive', she was able to hide his presence with sigils and runes when he was inside. As soon as he resolidified, he sent the shambling husks down to the dungeon in the basement. He couldn't bear the sight or smell of them and only wanted to interact with them when absolutely necessary. Sighing gruffly, the towering monstrosity flopped in his large throne and tiredly reached for the Bloodstone. If a casual observer were to see him, they would have thought he looked sad or lonely. Michelle had been the first fledgling he had ever loved, ever actually wanted to protect.
Tipping the mounted, blood filled stone up to his lips, Radu's throat moved as he took long swallows from the sacred object. He could feel power filling his veins but that didn't bring the normal rush of euphoria. Lowering what he considered his birthright, the ghoulish looking creature simply stared ahead at nothing as he played Michelle's death over and over in his head. Two blood tears rolled down his hollowed cheeks unconsciously as he watched her plunge the knife into her chest in his mind, wishing he could have done more to stop her. “Oh Michelle,” he sighed in a heartbroken rasp, his too long fingers covering his horrifying face. He didn't see his mother glaring at him from the left entry to the room.
“To think a female would bring my son to such a state,” she hissed, a hateful gleam in her one eye. Ever since she had been brought back, she had seen no end to her spawn's pining and it made her ill. One like Radu shouldn't feel anything, let alone love! She would have to make sure to bring an end to this foolishness once and for all. Cackling quietly, the rotted witch turned and went back to the dining room. She had a lot to prepare for after all.
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