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Midian Evolution	By : Savaial Category: Hellsing > Het - Male/Female Views: 35434 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Hellsing, and I don't want to own. Hellsing is the intellectual property of Kouta Hirano. I have the utmost respect for him. I make no money using his characters.

Chapter List
- 1-Midian Evolution
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When Master threw the bleeding, unconscious Paul Jonas at Integra�s feet, she stood and merely looked at the man a long moment. Slowly, she took a luxurious drag of her cigar. Her eyes reflected as near-colorless, pale light.

I shivered. Integra had the power to frighten me. Right now she seemed more than scary. A deadly calm surrounded her, an utter stillness weighted down with cold judgment.

�Did he talk?� Those three words fell into the air and cut all the way down.

�No, but I can see in his head.� Master cast a sidelong glance at Anderson, who seemed much less composed than he�d been in the church. �Neo-Thelema does take the credit for targeting the Police Girl. Jhonas is their �fixer�, from what I see. He promised to help get rid of Hellsing�s vampires in exchange for membership, and the collection of the serum was his proof of loyalty.�

�Loyalty,� Integra murmured. �A forcibly retired priest with a penchant for little boys, making an alliance with werewolf-created freaks who work with black magic users under the Nazi flag.� Integra inhaled again and blew a plume of smoke on our prisoner. �It�s like a cheap horror movie plot.�

Suddenly, Integra drew back her femininely styled wing tip shoe and kicked Jhonas viciously in the abdomen. �Regardless of how ridiculous,� she said, pulling back for another kick, �he�s a perverted slime who nearly killed Walter.�

Jhonas groaned and awakened, clutching at his belly. Integra kicked his hands the next time, and I heard finger bones breaking along with all the incoherent hollering.
I didn�t care what she did to Jhonas; he�d nearly been my ruin, and I loved Walter. I�d been sick with worry over my best friend.

�Who is your leader?� Integra asked coldly.

�M-Malory Constance,� Jhonas gasped, trying to curl up into a ball.

�Alucard?� Integra prompted.

�It bears up with his thoughts,� my master said smoothly. �The Police Girl took a few notes.�

I produced my field notebook and handed it to Integra. She stopped raining down abuse on Jhonas long enough to read my few notes. �Good,� she intoned, tearing out the relevant pages and tucking them into her pocket. �I�m finished with him; I don�t dare do more. You two may do as you like with this scum.�

I wondered at Integra�s use of words. Did she worry she�d become like Master and I, that our violent influence would taint her somehow? She was a warrior, too, so that didn�t make any sense.

Alucard snagged Jhonas by the hair once more while grinning at his master. �Generous of you, my master,� he said. �You know how I enjoy playing with my food.�

Jhonas gasped, groaned, and began a litany that sounded like prayer.

Integra smiled faintly. �Be ready for the wedding tomorrow afternoon. I had Julianna take your tuxedo to your quarters.� Integra�s eyes flicked over Anderson. �You�re welcome to attend, Anderson, if you can stomach the blasphemy.�

Anderson curled his lip and did not reply.

�Seras, your gown is hanging in your closet.� Integra stubbed out her cigar and smiled at me. �Julianna promised she could do your hair tomorrow.�

�Great,� I said weakly. I hated the idea of sitting under a blistering hair dryer to secure some elaborate style.

We left Integra, Master dragging the crying Jhonas. He walked slowly, probably to draw out the torture. Once inside his rooms, Alucard flung Jhonas to the far wall. �He�s all yours, Anderson,� he said, startling us both.

�Mine?� Anderson cracked his knuckles.

�Don�t you want him?� Master sat on his throne-like chair, dragging me with him.
Jhonas crawled past us and began tugging on the doorknob frantically. He couldn�t get it open, not with Master�s will keeping it locked.

�Yes, I do,� Anderson said. �Not that I�d care to rip him apart bare handed, but I want my summoning power.�

Alucard blinked. �Irritate me with a bid for freedom and I�ll make you suffer.�

Anderson grinned, drew two bayonets and began his play.

When do you think you�ll convince him to fight for us? I asked Master. He�d started petting my hair and shivery delight coasted down my spine rhythmically. I could easily figure out that he�d given Jhonas to Anderson as a sort of reward. Master could reward and punish to go with his tailoring of someone.

It might take awhile, Master admitted. Still�

I felt his mind reaching out for someone.

Master?

Isn�t that pretty Italian, Julianna, a Catholic? Master asked.

I think so, Master.

A knock came at the door. Julianna peered inside. �You wanted me, Master Alucard?� she asked politely. I admired her nerve. The soldiers didn�t have such measured heartbeats when confronting Alucard or me. She also didn�t pay much attention to the carnage going on immediately to her left.

She was a gorgeous woman, too. She had skin the color of cream-coffee, huge, dark eyes of mahogany, and thick, black, spiral-curled hair that fell nearly to her knees.
I knew Master�s game, then. A de-frocked priest no longer suffered under vows of celibacy.

�I want to see how you�ll arrange my Sotie�s hair tomorrow,� Master told Julianna, grinning.

�Oh, yes, sir,� Julianna said, entering. She had to step right past Anderson and Jhonas, but her eyes didn�t move away from us to view that slow, torturous, noisy murder. She came to me and began quietly explaining her plans, holding my hair this way and that and chatting with my master as if he were a knowledgeable hairdresser.

That was funny. Master didn�t even comb his hair.

Anderson shoved a bayonet up Paul Jhonas� rectum so hard that the blood erupted from his mouth like a geyser. The man tried to scream, but failed. He collapsed in his slow death-throes, and Anderson stepped back to watch, grinning like a mad man.

Like Master, actually.

At Jhonas� last, dying spasm, Anderson�s green eyes flicked toward us. He did a double-take.

�Anderson,� Master said softly. �Allow me to introduce Hellsing�s head chef. She�ll be lending an unrelated talent tomorrow as my Sotie�s hair-fixer.�

Julianna turned and favored the ex-priest with a beautiful, soft smile. �Father,� she said, bowing just a little.

�No� annaemore,� Anderson said, but he returned her bow with genteel grace. His eyes rested on her rosary, and I saw gleaming green approval.

�Are you clear on your hairstyle?� Master asked me.

I straightened with a jerk. I hadn�t heard a word of what Julianna had said to me over my stupid hair, and he had to know that. �Yes, Master,� I said, grinning inwardly.

�Good.� Alucard stroked my cheek, making me tremble. �Julianna, would you take Father Anderson to the kitchens and feed him? He hasn�t eaten in quite awhile.�

Julianna bowed again. �I�d be honored,� she said simply.

Master, you can control him from so far away?

That�s the sweet part, sotia mea, he said. The longer I have control over him, the easier that control becomes. I can now direct what he does over several kilometers. In a few more days, I can control him from across an ocean.

Anderson, perhaps wondering the same thing I had, gave my master a long and searching look.

Master grinned his wolfish grin. �Go with her, my vitriolic ex-priest,� he bade lowly, using Integra�s turn of phrase as his own. �You need to eat. Even Regenerators get hungry.�

Anderson obediently followed Junianna out, leaving Alucard and I alone for the first time in quite awhile.

�So, Sotie,� Alucard said, his hand dropping down to my throat and spreading out. �Do you still think Anderson would never fight for Hellsing?�

�I�m sure you�re a better judge of men than I am, Master.� I thought of his experience and age. �My doubts come from his basic self; he�s very combative.�

�Men like him need an outlet, need to fight.� Alucard dipped his wandering hand to my waist and inside the cassock. �Yes, his devotion to Catholicism makes him difficult to persuade, but I�m not asking him to give up how he worships. Once he realizes that, he�ll fall under our guidance fairly quickly.� He stroked my skin unhurriedly, seeming to savor the feel of me. �In any case, his church abandoned him, not the other way around. Without the support of his church, he�ll turn to another resource. He�s been built to rely upon structure. But, now he has no pontiff to placate, and no comforting, reinforced bigotry.�

�Master?� I swallowed hard. He made it so difficult to think! �If his church truly abandoned him, why can he still summon the bayonets at all? Where is his power coming from?�

�From himself, Sotie.� Master pulled me backward to nuzzle my neck. �God is not a doctrine or a church. Maxwell can take Anderson�s title, but he can�t take his religion.�

�Oh.� I tilted and shifted to allow him better access. �So, do you think he�ll find Julianna tempting?�

�Yes.� Master�s blew across my earlobe, prompting a barrage of goose bumps.

�W-why, Master?�

�Because, my pretty little Police Girl, Julianna represents a link to his upbringing. She is something familiar and comforting in an alien land. She will ease his transition, make him more comfortable coming to terms with his outsider status.� Master nipped my lobe, now, and I felt wetness gathering between my legs. I thought I could cut glass with my nipples.

�He�ll take any familiarity,� Master went on. �From there, temptation follows. He isn�t a priest anymore; there�s no reason for him to deny wetting his cock.�

I shivered and gripped my master�s hard thighs. �If you want a drink, you know you don�t have to ask me.�

�I know. I just enjoy feeling your anticipation grow,� he said, chuckling. �You enjoy it so much when I bite you.�

�Yes, I do.� I enjoyed any attention from him, not just the biting.

Master sunk his teeth into me. I gasped, writhing upon him and feeling his growing harness underneath me.

You�re a pleasure, a delight, Master sighed in my mind. I love drinking from you. Many times I believed I�d found an eternal winepress, but you really are. You have the flavor of the living with the delicious aftertaste of darkness.

Master�

I wanted so badly to tell him how I felt. Words of love and praise and adoration burned inside me. I damned them up behind the wall of my mental defenses, saving him from my feelings. Saving me from my feelings, too.

He drank from me for only a few minutes, but it made our bond purr in satisfaction. I knew that if I ever had to part from him, that bond would probably kill me. I didn�t care. Life or unlife would be nothing without my master.

You�re very quiet, Sotie.

I�m content, Master. And, I was. I understood he could never love me, but as long as he let me stay with him, I�d feel all right. Yes, it hurt. But, even unlife is painful.

Contentment? In a Midian, contentment is very rare.

It�s probably rare for the living as well, Master, but I�m not average.

Alucard chuckled richly. Agreed, on both points.

I drifted awhile, enjoying our closeness. His hardness slowly dissipated. I knew that one of these nights I�d end up dealing with it personally.

Anderson returned. He staggered around a moment before collapsing into a corner. He shut his eyes and sighed, becoming very still. I heard his stomach processing a load of food, and it made me giggle. He cracked an eye open. �What amuses you, vampire lass?�

�Your stomach�s full,� I said, I replied, giggling again. �Everyone here loves Julianna�s cooking, except for Master and I, of course.�

�She made lasagna,� Master said, joining the fun. �I smell it.�

I did, too.

Anderson curled his lip at us, his general response to any of us heathens. �Blood drinkers,� he said in disgust.

�Oh, come on.� I slid down from Master�s lap and plopped down beside the ex-priest. When I grinned at him, he shivered.

�I don�t understand how ye k�be half-alive,� Anderson stated. �It makes you unnatural twice over.�

�Nobody understands,� I said solemnly. �Does that mean you can only half hate me?�

Anderson�s startled, disbelieving look made Master give a short, honest laugh. �No, no, Seras,� he said, pre-empting our prisoner. �You�re still a Protestant from a dirty, godless land, remember. You�re also female, which is another strike against you in the Church�s eyes.�

�Is that true?� I looked at Anderson. �Do you hate me because I�m female?�

Anderson frowned. He turned his head to the side, took his glasses off and cleaned them with the hem of his turtleneck sweater. �Eve�s duplicity is well understood,� he said flatly.

I frowned at him. �I didn�t ask to be born at all, nor to be born female! Don�t you dare feel superior to me because you�ve got a cock!�

It spoke of my anger that I could even say that word. Maybe that piece of paper, that list Walter gave me had some use already.

Master began laughing hard enough to ooze down in his chair.

�It isn�t as if you even use it!� I went on, just seething. �Isn�t not using it the same thing as not having one?�

Mute, Anderson stared at me as if I�d lost my mind.

�Don�t look at me like that!� I stood up and started pacing in front of him. �I hate that shit! Throw out some prejudice and then act all amazed when your victim gets upset, like I�m crazy or something!�

Master�s laughter turned nearly hysterical.

�Tell you what, Angel Dust,� I said, stopping right in front of him and glaring down. �You use yours and I�ll consider your opinion!�

I marched out, leaving the woman-hater and the woman-lover together.

Men.

Alive or dead, they were two sides of the same coin.
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