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Never Forget Where You've Been	By : BishiMistress Category: +S to Z > Trinity Blood Views: 4142 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Darkephoenix: Glad you liked the chapter. Yeah, I'm just sorry he had to die. What kind of author am I? (a bitchy one ;P)Thanks! This whole bloody story is all about looking forward and back. Makes me dizzy sometimes! SQUEEEE! I read and enjoyed the last chapter your posted! Thank you so much for the praise, and btw, a betta is a siamese fighting fish. I've got lots

DarkCrusnikMagician: I KNOW! I'm such a closet slut I'm totally DYING to write another scene between Alex and Abel! RawR! I can't stand it, but the angstiness must be done. Sqeeeeeeeee, the children are coming up, the children are coming up!

winterfrau: I don't know where the casablanca ending seemed to fit. I haven't entirely decided where I want their relationship to go in all honesty. I mean, obviously there's tension and it's not like he isn't try, bless his heart. But he did do a very bad thing, and she learned to move on, so i don't know. Sex will be involved, but maybe that'll be one of her mistakes? I dunno, but now you've got me wondering how happily ever after I want things to be....hmmm... glad you liked the chapter, but what confused you?

I would like to announce (not that anyone cares) that I bought a female betta that looks like Alucard's female equivalent! She's got a black/silver body with red fins that are rimmed in butterfly (transparent) black! She's gorgey and bitchy and I lurvs her! anyway, moving on :P

Chapter 7: Combat Training

Alex and Abel arrived in the kitchens, where the members of Hellsing, Leon, Tres, and William were gathered around a large wooden table. The members of the AX cast curious glances in the direction of Alex and Abel, as they were rarely seen anywhere together, let alone walking into a meeting looking as though they�d spent the day together. Leon beamed, and William shared a small smile with Tres, all of them quite happy to see the two so amiable with one another. The Hellsing members watched the exchange between the other group members with curiosity.

�Good evening, Alexandra, Abel.� The Professor removed his pipe long enough to welcome them to the table.

�Looks like the start to a great night!� Leon winked at them and clapped Abel�s shoulder rather hard, knocking his glasses askew. Alexandra�s face set into a more unreadable expression and she scooted her chair away from Abel enough to let everyone know that nothing real had happened. The AX members were visibly deflated at the display and Abel sighed quietly as a plate of food was set in front of him. Even though they�d just eaten a few hours before, Abel was never one to turn down food, yet he sat staring at his food in morose contemplation as though it were the least appetizing thing he�d seen in a while. Alex noticed his visible let down and reached over to squeeze his knee comfortingly when no one seemed to be looking.

Though Alex didn�t notice, a pair of red eyes were watching her every move from behind a mop of black hair, and the small gesture did not go entirely unnoticed. Seras had also been curious about Alex�s appearance with the tall silver-haired priest, and watched closely as the priest�s appetite seemed miraculously restored, but Alex refused to take a plate for herself. They all ate in relative silence, except for Leon�s boisterous chatting with Tres. Tres had a nervous laugh down perfect and it could be heard under Leon�s booming laugh every time the man made a joke.

Even in his old age, Leon was still vociferous in everything he did. His hair was streaked with grey and white, though he�d managed to maintain some of his original black. Even the hair on his perpetually exposed chest was peppered with white and grey hairs. William�s hair had gone grey before anyone else�s, his experiments driving the color from his wavy locks, finally turning them white altogether. Alexandra found herself reminiscing about the old days when they were all still young. Tres, of course, showed no signs of aging, nor did Alex or Abel. Alexandra was suddenly swept with a wave of grief at the thought of the older men not being present in the years soon to come. She wondered vaguely how anyone managed to survive while their human counterparts, close friends and relatives, died of old age before their very eyes. Alex took a deep breath, forcing the tears down, swallowing deeply. Abel noticed her sudden distress and watched her from the corner of his eye. Everyone seemed to notice and though nobody stared outright, Alex could feel the various gazes in the room resting on her.

Her lips hitched in an unconvincing smile and she continued to stare absently at the table in front of her until, one by one, she could feel lines of sight leaving her. She was annoyed when all but one had gone, insistently boring into her. Raising her own gaze, she found those orange glasses staring at her, another maniacal grin plastered across his fanged features. She realized then, that none of the Hellsing members were eating. They merely sat, watching the others eat, and the image was, overall, quite unsettling. It was like watching a pride of lions as it stalked a heard of grazing Zebra. She shook herself mentally to clear such thoughts from her mind, and instead found herself brooding over the aging AX members again.

�Where is Vaclav?� Alex�s quiet voice broke easily through Leon�s almost-monologue with Tres and the relative quiet of the room.

�He is accompanying Cardinal Sforza to a meeting with His Holiness, I believe.� The Professor regarded her through a small plume of smoke.

�How is he doing?�

�Havel? He�s fine. He gave Tres some time off so he could help us in training.� Leon folded his arms behind his head, leaning back in his chair, a ridiculous grin on his face. He was such a kid. Tres winked and blew a kiss to her and Abel bristled slightly at the android�s mildly flirtatious behavior towards Alex. Alex gave in and cracked a small smile and the two men laughed boisterously, Leon clapping Tres on the shoulder. The professor shook his head and Abel subconsciously scooted closer to Alex. Alex blushed slightly over the commotion and the AX members stopped and smiled warmly at the rose tint that blossomed across her cheeks, a phenomenon not seen for many a year.

�You�re terrible.� Alex rose, biting her lip to hide the smile that threatened to break her usually stoic mask, punching Tres and Leon in the shoulders as she walked by them. She began clearing the plates as both men cradled their injured shoulders, cursing under their breath. Alucard sat back, much like Leon, a wild smirk hitched into place. Integra looked thoroughly bored with the lot of them and Seras and Walter grinned at the mischievous nature of the men of the AX. The professor watched as Leon continued to rub the shoulder Alex had assaulted.

�That�s what you get for poking fun at poor Alexandra.� The professor puffed away nonchalantly.

�Poor Alexandra! Yes, well, many a powerful men have fallen dead at her feet thinking of her as �poor thing�, I�m sure.� Alex turned slowly to regard Leon, a playful grin lighting her features beautifully.

�I assure very few men were fool enough to think of me as a �poor thing� and the ones who did were gone long before they hit the ground. They got precisely what was coming to them, too.� Leon�s eyebrows were pushing their way into his hairline as he gulped visibly. Tres chuckled nervously and Seras, Walter, William, and Abel burst out laughing at Tres�s redundant reply. Alucard was quite obviously amused by her little quip, his eyes having followed her to the sink, where she deposited the dishes.

�All right, buffoons, clear out. We�ve got work to do.� Alex turned and headed for the door, Abel hopping up and dashing to the door to open it for her. Several eyes were rolled and chairs scraped as everyone rose to follow the two. The crew followed Alex�s lead through the winding corridors until they came to a massive round room with a high domed ceiling. The room was lined with long thin windows that let the last stubborn rays of sunlight spill into the room. The design was somewhere between a ballroom and an observatory, and it was perfect for their training. Alex walked the perimeter of the room, waiting for everyone else to file in.

Alex turned to address the crowd, but Tres jogged the few steps to her side and leaned in to whisper to her. Alex gave him an amused look and pulled her mp3 player from her pants pocket. She put one ear bud in her ear and one in his, the others looking on curiously. Abel looked at Leon and Leon shrugged, silently proclaiming his innocence. Tres put a hand on her waist, lifting the other to about shoulder height, palm up. Alex placed her hand in his and a quiet song began that most of the members of the room could hear, despite its soft volume. Tres mouthed something to Alex as a piano intro came to a finish and Alex nodded almost imperceptibly. Tres took the first sweeping steps and Alex followed his lead skillfully, the words of the song rising above the clicking of their shoes on the tiles.

You light me up and then I fall for you
You lay me down and then I call for you
Stumbling on reasons that are far and few
I�d let it all come down and then some for you

They swirled around the room in something like a waltz, the two of them intense in their dramatic movements that seemed fit to this specific song.

�Keep your eyes open, people. Training has begun.�

�Training? This is utterly ridiculous! We didn�t come all the way to the Vatican to vacation for three days and take ballroom dancing lessons!� Integra�s angry voice cut through the room like the crack of a whip, making Walter and Seras stand a little straighter.

�I�m sure there is a point to all this, Master. Let�s just watch.� Alucard�s smooth voice calmed Integra enough to keep her quiet, his characteristic leer in place.

Seras listened intently to the song, enthralled by the couple�s dancing. The way Tres swept her around the room and the way their moves were so coordinated would have made her think they were lovers, had she not seen the earlier displays with the silver-haired priest.

And I know things can�t last forever
But there are lessons that you�ll never learn
Oh, just the scent of you in makes me hurt.

They whirled closer to the others in the room and Tres was smiling, his arm wrapped more fully around Alex�s waist. Abel was visibly irked at their antics, but remained quiet and tried to enjoy their skill.

�So, you gave him lessons, Professor?� Abel�s voice was cool, but his displeasure was obvious anyway.

�Oh yes. Tango too. Isn�t it lovely? His movements aren�t even remotely robotic.� William beamed and Leon cackled loudly. The couple moved into the center of the massive room, slowly, pulling each other closer. Alex�s face was intense, but she wasn�t smiling as Tres was, nor did she appear to harbor a love for her partner. Though it didn�t ruin the image they presented, it did set Seras on edge, wondering what Alex was so intense about, since the dance moves seemed to come naturally.

Can�t you hold me and never let go
When you touch me it is me that you own
Pretty Baby, the place that you hold in my heart
Would you break it apart again. Oh pretty baby

Tres dipped her deep and slow as the singer held a particularly strong note, his face curling toward her abdomen to keep the lines of their stance. Without hesitation, Tres whipped her back up to standing, their feet caught up in the dance again without missing a beat.

Pretty Baby don�t you leave me
I have been saving smiles for you
Pretty Baby why can�t you see
You�re the one that I belong to
I�ll be the embrace that keeps you warm
For you�re the sun that breaks the storm
I�ll be all right and I�ll sleep sound
As long as you keep coming �round

The song trailed off, the singer repeating the same lines and their dance moves became less and less dramatic. Alex slipped the earbud from Tres�s ear and put it in her own, as the song grew quieter and quieter. Tres suddenly gripped Alex�s waist with both hands, turning her to face the group as the song changed into a heavy metal intro. Placing a splayed hand on her abdomen, he leaned Alex back against his chest, his lips nearly pressed against her pale throat as she turned her head to the left. Tres ran his hand up Alex�s right side, from her thigh to her arm, lifting it straight out from her side as he went. Alex smiled and Tres whispered to her again. Alex grinned, her eyes closed, and nodded ever-so-slightly. Tres�s movement was lightening quick and hard to perceive in time, even for the Vampires in the room. He reached behind him, removing a massive gun from his holster in one fluid movement, and slide it into Alex�s hand. A single shot rang out as the song picked up in full swing. The bullet grazed Alucard�s left cheek, a thin streak of blood forming. Alex never opened her eyes and the feral grin that illuminated Alucard�s face was disturbing.

I know your life is empty and you hate to face this world alone
So you�re searching for an angel someone who can make you whole.

Tres gripped Alex�s free wrist, twirling her away from him. She swiftly removed the second of her guns from the holster at his back while he pulled his own from a second set of holsters. Alex took her station at Tres�s back, facing the group in front of him. She tucked her arms under his and her face over his shoulder, and Hellsing was staring down four gun barrels. The expressionless face Alex wore was far more reminiscent of a kill doll than Tres�s. Seras eeped and Alucard laughed outright. Walter smiled, glad to finally have some fun, but integra looked affronted at having a weapon pointed at her face so suddenly.

�Ladies and Gentlemen, you�ve been warned.� The professor puffed at his pipe, looking at Abel and Leon expectantly.

Alex and Tres opened fired, following the members of Hellsing as they dashed around the room to avoid the bullets, their movements blurred by their Vampiric speed. When Alex ran out of bullets, she holstered the guns in her own thigh holsters, pulling her sais from her back. Alucard had pulled his massive Cassul and Jackal guns on Leon and Tres and Walter was sending his wires after Abel, Seras shooting hesitantly at Abel�s retreating steps. Alex leapt into fray, sparks flying as her sais contacted with his wires.

I know that you�ve been damaged, your soul has suffered such abuse
But I am not your savior, I am just as fucked as you.

�Always did like girls with a little spark.� Walter grinned, redirecting his wires. Alex�s face remained emotionless as she allowed the wires to close around her sais. She grunted quietly as she found it harder than she expected to extract them once again. Walter was utterly shocked that she was able to force the wires the way she wanted them to go, despite his best efforts to prevent it.

"Watch yourself, son.� Alex left him to Abel, leaping off the floor at Seras. Seras squeaked and aimed her gun, but refused to shoot at Alex.

�Shoot, Seras!�

�I-I can�t!�

�Yes you can!�

�But I�ll hit you.� Seras winced as Alex caught her arm with the tip of a sai. Seras looked down to see her arm smoking, a familiar burn spreading from the wound.

Please don�t take pity on me... Please don�t take pity on me...

�Yes, you probably will. Just shoot, damn it!� Though Alex�s words were heated, her face remained stoic and Seras took a shot, catching her in the shoulder. Alex landed more heavily then she intended, her arm hanging limp at her side.

�Oh my god! Alexandra, are you okay?� Seras slid to a halt just in front of her, reaching to aid her.

�Don�t touch it, for Heaven�s sake! It�s dislocated. Tres!� Everyone stopped as Alex�s voice rang through the hall. Tres was immediately at attention.

�Yes, My Lady?�

�Give me a hand? It�s already tightening on me.�

�Yes, My Lady.�

�Here, Alex, I can get it.� Abel was closer and moved to help her.

�Stay back, Abel. I know you�re strong enough to do it, but you don�t have the stomach for it. Tres can do it with one try, quick and easy.� Abel flushed slightly, feeling rebuked, but knew deep down that Alexandra was right. Alexandra winced when Tres lifted her arm and positioned it properly.

�I�m sorry, Alexandra.� Tres wore a particularly grim expression, knowing that resetting her arm would be quite painful.

�Just do it and get it over with.� Alex hissed the moment Tres pushed her arm back into it�s socket, her face twisted in pain. She bit down on her cheek to hold in the scream she felt like releasing.

�Are you all right, My Lady?� Tres felt terrible, but knew that it had to be done for her own sake. She�d let limbs go too long before and they�d had to slice through regrown muscle to put it right. Alex turned and spat, getting rid of the blood from her bitten cheek.

�I�m fine.�

�Alexandra, I�m so sorry. We should get you to the infirmary.� Seras�s eyes brimmed with frantic tears and Alex looked at her as though she�d gone soft in the head. Wiggling her arm and rotating it as evidence, Alex insisted she was fine.

"I told you it wasn�t a big deal. Let it go, Seras.�

�But I just shot you! Those rounds are huge, you�ve got to be torn up.� Seras eyed the massive hole in Alex�s leather jacket. Alex smiled a little ruefully, unzipping the jacket and slipping it off the previously injured shoulder. Seras gasped when all that was left was a lightening bruise that covered her entire shoulder and disappeared into the black corset that bound her chest.

�What are you?� Integra made no emotional or stumbling preamble, and her words came more as a demand than a curious request. Alex turned to eye her coldly. The men in the room shivered, save Alucard.

�I am Alexandra de Watteau, mystery of the Great Beyond.� Alex�s scathing remark didn�t phase Integra.

�You are no Terran, but you don�t seem to be a Methuselah or Vampire either. What are you?�

�I am something else, another choice, another bubble to fill in on the test sheet. I am an angel, a devil, a wayward spirit. I am the next rung on the evolutionary chain. Boys, continue without me. Make sure Seras takes her shots.� Alex turned to Abel, looking at him a little forlornly. �I think we�re going to have to show them sooner than we expected.�

�Whenever you�re ready.� Alex nodded, frowning.

�Not now. You show them. I�m tired of old business. I think I�ll go for a walk, get a bite to eat. I�m suddenly quite hungry.�

�Do you need an escort, Lady Alexandra?� Tres looked to Leon, the Professor and Abel for support on the matter, but before they could say anything, Alex replied, her boots thumping on the tiles, the sound rising to the vaulted ceiling.

�I�m a big girl, I can handle myself. Besides, I always dine alone.� The others watched in curious silence as she left, streaks of moonlight from the windows illuminating the tiles in bright patches. Nobody but Abel and Alucard noticed that the blood she�d spat on the floor had disappeared.

My life has been a nightmare, my soul is fractured to the bone
And if I must be lonely I think I�d rather be alone...
You cannot save me, you can�t even save yourself.
I cannot save you, I can�t even save myself...

�Mein Herr, do you wish to feed tonight?� Isaak stood with baited breath, praying a positive answer would come. He made no attempt to hide his hopes and he knew perfectly well that Cain could feel his anticipation. Cain smiled, his back turned to Isaak.

�Isaak, contain yourself. You�re like a high school boy waiting to see his first pair of bare breasts. If you�re not careful you might have to excuse yourself to change your trousers.� Cain turned to face his right hand man, his face a cold mask of disdain. Isaak immediately adopted his usual state of cool, bowing apologetically.

�Forgive me, Mein Herr.�

�Mmm. That�s better.� Cain raised his hand, his fingers curling back toward himself, beckoning the Methuselah to approach. Isaak did so with hidden glee, his anticipation spiking.

�What can I do for you, Mein Herr?� Isaak�s voice was deep and smooth as velvet. If Cain had allowed it, Isaak�s sultry tone would have sent shivers down his spine. He pulled the younger man close to him, pleased when he bent his head to the side to fully expose his neck. Cain leaned close, savoring the uninhibited waves of bliss that were rolling off his all-too-willing partner.

�You are utterly shameless, Isaak.� Cain injected his words with his own seductive tone.

�Only if it pleases Mein Herr.� Isaak�s reply came fast as lightening and smooth as silk, pushing Cain closer to the edge, closer to losing his composure.

�I think you know very well what pleases me, Isaak.� Cain�s cool breath ghosted over the Methuselah�s neck, sending shivers through his limbs. Cain smiled, his fangs grazing the pale throat laid before him in offering. He would not give them what they both wanted so badly until Isaak whispered the magic words.

�Mein Herr, please. I can�t stand it any longer. Please, drink.� Isaak�s fingers wound into the front of Cain�s white robes, his hips rolling against his Master�s in a quiet plea. Cain swallowed a moan, finally at his breaking point.

�Shameless, Isaak.�

�Only for you, Mein Herr.� Cain sunk his fangs in deep with one rough movement. Isaak groaned indecently, his hips rocking against Cain�s insistently. Cain drank deeply, knowing full well that Isaak went on a gluttonous spree sometime earlier in the night in preparation for this very act. Isaak�s mind flared against Cain�s, embracing his thoughts and senses, enveloping them in a lusty haze. Isaak�s erection pressed into Cain�s thigh, further stoking the fire, until Cain�s hips were rocking back in response, his own erection pressing into Isaak�s belly. Cain finally pulled away, lapping at the wounds as they closed.

�So, you haven�t sated yourself with that pitiful little Terran, the one that thinks he�s worth something?� Cain�s gaze met Isaak�s, a dangerous smile showing off his fangs. He pushed the Methuselah backwards as he spoke, pushing him towards the nearest wall.

�No, Mein Herr. You commanded it never be so again.� Isaak�s features took on a very slight note of panic, though he struggled to maintain his cool.

�But you�ve wanted to, haven�t you, Isaak?� Cain pushed him completely against the wall, savoring the small grunt the raven haired man released as his head thumped against the wall. �Don�t lie to me, Isaak. You know I can tell when you do.�

�Forgive me, Mein Herr. I will not lie to you. I have wanted him since our last... coupling.� Isaak bowed his head in contrition, hoping to sway the Crusnik holding him tightly against the wall. His ploy worked.

�What a good boy, Isaak. If you had lied to me, I might have been forced to punish you. I�ll ask you again, did you touch him, Isaak?�

�No, Mein Herr. I swear to you.� Cain held Isaak�s gaze, searching the brown depths, relishing the panic that welled deep inside the Methuselah he held.

�Good boy.� Cain tore at Isaak�s pants, ripping them in his rush to remove them. Isaak shuttered as Cain�s fingers dug into his shoulder. Cain lowered his own pants, hooking Isaak�s right knee onto his elbow as he positioned himself at his entrance.

�Mein Herr.� Isaak�s breathy voice rang in Cain�s ears as the Methuselah wrapped his arms around his Master�s neck. Cain groaned loudly as he slipped easily into Isaak�s heat, meeting little resistance along the way. The younger man was always ready for him, always willing and able to take any punishment Cain could dole out. Cain gave him no time to recover, quickly setting a brutal rhythm that drove Isaak back into the stones of the wall. At some point, Isaak lifted his other leg and wrapped it around Cain�s waist. As Cain drew closer to his climax, he wrapped the long slender fingers of one hand around Isaak�s pale throat, gripping it loosely. Isaak�s only response was to mewl like a cat in heat, a hand dropping down to attend to his own arousal. Cain watched as Isaak pumped himself, reaching around to force the Methuselah to arch his back up off the stones. The move required utter trust on Isaak�s part, as he was only supported now by Cain�s hand on his throat. The utter submission he found in his partner, drove Cain forward, as he struggled to make Isaak finish first. The raven haired Methuselah found that arching his back sent Cain�s arousal flying past that blessed bundle of nerves, his pleasure spiraling higher. A few more thrusts and Isaak found his release, Cain�s name torn from his lips in a spine-tingling sex cry. Cain found his bliss with the contraction of Isaak�s muscles, spending himself deep within his servant�s warmth. As Cain closed his eyes, letting the pleasure of his orgasm wash over him, the only thing that occupied his mind was the vision of Alex in her Crusnik form. He had his first glimpse of her in all these years in her full glory and it only served to intensify his finish. He slowly released Isaak, disengaging himself delicately.

�Clean yourself up, Isaak.� Isaak bent to retrieve his ruined pants, disappearing into the adjacent bathroom. He returned moments later, naked, his hair flowing behind him. He had a look in his eye, lost somewhere between lust and pleading.

�Mein Herr.�

�Yes, Isaak?� Cain regarded him as if he were merely giving a morning report.

�Might I lay with you, Mein Herr?� Isaak bowed his head in shame, inwardly berating himself for his show of weakness.

�Do you want to cuddle, Isaak?� Cain�s voice was filled with supreme amusement and he was delighted to see the barest of blushes spreading across Isaak�s cheeks and down his throat, a sharp contrast to the alabaster expanses of flesh that made up the rest of his deliciously toned body.

�Forgive me, Mein Herr. The request was inappropriate.� Isaak turned back toward the bathroom to retrieve his clothes.

�I didn�t say you could turn away from me, Isaak.�

�Mein Herr.� Isaak immediately turned to face Cain, standing at stiff attention. Cain smiled, acquiescing.

�I will allow it, Isaak.� Cain slowly stripped the rest of his uniform off, crawling into bed, waiting for Isaak to follow suit. The Methuselah eagerly crawled into bed and offered his throat once more. Cain took the offering once again, feeding more gently this time. When he pulled away, Isaak was on the verge of sleep and Cain found himself petting the younger man�s hair, combing through his midnight tresses with his long fingers. Cain swallowed the bitter taste that flooded his mouth as he quietly wished those midnight tresses belonged to someone else.

Can anyone name the two songs in this chapter? For that matter, can anyone name the one from the Alex/Seras chapter? Hmmm....Like I said, I needed to write a sex scene :3
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