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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 yet more. Yeah, I had to make edits to each chapter.
Chapter Five: New Light
With a content sigh, Maxine nuzzled deeper into the pair of arms wrapping around her. A gentle hand moved through her hair tenderly as a pair of cold lips kissed her forehead. With a happy sigh, the female looked up at the person holding her with a smile. To her shock, instead of the blonde haired Raoul it was someone else entirely.
The man holding her was tall, well muscled, had long, black hair that went to the middle of his back and an odd looking mustache. His blue eyes glittered down at her, full of love and a bit of longing. “I have missed you,” he whispered softly, cupping her cheek with a callused hand. Maxine stared back at the man, a faint memory stirring in the back of her mind. Something about this man called to a part of her that was deep asleep.
“Who are you?” she whispered, searching his face for the reason why he looked so familiar. Something buried deep within her was slowly stirring, reaching out for the stranger with both arms. A flash of sadness went through his blue orbs before he simply brushed her forehead with his cold lips.
“You'll find out in due time. For now, it is time for you to awaken,” he murmured softly as the room they were in began to dim around them.
The first thing Maxine became aware of was voices talking in hushed tones, the next thing she became aware of was the fact that there were a pair of arms wrapped tightly around her. Deciding to keep her eyes shut until she figured out just what was going on, the female soldier tried to listen to what seemed to be two people trying to reason with a silent third. “I don't care what you say, she will not be moving back down here!” snarled an angry female voice, the familiar, acrid smell of cigarillo smoke reaching Max's nose.
“Alucard, you had led us to believe you didn't want to be around her. What has changed?” a neutral, British accented male voice soothed. Max had to resist the urge to quirk her eyebrow at what she just heard.
There was no answer from the nosferatu, the pair of arms holding her tightening slightly. It was then an odd idea began to nibble at the back of her mind, 'Was it Alucard holding her?' She had to bite back a laugh at the utter ridiculousness of the notion. “Vampire, you will answer the question,” spat who she could only assume was Integra, sounding a lot like an angry cat.
“She is mine,” came a raspy, guttural, almost demonic sounding voice from right by her ear. The ancient evil and boundless anger in the snarling voice made a chill of fear run through her, almost causing her eyes to instinctually pop open. It was the vampire alright and right now it sounded like his demon was in charge.
“You drank her blood,” came a hissed, furious statement from the heiress of Hellsing.
“She would have died had I done nothing,” came a monstrous, inhuman snarl from beside Max, almost making her flinch.
“Sir, might I suggest we retreat until Alucard has had time to return to his senses?” came a suggestion from the British male. Max could only assume it was Walter and that he was trying to diffuse the strange, yet dangerous, situation.
“You may be right Walter,” came a begrudging acceptance. Then the low creak of a door opening and closing and then silence.
“You may open your eyes now,” came a half amused, still not nearly human growl, hot breath brushing her ear gently.
Fighting against the fear currently flooding every part of her system, Maxine opened her emerald eyes to lock gazes with the creature's now ebony eyes. There was no hint of any sclera in the pitch black orbs as he stared down at her. A low, content sounding rumble came from the beast's chest as he nestled against her, making himself comfortable. His head laid on her shoulder, his now butt length black hair tickling her nose. One of his gloved hands slid down to her waist to hold her tightly against his red clad body. “A-alucard?” she gasped out unsurely, thrown off balance by his demon's affectionate behavior.
“Hmmmmm?” he hummed almost sleepily, looking up at her. Despite his eyes being bottomless pools of darkness, they held adoration as he looked up at her.
This only served to throw the confused woman more off balance and she squirmed in his tight grasp, trying to put some distance between herself and the vampire. The very same creature had, just hours before, treated her with nothing short of outright anger. Sure they had reached a sort of truce earlier but the unholy creature still seemed to hold some animosity towards her. How his demon was acting was a sharp contrast. It was almost as if it was greeting a mate long lost.
Her movements to get away aggravated the dark thing holding her, drawing a low growl of possession from him as his grip tightened. His dark gaze now holding confusion, he closed his eyes and breathed her scent in deeply. When his eyes reopened, the shark-like gaze held an almost understanding. “Do not be afraid,” he rumbled, moving to nuzzle her pale neck.
The move, which was meant to be reassuring, only served to make the soldier more nervous. Tensing and pulling away, Max looked at the 'No-life King' as if he had lost his mind. The way he looked back at her was so much like a kicked puppy that she both wanted to hug him and laugh at him at the same time. Why was his demon acting this differently toward her? What the hell was going on here? “I merely wish to comfort. I can assure you I have nothing lascivious in mind after what you've been through tonight,” he assured softly, his voice slowly gaining a more human sound but still much more deep than his normal.
Max watched him warily as something else about this struck her as odd. She had seen some high functioning demons but this one took the cake. He almost sounded like an old time gentleman. His voice had also begun to gain an odd accent, one that seemed strangely familiar. “That's just what's strange. Did you forget you hate my guts or something?” she finally managed, hoping her statement might bring him back a bit. Things were just too weird right now.
Instead, her statement made him grow sad and he gently tightened his hold again so she was resting against him. “I'm not ready to remember yet,” he whispered softly, closing his eyes briefly.
“Remember?” she found herself asking, looking up into his sad looking black eyes.
“We both will in time,” he sighed, slowly letting her go and getting to his feet.
“What are you talking about?” Max asked, exasperation slipping into her voice as she started to sit up.
“I tasted the memories on your blood. After all this time, all these centuries…,” he groaned, his red clad back turned to her as his hair began to shorten. His voice was also beginning to change back to its normal tone as his demon slowly released its grip.
“Grrrr, I probably won't get any more than that from you,” she spat angrily, only noticing at that moment that her jacket was missing and she only wore a black tank top on her torso. It was then she remembered just what happened and pain lanced through her heart, causing her to gasp in pain as tears began to well in her eyes.
As Alucard came back to himself he was greeted by the smell of salt. Obeying his first instinct, the vampire found himself kneeling in front of the distraught woman and cradling her face gently between his gloved hands. Letting out a comforting purr, the creature of the night leaned forward and licked her tears away almost tenderly. Despite being completely back to normal, Alucard couldn't bring himself to back away while Max was this upset.
Whimpering, the soldier tried to pull her face away; earning a gentle but firm growl. The creature's surprisingly gentle tongue continued to lap up her tears, continual rumbles leaving him as he did so. The way he was acting was how a vampire would act with his claimed mate and was often something Raoul did when she was sad. The unbidden memories only increased her sorrow, drawing a small sob from the normally tough woman. This caused an interesting reaction in the vampire kneeling in front of her.
Making an oddly distressed noise, Alucard scooped Max up into his arms before sitting down and setting her in his lap. His white gloved hands quickly found her ebony hair and stroked soothingly as they pushed her head to his chest. His tongue returned to lapping up her tears as he resumed his gentle rumbling. He had been surprisingly aware while his demon was in the forefront, listening quietly. The beast he shared his body with hadn't been the only one to taste her soul's memories and what he had seen had awoken things he had buried long ago. Things that only brought pain to his soul and made him reluctant to be away from the woman in his arms.
Max didn't fight any of this, merely buried her face into the red leather of his trench-coat and wept. “Why, why did it have to be him? Why did he kill all those people?” she gasped, her voice full of heartbreak as she shuddered against the creature holding her.
“What is he to you?” came the growled reply, holding a possessive edge as his grip tightened slightly.
“He rescued me off the streets when I was very young. He raised me as his own, teaching me about everything he could. I fell in love with him and asked him if we could start a relationship when I was about eighteen. He turned me down, saying I already belonged to someone else,” she responded softly, her face still buried in the cool leather of Alucard's jacket.
Said nosferatu only growled softly in displeasure briefly before returning to comforting rumbles. “Well he was right about that,” he murmured, frowning slightly as he looked down at the human in his arms.
“How can I belong to someone and not even know it! Fuck's sake, he told me he did this so he could be with me! How am I supposed to feel about this!?” Max snarled, pulling herself out of Alucard's grip and beginning to pace.
The crimson clad vampire watched the soldier's distraught movements, his own feelings somewhere between distressed and confused. The memories he had gleaned from her blood were still fresh in his mind and were starting to awaken his own. In fact, his instinctive reaction right now was to grab the distraught woman and begin purring again. Just seeing her so upset made his dead heart lurch in his chest and this fact unsettled him. “Nothing, it was his own decision. You didn't force him to kill those people or attack that village,” he replied finally, his gloved hands twitching on the bedsheets he sat on.
“But ultimately I was his reason! And what the fuck did he mean by that soul brand bullshit?! I've never heard of anything like that!” snarled the still pacing soldier as she glared down at the concrete floor.
“How much do you know about past lives?” Alucard asked quietly, his sunset gaze watching her closely as he fought against himself. He desperately wanted to hold her, to lick away her tears, to make her misery disappear and it was starting to give him a pounding headache. Despite the memories her blood was starting to wake up, the nosferatu refused to fall for this woman. While his demon may crave her presence, he certainly didn't.
“Past lives?” she asked, turning to meet his eyes. Her emerald eyes made a spear of pain lance through his very soul, almost drawing a gasp from him.
All at once, the vampire was on his feet; his head cradled in his hands. A pained whimper left the mighty beast as his gloved hands wove into the black strands of his hair. His head filled with long ago visions and splintered memories of a forgotten time. Memories of a woman that could have been Maxine's doppelganger. Memories of her turning to smile at him, memories of her tiny, delicate hand curling in his, memories of whispered words of love. “Alucard?” came a concerned, female voice, breaking through the fragmented confusion.
“A large majority of souls have lived more than once on this world. Some endlessly repeat, coming back until they finish what their soul is calling them to do. Some come back to find someone they were separated from,” he hissed, pressing the heel of his leather gloved hand against his forehead.
“What does this have to do with anything?” Maxine sighed, exasperation and confusion in her voice.
“Every soul has a past. Maybe your soul was tied to someone from the moment you were born,” he explained, moving his hand away from his head so he could meet her gaze. The memories slowly faded into the background to his combined relief and displeasure. Somewhere, deep inside, a sleeping part of him cried out in protest as well as rage.
Squaring his leather covered shoulders, Alucard grit his teeth as he slammed a thick mental shield around that tiny part of himself. The fact that his statement was ringing painfully true wasn't lost on him and he felt the urge to punch his wall again. He was not going to mate a human! “You mean I don't have a choice because my soul wants someone specific?!” he heard Max snarling, mirroring his own discontent at his soul.
“Precisely,” he replied simply, rage swirling within his sunset eyes as he stared at her.
“Well I don't accept that! I want to fall in love with someone because I love them, not because my souls wants them. What if the person my soul wants is an asshole?!” Max snarled, gesticulating wildly with her bare arms in her rage and frustration. She could have no idea that her words mirrored Alucard's current feelings almost perfectly.
“You wouldn't be the first person discontent with their destiny. The question is, can you truly avoid it?” the creature in front of her rumbled, annoyance flashing in his sunset orbs; the irony of what he just said not lost on him. The small part of him that he had walled off merely laughed, as if it knew something he didn't. Clenching his gloved hands in anger, the vampire couldn't help but wonder how long he could resist the siren's song of the human female's soul.
“Well fuck destiny and fuck fate! My life is my own!” Max hissed, determination sparkling in her emerald eyes. The almost proud grin the monster in front of her gave in response was almost enough to make her take a few steps back. It almost seemed like she had said something he approved of and her heart fluttered in response, making her feel slightly confused. Why on earth would she care if she had made him proud?! It wasn't as if she was falling for this creature. Even if he had saved her life.
Then it hit her like a semi, causing her to stagger on her feet slightly. “Holy fuck, you saved my life,” she whispered, her legs beginning to go out from under her. In a flash of crimson, the creature was there; holding her up while looking down at her with barely concealed concern. Memories of just what happened in that alley came back in a sudden rush, drawing a gasp from the female. The memory that stood out in sharp contrast was the one of him licking her injuries, making them disappear.
“Why?” she gasped out, looking up at the king of vampires with confusion. The exasperated look he gave her made her heart leap in her throat. The look in his eyes was annoyance mixed with confusion and his arms tightened slightly around her.
“What do you mean why? Is it so hard for you to believe I would save a fellow soldier?” Alucard bit out slowly, as if explaining to an idiot. What she asked him genuinely bothered him. Even if he wasn't inexplicably drawn to her, he would have never left a fellow soldier to die.
“N-no! I mean, it just… I never expected you to save me,” she replied softly, guilt and self deprecation shining in her emerald gaze. What he said made sense of course. Despite what he was, the vampire wasn't the type to just leave a soldier in need. In fact she felt stupid for thinking he wouldn't have saved her. Then something Integra said came to mind. The heiress had seemed shocked and angry that Alucard had tasted her blood.
“I cannot lose you, not again,” game a deep rumble from far too close. Looking up, Max startled to see Alucard's face mere inches from hers. His eyes were beginning to darken as his lips came with bare inches of touching hers.
*“Nu vor fi separate de voi după toate aceste secole, dragostea mea,” he rumbled, rubbing his nose against hers slowly as his hands moved from her upper back to rest on her lower back.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! What the hell is going on here! What did you just say?! Watch those hands buddy!” the soldier cried out, flailing her arms in horror. It almost seemed as if the creature of the night was going to plant one on her.
A sudden, loud knock at the door broke the spell over the king of shadows and he dropped the human female like a hot potato. Almost a split second after her pants covered knees hit the ground, the heavy iron door slowly slid open. “Master, has Maxine woken up yet?” asked Seras' bubbly, cheerful voice as the blonde came into the dimly lit room. Seeing the female on the floor, the draculina tilted her head in confusion and looked up at her sire.
“Why is she on the floor?” she asked, her blue eyes full of confusion.
“My legs were still unsteady from blood loss and I sorta collapsed,” Max lied smoothly, affecting a slightly embarrassed look. On the inside she was more than grateful for the interruption. Something odd was going on with the enigmatic male and she seemed to be caught in the middle.
“Let's go get you checked out by the doctors. We need to check your blood for any signs you're infected,” Seras offered, bending down and helping the soldier to her feet.
“Sounds good to me. I doubt an out of control ghoul would be appreciated in the middle of Hellsing,” joked the older female, letting the spiky haired blonde carefully lead her out of the room.
Alucard stared after the pair long after they were gone, his gloved hands curled into tight fists. The thing he had caged earlier had managed to slip free, almost making him kiss the human. A disgusted sneer curling his lips, the 'No-life King' began to pace the expanse of his room. “I will not let my destiny be tied to a human!” he roared, his shadows flaring and snuffing out all the candles in the room. His only answer was a dark, knowing chuckle from his caged Id.
“I heard from Walter that Master healed your wounds, is that true?” Seras chirped curiously, smiling at the woman she was currently helping walk down the hall.
“Well if he hadn't I would have died,” Max replied, pulling away from the otherworldly female to walk on her own.
“Oh! Well that explains it! He only does that as a last resort,” the draculina replied, watching the soldier closely. If the half camo wearing female so much as stumbled, Seras would pick her up and carry her the rest of the way.
As they continued to walk, Max found herself thinking back on the events in the room as well as what Alucard said. Was his soul calling him to her? Nearly snorting in laughter at the silly idea, the soldier shook her head. There had to be another explanation. There was no way in hell she and Alucard had any chemistry let alone any chance of their souls being drawn to each other. She would go upstairs, get checked out and continue with her job as if nothing happened. It should be easy enough to keep her distance from the enigmatic demon.
*Translation: 'I will not be separated from you after all these centuries, my love.'
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