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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: Only a few more chapters to update.
Chapter Six: Pawns in Play
A low, rattling hiss filled the dank, dripping chamber. A low creak followed by a loud crash filled the deserted stone halls. A vaguely man shaped shadow crept from the depths of the crypt towards the main floor of a deserted castle. Four, gruesomely elongated, pale digits slowly curled around the stone entryway leading up from the caverns below. “Rrrrraoul,” came a rattling growl as the claws adorning the fingers scraped along the rough stone.
The blonde vampire appeared out of thin air, looking around a bit dazed before focusing his sunset gaze on the pale fingers gripping the stone. “I wish you would not do that,” Raoul sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he let out a long suffering sigh.
“You have met her,” came a raspy wheeze from deep within the darkness.
“I… Ugh, yes,” the blonde answered reluctantly, looking like he'd rather be anywhere but here.
“You know the terms of our deal,” answered a gruff, irritated sounding wheeze.
“I… yes,” gritted out the vampire, slowly going to one knee and baring his neck to the hidden entity. A slight whispering and a faint chill were the only warnings he got before four sharp fangs embedded themselves in his neck and tore. Raoul gasped, barely able to breathe as the creature viciously ripped into his neck and drank of his blood. Once the thing was done, Raoul felt its loathsome tongue close the wound on his neck and tried not to flinch away.
“Excellent. She has indeed returned to me. Go prepare another attack. This time I intend to see her with my own eyes,” the thing rasped from the darkness of the entryway, the blood still dripping from its fangs making an ominous sound.
“You promised her to me!” Raoul protested heatedly, his shadows flaring briefly.
“Do not think to challenge me, child! My power reaches far beyond even what your puny mind would deem capable,” came a dark threat as the thing's shadows flared in response. Small, red demons began to crawl up the stairs and hobbled slowly towards the blonde vampire. Raoul's eyes narrowed as crimson began to swirl in the sunset orbs.
“She was meant to be mine! I will not let something like you have her!” the nosferatu snarled, his shadows turning into spidery claws behind him. The left side of his mouth stretched up into an unnatural grin as fangs burst through the skin.
“Foolish creature!” came a dark hiss as shadows burst forwards from the darkened entryway and enveloped the blonde.
“I knew letting you keep your will would come back to bite me,” came a raspy rattle, almost sounding like a laugh as the last of Raoul disappeared into the darkness.
“Max, go get me some more tea,” Integra groused, waving her empty teacup in front of the soldier's face. Max stared at the heiress for a moment before gingerly taking the cup and heading toward the door. After her examination had come back clean, she had been given a while to nap before being summoned to Integra's office. She had expected to have to go on another mission or help the boss with some important paperwork. Instead she was acting as a secondary Walter and it was taking everything she had within her not to scream in frustration as well as boredom. With a light sigh, she opened the door and headed to the right down the long hall.
On her way down to the kitchen, she began to notice the walls around her beginning to warp and look weird. Blinking in confusion, Max moved toward a large bulge that poked out of the left wall. She was fairly certain that the lump hadn't been there the day before. As she examined it, a head suddenly formed out of the lump, turning into the grinning face of Alucard. Barely able to stop a scream of shock from leaving her lips as her heart leapt in her chest, the soldier stepped back from the wall. Then, with an irritated look, she placed the empty teacup on his nose and continued her journey to the kitchen. Behind her, the vampire pulled himself free of the wall, removing the cup from his nose as a smirk began to curl his lips. If Seras had been there she would have run away screaming, knowing full well that look meant mischief.
“Walter, Sir Integra would like more tea,” Max sighed, trying to not sound too exasperated.
“Have a run in with a certain vampire?” the butler asked neutrally, putting a steaming tea pot and some cups on a silver tray.
“How'd ya guess,” she snapped, carefully taking the metal plate from the old warrior.
“Alucard has a… certain effect on people,” Walter conceded, an amused grin on his wizened face as his blue eyes fixed on her.
“Does he often pop out of walls just to scare people,” the soldier grumbled, beginning to head out of the kitchen and towards the stairs that would lead her up to Integra's study. The grinning 'Angel of Death' followed behind her, his white gloved hands clasped behind his vested back.
“Oh yes, especially new recruits. In fact, I'm surprised he hasn't done it before now,” he replied, his short, black ponytail bobbing behind him merrily.
“I'm not. Did you forget that he started out not wanting anything to do with me?” Max scoffed, a light frown on her pale face as she climbed the stairs.
“Yes, that was rather unusual for him. He's never acted like that around any of our recruits,” the butler replied, his glasses flashing briefly and hiding his eyes as he continued to grin.
“Yeah, Integra told me that my first night,” she sighed, the vampire's discussion from earlier coming back to her. What if Alucard's soul really was drawn to her? To her surprise she didn't find the idea to be all that horrible. Shaking her head to free herself of the strange thoughts, the soldier continued to make her way up the stairs until she finally reached the hall that lead to Integra's study and several rooms.
“Has he done anything unusual since the dojo?” the retired warrior asked conversationally, a slight worried undertone in his accented voice.
“Yes actually,” the soldier replied with a frustrated sigh before launching into a long tale of everything that had happened during and after the mission. After she had finished, she noticed the butler staring at her with barely concealed terror.
“That's quite concerning,” he whispered, almost to himself, before looking back up at her, “Please inform Sir Integra that I need to speak to her in private.” His voice was urgent and his ever present grin had entirely left his face.
“I suppose it would be useless of me to ask what has you so frightened,” Max sighed, stopping in front of the door that lead to the heiress' study and knocking gently.
“Indeed it would Miss. Stone,” Walter replied without missing a beat, his pale face unusually solemn.
“Figures,” the soldier hissed, rolling her eyes in annoyance before a female voice from inside the room bade her to enter. Opening the door gingerly while trying to balance the tray with one hand, Maxine quickly entered the large room and shut the portal behind her. Integra, who seemed to be engrossed in some paperwork of some sort, didn't even raise her head to acknowledge the other woman's presence.
Internally rolling her emerald eyes, the black haired woman poured Integra a cup of the steaming brew. “Walter would like to speak with you in private,” she said as she finished pouring and set the teapot back on the silver tray.
“I wonder what disaster he has for me today,” the imposing woman sighed, taking a long drag of her cigarillo and blowing a huge plume of smoke out.
“It has to do with what happened between Alucard and I during and after the mission last night,” Max answered, growing more suspicious as Integra got almost the same look of horror that Walter had.
“I suggest you tell me just what happened,” the platinum haired femme hissed, crushing her cigarillo out in the glass ashtray on her desk. Fighting the urge to growl in exasperation, the female launched into her story. As she finished, the leader before her seemed to grow more fearful as well as thoughtful. Knowing she wasn't going to get any answers and was likely to be ordered to leave anyway, the uniform wearing female simply left the room.
“Go ahead in,” she grumbled to Walter as she walked by, not noticing the butler's slightly worried gaze following her as she went down the hall. She made up her mind to go visit Seras, wanting to learn more about the blonde as well as build a friendship.
As soon as the irritated soldier left his gaze, the wizened warrior walked into Integra's study. “Am I to assume she told you what she told me?” he asked, taking in his mistress' distressed look.
“Indeed. Walter, I'm afraid that Alucard's memories are coming back,” she hissed, fear shining in her blue eyes as she lit another smoke.
“What are we going to do Sir?” the butler asked, his eyes reflecting Integra's emotions exactly.
“I'm afraid there is nothing we can do except let it play out. We can't simply get rid of Max. No one leaves Hellsing unless they're dead,” the worried femme replied, twirling her smoking cigarillo between her gloved fingers.
“I also doubt that Alucard would simply be able to let her go at this stage,” Walter added with a sigh, running a white gloved hand through his tied back hair.
“Indeed I wouldn't,” came a deadly hiss from one of the walls as said creature pulled himself out of the shadows. A furious look was on his porcelain face and crimson swirled in his sunset eyes. His white gloved hands were clenched in tight fists and his lips were pursed in a thin line of rage.
“Alucard,” Integra gasped, fear slipping into her normally authoritative voice as she cowered from the seething demon for a split second. Then her normal, imposing self came back to the forefront as she started to glower at him.
“I don't recall giving you permission to enter my study at your whim, vampire,” she snarled, her glasses flashing and hiding her steely blue eyes for a few seconds. The nosferatu's changing eyes narrowed as a snarl began to curl his lips. A low growl rumbled from the creature as his hair began to float in the air around his head. His eyes instantaneously turned pitch black, the color even taking over the sclera in his eyes. A faint ghost of a mustache appeared on his upper lip and his face gained a rougher, more rugged look as a shadow of something imposed itself over him.
“Vlad,” Integra gasped, gripping the edge of her huge desk to stop from slipping to her knees. The faint ghost that rested over Alucard's form followed the vampires movement's precisely, his eyes narrowing as he glared down at the head of Hellsing.
“You will not take her from me,” he hissed, his voice much deeper and holding a thick accent.
Feeling like a frightened child that was facing down an angry parent, Integra grit her teeth and forced her fear into the background. Even if she was seeing a glimpse of her servant's former self, he was still under her control. She would not be intimidated by her own dog. “You have no right to give me orders, dog of Hellsing,” she hissed, drawing herself to her full height and staring at the creature with an icy look of authority.
*“Îndrăznești să stea off cu regele întunericului? Nu putea spera să fie un egal cu puterea mea. Tu nu va avea colega mea de la mine! Nu după cât timp am așteptat ca ea să se întoarcă la mine a doua oară,” he snarled, the ghost that overlaid his normal form becoming slightly more opaque.
Both Integra and Walter startled at the fluent Romanian flowing out of his mouth. “Your mate? A second time? Do you mean Wilhelmina Murray?” asked Integra, remembering the portraits her great grandfather had of the woman. Mina had been very beautiful, the old man going on and on about her kindness. The woman looked almost like Max's twin and the realization startled her.
“Wait, are you telling me that Maxine is the fabled Elizabeta's reincarnation?!” she exclaimed, unable to keep her composure with such shocking revelation. Even Walter looked downright shocked and off balance from the possibility.
Maxine made her way down to the underground chambers of the huge estate, sighing in frustration several times on the way. She was pretty sure that something odd was going on that involved her and she didn't appreciate the fact that she was being kept in the dark. Trying to keep her frustration to manageable levels, the soldier made her way down the long hall that lead past Alucard's room and to Seras'. Maybe the draculina could help take her mind off things for awhile.
Seras stared hatefully at her nightly blood ration, struggling once again with her true nature. No matter how long she was a vampire, the former police officer was sure she would never get used to drinking the crimson liquid. Still, just the sight of it made her fangs ache and a deep, undeniable longing burn within her. Some part of her craved the fluid, a part of her she was deeply afraid of but knew was simply a part of her. As a vampire she was doomed to needing the very thing she was so afraid to take.
With a frustrated growl, the blonde draculina grabbed ahold of the chilled blood bag and pulled it free of the ice. Glaring at the hateful plastic container, the vampiress began to walk to the bathroom to flush it down the toilet when a knock sounded on the door. Blinking, Seras turned and moved towards the door. She hadn't gotten any visitors besides her master, Walter and occasionally Integra. She couldn't help but be curious who her visitor was. Opening the door slightly, the spiky haired blonde peeked out.
Maxine couldn't help but giggle at the pair of wide, fear filled eyes that peeped out of the cracked door. “It's okay Seras, it's just Max,” she assured, doing her level best to not burst into outright laughter. The way the draculina was peeking out at her reminded her of a child that had just been punished and was unsure if the parent was going to give more punishment.
“Oh good! I was afraid it was master,” Seras sighed in relief, opening the door to allow the soldier in.
“Ugh, your sire is the last person I want to see right now,” Max grumbled, moving past the young vampiress. Sighing in aggravation, the now suit wearing soldier whirled to face Seras with a pleading look.
“Can we just forget he exists for today? The way he's been acting has been very confusing and is frankly giving me a headache,” she requested, making her emerald eyes as big as she possibly could. Then her gaze landed on the medical bag in the fledgling's gloved hand, a look of understanding and embarrassment coming over her pale face.
Tilting her head in confusion, Seras looked where Max's eyes were focused; a look of horror coming over the draculina's face. “No, no, no, no, no! It's not what you're thinking!” the blonde female protested, flinging the full bag away from herself. By some wonder, the blood bag didn't burst on impact like the overfilled water balloon it was.
“I didn't mean to interrupt your dinner Seras. There's no need to feel embarrassed on my account. Raoul never hid his feedings from me and I know how much your kind needs blood,” Max replied in what she thought was a reassuring tone. Instead of being reassured, the Childe hung her head in shame.
“I hate it. I hate that my body craves it. I hate that if I don't drink it, I'm basically useless to my comrades. I hate that I can't drink it, even knowing that,” she hissed in a tortured voice, her tan gloved hands curled into tight fists.
“Seras, drinking donated blood will not make you into a monster. It's not as if the people who gave this died,” the soldier reasoned, placing a gentle hand on the tortured vampiress' shoulder. The spiky haired blonde shrugged Max's hand off with a whimper.
“You don't understand! I feel like I lose a bit of my humanity every time I take a drink,” she gasped, slipping to her bare knees and holding her head in her hands. Tears slightly tinged by blood rolled down her pale cheeks as the tortured fledgling rocked back and forth.
Sighing softly, Maxine walked toward the vampire and squatted before her. “Seras, even if you start to enjoy drinking blood, it won't change who you are inside. I just don't see you as the type to go out slaughtering humans right and left,” the black haired female reassured, lifting the other female's chin until their eyes met.
“I'm just so afraid of how I feel when I drink the blood. I almost slip into a frenzy where nothing matters but killing more enemies and tasting more blood,” Seras replied in a strained voice, her blue eyes teeming with unshed, bloody tears.
“How long have you been starving yourself for?” Max sighed, leaving the distraught vampire to pick up the abandoned bag of blood.
“I only eat once every month, when Master forces me to,” the draculina answered, watching the other female warily. She had an idea she wouldn't like where this was going.
“Well it's no wonder you go into a frenzy when you feed. If you feed regularly, that'll go away. After a few centuries you'll even need to feed lees. Some older vampires only have to feed once every couple weeks,” the soldier explained patiently, smiling down at the vampiress before her.
“But…,” the ex-police officer began, lowering her gaze unsurely and nibbling at her lower lip.
“Seras, if you keep starving yourself like this you will snap and go on a killing spree. You'll kill anything and everything in your path until you're killed,” Maxine whispered, frowning down at the Childe before her. The spiky haired blonde looked up at her with horror before slowly getting to her feet and reluctantly reaching for the hated plastic bag.
“Would you… would you mind leaving for a few minutes? I don't wanna accidentally hurt you,” Seras whispered in a shaky voice, her head lowered so her bangs hid her innocent eyes. Eyes that were beginning to swirl with a familiar sunset color.
“Sure Seras. I'll be right outside,” the suit wearing female assured, smiling kindly at her comrade before leaving.
The now shaking female could only nod curtly, barely able to contain her starved body's urge for the fluid in the bag. Once the heavy, oak door slid shut, the draculina tensed and relaxed; her breathing growing more and more ragged as she stared down at the crimson fluid sloshing in the plastic sack. With a low, growling hiss, the vampiress bit into the icy plastic; allowing the coppery fluid to come gushing into her open maw.
The thick, irony tasting fluid filled her body with a strong energy, drawing a low groan of pleasure from the dark creature. Her blue clad body arched forward as power and pleasure filled every fiber of her being. Sunset orange slowly filled her blue orbs as she drained the medical bag slowly, as if savoring every drop of the crimson liquid. “I'm impressed, Seras Victoria,” hissed a familiar voice in her head, a brief brush of approval touching their bond briefly.
“Master?” the blonde whispered unsurely, looking around the empty room for any hint of the nosferatu's presence.
Alucard came back to his senses in a rush, the part of him that had escaped going back to it's cage for the time being. As his mind cleared, the creature became aware of just where he was and what that pesky shade of him had been doing. Integra looked up at him with a mixture of seething rage, fear and understanding. “It seems your past is coming back to haunt us all Alucard,” she sighed softly, inhaling from her cigarillo slowly.
“You have no idea how right you are,” the vampire snarled, his burning eyes narrowing in irritation. Then the 'No-life King' slowly lowered himself to one knee, hanging his head in submission to his mistress.
“Forgive my behavior, Sir Integra. It seems this problem has gotten out of hand,” he rumbled, gritting his teeth in irritation. Still, in the back of his mind, he was vaguely aware of Maxine's influence on his fledgling. Despite the caged part of himself causing him grave embarrassment in dishonoring his master, the vampire couldn't help the wave of pride filling him as his Childe actually seemed to take the human's words to heart. In only a few seconds, the infuriating woman had managed to get the fledgling to do what he had to fight for every month. Not only that but he had a sense that the young vampire would have no further trouble forcing herself to feed from now on.
Allowing a slight smirk of pride to briefly appear on his lips, the nosferatu sent a brief message to his ward. There was no sense in letting her actions go unrewarded, after all it had been undoubtedly harder for the once human to finally take that step. Letting some of his pride brush their bond briefly, the crimson clad demon slowly straightened and met Integra's steady, cold gaze. “So what do you suggest we do about it?” the heiress inquired taking a deep drag off her smoke as Walter came to stand beside her.
“There is only one thing we can do,” the dark creature growled, his eyes narrowing as his caged Id ranted and raved within him.
“This has gone far enough. I refuse to let something I can't remember endanger this entire organization. Not after everything your family has done for me. After all the power your science has added to mine. I hereby give my oath to keep my distance from Maxine Stone,” Alucard hissed, ignoring the roar of denial from the not quite constrained part of him. After all these centuries of not feeling, not needing, not yearning. He would not give in to his soul or his memories. He knew for certain that he wanted to continue his endless centuries alone.
'Keep denying me all you want but I am you. Sooner or later, you will remember,' an angry, accented voiced hissed from the dark cage in the back of his mind. Defiance and rage glittered in the nosferatu's crimson tinged gaze as he straightened. “I expect you to keep your word, dog,” Integra hissed, exhaling a large cloud of aromatic smoke in his face. Alucard stared down at his mistress, a not quite sane grin on his lips as his orange goggles shined; hiding the half amusement, half rage swirling in his eyes.
Suddenly the heavy oak door was thrown open, a heavily injured soldier staggering inside. His iron gray mustache was stained with splatters of blood and more of the fluid oozed out of his slack mouth. Every bit of the man seemed to be bleeding heavily and he barely made it a few steps into the silent room before collapsing to the tan carpet. Blood splattered the floor behind him in a trail that lead all the way to the entrance of Hellsing. “It appears we may have to put off our agreement for the time being,” Integra hissed, a concerned frown knitting her pale brow.
After Seras had allowed her back inside, Max and the vampire had launched into some much needed girl talk. After the stress of the past few days, both females found it refreshing to talk about just whose butt looked the best. “As twisted as this is gonna sound, my favorite is a tie between Walter and Mr. Tall, Red and Infuriating,” the soldier confessed shamefully, hanging her black haired head to hide her blush.
“Oh my God, are you kidding me?!” the ex-officer exclaimed, disgust and wonder in her voice.
“I can't fucking help it! For an old guy, Walter's butt looks so damn grope-able! He's like sixty years old with the ass of an eighteen year old sex god! Then there's Alucard's… His is so muscular and round! You can see every fucking muscle flex under those pants of his,” Maxine groaned, flopping backwards and flinging an arm over her closed eyes in mortification.
“Stop! Stop! No more! I can't take the images!” the blonde squeed in horror, just a bit of embarrassment tinging her voice. Not enough to be noticeable but just enough for Max to narrow her eyes slightly and smile evilly.
“Your turn Seras,” she sing-songed, sitting up on the coffin bed to look at the other woman's face.
“Wh-what?” gasped the vampiress, shock coming into her wide blue eyes and her mouth hanging slightly open. Just the very tips of her fangs became visible from the action and Seras slapped a hand over her mouth knowingly.
“Who do you think has the best butt in Hellsing?” Maxine asked, tilting her head slightly. An amused chuckle left her as she watched the young vampire's actions.
“You don't have to hide your fangs from me Seras! I'm perfectly comfortable around vampires,” the black haired female chuckled, waving off the other female's discomfort.
“Yeah but…,” the blonde began, the tips of her tan gloved fingers still touching her lips.
“Now spill. Who are your favorites,” the soldier prodded relentlessly, a teasing grin on her pale face as she leaned towards Seras. The spiky haired Childe scrambled away from the suit wearing female, a worried look on her face.
“I, erm,” she stammered, an ivory fang worrying her lower lip as she struggled. Maxine had been truthful with her answers so it only seemed fair that she do the same. A shy whimper leaving her lips, the once police woman took a deep breath and released it slowly.
“M-master,” she confessed softly, not able to meet the other woman's eyes.
“Really?!” Max gasped in astonishment, nearly falling backwards off the bed. Seras only nodded in response, astonished by how red her face was getting. It had to be because she had fed recently.
“Sh-shut up! You thought so too!” the vampiress hissed, throwing a pillow lightly at the human in front of her.
Max let out a squeak of surprise as the pillow knocked her the rest of the way off the bed and she landed on the stone floor with a thud. Giggling breathlessly, the soldier gently hucked the pillow back at Seras, hitting the concerned nosferatu in the face as she was peering over the side of the bed. The young vampire let out a muffled noise of surprise, her own giggles leaving her as the pillow fell away. Then both women caught glimpses of eachother's expressions and promptly burst into wails of helpless laughter.
A sudden, dark, wholly unwanted presence killed the laughter. Seras was on her feet in an instant, staring at the new presence with a mixture of fear and submission. Maxine, on the other hand, casually drew herself to her feet and glared at the crimson clad demon with her hands on her hips. “It appears that Raoul has launched another attack, this time right outside our doors,” Alucard hissed, his commanding presence filling the room. Maxine staggered in place, her eyes going wide as all color left her in a rush.
“R-Raoul?” she gasped out in a broken voice. Then she collapsed to the floor as her world went black.

*Translation: 'You dare to stand off with the king of darkness? You could not hope to be an equal to my power. You will not take my mate from me! Not after how long I have waited for her to come back to me a second time.'
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