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I survived a bloodlust attack	By : SuckUBusJ Category: Hellsing > General Views: 1944 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: I survived a bloodlust attack

Author: SuckubusJ

Summary: I had never been so close to
death in my life... and I have to say, it was beautifully
disturbing... is this strange?... M/F,Lime

Rating: R.

Feedback: desired.

Author�s notes: This was something of
the moment. I guess I'm in scary-Alucard mood...

The OC is a character study for my
longer fic.

*Disclaimer: Don't own Hellsing nor am
I making money with this story.

What
a boring Saturday this is.

I am
officially in another holiday (I sound so British). After all, there
is no mission tonight and well, everything has been so goddamn boring
that I am wishing quietly for a mission. I plan on reading all night
and sleeping all day tomorrow to go out with the other officers
tomorrow night. So I will give Walter his book back now, him being my
'dealer' when it comes to this reading addiction of mine. I hope I
can borrow one for tonight.

Some
soldiers are without their uniform already, others are wearing it
wrong. I am still in it and prepare myself for a delicious bath and
then for my nice pj's. That is, if Pickman doesn't show up. Which
will not be too bad. He is a cute guy. He is a co worker and that
bothers me. But hey, I can have platonic friends that are cute,
right?

The
mansion is unusually quiet. And also there is something... weird.
Once I put a foot inside the kitchen through the back door, I feel
the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. Maybe this house is
haunted? Oh well, time to find Walter.

“Walter?”
I sing song inside the kitchen. “Walterrr?”

Hm,
nothing. I see there is still some tea on the table. I love tea. Ok,
I have to take some or I won't be able to live with myself.

I go to
the counter and take a cup from the shelves. As I am pouring the tea,
I feel my hair being caressed. I had let my long hair down in my
room, something I never do when I'm working. But it is already my
free day, so what the hell.

As I jump
and my hands freeze, I feel two long arms caging me and a body behind
me, not too close yet, but almost holding me in place. I feel a very
very cold nose against my ear. Goosebumps. This is with no doubt, a
vampire. I am scared to move. I am done. I am dead. I am unarmed. His
nose is now rubbing my neck, at the side. He will kill me, drain me
but... how can I tell the others that a vampire is inside the--

Wait a
minute... his gloved hands... some kind of sigil...

Hellsing—oh.
God. This—this is... no it can't be...

Don't
panic... please breathe... I can't loose control of myself now...

“M-Mr.
Alucard?” I asked my voice breaking almost.

But the
only thing I receive as an answer is a guttural growl. I try to turn
around softly, trying to not seem paralyzed. Maybe he is testing me?
He regularly tries to scare people around the manor just to test
their reactions, I am told. But this is just too much.

As I try
to move, again a louder growl makes me gasp.

His hand
turns me around to face him, but I avoid his eyes. I am too scared
and I don't want to snap. I need to be conscious at least.

He is not
supposed to be doing this... he's supposed to be in control by
Hellsing—

...why—why...
oh God he's gonna kill me—God..

I feel
his fingers unbuttoning my collar. I gulp and tears begin to roll
down my face. I am shaking. His face comes very close to mine,
cleaning my tears with his tongue. As I look up and see half his
face, I see those long, scary fangs almost against my skin as he
licks my cheek. Long fangs. Longer than I remember. When his face
recedes, I look him in the eye submissively as his hand is now
unbuttoning my third button. He is being aggressive but not hurting
me... yet. And his eyes have sparks of yellow—

Dear God.
He's in bloodlust.

A small
relief comes to me because I know what is happening. I have read
about this from Walter's books; yellow in the eyes, elongated
canines, aggressive attitude... sexual and blood cravings... these
are symptoms. But that relief vanished immediately. He was going to
kill me. And I have very yummy virgin blood running through my veins.
I am so so so dead already.

So he
will drain me and then fuck me? How does this work? I wish I had read
a bit more about this... Thank God I have done everything I wanted in
my life... except getting laid. Damn.

Suddenly
he leaps toward my neck and then starts grunting like a wild animal.
He backs away as if hit by some invisible force coming from me and
then comes back infuriated at me. I begin to sob. And it happens
again.

And again
and again.

I see him
spasm and convulse, one hand holding himself up by the counter. His
gloves are glowing—

What
the fucking hell is happening!

Panic
fills my brain, making me dizzy. I can't pass out, i just can't. I
need to calm down... calm down... breathe...

He keeps
jumping toward me and again gets pushed away by that invisible force.
I can't move, I'm terrified. His coat is not present, his black hair
is as long as mine, half on his face, his shirt is almost torn open,
some buttons missing and sprinkled with blood—

Walter,
oh god Walter... maybe he—Walter, god... an involuntary sob
escapes my lips at this thought.

“Mr.
Alucard...” I say, my voice too small for my taste. I have an
idea. Yes an idea, not too clear but I am doing anything that comes
to my mind.

I just
receive a grunt from him again and a guttural purr. I look into his
eyes trying to impose myself a bit. He has to believe I don't mean
bad for this plan of mine to work.

“ I—I
know what you're going through believe me... I know about—about
bloodlust and—” I got cut off by his hand pulling at my
shirt and again coming to my neck. I let him do it. I can't fight
against him. But again, he is pushed away which brings him more
frustration and convulsions.

“Please
listen to me sir... I—I... if you please spare my life, I can
help you too—please don't do this... I will reach for my knife
but I won't hurt you I sw—” he growls at me warningly as
my hand moves a little. “sir I promise I won't—I won't do
anything to you, please... I will help. But I need my knife.”

My chin
is trembling so much I can't speak. I slowly start to reach for a
small pocket knife in my boot. His eyes never leave that hand. I feel
dizzy all of a sudden, and my mind unprotected; more like invaded. I
can't describe it. I slowly grab my knife and even slower, I start to
bring it to his and my view.

“It's
ok... I won't hurt you, I swear...” I whisper as he seems a bit
calmer. He stopped convulsing but the guttural purrs were still
present.

“Now
I need my other hand...” I slowly bring my hands to his sight.
I am still crying, even though I feel a little more in control,
apparently.

With my
knife I make a long cut from one extreme of my palm to the other. As
the liquid begins to tickle down my hand I see him begin to convulse
again. Every time he does this, the sigils glow. But what does this
mean exactly...

“Don't-don't
come to me... let me come to you...” and he obeys by backing
away a little. His fangs become even longer. I offer him my hand,
blood pooling and almost dripping from the sides. He looks at me and
then at my hand.
“You can drink... it's ok... it's virgin
blood, I think you'll--” I am not even done speaking when his
lips are against my hand.

Ok, I
feel stupid.

He can
eat my arm off or something! But I already started this. So I have to
finish it.

I feel
him purr against my hand and pant. Pant? I thought they didn't
breathe...

The
gentleness with which he holds my hand against his mouth surprises
me. I don't feel his fangs. So I understand he is getting a little
more conscious...

He starts
getting a bit dizzy. His body sways as his eyes close, his tongue
licking blood from my hand. He hits the floor on his knees, now
moaning and purring, so I join him on the floor.

I am a
nerd, I don't know why fear begins to leave me... and my curiosity
takes it's place. I am experiencing something so... unique. I guess
people either die or flee in these circumstances. But here I am,
living it with him.

Plus... I
never imagined the feeding of blood could be... so erotic.

Or maybe
is the way he is treating my hand; the expression on his face of pure
ecstasy, his moaning and panting. It was almost as if he was making
love to my hand. All those thoughts of him being able to eat my arm
off, slowly vanish. Specially after the hand that is stabilizing him
began... not stabilizing him anymore...

I see
said hand, slide up one of his thighs and... begin to softly and
almost imperceptibly, rub his erection over his pants. It doesn't...
look obscene... it doesn't look violent; his movements are slow and
soft. Almost a caress. I look away feeling very guilty about invading
his privacy. But my eyes go back to him as I feel his stare. It seems
he wants me to watch. And though I might go to hell for thinking
this, I wanted to watch too.

I am
watching. A lot. And the truth is, now I see, the creature is not
so... bad looking. He looks like a man after all...

...just a
very pale one with long canines...

...and
well... red eyes...

But right
now, with closed eyes and instead of that sarcastic look on his face
a vulnerable one... he looks so human. Enjoying something so human as
a pleasure and need so strong that controls every fiber of his being.
An obsession. An addiction.

A
weakness...

As I
begin to feel my brain swimming in oil for my loss of blood, and
almost speak up to make him stop, I see him tightening his eyes, his
tongue not moving anymore, his forehead pushing against my fingers
and suddenly... silence. His hand, the one holding my hand in place,
falls palm flat on the floor, stabilizing himself as he... orgasms.

I feel
bad, I feel...

Painfully
aroused. But I am blocking it from my mind even if my insides hurt.
It is just too wrong... but he looks more calm now. Almost...
defenseless. I don't think he will hurt me if I—no! no...
what's wrong with me. Get away from him!

He stops
drinking from me completely, I see. But his face is still against my
hand. I softly rub my hand against his face, in a failed attempt to
console my body. His face is soft, stubble less; a bit strange in a
27-30 year old looking man. He pushes his skin against my hand like a
cat and fighting against my urges, I bring it back slowly. He is
still panting and swaying on his knees. And my hand... is healed.

“ I
have to go...” I whisper, fear replaced by a soothing tone. He
looks up. “ can I ask you something?” my voice getting a
bit louder. he didn't answer. “did-did you hurt someone
tonight?”

“I
can't...” His whispered answer.

“ Hmm...”
I stand up slowly. “I hope it helped...” I said and
slowly walk out the kitchen and the mansion, without any comments
from him. Just his head low, hair on his features and panting.

A night
of solo action awaits for me.

Damn, I left
the book in the kitchen...

I forgot
to say something before. I have a very limited grasp on the language
since it's not my first. Not an excuse, but it just will clear up why
I might post so many one shots... it is a form of practice. I am
working on a big story now (AxI) and need it. This is what I do while
I rest from writing chapters for that story.

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