Ashes in the Wind

Ashes in the Wind

Flora Winter’s

I do not own Hellsing, and I’m not making any money here either.

Summary: Alucard made a little discovery a few weeks ago and now his master would very much like to meet with it. What’s a bloodsucker to do? He had wanted to keep it all to himself. This story will contain boy-love, violence, OC, and language.

Prologue

Floating beyond time
There’s a city made of wind
Please, dear, take me there
Where dreams draped in white flowers come true

It was beautiful. The young man had a voice that made even the coldest of monstrous hearts weep tears of crimson loneliness.

Molten crimson-amber orbs gazed at the haunting vision in flowing black silk. The splendid garment looked as though it had been woven by many spiders. He had never seen such smooth and flawless white skin before. The boy looked as if he had been carved from luminous alabaster. That long and wild ruby-red mane framed his gorgeous face with such fiery splendor. He looked as though he were haloed in flames under that tiny light. Those eyes of his reminded him of blazing blue-topaz that shimmered with such lustrous brilliance in the soft darkness.

The boy didn’t look to be a day over sixteen, but he was older than the trees and metal used to build this already ancient establishment he haunted. There was a vast and dangerous power lazily swimming just below the surface in that slender frame of his.

Floating beyond time
There’s a city made of wind
Please, dear, take me there
Where dreams draped in white flowers come true

He would always be singing this same song whenever he snuck off to come here. That siren-voice, it reminded him of the ocean’s gentleness and its merciless cruelty. His voice could flow deep with such dark currents, or soar as high as the highest waves. Oh, it was so beautiful.

Holding anxious hands
Calm me with a kiss and then
Please, dear, take me there
Where love that was forgotten can bloom

The forgotten god’s voice echoed, filling the auditorium with such chills and spooky tones. It dripped down, shimmering with such terrible sadness in his mind. Each word plucked, pulling on the strings he had thought no longer attached to his still and silent heart.

And early in the afternoon
We’ll sleep in the sun
And wake to our time
When the hunting is done
And then when I see you
I’ll know in my heart
What I would want

Spidery darkness whispered around his pale flesh like the wind through green leaves, as the deity danced around in ghostly circles. It was like his feet were not even touching the wooden stage. That billowing red hair burned under that growing light. Seductive pink lips smiled, tearing through his ancient shields like glass from a shattering mirror.

And early in the afternoon
We’ll sleep in the sun
And wake to our time
When the hunting is done
And then when I see you
I’ll know in my heart
What I would want

Magical blue eyes sparkled as a tear streamed down his cheek, glittering like silver starlight.

Please, dear, take me there

The whole theatre was suddenly filled with his powerful voice. It was as if there was hundreds of him, singing in an ancient language known only to the elements which made this world long ago.

The music slowly faded away like the sound of distant thunder. He clapped his large hands as that sensual figure glided towards him, down the tarnished golden steps, moving like a serpent through water. “Alucard,” the mythological beauty smiled with such perfect white teeth. “You’ve come to see me again.”

“My master wishes to meet with you,” he said, rising to his booted feet. That flowing black silk seemed to coil and slither around the god’s slender frame as if he was always caught in a soft breeze. Why did he have to tell it to him like that? Why did he have to share him? He had found him first. He needed to teach that woman a lesson about spying on him. “She somehow managed to discover my little secret.”

“Your master?” The radiant redhead chuckled, covering his cherry-blossom pink lips with a creamy white hand. “Hearing someone as powerful as you call a mortal your master is just too funny.”

Alucard tilted his head to the side. Damn, he was beautiful. He had never been with a man before. But, this wasn’t a man. He wanted to touch him. Just how smooth and soft was that glowing white flesh?

“I do not see a leash on you,” the blue-eyed deity said, stepping right up to him, taking hold of his tie. “Perhaps…it is invisible.”

Alucard grinned down at him with very long and very sharp fangs. This creature before him felt no fear. He loved that.

“I don’t associate with mortals, Alucard,” he said, suddenly appearing back on center-stage. Alucard had seen him move. He was like the wind. It was as though his body had had no substance to it. His movements were primal and erotic.

“I remember when I first discovered you singing in here, Kieran,” he said, standing at the base of the steps in a flash of shadow. “I had no idea what you were, because I had never smelled anything like you before.”

Kieran looked up, exposing that smooth white throat. It was so tempting, but he couldn’t have him.

“My master now knows of you and would like to make an alliance with you,” he told him.

“An alliance?” Kieran asked, looking back down at him. “Why would a Christian want to form an alliance with a heathen god?”

“You’re powerful,” Alucard said, taking a step up. “Like me…” Oh, he was attracted to power. He wanted to have a fight with this amazing creature, and then bend him to his will.

Kieran took a small step back. “But, I’m not like you.”

“Why do you stay here?” Alucard asked, playing with him just a little. “Why do you sing to an empty theatre?”

“Empty?” Kieran asked, smiling as he played with his hair. “This place is full of spirits. They wonder here just to hear me sing. My voice soothes their rage, their confusion, and sends them on their way.”

Alucard crossed his muscular arms across his powerful chest. That was exactly what his voice did. It soothed the wild beast inside him.

“I’m not like you,” Kieran told him, turning with a whisper of silk. “I’m…”

“My master left no room for refusal, Kieran,” he said, wanting to touch him so badly. “She will come here and she will bind you to her will as her ancestor did me.”

The establishment slightly rumbled under his feet. “I don’t like humans,” Kieran said, showing his anger at last. Oh, he was lovely in it. It looked to be ferocious and merciless, just like a god should be. “Humans think everything is here for them to manipulate and control. I will not be used like you are used.”

“What is it like to know that you will never be what you once were?” Alucard asked him. “It must be maddening to be forgotten, forsaken, and left to wonder in the mists of lost memories.”

Kieran looked away from him. “You really are a heartless monster,” he whispered, moving like a shadow, dancing to some song only he could hear. “You smell of blood and death. How many souls have you caused to wonder this earth in the name of that shrew you worship?”

Alucard sniffed. Shrew? It did sort of fit. He was finally getting a rise out of him. Why was he calling his master names? Oh! It was because SHE was his MASTER and not HIM. “Does it really matter?”

The fallen deity froze, looking at him. His eyes were filled with ageless sorrow. “Fine,” he said. “It no longer matters. Take me to your harpy. It will make no difference. I will still be here long after humans are bones under the frozen snow.”

“Hmm,” Alucard smiled. “You will come with me of your own free will?”

Kieran held out his shapely hand. It looked like he wanted him to take it. So, he did. The deity began to sing.

Floating beyond time
There’s a city made of wind
Please, dear, take me there
Where dreams draped in white flowers come true

“Where is this city of wind you so long to go to?” Alucard asked, leading him by the hand down the stages tarnished steps. “And why do you want someone to take you there so badly?”

“I’ve forgotten,” Kieran said, stepping up to walk beside him past the rows and rows of empty seats. “I need someone to love and show me the way.”

Alucard grinned to himself. The poor thing was insane.

TBC…

Please review and tell me what you think.

Flora.

Note: I got the song lyrics from CLAMP’S Tsubabsa. The song is called, To the City of Wind.