Preliminaries: All righty.. I forgot this the first time round… anyway…
(1) I don't own Hellsing, I just borrow it yadayadaya…
(2) I've never watched Hellsing and know precious little in way of detail about the story… so… if I seem to be taking liberties with the story(line), forgive, forget.. and just enjoy
(3) I'm no veteran so if the story doesn't flow, it's confusing… be kind - point them out. I'll do my best to improve yar?
(4) writer's block or bursts of inspiration are common ailments of mine so either expect no updates for a long time or a whole bunch at once. (tt's the bane of working solely on inspiration yes?)
(5) finally… just enjoy it yar? I had fun doing it… cheers!
Ps: to my reviewers :
ai_heiwa : first reviewer gets pride of place ^^ thanks for the encouragement =) glad u liked it..
teleute : "in character"? ^^ think so? Gee thanks.. I think that's one of the biggest compliments anyone can give to a writer … thanks
hyperion s.: I agree with you.. there aren't enough Hellsing fics around yes? perhaps we can change that =) thanks for the encouragement..
oh… I do like answering personally to my reviewers.. so take a look on and off at my homepage? (http://www.geocities.com/passionsmuse/passion.html) that's where you guys can drop me a line and where I can actually reply you … updates and all will be posted there too… though don't expect 24/7 sort of feedback there is such thing as school yar? Cheers…
@-\- passionsmuse (oct 25th)
"…please…"
"We can't stop her." Walter told the vampire as he appeared. "No one has been able to get near her."
Alucard sniffed the air. He could smell blood on it, hers. "I will handle this."
There was blood everywhere. The sheets and couch were stained dark and the carpet had huge splotches on it. He watched her impassively for a few moments. There were streaks on her bloodied face where the tears had dried. She screamed as the wound she had opened with a razor closed over slowly. Quickly she slashed another, trying to milk out as much blood as she could before it too healed over. All over her body were cuts in various sates of healing.
"Stop it."
She paused, noticing him for the first time. "I will not become one of you!"
"There is nothing you can do."
"NOOO!… noo…" she screamed dropping to her knees.
"There is nothing but acceptance."
All she could see were his black boots.
Suddenly she made a lunge for his gun. But before she could close her grip on it, Alucard flung out his hand and she found herself pinned to the wall.
"Let me go! I must rid myself of this filth!"
He allowed her to struggle.
"it cannot be undone… but…"
Slowly she raised her head… Impossible! The bastard actually looks sorry…
"before your complete transformation. I can offer you one choice…"
"then undo this, if you are as powerful as you claim."
He ignored her barb. "you can either be a half-blood like the Freaks you abhor, or a true blood like me…"
"Damn you… I would rather die…"
"that would be a little difficult now."
"I could stake myself."
For a flicker, the briefest of instances, she thought she saw hurt, pain in his eyes.
"you only have a few minutes left… before you become a Freak forever."
"I will never… never drink your blood."
The minutes ticked by. She could feel her body beginning to change. Things began to take on a reddish tint, the smell of blood on the air sharper, more aromatic… "no… nooo…" she whimpered.
"you do not have much time left, master…"
She began to laugh. "beg me."
Fists pounded into the wall beside her head. "I beg no one… this is for you!"
She looked into his eyes and smirked. "Then kill me."
"Why do you not respond? That is an order Servant."
"Your father gave me to you to protect you. I will not harm you."
She laughed with the keen edge of madness in it.
"Bad bad bad Alucard. You tempt me to live to punish you."
He felt strangely drawn to her, seduced …her vampiric aura was deepening, gathering…
"your transformation is almost complete…"
"no…"
"…please…"
"The mighty Alucard. Begging me?"
"yes…" There was a catch in his voice that she had never heard before.
He moved in closer till he was pressed up against her. An aura so dark, so compelling filled her as she stared into his eyes. "Trink, liebling." His voice echoed in her mind as he brought his wrist to her mouth.
Suddenly a surge of power, so naked, so raw rushed through her… is this what he feels? Red, dark red, blood, warmth… she felt her wounds healing, her cells changing … immortal, forever … so this was how it felt… heady, giddy, euphoric, insatiable desire… She screamed as she felt her fangs grow. He caught her as she slumped forward.
She woke to the smell of blood. Alucard was bending over her, holding his dripping wrist. Before she could stop herself, she was lapping greedily. "Genug, liebling… for now." She snarled as he pulled away. The blood lust was insatiable… she wanted more… more… what have I become? Staggering to the mirror she had a shock. She had no reflection. She smashed the mirror.
"Tell me," she whirled round to face him. "Tell me what do I look like."
He caught her wrists before she could slump to the floor. "No one who drinks my blood is this weak."
She glared at him then stopped, aghast. What she was unable to see in the mirror she could see reflected in his eyes… her eyes… She recoiled from him…
He stepped forward and slapped her. "face it."
Holding a hand to her burning face, she spat, "no one slaps Hellsing."
He smirked. "that's more like it."