This story is written to the song "Ruska" by Apocalyptica. I encourage you to listen to the song as you read it for proper mood.
I do not own Hellsing, or it's characters, I do not own the song "Ruska", or the band Apocalyptica.
She wrapped her arms around him, resting the side of her face against his chest as he embraced her. Her blue eyes welled, staring out the window in her office at the setting sun, watching it fade as she knew the sun's fate would repeat, though once she fell, she would never rise. He looked straight, only the shadows he would stare into, they were what his mind's eye saw, bleak and endless dark.
"Alucard, you will be free..."
A gasp from him, his chest trembled, his arms tightened around her thin body, his neck leaning back as a wretched moan of agony escaped his lips. A soft sound of sobbing rose from them both, though it was he who's sobs were within the repeating agonizing moans. The man within the monster awoke, it's heart beating, it's tears pouring. This evening and the coming each would become a taunting prelude for the rushing fate approaching.
"NO! I do not want freedom, I want my servitude to you, to see your face every evening, to see your snide smile, your eyes, the body you hide, the soft flesh, the blood beneath it. Even after all these hundreds years, you have made my blood run like no one else, I am no monster as I look into your eyes, Integra, my master." His voice seemed to roar from within.
Her hands gripped the collar of his shirt tightly, her eyes closing with force. She looked up at him, though he could not bear to see her weep as he could not cease to tears. Sanguine tears of his own streamed down into her light hair, tainting the strands with color. The setting sun brought soft illume onto her skin, the allure was nothing but sickening mockery of a god who shunned them.
"How did I ever put this aside, Alucard? How could I? All for my religion, my father, my honor, still..." She felt shame against him now, with the same knowledge of this fate.
"That is how, Integra. You are too strong. You will be through this." Roughly he grabbed her shoulders, forcing himself to look at her weeping face, seeing his red tears in her hair, "Damn you! Why are you so stubborn?!" He shouted deeply.
"That is taking it too far! I will die as a human!" Her heart pulsed as if struggling to match her mind's torment. She looked into his eyes deeper than before.
"I will bite you in your sleep, I will drink your blood, I will hold you down, and as you scream, my blood will be in your mouth, down your throat. I will not let you leave this god-forsaken earth! I know it is not what you want!"
"Dear God...how can it be that I have fallen in love?" She whispered to her god. "I never knew I could..." she breathed heavily. "I have fallen for my enemy; the impaler, the vampire..."
She is twenty-five, and she has encountered an enemy that cannot die. She has the demon named one fearsome title, dwelling inside her is cancer. Growing, spreading, all to steal her life. She wished to return to her home and rest with him there when the grains of sand all join together. He realized then with this news, that love was between them, a bond he had never felt, a bond more than master and servant. He would be nothing without her now, he knew the wounds would remain, a bloody slice in his heart which would never regenerate. There was something about her, and something about him. They shared moments together in the past, embraces, nights of passion, gentle romance, that not a single other soul had ever bear witness to. He never stole the sacred flower from her, he would always leave her that purity so he may keep her forever.
"No, Integra, my heart has awaken for you... That life is in the past. I would mutilate and impale every human in the world for you, if that would make your god see me, if he would cure you. He has cursed us...You can name me a monster, a dead-man, but every dead-man is still a man. Call me by the name I was as a man." His lips brushed against her forehead after he spoke so gently.
"Vlad Dracula..." She said softly, her heart felt as if it could stop just then.
A hand lifted her chin, his gloved fingers swept away her tears, and then his, staining the white material a deep red. His face still showed remains of his weeping as his lips pressed against her's. His arms encircled her waist, her arms around his neck. She would have less than even a year to hold her life dear, in soon to come months she will begin to decay as cancer seems to eat her alive. He releases the kiss at these thoughts, he threw his head back and groaned as more tears forced through. He holds her closely, as they sob.
"Vlad, do not beg me. Cherish my time left here. Time will heal your heart. This is what I must do for Hellsing, I have betrayed it enough, I will be forever damned. I will take that damnation with strength, I never once regret ever having you close." Her voice turned with confidence, even now a gentle smile on her reddened and swollen lips."
His heart wrenched as she spoke the name which disappeared with the past. "You are like the autumn, all beauty, though it falls slowly to the ground until nothing is left but the body...and all I can do is watch..."
