A/N: Yea I know, I shouldn't be writing anything until I finish the other story but I just had to write this! It's short anyways!
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN HELLSING!!!
Seraph of the Night
Never had she felt this way. Pain that was quite beyond mortal recognition. Pain that she herself nurtured. With so much hate and anger building inside this petite form, it is a wonder she can still even whisper the accursed name. His name. The name of the one who stopped her heart forever with his dark and sinful kiss. Her master, her friend, her lover, her mistake. He was her everything and her nothing. He was her Angel of Darkness.
Watching the moon as her tears flow red only painfully remind her they are being shed for him. They are not hers to keep they belong to him. Everything she is belongs to him. This dark lover with words as sweet as honey. He lured her, as a flower lures a bee. Ah how sweet the honey tasted when he trapped her. What joyous months they were, passing the time with only each other to make happy. All that is left of her now is only a shadow of what she used to be. With sweet whispers did he take her soul to keep.
All she can do now is cry and scream until her lungs grow sore and bloody. This is all she ever does, this and have nightmares. Nightmares that only ever show her the same thing repeatedly. The one thing that can truly scare her. The night her Angel of Darkness turned his back on her. The night he made a choice. The night she ran from the sound of sweet nothings he now whispered to his Iron Maiden. Doomed to an eternity of nightmares that once were dreams. Because of course being immortal means she cannot escape from them.
While contemplating that thought, it was then did she feel it. So faint she thought she was hallucinating. Then she felt it again, much more demanding and stronger. It was the tingle down her spine did she know it was him. Him calling to her. He was coming. Of course he is. His Iron Maiden was now gone. Will she, the one betrayed, welcome him with open arms and most importantly with open heart? Yes. She will not deny that her love for him lived side by side with her burning hate. After more than a decade, the line between love and hate, have long since blurred.
Standing out in a balcony, with her heart on her sleeve, does she see him in all his dark and twisted splendor. Finally at last! Unable to control herself, she rushes into his arms. Yes, his Seraph of the Night was now his to hold once more.
Gracing him with a smile, she wounds him the only way she can. A blessed silver stake to the heart. Red blood tears are now flowing for the one he lost. His Seraph of the night.
A/N: Ok tell me what you think! It's weird I personally think. I have never written anything like this so please forgive me if it sucks!
