The piercing radiant moon..
The storming of poor June.
All the life running.
Through her hair.
It was dark, cold, musty, dank, and wet. It was the perfect atmosphere for all around misery.
Ceres felt this misery, and even her vampiric blood grew cold within her veins. She could still feel the weight upon her. That servitude imposed upon her by Alucard. She could feel it, like a collar around her neck, and yet. She had refused to drink his blood. She had refused to take herself from the blissful curse of her master.
It had been raining straight for weeks on end, and even the prosperous mansion was beginning to let water through from not having the least chance to dry. It was dripping through the stone of her room, and the only thing that remained dry was her bedding, since she closed her coffin.
She was sitting at the table, where the ice had melted from the constant patter of rain into the bucket. She reached her hand in, and shivered, while she fished for the bag of blood. Once she found it, she took it out, tore it open, and began to drink.
She was not thirsty, but so tired. She was tired of being cold, wet, and miserable. There hadn't been a job, or even a slight disturbance, since the rain began and the Hellsing mansion could not even repair the damages done by the invasion since everything was wet. Cold, wet, and miserable.
The room was growing more closing by the minute. She had been in it far too long. The only visits had been from Walter and some of the other, surviving Hellsing members. As for Alucard, she had neither heard nor seen him. Her Master. her insane inner demon.
"Bloody." She murmured, as she dropped the empty, red-stained bag into the bucket. It was so cold. Nothing like what real blood was. Only Alucard knew that pleasure. She would not dare to partake. She was his slave.
"And a slave to this damned room!" She yelled, then shivered. Nothing felt clean, or warm, or dry. Everything was damp. It was flooding over in some places of the city, and she had not even seen the light of neither day nor night for the weeks since the rain started. For all she knew the road could have been turned into a river, and she wouldn't know until she was washed away.
She shivered again, and finally exited her room. The blood had not helped to warm her, as it was cold, incredibly cold. The image of Alucard taking that woman's life along with her blood still stained her mind. Deep down, she wanted to believe that Alucard was not a monster. Yet outside, she knew he was, and there was nothing that she wanted to do to change that. It was not her place.
Ceres ascended the stairs, and into the main, extravagant hall of the mansion. Even that had lost its majesty, as she could hear dripping everywhere.
Drip.Drip.Drip. Her mind filled with visions, visions of blood dripping down from alabaster stone.
Ceres put her hands on her head, and shook. As if trying to get the images from her mind, yet the dripping continued. Why couldn't they make it stop? Where was everyone? Was it daylight?
The rains had been on for so long the sun had not been shown, and Integra hated clocks within the main halls of the mansion so she had no way to tell the time. She was so lonely. So cold.
"I was wondering when you would leave the confines of your room, Police Girl."
AN: This takes place after Episode 6. AU. Alucard/Ceres, or however anyone wants to spell her name.
It was dark, cold, musty, dank, and wet. It was the perfect atmosphere for all around misery.
Ceres felt this misery, and even her vampiric blood grew cold within her veins. She could still feel the weight upon her. That servitude imposed upon her by Alucard. She could feel it, like a collar around her neck, and yet. She had refused to drink his blood. She had refused to take herself from the blissful curse of her master.
It had been raining straight for weeks on end, and even the prosperous mansion was beginning to let water through from not having the least chance to dry. It was dripping through the stone of her room, and the only thing that remained dry was her bedding, since she closed her coffin.
She was sitting at the table, where the ice had melted from the constant patter of rain into the bucket. She reached her hand in, and shivered, while she fished for the bag of blood. Once she found it, she took it out, tore it open, and began to drink.
She was not thirsty, but so tired. She was tired of being cold, wet, and miserable. There hadn't been a job, or even a slight disturbance, since the rain began and the Hellsing mansion could not even repair the damages done by the invasion since everything was wet. Cold, wet, and miserable.
The room was growing more closing by the minute. She had been in it far too long. The only visits had been from Walter and some of the other, surviving Hellsing members. As for Alucard, she had neither heard nor seen him. Her Master. her insane inner demon.
"Bloody." She murmured, as she dropped the empty, red-stained bag into the bucket. It was so cold. Nothing like what real blood was. Only Alucard knew that pleasure. She would not dare to partake. She was his slave.
"And a slave to this damned room!" She yelled, then shivered. Nothing felt clean, or warm, or dry. Everything was damp. It was flooding over in some places of the city, and she had not even seen the light of neither day nor night for the weeks since the rain started. For all she knew the road could have been turned into a river, and she wouldn't know until she was washed away.
She shivered again, and finally exited her room. The blood had not helped to warm her, as it was cold, incredibly cold. The image of Alucard taking that woman's life along with her blood still stained her mind. Deep down, she wanted to believe that Alucard was not a monster. Yet outside, she knew he was, and there was nothing that she wanted to do to change that. It was not her place.
Ceres ascended the stairs, and into the main, extravagant hall of the mansion. Even that had lost its majesty, as she could hear dripping everywhere.
Drip.Drip.Drip. Her mind filled with visions, visions of blood dripping down from alabaster stone.
Ceres put her hands on her head, and shook. As if trying to get the images from her mind, yet the dripping continued. Why couldn't they make it stop? Where was everyone? Was it daylight?
The rains had been on for so long the sun had not been shown, and Integra hated clocks within the main halls of the mansion so she had no way to tell the time. She was so lonely. So cold.
"I was wondering when you would leave the confines of your room, Police Girl."
AN: This takes place after Episode 6. AU. Alucard/Ceres, or however anyone wants to spell her name.