Dare to Dream
Anderson is having strange dreams about a young blonde vampires we all know and love?
A/N:I don't own Hellsing nor do I make any money of this fic!
Alexander Anderson sat alone in bed, clad only in his white cotton boxers, turned over on his side, wrapped the sheets closely around his scrawny yet athletic frame and let sleep take him.
As his mind was consumed by darkness, images started to form, fogy at first the incoherent images of most random dreams that we all have when we sleep, blended into one coherent "movie" with Anderson staring in the lead. He was standing before the no-life king himself, Alucard stuck to a wall with countless baptized steel blades embedded in his flesh, turning to ash right before his eyes.
Quiet sobbing and crying could be heard to his left. As Anderson turned his head around he saw her, the very same draculian that carried her masters head during the battle in the London underground. The young girl with strawberry blond hair, at that moment Alexander dropped his blades and stepped slowly and quietly thword her, his hart beat raced, his breath depend. Alexander Anderson was completely stunned when he knelt down and embraced her. She then looked into his eyes, red meeting green as they met in a deep passionate kiss.
The next thing Anderson knew was that he and the beautiful vampires were in a bead, delving in long suppressed acts of lust, but in all that carnal act was far more than pent up sexual urges, but a deep feeling noun as love. After what felt like an blissful eternity Anderson was bitten on the trout.
Paladin Alexander Anderson awoke with a scream. After a few minutes of panting he regained his senses, he discovered that his pants were soaked thru the fabric and his briefs were plastered to his skin. 'Why the hell did I dream that up?'.
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