Note: Post anime series. Manga not taken into account.
Fukei: police woman. I didn't want to use police woman or cop since it sounds a little weird compared to
the actual word fukei
Shinigami: angel of death. Walter's nickname from his time as a member of Hellsing
-sama: Japanese honorific attached to the end of names to show supremacy
-san: Japanese honorific for those that you do not know well or just want to be a little more formal with
Defective Perfection
Chapter 1
"If you ever encounter a problem, just summon me and all your foes shall fall before you."
That was what he had promised, she distinctly remembered it and he had stayed true to his words so far. As long as she desired it, he would be there by her side to do her every bidding with mockery and insatiable bloodlust. All that it ever took was a quick whisper of his name or just the bare thought of it.
Through the course texture of her dry and heavy throat and the thick lethargic movements of her tongue, she forced the name out once again but all that left her mouth was a rough ghostly grunt that didn't even resemble what she had intended to say.
The short puff of air that filtered through her split lips stung and the pain rewarded her with the same result as she had tried several times before. Nothing. She would have screamed his name as she usually did but the numb and hot sensation on her every fiber of existence condoned even the slightest movement. Her vision, without the aide of spectacles, presented nothing but a blur of gray gloom to accompany the gripping vertigo that refused to leave her head.
Damn, she hated that unforgettable name and its abominable owner. Sadly, it was the only thing she could clearly think of besides the fresh cold streams of liquid that slowly made its way down her back, front, arms and legs, falling little by little to the hazy darkness below.
Alucard.
***********
Five days is an extremely short pinch of time for a creature that lived forever but to Celes Victoria, it felt like eternity. Unconsciously, the young vampire rubbed her palm along the front of her itching throat, swallowing the little bit of saliva that existed in her mouth. With jaded curiosity, she quickly stole a glance towards the man that sat silently away from her, his feet lifted upon a broken table.
Her master had remained still for the past five days, in the same chair, in the same position and most definitely armed with the same weapons. She, herself, roamed the streets every night to fulfill her duty as a Hellsing solider. It was hard, as she had no information, a limited supply of ammunition and most definitely without teammates. Her newly awakened sixth sense was helping but not much as it was rather fickle and hardly accurate. She had asked for her master's assistance, several times to be exact, only to be casually dismissed by a comment about the night and that he was "waiting". Even a hardcore devoted coach-potato can't sit before a TV for five days in a row. They have to eat, sleep and at least, take a shower once in a while although Celes was more then convinced that her master needed none of that. She could have sworn there was dust upon his heavy red coat and the top of his matching hat to prove that he hadn't even fed.
It was odd as five days ago, her master always left at sunset and when he returned, a satisfied smirk would plague his pale complexion for the rest of the night. But now, not even the slightest hint of amusement flickered on his face and five days without a shower was a bit… disconcerting.
Celes looked to the space beside her right foot. The floor was pitch black, occasionally white wherever the fire chose to graciously spare. Not a single page was complete, knowledge split and wasted across the dim dark gloom of the hideout, accentuated by the musky smell of burnt wood.
Ever since the "betrayal" of the Hellsing family one month ago, they have taken refuge in the ruins of Helena's home. No one ever approached it due to its isolated location and it was rumoured that the fire had mysteriously stopped on its own before the fire department made its way to the scene. The strange phenomenon immediately branded this place as being haunted.
Celes picked up the London Times that she had purchased from a convenient store this afternoon on one of her careful trips to the outside world. The papers were filled with murders, accidents and missing individuals; no doubt the work of FREAKS and ghouls. She then reached the column concerning the recent Hellsing scandal and after just reading the first few lines, Celes crumpled the thin dirty pages together and proceeded to rip it apart.
"How could they twist the truth like this!"
"It's called treachery. Humans are especially proficient at that."
Her master's smooth neutral tone immediately released Celes's accumulated frustration and it rushed out in abundance.
"But it's not fair! After all the things Integra-sama has done for them, they just turn around and stab her in the back! Not to mention the time when we saved their old ungrateful rotting wrinkly stinking butts."
Intrigued by his childe's aggravated passion and creative description of asses, Alucard allowed a small corner of his mouth to perk and form a smirk, one that has been lacking for the past five days.
"You really shouldn't concern yourself with human affairs, fukei."
"But Integral-sama's trial is in another two days and I'm really worried. Isn't master worried?"
Celes was rather certain that he was considering his recent odd behavior, instead, his snide smile merely widened at the mention of his master's name.
"I'm beyond petty human emotions."
Celes sighed with defeat and looked to her master with envy and incomprehension. His behavior had always eluded her understanding and she had come to accept that without a question but she couldn't help but wonder if she'll be like him as time moved on.
Celes bit her tongue as her throat itched again. There was only one way to quench this natural thirst, this wild need that seemed to extend itself beyond her body, slowly smuggling its way out. Despite not particularly fond of blood, she can't deny the guilty satisfaction that it gave her.
"Hungry, fukei?"
Celes looked away and gently cradled her throat. Without the aide of the Hellsing Institute, her master always brought back a bag of medical blood whenever he returned from his nightly outings. But ever since his stoned marriage to the chair, Celes had yet to eat in five days. She was used to being given blood, which made asking seemed… inappropriate. His master's taunting smile was not helping either. Celes twiddled her thumb, squirming as the obvious was presented harshly before her.
"Well, it has been five days," She replied, defensively.
Alucard laughed, a few short grunts from his low husky voice.
"You're exaggerating."
"No, I'm not! A little mean to purposely starve me, don't you think, master."
"I just fed you yesterday."
Celes bunched her lips together and mumbled.
"If five days is considered one, yes."
"Despite being immortal, a day is still a day."
"And it has been five days," insisted his childe.
Alucard disliked complaints and with ancient stiffness, he removed his legs from the table. He then stood up from his chair and it suddenly hit him; a strong lust echoing through his limbs, a hunger that cannot be conceived within a day. Why hadn't he felt it before? And absurdly, he was having a headache, an ailment that was strictly human. He can't remember the last time he had one and it was strange, like fog intruding the very logic buried within his brain.
The corner of the shredded newspaper then captured his blood red eyes and the neat line that was printed on the top right corner of every page thrashed into his mind with stoned coldness. November 20th. Impossible.
"Master?! Where are you going?"
But all that answered her was the silence of the room and her master's echoing voice.
-- To the Tower --
To be continued…
OMAKE:
Alucard: Hurry! Hurry! Hurry!
Damn phone line connections, they just don't compare to cable.
OMAKE 2: (something I read in a forum. I laughed when I saw it.)
One day, Sir Integral was surfing the internet until she came across a AxI lemon fic. She immediately phoned Fergusson.
Integral: "Search and Destroy! Search and Destroy!"
OMAKE 3:
Alucard: Hurry! Hurry! Hurry!
Celes: The microwave's timer can't go any faster, Master…
Fukei: police woman. I didn't want to use police woman or cop since it sounds a little weird compared to
the actual word fukei
Shinigami: angel of death. Walter's nickname from his time as a member of Hellsing
-sama: Japanese honorific attached to the end of names to show supremacy
-san: Japanese honorific for those that you do not know well or just want to be a little more formal with
Defective Perfection
Chapter 1
"If you ever encounter a problem, just summon me and all your foes shall fall before you."
That was what he had promised, she distinctly remembered it and he had stayed true to his words so far. As long as she desired it, he would be there by her side to do her every bidding with mockery and insatiable bloodlust. All that it ever took was a quick whisper of his name or just the bare thought of it.
Through the course texture of her dry and heavy throat and the thick lethargic movements of her tongue, she forced the name out once again but all that left her mouth was a rough ghostly grunt that didn't even resemble what she had intended to say.
The short puff of air that filtered through her split lips stung and the pain rewarded her with the same result as she had tried several times before. Nothing. She would have screamed his name as she usually did but the numb and hot sensation on her every fiber of existence condoned even the slightest movement. Her vision, without the aide of spectacles, presented nothing but a blur of gray gloom to accompany the gripping vertigo that refused to leave her head.
Damn, she hated that unforgettable name and its abominable owner. Sadly, it was the only thing she could clearly think of besides the fresh cold streams of liquid that slowly made its way down her back, front, arms and legs, falling little by little to the hazy darkness below.
Alucard.
***********
Five days is an extremely short pinch of time for a creature that lived forever but to Celes Victoria, it felt like eternity. Unconsciously, the young vampire rubbed her palm along the front of her itching throat, swallowing the little bit of saliva that existed in her mouth. With jaded curiosity, she quickly stole a glance towards the man that sat silently away from her, his feet lifted upon a broken table.
Her master had remained still for the past five days, in the same chair, in the same position and most definitely armed with the same weapons. She, herself, roamed the streets every night to fulfill her duty as a Hellsing solider. It was hard, as she had no information, a limited supply of ammunition and most definitely without teammates. Her newly awakened sixth sense was helping but not much as it was rather fickle and hardly accurate. She had asked for her master's assistance, several times to be exact, only to be casually dismissed by a comment about the night and that he was "waiting". Even a hardcore devoted coach-potato can't sit before a TV for five days in a row. They have to eat, sleep and at least, take a shower once in a while although Celes was more then convinced that her master needed none of that. She could have sworn there was dust upon his heavy red coat and the top of his matching hat to prove that he hadn't even fed.
It was odd as five days ago, her master always left at sunset and when he returned, a satisfied smirk would plague his pale complexion for the rest of the night. But now, not even the slightest hint of amusement flickered on his face and five days without a shower was a bit… disconcerting.
Celes looked to the space beside her right foot. The floor was pitch black, occasionally white wherever the fire chose to graciously spare. Not a single page was complete, knowledge split and wasted across the dim dark gloom of the hideout, accentuated by the musky smell of burnt wood.
Ever since the "betrayal" of the Hellsing family one month ago, they have taken refuge in the ruins of Helena's home. No one ever approached it due to its isolated location and it was rumoured that the fire had mysteriously stopped on its own before the fire department made its way to the scene. The strange phenomenon immediately branded this place as being haunted.
Celes picked up the London Times that she had purchased from a convenient store this afternoon on one of her careful trips to the outside world. The papers were filled with murders, accidents and missing individuals; no doubt the work of FREAKS and ghouls. She then reached the column concerning the recent Hellsing scandal and after just reading the first few lines, Celes crumpled the thin dirty pages together and proceeded to rip it apart.
"How could they twist the truth like this!"
"It's called treachery. Humans are especially proficient at that."
Her master's smooth neutral tone immediately released Celes's accumulated frustration and it rushed out in abundance.
"But it's not fair! After all the things Integra-sama has done for them, they just turn around and stab her in the back! Not to mention the time when we saved their old ungrateful rotting wrinkly stinking butts."
Intrigued by his childe's aggravated passion and creative description of asses, Alucard allowed a small corner of his mouth to perk and form a smirk, one that has been lacking for the past five days.
"You really shouldn't concern yourself with human affairs, fukei."
"But Integral-sama's trial is in another two days and I'm really worried. Isn't master worried?"
Celes was rather certain that he was considering his recent odd behavior, instead, his snide smile merely widened at the mention of his master's name.
"I'm beyond petty human emotions."
Celes sighed with defeat and looked to her master with envy and incomprehension. His behavior had always eluded her understanding and she had come to accept that without a question but she couldn't help but wonder if she'll be like him as time moved on.
Celes bit her tongue as her throat itched again. There was only one way to quench this natural thirst, this wild need that seemed to extend itself beyond her body, slowly smuggling its way out. Despite not particularly fond of blood, she can't deny the guilty satisfaction that it gave her.
"Hungry, fukei?"
Celes looked away and gently cradled her throat. Without the aide of the Hellsing Institute, her master always brought back a bag of medical blood whenever he returned from his nightly outings. But ever since his stoned marriage to the chair, Celes had yet to eat in five days. She was used to being given blood, which made asking seemed… inappropriate. His master's taunting smile was not helping either. Celes twiddled her thumb, squirming as the obvious was presented harshly before her.
"Well, it has been five days," She replied, defensively.
Alucard laughed, a few short grunts from his low husky voice.
"You're exaggerating."
"No, I'm not! A little mean to purposely starve me, don't you think, master."
"I just fed you yesterday."
Celes bunched her lips together and mumbled.
"If five days is considered one, yes."
"Despite being immortal, a day is still a day."
"And it has been five days," insisted his childe.
Alucard disliked complaints and with ancient stiffness, he removed his legs from the table. He then stood up from his chair and it suddenly hit him; a strong lust echoing through his limbs, a hunger that cannot be conceived within a day. Why hadn't he felt it before? And absurdly, he was having a headache, an ailment that was strictly human. He can't remember the last time he had one and it was strange, like fog intruding the very logic buried within his brain.
The corner of the shredded newspaper then captured his blood red eyes and the neat line that was printed on the top right corner of every page thrashed into his mind with stoned coldness. November 20th. Impossible.
"Master?! Where are you going?"
But all that answered her was the silence of the room and her master's echoing voice.
-- To the Tower --
To be continued…
OMAKE:
Alucard: Hurry! Hurry! Hurry!
Damn phone line connections, they just don't compare to cable.
OMAKE 2: (something I read in a forum. I laughed when I saw it.)
One day, Sir Integral was surfing the internet until she came across a AxI lemon fic. She immediately phoned Fergusson.
Integral: "Search and Destroy! Search and Destroy!"
OMAKE 3:
Alucard: Hurry! Hurry! Hurry!
Celes: The microwave's timer can't go any faster, Master…