Hey everyone! This Fic is dedicated to HotpantsHeather because she is just so cool and so freaking awesome. And she's written a couple of fics for me already after I've given her some ideas on AIM. For those of you who do not know her, I highly suggest you go off and read and review her work. Its fucking wonderful!!!!!!!!!!!
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A random jot that I thought she would like! Sorry if it's a bit short, girlie! Tell me what you think when you read it! See ya, girl!
-Liz
…Happiness…
…Misery…
…Love….
….Hate…
…Truth…
….Lies…
It was all the same. No matter what he did, no matter whom he turned to. Everything always was the same and the same it remained. Forever an untouchable snow. For you see, Enrico Maxwell's heart was a cold and untouchable island of frigged steal. His smiles were false and often a time associated with that of a sneer. He was rude and obnoxious but deep down inside he was nothing more than a mere child. His heart was delicate and fragile and he did all he could to protect it.
But then she came along.
The Ice Queen, the Iron Maiden, the Director of the Hellsing Organization -his sworn rival- Sir Integra Fairbrooks Wingates Hellsing. The woman of his dreams, so beautiful and cold. Like new fallen snow. Enrico remembered the first time he had ever laid eyes on the twenty-two year old noble woman.
Integra's words lashed out and parried with his own in a fierce competition for dominance. She had been rude and demanding -just like any woman. With a fierce demeanor and cold cerulean eyes that seemed to calculate his every move. But still, Enrico could not help but be entranced by her foreign eyes. So beautiful…so deadly…so cold.
When their meeting had ended and he had flown back to Rome he knew one thing and one thing only. He wanted her, badly. To kiss those peach lips and run his hands through that platinum blonde hair. To gently stroke soft creamy brown skin and to stare deeply into young azure eyes that had seen and down much. To hold the hand of the woman who demanded more respect and obedience than the Queen of England herself.
Yes, Enrico Maxwell had fallen in love with Integra Hellsing.
Red eyes
Cheshire grin
Clad in the blood of men
The No-Life King.
When Enrico had finally given into himself he realized something. The way her 'pet' vampire, Alucard looked at his Master. With eyes of love and adoration. Trembling hands of lust. And the weak-knee of nervousness. And the quiver of a voice that told Enrico that the vampire was not only lusting after his Master, but he too had fallen for the young maid.
No! He cannot! He must not! I love her! Not him! No! I won't let him have her!
Enrico's thoughts soon turned to dark and hateful ones. What was once an innocent desire soon turned to something much deeper - obsession. He didn't know when it had started. But perhaps it had been the first time he laid eyes on Integra. Or was it when he had defended her against the Pope? Or maybe it was when he had backed her against the wall and let his warm lips crush against her's.
He couldn't do anything about it! She was in his mind constantly. Enrico did his best to drown out all thoughts of her. Trying to rid herself of her gorgeous face with bury himself in paperwork. Tearing at his flesh when he remembered and longed for her soft touch. Practically ripping his hair out when he remembered her smile.
What has happened to me?!
…Action…
…Reaction…
…Crime…
…Punishment…
…Bliss…
…Agony…
…Lust…
…Obsession…
…Life…
…Death.