A/N: Hello everyone! I was so happy to finally post the first chapter of Clarviziune, an idea that has been in my head for sometime.
The title means 'Clairvoyance' in the Romanian language, which I felt suited the story rather well considering Alucard's origins. He will be speaking his old language in this!
Summary:
Second sight, or better yet Clairvoyance; the supposed faculty of perceiving things or events in the future or beyond normal sensory contact. Simply put- the ability to see glimpses of the future, through waking dreams or the rattling sensation of visions. Willow Rhodes possessed this unnatural power from the time she could walk; now she uses it to aid the Hellsing Organisation. Images of Alucard began surfacing in her mind and she was aware of his impending return. Now that he has, she comes to realise that Fate is a strange thing and her gift leads her down a road of danger, fear and irrevocable love.
This first chapter is short but I promise the next chapters will be longer! X3
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This sunrise...I have seen this…
Every time I die...this is the vision…
That greets my eyes…
And I think…
How lovely that sunlight is...which I forsook so many centuries ago…
Resounding bangs ricocheted off the walls and a strangled gasp escaped her as she shot up in her bed, nimble hands twisting the sheets in an iron grip. Her hazel-coloured eyes were wide and swirling with shock and fear; the noises had awoken her but the dream had shook her to the core. So much blood. So much death. The shadow of a man plagued by both. Crimson eyes flashed in her mind and she shivered, bringing her arms up to wrap around herself. While the man from her ongoing dreams did strike a chord of fear, there was a sadness about him. She sensed the presence of loneliness and despair.
Dreams such as this one, whimsical and fleeting as they are, were a common occurrence for her. This particular one had been happening for sometime now and she had an inkling as to why.
But where had the banging come from? They sounded like the shots of a firearm.
Willow's tired eyes travelled around her room, located on the second floor of the Hellsing Manor, searching to make sure all was well. With a sigh of relief, she pushed the covers off herself and climbed out of the double bed. As she was putting on an old pair of flat shoes, she heard a second bang from upstairs; though this one wasn't the firing of a gun, but the slamming of a door.
Stumbling as she went, Willow ran across the carpeted floor for her bedroom door and tore out into the shadowed hallway. No soldiers were about so it obviously wasn't an attack; she would have been awoken sooner if that were the case. The young woman hurried to the staircase, dark brown hair billowing behind her. Sir Integra's office and bedroom were on the third floor, where the worrying sounds had originated from. Willow hoped everything was alright. She knew Seras Victoria, the Hellsing Organisation's resident vampire, would be there in a split second to aid her human master. So that gave her a semblance of relief.
Thundering up the stairs and down the corridor, clad in nothing but a blue tank top and white shorts, Willow neared the Iron Maiden's room; but a sight outside the tall windows made her freeze. Gaping in bewilderment, the woman stared up at the full moon hovering ominously above the manor. The moon didn't have its usual pure glow though, it was a brilliant red. A red moon, and it was beautiful. All the pieces began to click together in Willow's mind and she was now more sure of what was happening.
Returning her attention to the task at hand, Willow continued her journey down the hallway and soon reached the doorway of Sir Integra's room. She noticed that it was already open and stood just outside it by the wall, listening to the voices within.
"Were you skulking in here...to drink my blood?" Sir Integra's voice was a soft whisper, so unlike her usual firm tone.
A deep, cynical laugh echoed off the walls and Willow's eyes widened a little; she recognised that laughter, she had heard it in her visions and dreams.
"You need to ask?" The voice questioned rhetorically, chuckling in an almost tired manner then. "I haven't eaten anything in thirty years...I'm famished…"
Willow heard the quiet padding of Sir Integra's feet on the checkered floor and knew she was approaching the man.
"The young woman you knew is gone…" The utter was solemn and sad, Willow frowned sympathetically. She knew how Sir Integra felt about aging. "I'm ancient..."
The man huffed humorously, "And I'm not?"
Willow clutched the wooden frame of the doorway with her slender fingers and dared to peer into the room. Her hazel-eyed gaze fell on Seras first, the wispy tendrils of the Draculina's shadow arm immediately demanding her attention. The vampire was resting her Harkonnen against her shoulder and stood proudly, observing the interaction before her. Willow's eyes then fell on the two other figures in the room and only felt a mild surge of shock at the sight of the man on the floor, his back against the wall.
The young woman watched on as Integra bit down on a finger and drew it out, raising it above the vampire before her. The two really were Master and Servant, the strong loyalty between them was powerful and Willow felt the sheer joy emanating from Seras and even Integra towards the man. A thin stream of blood was flowing from the small self-inflicted wound, and Willow's grip on the doorway tightened when she saw the pleased smirk on the vampire's face.
"You're home, my dear Count." Sir Integra breathed softly, a smile on her beautiful, dark-skinned face.
The man's smirk widened the slightest, but Willow could feel a bout of contentment from him.
"Back forevermore, my Countess." He whispered, his voice smooth and baritone. He stretched out his toned neck, opening his mouth and allowing his serpent-like tongue to slide out.
Willow's bright eyes followed the descent of the drop of blood that fell from Integra's finger, watching as the vampire took the first taste.
A satisfied growl erupted from his chest as he licked his lips, savouring the taste. "My Master, your blood's flavour remains untainted...it is as delicious as it was forty years ago."
Integra smiled ruefully, "I still live by the name of Iron Maiden. Untouched and pure." Her ice-blue eyes hardened slightly. "Remember that, vampire, the next time you dare enter my room."
The man bared his fangs in a wide grin, "Master, I meant no harm. It was all merely in jest!"
"Yes, I am sure it was and-Willow?" Sir Integra's bemused voice broke Willow out of her trance and her big eyes flew to the older woman's. Sir Integra had noticed her, but of course she did; Integra was attuned with everything around her that way.
The young woman smiled brightly and stepped into the room, catching Seras's greeting nod at the corner of her eye. "Forgive me Sir Integra, I heard noises and came to investigate." The stare of the vampire on the floor was not lost on Willow and she glanced his way for a moment, meeting his pink-hued eyes.
"I see." Integra nodded her head in understanding. "Well you can thank Alucard here for that." She waved a dismissive hand in the direction of said vampire, who couldn't seem to remove the grin from his face.
"Alucard…" Willow's whisper was awe-filled and soft, "Yes, of course…"
Alucard rose from the floor in one, graceful movement and the woman could see an acute interest in his vampiric eyes as he stared at her. His unique eyes unnerved her, though not in an entirely negative way. They were so different from the crimson orbs from her dreams, the pinkish shade to them a new addition. It must be a result of what he had to face within himself.
Alucard was a handsome man, devilishly handsome she admitted. He was the embodiment of the term "Tall, Dark & Sexy". A noble face free of blemishes or scars, his lips were smirking and behind them were the sharpest of fangs; though Willow had no doubt that he was an experienced kisser, if what she read in Dracula was any indication. The blackest of hair protruded from his head in an unkempt fashion that was oddly attractive. It seemed to have a mind of its own as it waved without a breeze. He also adorned clothing from the Victorian era; a deep crimson duster and a crisp, black suit. The combat boots threw her a little but they suited him. Beneath the clothing, his muscularity was blatant. He appeared lanky but his shoulders were incredibly broad and due to his vampirism, a lot of strength was held in those lean arms and gloved hands. Gloves in which bared the mark of the Hellsing Cromwellian Restriction. It bounded him to the family.
The man from her dreams was the one from the past, Willow was aware of this, but the vampire who stood before her was the same man. Though differences could be sensed. Willow just couldn't believe that she was now in the company of the No-Life King. The King of Vampires. Count Dracula.
"And who might you be?" Alucard asked curiously, his voice deepening. "Willow, was it?"
The smile on Willow's face grew and she approached him, her bare legs moving confidently. "Yes. I'm Willow Rhodes. I am one of the nurses on hand for the Hellsing Organisation." She held out her hand for him to shake, knowing she needn't feel fear around this man; he was chained like a dog after all. Plus, he wouldn't hurt her. She was sure of that. "It is a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance Alucard."
The vampire eyed her hand warily for a few seconds before reaching out to grasp it firmly. Willow twitched when his hand engulfed her much smaller one, a shiver racing up her spine; it definitely wasn't an unpleasant one. Alucard smirked darkly at her, ebony bangs shadowing his eyes, where a mischievous glint could be seen in their depths. He had picked up on her reaction, Willow realised.
"The pleasure is all mine, Ms. Rhodes." He rumbled, a distinct growl in his voice. Her insides warmed at the tone and the caress of his white glove as he suddenly raised her hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to her to knuckles.
Her breath hitched and she grinned bashfully, a blush blooming across her cheeks. This vampire was obviously charismatic and knew how to charm a woman; she was affected by the interaction between them, but she could easily overcome it.
"Just Willow is fine! None of that 'Ms. Rhodes' please." She pulled her hand back when he released it.
Alucard cocked an elegant eyebrow at her and looked like he wanted to respond but Sir Integra's voice cut in before he could.
"Well Willow, it appears your vision was correct." The woman stated and casted a light glare over Willow's shoulder. "And wipe that smug grin off your face, Seras, before I shoot it off."
The Draculina giggled gleefully and bounded over, throwing her arm around Willow's shoulders. The young woman laughed and returned Seras's broad grin with one of her own; she was happy to see the vampiress beaming so joyfully, she was definitely happy to have her true Master back. Seras had told Willow the story of her turning thirty years ago, how Alucard had given her the choice of becoming a creature of the night. To walk powerful and singular for all eternity. Seras was the first fledgling Alucard took since Mina Harker and Seras was nothing to scoff at; Alucard would be proud of how far the woman had come. Willow had gotten a glimpse of what the early times of Seras's unlife had been like and the Police Girl had evolved into a frighteningly strong beast since then.
"Sorry, sir! But Willow and I have been telling you that Master would return!" Seras chirped and directed a grin Alucard's way. "I've been promising you for thirty years and Willow's visions started two years ago!"
"Yes, yes. I am well aware." Integra grumbled before yawning. She stretched and Willow heard her old bones creak at the action. "While this event has been riveting, I am afraid an old woman is in dire need of rest."
"Bored with me already, my Master?" Alucard asked mockingly, a malicious laugh sounding from him.
"I refuse to lose sleep for anyone, servant." Integra climbed into bed, drawing the sheets over herself. "Even your return from a thirty year absence isn't an exception to that. Now begone, I am sure you are tired also."
The vampire grinned and nodded his head, long hair swaying with the motion. "Of course, my Master. Good evening~"
"Goodnight Sir Integra." Laughter bubbled in Willow's throat at the woman's answering grunt and all three occupants left the room; even Alucard chose the door as his route of departure, Willow found the sight strange considering what Seras had told her of the No-Life King. And from what she had seen in her visions.
Willow shut the door behind her and a soft smile graced her features when she saw Seras brimming with excitement, grinning up at her master. Willow noticed the underlying emotion of fatherly pride in Alucard's eyes as he set his attention on his now fully- fledged Draculina. She understood that the bond between Sire and Childe was strong on a physical and psychic level. Seras felt the need to be close to the one who created her, and in turn Alucard's instincts would push him to interact with the one closest to him. One of kin. Someone of his bloodline. Willow knew they could even speak through the means of thoughts too. Vampires were eccentric beings, truthfully.
"Master, I just knew you'd be back! I never lost faith!" Seras cradled her Anti-Freak cannon to her bountiful chest and her scarlet eyes shone with joy.
"I am pleased to hear you never doubted me, Police Girl." Alucard smirked, though there was a kind twinge to it. "And you have grown in my absence."
Willow chose that moment to intervene, seeing as Seras was so happy she could barely form a sentence at the moment. Alucard's praise nearly made the poor vampiress explode.
"She has, you should see her in action." She smiled at Alucard when his magenta orbs landed on her.
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"Really? Perhaps I should."
As he answered, Alucard allowed his curious gaze to roam along the body of this strange, enticing woman. He had caught her scent outside the room immediately when she first arrived and by God, was it a scent. He had to fight the urge to look away from his Master, who he wanted to focus solely on; that had been hard due to the appearance of this creature. Her blood sung for him, called out for him to sink his fangs into her silky skin and take sinful gulps. Her body wasn't pale like Seras's nor was she dark-skinned, she was a shade lighter than Integra and utterly gorgeous; he was convinced this woman's skin would be the most exotic of flavours, like that of her blood. This was the first time in centuries he had ever craved for the taste of someone's essence so much; even Mina's fragrance wasn't as grasping nor as mind boggling. This Willow, who had a beautiful name that rolled off his tongue in the most pleasing of ways, was a sublime creature. Barely five minutes of knowing her and Alucard was hooked. Chained. Enraptured. He wanted her, in the most darkest of ways.
Her hourglass figure was on display for him in her thin, short nightwear. Willow possessed full curves and her breasts, perky and perfectly rounded, were definitely more than a handful; this delighted him and the possibilities were endless. Her thighs were gorgeously thick and he would commit the most dastardly of sins to have his head between them. His hips too. Her covered feet, along with her hands, were small and dainty. She was such fragile looking creature, one that could easily be broken.
I could protect you.
Wait, he thought, where did that come from? Such a thought never should have roused from the crevices of his dark mind. Alucard narrowed his eyes in contempt, but that soon changed when he looked at her face. If he had a beating heart, or if he had one at all, it would have stopped dead in his chest. He could now have a good, proper look at her face. It was heart-shaped and her cheeks were a rosy pink. Her soft lips were plump and temptingly kissable; he would ravage that mouth if ever given the chance. He breathed deeply, a habit that remained with him for centuries, when his gaze locked with her large, doe-like eyes. They were a bright hazel, flecks of gold surrounding the black pupil. Long lashes fluttered when she blinked at him, brushing the tops of her cheeks. Dark hair framed her lovely face and travelled down her back in thick waves. It was unruly but Alucard found this endearing and the urge to touch it was a strong one.
He wanted this woman. This odd little creature.
He wanted to own her. Mind, body and soul.
"You wouldn't be disappointed." Willow's melodious voice snapped him back to reality and Alucard gave her a diabolical smirk.
"The Police Girl is of my bloodline. I am positive I won't be." He replied and saw Seras throwing a toothy grin at Willow.
"Willow, you should head back to bed. It's late and you will be given a load of work tomorrow." The Draculina said and Alucard's eyes remained firmly on Willow as realisation washed over her face.
"Oh right! The mission, I completely forgot!" She yipped and scurried past Alucard and he rotated his body to watch her go.
She spun around and smiled, "Again, it was lovely meeting you Alucard! I am sure you have questions and I promise to answer them soon!" She giggled then and Alucard felt a lurch in his loins. Hell, what was this woman?
"Goodnight to you both!" Willow trotted down the hallway and descended the stairs, brown hair flowing with her as she departed.
There was a silence between him and the Police girl as his eyes stayed rooted to where Willow had been. Her scent was clouding his mind, it was all around him. This sudden want for a mere woman confounded him, angered him in a sense. She seemed different from any normal human though, perhaps that was why he thirsted for not only her blood, but her body as well. Or it could simply be the fact that he had spent the last thirty years with nothing but the souls dwelling within him. All the killing and massacring of each familiar must had left him craving for the body of a living, breathing thing. Someone with hot blood pumping in their veins. If that was true though, then why didn't he have the mad craving for Integra? Why Willow? Damn it all, this was confusing and he had only gotten back ten minutes ago.
"Master?" Seras called for him and he tilted his head slightly to regard her with questioning eyes.
She held a knowing gleam in her red ones, "She is a curious thing, I know."
"...She isn't a normal human, is she?" He snarled lowly but she didn't seem affected. Good. She had gotten stronger, was no longer the trepid little newborn from decades ago; he was immensely proud. He could feel his demon grinning.
"No, she isn't." Seras shook her head, blond bangs obscuring one of her big eyes from view. "But like she said, she will answer any questions you have soon. Her and Sir Integra both, I am not really in the place to reveal anything." She shrugged sheepishly and spun around on her heel to head down the hallway, opposite the direction that Willow went.
"Come on, Master! Let's get your coffin out of the cell it was shoved into!"
Alucard turned to follow his energetic fledgling but halted in his tracks, glancing over his broad shoulder one last time. His haunting stare rested on the top of the staircase leading down to the west wing of the second floor. He stayed like that for a short while before finally moving when Seras's voice rang in his ears again. Alucard hummed thoughtfully to himself and returned to being led by his Childe; thoughts of Willow swimming around in his mind. It was much quieter in his head now, no more wailing voices intruding upon his thoughts. All that was there now, were images of the mysterious young woman he had just met. He would learn more about her, why he felt so attracted to her. His questions would be answered.
Still though.
He knew the want would probably never leave.
Not until he had a taste of Willow Rhodes.
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A/N: There you have it! Chapter One! I sincerely hope you enjoyed it!
Alucard is my favourite fictional character and I have been just dying to write a story for him and the OC I created. He is an insanely attractive specimen who deserves a good woman~
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