Disclaimer: I do not own Hellsing, would that I could. That belongs to the wonderful Kohta Hirano. Because, if I did own Hellsing, that would mean I owned Alucard. And if I owned Alucard, he and Seras would never leave the basement. : Evil Grin: But alas, own them I do not, so I can only dream, and share said inane fantasies with those poor souls who happen to stumble upon my rambles.
AN/ I have so many Manga and Anime I love, and Hellsing is one of my favorites. Also, I have wanted to write an Alucard/Seras Fan Fiction for a long while yet. I just have not gotten inspiration for a plot 'til now.
Besides, I am a little perturbed over how little fluff there is between Alucard and Seras. I know if he were my master; I'd be all over him. So here begins a series of inane fluff; although it is not going to really be… 'fluff'… considering Alucard's personality. So actually, that should be 'here begins a series of dramatic, angst ridden, ill fated romance with some fluffy interludes'. And it will be good. I'm going to try my very best to keep all the characters, in character. If after reading this, you find some inconstancies or discrepancies, please review and inform me of them so I may rectify my mistakes. And also, if you enjoy this, review as well. I want to hear from everyone, drop me a line. And enjoy!!
(And I know saying 'inconstancies' and 'discrepancies' is sort of redundant, but I care not!)
Seras lay awake in her four poster coffin bed, her right arm lying across her stomach and her left arm thrown limply above her head. She was staring blankly at the closed cover over her. Her mind was in turmoil and she was finding sleep nigh on impossible; though it was the middle of the day and she should have been asleep hours ago.
Hellsing had not had any missions for a week now; it had been very quiet on the Freak front as of late. So she just knew there was something malicious brewing among them; they were likely plotting something along the lines of a large scale invasion. But that was not what had her stricken by insomnia. She had not been sleeping very well for almost a month now; and she couldn't care less about the Freaks as of now, she had something much more crucial on her mind.
She thought she had been doing a rather admiral job of hiding it from Miss Integra Hellsing, her Master's Master; and mayhap the Butler/Angel of Death, Walter was bought as well; but she knew she had not had her Master convinced even in the least. She had seen the sidelong glances he gave her and heard the snide comments. But this was not anything she could possibly confide in him; it was because of him in fact. Of course, she could hardly blame him. It was not his fault he was so damn bloody attractive and irresistible.
Of course, he could stop flaunting his charm and oozing that unholy sexual charisma of his, but that was not likely to happen. It was part of who he was; as much part of him as his infuriating smirk, his smooth, perfect, porcelain white skin, his enthralling blood red eyes, his masculine flawlessly proportioned features…
She groaned in emotional agony and she slid her left forearm down to cover her eyes. She was only torturing herself. But she wanted him. She wanted him very badly. And she knew that it was very likely he knew. How could he not? He was her Master. He always seemed to know exactly what she was doing, and thinking. And that just made her feel absolutely mortified, and afraid to face him. She was at a complete loss. What could she do?
She groaned again and slid her arm up slightly so that it pressed against her chilled forehead and she squinted her eyes open to glare at the lid above her.
How dare he do this to her. She knew that somehow, someway, this was all his doing. It was just like him to have her become besotted with him, and then leave her suffering in agony over what she could never have.
Because he could have absolutely any female he wished. He was powerful enough and charismatic enough to charm or take any female who caught his eye. So why should he bother with her?
Besides…she knew that her Master and his Master had a relationship. They never spoke of any such thing of course, and there was no actual evidence of any liaison; but just the way they seemed connected; the way she spoke to him –so commandeering and abusive- but how he seemed to enjoy it, thrived on it. How else could his consistent devotion to her be explained? There was no other way about it in her mind; and how could she compare?
She blinked away bitter tears and bit her lip angrily. Angry at herself. It would simply not do at all to become jealous or bitter towards her Master's Master, for he would berate and reprimand her harshly she was sure. Besides, Ms. Integra Hellsing was rather kind to her, and fair, and strong. She was ideal for Alucard. She was the head of the Hellsing organization after all. Besides, it certainly was not Master Integra's fault that she was smitten with her servant. She was blameless in this, so getting angry at her would solve nothing; and only serve to make her look a fool. And she'd rather not do anything to attract Master Integra's contempt. That lady was scary when she was mad.
And besides, Alucard was not just any vampire, he was a Nosferatu. A mythical being even among the other vampires. He was without peer. Nobody could compare to his strength, power, and his numerous shadow abilities were unbelievable. So why should she be of any concern to him other than that he had for some reason deemed her worthy enough (or at least interesting enough) to chose her to be his sireling? To her knowledge, he had not granted the 'gift' of the night to anyone else, not ever. Or at least not in a very long, long while. So why her? She knew it
was not simply because she would otherwise have died when he shot her through the lung to kill that vampire masquerading as a priest. Alucard did not feel pity or regret over such things. If he had to kill a hundred innocents to get to one Freak, it all balanced out to him. So why should he care?
She groaned and slid her left arm back down to cover her eyes. She was simply enamored of Alucard; that was all. A silly school-girl crush. It was only because she was a fledgling -an infant of the night- and he was her Master, so it was only natural wasn't it? And it would run its course. Sure as sure. And then she would be fine. It would be very wise to not dwell on such things overlong, she'd only hurt herself and no-one but she would be to blame.
She only had to be strong. And maybe she would win some admiration from Alucard for controlling her fledgling feelings so well…
She hissed in frustration and pressed her arm tighter against her eyelids as she shook her head violently.
No! That was not the way she wanted to be thinking! If she began to try and curry favor, and began to grow dependent on his praise and admiration then that would not help her whatsoever in her quest to be over him. That would be the opposite of productive.
No, she had to be strong. Steal herself. She had to throw herself into her training sessions and her missions and try and focus her attention on anything and everything except her Master. And how dashing he was. And how powerful and awe-inspiring, terrifying, dark…beautiful…
She clenched her teeth –and forgetting where see was just this moment- sat up. She thumped her head loudly against the cover over her coffin and fell backwards with a startled yelp of pain; seeing stars.
She snarled in indignant fury over her own stupidity and began to fumble about herself, searching for the button to raise the top. She finally found it and pressed it angrily. She waited impatiently for the top to rise and then rolled out of her coffin and began to pace the floor restlessly, her hands clenching and unclenching convulsively by her sides.
She caught sight of the packet of donated blood in a bucket of ice on the table in the center of the room and froze in mid-step; contemplating.
She had recently resigned herself to being a child of the night –and thus partaking of blood- and she had reluctantly come to the conclusion that –after all- who did it hurt to drink donated blood; from the blood bank? Not a soul. And this way it kept her –and her Master- from losing control and feeding on some poor peasant.
Besides, it was not like it was possible for her to eat anything else at all anymore. And what had she expected when she gave Alucard permission to change her? She had known vampires drank
blood. Now it was time to accept that fact, and adapt. She was strong; she knew she could survive this. She had been putting it off for so long because she was afraid of losing her humanity; but she had given that up the moment Alucard bit her. She finally came to the grudging conclusion that she could keep her 'humanity' by drinking the donated blood, and thus not attacking a poor innocent.
But that did not mean she had to like it, or even drink it often. But her Master had seemed pleased with when she had finally started to drink her blood instead of dumping it down the lavatory; very, very pleased in fact. She flushed at the memory of his praising her and slowly walked over to the table and sat down in the chair.
She reached tentatively for the bag and then turned it over in her hands several times; thinking. She then grimaced and lay her head down on the table between her elbows, her arms stretched out on the table in front of her, the bag of blood still held in her hands.
What could she possibly do? Every single thing reminded her of Alucard. She took a deep breath in through her nose and sat back up. Well, Alucard was always telling her that if she drank her blood more often she would be stronger; and if she were stronger surely her self-control would be as well. Wouldn't it?
So with grim determination she uncapped the bag and began to slowly drink the blood; a little upset that the taste did not bother anymore; in fact –to her horror- she found that she rather enjoyed it now. But what could she do? She could not be a timid little twilight walker anymore, Hellsing needed all the help they could get against the growing Freak population; and she could no longer stand being a disgrace to her Master. She would make him proud, make all of them proud.
Besides, with how little sleep she had been getting of late; she needed all the strength she could possibly get. She had no wish for anyone to notice and comment on her lack of performance due to being hungry and tired. She had no excuse to give; at least not one she was willing to share.
After she finished her meal, she finally felt her eyelids grow heavy. She was elated; it seems she would finally be able to get some sleep. It seemed that her decision to ignore her growing affection and attraction towards her master, combined with her determination to finally fully embrace the night, had freed her of what tensions had caused her insomnia.
So with a sleepy –and pleased- smile she crawled back into her four poster coffin, and laid herself down. She depressed the button and closed her eyes as the bed sank into the ground; leaving her in a comforting darkness.
But as soon as she felt she should be drifting off to sleep, her eyes snapped open and she stared dejectedly at the coffin cover above her.
For some reason, she still could not find it in herself to sleep. She felt as if there was something missing. After an intense and thorough internal inventory she realized that she was terribly lonely, and was intense longing to have her Master by her side.
She snarled in impotent rage and lifted her right wrist to her mouth and bit down hard enough to draw blood in order to stifle a scream of rage.
This was definitely Alucard's doing. There was no other explanation. Well, she refused to give him the satisfaction of knowing that he kept her awake all through the day even when he was not anywhere near her. She dropped her arm back to her side, closed her eyes, and began to meditate.
"I will not lose to you in this, my Master…" She hissed angrily to the empty air as she slowly drifted off to sleep, and after a short while her exhausted body finally relinquished her to the oblivion of slumber.
And unbeknownst to the sleeping vampiress, a pair of blood red eyes, which had been peering out from the black mirror in her room for some time now, glowed brighter momentarily before slowly fading away, accompanied by a darkly amused chuckle.
It seems the game had only just begun.
AN/ Well? What do you all think of this one? It is an intriguing beginning if I do say so myself. And I just did. XD And things only get more complicated form here on out. Most of my Fan Fictions are rather straight forward –romance-wise at least- so I am trying to make this one complicated. A little bit. It will be Alucard/Seras of course. But there will be some Alucard/Integra and a little Pip/Seras. Well, review if you want the second chapter! Review I say!!