Chimamire no Kuchizuke (Bloody Kiss)

by Kidd Skull

20-Year-old Aya was normal enough. Collage student, internship, awkward family. Until Alucard finds her, that is. She soon discovers why she has an almost unhealthy liking for the dark ages and why she's had strange dreams since she was a child. What's more, she finds out that her situation with the No-Life King is no coincidence and there are darker things than vampires stirring.

1. Chapter 1

血まみれ の くちづけ

Chimamire no Kuchizuke

Bloody Kiss

By Kidd Skull

'Ello everyone. I hope you all enjoy this new story of mine. No, I havn't given up on my Fairy Tail story, I'm just having a hard time lately and wanted to get this out.

I hope everyone enjoys.

Disclaimer: I do not own Hellsing, Hellsing Ultamate, or Hellsing Ultamate Abridged. I only claim rights to unfamiliar charaters in this story and this fanfiction itself.

Osu!

(3rd Person POV)

A young woman in a dark pair of jeans, a soft blue shirt and a lightweight black tight-knit sweater stepped out onto the street from the apartment complex where she lived in a flat that her father paid for. The blonde didn't live with him, but her father loved spoiling her, and that was the best he could do since she wanted her freedom. In truth, her father was overbearingly protective of his only child.

The blonde woman sighed and scanned the street with her cerulean blue eyes as she walked. She was headed for a bus stop and her medium height kept her pace from being too quick. Her body was slim, her hips generous and her breasts were fairly large, but she didn't seem to pay them much mind, her self-defence traing having taught her to move around them.

She turned the corner to where the bus shelter was located, only to notice the bus was already sitting at the stop, the last few people getting on. She broke into a light sprint to cover the few yards between her and the bus doors, her breasts bouncing. She made it in time and paid the bus fare with a card that held her membership information. The name on the card read Ayarelle Skyebrooke, but to most people, she was just Aya or Ms. Skyebrook as the bus driver greeted her.

Aya was a regular on this bus, it led to the museam the young collage student went to in order to do her internship. She nodded and smiled slightly to the driver in polite acknowledgement, her golden hair bouncing in her ponytail, the loose strands by her ears and eyes tickling her skin slightly.

The twenty-year-old then took her seat in the third row back, by the left window. She waited quietly, watching out the window as the city passed by, lost in thought until the bus reached her stop.

(Aya's POV):

I sighed. I have to help the curator take stock of the new shipment the museam got in the other day. It's going to be a long night, but I'm kind of looking forward to it. The shipment is a new display of 15th century artwork and manuscripts. Maybe even a set of armor or two. But I'm not supposed to try and handle the heavy stuff yet, seeing as I'm an inturn.

I made my way off the bus that I had to take to get from my flat to the museam, slowly clambering out onto the sidewalk infront of the large building. I started up the massive-looking amount of steps to get to the front doors, just to find that they're all locked. I glanced at the clock across the street in the park. It was about 7:15 in the evening, I was five minutes too early for the curator to be here, he arrived around 7:20ish.

I sighed and slumped against the concrete basin that doubled as a handrail for the stairs. There where a few plants in the basin, some looking a little water deprived. I happened to glance back across the street to the park again and immedeately stiffened. There was a man standing near the edge of the park, staring at me.

I squinted, trying to get a better look at the man, but the street lamps decided to flicker on at that precise moment, and he was standing just so that he was cast in shadow, making it impossible to make out anything distinctive about the man, besides the fact that he seemed incredibly tall.

My attention was suddenly caught by the curator stepping infront of me from behind me. I looked up at him, surprised and probably a little ashen. "Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. The door's unlocked now, Aya, you may come inside." He said. "O-okay, thanks, Mr. Casenburry."

He headed inside before me and I looked back over to the park where I had seen the man, only to find he had disappeared into thin air. I looked up and down the street a bit, trying to find any sign of the man, but to no avail. "He's just gone... But... He was just there..." I mumbled aloud, astonished and a bit confused. However, my time to ponder the strange tall man was up as the curator beconed me inside to begin assisting him sort the manuscripts.

(Alucard's POV)

I look up to the night sky, to the moon, and smile. The night is very young. I heard over the com that ghouls had been spotted north of my current location. I head that way and hear a faint chuckle behind me. Ah, the inexperience of a level D vampire. My smile widens and I begin to laugh. Such frail vampires, to hide behind ghouls. I take a step forward just to be yelled at. "Hey, you filth! If you were a real vampire, you wouldn't be a slave to humans. You're a dog without his canines!" I hiss between my teeth and extend my fangs a bit, my grin widening. "And you are scum, not even a vampire! You are a lesser vampire, a true vampire doesn't hide behind ghouls." With that said, I draw my beautiful gun, the Cashull, and shoot the bastard out of existance. "That went easier than I expected. He was not even a warm-up."

~((Slight Timeskip, brought to you by taking a walk))~

(Aya's POV)

I slowly exhaled an exhausted breath, stretching my back by leaning back with my hands on my lower back. "ARAAGH... That took forever." I stood upright and slumped forward slightly, my shoulders hunched, and headed for the museam's frontward exit.

I left the building and looked around slightly, feeling eyes on me. The street was nearly pitch black, the only sources of light being the pools of safety from the streetlamps which where few and far between. I shivered involentairly, still feeling watched. I pulled my lightweight jacket closer around me, more for comfort than warmth.

Finally, I decide to head down the stairs and over to the sheltered bus stop. Once I arrive there, I notice a man sitting on the bench, seemingly waiting for the bus as well. He seemed fairly unkept, his messy reddish-brown hair melting down the sides of his face to form a fuzzy beard around his chin. His eyes where closed, dark circles around them from obvious lack of sleep and his eyeballs themselves seemed a bit sunk in. He was dressed in what appeared to be a long, tattered, and patched up brown cloak with a makeshift denim hood attached.

Slightly put off by the man's presence, I kept my distance, staying just inside the circle of light given by the dim bus shelter LEDs. I glanced over at the now alit clock in the park across the way, it was 10:26pm. The bus should arrive in three minutes or so, so I tried to relax.

I stood there akwardly, on the edge of the shelter for about two and a half minutes before I heard the man shift. I tensed slightly, glancing over to find the man staring at me with what appeared to be brown eyes in the dim lighting.

"Nights like thase make me won' a drink, aye?" He spoke with a light accent, Scottish perhaps. "Um... Yeah, I guess." I replied, trying to be polite. 'So he's a drunk, great.' I mentally hoped that he wouldn't try anything.

The bus pulled up as if answering my prayers. The man allowed me to step onto the bus before him and I mumbled my thanks to him. I paid the fare and chose the window seat on the right in the second row. I watched the man get on the bus, pay his fare, and walk past me.

Thinking my fears were over, and I was just being parinoid, I began to relax in my seat as the bus began moving once more. Then I felt someone breathe down the back of my neck and I instantly tensed. "I can smell ye purity all over ye, lass. Ye' gon be a tasty 'ne, aye. I'll save ye for last, lass. Then yae can be my playting, whaddye think?" A light Scottish voice whispered all too close to my ear, some strands of my golden hair moving with his heavy breaths.

Time seemed to slow down then, and the next thing I register is screaming. I whip around to witness the 'drunk' bite into a woman's throat, she was in all pink, but her clothes were soon dyed red with her own blood. I stared in horror as the man tore her throat out, the woman's blood pouring out from his lips, down over his chin and onto his stained cloak. The woman fell to the ground heavily, her body unmoving. The cloaked man then moved on to a man in a buisnes suit, doing the same as before.

I stared in horror, unable to move or speak or scream as the other occupants of the bus screamed and paniced, attempting to escape or just simply being ripped apart by the man. The woman in pink got up slowly and looked around blankly, her skin greyed and leathery in appearance. She then lunged at some of the passengers near her who had been attempting to pry the emergency windows open. They were all torn into in a similar way that she had been, more and more of the previously attacked pasengers rising up to inflict damage on the others.

Suddenly I felt my senses return to me, could smell the blood, hear the tearing of flesh, the crunching of bone. I noticed the cloaked man had moved to the front of the bus, and, laughing like a crazed hyena, tore the driver's head clear off his shoulders. I reacted quickly, running on adrenaline and crunched myself into the bus seat in the fetal position, covering my head and bracing for impact.

The bus ran up a curb and into a few benches, the momentum sending the bus to it's side. After sliding for a few feet and slamming into a partially finished building on a construction site, the bus finally haulted its movement.

I uncurled slowly, checking my body for injuries as I did so. My forehead was cut above my left eyebrow and my right arm had a shard of glass in it and was a bit difficult to move. I wiped at my face a bit to clear the blood, then pulled tenatively on the shard in my bicep, wincing and deciding to leave it for now. I crawled over to a window that was busted open and carefully drag myself over the jagged glass and out of the wrekage.

I test my legs and once I note they're fine, I stand. I look around to get my bearings and notice that the bus was jammed halfway into a building under construction. I start to walk toward the hole in the surrounding fencing where the bus had ripped through until crazed Scottish laughter froze me in my tracks. The man responcible for this whole mess steped out from around the fence. My blood ran cold. How was he still alive?!

"Ach. I told ye I'd save yeh fer later, wee lass." He raked his eyes over me and grinned. "Yer quite well end'wd up top and ye go' a pretty face. I think I'll keep ye fer a long while." He laughed then closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, his eyes then snapping open. "Yer bleedn' lassie." My eyes widen. How could he tell from so far? He was at least a hundred feet away and it was nearly pitch black out, no lights around for a ways.

Suddenly the man was ten feet away. I backed away, terrified. "H-how... Wh-why? Who are you? WHAT are you?!" He grinned at me, reveaing sharp fangs, his red eyes lighting up. "Ach. I'm a vampire, my wee beauty." I paniced and ran. 'A vampire? But how? That- That's not possible!' I could hear his maniacal laughter echoing around the site as I ran. "Yee, run, lassie, it makes it more fun fer me!" I eventually ran out into a cleared area, the fence opposite me. Adrenaline fueling me, I sprinted for the far end, only to be roughly grabbed around my stomach and brought to a dead stop, the air flying from my lungs.

He chuckled darkly as his hands roamed my upper body as I struggled to catch my breath. His left hand traveled down my stomach and further and I gasped as he roughly groped the area between my legs. He chuckled and spoke in a breathless voice. "Aye, yer pure alri'. I love playin with meh new toys. Donnae worry though, I gotta drink ye first if I wannae keep ye, my wee lass."

I shuddered and struggled helplessly, my breath having returned to me, only for me to gasp it out when his knees forced mine apart, his right arm wrapped around my waist and his hand grabbed between my thighs again. With his other hand he brushed my long blonde hair away from my neck. I struggled, but his right arm was like a vice around me, rendering me immobile. He licked up the length of my throat, growling. I fought back tears. 'Not again! There's no one to help me this time, though...' I started when I felt those sharp fangs I saw earlier graze my flesh. My tears began to leak out of their own accord. 'Please, no-!'

Suddenly, the floodlights stationed around the cleared area turned on with a blinding white glare. "Preying on humans, raising ghouls, destroying property for your amusement. What will you weakling vampires sink to next?" Suddenly, a tall male adorned with a red fedora, matching duster, and orangeish shades had appeared nearby, his boots compacting the dirt of the cleared area.

"'Hoo the bloody 'ell are 'oou?" the Scottish male responded from behind me, surprised. He suddenly pulls a sharp and jagged blade from somewhere on his person and places it rather roughly against my throat with his left arm, his right still holding me tightly against his body. "Ach. She's mine, now ge' los'."

(Alucard's POV)

I growled deep in my throat. She was not his! I let a hiss escape between my teeth. "It's not very polite to demand someone's name before offering your own, nor is it polite to assault a woman, you scum." Why do I feel so offended and infuriated at this piece of trash? I normally don't get this worked up on a mission. I want to tear him apart, rip his throat out, tourture him with a slow death. I normally just enjoy the slaughter. Wait. That girl. Was it because of her? But why would she elict such emotion from me? Unless... I need to get closer, examine her.

(Aya's POV)

The man in the red duster seemed to growl. "It's not very polite to demand someone's name before offering your own," He spoke with a sense of eloquence, his words pronounced with clarity and an underlying accent that was sightly forign. "Nor is it polite to assault a woman, you scum." Well he was cetainly gentlemanly. But it doesn't matter much if he's gentlemanly or not, I don't think I'll get out of this mess because of good manners.

"Ach. You donnae stand a chance, bastard. Get him!" Yelled the man keeping ahold of me. The greyed bus passengers from earlier, the ones who survived the crash, must have come to stand behind us as this was all transpireing, because they suddenly rushed past at his order and towards the red man. 'There's no way he'll survive against them all, they'll tear him apart!'

The red man simply stood his ground, watching the greyed, savage people draw closer to him. "Move! Run, get away! They'll tear you to shreds! They're not normal anymore! You can't fight them-!" I manage to yell out before the man holding me hostage stopped me, concerned for this man. There may not be any hope left for me, but at least he could get away and go for help. Maybe I could hold off the vampire until the police arrive or something.

"Hiding behind ghouls as well. You're no match, I will send you into oblivion." The man seemed to smirk widely, and pulled a giganic silver gun from deep inside his duster. My eyes widened. 'He's going to fight them?' He hoisted the weapon to level with the nearest 'ghoul's' head and began firing on the lot of them, moving swiftly as each one fell, done in by the bullets he sent at them. My eyes went wide.

Over half of the ghouls had already fallen to his bullets. Perhaps he would stand a chance after all. I decided to make my own contributation and attempt to escape whilst the Scottish vampire was gawking and I swiftly drew my left arm around his, freeing myself from the jagged blade and elbowed him in the face. Quickly following up by pulling my upper body foreward, breaking free from his hold while he was taken by surprise. I stepped forward with my left foot then twisted my upper body quickly, drawing my arms as close as possible and whipped my right foot up and around, the sole of my flat boot making contact with his jaw, causing him to recoil a few steps.

I faced him keeping my fists curled and my arms up, keeping my gaurd up and ready to move at a second's notice. My right arm was on fire due to the glass chunk lodged there and my palms throbbing from the tiny shards embedded in them, but I ignored the pain and blood dripping off my fingers.

(Alucard's POV)

"Move! Run, get away! They'll tear you to shreds! They're not normal anymore! You can't fight them-!" The girl yelled out to me. I looked at her curtly and laughed, "Miss I've got this under control... Wait, you're bleeding." I cover my nose, trying to stay under control.

I blasted threw the ghouls sliecing through them with a round of blessed bullets and smirked as widely as I could. The last one was a young pregnant red head that was in what seemed her last trimester. She had apparently been conditioning for when her unborn child would enter the world, but now as a ghoul her unborn fetus would never know life, I shot her quickly to end both of their suffering.

My face ashened slightly as the scent of a virgin's blood overpowered my nose. "You are a disgrace as a vampire, preying on a young virgin as beautiful as she." 'Why does this girl elict such uncontrolled emotion from me? I normally have these things under control.' As soon as those words left my lips, she had elbowed him in the face and then roundhoused him in the jaw, managing to make him step back a few feet. My unbeating heart suddenly jolted in my chest and my eyes widened in shock. That such a small human, a slender beauty such as her, would go up against a vampire and manage to force him back, even a few paces.

I glare at the scum and flash over to face the woman. Her face slightly registers my apperance in front of her and she strikes out in reflex. I block her and grab ahold of her hand. "You're hurt, miss." I breathe in, taking in her scent and pause for an instant before taking out a shard of glass from her palm. Her blood inticed me so, I almost bit into her fair flesh. My eyes widened ever so slightly at the scent of her exquisite crimsion life force, that explains how I have been feeling and reacting. A grin spread

across my face.

I sensed the vampire begin to charge forward and I abruptly turned to intercept him. While holding the dripping glass covered in her blood in my left hand, my throat aching from the scent, I soon come to my sences and draw my Cashull. I fire and his left leg shatters into splinters the bullet hitting a nearby construction hat, his face grinding into the dust as he falls. "Miss, please stay behind me. I shall protect you."

The vampire crawled forward after the young lady in blind rage and bloodlust, and I keep him back and away from her with my foot and snarl. I quickly release my energy, preparing to attack. I contacted my fledgeling through her mind. Come now, police girl. She responded with a curt Yes, Master.

She soon made it to my location. "Seras, I want you to take this woman with you to the convoy, I do not wish her to see this." It seemed like the young woman was going to refuse to leave my side, until her adrenaline seemed to evaporate and she collapsed into Seras' arms, exhausted. "Go now." The police girl nodded and headed off to the safety of the Hellsing tents, carring the young blonde with her carefully. Let no harm befall her, police girl.

I quickly finish off the scum vampire and bring the glass to my face, cleaning it of what was left of the girl's blood. Once it was clean, I dropped it into the dirt. My glove was stained with her crimsion blood and I brought it to my nose and inhaled deeply. "Finally." I breathed out, then made my way to the tents.