Heya Guys! I'm not dead! Lol! But it has been quite a while since I posted on here! Just a little Hellsing fic I was working on the other day; I wanted to just write something short about one of my fav anime's. Hope you enjoy! :-) Also R&R! Pretty please! xxx -
He holds her, she needs to be held.
But when he does, she's holding onto a cold corpse.
He does it regardless, but she'll find no rest, or comfort, or strength for that matter.
Time stops for death.
And time does stop when he holds her.
There are times when she can feel herself cracking, tearing, ripping, splitting against her will. It's exhausting; being human.
He, however, is not human.
She knows this, she has seen it, she sends him into battle without care for his safety, almost.
Why should she worry?
He's not alive, he lives by feeding off others, he's stronger than any man, inhuman; his strength is.
She's both proud and terrified of this.
If it wasn't for her family's hold on him, if it wasn't for the twisted master/servant relationship they had...
She was his master, but he was only ruled by her in sense of the word; he did the job yes, but if he wanted to, he could break the barriers that bound him, and reap bloody vengeance on anyone and everything he saw fit.
He tested the limits every chance he got.
Would he be gentle with her, if he was ever released?
Or would he take pleasure in ripping her limb from bloody limb?
What would he do, specifically? How would he do it?
It was like hugging a predator, one that you knew had jaws filled with rows of neat, pearly white, sharp teeth behind soft lips. Teeth that would slide through the skin on her neck like butter and be bathed in her ruby-red blood if he ever forced it.
Demon's will charm you with a smile...indeed.
No heartbeat, but he smelt surprisingly fresh for a dead man. How did she smell to him? Perfume, chemicals, cigar smoke, other accessories? His nose could pick up anything, such acuteness; he irritated her when he walked in a room and commented on how many cigars she'd had. So what? It's not like he was going to keel over from cancer now, was he?!
There's no need for words between them, anything that needs to be spoken can be said silently. They know what the other needs, that's how close they are, they need each other; not that they'll ever admit it.
Over her dead body.
Her actual dead body; not reanimated.
She knows what he is, she knows what he's done, yet here she resigns; in his arms.
It's nice though, holding onto him, for time to stop for a moment.
The world outside is tearing it's self to pieces, the earth turns and turns again; men and woman cut down like wheat, to be born again, strong.
But for now, for the Vampire King and his master... time stops.