Hi!! This is my second fanfic! OMG! I still really nervous!
disclaimer: I don't own hellsing or anything related. Just my fantisies... (duuuuhhh....)
Seras Victoria woke slowly in her coffin. Her internal clock told her it was much to early to get up; the sun probably hadn't even set yet, or not completely at least. She rolled on her side and closed her eyes, but she couldn't ease her mind back into sleep. Searching for the remote (I probably kicked it to the foot of the coffin again...yep, there it is), she found herself coated in a thin layer of sweat, her sheets twisted as if she had been kicking. she pushed the button with a frown, noticing that she was a little sore as well.
Odd, she thought as she swung her legs out of 'bed' and stretched her slightly tense muscles. How can I be sore? I haven't been on a mission in a few days. I didn't think vampires could even get sore.
She yawned, her sharp fangs glinting in the dim light of her dungeon room, and was groggily wiping sleep from her eyes when a sweet smell tickled her nose. "Ah! Breakfast!" she murmured happily getting up to retrieve her blood pack from the table. When she looked, though, the table was bare. "Hm? I could have sworn I smelled blood..."
Seras dressed absentmindedly and poked her head out the door. She could still smell blood. Her stomach growled for it and she frowned. There was obviously no blood down here, so why did she smell it? I'll just go to the kitchen and get it myself. Maybe I'll heat it up, too. With that thought in mind, Seras made her way down the hall to get to the kitchen.
Her boots seemed louder on the stone floor than usual, but she paid that thought no mind. For some reason, she was hungrier than she should be at this time. She normally wouldn't be hungry after sleeping the entire day, but she had gotten up early... Maybe that's what had woken her. A noise made her look up, but no one was there. She paused and kept walking. She heard the noise again; it was the sound of continuous footsteps, heading towards her and getting louder. The smell of blood was also getting steadily stronger. Glancing behind her, she saw that she was alone so she kept walking. The only people to come to the dungeon were herself, Alucard, and the new butler, but only when it was to feed the Hellsing pets. He was kind to her face (if a little timid), but he was no Walter. Seras felt a stab of sadness, but pushed it down. He had always been a traitor, but whenever she thought of his smiling face, she couldn't bring herself to believe it.
Once she reached the stairs, she heard the footsteps descend and looked up the flight to see Johnson carrying two buckets with white towelsfoled in them. The smell of warm medical blood wafted from them temptingly.
Johnson stopped short on the steps when he saw her. "Miss Victoria? What are you doing up so early in the evening? If I may ask?"
"Good evening, Johnson. I Couldn't sleep. Where's the ice?" Seras asked curiously.
"Master Alucard requested that I heat his... meal up this evening. It appears that he also couldn't sleep." Johnson paused to shudder. "So I took the liberty of heating your blood up as well. If that is to your liking?"
"Thank you." Seras smiled warmly and took her bucket. Her hand twitched towards the towel, but she held them still. Johnson already looked pale just by looking at her; if she drank blood right in front of him, she feared he might faint. "If you'd like, I'll bring Master his... meal for you. His dungeon is out of the way for you, and I know how busy you are." And how mush Master scares you.
"Thank you, Miss Victoria," he said with a relieved and shaky smile, handing her the other warm bucket. Almost as soon as Seras turned, he was edging back upwards. When she was a few yards down the hall, he took to the stairs two at a time. Despite herself Seras sniggered.
The clicking of her boots on the cold stone floor penetrated the silence thoroughly as Seras popped the top off and sipped her blood pack thirstily, her master's bucket swinging from her other hand. The plastic was empty much too soon for Seras, and she muttered to herself, shoving the empty pack into her uniform pocket to throw away later. Wow, I was really thirsty! Seras still smelled blood, and her eyes wandered to her master's meal in her left hand. She stopped walking as she was tempted to jerk the blood out of the towel and bite through the plastic to get to the delicacy inside. After a slight pause, Seras started forward again, shaking her head at herself.
What the hell was that? Did i just consider stealing from my Master?! Bloody hell, today is turning out weird!
Seras reached the last cell of the dungeon, a bloody Hellsing pentagram decorated the door. Standing in front of the large door, Seras suddenly felt intimidated. She reached up with a shaking hand to knock lightly on the door. After the echos faded, Seras waited in silence for almost half a minute with no answer. Maybe he's out? she thought, lightly pushing the door to see if it were locked. It swung inward easily and without squeaking, to her surprise.
Peaking in, Seras was met with pitch-blackness. She edged her way into the room nervously, holding the blood bucket in front of her so the smell wouldn't tempt her, and penetrating the darkness with her vampiric eyes. Although her eyes were superior by far to human's the dark in the room was thick. The walls were lined with candle brackets, though none were lit, and in the center of the room was the silhouette of her master's throne-like chair, a dark-wood table next to it.
I'll just leave it on his table, she thought starting forward quickly. The door behind her suddenly snapped shut with a loud boom and Seras jumped in surprise with a small squeak.
"I don't recall allowing you passage, my dear fledgling." a deep, cold voice permeated the resounding echo of the doors abrupt close.
Peering through the complete dark, Seras now made out the form of her master lounging in his chair. Two red orbs suddenly came into being as he opened his eyes, pinning her tongue to the roof of her mouth in fear when they smoldered on her. Working some moisture back into her mouth, Seras stammered, "M-master! Sorry master, but... Johnson... I brought your meal..."
Seras took a step towards him, the blood held out in front of her, but his low growl halted her, her knees locking so quickly she almost lost her balance. He stood fluidly and stalked slowly towards her, his scarlet, searing eyes growing bigger and hotter with each leisurely step.
Seras stared up at his enormous hight, her eyes locked on his, unable to look elsewhere. Why is he so angry? Is it something I did?! His eyes held a hypnotic effect on her, like the snake who compels its prey to let it come close enough so it can strike.
He now stood in front of her, staring down at her, not six feet away, his eyes burning hers with their angry light, yet she dared not look away, for even a fraction of a second. Seras waited for him to take the blood and order her out, but he merely stared down at her so she stared back, a submissive tilt to her head of course.
After what felt like hours, Alucard had finally had enough of scrutinizing his terrified fledgling. "Well?" he snapped, his eyes burning ever brighter.
"S-sir?"
"If you are going to bring my food, thing bring it!"
Seras jumped and quickly held the bucket out to him. She blinked when his eyes narrowed with a hiss of warning. "Police girl..."
She stared up at him before she realized what he wanted and hesitated for half a millisecond before forcing one foot in front of the other. After the initial step, moving got easier and she moved within two feet of her master, offering him his meal meekly.
Still glaring down at her, Alucard took the bucket from her hand. He dug the packet out of the towel and savagely bit it, the plastic parting like butter under his long sharp fangs.
When his eyes finally left hers, Seras felt something tug her insides as she watched Alucard partake in his meal. She had been 'eating' her blood for a while now, but she had the strangest urge to join her master in his drink. Which was absurd. She didn't think her master was one for sharing anything, let alone his bloody meal.
Seras licked her lips as she watched him finish his beverage. Her eyes suddenly turned a violent shade of burning red, identicle to her master's current glower. The sight tickled something in the back of her mind but she couldn't quite place it. She got the impression of shadows... and, heat.
His tongue snaked out, cleansing his lips of the last few drops before placing the empty packet back on top of the towel with the tiniest of sighs. His smoldering, angry eyes returned to to Seras's with renewed force and he thrust the bucket back at her.
When she took it, his hand brushed hers. At the touch, Seras's body gave a small involuntary shudder, warmth spreading down her spine. Her lips parted slightly, her fangs poking out, and her widened eyes heated like stoked embers.
Alucard's own eyes widened fractionally at Seras's sudden change. Before he could react, though, her eyes reverted back to blue, her fangs retracted, and her bold, confident expression melted back to her previous fearful gaze. She blinked up at him, as if she didn't remember the sudden and brief ricochet of personalities. Alucard's temper suddenly flared; he hated being confused. "Out," he growled, his voice low and dangerous and seductive all at once.
Seras saluted jerkily and half sprinted to the door, feeling his eyes on her back, like someone had placed a recently lit match, still smoking, between her shoulder blades. She pushed against the door roughly, before realizing with a blush that she had to pull it open now and slipped out, her master's dark chuckles following.
Seras sprinted down the hall and up the stairs, clutching the bucket to her chest. She didn't stop to think until she was in the kitchen, panting. Remembering she didn't have to breathe, Seras took one last calming breath and set the bucket in the sink, and threw the empty packets away shakily.
What... What the bloody hell was that?! Why was he so angry?! One second he was just grumpy, the next, furious!! She moved from the counter to the large red refrigerator and phased her hand through the door pulling out an A positive blood pack. She looked at the bag for a moment remembering her master's carnal feeding method. Unbeknownst to Seras, her eyes flashed red again and she put the bag to her lips... "No," she sighed to herself, forcing her hand down. "One is enough for now." Placing it back in the fridge, Seras timidly stretched her mind out to her master's in the basement. She found it, dark, twisted, and somehow... maybe not exactly enjoyable, but it was familiarly pleasant. Like a creepy basement in your own house; you knew what was down there, or at least mostly knew. But he had his iron mental blocks up so there was no way to find a reason for his sudden mood swing.
Master... What is going on?
Alucard listened to his fledgling's retreating steps and sank back into his dark-wood chair, the taste of the hospital blood still on his tongue. He growled irritably. Alucard had woken up at four in the afternoon and could not fall back asleep. He had woken up uncomfortable and hungry.
The heated blood had done almost nothing to soothe him. He wanted more. And the police girl. He had almost taken her blood, too. Her virgin smell had tempted him and tested his steel resolve. She smelled different, however. It was a subtle change, but a change, still... And what was that...transition she had under gone?! Those eyes... were filled with lust. But for what, he couldn't be sure.
Alucard reached out with his mind and found her in the kitchen. A thought was coming to him... Master... What is going on?
A maniacal grin spread on his face as it clicked in his mind. Police girl... A gleeful, wicked laugh twisted his lips and soon he started to howl with sick mirth. This could be fun!