Forever Night

Characters: Seras.N.V/Integra F.W.H/Alucard.V.T/Walter.C.D/ Pip.B/+more.

Genres : Romance/Angst.

Rating: Mature due to some naughtiness.

Setting: Angel's Night Club.

✭ Disclaimer : I do not own any of the characters from Hellsing.


Chapter one: Angel's Place.

Faceless forms strolled down the streets in two directions. People coming, going, and just trying to get where they needed to be for the night; be it a nightclub, a street corner, or just to their homes.

On the left, about twenty squares down the sidewalk, waited a dark, wet alley. A couple was pressed against the alley wall, joining lips. Past the couple, through a shadowy alley about five paces to the left, near an overhang, a large, blue neon sign glowed within the dark. The letters forming the word "Angel's" was brightly expressed from the darkness exposing a set of stairs below. The steps went diagonal under a large archway ending before a pair of thick, black doors.

The doors opened to a nightclub where the latecomers, after having showed their I.D's to the bouncers, entered with a renewed enthusiasm that the earlier patrons lacked. Parts of the club were filled with people of all types sitting at booths, bar stools, and couches. Men with women facing each other, some as strangers, lovers, or friends. They conversed while some displayed intimate affections towards their partner. Many enjoyed rounds of pool in the far left corner while others sat at the small stage bar watching a woman dressed in a short shimmering silver dress singing on stage.

At the bar, food was made available to the clubbers. Dishes of sliced fruits with warm nuts being served near ice and a variety of chips. In fact, almost everyone in the place was wetting and dancing, everyone except for one woman.

She was certainly an eye catcher to anyone who was in the room as she sat at the first bar stool alone. Her soft, blonde tresses were styled into a lengthy curly bob with wispy bangs dipping down over her right eye. Almost all of her silky hair was platinum infused with shades of gold.

This little dame was a curvy young thing. Near slender in the midsection, but damn fine saucy hips that dipped out perfectly from the short black skirt she wore. She didn't look very tall at all, but damn her hips were so lush. Lengthy yet full those thighs turned the heads of all the men in the room. She had even made some of the men choke on their drinks when she took off her thick black coat.

Her legs were exposed, covered by a pair of sheer dark chocolate thigh highs bordered with two dark bands at her lower thigh. She laid her long black coat across her lap as she crossed one of her pretty legs over the other. Another sight to see on this sexy piece of eye candy, were her beautiful plump breasts. Each breast was cupped perfectly, hidden behind a slender black blazer she wore with accentuated shoulders.

The woman took a slow drag from the black cigarette between her pouty lips. Her dull, scarlet eyes met the gaze of the bartender in front of her. A slow smile spread across her lips as he shook his head cleaning out a slender shot glass. Suddenly from the corner of his eye he caught a gentleman nearby staring at the way her breasts pressed against the table she leaned over. The little blonde minx smirked resting her chin on the underside of her hand. Softly she glanced down at the glass that the stocky bartender set down in front of her.

"Welcome back honey. What would ya like?" The burly bartender asked twirling a side of his impressive mustache between his meaty fingers, watching as the woman shifted in her seat. Her eyes met his from behind the black shades she wore. He was impressed by her clean white skin as it was almost glowing when she took the cigarette between her pale fingers. The smoke danced near her cheek as it swirled in the air, mixing with the dust floating in the bright stream of light from over head.

"Oh I suppose I'll have the usual, not that I'll drink it. Hmm, but just maybe having a drink near me will attract some company to me. I'm sooo damn hungry." She replied with a seductive pur, bringing her hand forward so she could smash her cigarette into the ashtray nearby. The bartender smirked at the woman as he took her glass and made her what she asked for.

Suddenly her musings fell when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She tensed just as her expression hardened and she turned to meet the gaze of a man with copper toned hair. His blue eyes were what struck her, and well besides the fact that he was wearing a shady cobalt suit that didn't go with his skin tone well.

The blonde's eyes relaxed as did the rest of her body. Her face giving the skinny man a greeting smile now. She glanced over him thinking he couldn't have been less than twenty three as he matched her smile with his own. The poor guy was lanky and very timid it seemed as she held out her hand to offer him the seat nearest to her.

Something about this man. It was in the way his cheeks bloomed with a rosy coloring and his deep blue eyes reminded her of herself, four years ago when she was on the police force.

"Ah, I couldn't help but notice you sitting here alone and um well would you mind if I paid for that drink, miss?" He asked charmingly. She couldn't have been more amused as he took the seat right next to her. She watched him fix his black tie, and licked her lips as the top button tightened around his jugular. The bartender placed the drink down in front of the woman and gave the young man a growl before he walked away to help another patron. The woman could tell that the fellow was trying too hard, not experienced in picking up women at all.

"So miss. If you don't mind me asking what's your name? I'm...ah Jesse Baker." He introduced himself nervously holding out his hand to her. A small part of her pitied the foolish lad as she took his slender fingers touched the blazing surface of his open palm making both of them stare at each other. Behind her glasses hid a pair of seductive, scarlet eyes scrutinizing the man. He tried well to keep his left hand pressed against his chest before he brought them both into his lap.

"Tell me something... is this your first time playing the part of pursuer? You know you're quite young looking, are you sure you're not a teenager?" She asked teasingly turning her head to catch the shocked expression on his face. The man, Jesse was entirely too adorable as he furrowed his brow with a blush rubbing the back of his neck with his hand. She envied him for his innocence that shone from his expression as he glanced down at his shoes.

"Oh...do I come off as a...well yes it is my first time talking to a woman at a bar. You don't look too old yourself. Why you hardly look a day over eighteen." He replied honestly with a goofy smile, not missing the humorous giggle that came from her. He didn't even understand how badly she wanted to taste him, sink her teeth into his sweet, apricot colored skin.

"Seras. So you said your name was Jessie, am I right?" She mused staring intently at the gulp visibly forced down his throat."

"Y-Yes it is. Was my father's name," he replied shyly gazing around at the people in the room. Jesse watched as she bit her bottom lip and turned to face him, her hand reached out to rest on his thigh. She felt the muscles in his quad tighten along with the quickening pace of his heart. Her eyes sharpened as she smelled the fear radiating from his body, smelling the salty sweat that trickled from the pours of his inner palms. Her hand slid close to his inner thigh making him clench his jaw. He felt aroused by just the brush of her hand against his groin made him tense.

Seras' eye caught the glimmer of a gold band on his hand. The excitement and hunger instantly died since he was taken.

"Oh it's such a shame...you were so cute. You know I'm not sure what it is I like about you, but I like you enough to know better." She said sparingly, removing her hand. Seras turned back to the table with a small disappointing smile. Jessie held his chest as he released a sigh that he didn't even know he was holding.

"Your wife must love you very much since you're a real sweet fellow. Not at all cut out to be the cheating type you came here to be. You're not one, and neither was your father." The woman said as she gazed down at the glass before her. The drink was a dark, smoky, beige color with a small, red sphere swimming at the top bumping into islands of ice.

"Wait...what? How did you know I was married? Did you know my father!?" Jesse had a slight outburst before he could catch himself. His eyes quickly returned to gazing down at the floor between them. The blonde woman took the glass into her right hand and lifted it. Her eyes were watching as the condensation dripped down onto the wooden table.

"A faithful man never takes off his ring and with the way you hold that band of silver close to your body. I could tell that you're very much in love with her. I don't know your father but I think that blood usually carries certain qualities; the good ones usually get passed down. So tell me? I want to know why are you here in this sinful place tonight when you're married?"

Jessie looked at the table and shrugged his shoulders. He slowly began to tell her about the fight he had with his wife. Clarissa was only just beginning to live her life. She was just as sweet when they first met during orientation he explained. He was a senior and she was still in middle school. He was worried that she was much too young for him, that she would leave him when he got older because their love would run out. To keep her, he married her and got her pregnant.

"If you think that what you're doing here with me is right then you are an idiot. Don't be a typical man that thinks with his second head rather than the one that came first. I'm sure she's a good wife and it doesn't matter how young or old you are because... love is love and there is no limit. It runs much deeper then age or appearance. Jesse, I'm just the way your wife is, except I'm running away from the one that I love because I'm afraid. Afraid of losing myself in an endless goodnight with what temptations might spur within me. The bitter heat of my desire burns me still, but I've trumped it as lust and cut off the head, but more continue to grow," she pauses as Jesse stares at her," but I am a foolish fool..I can't cope with giving everything I hold dear to the one I love." Seras finished grimly.

"Just go home. Where you are loved, right after you finish this drink and tell her how much you love her. She'll be yours forever." Seras batted her lashes with a smile, and the taste in her mouth was bittersweet.

"Oh...and another thing. I don't drink but if I did, it would be this little viper right here." she laughed as she leaned over placing the glass in front of him. Jessie stared at the drink with a small smile as she grasped her coat. He watched Seras as she stood from her seat slipping her arms into the shining black fur. She gave a farewell glance to the bartender who saluted her. Jesse felt her hand on his shoulder, then a pair of tender lips press against his cheek.

"Do remember what I said, sweet Jesse Baker," she whispered into his ear. Jesse felt some disappointment at the feeling of her hand slipping from his body. He watched her hips sway as she walked away from the bar heading for the exit. Jesse watched her till the black heels she wore disappeared behind a fresh crowd that had just entered the club. He touched his face feeling a chill where she had kissed him.

Seras... just who was that woman?

Why was she so hot, yet cool to the touch?

He was curious about the woman as he picked up the drink. He timidly brought it to his lips.

It couldn't be helped that he wanted to know more about her. He decided that he would have to come here more often, but tonight he would take her advice and leave. His wife Clarissa was waiting with their three year old son. She was waiting in front of the fireplace for her husband to come home.

Chapter end.


Editor: Niary

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