A/N: Hello! I'm on a role today. Two chapters in one day? Whoohoo! Remember to review please!
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CHAPTER 2
Slowly opening his violet eyes, Walter found himself staring at a white ceiling. His body felt stiff and sore, and he could barely move a muscle. Fortunately, he was no longer in agony…or at least someone had given him pain killers.
Slowly becoming more aware of his surroundings, he finally noticed where he was. A mansion. He lay on an expensive couch, and everything around him had an intricate, gothic design. The floor was made of what looked like either marble or tiles, and the walls were painted blue and gold. A ticking grandfather clock was against the left wall.
Running a hand through his jet black hair, he realized his own state. Obviously at some point, he had rejuvenated back to his younger body. But not the small boy, the young man.
He also appeared to be naked, a bloodstained towel around his waist.
"You're awake, Walter. Lovely."
He glared in the direction of the voice. He went to speak, to demand how the demon knew his name. But he found himself unable to say a word. The demon had taken human form…and she was breathtaking.
She had a heart-shaped face with high cheekbones, her long, dark hair tied in an intricate updo. Her pale skin provided the perfect backdrop for her deep red lips and electric blue eyes, outlined with midnight-black eyeshadow.
She wore a black and red dress with lace sleeves. Very befitting of a demon, he thought. The neckline dipped low, showing her ample cleavage, and reached the floor, before trailing behind her like the train of a wedding dress.
She cleared her throat, "I washed the blood off your clothes. They're in the bathroom. They were quite a mess. What on earth happened to you?"
Walter winced at the memory, "It's a long story," he answered dismissively.
Sensing the vampire wasn't going to go into any more detail, Regina simply instructed. "The bathroom is down the hallway, the first room you see."
Walter nodded, answering with the automatic polite response. "Thank you, this is all very kind of you." It seemed he still couldn't shake the attitude he had learned as the Hellsing butler.
Arms crossed, Regina eyed the injured vampire as he walked to the bathroom. He truly had been on death's door when she found him. Shrapnel had been lodged in his ribcage, and she was sure there hadn't been a single bone in his body that wasn't broken or fractured. How the fuck did he end up like that?
She only imagined it had something to do with the ghoul attack on the city. How wonderful that had been for her kind. Never before had there been such a massive collection of loose souls, easy to consume.
She supposed she should thank whatever corrupted creature started such a massacre.
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Buttoning his black leather vest and pulling on his fingerless gloves, Walter smirked at himself in the bathroom mirror. With his hair slicked back and tied in a ponytail, his eyes a bright lavender, he looked almost like himself again.
He snatched up the golden monocle resting near the sink, sneering. He hadn't needed the bloody thing even as an old man. He had only worn it to look 'more like a butler.' Now there was even less reason to keep it.
He crushed it in one hand, letting the twisted, broken metal fall to the floor.
"There," he muttered, "Much better."
Just as he opened the bathroom door, someone collided with him. Taken aback at first, he hissed. It was only when he saw the electric blue eyes that he realized who it was. Rubbing the back of his neck, he growled. "What the hell do you want?"
Regina's eyes turned the bright fuchsia colour. It happened when demons experienced passionate emotions…like anger. "I was coming to see if you needed my help," she snarled. "Since you insist on dressing like you're in the 19th Century."
"Is this really a time to talk about how I'm dressed?"
Regina scowled, watching him silently for a few moments. His eyes had gone blood red. That only ever meant one thing. "Are you hungry, vampire?" she asked.
Walter swallowed, acknowledging the aching in his throat. He couldn't remember when he'd drank blood after becoming a vampire…or if he'd even done it at all. But for some reason the need was even more intense now.
He first blamed it on Regina pointing it out, but then she moved past him and he caught her scent. He could hear her heart beating in her chest. Could hear the blood running through her. It was delectable.
As if she could tell what he was thinking, Regina glanced over her shoulder. Her eyes narrowed. "Don't even fucking think about drinking from me, vampire, or I'll tear you apart."
Walter frowned, turning swiftly and walking out, slamming the bathroom door. Rubbing a hand over his face as he walked down the hallway, he let out a curse. How much power would he have if he drank from a demon? How much would it satisfy his hunger?
But Regina had to the one. What he'd smelt was too intoxicating to ignore.
Drumming his fingers on the wall, he made up his mind. He would find a way to drink from Regina. Soon. He just had to taste her.
Walter grinned to himself, sharp fangs catching the light. He knew exactly what to do. It had been many years since he had attempted to charm a woman. Perhaps he would brush up on his skills with Regina. Seducing a demon couldn't be that hard. He knew for a fact that those creatures lived for sex and pleasure. It was a perfect way to get their prey defenceless.
By the time he reached the lounge room again, he had already formed his plan. By the morning, he would have tasted Regina's blood.
