Abraham van Hellsing stood before the mirror in his room, straightening the shoulders of his trench coat without real interest in his appearance. He had recovered his strength from the attempted suicide, having ordered the doctor away the day before. He had let the rest of the day pass by quietly, same as the night, without seeing the beast of the dungeons. Now another day had set and the red moon rose in the window that reflected in the mirror, showing beside the twisted expression and spark in the man's blue eyes. He chuckled and cast the coat away entirely before striding to the door and closing it behind himself.
The vampire was perched on his coffin, expecting Abraham, and he now watched the man's calm with a look of interest as the mortal stood by the closed door of the cell. "Master." He spoke the title only to break the quiet and perhaps the unpleasant stare the man was giving him. Abraham grinned, making Alucard frown at how familiar it seemed, the smile tugged at the back of his mind while Hellsing stepped closer and then diverted his path, circling around the vampire.
"Slave." There was an unapparent chuckle in the voice, and his eyes narrowed and widened at the vampire whose face had fallen into a mask to veil his confusion.
"I thought you would have come last night." Alucard's red eyes followed the slow pace. "Why have you done nothing to me? Before you would need no incentive to break a scalpel on my rib cage or hear my screams fall from the seal." His voice was quiet, watching Abraham's strange behavior. "Has my punishment come to me now?" A smirk rose on the vampire's face as Abraham's eyes flashed.
"Yes, Slave. But this will be unlike my beatings…no I have learned much of torture, or pain and anguish." He chuckled knowingly and stopped, the sound of his boots leaving the room in an exposed quiet. "You will regret your undead life tonight, Slave."
Alucard's mouth twisted and he sneered at the man without a word passing his lips.
"You can change your shape, Slave?" Alucard's expression dropped and Abraham circled closer to the vampire. The man's grin did not falter as he barked an order. "Is that not so, Slave? Answer me!"
"That is so." Alucard's eyes didn't leave Hellsing as his quiet answer fought to be heard over the sound of the hard footsteps.
"Good, good." Abraham breathed, leering at the vampire over his grin. "Change into yourself, when you were a child."
"What?" there was a gasp in the soft exclamation from the vampire whose eyes widened in dawning horror.
"Do it!" Abraham left his circle and turned to Alucard as the vampire stood up, watching the human. "Do as you are told Slave."
"Why?" Abraham's grin faded and he scowled at his slave's hard expression. Alucard's body contorted under the seal and his legs gave way with a shaky intake of breath. A whine began to build in the back of his throat as the seal twisted deeper into him. Just as the sound was to become a scream, Alucard's form became obscure, then a fair-haired boy dressed in white garments with a sash around his thin waist appeared in his place. The pain had left him with a red sheen of sweat on his brow, but the blood seeped back into its owner as large eyes gazed up at Abraham whose own were wide and bright. A hand touched the boy's cheek, making the vampire's eyes avert in disgust. "Master." The hand grabbed the small chin at the sound of the growl, forcing Alucard to look into Abraham's eyes. "You've gone mad." He whispered, watching his Master's features warp in sick pleasure.
"I have you to thank, vampire." He chuckled and threw the small body over the coffin. "And now I will thank you…with my whole being." Rough hands ripped at the white shirt and sash and then one was secured to his head, forcing the vampire to watch the events in the reflection on the polished surface of the casket.
The room was darkness, only holding a white blanket covered floor that the boy was flung onto.
Alucard jerked at the memory that showed in the eyes of the boy that looked back at him.
A purple robe and a shadowed face rose up behind the boy and a hand covered the whole of the child's head. A smile appeared under the turban as another hand tore at the boy's shirt and soon strips of cloth littered the sheet.
The vampire gasped at the grin and knew its familiarity. The boy wrenched himself away from the man, most of his clothes in taters as they steamed behind him when he stood. He started for the door, it being closer than the nearest wall. The seal fell on him like a physical weight and Alucard dropped to the floor in the middle of the cell, screaming in agony. His dulled senses sparked to life when the pain left and he felt his Master's hands tear into his remaining garments.
"No! Master!" small white fingers felt into the crevices of the stone as he sought leverage to pull himself from under Abraham. "Stop!" the voice was young and alien to Hellsing, but he did not recognize this as he continued through the cracked pleas. "Master!" the hand thrust the face into the stone and the searching hands paused before sweeping over the stone again and the vampire pried his face from the floor, looking at the door before him. He attempted to throw the man off, but the seal was triggered and the agony whitened his mind.
When he could feel the cold stone and the hot hand in his hair as his body lay bare, Alucard jerked and his limbs pulled to his body protectively. A hand went to his mouth and nose, and a whimper escaped from the vampire as he tried not to smell his Master's excitement. A foreign hand touched the back of his inner thigh and the boy shuddered.
Abraham's eyes glowed and his grin cracked his face as he watched the vampire's torment. "What?" he cackled. "I thought you enjoyed this memory. I now you enjoyed sharing it with others…" he sneered, leaning his body over the quaking shoulders. "…was I wrong, Slave?"
"You sick bastard." Alucard's whisper was heard as he pulled his hand from his face for a moment. Abraham caught the wrist, making the vampire start and then scowl. His head was pushed into the stone as the man's weight was shifted.
"Pleasant dreams, vampire." Abraham breathed huskily in Alucard's ear before there was a short cry and a gasping shudder.
An empty smile persisted through the boy's tears.
"I HATE YOU! I FUCKING HATE YOU! Damn it!" the child sobbed red tears of blood as Abraham laughed. "I HATE YOU, WRETCHED MAN!" A smile broke into Alucard's face and his eyes became etched with the light of madness. "Master." He sobbed and chuckled at the same time, his whole body trembling as he whispered. "I should have killed you."
"Yes, Slave. But it is you loss." Abraham breathed into the hair, watching red continue to stream down the vampire's face, some of it reaching into his smile.
Abraham watched the broken and shaking creature on the floor as he dressed. There was no smile and no tears fell from the closed eyes. He turned to the door, stopping when a voice came to him, and Hellsing looked over his shoulder at the raised face contorted with a gleeful smile.
"Goodbye, my Master."
Abraham's gaze lingered for a moment, then he moved to the door, opening and closing it forcefully behind himself. He pulled back the slot on the door after a moment of thought and peered into the dark cell, finding the vampire's head returned to the floor. He could not see the creature's face as it curled up, hugging itself on the stone. It must not have been aware of it's being watched for a thin are broke away for a moment to drape a pitiful rag that had once been a shirt over the uncovered body, and then the arms folded around the vampire again as Abraham watched it shiver.
Hellsing grin dementedly before closing the slot and he carried the smile up the steps into his mansion.