A.N: Hey Guys! I'm in computer class and I have some time so I thought 'What the Hell!' Here's the next installment of What I Once Was!
Fanfic Fan: Thank you for your input! I'm not going to use anymore dates, since there too much to handle, but thanks again! Bye the way- Alucard is about a month from escape when Elisabeta first meets him. As an apology I give you a lemon!
Disclaimer: Don't Own Hellsing!
LEMON ALERT! LEMON ALERT! ALL BLUSHING VIRGINS OUT BEFORE YOU BECOME AN UN-VIRGIN! (! Guess who it is- AxS!)
Chapter 3- Dreaming Of Memories
By Alexandra Noel
Alucard sat in his high-backed chair, sleeping soundly. His face a mask of deceiving innocence as he dreamt about a woman he tried to forget for nearly Five-hundred years.
He was in one of those dreams again, the one where he was with her. He breathed in an unreal smell of her intoxicating sent of happiness, tears, and lavender. A stray lock of amber colored hair found its way into his sky-filled vision. A small hand pressed into his chest as a face filled his vision. Her dusky eye's never failed to draw him in. Her innocence and stubbornness never ceased to amaze him.
He would never stop loving her. 'Never Ever, Vlad?', 'Yes, Never Ever Elisabeta.'
He was back in România with her, in the war with the Turk's. Alucard seemed to look out of his old eyes as he marched off to war with his countrymen, Elisabeta standing by her solar window watching him leave with her Lady-in-waiting, Gwen.
He remembered the feeling of elation when he rode home, by the meadow where the wild flowers grew. His wife, his Elisabeta, standing with her back turned and her body bent over. The earth felt real beneath his boots, the air felt warm against his living cheek (A.N: Remember people this is before she died or he became a vampire, Alucard's just reliving some memories) and the thrill of surprising her.
Elisabeta was unaware of his presence, still diligent of the task at hand. He grinned, creeping slowly behind her, taking care not to alert her of his presence. He grabbed her, laughing, and spun her around. She trilled a high note of shock which turned into laughter.
"Vlad! Put me down this instant you brute!" she said in a joyous tone. Her voice was like fragments of a shattered melody… always stuck in his mind.
She turned around and faced him. She could have passed for a peasant, wearing a plain linen gown, starched and colored a bright blue that clashed with the deeper color of her eyes. It was then that Alucard first noticed something. Seras looked just like her. Their figure was the same, petite and voluptuous with full breast of such a noticeable size most people did a double take.
"Vlad, have you captured Constainpole? How fare's my Mother and Father? What of the Sultan?"
"Wife, all is well." He savored the word that first fell off his tongue like a rare wine barely tasted. How long had it been since he said that word?
"Your parent's have fled the country for Saint Petersburg in Russia and the Sultan is approaching the border of our Fief with an army of Five Thousand Cavalry and Ten Thousand Infantry." She let out a gasp of horror, "but yes we did capture Constainpole, Eliseras." Another realization, the nickname he gave her, her middle name, was similar to the Policewoman's name, Seras.
"Well, tis my wifely duty to welcome you back properly," she said with a mischievous look in her celestial eyes. She tilted her head back and placed her small hands on his hair gripping on his tousled mane of ink black hair, letting her pouting lips graze his teasingly. He gripped her tiny waist and lifted her off the ground, allowing her to wrap her sun bronzed legs around his trim waist, hoisting her skirt up. He carried her in long strides over to a large tree, where he pressed her against the sturdy trunk. 'It has been too long since we've last been with each other.' Alucard thought in a daze.
Alucard gave an appreciative groan as she rubbed her heated center against the impossibly hard bulge of his manhood, still restrained in his tight-fitting pants. She let the lip-lock break as he reached down to undo the tie of his pants. He was slow in entering her, teasing her as she teased him. She withered and whimpered, moaned and thrashed against the tree they were pushed up against, the bark scraping her delicate skin.
"Vlad…faster, please!" Eliseras whimpered in a pleading tone.
He thrusted at a faster pace, complying with her wishes and reveling in the feel of her wet sheath surrounding him. She screamed in pleasure as he bit down forcefully on her now exposed breast, rocking against her. As soon as the blood touched his tongue, she climaxed in a frenzied daze around him, gripping him with all of her might. Alucard thrusted into her one last time then spent himself inside of her, shouting her name and shooting his scalding seed deep into her willing womb.
Alucard was jolted out of the pleasant dream with the familiar tug of his master's mind calling him.
He frowned at the un-timeliness of her calling, wanting to return to the pleasant dream. 'ALUCARD, GET UP HERE NOW!'
'As you wish, my master', Alucard replied in a sarcastic overtone. He glanced down his lap, noticing the mess he made during the whole….experience. 'I might as well clean up, I wouldn't want to shock the Iron Virgin out of her maidenly wits.