I'm hurt, my dear readers... Not one review on the last chapter. *Turns on Diva mode* If that's the way you want to play, then fine. No new chapter unless I get at least five reviews for this one, OR someone guesses the reference to a particular game icluded in this chapter :D... Since I finally have my laptop back and can update over the Christmas holidays... With that rant over... MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!
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"You want to teach me WHAT?!" I yelled, then quieted as not to wake any of the other guests up, after all, it was six in the morning and not everybody was nocturnal as we were. I shouldn't have cared about the other humans in the hotel, but making a scene was not something that I wished to do now, not with Integra already riding my ass about my first mission - which was not my fault, and although I had tried to blame tall, dark and fangy, nobody believed me, of course. Alucard had insisted that this training he wanted to try began rather sharply so that we didn't delay our travel home any more than necessary, as if I could learn a whole new trick with a day, I severely doubted that even the skilled median could do such a thing, Rome wasn't built in a day, and neither would my powers. I had other ideas about how to better spend this day, however. Scouting the area by air seemed like fun and it could help discover if the vampire we killed a couple of days previously had any accomplises in his killings, it would also allow me to release some built up tension. Alucard insisted on trying to learn how to phase through walls, though and I stubbornly fought him every inch of the way. Would that really benefit anyone other than the perverted? My teacher, on the other hand, was adamant. Read, 'he threatened me,' not with pain, or torture. No. He threatened me with having Baskerville sleeping in my room for a month, and having a slobbering mutt with eight eyes watching your every move was not something that appealed to me. Don't get me wrong, I loved dogs, but that beast was more savage bear than dog, besides, all those eyes freaked me out.
"You carry my blood, so stop snivelling and just do it, even for a pathetic creature such as yourself, it should be easy" He was taunting me, harrassing me into trying it and both of us knew it, the grin on his face only confirmed it further that he was playing with me. I had learned his tricks though, and if you didn't play, he got pissed, with his eyes glowing garnet, baring his fangs in an animalistic threat that I readily replied to with one one my own - accompianied by hissing, of course. I didn't take the bait. Instead, striding over to the door and pointing at it with the most astonished expression I could manage whilst putting on my most sarcastic tone of voice, I began my own game. He wasn't the only one who liked to play, but I had different things on my mind now.
"See this," I gestured to the door, "This is a door, so why would I have to walk through walls? See these?" I jerked a thumb over my shoulder to my wings, which were partially relaxed and trailing across the floor behind me - sweeping the dust and twitching occassionally as though they had a life of their own, "They have carried me into battle rather sccessfully over my lifetime, therefore, I do not need to learn how to walk through a wall," I was insistant, but Alucard simply strolled over, wrapped a large hand painfully around my bicep, then dragged me towards the wall that kept us apart from the outside world, next to a large window, with me glaring all the way. This was where my game began... "But, Ally-baby, you dont really want to learn this, because how easily would I get away from you then?" I stroked one long fingernail down his cheek as he watched me, probably finding my attempted seduction hilarious. He continued moving me towards our destination whilst I sneaked gropes and swayed my hips like a wanton. When I was positioned at said wall, he thrust his hand through it, the clothing and flesh taking on an ethereal property as it passed right through the bricks, and it reminded me of someone I had met some time ago.
I remembered as if it were yesterday though, as he was such an interesting character, that I had, in fact, tried to seduce him, but failed miserably. Oh how I had wanted to take the stick out of his ass and viciously beat him with it, especially I had seen his neat trick. The first night I had met him, I had been hunting down a back street in a quiet town some 300 years back, when I found my prey to be dead, yet there was no signs of a struggle and only the heart showed the cause of death... Something had been inside his chest and crushed the organ to nothing but a bloody pulp, blook leaking into the rest of his body. It was then that this interesting character had strolled out, never introduced himself, merely nodded his silvery head with the strange silvery-white tattoos running down his chin and neck, then turned away. His ears were pointed, and after much investigation, I was told that he was an elf. Disregarding that, I had continued to persue the handsome creature until he became fed up with my advances and stabbed me. In the stomach. With a great big sword. That had discouraged me.
"Little Angel?" I was brought back from my tangent by the annoyed purring of Alucard, who seemed amused by my absent-mindedness, yet irritated by my lack of attention to the task at hand. I couldn't have cared less, I was nervous and twitchy from my time spent on the ground, longing to be outside and feel the early morning chill on my wings, the whistle of wind through my feathers as I soared... Promptly, I poked my hand, fingers rigid, into the wall, resulting in a crunch of bone that I paid no heed to, barely wincing at the sharp sting of pain that shot through it, and glared at the vampire instead, who was laughing now, head tipped back and hands wrapped around his waist. His laughter rang out merrily through the room, but I could hear the dangerous lilt to the sound, could feel the deadly vibrations as I defied him. Kit didn't scare me anymore and I purred provocatively, pushing myself closer to him, away from the wall, keeping my injured hand away from him. Standing on my toes, I leaned up to growl quietly in his ear, hearing the answering rumble from his throat as my good hand rested on his shoulders for balance.
"See? Can't do it." I whispered, feeling the bones reset, and the familiar drawing in of the more powerful emotions around me to heal the damage. Perhaps, I thought, musing to myself, the couple next door would not appreciate a letter of thanks as to how their lustful sex healed my hand. Put that way, however, it sounded downright awful, I couldn't help but snigger at the thought. Sighing, I decided to try again, knowing that Sir Integra would have my guts for garters if I didn't do something... Anything. Perhaps I could learn a new party trick for the round table conference that was apparently being held soon to introduce me to the rest of the group involved with Hellsing. Something in my mind told me that they may find me a touch difficult to get along with. I wonder why that would be. Checking once that my fingers were healed, I removed myself from Alucard and pressed my hand - palm forward - more tentatively towards the wall, grazing against the paintwork, yet again, nothing happened. Even if I did have other means of escape, I was disappointed that I couldn't do something that came so naturally to the vampire, especially since I had been infused with a portion of his blood, surely I would have the power to do something as simple as that. I huffed in exasperation, feeling somewhat useless before turning to the vampire.
Alucard smirked at me, demonstrating once more, before offering an explaination on how to do it, "It's not as confusing as you think, little angel, you just need to let go of your physical body. Imagine that you are shadows you control, but personified. They are not hindered by any physical things, instead moving through," He shwed me once more, and I imagined it, my shadows wrapping around my physical body, becoming transparent and passing through... The strangest feeling passed through my arm and I looked at it in excitement, hoping to see it buried halfway into the wall. It wasn't. The bone had snapped from the considerable force I was using to push the limb through the material, and failing. Again, I healed it, huffing loudly in frustration then glancing to Alucard, who was towering over me with a somewhat sympathetically amused expression that tore a snarl from my throat. If I couldn't do it, I would rather not be laughed at or pitied for it. The vampires features seemed to darken for a moment, and that face did terrible things to me, both scaring and arousing me to equal extents. How many had seen this face before their gruesome demise? I wondered, until he stalked closer, pinning me to the wall between his arms, my wings pressed tightly against my back and the feathers shuffling in protest of the squeeze between two rather hard objects. Alucard was the picture of a desirable death... If you wanted to go any way, this would be it, the searing breath against your face, moving down to your throat... My own breath caught as he did exactly that, the tip of his regal nose tickling a spot under my ear as he trailed downwards, I should have been more worried but even when the scent assauted my hyper-sensitive nose and I almost drooled, all I could think of was how little effort it took for him to pin me. Danger. Most of my instincts were screaming not to allow him towards my vulnerable throat, that the damage could not be healed if he put those razor-sharp teeth to work, the rest were trying to force me to tilt my head, to let him mark me up and make me bleed whilst taking me violently against the wall. With all the chaos on my mind, all it took was a small nip on his behalf, right above the pulse, and I found myself outside, clinging to the wall of the hotel, my toes balanced precariously on a jutting brick. What in all of Lucifer's armies? Then it hit me. I had actually done it, I'd managed to phase through the wall!
"I told you it was simple," The vampire sneered, standing on the balcony of our room, "You just needed some... Persuasion," One eyebrow elegantly lifted then, as I lept for him, spreading my wings to balance the leap. Of course, I was met with empty air, landing on all fours with my back arched, talons ripping out from finger tips and fangs extending. I was furious that he had use my instincts and desire like that, spurring me into doing as he asked with minimal difficulty, all by using his extraordinary strength and a tiny nibble on my throat. There was a voice in my head, begging and pleading to calm down. If I changed to my demon form... There would be hell to pay; it would be easier to trace any energy signatures, and I wasn't nearly as 'normal' looking as I was now... But, the vampire just couldn't help himself, could he? Instead, he taunted me, laying upon the bed, one leg hanging off, his arms crossed, muttering something about being slow. That was when I snapped, the anger building up and building up, then exploding outwards and tearing a roar from my throat. The bones in my head were reforming, my skull distorting at the forehead, the skin parting in agony as the change overtook me. It had been far too long since I had been in my original form, so it was slow, the pain coursing through me as things that weren't supposed to change, changed. Things grew were nothing should on a human. My horns slid slowly out of my skin, curving into their wicked points at the tip. My hair exploded outwards into a mass of writhing black, empowered by darkness, even with the sun glaring brightly outside. I had no right eye in this form, and the feeling of the eyeball rotting away to dust almost made me gag. It was then my knees collapsed, sending me sprawling on the carpeted floor, my body spasming as it forced the changes upon me, well, to an extent. The proccess was slowing now, the changes lessening. The change in my left hand was sudden, with a burst of darkness, glimmering gold replaced the flesh there, and my gauntleted hand replaced it, with the shadows leaking from the slices in the metal, flowing out like water then dispersing. An extra thumb grew from the other side of my right hand and the nails lengthened until they were about the length of my wrist to the tip of my middle finger, deadly blades that could so easily eviscerate my oponant. The sun reflected menacingly off of the appendages as I flexed the six fingered hand, the claws clinking and chiming off of one another. Surprisingly, my wings had not yet purged themselves of feathers and grown leathery, but rather kept the feathers, the only change being a shine like wax over them. My armour had replaced my civilian clothing, and I was now standing, my form mostly demonic in stature, with a little more height... But it wasn't just the height or the cosmetic differences that made people cower, it was the aura of pure darkness that swirled around me, sharp at the edges. It was usually enough to make grown men piss themselves at the sight.
Not Alucard.
No.
The bastard laughed at me.
Laughed at me.
Lunging again, I swiped the long clawed hand at the vampire, but he ghosted away, appearing at the other side of the room, totally non-plussed by my attack. This only triggered my hunting instincts and I knew that my eyes would light up with blue fire, blazing - as if they could burn down the world around me. My vision locked onto the vivid red of Alucard's jacket, blanking out everything else, until all I could see was crimson and that sharp toothed smile. Revealing one of my own, I swung again, only to find that the head I was trying to remove from it's body, was already gone, tumbling across the floor, black hair whirling around it. Alucard's head was caught under a metal boot, one that I knew only too well, for my own head had been crushed under it enough. The golden coloured metal squeezed and I watched bood leak out from between Alucard's still lips, the slightest tilt at the side letting me know that he had died with mirth. My eyes trailed upwards, catching the sight of two other armoured figures with helms upon their heads, then yet another cowering behind them, attempting to hide from my sight. Malachi. That little rat bastard... My eyes widened when I seen the very familiar face of Gabriel glaring down at me, arms crossed over his chest. Shit. The Arch-Angels. They had found us.
A rather short chapter, my dears, but I'm disheartened by the lack of reviews and it's too close to Christmas for me to be bothered... Remember kiddies, I want five reviews for the next chapter to come out :D Wouldn't want to leave you hanging.
