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Alucard's POV:
After a few moments, the men grew speechless in awe of Meva's flying skills as she flipped, spun, and soared, demonstrating a grace unrivaled by any mere bird. She was fully confident, in her own element at last, firmly in control of the winds and her wings. She was indescribable. She was beautiful. She was flying. I had left Integra's office out of curiosity, wanting to see Meva try a few flaps, but not expecting this aerial display so soon after her wings had been healed. I wondered again how she could bear to be on the ground, cut off from the sky she so loved. There was a trace of guilt again, as I thought of how tormented she must have been with a broken wing, but it was quickly gone as I admired her skills in the air.
After an hour or so, the girl called out "Meva, you can come down now!" By now, Meva had shrunk to a tiny dot high in the sky, a dot that showed no signs of growing. The girl frowned thinly. "MEVA!" she yelled, stamping a foot. I flinched, fully expecting Meva to be dragged screaming from the sky, but no such thing occurred. I cocked my head, confused. "Who allowed her to fly in the first place?" I asked, looking at the two children. "Alex." The girl said nervously, edging away from me. I glanced at him. "You try." He cleared his throat and said loudly "Meva, come down now." The dot grew a little bit, so that my vamperic vision could detect a vague human outline with wings.
She was coasting, but not descending at all. The boy put his hands to his mouth and called out "MEVA CAN YOU HEAR ME!?" I reached up to her mind, wanting to know what was going on, but right now she was only experiencing emotions. Annoyance was a buzzing fly in the back of her mind, feeling her wings getting heavier, but the featured emotion was such a pure, transcendent joy, that it left me reeling, mentally speaking. I shook my head, dazed. No wonder she can't hear them, if she's that happy. "She can't hear you." I said grumpily, frowning. "What exactly did you say, when she asked to fly?"
He frowned. "She came up to me and asked "May I fly for a little bit?", and I said "Yeah, sure." That's it." I pinched my nose, thinking it over. "Did you specify a time when she was supposed to come down?" I asked wearily, and he blinked. "Umm…no?" he said sheepishly, and I sighed. "When did you think she was going to come down?" I said impatiently, and he shrugged. "I don't know!" he snapped defensively. "She's always done what we said before." The girl said timidly, and he nodded. "That's because you've given her a definite order. You did not specify a time for her to come down, so she can use that and not come down at all, if she can." He frowned. "But she needs to come down!" he whined, and I rolled my eyes.
I quickly relayed the message to Integra, who sighed and told me to get Meva down. I studied her wheeling form in the sky, formulating a plan. I hope this works, or I'm going to be hurting a lot. I took a deep breath and phased up, trying to land on top of Meva, instead of coming out in the middle of the sky. Thankfully, I aimed right, and she bucked under me as I materialized. I quickly wrapped my arms around her as she dove downwards, barely holding on. She spiraled back up, panting and turning, trying to shake me off. "Meva!" I shouted in her ear. "You need to come down now!" She growled, shaking her head and rocketing upwards, almost making me fall off. I scowled, rapidly thinking. My eyes lit up as I thought of something guaranteed to make her come back to earth.
I pulled out the Casull and pressed it to her back. I aimed carefully and pulled the trigger, causing blood to spurt from her shoulder and fragments of bone to rocket outward. She yelped, wings missing a beat, plummeting down. She shook her head rapidly, straightening herself out and soaring back up. I raised my eyebrows in surprise. She certainly had a high pain threshold. I raked my claws across her back, causing her to whimper, her wingbeats faltering. She hissed, bucking under me desperately, trying to throw me off before I caused any more damage. I pressed myself against her back, foiling her efforts. She shrieked in frustration and dove, heading straight for a grove of trees.
Branches whipped across my face, but I hung on. She slammed me into a tree, causing considerable pain for herself as well, but she still hovered, growling. She thrashed, frantically trying to buck me off one last time, before finally surrendering and falling to the ground with a thump. I landed neatly a few meters away, brushing myself off and standing up. I glanced in her direction, seeing her stretched out on the forest floor. Her eyes weren't quite closed yet, half open and glazed with pain. She whimpered weakly, fluttering her wings in an attempt to sit up as I approached. I looked away, seeing how ungentle I had been with her. Her back was covered in bloody slash marks, and her shoulder was gushing blood, the bullet I shot still lodged in the bone. She hissed, folding her wings together and in as I once again approached her, before her eyes fell shut in unconsciousness.
I cradled her as I picked her up, marveling at how light she was. She whimpered, flinching away from the arm under her back, unknowingly pressing closer to me. I smirked, once again wondering if she knew how vulnerable she became in her sleep. She nuzzled my shoulder, and I flinched away, growling low in my throat. She didn't try to do it again as I carried her all the way back across the lawn, into the house, and when we got to the Infirmary, I dumped her on a bed without a second thought. "Fix her. She injured herself during her test flight." I said curtly, before walked back out through the wall. I shook my head, trying to rid my mind of the sensation of her being pressed against my body, her face so trusting, so innocent as I walked.
Meva's POV:
"Ouch…" I moaned, sitting up slowly and rubbing my forehead. "What happened?" I asked the doctor standing beside me. I was in the Hellsing Infirmary, for some odd reason. Maybe I strained a muscle in my wings or something? He coughed. "You…don't remember?" He said cautiously, and I nodded. He frowned. "Is such memory loss normal?" he said in alarm, and I shrugged. "Umm…sometimes, I guess. When I'm flying I just kinda blank out, you know?" I said, wrapping my arms around my legs and frowning in thought. He nodded slowly. "I see…anyway, it will probably a little while before you can try flight again. I understand the twins are very distressed." He said apologetically.
I sighed, nodding. "Yeah, I guess." I said disappointedly, yawning. "So what's wrong with me?" he coughed, examining the clipboard. "You had a bullet lodged in your shoulder, which we removed, and multiple slash marks on your back, which we have bandaged. Otherwise, you are in the peak of health young lady." I nodded. "Thanks. Can I go do stuff now, or should I stay here." He put the clipboard down, studying me through his glasses. "I believe you are qualified to walk around if you wish. However, do not do anything that might strain your back or shoulder for a while." He said slowly.
I hoped out of bed, grinning. "Thank sir!" I said, streaking off back to my room. When I got there I slowly closed the door, before walking over to the bathroom and lifting my shirt up. I looked over my shoulder in the mirror, and winced. My back was covered in long, red, barely closed scars; ones that my experienced vision detected were claw marks, not slashes made by a blade or some such thing. I bit my lip, wondering. Alucard's the only one who could have done this. Why? I frowned, straightening my shoulders and walking back out of the bathroom. I'll just ask him. My steps led me down into the basement, and I shivered, not only because of the drop in temperature, but because of the stone walls closing in around me. It's fine. I told myself, inhaling and exhaling deeply to ward off an attack of claustrophobia. You can just walk out when you want to, nothing to be worried about.
That helped a little, and I made it to Alucard's door safely. I knocked on it firmly, twice, and backed up a little to wait. The door creaked open, and I was surprised to see him standing in it, looking tired. His hair was messier than normal, and his bright red eyes were half closed. He growled low in his throat, obviously in a bad mood for being woken up. His growl stopped as his gaze locked with mine and he blinked, confused. "There are claw marks on my back." I said patiently, and his face resumed its habitual smirk. "I know that." He said innocently, and I glared at him. "How did they get there?" I growled, folding my arms. He raised an eyebrow. "You don't remember?" He said incredulously. "Alright, so my memory gets a little hazy when I fly. Sue me." I snapped grumpily.
He shrugged. "Unfortunately, I have no information for you." He said smugly, starting to close the door. I stopped it with my foot. "And what might convince you to share some?" I asked harshly, tapping my free foot impatiently. He raised an eyebrow, letting the door open a little. "Are you willing to share what I might ask for?" he purred, and I glared at him. "I'm willing if it's within reason." I snapped, growling a little. He cocked his head, studying me. "Your blood may not be of the highest quality, but you are a virgin. A few pints will do." He said meditatively, and I rolled my eyes. "Fine, whatever." I said, withdrawing my foot and letting him open the door all the way.
He bowed, inviting me in, and in I walked, studying his room. It was very large and cavernous, with little ornamentation except for his coffin, a table, and a throne. A bottle of what I assumed to be blood and two wineglasses sat on the table, along with his glasses. He smirked, indicating I should sit in the chair. I sat nervously, my heart rate accelerating. I got the feeling not many people sat here except for him, and that was making me nervous. He stood over me, towered really, smirking. "Are you really so desperate for information that you are willing to give something like me your blood?" he asked, bending towards my neck.
I tilted it conveniently, allowing him better access. "You waited until now to ask that?" I said tartly, closing my eyes in anticipation of his bite. He chuckled, and I felt his cold breath against the skin on my neck. "You didn't answer me." He said repremandingly, and I sighed. "Yes. Blood can be replaced. Information is worth so much more." I said calmly, and he chuckled again. "I beg to differ." He said, clearly amused. "After all, I get all the information I want from your blood, whereas the information you get is all I choose to tell you." I jumped. "Hey wait a minute! That's not fai-" I shouted, but he bit down and the rest of my sentence was lost in a yelp of pain. He started sucking my blood, and I shuddered.
It was both repulsive and strangely…enticing …as he gently licked the blood up, occasionally biting down harder to squeeze more out. I winced, trying to clear my mind of such a ridiculous thought. My mind trailed back to my flight earlier and I smiled slightly. It was so much fun…I should probably try to get up there soon, if only for a little bit. I wonder what those two are going to get for my birthday? They at least know when it is, thanks to Master Richard. It'd be too much to expect anything from the people here, although I did tell the mercenaries it was in a couple weeks…oh well, I'll just enjoy it. I wonder what my next milestone is going to be?
I bit back an unexpected giggle as he shifted, which, oddly enough, tickled. He smirked against my skin, which caused me to blush slightly. Jerk. I thought in annoyance, glaring at him. His eyes unexpectedly opened and looked up at me, amusement simmering in their red depths. I glared at him, and his smirk grew wider. Why Meva, what an angry expression you have! His voice suddenly echoed in my head, and I jumped. I scowled, gritting my teeth. Why grandma, what big teeth you have! I exclaimed sarcastically at him, and he chuckled, which tickled a lot more than when he had shifted. He suddenly withdrew his teeth, licking the wound a few times, and then pulling away. He licked his lips, smirking. "Information now." I said, scowling.
His smirk lessened, and he sighed. "Fine." He muttered. "You weren't listening to your masters, and extreme measures were taken to bring you down. Now…" His outline suddenly blurred, and I felt a shifting sensation deep in my gut. The outlines of his room blurred as well, and I was jolted forward. I felt myself dumped gently on what felt like a feather bed, and looked down to see the familiar shape of my blanket. "Hey!" I protested, shaking my head like a dog getting rid of water. He stood before me, smirking. "Goodnight Meva." He said, bowing. I was about to protest, but a flash of red welled up in my vision and I slid down on the bed with a sigh.
Sneaky Alucard. Anyway, I won't be posting a new chapter tonight because after I get all the divvied up bits of my story-chapter done, I have to go to bed. Tomorrow though, I will start writing. Sorry. Review, Request, Rcomment, Auf Wedersien!