Disclaimer: I do not own Hellsing nor do I own Alucard, Seras Victoria or the Hellsing Institute. I do own Aidan and Winter and all their friends so please, no poaching okay?
Dedication: To Syrenity, who when asked what sort of chapter she wanted, said something close to Winter's, to Mr. Corville, my Death, Dying etc. teacher who drilled this information so far into my head, seven years later it is still there, and to everyone else who wanted to see Seras pregnant
Note: And I managed to do it while busy at work. Look at that....
'hit your pet vampire will you?'
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In the process of accepting the finality of death, there are five stages the patient and family typically go through: Denial, Anger, Depression, Bargaining and Acceptance.
These don't always happen in order.
Or only once….
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Acceptance:
"You seem fairly calm about all this."
"Well I did have a dream about it a few months ago," Seras commented with a shrug as she frowned at her old room, silently judging whether or not it would be a good spot for a nursery.
"I wasn't talking to you, Seras. No offense."
The blonde looked over at the other vampire who leaned against one wall, staring at his pregnant bride with a look of amusement and possessiveness.
"What would you expect, little one?"
Winter shrugged slightly. "A little surprise? Nervousness? Something in the 'I'm-having-a-baby-at-age-six-hundred' variety."
He shrugged negligently.
"I've had children before. Running around like an idiot is hardly helpful."
"He's bullshitting you," Seras grinned, turning around to look at where he and Winter stood. "He stared at me for about a solid hour without saying anything. Then he stared at my stomach for about twenty minutes before forcing me to lay flat on the bed so he could do a laying on of hands and face."
"That is not running around like an idiot. It is protecting my investment."
Winter's smile grew from a smirk into a full out grin before she burst into laughter at Alucard's composed reply.
"She's not a stock or bond," she chided.
"Indeed. She is has considerably more worth and a much longer maturation rate."
Seras blushed prettily and Winter fell into laughter again, greatly amused at the strange new dynamic to the vampiric couple.
"As long as you are calm and reasonable about this."
"Indeed."
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Anger:
"Will you go away!"
"No."
"I understand, Alucard, that you are concerned for the welfare of your unborn child –"
"I do care for your welfare as well, police-girl."
"- but you cannot be following me around the entire pregnancy."
"Yes, I can."
"Oh, let go of me!"
"No."
"ELLIOT! Order him to leave me alone for twenty minutes before I KILL him."
"Cheater."
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Depression:
"This is downright disturbing."
"What made her cry?"
"Some revival of a Disney flick."
"Why was she watching that to begin with?"
"Irish Deviltry made her do it."
"Why?"
"Revenge."
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Denial:
"I can take care of myself. I've been doing it since I was eight years old!"
"A poor enough job you did of that, getting yourself turned into a vampire at nineteen years of age."
"By you!"
"You were able to hang onto your virginity that long which is impressive but nothing else in our entire acquaintance proves to me that you can take care of yourself."
"Alucard, you've been out with me on missions and merely watched while I took care of every enemy that approached."
"That just proves you can kill efficiently. That doesn't mean you can keep yourself healthy and in one piece."
"I am not going to suddenly get sick and die or fall down a set of stairs just because I'm pregnant."
"Don't care, don't believe you."
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Bargaining:
"Please, master, just an hour a day. Give me some time to my self."
He frowned at her, eyeing her only slightly showing stomach. "I'm not sure I can accept this. You are hardly taking care of yourself appropriately."
"I have been drinking fresh blood everyday!"
He nodded with a smile, pleased at how the Hellsing soldiers had offered up their support in helping out their pregnant compatriot. He wondered idly at how she managed to gain such loyalty from the masses without being harsh or cruel. Still…
"You nearly fell down the stairs yesterday."
"Only because you wouldn't get out of my way and I tripped," she sighed, taking a seat on the soft cushioning of their bed. Exhaustion for pregnant vampires seemed to be three fold.
His frown did not falter as he watched her pull her legs onto the surface of the bed and lay flat with a happy sigh. She was sleeping far more than any other mother of his child had, barely able to even open her eyes during daylight hours. The rational part of him reasoned that it could have something to do with her somewhat dead state. The far less rational part wondered if she were weaker than they had been and was more likely to die. Or…stay dead.
"Maybe if you agree to take those vitamins," he pressed, covering her legs with the soft blanket.
"The ones for people who don't get enough sunlight? That seems a bit retarded, Alucard. I'm not supposed to get sunlight."
"It is very important for women in your condition to get the proper amount of sunlight. The doctors were very serious about this when I spoke to them during Ilona's second pregnancy."
She laughed, tired but amused. "That was six hundred years ago, master."
"Still, that strange web thing told me that vitamins are very important for women in your state."
Sighing, she rolled towards him as he stretched out beside her. Settling her head on his chest she managed to murmur, "If it gets me some time by myself, I'll take all the vitamins you want."
"For someone so anxious to be away from me, you are certainly rather clingy," he chuckled, wrapping an arm around her protectively.
"You are good for a pillow."
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Depression:
"But, Winter, he won't know any of his grandparents! They are all dead!"
"Hope won't know any of her grandparents, Seras. Shiara wishes she didn't have some of her grandparents."
"But he won't have any living childhood friends."
"I wish I didn't have some of mine."
"Harsh, my lady cousin."
"But he'll live forever! What about getting married?"
"I'm sure he can rustle up an immortal bride. Not my daughter but…."
"Are we sure, Winter of Mayhem, that we should be encouraging the making of more vampires?"
"Shut up, Aidan, or I'll tell Maureen that you took Shiara to the training fields."
"Fine. How do you know it's a boy anyway?"
"I've only ever had sons. A well established fact in the history of my lands."
"Because that means…what?"
"Alucard, will you take the mother of your child to go shoot things? She needs to lighten up a bit."
"Sometimes, little one, I think you are my favorite Hellsing."
"I try."
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Ang-...Depress-...Bargaining:
"That was MY blood, Alucard! She gave it to ME not to YOU!"
He looked down at the freshly emptied goblet of blood and then back to the blonde, stomach rounding nicely with signs of a healthy child. Behind her stood a petite Asian woman who seemed a bit perplexed, probably hesitant to offer any more blood to replace what was just consumed.
"My apologies. I thought since it was left out it was…fair game."
She threw a well-worn pregnancy book at his head. He deftly caught it, tossing it casually on the table before getting to his feet. He approached her with palms showing, steps slow and cautious. She watched him with a wary eye, anger sparkling bright in her fierce gaze.
Slowly, he reached forward and placed a finger under her chin.
"It really was an accident."
Suddenly, she burst into tears. Startled, Sakura took a slight step back, looking around in a somewhat panicked state at the sudden onslaught of sobbing from the normally cheerful (or at leas stoic) vampire. He pulled her to him, careful not to let her see his smirk and rolling of eyes, and pat her head.
"I'm hungry."
"I will supply you with a sufficient replacement."
"But it was virgin blood."
"Do we have to advertise that?" Sakura muttered incredulously.
"You could take some from me, if you like."
"Mmm. That could lead to other things."
"As I said, sufficient."
The two walked off, leering at each other and bantering back and forth quietly leaving a Sakura in their wake, an uncomfortable look on her face.
"That was…disturbing."
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Accept-...Denia-...Acceptance:
"You are not allowed to die."
"I am dead, master. You saw to that."
He pressed his face into her rounded stomach, listening for sounds of movement. She smiled at him, reaching down to brush his elongated black hair off of his bare back. For a moment, she allowed herself to run a finger down his naked flesh, still slightly amazed at her ability, right, to do so.
"I never cared about them really."
"Who?"
"My wives."
She smiled impishly. "Does that imply something there?"
He looked up at her, gaze clearly telling her not to push her luck. She grinned wider and grabbed his chin, pulling his willing frame up to her mouth for a quick kiss. The intention died, however, when his lips pressed against hers. Desperation flooded into her through him and she wondered just where his thoughts had been. When he finally pulled away, he rested his forehead against hers, eyes glowing fiercely as they looked into hers.
"You are not allowed to die."
"I'm not going to leave you, dearest heart. If I were going to, I would never have said yes that night."
"I don't believe you."
"Well, you are dumb."
"Women die all the time in child birth, even now."
She grinned, shifting to sit further up, angling her head so she could look down at him. "I'm already dead."
"Semantics."
"I'm not going anywhere."
He nuzzled his nose into her stomach for a moment before glaring up at her threatening
"I'm not!"
Quick as fire, he pulled her out of her seat and across the room, pinning her to the bed, wrists captured above her head.
"Careful. I'm a bit more fragile now," she laughed low as he began to nibble on her neck.
"Is that where the 'dearest heart' part came from?"
"You don't like it?"
"You've been hanging out with the Irishman too much."
"I can stop calling you that."
He pulled away long enough to glare at her repressively before biting into the flesh of her neck.
"Or not…."
An: CURSE FF.N and it's lack of effectual formatting. Sigh. Originally, the multi-stage sections were written in strike out text...insert in brain now!
That was fun. Though, for some reason, I can't really bring myself to do a pure humor A/S chapter. There has to be a bit of something else in there...hmm... She obviously hasn't had the kid yet so if thoroughly requested, I imagine I could stick up a more detailed Pregnant Seras chapter.
I have NO idea what I'm writing next. I'll look over the ideas and see if I can get a good glimpse of one tonight. Sometimes inspiration just strikes. This one was partially completed due to trying to abate a REALLY nasty nightmare. One day I'll stop having movie-dreams. One day.
Hope you enjoyed it. I thoroughly fell in love with this one. Perhaps for its simplicity.
Thank you for your kind words.
Til next time!