Chapter Eleven
The next night, Seras was uneasy. She watched Alucard stride across the living room from the kitchen, where she poured a glass of fresh blood into a wine glass. Her body required more blood lately, and while she was free to take from Alucard, she didn't want that intimate contact anymore. The thought pestered her mind, What kind of girl am I? She never intended to be a slut. She wasn't the type of girl to hump an unavailable man.
But why didn't she consider Alucard available?
She laughed audibly at the thought. Because he just wasn't.
"What has you chuckling, Seras?" Alucard appeared beside her, taking the wine glass of blood and knocking it back in one big swallow. "You do get tangled up in your thoughts often, don't you?"
Stubbornly, Seras pulled another blood bag from the refrigerator and another wine glass from the cupboard. Annoyed, Alucard snatched the glass from her. "Take from me, instead."
Brow arched, Seras bared her fangs at him and bit into the blood bag. The cold metallic fluid poured down her throat and, hips swaying, she strolled away in victory. Seras knew she would be punished. Her face showed no surprise when he grabbed her and forced her against the wall.
"This is getting old," she sighed. "You're always pinning me against something or another. Honestly, Alucard, I just want to train. Can we stop this?"
His red eyes seethed. "You've become arrogant, Police Girl."
She glared at the mention of her old pet name. "I have a great example to follow," she spat back at him.
"Take from me," he commanded.
"No," she asserted.
His grip on her arms tightened. "Don't disobey me," he warned. She knew how badly he could hurt her, but for some reason, she couldn't seem to care.
"Fine," she snarled, rearing her head back. She used all of her force to bite down on Alucard's neck, taking a big bite of his flesh. And rather than open the veins and lap from the blood, her teeth crunched down. She tore a massive chunk of flesh from Alucard's neck. A hole the size of an apple gushed his sweet noble blood, which painted much of Seras' face. With a feral grin, she watched the shock in his eyes, waited as the realization ignited him to fury.
"Fool!" he howled, his wound quickly healing, leaving his ivory skin blood stained.
Grinning, Seras licked her lips. "Release me."
She saw his rage, knew he could easily rip her limbs off. Still, her eyes challenged him. Sharply, painfully, Alucard's mind entered her. The pure evil he revealed to her there made her chest heave suddenly, her pupils dilate. She grit her teeth. "Stop that."
Gore. Battlefields of dead humans, the earth made muddy with blood. Decapitated heads on pointed stakes, sticking out of the ground, surrounding a foreboding castle in the misty night. Men, gutted, their insides spilling at Alucard's feet. His bare hands raised toward the sky, reigning terror on anyone who would oppose him. His maw drenched in black blood.
"Stop," Seras hissed, trying to push his mind out. She was aroused. She felt her body gravitate toward his, wanting not to be touched, but to be abused. "Fucking stop!"
The images halted, emptying from her mind like water disappearing into the bathtub's drain. Her breathing calmed, but as her eyes focused, she realized that something had changed about Alucard. He seemed disconnected, immersed in his own thoughts. Then,
"You were aroused by that outburst."
It wasn't a question; it was a statement of fact. Seras' cheeks blushed bright red. He seemed genuinely surprised. The thoughts - his dreams - had accidentally invaded her mind, a result of his extreme anger and, if he was honest, arousal. Seras' defiance had him ready to pounce. Not even a month ago, those images would've horrified her… and now they ready her body for sex, he thought. Alucard sensed that he was entering a dangerous place. Seras saw the shift in his eyes from astonishment to pure lust. In the next instant, she was flung over his shoulder. They moved through the hall.
"Alucard! Stop!"
"Stop pretending, Seras. You're ready." Those images - the worst of them - leaked between their link once more. It was a switch he turned on inside her. She could practically taste the blood of the fallen men, innocent men with families. And knowing that each man had a life, a past, and dreams only aroused Seras more. The sheer brutality of it made her wet. She felt she was going out of her mind. She felt something happening, deep in her mind. A transformation. Her darkness was emerging. She blacked out.
When Seras returned to her body, she was lying naked beside Alucard, who was, strangely enough, also naked. Her body ached. She felt his dry saliva all over her, even on her thighs. Healing bruises and gashes freckled her entire body. Her hair was a tangled, bloody mess. And a throbbing pain inside of her confirmed that yes, Alucard had taken her virginity.
"Welcome back," Alucard drawled, smiling over at her from where he reclined easily in the coffin. He seemed too pleased with himself. "It's nice to see that clarity in your eyes again. You're no fun when you're entirely compliant."
"I-I don't remember anything."
Alucard's brow arched, and a chuckle vibrated his chest. "Allow me to remind you."
He showed her. He showed her everything, and from his perspective. Her wanton writhing beneath him, her begging, her clawing, her screaming. Yes, screaming. The images made her face hot, and not in the way Alucard would've hoped. She was ashamed. She felt used.
"You consented," Alucard reminded her, reading her thoughts.
"You knew I wasn't in my right mind," she snapped as, fighting tears, she tore from the room. Hiding in the bathroom, she questioned if Alucard truly didn't know that she wouldn't remember their sexual encounter. The future of their relationship teetered on the answer.