A/N: Hey! Multi-tasking! Heh, you'll get why later. Oh God my multitasking scares me.
MMkay.
Eagle's doing great…outside, eating whole rats (yeah they're already dead...)…
Possums are adorable…until they give you a '90 degree mouth open to expose horrible shark teeth'.
Ha…I played this freaky game and now I just got scared walking through my house in the dark…
Marie sucks ass at Drakengard. A lot.
Marie: Well, Inuart has to take his pants off and give Caim a lapdance, and then his excuse will be 'Oh I thought you were Furiae' and Caim will be like 'Does Furiae have a penis?!' and Furiae will be like 'Well…'
So Caim grows a moustache so it doesn't happen again but secretly he liked it…
Marie as Inuart: I can't do anything right! I can't protect you, I can't COOK!
Marie as Furiae: You can play music!
Marie as Inuart: Fuck music! I want sca-rambled eggs!
Drakengard message: you cannot go any further this way.
Jen: Marie, you can't go any further that way.
Marie: Thank you…
Jen: What would you do without me?
Marie: I wouldn't do anything without you. I'd just sit on the couch and shit myself, all day.
When we got home, Alucard took me directly to my room. I had been clinging to his back as he ran; crying silently into the back collar of his coat. I just killed someone…
He set me down on my bed. I pulled my knees up to my chest and rested my forehead on them. "Do you want me to come back…?" He asked quietly. I knew he meant after I got a shower.
I nodded. He disappeared through the wall without a sound.
I didn't move; I just stared at the blanket, trying to blank out my mind.
After a few minutes I got up and walked into the bathroom. My stomach heaved, and I thought I was about to throw up again. I didn't. But I do have to rinse out my mouth.
I looked into the mirror that hung over the sink and gasped. Blood was spattered all over my face. I turned away, making a horrified and disgusted noise. I set the shower onto a high temperature; the steam fogging up the mirror quickly.
The water was a little too hot to feel comfortable, and that was fine with me. It helped me forget when I had just done. I scrubbed my face hard, the soap stinging my eyes. I rubbed the rest of my skin raw, trying to get the filth of death off myself. I almost bled trying to cleanse my wings where I had jumped into that disgusting creature.
Even after I had made sure that I will smell like that soap for the next three days, I still stayed under the painfully hot water for a long time.
When I finally stepped out, realization attacked me once again.
I had killed a sentient being. One that was already put through disembowelment at that. Am I a…monster? Something evil?
With a towel wrapped around myself and my wings hidden, I walked out of the bathroom.
"Mister Fishy? I'm not a monster am I...?" My fish would always stick with me…
The colorful betta fish swam in circles. Somehow, the little fish calmed me down…I got him when I first moved here over a year ago. Though the awareness of a fish can be debated, I liked to think he was friends with me, and didn't care what I was. And now that I barely saw Jackie or my other friends anymore, I needed all the companionship I could get. He was also the only one here who hadn't…
I pushed that thought away…it never helped any situation.
'Psh, you're not a monster, Pura.' I imagined he would say 'And you never will be. Now feed me, bitch.' I have quite the verbally abusing fish.
I really have to stop holding conversations in my mind with a fish. Nevertheless, I sprinkled some betta food into the bowl.
I laughed at the fish's eager attack on the food. I put a comfortable outfit on and flopped on my bed. I stared at my ceiling, which was overall uninteresting. Soon I felt the bed dip down next to me.
"You feel better." It was an observation, rather than a question.
I sat up at the sound of his voice. "How do you know?"
His arms were around me in an instant. He leaned down just as fast, forcing me to lie back down. His body was pressing against mine, keeping me still. He turned his head to the side and his cold breath soon spread across my exposed neck.
"How do I know? My dear, I can smell it. Your anxiety has lessened…and the scent of that shampoo compliments your blood nicely…" He whispered.
I shivered as his cool fingertips traced along my spine. Well, if I didn't before, now I feel better…even though I think he's just hungry…
"You still want to eat me?" I asked, half playful, half morbidly curious.
He laughed deeply. "Of course…" He purred, drawing out the 's' a little and returning my half playful tone. "You don't understand how very irresistible you smell and taste, little one…" He grinned against my throat. "Did you think I've gotten used to your scent? I don't blame you, that'd be the logical thing to go to…but it seems the longer I'm around you, the more appealing you become…odd, isn't it?" He chuckled again; shifting his body to put more pressure on mine, moving his face back and forth across my neck.
I tensed; was he going to bite me?
His hand moved smoothly to wrap around the back of my neck. "Your fear…" he murmured "it's so tempting…" He opened his mouth…I felt the points of the longer canine fangs lightly touch my neck. My heart raced, adrenaline giving me a 'roller-coaster-y sudden fall' feeling in my stomach. But I couldn't move, even if he hadn't been keeping me still.
The sharp pressure of the two top fangs stopped suddenly, a stinging pain replacing it. I felt his tongue, icy and slick, immediately glide over the shallow puncture wounds; eager. He made a noise, sort of a surprised gasp, but a little more…hungry; I could almost see his pupils change into reptilian slits, surrounded by glowing blood-red irises. His fingers tightened around my neck and cold shadows wrapped around me, ensuring my stillness.
His fangs sunk a little deeper into my neck, but still only the top ones. I whimpered as he began the draw the blood out instead of just lapping at it.
His voice echoed in my mind. "Relax…I won't hurt you, I promise…I just want a little drink…" His tone dropped into a growl as he said 'drink'.
But he was being pretty gentle…if one could even think of piercing the throat of a currently defenseless girl and draining her blood as 'gentle'.
Would this satisfy him, or just make him want to kill me more…?
I began to feel lightheaded…he was taking too much…
I struggled a little, ineffectively. His hold tightened, but otherwise he paid me no mind. He just continued to drink from me. Could he tell how much blood he was taking? He knew how much I could live without, right?
My muscles went limp and I felt tired, wanting to sleep. I closed my eyes, fighting to keep my awareness.
"Mmm…" he hummed, his fangs finally slipping out of my neck. He ran his tongue over the wounds, closing them up. I felt him move to lean over me, his hair tickling my face. "You'll be alright. You were just tired to begin with." He whispered into my ear, his cold breath making me shiver, using up the little energy I had left. Hey, not only did I just kill a vampire and several ghouls, but someone just drained my blood; I'm tired, damn it! "Goodnight, Pura." He chuckled as my consciousness slipped away.
I woke up from a dreamless sleep, my neck hurting a little. Someone had covered me with my blankets…it wasn't too hard to figure out who that could have been.
That bastard! He just randomly decided to bite me!
I sat up, looking around in annoyance. I noticed something sitting on my nightstand…
Really?
A juice box and a cookie. Ha. You're funny, Alucard; as if I had donated blood. It was hardly a willing donation.
Goddamn it I hate you so much you freaking vampire!
I threw off the blankets, turning and placing my feet on the floor; the room immediately began spinning and I fell back on my bed with a sickened groan.
I curled up, thinking maybe the smaller I made myself the less the room would be tossed around. I whimpered, feeling overly helpless. I soon felt a back of a cold hand run gently down the side of my face.
"Go away…" I moaned, not wanting to put up with the one who caused this hell, but secretly liking how…affectionate his touch felt to me. I knew it was only in my head, but I can dream, can't I?
"I know you don't really mean that." He purred and lied down next to me. "I also know that part of you liked how 'kindly' I took your blood…"
Damn! How do I keep him out of my friggin' mind?! "That doesn't mean I want you helping yourself to my neck at random." I growled back.
He chuckled. "Of course not. And I am sorry I sprung this on you…"
I opened one eye and glared at him. "I don't think you are."
He grinned. "Maybe not…"
I exhaled angrily and buried my face in the pillow.
His arm slid around my shoulders and pulled me close to him. "It wasn't my intention to take so much blood from you…" He said quietly, his voice taking on a more serious tone. "Your scent had been driving me mad for some time. Then your thoughts jumped to your fear of being bitten again, complete with visuals…it was overwhelming and caught me off-guard. It won't happen again." A smirk crept back into his voice. "Unless you want it to, of course."
I laughed. "Well that depends on how nice you are to me, doesn't it?" I looked out of the pillow.
He grinned "Or perhaps it depends on whether I can control myself. I might just slip up and confuse a certain little smart-ass with a snack."
A shiver of fear went through me; he was just joking, but really, he could decide to eat me at any time...I'm lucky he wasn't hungrier when he drank my blood before.
"Now that I've ascertained a blood transfusion won't be necessary, you should go back to sleep. You're dizzy, which means your blood's still a little low for you. When you wake up, just eat something and you'll be fine."
"I'm too dizzy to sleep…"
He tilted my head up to look at him, and I was soon lost in his glowing eyes; fiery orange and red, swirling with madness and bloodlust, but irresistibly beautiful.
A/N: Honestly, I didn't see him biting her again coming…it sort of popped into my mind like some sort of youtube screamer video. It wasn't planned, but I think it worked out well. But I'm sorry this was so short for such a long time. I'm done multitasking. Though, now future cliffhanger-laden chapters will be out WAY sooner. I was just feeling a little…cliff-hanger-y. And I've written the continuations for the cliffys, so don't worry about that.
But…a really nice image was brought to my attention. And I'd thought I'd share it with all but one of you...ok, just think…a shirtless Alucard…Doing pushups.
AGH! Yes. Wnat! That's not a typo, that's a Hellsing-themed inside joke way of saying 'want'.
I'm not sayin who suggested this, but you know who you are. A shout out to one a' mah peeps.
If the rest of you want shout outs, you're gonna have to share a lovely image such as that with the class.
Saturday Movie Report: These things are basically giant spoilers. So, ya know…read at your own risk.
I caught the ending of Saw II…eh.
Ohhh what's this? Called 'Rest Stop'…hmm…by the looks of it…cannibal hillbillies perhaps?
AW BITCH GOT KILLED! RIGHT OFF THE BAT! HA!
Two teens, running away together? If they have vehicular sex, they are DEAD. If not, the girl lives. Vehicular make-out…does that count?
OH! THEY DOIN' IT! THEY'RE GONNA DIIIIIIIEEEE! AHAHAHAHA!
Oh and she's a bitch…she's gonna die twice for that. And she looks about 30 (the guy's like 19) and like Michael Jackson...
Ah wow, is the guy already dead? Aw I kinda wanted him to live…he wasn't a dick like this chick has.
Oh yeah, murderin' hillbillies.
Who has time to carve a message into a bathroom wall while they're being killed? It's like Monty Python- "The castle of…aaaggghhhhhhhhh. He must have died while carving it."
Oh my dear sweet God, this woman's hairstyle makes me want to kill her myself…whenever she turns her head its like….I don't know what its like but it's pissing me off.
Are these sarcastic remarks she keeps spitting out unprofessionally supposed to be funny? Because so far it's just been painful.
Yeah, get drunk. You'll live then. Dumbass.
Of course's he's dead you stupid bitch! Um, how bout you get the hell out of the car you idiot?
Oh stop screaming, it's only like ten minutes into the movie, stop bitching. GET OUT OF THE ROAD! HE WILL RUN YOU OVER YOU STUPID WHORE!
Psh, they not helping you…they like the Leatherface family, they're gonna take you to the killer. Duh.
WHOA! MUTANT HILLBILLY! Ew, inbreeding maybe? Ok, I see Texas Chainsaw, Wrong Who is she taking to? She is alone.
Oh yup, torture porn. Not done particularly well, but still. Bitch stop crying, you look even more hideous when you do so.
Hmm…I think it's the mutant kid. Put my bid in now when this other chick is puking blood or…whatever that is.
This movie sucks. It sucks balls.
The cop is going to die. Whenever a cop shows up- dead. Oh no, is he black? Oh man, a victim of racist horror movie guidelines. The one minority always dies. ALWAYS. Oh, yup. Runned over. Sorry, that's a spoiler. Oh well, I don't think you should watch this anyway, due to the aforementioned ball-sucking.
Isn't a movie supposed to make you connect to the main character? Because I'm only feeling sorry for the cop so far…man, whenever they're dying and start talking about their little kid and wife…it hits me, ya know?
THIS CAMERAMAN SHOULD BE FIRED!
Ew he bit her finger off. I call 'The Hills Have Eyes' on that one. Copyright battle! Hills wins due to sucky movie.
Oh god bitch, stop crying! You knew your boyfriend was dead a movie-hour ago, LET IT GO!
Saw that comin…it was her boyfriend she bashed over the head. Haha! Stupid bitch. Ew his lips got sewn shut…
What, we don't even see who it was?! BULL SHIT!
Alright, I want those two hours of my life back.