Note: decadence warning ahead.
(1) The Blood Lust, as I define it, is an intense one mth period in which newly turned true vampires go through. It is characterised by an intense, insatiable hunger, a certain degree of wantoness (told you decadence warning) and quite often a complete change in character –- all actions, thoughts and words being controlled by the main primal need to feed … usually, such feeding sessions are restricted to master and fledgling (note: this is a term I coined myself, but I have noticed its usage in other fics eg. Damned Caeli –- I use it with no intention of infringement, but if the author(s) wish I remove it/not use it, please feel free to contact me – passionsdreaming@hotmail.com - and I will comply. Also if it is a widely used term for 'new' vampires, I am not aware of it … and in that case then : sorry for making all of you read this crap ) , involving the exchange of blood. Blood = power, meaning the blood of vampires as old as Alucard, are often coverted. Therefore, the more the fledgling drinks from the master, the stronger he/she will be. If the master feeds in turn, it is usually just for the pleasure of it. (decadent warning no2! )
(2) This story is in no way meant to offend or disgust anybody… (the workings of imagination at 5am in the mornings are not to be questioned ) … if it does, accept my apologies, but respect my freedom as an author (thank you =)
(3) Warning: I am taking liberties with the Hellsing storyline/characters (as far as I know them) and frankly I am apprehensive of presenting such a 'corrupt' version of Integra … just thought I'll let you guys know… :P
anyway as before.. enjoy (if you can) … [personal opinion: frankly I'm not toooo happy with this but well I'll leave you people to decide.. personally only the last exchange between Walter and Alucard works *sigh* ]
@-`-- passionsmuse
Blood Lust - Decadence (Part I)
"Drink."
"No."
"You must."
"I won't."
"Don't fight."
"I… will…" She doubled up as the agony hit her.
"Drink."
"noo…"
He pushed her onto the bed. "Now you will."
She struggled beneath him as he tried to force his wrist to her mouth. She scratched him, drawing blood.
Suddenly he grinned, bearing his fangs. "The Lady wants to play rough?"
She screamed albeit in pleasure as he nipped her.
"Go on… go on, bite me," he taunted. He smiled as he felt her fangs sink into his neck.
Finally he pushed her away.
She laughed lowly as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. She was flushed with the aftermath of the feeding. "You have yet to feed," she purred at him.
She was drunk with the satiation, still too new to control it. He tried to suppress a shudder as he felt hands run over his chest.
"You want me. I know it… "
He didn't resist as she pulled him to her. His vision clouded red … dimly in the background he could hear her moan.
"Sir?… … " Walter pushed open the door.
Alucard glanced up, eyes glinting, without breaking away from her neck. She was naked, flushed, her face registering rapture…
Suppressing a shudder, Walter closed the door; Alucard's amused eyes the last thing he saw. Their feeding sessions were always… messy...
"Fiend!"
… …
"Disturbed, old man?"
Walter scowled.
"Never thought you'll see her that way did you?"
Walter narrowed his eyes. The vampire looked fed, satiated, satisfied, like an animal after a meal. A shiver of disgust ran through him.
"You know," said Alucard languidly, "I am as much her Master now as she is mine. And till she learns to control her blood lust…"
"If not for my duty, I would have killed you long ago."
Alucard grinned. "… I will enjoy it."
Walter cursed as the vampire disappeared.
"Oh… till then… I caution you. Do not go near her… if you wish to live."
"Damned freak of nature!" Then he sighed heavily… now she was one too.