Chapter 56
Seras looked up at him hazily; her eyesight was just tainted red and nothing more, a bit blurry, but that was it. She could make out that it was Alucard standing over her, but she also sensed something strange emanating from him; he wasn't exactly in his right state of mind, or at least the mind he is usually in. He was, technically, never in his right mind.
Her speech was a little wavery and strange compared to her normal voice.
"M-master, I am okay...just a little stuck..." She tried as hard as her weakening body could and raised her left arm shakily to try and take out the knives from her body. Her fingers wrapped around the slender handle of one of the many swords and she pulled with what little energy she had left; it was no use, even with her supernatural strength decreasing, the swords were wedged into the ground too far for her to pull out. She just dropped her arm where it was, landing on the ground next to her side.
Walter looked down at Seras' pitiful attempt to rid her body of the offending knives and looked up at Alucard hopefully. Like Seras, he too noticed that the vampire was not entirely himself. Walter let go of Seras' hand, as Alucard's black eyes seemed to range over Seras' injured body.
"Lord Alucard, listen, she will be okay," He motioned that she was still speaking and moving only a little, but Alucard seemed not to notice anything Walter did or said. The Angel of Death looked back down to Seras.
"This could be bad," He said to her regretfully, afterwards his eyes shooting up to Alucard. "She will not last much longer if you just stand there!" His eyes begged Alucard to wake himself up, to snap himself out of it...
Alucard, his eyes fogged over with rage, subconsciously knew that it was, and yet was not, really him. It was more like he was looking over things through the wrong end of a pair of binoculars; hardly seeing.
Struggling with himself as his black side was already tainting him, he seemed to not be able to do a thing to bring himself back around; he did see Seras on the ground, bleeding all of her 'life's' blood. He knelt down beside her and reached out both of his blackened-out arms and pulled out her knives carelessly.
Though, not knowing why, he continued, still refusing to speak.
Seras watching him carefully, skeptically, as he'd pull them out, one by one, as if they were nothing, and then throw them away behind him. There were several of the knives all over her body, her chest, her thighs and the tops of her arms; most of them were in her stomach, however.
She started to feel incredibly lightheaded and dizzy, things around her growing in and out of focus; she would see Walter and Alucard there, then their images would seem to step back and grow fuzzy and blurry again.
Alucard still seemed to have the impression of looking through another's eyes, like he was awake in someone else's dream. Walter seemed to be the only one not out of it, as he still stared at Alucard in wonder. Besides for not talking, Alucard seemed to be acting like normal; though, restraining difficulty, Alucard finished pulling out the rest of her knives and saw the blood draining out of her freely.
For a split second, his beetle-black eyes were mournful, showing that he was in pain to see this. A second surprise was in store, as he put a hand to her face hesitantly, barely even able to believe the sight in front of him. Walter stared at Alucard.
"She needs help, she is losing a lot of blood fast; you can help her, I cannot..."
Seras winced in pain as the last of the blades were ripped out of her, the blessings on them burning her; she felt her blood leaving her rapidly, and she was growing weary every second now.
She found herself almost unable to speak, and her eyes were shut halfway as she looked dully up at the strange Alucard, she didn't even have enough sense to realize that as this was black Alucard, he was presumably dangerous going from previous encounters in the past.
Alucard looked dazedly to Walter as he finally heard him speak; with the last knife pulled from Seras, nothing seemed to register totally in his eyes...besides for his weird amusement and inner sorrow at the same time.
Walter was smart about this; he knew that Alucard had the potential to kill them both outright and within the blink of an eye, also to save them.
But at the moment, he did not seem to be doing much of either; he was just kneeling there, dazed.
Walter stood and shrugged off his black vest, folding it and putting it underneath Seras' head to act as a substitute headrest for her. He knew what he had to do to bring Alucard somewhat back to them.
"Lord Alucard, I take no pleasure in this." His hands wrapped around his coat collar and he lifted him up with ease, pretty strong for an old man such as himself. As Alucard merely hung there dazed, oblivious to what was happening, Walter brought forth a hand and hit him sharply across the face much like Integra had done (only this was for another purpose), to try and snap him out of it.
But he only succeeded in getting the black Alucard to see things angrier; he was taken aback by this action, and Walter prepared himself by showing his thin strings from hand-to-hand, the ends wrapped carefully around his fingers like a puppeteer.
Seras couldn't really feel much of anything anymore, the only thing she could remotely feel was her head falling a little limply to rest on something that was propping her head up. Still, she was unsure of what it was, but on the other hand, she didn't care.
She couldn't see anymore, everything were blurs, and her head spun around crazily; she fought with all that she had to stay awake...
Alucard still kept his mouth shut, uttering not a word; it was very spooky even for his black self, who was used to cackling at almost everything.
Alucard attacked first, not knowing right from wrong, and lunged forward with his right hand, poised at Walter's side. Walter, being the Angel of Death and all, just moved to the side, wrapping the ultra-thin cords around Alucard's arm as it came, trying to tie it back around. He pulled them tight, throwing Alucard to the floor to prevent ripping his arm off; he didn't want to go that far if he really did not need to.
Walter stood over Alucard.
"Lord Alucard, wake up...Can you not see that the time wasted is less time for Miss Victoria to live; she is going fast," Alucard stood up, his eyes bulging slightly in the blackness of his face and hair and body. He still attacked more, viciously detaching body parts and sending them careening at Walter, who only moved his strings and stopped them from continuing any farther. This kept Walter preoccupied, as Alucard rounded the back of him to attack him from behind.
Alucard thrust out an arm and lifted him up from the crook of the back of his neck.
Seras heard sounds, but they all sounded like she were underwater. And now that her eyesight was screwed, she couldn't see, either.
She didn't know what else to do but lie there hopelessly; she couldn't move, what else could she do, when she would run out of energy to stay awake.
But still she fought, her willpower urging her to not give up.
Walter tried desperately to turn under Alucard's enormous hand, but it was hard; so Walter did the only thing he could do, and took out his cords again.
With a delicate flick of his wrists, he wrapped Alucard's head and hands with it; one more twist and he could decapitate him...but should he?
"Lord Alucard...she is barely hanging on..." He tried speaking to him again, but Alucard had no intentions of looking, or even caring. He only grasped harder, almost choking Walter to death.
So he did what he had to do, and twisted his wrists, pulling the cords tighter. Alucard's head and arms fell from him instantly. He was released from the grip and he landed on his feet, the body parts landing around his feet.
Alucard's body was sprawled on the ground, his head black and bloody, staining the ground as it rolled a few feet away from the body. The eyes barely able to see, Walter knew that he could regenerate, so he did not worry that much.
With all of his courage he had in his body, Walter picked up Alucard's disembodied head and walked it a foot more to see Seras lying there, her blood soaking the ground.
"Look, she needs you. Pull yourself together, for her sake if nothing else. It is Victoria, remember...Seras." Alucard's eyes started to ball again...
She saw fuzzy blobs approaching her and stand over her, though she still could not make them out. She also heard talking that sounded like blubbering, not sounding really like anything she ever heard before...
Alucard's eyes were balling out of his skull; they started to glint with an evil shine, and then turned soft, rippling beneath the blackened smile, eyes, and face. He could smell her blood, and memories flashed of them not more than five hours beforehand, back in his room...
Walter held his head awkwardly still, his chin resting in the crook of his arm. Alucard's body writhed behind them, regenerating itself still in its black form. However from within the black there was a allusion of red from his coat...it looked as if it were fighting to be released.
Alucard's mind started streaming with thoughts and reminiscences, Seras still in his viewpoint; he thought of his own blackness, his blood wanting her's with flaring fanaticism.
But the real him was dejected at the sight of her truly, really dying body; he could not believe he would still have those kinds of inclinations.
He sputtered out her name, the syllables rolling on his tongue and falling, mish-moshing inside of his mouth like he was remembering his own voice and how to speak; he was clearly struggling.
Walter, smiling a little at his slight recollection, knelt down and moved Alucard's head closer with his two hands, to get a better view of Seras' body. He knew that Alucard could barely see her, thus he did not call out.
"She is right here, and needs you..."
A particularly dark, fuzzy blob dipped closer to her and she wearily blinked; she blinked like she was in slow motion, her eyelids closed.
And stayed closed...
Then they slowly opened, each lid weighing at least twenty pounds each; a shudder went through her entire body like a sudden earthquake only felt by her. Alucard looked over her, memories flickering in his eyes as he tried to remember...
His body formed itself from behind them and stooped upright, Walter refused to let go of the bodiless head, forcing him to look at Seras. Each time Walter looked behind him, the black Alucard's body filled out more and more with the red. Slow at first, but then faster and spreading outwards like it were melting. His head seemed to have a direct effect with his body.
With that, Alucard started to see what was happening, as if waking from a dream he saw Seras lying there, her blood everywhere in the surrounding radius, spilling out of her. Hardly able to look himself, she appeared to be in a daze all her own, her eyes wide open and blankly staring with hardly any pupils at all. Alucard's own pupils dilated, shrinking back as the whole situation struck him at once.
"SERAS," He said rather loudly in his baritone voice; his eyes started to bulge as they came back to 'reality,' seeing what was really going on in the present. This bewildered him more...
Walter looked down at Alucard's head, swiveling his head to see the body fully formed and his coat its normal dark, blood red again. He stood up swiftly and walked over; placing Alucard's head back neatly onto his body. The neck seemed to melt together, fusing in that one instant of a touch.
"Now, before it is too late, help her." He said in a firm voice and a small smile, as he watched Alucard fall to his knees beside Seras, as Walter once had done...
Her eyes half-closed, she saw a big red fuzz blob near her, along with another blob. Not exactly a bright red one but was there as well; it was weird, she just saw them, and thought absolutely nothing. She couldn't even feel some of her body; the searing pain was numbed from the enormous blood loss.
Presently more in his right mind than he was, Alucard did the only thing he could think of. He picked her up gently, slipping one hand under her back, avoiding the wounds, and the other under her kneecaps.
He rose gently, hardly swaying his body and turned to Walter, sorrow still in his eyes. Walter knew what he was going to say, and was mutual for Alucard; that was their connection, as they worked together for years and years.
So nothing was said, and the image of Alucard and the wounded Seras merely faded into the night; slowly at first, but then all together as one, he reappeared in the sanctity of his room and put her gently on his bed. Examining the wounds carefully, he noted right away that they were clean through her body, and not just slim slices through, rather large, rather oval-like wounds as if the swords were twisted when they were removed.
Seras did not have the ability to regenerate as he did, and she obviously needed some assistance in her healing process. Crouching by her side, he put one hand on her head, transferring some of his energy into her; the blood loss could be made up easily along with time and a few extra blood bags, but it was the wounds that needed to be closed now.
Since she was growing numb, she had neglected to feel him pick her up, or place her in his bed; she just saw flashes of different things, eventually a change of scenery. The fuzziness was a grayish instead of black.
Her eyelids closed a little more, and she fought desperately to keep them open. There was a little spark of something in her head that she could feel, the only thing she could possibly feel, and it seemed to spread through her body, all the way to her booted feet.
But she didn't know enough to realize what it could be, or have been, she just used all of her energy she had left to keep her eyes open, paying no attention to anything else.
Alucard's hand stayed pressed gently to her head, the other he placed on top of her nearest limp hand, as much for his comfort as for her's; through her glove, her hand was ice cold, unbelievably colder than she normally was. He had a feeling that she was too far-gone going by her glazed-over look, to even notice this gesture.
"Do not leave me yet, Seras...master has not given you orders just yet..." He said, sorrowful, yet lightly at the end to try and make light of the heavy, serious situation. He pushed more energy into her, quickly moving next to attach a couple of blood bags, one in each arm to be exact, to try and make up for the excruciating amount of lost blood.
Seras failed to notice the needles poke into her arms, attached to some blood bags usually used for their meals; needles that would hopefully regain her blood. She didn't feel his hand on her's, either; she just felt some more sparks of something she did not recognize.
Her wounds were closing, and her blood was urgently trying to be replenished, she slowly slipped to unconsciousness.
Alucard removed his hand slowly, as if unsure still, as he saw her wounds closing up, taking away a few precious minutes to do so. His eyes were filled with sorrow and concern and welling anger; he knew that his night was far from over.
He still had to report to his master.
"Hmm...Maybe I can get Walter to do it, under such times." He mused, and thought about it deeply; he knew that would not be the case.
"Sleep now, Victoria." He said, rarely using her first name; leaning over and kissing her on the forehead quickly, like a father would do to a daughter, he was still very protective of her. He could barely stand himself for letting her slip away like that...and getting her drunk the other night.
Very much depressed, Alucard disappeared melted into a black puddle through the wall and disappeared, his hat, glasses and tie reappearing with him as he entered Integra's study.
Trying to look respectable, he stood, waiting for her to recognize his presence. Integra did, as she stood facing opposite him and looking out of her balcony; she could tell from there that he was incredibly down on himself. She turned after a second or two to her side, the darkness did well to cover him for a little while, but she could always tell when he was around. Her dark red eyes pierced him through her glasses as they went through the now ritualistic report of the near dawn.
Though, this depression Alucard seemed to be going through did not stop her from demanding from him, quiet and coldly; not unlike her.
"Alucard, report."
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