Drowning in Darkness.
By: Lazeralk.
Standard disclaimers apply.
In the name of God, impure souls of the living dead shall be banished into eternal damnation. Amen.
Part 15
I fixed some grammar things in chapters 13 and 14 so…yeah. To my reviewers, I can't tell you that I love you enough. And my ever-faithful plaid cat, this chapter is dedicated to you.
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Seras listened to the little beeping noise of the heart monitor she was hooked up to, the only sound in her desolate hospital room. She could will her heart not to beat and she'd be fine but the doctor insisted that they keep it anyway. Her shoulder had been cleaned and stitched as best as possible but chunks of meat were missing from her flesh. There was nothing they could do but wait for it to grow back.
She'd tried to flex her fingers and had been both pleased and horrified that they worked just fine. She could move her whole arm and not feel anything more than a dull throbbing.
Malikai sat in a chair to her right, fast asleep. He'd stayed with her though the entire operation and was now exhausted. She smiled fondly at him, watching as his chest rose and fell with every breath he took. He'd been frantic with worry when she'd walked past his office, blood trailing behind her like she was painting a river on the floor.
She suppressed a laugh as she recalled his face. He'd been so worried about her.
Her master hadn't even spared her a glance. When she's called for him, all he said was: 'Drink some blood police girl, I'll have you're gun fixed.' And that was it. She was a little disappointed.
Malikai had been there for her, why hadn't her master?
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Meriquoi had taken over when Seron's fingers were trembling to hard to work properly. The pyro held a flame above his two friends as Mear-ri worked. The serene vampire used his hydrokinesis to lift the bullets to the surface of the chalk white skin they were imbedded in. Blood was a lot like water, and he could control both in simple things like this. He plucked the bullets out, but the crosses had already done damage to his systems.
Aramore had stopped breathing a while ago, but they weren't worried about it. They were much more concerned with the massive amount of blood he'd lost.
"Sear." The injured one choked.
"What is it Ahram?"
"Blood."
"I'll get it for you." The red head promised. He searched around in the darkness and found an unlit torch. He snatched it off the wall and lit it, planting it in the ground near Meriquoi's feet.
"Don't let him die." He told the water sprite.
"I won't."
Seron gave them both a long look before engulfing himself in flame and vanishing into the night, searching for prey to feed his brothers.
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Arucard paced, restless steps over stone floors. His feet hit the floor over and over, beating out a rhythm as his body moved. The human whelp was taking care of Seras, she was safe and happy. He had nothing left to do but protect her. He was out of the running now.
Now what? Now what do I do to pass the time? Integra, my master, my keeper. I want her. Now don't get me wrong here, I don't love her or anything stupid like that. I just want a good lay is all. I've had thousands of human women, why should she be any different? I don't do that sappy romance stuff.
Arucard sighed and decided to get out of his room and go seduce his master. It's a spur of the moment thing, it has no meaning, he told himself.
He phased through the wall and made his way to her bedroom, hoping to find her sleeping.
She was sitting in an armchair, reading. He froze in the doorway, she was absolutely stunning. Her slender form was draped with loose white satin; her long legs were propped up on a stool, his skin from ankle to thigh gloriously bare.
Her glasses caught the light, blanking her eyes before she pulled them off her face and set them on the nightstand. Her arms were bare too, his skin glowing like caramel.
"Is there something you need Arucard?"
He smiled, his fangs glinting in the low lighting.
"Need my master? You have no idea."
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Seron hissed, drawing the woman into a tight embrace before snapping her neck. He threw her over his shoulder and teleported himself to his brother's side. Meriquoi had his hands over Aramore's chest, his fingers glowing with blue light.
"How is he?" asked the red head.
The blue haired man turned and smiled, his face lighting up beautifully.
"I froze his blood so he won't loose anymore. Did find something?"
"Yeah. I'll defrost him, but you get to feed him."
Meriquoi nodded and took the body from his commander. He'd pull the blood out and controlled it as if it were water, holding it suspended in the air until Aramore was ready to drink it. He watched as Seron bent over the comatose wind sprite and his hands glowed red.
Seron frowned at Aramore's too-still body and sent a blaze of warmth through him, channeling his concern and love for the annoying prick into the icy flesh. Blood began to flow again and Aramore opened his wine colored eyes.
"Hey." He said.
"Hey." Returned the pyro.
Seron finished his work and moved so Meriquoi would have better access to their fallen kin. The water user held the blood over the other vampire's mouth and smiled.
"Open up sleep head. Say 'Ah!'
"Ahhh." Said Aramore as he opened his mouth wide and began to drink the blood his brother filtered to him psychicly. He swallowed it greedily and they watched as the wounds closed and his skin became smooth and perfect again.
He sat up, using the wind to pull himself to his feet.
"Ah! It feels so good to be back from the brink of death." He joked as he called up a mini tornado and spun the leaves around them. He loved the feel of the wind in his face.
"Don't you ever do that to me again." Said Seron. Aramore had just enough time to glance in his direction before a fist caught him across the temple.
"Hey!" cried the wind sprite.
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"What did you say?" asked Integra, her eyes widening a fraction. This was most unlike Arucard. What the hell was wrong with him?
"I want you my master. And I always get what I want."
Except Seras, his mind whispered.
Integra glared at him. This is what she wanted wasn't it? She'd dreamed of this night, longed for it with an intensity that frightened her. Why did she hesitate? Because this is not Arucard. He'd never do this, not in a million years.
"What's wrong with you Arucard?"
He scowled, lips sliding over his fangs and making him appear almost…human.
"Isn't it enough that I'm offering you you're dreams master? Can't you just take what I give you…Integra?"
"Not like this. Something happened to you and you're acting irrational. I will not be reduced to some whore you'll take to your bed because you're angry over something else and need to work off some frustration. Get out." She hissed, her face contorting with rage.
"Master, we both need it." He said, trying to salvage the mood.
"I am Sir Integra Wingates Hellsing. How dare you! Get out of my sight this instant, vampire!" She cried as she stood, her eyes filled with cold fury.
Arucard growled and charged at her. He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her roughly to him, flashing his fangs dangerously. Integra glared at him, silently plotting his death. He held her still for a moment, his breathing ragged as he fought to control his emotions. He brought his face to the clean skin of her neck; his lips and nose caressing it as he traveled down, his breath became a hot rush, raising the hair along her spine.
He released her abruptly and strode out of the room with out a glance behind.
The door shut with a snap and Integra listened to his feet hit the floor angrily as he stalked away from her bedroom. She sunk to the carpet, her satin nightgown riding up around her thighs. She covered her eyes with her hand and shuddered. She'd never been more terrified in her entire life. Arucard, the one man she trusted beyond all others had almost. He'd almost. She shook her head, refusing to think about it and just sat on her floor and tried not to cry.
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Allen had stopped drawing in demon energy quite a while ago and was now most sorely sorry he'd even began in the first place. His entire being pulsed with pain and nausea. He could 'look' around the Deep with his metaphysical eyes and what he saw disturbed him. The Deep was normally a vast, echoing, void of inky blackness. There was no sound or taste or feel to it other than a bone chilling emptiness.
This however was something else entirely. In his almost drunken haze from absorbing so much demonic energy he'd become attuned to the patterns of the power. He could see the spell, traced in a black that somehow stood out against the black of the Deep, and far worse, he could see the half formed Shadow-Walkers as they struggled against it. He could finally hear their screams and piteous cries for freedom.
He cringed, what amounted to his metaphysical head was now throbbing with the noise. It was going to be a long night.
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"We're going after them again tonight aren't we?" asked Aramore as he ripped his clothes off. They were gathered in his room within the castle, having just come back from the meeting with Lady Mauve.
Meeting. Right. Aramore would call it a chewing out, but that was putting it lightly. Mauve was a total bitch. He glanced uneasily at Seron as he searched his closet for a shirt that wasn't covered in blood. The redhead had made himself comfortable on the wind sprite's bed, his back to the wall and knees drawn up to his chest, held in place by his long pale arms.
"Yeah." Answered the pyro. Meriquoi sank down on the bed beside him and gently touched his arm. Seron looked at him, his impossibly green eyes wide and vulnerable.
"Sear." Whispered the water sprite, offering his arms.
Seron sighed and unfolded his legs, stretching them along the bed. He crawled the rest of the way to Meriquoi's embrace and curled up on his lap, resting his head on his friend's chest. Meriquoi wrapped his arms around his back and nestled his chin in fire red locks.
Aramore didn't comment as he changed into clean pants and crawled up on the bed. He lay down next to Seron and threw an arm around his waist, his head resting on Meriquoi's hip.
"She's a bitch Sear, you gotta get over her." He told him.
Seron snorted.
Meriquoi looked down at the two men on top of him and sighed happily; moments like this were rare, only coming after Mauve said something particularly evil to Seron. The pyro was head over heels in love with the stupid whore they served and she knew it. She used him, not caring at all if he was hurt or upset. She was madly in love with her demon master anyway.
Seron was just hurting himself by foolishly loving her.
"Just give it up Sear. She'll never come around. You have us don't you?"
"You're not her." Replied the redhead stubbornly.
Aramore glanced up at Meriquoi, wine red eyes peeking through his snow-white hair. The blue haired vampire returned the look; they were both worried about him.
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Arucard growled and delivered a hard punch to his wall.
Damnit! That was not how it was suppose to be. She loved him damnit, she should give him what he wants. But still she denied him, hung up on her pride and her morals and her stupid family honor.
"Damnit." He said out loud, glaring at the cracking hole in his wall like it suppose to give him the answer he wanted.
Answer. Sure, he didn't even know the question.
"Integra." He whispered, turning to lean against his abused wall and closing his eyes. This night just kept getting worse.
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End part 15
Ok, it's done. Sigh. More angst and drama. My muse is trying to tell me something I'm sure. Oh well, I'll work on part 16 tomorrow.
