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Chapter II: Acceptance
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Celes stirred in her sleep. For some strange reason, she could hear the pounding of a person's heart. Even in the closed lid of her coffin.
And for some strange reason, that heart belonged to the young man she had earlier spied with her ruby orbs. She stirred and turned and finally opened the lid of her coffin. She sat up almost out of breath and tried to steady herself.
Which was extremely hard to do for a moment.
"I told you do drink the blood," Alucard's voice reprimanded her. Sighing, Celes looked at the pack of medical blood on her table with distaste but a renewed lust for it.
"What is happening?" Celes asked, not expecting an answer. But she was given one anyway.
"A side effect from not feeding on blood," Alucard said. "The bloodlust grows with every second you tarry. And soon, you will attack the first human you will see." There was wisdom in the vampire's words that the former policewoman could not disagree. The next words of her master chilled her into consideration.
"Your bloodlust heightens with your own carnal lust," Celes could not believe what she was hearing.
"What do you mean, master?" she asked but she knew perfectly well what he meant.
"The first victim of your refusal to feed will be the young man you have set your eyes upon," he laughed. "He would make a fine addition to our little 'family'."
"Master!" Celes frowned. How could he insinuate something like that? The lad was too young to join the vampire ranks. But when she thought of it, she was too.
The longer she thought of it, the longer the idea was beginning to appeal to her.
Shaking all thoughts from her head, she tried to get back to sleep.
***
Sol was already inside the target range for his first orientation. And he was getting uncomfortable.
In reality, he was just seventeen years of age. He had no inkling on what the Hellsing Institute does or why he was here. He was only sent here by the final wishes of his mentor that he obeyed. Even though it was given to him through an old letter.
Seven people were using the target range. All of them were using automatic weapons. He seemed intimidated with the professionals that he thought was better than him as they hit every target with ease and precision. He had minimal experience with guns and he preferred the method his mentor had taught him.
Sighing, he decided to try for he knew they would force him to use the blasted contraption. Opening the weapons locker, he took out a MP5 navy but one of the men approached him and handed him a rather large rifle. Sol blinked as the squad leader presented him with the heavy weapon. Looking around, he saw that the other men were egging him to take the weapon.
Sighing, Sol took the gun and he almost dropped it for he was not ready for its weight. The other soldiers snickered and the squad leader patted his shoulder and left. Sighing, Sol hefted the gun and walked toward one of the empty slots.
A gentle hand on his shoulder stopped him. Turning around, his heart stopped as he saw the loveliest woman he had ever seen. Her blond hair flows like a waterfall of yellow and her ruby like eyes were shining in the glimmer of the light. Glancing down, she was wearing a uniform that hugged her every curve and left little to the imagination.
Standing straight, his face was passive as he waited for what his senior has to say.
"Relax, soldier. I'm not going to eat you," she said in a sweet voice but Sol was nervous to her last statement. He was disturbed by the way she had said that. It was like she didn't mean it.
"Yes, Ma'am," he saluted making her giggle. She then turned towards the practicing soldiers.
"The Captain's ordered a briefing," she told the men in an official tone. The squad leader nodded and ordered the men out of the room. Sol was about to follow but she placed a hand on his chest to stop him.
"You are still in training," she said as the last soldier left the room.
Sol became very uncomfortable. Alone in a room with a lovely woman who, in his mind must be a good fighter with the aura she was emanating. When she smiled at him, all he saw was an alluring woman who saw sweet and innocent.
"Let me introduce myself," she smiled. "I am Celes Victoria. I have been assigned to be your instructor. Meet me at noon in the dungeons. Until then, you are free to use the range." With a final smile, she left Sol alone.
And she left him alone confused, disoriented and rather awed by her.
**
"He does not seem so special," Sir Integra Hellsing said as she watched the spectacle in the target range with a surveillance camera. Walter, only smiled.
"Appearances could be deceiving," he said as he watched the monitor. But Hellsing seemed unconvinced.
"Was it wise to assign her to him?" Hellsing asked. "She seemed a little too friendly."
"Everything will work out fine," Walter promised her. Integra smirked and turned off the monitor.
**
Hidden in the shadows, Alucard watched the young man as he tried to figure out the mechanisms of the rifle. The vampire smiled as the young man struggled with the rifle. When he fired the rifle on the target, the force of the kick made him tumble to the ground.
With a chuckle, Alucard left the young man to his devices.
The vampire was entertained with his performance.
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End of 2
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A/n: Please review. What did you think of it?
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Chapter II: Acceptance
.
Celes stirred in her sleep. For some strange reason, she could hear the pounding of a person's heart. Even in the closed lid of her coffin.
And for some strange reason, that heart belonged to the young man she had earlier spied with her ruby orbs. She stirred and turned and finally opened the lid of her coffin. She sat up almost out of breath and tried to steady herself.
Which was extremely hard to do for a moment.
"I told you do drink the blood," Alucard's voice reprimanded her. Sighing, Celes looked at the pack of medical blood on her table with distaste but a renewed lust for it.
"What is happening?" Celes asked, not expecting an answer. But she was given one anyway.
"A side effect from not feeding on blood," Alucard said. "The bloodlust grows with every second you tarry. And soon, you will attack the first human you will see." There was wisdom in the vampire's words that the former policewoman could not disagree. The next words of her master chilled her into consideration.
"Your bloodlust heightens with your own carnal lust," Celes could not believe what she was hearing.
"What do you mean, master?" she asked but she knew perfectly well what he meant.
"The first victim of your refusal to feed will be the young man you have set your eyes upon," he laughed. "He would make a fine addition to our little 'family'."
"Master!" Celes frowned. How could he insinuate something like that? The lad was too young to join the vampire ranks. But when she thought of it, she was too.
The longer she thought of it, the longer the idea was beginning to appeal to her.
Shaking all thoughts from her head, she tried to get back to sleep.
***
Sol was already inside the target range for his first orientation. And he was getting uncomfortable.
In reality, he was just seventeen years of age. He had no inkling on what the Hellsing Institute does or why he was here. He was only sent here by the final wishes of his mentor that he obeyed. Even though it was given to him through an old letter.
Seven people were using the target range. All of them were using automatic weapons. He seemed intimidated with the professionals that he thought was better than him as they hit every target with ease and precision. He had minimal experience with guns and he preferred the method his mentor had taught him.
Sighing, he decided to try for he knew they would force him to use the blasted contraption. Opening the weapons locker, he took out a MP5 navy but one of the men approached him and handed him a rather large rifle. Sol blinked as the squad leader presented him with the heavy weapon. Looking around, he saw that the other men were egging him to take the weapon.
Sighing, Sol took the gun and he almost dropped it for he was not ready for its weight. The other soldiers snickered and the squad leader patted his shoulder and left. Sighing, Sol hefted the gun and walked toward one of the empty slots.
A gentle hand on his shoulder stopped him. Turning around, his heart stopped as he saw the loveliest woman he had ever seen. Her blond hair flows like a waterfall of yellow and her ruby like eyes were shining in the glimmer of the light. Glancing down, she was wearing a uniform that hugged her every curve and left little to the imagination.
Standing straight, his face was passive as he waited for what his senior has to say.
"Relax, soldier. I'm not going to eat you," she said in a sweet voice but Sol was nervous to her last statement. He was disturbed by the way she had said that. It was like she didn't mean it.
"Yes, Ma'am," he saluted making her giggle. She then turned towards the practicing soldiers.
"The Captain's ordered a briefing," she told the men in an official tone. The squad leader nodded and ordered the men out of the room. Sol was about to follow but she placed a hand on his chest to stop him.
"You are still in training," she said as the last soldier left the room.
Sol became very uncomfortable. Alone in a room with a lovely woman who, in his mind must be a good fighter with the aura she was emanating. When she smiled at him, all he saw was an alluring woman who saw sweet and innocent.
"Let me introduce myself," she smiled. "I am Celes Victoria. I have been assigned to be your instructor. Meet me at noon in the dungeons. Until then, you are free to use the range." With a final smile, she left Sol alone.
And she left him alone confused, disoriented and rather awed by her.
**
"He does not seem so special," Sir Integra Hellsing said as she watched the spectacle in the target range with a surveillance camera. Walter, only smiled.
"Appearances could be deceiving," he said as he watched the monitor. But Hellsing seemed unconvinced.
"Was it wise to assign her to him?" Hellsing asked. "She seemed a little too friendly."
"Everything will work out fine," Walter promised her. Integra smirked and turned off the monitor.
**
Hidden in the shadows, Alucard watched the young man as he tried to figure out the mechanisms of the rifle. The vampire smiled as the young man struggled with the rifle. When he fired the rifle on the target, the force of the kick made him tumble to the ground.
With a chuckle, Alucard left the young man to his devices.
The vampire was entertained with his performance.
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End of 2
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A/n: Please review. What did you think of it?