Vampire:
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"Isn't a Druid some sort of pagan worshiper?" Andrea asked as he eyed Sol carefully. Sol, in the other hand, sighed as he massaged his forehead.
"I was mistaken," he said sheepishly. "They called the creature THE Druid."
"Any particular reason?" Celes asked as she glanced at the casket containing Helena.
"The Druid is a infamous mythical creature among the vampires. Though no one can seem to verify it, the Druid drinks vampire blood." Celes immediately froze at this discovery. There was a creature that victimizes vampires and Sol was talking about it like it was nothing of consequence.
"Why is he called the Druid?" Andrea asked as she noticed her sister's discomfort. Sol smirked as he leaned on the couch.
"Quite frankly, he used to be one," Sol sighed. "A group of them practiced their rites in Stonehenge one night and a group of vampires slaughtered them all. When they left, they didn't notice a dying Druid clutching his book of spells where it opened to a unique spell. This spell transforms the individual into a creature with terrible powers that craves vengeance. Not knowing what it really did and the Druid was in a state of delirium, he cast the spell upon himself. And the change was instantaneous.
He felt his body transform and felt the power within him. After the transformation, the Druid noticed one thing... ... ... he was hungry. So he grabbed the nearest thing he laid his hands on.
"He grabbed the vampire that drained his blood."
By this time, Celes was panting in the mixture of fear and lust. The talk of blood had gotten her going and the adrenalin rush from her fear added to that lust.
"What happened next," Andrea asked as she eyed Celes in caution. She was behaving erratically and Andrea feared that she could not be controlled. Andrea could hear Celes's heart beat at an increasing rate. This was peculiar considering vampire hearts do not beat.
"The vampires were never heard from again," Sol's eyes narrowed as he watched Celes's condition worsen. She was controlling her lust but it had looked like she was losing it.
"Centuries had passed and the myth grew," Sol continued as he slowly walked towards Celes who was eyeing him like he was tonight's dinner. "A century ago, a man witnessed the killing of a vampire by the Druid." Sol leaned forward and leaned his hands on the armrest of Celes's chair. "He said that the female vampire was in full ecstasy as the Druid traced the vein of her neck."
To Celes's delight, Sol traced her vein with his finger. She giggled as she could smell the blood within him. Andrea knew that this was a bad sign. Celes was too far gone to listen to reason but why was Sol encouraging her?
"Then it was said that the Druid roamed his hands all over her body in an arousing way," Sol's hands began to playfully caress her flat belly then his fingers gently touched the underside of her ample breast making Celes gasp at the contact. His other hand slowly trailed downwards and caressed her womb. Andrea couldn't believe what was happening. Her sister and Sol were going to do IT right in front of her. And all she could do was gape and watch. At this rate she was going to lose her bet.
"Then," Sol continued huskily almost in a whisper. He leaned further so that he had access to her neck and Celes of his. "When the vampiress was at the height of sexual bliss, the Druid bites her neck and sucks the blood out of her undead body." With his lips, Sol bit and teasingly tugged at the skin on her neck. Celes, however, was more direct.
As she smelled his blood within him, she licked the entire length of his neck with her hot tongue. Sol sighed in pleasure as the rough, soft texture of her tongue caressed his neck. He didn't want her to stop. HE didn't want to stop. But her tongue suddenly froze and he could feel her hesitation.
Sol released his hands from their caresses and suddenly held her tight. Andrea was confused but she could hear the sniffles that came from her sister.
Celes was crying.
"There, there now love. It's okay," Sol said as he gently stroked her back when she was hesitant to move.
"I......... I......... I couldn't control myself," Celes shakily said. Sol pulled her away so he could see her but Celes averted her gaze. She was too ashamed to look at Sol. She was sure she could control her lusts but there was something about him that made her want to ravage him and submit him to all the pleasures of man and vampire.
Slowly, when she looked at his face, her heart felt heavy.
Sol was giving her the sweetest and most serene smile she had even saw him made. IT was a smile of understanding, a smile of love. It was a smile that she did not deserve.
Celes broke there and then. She buried her head on his shoulder and cried.
"I almost bit you," she said between sobs.
"I know," Sol gently said as he stroked her hair. "It's okay."
"But I almost killed you," Celes looked at him into his eyes but only saw compassion and understanding.
"You will never kill me," Sol assured her as he picked her up into his arms and slowly walked towards the bed. "And what ever you do, I will still like you." Slowly, Celes's sobs subsided as she shyly looked up to him like a little child searching for reassurance.
"Really?" she asked. Sol laid her on the bed and kissed her on her forehead.
"Really," he said as he drew up the covers to her neck. "Now be a good girl and rest. We'll continue our discussion later." With a smile and a sigh, Celes closed her eyes and not before long was fast asleep.
Giving her a soft peck on the lips, Sol smiled and returned to an awed Andrea.
"You have great control over your desires," she admired.
"Are you kidding?" Sol breathed deeply. "If she bit my neck we'd be doing it right here and then."
"Still, I admired you for it," Andrea smiled as she saw Sol in a new light. "How long must Lady Helena stay in that chamber?"
"Two hours," Sol sighed. "She's still a long way from recovery. But we're getting there." Andrea looked at the casket with sad eyes as she saw the frail vampire floating within.
"She knew that Celes and I are sisters," she said softly.
"It's rather obvious," Sol looked at her and smiled. "Even Celes has her suspicions. You'd better tell her before she finds out from others."
"I will," she promised. "I also observed that Lady Helena was eyeing your neck."
"I don't get it with women and necks," Sol sighed much to Andrea's mirth. "Oh sure! Laugh now. When it's your turn I'll run for the hills."
"I'm not going to bite you," Andrea smiled. Looking at Sol nervous just was hilarious.
"One vampire I could handle," he said mostly to himself. "Add one whose lust for both blood and carnal manifests at the same time might pose a problem." He then turned to glare at her. "If you join them it would be a bloody nightmare."
"Shame," Andrea laughed. "I was hoping to ask Celes and Helena to share you with me."
Sol couldn't understand how one sentence could fill him with dread.
**
Sir Integral Hellsing sat in her cell waiting what her captors would do to her.
But she was not afraid.
For she was Hellsing.
And she had a way to escape.
All she needed was the opportune time.
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a/n: Sorry if it was a little short. Please tell me what you think of it.
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"Isn't a Druid some sort of pagan worshiper?" Andrea asked as he eyed Sol carefully. Sol, in the other hand, sighed as he massaged his forehead.
"I was mistaken," he said sheepishly. "They called the creature THE Druid."
"Any particular reason?" Celes asked as she glanced at the casket containing Helena.
"The Druid is a infamous mythical creature among the vampires. Though no one can seem to verify it, the Druid drinks vampire blood." Celes immediately froze at this discovery. There was a creature that victimizes vampires and Sol was talking about it like it was nothing of consequence.
"Why is he called the Druid?" Andrea asked as she noticed her sister's discomfort. Sol smirked as he leaned on the couch.
"Quite frankly, he used to be one," Sol sighed. "A group of them practiced their rites in Stonehenge one night and a group of vampires slaughtered them all. When they left, they didn't notice a dying Druid clutching his book of spells where it opened to a unique spell. This spell transforms the individual into a creature with terrible powers that craves vengeance. Not knowing what it really did and the Druid was in a state of delirium, he cast the spell upon himself. And the change was instantaneous.
He felt his body transform and felt the power within him. After the transformation, the Druid noticed one thing... ... ... he was hungry. So he grabbed the nearest thing he laid his hands on.
"He grabbed the vampire that drained his blood."
By this time, Celes was panting in the mixture of fear and lust. The talk of blood had gotten her going and the adrenalin rush from her fear added to that lust.
"What happened next," Andrea asked as she eyed Celes in caution. She was behaving erratically and Andrea feared that she could not be controlled. Andrea could hear Celes's heart beat at an increasing rate. This was peculiar considering vampire hearts do not beat.
"The vampires were never heard from again," Sol's eyes narrowed as he watched Celes's condition worsen. She was controlling her lust but it had looked like she was losing it.
"Centuries had passed and the myth grew," Sol continued as he slowly walked towards Celes who was eyeing him like he was tonight's dinner. "A century ago, a man witnessed the killing of a vampire by the Druid." Sol leaned forward and leaned his hands on the armrest of Celes's chair. "He said that the female vampire was in full ecstasy as the Druid traced the vein of her neck."
To Celes's delight, Sol traced her vein with his finger. She giggled as she could smell the blood within him. Andrea knew that this was a bad sign. Celes was too far gone to listen to reason but why was Sol encouraging her?
"Then it was said that the Druid roamed his hands all over her body in an arousing way," Sol's hands began to playfully caress her flat belly then his fingers gently touched the underside of her ample breast making Celes gasp at the contact. His other hand slowly trailed downwards and caressed her womb. Andrea couldn't believe what was happening. Her sister and Sol were going to do IT right in front of her. And all she could do was gape and watch. At this rate she was going to lose her bet.
"Then," Sol continued huskily almost in a whisper. He leaned further so that he had access to her neck and Celes of his. "When the vampiress was at the height of sexual bliss, the Druid bites her neck and sucks the blood out of her undead body." With his lips, Sol bit and teasingly tugged at the skin on her neck. Celes, however, was more direct.
As she smelled his blood within him, she licked the entire length of his neck with her hot tongue. Sol sighed in pleasure as the rough, soft texture of her tongue caressed his neck. He didn't want her to stop. HE didn't want to stop. But her tongue suddenly froze and he could feel her hesitation.
Sol released his hands from their caresses and suddenly held her tight. Andrea was confused but she could hear the sniffles that came from her sister.
Celes was crying.
"There, there now love. It's okay," Sol said as he gently stroked her back when she was hesitant to move.
"I......... I......... I couldn't control myself," Celes shakily said. Sol pulled her away so he could see her but Celes averted her gaze. She was too ashamed to look at Sol. She was sure she could control her lusts but there was something about him that made her want to ravage him and submit him to all the pleasures of man and vampire.
Slowly, when she looked at his face, her heart felt heavy.
Sol was giving her the sweetest and most serene smile she had even saw him made. IT was a smile of understanding, a smile of love. It was a smile that she did not deserve.
Celes broke there and then. She buried her head on his shoulder and cried.
"I almost bit you," she said between sobs.
"I know," Sol gently said as he stroked her hair. "It's okay."
"But I almost killed you," Celes looked at him into his eyes but only saw compassion and understanding.
"You will never kill me," Sol assured her as he picked her up into his arms and slowly walked towards the bed. "And what ever you do, I will still like you." Slowly, Celes's sobs subsided as she shyly looked up to him like a little child searching for reassurance.
"Really?" she asked. Sol laid her on the bed and kissed her on her forehead.
"Really," he said as he drew up the covers to her neck. "Now be a good girl and rest. We'll continue our discussion later." With a smile and a sigh, Celes closed her eyes and not before long was fast asleep.
Giving her a soft peck on the lips, Sol smiled and returned to an awed Andrea.
"You have great control over your desires," she admired.
"Are you kidding?" Sol breathed deeply. "If she bit my neck we'd be doing it right here and then."
"Still, I admired you for it," Andrea smiled as she saw Sol in a new light. "How long must Lady Helena stay in that chamber?"
"Two hours," Sol sighed. "She's still a long way from recovery. But we're getting there." Andrea looked at the casket with sad eyes as she saw the frail vampire floating within.
"She knew that Celes and I are sisters," she said softly.
"It's rather obvious," Sol looked at her and smiled. "Even Celes has her suspicions. You'd better tell her before she finds out from others."
"I will," she promised. "I also observed that Lady Helena was eyeing your neck."
"I don't get it with women and necks," Sol sighed much to Andrea's mirth. "Oh sure! Laugh now. When it's your turn I'll run for the hills."
"I'm not going to bite you," Andrea smiled. Looking at Sol nervous just was hilarious.
"One vampire I could handle," he said mostly to himself. "Add one whose lust for both blood and carnal manifests at the same time might pose a problem." He then turned to glare at her. "If you join them it would be a bloody nightmare."
"Shame," Andrea laughed. "I was hoping to ask Celes and Helena to share you with me."
Sol couldn't understand how one sentence could fill him with dread.
**
Sir Integral Hellsing sat in her cell waiting what her captors would do to her.
But she was not afraid.
For she was Hellsing.
And she had a way to escape.
All she needed was the opportune time.
.
a/n: Sorry if it was a little short. Please tell me what you think of it.