"My Master"

Summary:

The Hellsing Manor has been relatively quiet since the ghoul incident, things stir up however when a former fledgling of Alucard's decides to pay his old master a visit, but is that the only thing he intends to do?

Author:

-Purgatory Bellhop

Rating:

R- just don't look it in the eye and it won't harm you.

Disclaimer:

Not mine, blah, blah, blah.

AN:

Thanks for the reviews; I feel this story has a purpose now! Anyways, I have been contemplating whether or not I want to change the title of this story or not, "My Master" just seems so bland and boring, perhaps I'll think up something new for it, what do you think?

And what does everyone think of Nicolas? I tried really hard not to make him a jerk early on, but what can you do when you're writing at three in the morning? Oh well, here's chapter four...and believe me, I'm banging these out as fast as the ideas come to me.

One more thing, there will probably be some male on male vampirism in this chapter, nothing too dirty or suggestive, but if that really isn't your cup of tea then I suggest you skip past it.

"My Master"

Ch 4 – Second Impressions

After wandering the castle a bit Seras had found herself back in her room. Her stroll did little to clear her mind of all the questions that haunted her about Nicolas and her master. She wondered briefly herself why a fledgling of his had come back, but then she cleared the thoughts from her mind. It was none of her business to begin with; she was only involved because Nicolas had attacked her the night before. Seras began pacing her room, the door slightly ajar as she murmured her thoughts aloud.

"Master looked so angry, but what did I do? And why is he so lenient towards Nicolas? Was it because he was once like me? And sir Integra told me to be careful, of Nicolas? Of Master?" She groaned throwing herself on the bed and tossing the crook of her arm limply over her eye.

"Seras..." She mentally chided herself, "You think too damn much"

"Sometimes that's a good thing" A smooth low voice spoke somewhere over her.

With a slight jolt the blonde vampire jerked her arm away from her eyes, only to look up into the smiling face of Nicolas. He was bent over her bed at the waist, hands folded behind his back, and his glowing claret eyes were alight. Seras sat up with a snarl on her face; partially mad at herself for not realizing he was there.

"What are you doing in here?" She growled at him, honestly; no one respected privacy anymore. Nicolas straightened and only blinked with a genuinely bemused look on his face.

"But the door was open..." he said innocently, nodding towards the open chamber door, "I'm greatly sorry that my presence is intruding Miss Victoria."

Seras gave him a rather suspicious once over. He seemed legitimately sorry for his intrusion, but somehow she knew better. He was one of master's fledglings, and even though he was quick to apologize she wouldn't doubt that he held Alucard's uncanny sense of curiosity and probably pleasured in annoyance. Yes, that was it, Seras was a bit slow on the uptake at times, but she wasn't completely stupid. This was just a sad attempt to irritate her. Well sorry Nicolas, I've played this game before and I'm not amused. She smirked knowingly at him, letting him know that she had caught onto him, which only provoked a low chuckle from the older vampire.

"I see then..." He smirked fangily at her, eliminating her smirk altogether, "Perhaps you are not as gullible as I thought Miss Victoria."

"Seras." She responded grumpily, rising from her bed and avoiding eye contact with her guest, "I'm not one for formalities."

"Pity." He answered watching her cross the room through narrowed crimson eyes, much like a predator would its prey, "Then tell me Seras, how did you become one of the undead, much less one of our clan?"

Seras paused on the other side of her bedroom as her thoughts drifted back to that night. The vampiric priest, her dead comrades, the full moon, Master...

She was frightened of him at first, but something amongst the chaos in his eyes soothed her, as if he was mentally telling her things would be all right over the shouts of the demonic priest using her as a shield. She trusted Alucard, a daring decision for a human when it came to a vampire... And then he pulled the trigger. Next thing she knew she lay dying before him, then enfolded in his arms. For the first time that night she felt safe, her head gently cradled in his hand as she felt the life ebbing from her body. She couldn't remember much of the conversation they had between them, but she did remember the tongue that had reached out to lick a small trail of blood from her mouth, and then his fangs, digging at her flesh with an insatiable hunger. When she awoke, she was like him, an undead; a vampire.

Seras shuddered slightly at the memories, her hand had snaked its way to the place where master bit her, and claimed her as one of his servants. She slightly smiled at the thought before a voice spoke behind her.

"A truly remarkable way to become born as a vampire." Nicolas softly spoke behind her. She turned to see him mere inches from her face, staring deeply through heavy lids. Seras came down off her memory-induced rush when she realized that Nicolas was there with her in her mind, watching her recollections. He smirked as he watched her work out her thoughts in front of him.

"It was a long time ago, when I first met Alucard and became his fledgling." Nicolas began, slightly leaning over the blonde vampire, advancing on her once again. Seras' eyes widened, at this bold move, yet her curiosity was more over bearing than personal space.

"What happened?" She asked quietly, innocently, enough so that Nicolas let out a short amused sigh and turned to the table. He sat down in one of the chairs facing away from Seras and smoothly crossed one leg over another.

"Perhaps I should show you?" He asked snapping his fingers, allowing the room to grow dark and unusually cold.

The night was dark and clear; a chilling autumn wind skittering dead leaves this way and that over the shaggy green grass of a field. A crescent moon hung low and yellow in the eastern sky, giving little light to the ground below. Although this was no challenge for Seras, whose vampiric eyes were adept to such conditions. She didn't know where she was for a moment until a figure joined her, Nicolas.

"This was the night I became one a Midian" He spoke softly, looking over the large empty area. They both stood in the shadows of the tree line that bordered the field. Seras turned to say something when a small amount of movement on the opposite side of the area caught her attention.

A young dark haired man shuffled hurriedly into the field, dragging a pitchfork at his side. He was dressed in what seemed to be medieval peasant attire, but its shredded condition made it hard to tell, he was also greatly injured, the smell of blood on him strong and potent. He wheezed and panted as he flung several looks over his shoulder from the direction he came, genuinely terrified at whatever was following him. There was no question as to what it was when half a dozen or so ghouls crashed through the underbrush at him.

"I was so afraid of those damned things." Nicolas mused as he watched with slight interest, claret eyes narrowed.

"That was you?" Seras asked wide-eyed, as the human Nicolas and the undead began their final stand off. The Nicolas that stood beside her nodded slowly, now closing his eyes.

The Nicolas standing in the field let out a fierce cry that echoed off nearby hills filling the night's silence. He swung the pitchfork around defensively in front of him; his green human eyes alight with anger.

"If you want my flesh you must kill me first demons!" He screamed jabbing his weapon forward into the neck of an advancing ghoul and ripped the head clean from the shoulders. He then swung at two more that had lunged forward, giving them healthy shots to the chest. He staggered backwards, as the next advanced, slowly loosing his strength, he had lost too much blood, the over powering smell of it was proof of that. The human Nicolas dropped his weapon, his life slowly fading as the remaining ghouls descended upon him. The monsters howled as they began to tear at Nicolas, but to Seras' surprise a shadow darted from the branches above where she stood and rushed the ghouls. In a flash the remaining were dead, while a lone soul stood in the field. The figure wore a deep black hooded cloak. It stood still for a moment, regarding Nicolas who lay dying on the ground before pulling the hood back. Long black hair blew free in the chilled night, crimson orbs glowing with blood lust and white fangs glinting dully. It was their master, the Nosferatu Alucard. He looked down with a hellish grin at the bleeding man, then up at the sky,

"It's a beautiful evening, don't you agree?" He asked silkily, as he glanced down at the choking human again who was glaring at him with jaded green eyes.

"Take my life demon, if it so pleases you." Nicolas spat from the ground, blood drizzling over his pale lips. Alucard knelt down next to him, running a slender white finger over his bloody brow then licking the blood clean slowly.

"You are a very strong man aren't you?" Alucard asked, brushing a few strands of dark hair from Nicolas' face.

"I wasn't strong for my family..." He responded weakly, tears of pain and anguish now trickling down his face to mingle with blood, "Those beasts tore them limb from limb."

"There is no one left here for you." Alucard stated rather than asked; he knew the answer well enough, "And no one left to miss you."

Nicolas choked a bit more on his own blood; he knew that there wasn't much time left for him. Alucard grinned at this.

"And now you lay here dying, after killing a few worthless ghouls," He chuckled deeply, sliding an arm underneath the young man's shoulders and pulled him up to him, "You are truly a foolish boy...But I see promise."

Nicolas furrowed his brow weakly at the statement, not really able to concentrate as he slipped further and further into the darkness. Alucard leaned in closer, now whispering over Nicolas' dying breaths,

"I will give you a choice," He flashed his fangs at the man, then darted his tongue out to taste the blood drizzling from a wound on his temple, "What will you do?"

Nicolas coughed weakly closing his eyes, more blood escaping his mouth along with a whispered "yes". Alucard took no time in his actions; he lifted Nicolas up to his face, running his tongue hastily over his chin then up to his lips where a fair amount of blood had collected. Next the elder vampire slipped his tongue down into Nicolas' mouth, lapping blood off of his own tongue and teeth greedily. Nicolas slightly groaned as Alucard withdrew from his mouth and lathed a trail down to his neck and then abruptly sank his teeth in, strangling a rather loud groan from the green eyed human. Nicolas reached a hand up to the vampires shoulder and clutched wildly almost needily, as louder moans floated over the empty field.

"They say that a vampire's bite is a truly pleasurable experience." Nicolas spoke suddenly next to Seras. The blonde vampire startled badly at his voice, already blushing at the memories that were being played before her, almost as if this were a private moment not to be viewed by anyone else. She rationalized in her mind that master certainly wouldn't be pleased if he knew she saw this.

"Yes, I think that's enough" Nicolas spoke, not receiving any response from Seras as the scenery around them faded back to the dungeon-like bedroom they were once in. Seras covered her blushing cheeks as the older vampire turned in his seat and grinned at her.

"That was really—" she began quietly,

"Private, I know," He grinned standing, "but it was also one of my better memories."

"Well, I really mean it was..." Seras trailed off, too bashful to really finish the sentence.

"Exciting?" Nicolas filled in, smiling devilishly at her, "Perhaps I could give you a demonstration sometime."

Before Seras could even blush further at this statement Nicolas gave her a short curt bow.

"I'm sorry Seras, but our Master beckons me." He gave her one more sidelong claret glance before he disappeared altogether.

"Good lord..." Seras muttered, finding a seat on her bed, "Now what am I supposed to think of him!"

Wow, monster chapter! And a whole lot of man vampire goodness! See you next chapter, expect it within the next few days.

And you know what? Since this story isn't completely filled out in the middle (meaning I have an ending planned), I'm open to your suggestions, but next time, we'll see how much Alucard approves of Nicolas' advances on Seras!

-Purgatory Bellhop