"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- because this story runs wild and naked in the streets!
Disclaimer:
If I owned Hellsing, I wouldn't be writing these stories with such carelessness.
AN:
Sorry it took a bit longer to get this one typed out, but I'm nearing Midterms and I'm trying to be a good student, ha! Now to answer my readers (or ask questions of them).
Obsessed fan- He will start showing signs of Jealousy, the question is if he'll come right out and say it!
Badger Wolf- Um, what's a Gary Stu? I'm not quite up to date with the lingo...
Lady Dementa- Don't cry! Here's chapter five like I promised!
That said, I'm glad everyone is enjoying reading this, because I'm certainly enjoying writing this.
"My Master"
Ch 5 – Battle of wits.
"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."
He watched the blonde vampire flush a deep red as she mulled over his suggestion, he was about to tease her some more when a sonorous voice intruded into his mind,
"Nicolas" Alucard's tenor spoke tensely, "I would like to see you in your quarters, now."
And as abruptly as the voice had come, it had gone. Nicolas brushed off the prospect of seeing Seras' reactions any longer by courteously bowing his goodbye.
"I'm sorry Seras, but our Master beckons me." He apologized straightening his posture and taking one last lingering glance towards the young vampire before he shifted into the shadows.
He appeared again further down the corridor, obviously perturbed. He stalked along the hallway, face transformed into an angry grimace.
"Damn him." Nicolas cursed in his mind, "That old corpse has the worst timing."
Nicolas passed by a few house maids, giving them both a ruby red glare of the most intense hate, giving them means to skitter around him, breathing shallow with fear. The journey down to the lower levels of the mansion was extremely uneventful for Nicolas, but the walk gave him time to cool off. By the time he had reached the room provided for him he had a smug look smattered across his face.
"Interrupt me if you like Alucard." He laid his gloved hand on the silver door handle, feeling its stinging cold seep through the fabric reacting to his unholy skin, "But I will not be sidetracked so easily."
The room was dark and sparsely furnished, yet it had all the essentials. He had a table, chairs, candles and an ordinary lidded coffin for him to sleep in,
"If you plan to stay longer we could accommodate you with a more suitable place to sleep", He recalled the voice of the man named Walter, more commonly known as the Angel of Death. Nicolas was indifferent to him, although the man had seemed particularly nice, it was a bit hard to believe that the old man was a formidable fighter, perhaps in his younger days, but now... Nicolas sighed with a slight smirk on his face, the human body had too many defects, one of them being the effects of aging.
The vampire removed the gloves from his hands and tossed them onto the oak table; knowing well that there was nothing in here that he could touch and harm himself on, spare the doorknob. With a grunt he kicked it shut a bit harder than he intended. But what kind of sick wanker would put a vampire in a room with a silver door handle?
The thought danced lightly across his mind as he began to look about the candle lit chamber, no Alucard. He shrugged out of his waistcoat blazer irritably; he knew he shouldn't expect anything too highly of the elder vampire. As the years went on Nicolas' former master seemed to become more and more childish by the day, he mused that it probably had something to do with living as long as he did, and being under the beck and call of humans, that would drive anyone mad.
"Don't think I didn't watch you pout all the way down here" Alucard's voice echoed lowly through the room followed by his tall red-coated frame. Nicolas smiled mockingly at his guest.
"Master, so nice of you to grace me with your presence," He hung his blazer over the back of a chair, "To what do I owe your visit?"
Alucard grinned back at him, glaring through yellow lenses, "You can start by telling me what you're doing here."
"Why, I came to see you Master" Nicolas took a seat at the table, fluidly crossing his legs and folding his hands neatly before him.
"Cute..." Alucard snarled, he hated to admit it, but his former fledgling did inherit a great deal of his irritating nature from him, "Now I'll ask you again fool boy," He stood over the table, glaring daggers down the dark haired vampire, the pet name he had given him years ago still seemed to boil Nicolas' blood, "What are you doing here?"
"I can't become a real no-life, Alucard." Nicolas spit the bitter words from his mouth, avoiding the vampire's gaze, "Not like you..."
The elder vampire grinned, so this was what it was about, "Well that's expected," He began taking a seat opposite his 'son', slowly removing his hat and glasses, "It takes many years to become what I am."
"I couldn't achieve it, I-"
"You came crawling home with your tail between your legs." Alucard cut him off, immensely enjoying the sudden trade of superiority, he propped his feet up on the table and broadly grinned, "What do you wish for me to do about it?"
Nicolas growled deeply in the back of his throat, claret eyes glowing fiercely as if he were trying to burn a hole into the tabletop. He didn't have to sit here and take this from the old coot, but he had to make sacrifices if he wanted to execute his plan effectively. Alucard only grinned madly in him from his reclined pose, tickled to death that he could evoke such anger from the younger vampire.
"I want you to teach me," Nicolas tried to ask as nicely as possible, flicking his gaze upward, yet his request came hissed through clenched fangs. Alucard quirked an eyebrow along with the corner of his mouth,
"Is that so, fool?" His pet name stung the younger vampire again whose gaze narrowed, "I'll grant your request, but only on one condition..." The true No-life king donned a fangy grin, delighted at the misery he was about to place upon his student of sorts, "You will call me Master, and mean it."
Nicolas curled his lip with distaste now glaring fully at Alucard. He had only used the 'master' bit to irritate the elder vampire, but somehow this method of torture had turned around and spat in his face. He clenched his fists now resting on his lap with utter furry, before a thought tickled at his mind leaving a grin smeared across his face.
"So I can sound like the little pet you have hidden away upstairs?" He chuckled watching Alucard stiffen, bringing his feet off the table and leaning forward with an aggravated stare. It seemed that the dominance in the conversation was beginning to exchange hands again.
"I was going to let the question slide," Alucard began, leaning a firm elbow onto the table surface, crimson eyes burning, "but since you have been nothing but an annoyance to me since you arrived I'll ask you once, What were you doing in Seras' room?"
Nicolas inwardly grinned; the supremacy was again in his hands, and this time he would be sure to keep it there, "We were merely becoming acquainted, Master." He drawled 'master' heavily and lowly, just to see the old vampire's reaction.
"Keep in mind, Boy" Alucard mimicked his tone, "That the police girl is strictly off limits," He lowered his head to give Nicolas a good dead-on look, "And I mean that."
The humorless tone in his voice made Nicolas' taunting falter a bit, it seemed that this conversation was starting to go beyond the playful teasing banter that it started out to be. The two male vampires stared each other down fiercely, until Nicolas worked up the courage to shoot his master down.
"So I take it she's your woman Master? A toy to play with when you become bored?" the young vampire said with a smirk, "Or is she an amusement? One that I could use as I pleased?"
The grin on Nicolas' face soon disappeared as a white gloved hand shot across the table grabbing the forelocks of his hair roughly. Alucard sneered at him from across the table, apparently unamused.
"You truly are just a foolish boy..." Alucard growled, giving Nicolas' ebony hair a sharp tug, "Keep up this attitude and I'm afraid I shall go back on our agreement and take care of you in a way I should have many years ago..."
The younger vampire's eyes widened at the threat, and he gave a short whimper, that was similar to the word 'Master'. Alucard pushed him backwards, tipping his chair and sending the tousle-haired vampire sprawling ungracefully to the floor. Soon the elder vampire stood over his newly accepted servant, hat and glasses back in place, somehow hiding his fury from the world. He knelt down next to Nicolas reaching out to idly twirl one of his ebony locks between white-cloth fingers. Alucard realized how much of a son Nicolas could be to him, but then also realized how much of a brat he could be at times too, which made his love-hate relationship with the boy that much harder. He didn't really want to punish the young vampire for saying things that would drip out of his mouth incessantly, but he didn't want his young really getting the better of him either. Sometimes he thought that the only good thing that Nicolas gained from him was his good looks. He thought that his face wasn't as narrow, and his eyes weren't as thin as his own, Yet the elder vampire did think that what the boy had was his own genes put into a boyish face, yes that very face and charm had fooled him many a times.
Alucard faintly smiled at the vampire glaring a claret blaze at him, he really was too cute, like someone else he knew, but didn't dwell on the thought for long. He lowered his head and darted out his tongue out to the tip of Nicolas' nose before standing again with a glorious smirk.
"Why don't you be a good boy and go to bed, hmmm?" The old vampire chuckled, then disappearing with a great amount of laughter.
Nicolas growled from the floor, heaving himself upwards and fussily whipping the end of his nose with his sleeve. That bastard. He was soon going to teach who was master and who was servant.
Wow, chapter five all done, and nothing but a power struggle between two male vampires, Rar! I won't do anymore Male x male vampirisims unless people request it. I suppose that's all until next time, Yes, Seras will return, I didn't forget about her!
-Purgatory Bellhop