"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- for Really raunchy writing! (Not really...)
Disclaimer:
No, but I'd like to see you prove otherwise.
AN:
I'm sorry that I'm not producing these by the day, but I'm afraid Midterms are upon me, and are wreaking utter havoc on my writing schedule. That's all right though, you'll all still read and reread these chapters over and over again, sending several requests, dropping reviews and soon banging on my door demanding that I update.
And by damn, I will do it too!
BadgerWolf/jyujinkai – Thank you so much for explaining the Gary Stu/Mary Sue to me, to be honest I never even heard of it before, but I took a few tests and passed thank God! And to be honest, I'm not a fan of many Original Character stories myself, but the concept of Nicolas was so strong in my head that if I didn't type it out he was going to haunt my sketching journal until the end of my days...
Light1- Oh my God! I love your story "Boredom and Games", thank you for reviewing! We'll see about that Male vampire set up wink
Obsessed Fan- Hold onto your socks woman! This little love triangle is going to be one hell of a ride.
And for those who are all wondering if this is going to become a Lemon/Lime, well it all depends on how I feel this story is going, keep in mind that this is written as a romance, not senseless smut, but I could throw out a chapter or two just for fun!
"My Master"
Chapter 6 – Who's left out?
Seras awoke the next evening tired and abnormally famished. She rolled onto her back stretching her stiff arms upwards and spreading her palms against the inner lid of her coffin. She feigned a yawn out of habit then fished around in the dark for the lift switch. Seras' stomach groaned hungrily as she slid her legs over the edge of the bed and her crimson eyes fixated on the fresh blood bag in ice resting on her table. She scowled at it standing up, crossing the room in her regulation skivvies.
"What I wouldn't do for a nice pair of flannel pajamas..." She muttered; crimson eyes glancing up and down her frail scantly clad figure reflected in the mirror. Seras thought it strange that her reflection was still there, she recalled reading somewhere that vampires couldn't see their reflection at all but that was about as believable as her kind, all-speaking with a ridiculous Romanian accent.
She picked up her hairbrush and started taming the corn-silk mane that had tangled around itself over the course of the day. Seras faintly smiled at the fact that she slept like the dead, yet still managed to become a disheveled creature when she awoke. Her thoughts halted when she looked down at her hairbrush, then slowly extracted a strand of coal black hair. Frowning she studied it, her mind slowly picking over the situation. No one else used her hairbrush, and her hair was blonde, not black. She hummed over the problem idly, before a voice broke her concentration.
"Good Morning," The voice called cheerfully, "Or should I say Good Evening?"
Seras glanced over at her table, where a rather merry-looking Nicolas was perched cross-legged from the table top, greeting her a good day it seemed. An uncomfortable silence filled the room as the two vampires stared each other down, until two and two was put together in Seras' mind. How dare he enter a lady's room while she was nearly nude! Did he have no shame at all?!
Seras screamed angrily hurling at him the only thing she was holding, her hairbrush. In the sudden shout and surprise, Nicolas didn't react before the brush hit him squarely in the nose, strangling a hapless yelp from him. More things flew in his direction, but didn't contact in any more sensitive areas as he escaped through the door with a bleeding nose.
"Bugger!" He screeched in the hallway holding a gloved hand to his face, settling against the wall opposite, taking a seat on the floor and blinking away the tears forming in the corners of his eyes. His blood was beginning to soak his gloves and run down his upper lip, he imagined that the force at which she attacked was no mistake; he had obviously done something very wrong.
"Women..." Nicolas scoffed, vampires of the female variety were so strange, and even though Seras wasn't one for long, he could tell that she'd be one hell of a no-life queen. This made him smile; chuckled even at the thought. But his laughter ceased as another snicker erupted above him. Nicolas glared up into the golden-lensed eyes of Alucard.
"Nicolas," He addressed the younger vampire by name, sounding displeased although he had a huge grin on his face, "Did I, or did I not tell you to stay away from her?" he nodded to the closed door, indicating Seras.
"Oh, Shut up Master..." Nicolas barked harassed as he tried to clean the lower half of his bloody face with his sleeve, making an effort to avoid his now broken nose. Alucard bent and grasped the scruff of the younger vampire's jacket, pulling him upwards sharply, and holding him at face level. Another pleasing grin grew across the elder's face.
"She's getting better, very good..." He somewhat addressed to himself quite pleased, but it was still an attempt to rile Nicolas who jerked back against his grip.
"Let me go Master, I have to wash up." The newly accepted fledgling growled, failing at getting away from him.
"You'll do no such thing." The Nosferatu growled back sternly, leaning his face forward slowly, then lathed his tongue over Nicolas' upper lip, savoring the blood that nestled there. The younger vampire had stopped struggling as Alucard's warm tongue slowly traced the streams of blood that led from his mouth to his nostrils, occasionally pausing the tip of his tongue over the crease of his lips where they slightly parted, so painfully slow! Nicolas closed his eyes and reached up to grasp his master's shoulder with a slight moan, waiting for him to enter his mouth, wanting him to do it. But it never came.
As soon as he noticed the absence of Alucard's warm tongue on his face he was thusly dumped onto the floor, emitting another sharp yelp of pain and inner hurt. The elder looked down at his student, with a mad grin on his pale face. He ran that very tongue that was once pleasuring the young vampire's lips over one glimmering fang.
"Never waste blood, foolish boy..." He snorted through his nose amusedly before stalking down the hallway into the darkness.
Nicolas hurled himself to his feet with an angry snarl; tonight wasn't starting out as well as it should have been... Between the fledgling hurling things at him, and his master teasing him, he deemed reason in his mind that his stay at Hellsing headquarters was not going to be a good one. He gingerly touched his now broken nose, wondering how long it would take to heal. Not long, he imagined, but that didn't mean it felt like a light tickle either.
As he tracked off in the other direction his mind was already working around what he was going to do to the police girl in retaliation. No one threw a hairbrush at him and got away with it, he grinned playfully as he disappeared down into the darkness of the corridor.
Hit. Hit. Hit. Miss!?!?
Seras scowled at the white shooting target that had eluded her bullets at the far end of the firing range. She gritted her teeth at her bad aim and tried not to crush the handle of her Halconnen in her anger. A disappointed clucking sounded off to her left, where Alucard watched her from a cross-armed leaning pose. He leered over the tops of his lenses disappointedly.
"You missed." He spoke flatly. Seras let out a short bark of a laugh, as if he master couldn't have said anything more obvious.
"I know that I missed." She retorted, the corner of her lip curling.
"Stop blinking so much." Alucard ignored her disobedient tone, straightening his form and walking towards her, "Your eyes don't need it now."
"Yes master..." She muttered glumly, bending over to line up a shot again, the barrel of her gun swayed slightly from left to right as she attempted to aim for the target that eluded her. Hands and arms were soon placed over her weapon-wielding limbs, a warm torso molded to her back, and a pair of long gangly legs pressed up against the back of her. Seras froze, what was master doing! He was snuggled up next to every inch of her! A small reasoning in the back of her mind told her that he was helping her shoot, but that still didn't mean that she couldn't enjoy it...
"No! Bad Seras!" She mentally scolded herself, "This is master you're thinking about!"
She wiggled slightly, hoping that the imposing Nosferatu would back off, but he only tightened his grip sternly.
"Don't move." He whispered into her right ear, sending what blood she had in her body straight to her face. He moved his right hand away from her trigger, and used it to hold her cheek close to his, "Keep your eyes open."
His quiet murmuring was slowly having an effect on her, a good one at that!
"Seras!" He mind lashed at her again. It seemed somehow that Alucard had noticed that her attention had strayed.
"Police Girl..." He nearly groaned into her ear, sending the poor girl into a frenzied mental fit, "Would it be so bothersome to pay attention?"
"I-I'm sorry master..." She answered, pushing all thoughts away into the recess of her mind. She then focused on the task ahead of her, the target, that damn shooting target that had gotten her into this mess. Her eyes narrowed as she concentrated, and as bright as day everything became so clear.
"Shoot." Alucard instructed, his hand leaving her cheek, and then resting on her lower abdomen, suddenly pulling her closer. In her shock she pulled the trigger and actually hit the target.
The elder vampire backed off of his fledgling, leaving her cold and alone, then donned an enormous teasing Grin on his face. Seras looked back at him moodily, setting her Halconnen down on the ground and fully turning to face him,
"I don't think that last step was needed Master..." She morosely stated, narrowing her gaze irritably. Alucard only gave her a hellish shit-eating grin,
"I do." He stated mockingly, waiting for the blonde to verbally attack him mercilessly as she usually did to his statements.
Seras however didn't say a word; she simply ignored his comment, turning around to pick up her Halconnen.
"So is this the end of practice until tomorrow master?" She asked dully, not even turning to look at him.
Alucard quirked an eyebrow as he stared at his fledgling's back, something was definitely not right here, what had Nicolas done to her exactly anyway? Instead of pondering the question to himself he bluntly let it slip out, as he was always prone to do...
"What did that fool do to you this evening?" He spoke slowly, watching Seras' reactions carefully. She grimaced angrily, straightening up, Halconnen slung over her shoulder.
"That fool waltzed in on me while I was indecent!" She spat, Crimson eyes burning. She looked to her master who quickly hid something away from his face, something that looked oddly like jealousy...
"Funny." He spoke bitterly, taking a step back into the darkness, and then played a smile that was far from humorous towards her, "That he could boil your blood much like I used to."
Seras was left looking shocked as her master disappeared all together. What was all that about?
"Don't bother trying to figure out that old fool..." Nicolas stepped from the shadows, a sinister grin on his face.
I enjoy making Alucard the object of everyone's desire; I don't think he got enough of that in the Manga or the series. So now I'm making up for it.
This one's for you Alucard!
Next chapter we'll see what Nicolas does to Seras to exact his revenge, and will Alucard do anything about it? Or will he just let the dark children duke it out. Keep watching!
-Purgatory Bellhop