"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- Rated R, because it does a body good.
Disclaimer:
Kohta Hirano owns Alucard and I own Nicolas; sometimes we get together on the weekends for play dates!
AN:
This next chapter is brought to you on the pretenses of getting a cookie from 'obsessed fan' (Yay, cookies!). You know they starve you in college, but they call it "living on your own" or something like that. Oh well.
Sorry about not updating as soon as I had promised, I thought I would have had this chapter completed before I went home, but it had seemed I had written myself into a corner by then so I finished it when I came back, and you had better believe that this one has a little kick in it since I had time to think it over this weekend.
Some questions from previous chapters will be answered in this update, and I realize that my numerous typos are starting to sneak by me as I upload, sorry about that, but I don't think it's that hard to get around.
I would have answered some questions in the last chapter but I had no way to work it in, plus I just wanted to make a pointless "Alucard molests everyone!" chapter. Because I felt like it. Because I'm the Author. And I can do that.
"My Master"
Ch. 7 – Are You Natural?
Seras stared wide-eyed at Nicolas who had stepped from the shadows. How long had he been standing there? Did he hear what master said? Or even see what he did? And what if he did? How would he react? She didn't want to ask the question, but it somehow seemed to slip from her lips,
"How long were you there?" she blurted out a bit warily. Nicolas only smiled eerily at her; the blood began to rush back to her face at great speed as she placed two white-gloved hands over her cheeks to hide them.
"Oh, not long at all." Nicolas' smirk changed into a small smile; he had to admit that the blonde could really be quite cute when she had her moments, but he didn't come searching to admire her ditzy little mannerisms, he was out to playfully pay back actions taken against his nose.
He began to advance on the police girl again, who looked up at him innocently, removing her hands, Her crimson eyes danced over his face for a moment, then widened,
"Oh! I meant to apologize for hurting you earlier!"
"Eh...?" Nicolas responded intelligently, halting for a moment as the words registered in his mind. Did she just say she was sorry? And she really meant it? The older vampire searched her large claret eyes for lies, but saw no falsehood of the sort.
"Well you were bleeding, it's just..." Seras hefted her gun up onto her shoulder, trying to explain privacy and boundaries to him, but decided against it. She was talking to one of Alucard's fledglings after all and nothing of that nature would translate well if at all, "Never mind... But, don't do it again."
Nicolas let out a short snort, like hell he was going to be told what to do by this pipsqueak. But he nodded anyway, just out of courtesy; besides, she didn't say anything about being there when she was dressed. He smirked and began approaching her once again, something on her head drawing now his attention. Before Seras could figure out what he was doing, Nicolas shot his hand out and pulled a hair from the top of her head. The blonde vampire shrieked leaping backwards, more surprised than pained by the pluck; her eyes grew a blazing red as she rubbed the crown of her scalp tenderly.
"What the bloody hell is wrong with you?!" she griped at the dark-haired vampire who was completely ignoring her. Instead he was focusing on the strand of ebony hair enclosed between his gloved thumb and forefinger. He smirked wildly at her, holding it out so she could see,
"You dye your hair Police Girl?" he asked cockily calling her by Alucard's pet name bringing the hair back to his face so he could inspect further. Seras' jaw dropped at the idea that he would even think of calling her that so casually!
"Don't you call me that!" She hissed irritably removing her hand from her flaxen head throwing him a stinging glare, "And I don't dye my hair thank you, it's natural."
Nicolas chuckled merrily, enjoying the ability to make fun at someone else's expense for once. He held out the strand at arm's length again for her to see, a genuine smile playing across his face.
"You don't know what this means do you?" He asked, honestly surprised at how little she knew of her new heritage, his smile faded slightly, the humor in the situation quickly wearing off as he became bored with the subject.
"No..." Seras trailed off, her mind recalling the black hair she found in her brush earlier that night. Nicolas sighed impatiently as if she was ignorant to the most obvious thing in the world.
"Look, when a vampire claims a fledgling, they most often gain their genes along with the head vampire's traits." He crouched down low to the ground, then folded his long legs underneath himself, "Hence your red eyes and now blackening hair."
Nicolas released the strand from his fingers pursing his lips and lightly blowing it away into the late night sky. Seras watched him, a worried expression on her face and a grave thought in her head,
"d-does this mean I'm going to look like master someday?" She asked wide-eyed and tad bit frightened of the answer she'd receive. Nicolas smirked up at her devilishly,
"Well of course." He teased squeezing a distressed whimper from the blonde, "Hideous trademark sneer and all."
"Oh God..." Seras muttered setting her Halconnen down and finding a seat on the ground in front of the fellow vampire, who snickered at her amusedly.
"My, my, you certainly are easy to kid." He commented smiling, pulling his legs up to his chest to rest his chin on his knees, fingers lacing together at his ankles. Seras let out a frustrated groan, clenching her hands in her lap as she sat on the backs of her calves, glaring irritably at Nicolas,
"You're just as bad as master, the lot of you make me so mad." She scowled at him, then glanced down at the ground placidly, "So what will happen?"
"Nothing if you will it that way." He drawled on, already bored to tears with the current conversation. His eyes played over Seras' features slowly, she was definitely not hard to look at, quite the contrary actually. She was a truly beautiful creature, fair and unspoiled by the world around her. It was no wonder Alucard had claimed her, how could he not, when someone such as she just practically fell into his lap?
Nicolas smiled wickedly to himself, reaching a hand out to the Draculina who still worried over her own problems, oblivious to his movements,
"Yes," He thought quietly to himself, studying Seras through heavily lidded claret eyes; "You will make a fine no-life queen"
His hand rested at a lock of her corn-silk hair, playing with it between his fingers and curling it up against her cheek,
"I like it this color." He smiled, his fangs flashed briefly in a harmless show, "Like the light of day."
Seras paused in her thoughts of the would-be future state of her hair when she felt a gentle touch against the side of her face. Nicolas curled the short lock of her hair trapped in his fingers against her pale cheek. His claret eyes were locked to hers, a swirling vortex of darkness swam in the depths of his orbs that somehow intrigued Seras instead of frightening her. Seemingly just as dangerous as a moth to a flame. Things began to slow in the blonde's mind, her thoughts becoming hazy, her movements frozen. All that existed were those eyes, those hellish yet captivating crimson eyes.
Nicolas smiled releasing the golden strands from his fingers, sliding them along her cheek and down to her neck, lightly resting his gloved fingertips where her jugular would have pulsed were she of the living kind. He leaned forward from his crouch, shifting his weight to his knees planted on the ground, his free hand set before him supporting his upper body. The older vampire crept ever nearer, closing the distance between their faces, both of their burning gazes locked together.
"Like the light of day..." Seras repeated dreamily, her mouth parting invitingly as she spoke, her eyelids growing heavy as Nicolas' gaze began to blur the closer he came to her.
"Yes." She could almost feel his smirk on her lips, then his deathly cold cheek brush against hers before he nipped lightly at her earlobe whispering, "But the darkness of night is much more appealing."
By now his hand had traveled down past her shoulder and onto her collarbone. His long fingers rested at the pit of her neck while his palm inched closer and closer to her breasts. Nicolas growled passionately into Seras' ear, making his intentions known through her hazy state of mind, not really waiting for a response or consent for that matter from the younger vampire who remained motionless beneath him.
"Darkness..." Seras spoke softly, the fog in her mind growing frustratingly thicker. She couldn't sort her thoughts, or even react to what was happening to her, if she even knew what was going on. Somehow she felt trapped, contained and felt like screaming inside.
"Seras." Nicolas groaned into her ear, causing the blonde to shift involuntarily at his voice, groaning back an odd intelligible response, "What...?"
Nicolas pulled back from her, an inquisitive eyebrow quirked as the female vampire's eyes began to clear.
"M-master..." She mumbled slowly, drawing the word out as if it were an incredible task to even get that far. Suddenly the blonde jolted as something sliced sharply through the haze in her mind, something abnormally familiar, yet it had disappeared before she could place it.
Nicolas recoiled slightly to an upright position at the sudden lash he received from his grip on the blonde's mind. He grimaced angrily sitting back on his haunches while leering around in the darkness, he had known damn well that the old corpse wouldn't allow his games for long, but he did get farther than he expected. Seras blinked slowly, gathering her wits as her mind cleared at a dizzying rate, she had no idea what had just happened, but she really didn't seem to care on the whole. She looked up at the older vampire curiously; who was still looming over her, but at the moment was paying her no mind.
"What are you doing?" she asked him inquiringly, her soft crimson gaze catching his attention. Nicolas' frown melted into a warm smile as he looked upon her, but then crinkled into a grin,
"Just checking your roots," He craned his neck so he was looking at the top of her head snorting out a laugh, "I guess you really are a blonde..."
Seras growled, and at having enough of this she shoved both hands forward, knocking the older coal haired vampire onto his rear with a surprised yelp. She then scrambled to her feet; grasping her Halconnen hurriedly before she marched off into the darkness, back towards the manor. Nicolas smiled as he could hear her grumbling to herself off into the distance. He picked himself up off the ground, and dusted anything he had gathered from his fall before he began his walk back to the castle himself.
He was perfectly content with tonight's events, but the interruption didn't bode well. He began to work over in his mind that before he could make Seras his no-life queen, he'd have to take care of that old corpse Alucard first...
Ok, Major plot twist! Like you didn't see it coming though right? Anyways you the reader have caught on to Nicolas' plans, but how long will it take for Alucard and Seras to find out? And how will they react? Would Alucard give away his fledgling willingly? Or will he fight for what is his?
Find out next time!
-Purgatory Bellhop