Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Hellsing Ideas or Characters
Thanks for all of your reviews, and I hope you enjoy this chapter as much as I did making it!
Love In The Dark
Ch. 7
Alucard lay in his coffin, and he felt the sun rise. He could not sleep this day, because there were so many questions running through his head. Cassandra knew somehow that Integra had sent him, but yet she still told him things about her past.
Alucard was curious to how she knew that he was in her head, and wanted to know more about her. He wanted to know for himself, not just for Integra. What would make her so cold? Alucard sensed that she was not sleeping either, but her distress was much different from his own.
Alucard waited patiently for the sun to set, and when it finally did he was up in a flash. He wasn't going to let her play him for a fool again.
Cassandra stared out his window, and made like she was interested in the big military tanks exiting the perimeter. She smiled when, once again, Alucard purposely invaded her privacy. "You know Alucard… you really should learn how to knock." She laughed, but turned around to face her visitor.
"What the hell are you?" Alucard hissed as he stepped out of the shadowy corner of her room. She sighed, not really knowing how to respond to his question.
"I'm…" she thought a moment. "I'm a being, nothing more, and nothing less." Her eyes narrowed. "So… what would my aunt like to know now?"
"I have not come here on orders!" Alucard snarled and took another step toward Cassandra. She did not falter; in fact she knew that he was trying to intimidate her.
"Like I'm going to believe that!" She hissed out venomously. "All anyone around here wants to do is dig into my past!"
"You're right, that is precisely what I want to do, but for reasons of my own." Alucard watched Cassandra as she walked up to him. She was now close enough the he could feel her breath on his chest.
"You know…" she smiled, and placed her hand on his chest, right over his once existent heart. "Curiosity killed the cat." She pushed him back with such a force, that even the almighty Alucard was swept off his feet. Cassandra towered over his now angered figure.
"My past is none of your concern, and even if it was I still wouldn't tell you! Now leave!" Alucard slunk off into the darkness with what was left of his pride, but not before he noticed a small book on the floor not far from where he lay. He grabbed it, and vanished.
"Seems like a journal," Alucard said to himself later that evening. "Or, more like a diary."
Alucard opened it to page one.
Dear Diary,
I've arrived in London, and I'm now making my way to my aunt Integra's mansion. I'm not frightened, but disgusted by the overwhelming stench of vampires in this area. I shall have fun tonight, when I go out for my first hunt here.
Alucard sighed, this was just barely before she arrived. He turned to page two.
Dear Diary
My first hunt was quite routine, except for the odd vampire in red. I know I probably wouldn't believe it if it weren't for the fact that I was there, but he actually helped me. I was quite impressed by his gunmanship, but that does not excuse the fact that he is a filthy bloodsucker…like my father.
Alucard was shocked, but he was still curious and continued reading.
What was even more shocking about this vampire was that he seemed to know my aunt. I hope that Integra isn't as stupid as my mother.
Alucard flipped to page three.
Dear Diary,
Integra wasn't home last evening, but she awoke me early and scolded me for exploring the sublevels. She also seemed to know the vampire in red. When I was in the sublevels I saw a door that had the same markings on it as my wrist. I'm rather concerned of what might be behind that door. Also Integra wants me to meet her in her office this evening. I'm sad to admit it, but I am frightened.
Alucard knew he should stop, but curiosity got the best of him. What had she thought of him?
Dear Diary,
So… the vampire in red is the servant to my aunt. I don't know what I think of him, but he's strong. Although, he seems to have a weak spot confronting my aunt. I find it rather amusing when she orders him. Also, there was another vampire, she was dressed in blue and had short blond hair. She seemed nice, except for that fact that she's a demon who doesn't know anything…
Alucard's reading was cut short when he heard angry footsteps approaching his door. He closed the book and mentally kicking himself for taking it in the first place as Cassandra slammed open his door.
"Where is it?" She breathed deep, trying to remain calm.
Alucard smirked, "where's what?"
"My diary!" She stalked closer. She looked around the room, and spotted it on his table. She jerked her head around and glared at him. "Damn you!"
"Are you a vampire?" Alucard cautiously asked.
"No…" Cassandra stood in front of him, not knowing what to say. She bowed her head, and looked down at her feet.
"A human?" he tried again.
"No…"
Alucard was beginning to get frustrated, "then what?"
Cassandra lifted her head and stared straight to his soul. "I am neither and both at once." She walked over to her diary and placed her hand on it, "how far did you read?"
"Not far. I can't imagine…"
"Yah, you're right you can't…but perhaps I can show you." Her face remained expressionless as she walked closer. She walked so close that they were almost touching, but air still managed to separate them.
Alucard frowned with confusion. Then they widened with shock when she rested her forehead against his chest. He was about to react, but he realized that he was no longer in his room, but rather a modern American living room
There was a women sitting on a recliner at the far end of the room She seemed very familiar to his master, Integra. He saw Cassandra mentally stiffen when quiet footsteps of a man came into the room. The man walked up the women. He bent down and placed a loving kiss on her lips, and she kissed back with equal passion.
Alucard watched entranced by the images as Cassandra silently sobbed into his chest, because she already knew what was coming. The man moved his kisses to the women's neck, and without realizing it he bit her. Drinking hungrily from her neck, he snapped his eyes open. Suddenly he jerked away from the women, and allowed her body to collapse on the floor.
"Dennis…" she breathed out softly.
"Honey! I didn't mean too! I'm so sorry…" He leaned down by her side, and cut his wrist open a bit. "Drink," he ordered.
"Dennis, no…" the women shook her head at her husband.
"But if you don't you'll die!"
"I know… but I can't allow myself to become…" her voice faded a bit. "Dennis, do something for me?"
"Anything!"
"The gun my sister sent me…"
The man's eyes widened. He knew what she wanted, but he couldn't do it. "No, anything but that!"
"Please!" She gasped.
The man slowly rose to his feet shaking his head slowly. Suddenly Cassandra grabbed the cloth of Alucard's coat and he turned around to see the past figure of her behind him. She was staring straight at the two adults in the living room. "Dad?" There was much fear in her eyes.
He looked at his wife, and then at his daughter, but in the end he fled. He vanished in the darkness. The daughter walked to her mother's side, "mother?"
"Cassandra, I need you do something for me." Cassandra was staring more at the blood then at her mother.
"In the closet… a wooden box…" Cassandra ran past Alucard and herself and grabbed the wooden box in the closet. The present Cassandra watched herself go through the motions. The box was open and a silver gun was visible. "Mother… I don't understand…" The past Cassandra turned around, but the figure on the floor was no longer her mother. It was a ghoul
Alucard watched, and held Cassandra. The scenes that followed were hard for Cassandra to watch, but she knew she had too. Her ghoul mother chased her through the house as she contemplated whether or not to shoot her. Finally, when she was pinned to the wall she aimed the gun.
Once.
Twice.
And Cassandra continued to shoot her ghoul mother until there were no bullets left in the gun.
The surroundings changed and Alucard found himself back in his room. Also he found a past out Cassandra in his arms.
