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Chapter 3: Hard to Hate
Alucard had returned to his abode in the basement. He sat, lounging in the chair in an almost impossible position, well, for a human it was anyway. In his hand was yet another blood bag, swinging to and fro in his grip. However it was not open, he did not want to taint the smell blood already in his nasal passage. His face formed that Cheshire cat grin he loved to pull; it made most humans wet themselves.
She was a virgin. Her blood would have smelt just as sweet, warm and fresh even if she had not of been a virgin, but she was and it made it all the more desirable. Just the smell of it was enough to bring even him to his knees. It had smelt even better than Integra's. If his grin could widen anymore, it could have at the thought that crossed his mind. He threw the blood bag back into the ice bucket and stood up, this was a brilliant idea; perhaps it could break even her.
Walter had shown up moments after Alucard had left, and with much protest had convinced Akima to go with him to the medical centre on site. Her wounds were greatly susceptible to infection, however showed no signs. She was stitched up and bandaged and sent to her room with orders of a good night's sleep and no strenuous movements or exercise. Walter could tell she hated it, he had too all those years ago. He took her back to her room and departed to make her some Green Tea and a light meal.
Akima sat in her bed reading some Japanese Literature. She could feel his presence almost immediately, yet he wasn't making himself shown. She was confused at this. Perhaps he was studying her, preparing himself for battle. She didn't care; a battle with him would be a fun and new challenge. She had heard his skills and abilities were something to keep in mind. He could change his shape and morph, teleport. She must keep all these in mind when fighting him. But she didn't realise the kind of battle Alucard had been speaking of.
"I know your there." She spoke finally, her lips curling into a kind of 'ha I found you' type pf grin. She placed the literature to one side and placed her hands in her lap, waiting for him to show himself.
Dropping himself head first from the ceiling, she turned himself round the right way in mid air and landed softly on his feet. He could smell her blood already; he wanted to sink his fangs into every inch of her being. He stopped that train of thought; he had come here to do a job. "Good evening...I hope you ready for what's to come."
She stood slowly, and what seemed a little wobbly too. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, then exhaled and opened them. "I am as ready as I can be." She was in white pyjamas that seemed to float, a contrast to the black she had on earlier, it made her eyes intense.
Alucard stepped forward, his face held no emotion, he was battling the urge to drain her there and then, both killing her and satisfying him in both the hunger and revenge he was seeking. "This is no ordinary battle, no fighting." He gripped her buy the shoulders, she didn't fight against him. This confused the vampire; he had expected some kind of struggle. Lifting her to meet his face he spoke softly, "You will let me quench my thirst."
She lifted up her arm, and popped open the first few buttons of her shirt and pulled it away from her shoulder, "I am here to do your bidding, to replace what was taken." She looked him directly in his eyes. His hat and glasses were gone, their eyes burned into one another's.
Alucard grinned wildly, "Don't think it will be that easy…" He turned her round and pushed her so she was laying on her front on the bed. As soon as she tried to stand and protest Alucard placed a hand around her neck, applying enough pressure to immobilise her. "Now, now…Sir Hellsing will be most displeased if you are found dead so quickly. Do not fear, I am not that much of a monster." He brought his spare hand round her front and undid the rest of her buttons, discarding the top half of her pyjamas. He then proceeded to remove the bandage covering the wounds on her back. Blood had still seeped through the stitches. Alucard bent forward and traced his tongue along the wounds on her back. She stiffened slightly, and then relaxed. As his tongue lapped up every drop of blood it could, the wounds healed. But not fully, he wanted her to scar, and suffer a little longer. When all those bits of blood were cleaned up, he moved up to her neck, licked it then sunk his teeth in.
His eyes widened and grew more intense. He gripped her shoulders and drank deeply. He could feel her squirming underneath him, both in anger and ecstasy. He felt her stop moving, he could sense her heart beat slowing and with all his will power removed his teeth and licked the spots on her neck, watching them heal. He stepped back, her unconscious form on the bed. Lifting her up, he placed her back between the sheets. "This will not be the last time…this is the battle, can you take it, I can…" He began to chuckle as he disappeared into a portal.
She felt his tongue exploring her back, cleaning up any excess blood form where she had been stitched. She hated herself for enjoying it, but she couldn't help it. It felt nice, refreshing, relaxing. When she felt him move up to her neck, she was about to try and knock him off her, but he sank into her before she could. Akima had felt nothing like this before, she tried to fight it, to fight him, but she couldn't. Her whole body felt on fire. She felt her body getting colder and hotter that the same time. Her life was being drained form her, and she couldn't fight it. Darkness loomed over her, and she fell into it, enjoying the feeling it brought to her.
Integra Hellsing sat at her desk looking rather displeased while eyeing the clock. Akima should have reported to her 4 hours ago. She hadn't really noticed because of the amount of paper work she had been sifting through. She picked up the phone on her desk and pushed a few buttons. "Walter, please find Akima and bring her to me." She hung up.
About 15 minutes later there was a knock at the door. It opened slightly. "Sir?" A rather tired voice said from the other side.
"Where have you been? Get in here." Integra spoke angrily.
"I apologise Sir, I over slept." She bowed deeply. Her skin was paler than normal.
"Over slept?" she raised her brow, "I thought a warrior of your stature could do no such thing."
"Neither did I Sir."
Integra made note of her appearance, "You look unwell, anything I should know about?"
Akima hesitated. Should she tell her? Would he get into trouble? "No Sir…I just feel, drained." She smiled inwardly. She had technically told her, just not in a very direct manner.
"Very well, what happened last night in the gardens with you an Alucard?"
"We had a formal introduction. He pushed me at one point, I collided with the post on the pagoda and it reopened my wounds. Walter had me taken to the medical unit to have them seen to."
"If that is all, you are dismissed." She waved her hand and returned to her paper work.
Akima walked out and slumped against the door. She had come here, not to replace what was taken, but to replace the skills that were taken. She ran her hand over her face and up over her hair. She still did not have the memories she so desperately wanted. Even if she wasn't in control, she still wanted to know what her body had been doing.
Standing, she made her way to the pagoda from the night before, thoughts of what was happening running through her mind. She didn't have anything against vampires. They had done nothing to her in the past, she hadn't even known they really existed, just what she had read in books. But recently, the mind control, she didn't hold much in her heart for them; apart from this one. Two days, and they hadn't even spoken much, but she felt a connection. There was just something about him that made her shiver; possibly his tongue running over her back. She shivered at this thought, and smiled. She wondered when he would return to her again. Knowing he was slowly trying to break her, she would never give in.
Alucard was floating through the corridors, wondering who he could annoy. Integra had crossed his mind. He hadn't pissed her off in a while and he might be getting rusty. Floating up to her room he passed the gardens and saw the pagoda lit up. "Hmmm….its my mouse…." His smile widened and he fazed through the wall and sunk into the deepest shadows, far away from human instincts, even her. What was she doing? It didn't seem like any martial art he could remember. He searched his mind, and the minds of those he had eaten. She was… dancing? His face turned into one of awe as he watched. She was doing a form of Chinese dance. Slow and elegant, she wore a long figure hugging dress with very long, floating sleeves. The dress at the bottom was loose, allowing her legs to protrude outwards and up. Her eyes were closed as she danced. It seemed a little like Thai Chi, but it was more rhythmic, and slower. Bathed in candlelight Alucard could describe her as nothing but beautiful.
He growled at himself inwardly for feeling such a way. Not only was she human, but he had slain Seras. "No, Radu took Seras away from your possession fool. And look, he presented a gift. A great worrier, with a gentle soul and a cold heart. Take it." He did not often listen to the voices in his head, but he would have his fun before he did anything. He continued to watch her until she finished. His eyes watched intently as he blew out the candles and walked inside. "I will have my fun with you, then my way…" he grinned like a Cheshire cat and sunk back to his original job of pissing off Integra.
A month had passed since the night she danced. Alucard had sparred with her a few times, and purposely lost to make her think he was weaker than he appeared. But the more time he spent with her, as comrades, going on the odd mission together, watching her kill with no feeling or remorse, the more she became one of the humans he respected, dare he say liked. He had visited her only once more since the first time. He had almost killed her that night, her blood was even better than Integra's. So perfect. He was beginning to hate himself for the feeling she gave him.
They had been given a mission to seek and destroy a possible vampire sighting in the older parts of London. They walked side my side in silence, surveying their surroundings. Alucard paused for a moment, so Akima stopped and faced him.
"What is it?" She asked, wanted to know if she needed to ready herself.
"There are no ghouls, I am surprised... for him anyway." He spoke as in deep concentration.
"Him?" She thought momentarily. "The one who took me?"
Alucard nodded. He then disappeared. "If she can take him on, then I have truly underestimated her."
"Alucard?" She spoke, then felt a presence behind her and readied herself. Turning fast and swift, she saw nothing. Feeling it again to her right she moved, so did it. Predicting its movements she planted a flying kick in the right spot as he materialised again, smacking him firming in the jaw, breaking it and sending him flying to the ground. The figure rose.
He was a little shorter than Alucard, and looked a lot like him, but his face was more feminine, softer round the edges. She smiled and began chuckling. "Ahhh, it's you again, you did your duty, why are you still here?" He wore a plain black suit, with no tie and an open collar on his white shirt. He looked very casual. The kind of, I-can casually-kick-your-ass look.
Akima said nothing. She stood normally, not ready to attack, she just stood her ground.
"Alucard has abandoned you; he must still really want you to die." He smiled. "I could feel everything you should, smell everything. It was almost as if I was you. Killing all those innocent men. It was invigorating. The look in their eyes, pleading with you not to do it."
"Stop it." Her voice was but a whisper. "They were my men. I knew them all, I knew their families. Majority of them had children!" Her voice had raised passion behind it.
"And the last thing they saw were your hate filled eyes while mowing them down."
She went for him then, he was ready. He grabbed her arm and flipped her behind him, slamming her into the ground. She recovered quickly and kneeled about 3 meters away. He was confused, normally people, well humans, were out by now. It was easier before, he just invaded her as she fought others, but she was fighting him now, and she had learnt to put up mental blocks.
Standing, she ran forward, unsheathed her sword and with full force stabbed it into his heart. She felt a pain on the right side of her back and chest. Looking forward she saw he had opened a portal up in front of the sword and opened it up behind her. "Dirty trick…" She coughed up blood and withdrew her sword, slumping on the floor.
Alucard emerged then. "Brother, must you always take what's mine?" He picked up her unconscious mass, hearing her wheeze as the breathed. "We will meet again, very soon." He then vanished, leaving Radu trembling at the force of his brothers words. He knew then he would die.
OK! So…chapter 3! What can I say about it? Not much really…I am pleased with it! R+R PLEASE!
Bubbly Ninja
