The Lusts of Broken Minds
AN: No pairing will be stated by me, you will have to read in order to see what's going on...and there will be lemons in later chapter...
Chapter 3: The Sleep
Sir Integra stubbed out her cigar as she finished the last of her paperwork. It was 3:27 am. A light sigh escaped from between her lips and she rubbed her temples. Her paperwork would be back up tomorrow night, they had a mission. And it would go slower now that Officer Victoria was on suspension. But it was a rare occasion for her to sleep well into the mourning, so she wouldn't waste her time worrying about that. So she hurried to her bedroom, not wanting a surprise visit from her annoying little pet.
Her bedroom was luxuriously furnished, hr large bed on the across from the door and extending into the middle of the room. The bed was adorned in white Egyptian silk, as was the curtains to her balcony. All her furniture was of a dark wood, contrasting to the white of her room and bed sheets.
"Time for a peaceful night sleep." Integra walked to her dresser and began to remove her finely tailored green suit, watching her fingers move in the vanity mirror in front of her. Opening one of the drawers she pulled out a large, white, button down shirt and a pair of dark blue boxers that were a bit too big. One would never think someone as proper as herself would wear such things, but she liked breaking form the normal fine attire. She smirked to herself as she placed her glasses on the bedside table and slipped under the sheets, pulling the down comforter around her. She turned out the light and closed her eyes, falling into a deep sleep.
Ever since her confrontation with Alucard, Seras had been on edge. She had cleaned the blood off of the floor and flushed the rest of it down the toilet, despite the tug on her stomach all the while. The lethargy of the oncoming day was beginning to set in, but her mind was still buzzing, her headache only growing worse. She began to hum, trying to block out the buzzing, a slight deja vu feeling coming to her, but she brushed it off. Seras then slipped out of her Hellsing uniform, knowing she wouldn't be using it for a while, and put on her silky pink nightgown. She laid down in her bed and hit the button to close the lid. She was so hungry though, the rumble off her stomach echoing inside of her small confines.
"Why am I so hungry?"
Because you refuse to eat. She hated having conversations with herself, but sometimes it helped.
"I can't believe Master hit me." Her cheek still held the red mark off his hand.
You deserved it. You disobeyed him.
"But I want to keep my humanity."
But if you lose it, you'll be more powerful. Master likes powerful things.
"I want him to like me. I want to be his."
Well then let your guard down and let go. Being a monster is now part of you, you can't deny what you are. If you become like him, you will have him.
"I will have him."
That was the last thought Seras had before her eyes closed and her world went black.
Alucard's internal clock was telling him that the sun was rising. He would have liked to contemplate further the issue of his fledgling, but he knew there was a mission that night. His clothes simply dematerialized, leaving him in a pair of black silk boxers that stood out greatly against his pale skin, but matched perfectly to his hair.
He ran his long fingers over the lid of his actual coffin that lay across from his bed. He looked at the engravings of the black casket and slid a finger under the lid, lifting it up easily. He climbed in and sank into the dark purple lining. With one last sigh he shut the lid, getting ready for what he thought would be his usual dreamless sleep.
The blackness of his sleep was interrupted by a sound, a dripping. Alucard found himself in a long, dark hallway. His grin was in placed. He was quite amused that he was dreaming, which happened very rarely for vampires. There was a door at the end of this hallway, the noise coming from behind it. His boots thudded loudly, the sound reverberating off of the walls of the silent walkway.
As his hand touched the doorknob a cold chill was sent through his spine. Alucard's smile faltered for a moment at the feeling. He opened the door to what looked like a bathroom. Candles lit most of the room, the fire light flickering over the sink and counter. He took a step into the room, his foot stepping into some kind of liquid. He kneeled down and touched the liquid with two fingers, bringing them to his nose. Blood. And it was coming from the farthest point of the room, the only part not illuminated. As he walked to the other side of the room, the liquid became more copious, a puddle. He couldn't help but kneel again, getting fresh blood on his fingers and placing them to his lips. It tasted so familiar. "Master."
Suddenly the candles were blown out by wind from an unknown source, the lights of the bathroom now flickering on and off. As his eyes adjusted to the lights, he could only stare in horror at the sight in front of him.
He was now kneeling before a bathtub, one that was stained with blood. The water was a dark red, the outline of a body could be faintly seen. It was his master that was in the tub, one hand hanging over the side of the tub, blood still dripping from the slit wrist. Her platinum blond hair was streaked with red, her eyes closed.
Alucard looked down at his gloved hands, watching in silent horror as the seals faded away. "No." He reached a hand to Integra's lifeless face, caressing the soft skin, the coolness of it permeating through his glove. Movement caught his eyes and he backed away as the dead woman's hand began to move, reaching out to him. Integra's eyes opened, her eyes now sunken in, the once bright blue eyes pale and lifeless. As she spoke her voice cracked and strained. "Alu...card...why did...n't you...save me?"
Sir Integra woke with a start, her covers strewn and tangled about her body. She was in a cold sweat, her breath coming out in pants. She hadn't had night terrors for years, and wasn't sure why she was starting again now. She hadn't slept to long since she couldn't see the light on her still closed eyes. She sighed and opened her eyes to her dark room. She reached for her glasses but stopped short as a sudden wave of pain was sent through her arm. Despite the pain she turned on her bedside lamp, illuminating the red smears over her white sheets. Her eyes widened in alarm as she brought her bloodied hands to her face to clear the blur from her lack of glasses, but all she could see was the red.
Alucard soon appeared in his master's room even though the sun would be risen in less than a half an hour. What he saw terrified him. Integra was laying in her bed, the sheets stained with blood. He rushed to her side, slightly relieved that he could hear her pulse. She had fainted, due to blood loss, and shock though he didn't know that.
Alucard heard his master moan as she began to regain consciousness. He watched as her eyes flickered open, meeting her pale blue eyes with his crimson orbs. He raised one of Integra's wrists to his mouth his long tongue darting out to the wound. He held tight to her wrist as she flinched. The wound was deep, causing him to extend his tongue into it, to heal it fully. Only one wrist had been cut, but Alucard knew that Integra's blood was a bit thin.
"I will not lose you Master."
She would have been embarrassed by her attire at the moment, but she didn't care. Sir Integra was too weak to speak or protest as she was lifted into Alucard's arms. She could do nothing but curl up to his warmth as he carried her to the bathroom. He set her on the counter, leaning her against the mirror. He took a wash cloth and ran the warm water over it and began to clean the blood from her body. She felt like a child being cleaned up like that. But the blood was everywhere, and the child like feeling soon dispersed as he began to un button her shirt, cleaning off the blood that had seeped below her collar.