Okay, my first Hellsing-fic...show no mercy in reviewing. One-shot, subtextual IxS.
Disclaimer: The Hellsing Universe is not a product of my mind!
In between Words
The innumerable candels cast shadows on the old walls; like mad dancers performing hypnotic moves all over the vaults. The rooms air was heavy with odor of too old books, the scent of those fine english cigars that dissapeard in the air in voluminous clouds. The rasp on old pergament was the one and only thing that teared the trememdous silence.
A figure sat on a pult, composing the scripture. Slender hands, graceful hands were seen; were illuminated by the candles. Sheer blonde hair fell in a fine cutted female face; steel blue eyes, set in a frown, studied the document on the pult.
Worlds could collide, could burn down in fire and ice – she would, as would her heirs stand up against destruction, against everything that could harm The United Kingdom.
No, there never existed anything that could be called time in this room, it still didn't. In fact, it couldn't. Time, in it's character of slowly destroying tings, didn't have access to it. The content of this certain room would never bed destroyed, no, it would live on in the minds and hearts of this dynasty.
The constant stream of thoughts that was pinned on the pergament by those slender hands stopped abruptly…Integra Wingates van Hellsing was being watched…
Stoic, never moving a muscle this other being stood in a corner; eyes fixed on this wonderful solitude she didn't dare to spoil.
'And again, there is She. Always and forever - only She. You…for every sad and desperate dying ember wrings your ghost off my mind…'
Was it love?
Her marble skin crawled, if she still had a heartbeat, it would increase…suddenly she felt… hunger. The fine features of her face took a lusty expression, her long tongue licked her fangs; the animal called, the monster wanted to hunt. Her mind raced, screamed every scream she had ever heard to stop her, to stop this…monster!
Senselessly. She moved closer, always soundlessly. She could smell it now…sweet, metallic virgin blood… all her senses were fixed on Integra, on the fair skin covering her neck. She stood in full light now, her shadow darkened Integras vision….if Integra had turned just a moment later…Seras fought down the animal and calmed her mind. She was now literally taking in Integras beauty.
The blonde woman looked calmly on the statue in front of her; the young vampire clad in black trenchcoat and army boots, her eyes hid behind red round googles. For one instant, Integra saw the hint of a strain in the vampires face…
Seras took off her googles, opened her mouth, wanted to beg, wanted to vow! But as soon as she tried to form words on her pale lips, she knew that all she could would be chocking out silly phrases… Integras expression took a mystified note, placed her feather on the pult and got up.
She walked over to the vampire and reached out a hand that….didn't touch anything; Seras had disappeared into dust. Not that Integra wondered; vampires, especially "her" vampires loved to do that.
But there still remained one fact that Integra troubled: Her gaze lingered on the place where Seras had been standing and something n her mind wanted her to come back...