1The Passion of Fear and Hate
Disclaimer: I don't own Hellsing. Wish I did, but I don't. To own Alucard would be so much fun. le sigh
AN: This is just the intro, so it will be short. Oh, and when the point of view changes, the paragraph will be started in bold, that is, if I remember to do that every time.
Alucard made his way down towards the basement as the dawn was approaching. He let a yawn slip past his lips as he ran a hand through that black hair of his. His booted steps reverberated in the quite corridor. He stopped for a moment, his head turning to the right. That grin crept onto his lips as he decided to check in on his Police Girl, quickly phasing through her door.
Seras lay sleeping, the top of the coffin bed still up. He lightly shook his head as her looked lovingly down at the girl, her chest rising and falling despite the fact she truly didn't need to breath. "Such a human function." Alucard never breathed, he thought it beneath one such as his-self. Crimson eyes looked around the room and fell upon the bucket that sat upon the table.
"She still isn't drinking her blood." He grasped the medicinal packet in his gloved hands. Quick fingers tore the top of as he drank down the liquid. A hand pressed the button to close the lid of Seras' coffin as he walked out of the room, tossing the empty bag in the waste basket.
His room was soon reached and Alucard slammed the door behind him. Police Girl had been getting on his nerves. She just couldn't get past her human emotions. "She refuses to drink blood, she won't learn her powers, and she has no respect for my authority. The only thing keeping her in line is her fear of me." I don't won't her to fear me, it is not the proper relationship between Master and fledgling.
Alucard shrugged off his coat and laid it over on of the chairs in his room. He sat down hard on the edge of his bed. "What am I going to do with her? Integra won't stand for this for too much longer. She will want her destroyed. I should want her destroyed." But something made him want her around. He needed her around. He was his first fledgling, his destined mate, but if she couldn't get past her fears and the childish notion of keeping her humanity, that would never be.
He sighed and stood, his clothes simply dematerializing into nothingness, leaving him in a pair of silk black night pants that stood out starkly against his pale skin. Hand was again raked through that midnight black hair as he laid down in the sleek black coffin that was situated in the car corner of his room. "You don't even know what you do to me Seras." He sighed as he closed the lid of his coffin, his eyes closing slowly. "Hell, I don't even know what you do to me."
Seras had known Alucard had been in her room. She was surprised he hadn't noticed the increased rate of her heart, of the sightly quicker rise and fall of her chest as he had stood near her. Not yet used to sleeping in the coffin, she nearly gasped as it began to close over her. That surely would have given her away.
She could hear the disappointment in his voice when he talked of her breathing and not drinking her blood. She just wished she could explain it to him, make him understand. Seras wanted to be strong for her master, but it was so hard to adapt to these new ways. It was so hard for every moral that had been instilled in her to just go away. She turned on her side as she felt the oncoming dawn, the lethargy beginning to set into her. A light yawn escaped her lips.
"I want to be strong for you Master, I really do." She looked up to him, looked up him as a god. He surely looked like one, and acted like one. Thinking everything was beneath him. Probably even her. She craved for his blood, for his body. She could see past that hard shell of his. Past the hate, the madness, and the anger. He just wanted to be free. Why could he not see that she wanted the same thing? They were both caged birds if only they could fly away together.
But the true was that Seras didn't want to be free in certain ways. She didn't want to be free of him, free from the blood tie they shared. To be his for all time would be the greatest thing in the world. Seras sighed once again and closed her eyes, picturing her master, if only she could have him. You don't know what you do to me Master, if only you did. Those were her last thoughts as she drifted off into the deep sleep of the vampire.