1Passion of Fear and Hate
AN: Sorry this chapter took so long to get out, I've been really busy lately and not able to concentrate. But now I've had a good night of sleep and am ready to write. Some good stuff in this chapter. Enjoy.
Seras' footsteps carried loudly through the halls as she ran, tears rolling down her cheeks. She pushed past anyone that got in her way as she headed down to the basement. To her room. To her prison. The door was slammed quickly behind her and she rested against the hardness of it. She banged her head lightly on the door as her hands came up to whip away her tears. "Why does she always have to be such a bitch?"
Seras slowed her breathing and walked to her bathroom. How had she not noticed the circles under her eyes earlier? Slender finger turned on the cold water, splashing some on her face to try and calm herself. She whipped her face off with a fluffy white towel that sat on the rack and began to inspect her body. A bruise was evident on her leg where she had run into the table the previous day, a mark on her arm from accidently running into a wall, and a purple mark on her forehead, partially covered by hair, where she had tried to sit up in her coffin, when the lid was down. "I truly am pathetic."
She frowned and walked back into her room, laying down on her bed. The only place she ever had a respite was asleep, getting to dream. She could be whatever she wanted in her dreams. But her dreams would never become reality. She shifted on the sheets, rolling on her side so that she faced the wall, her tears once again streaming down her face. But she couldn't sleep now, the moon wouldn't allow her to, and neither would her hunger. It always haunted her, calling to her every waking moment. She wanted to ignore it forever, but the call was so loud. "I don't want to be a monster. Drinking blood is so wrong, it's disgusting."
Alucard watched silently from the bathroom mirror, those red eyes peering through the open door to see his fledgling crying on her bed. He wanted to comfort her, to do anything to make her feel better. But she had to be taught a lesson. She would never be able to survive an eternity with such little amounts of blood going into her system. He heard her words and ventured into her thoughts. It wasn't that she didn't like blood, no vampire didn't like it. But doing something so unhuman was crushing her. He could feel her hunger pulling at her. Suffocating her. That was what Seras was scared of. The power that blood had over her. She craved it, needed it. But she wouldn't give into the need. She could have everything in her dreams if she would drink.
He slunk back through the walls, his steps making no sound as he walked to his bed chamber. He phased through the door and sat down on the edge of his bed. He wasn't looking forward to what he was going to have to do later that night, but it needed to be done. Both for his sake and for Police Girl's. If fear was the only way she listened to him, the only way she obeyed him, then that is what he wold have to use. Alucard had used force against many people, but he didn't want to use it against such a frail and beautiful creature such as Seras. She wouldn't even be aware how much it would hurt him to do it.
Later that night...
Walter walked through the lower levels of the Hellsing manner quickly. He passed Seras' room and went straight to the No-Life King's. A knock was placed on the large door and a 'Come in.' from inside. The door was pushed open easily and the pail left on the large cherry wood table. Walter looked at the vampire who was sitting in a chair, boots on the table, gloved fingers rubbing at his temples.
"What is bothering you Master Alucard?"
"It is Police Girl. Tonight she will drink her blood, and I don't like what I must do to make her." The vampire looked up at his old friend to see the concerned look.
"I'm sure everything will be fine Alucard."
"Well I'm not so sure Angel of Death, and for me not to be sure it quite a large deal."
Walter looked at his friend with a frown. "Indeed it is. But she will come around in her own time. Miss Victoria is young and fragile. She just needs to adapt to this new life."
"She needs to adapt quicker before Integra sends her to her grave." Walter offered Alucard a smile, knowing he could not convince the midian, and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. He just hoped the vampire would not do anything that he would regret later.
Knock was heard upon the door to her bedroom, causing Seras to look up. She knew who it was. She laid her head back into the pillow and said a muffled "Come in." Walter came in and laid his eyes on her, a small frown upon his lips. "I suggest you drink your blood tonight Miss Victoria." That was all he said after setting the bucket of ice on the table and leaving the room.
Seras' head turned to the side to look at the pail. She wondered why Walter had said that, but brushed it off as him being worried about her. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood up, walking the short distance to the table. She sighed and walked to her dresser, changing into a red night gown and doing her before bed things, trying to get her mind off of the nourishment that laid waiting inside of the medicinal packet. Walking back over to the table she laid her hands upon it, those crimson eyes staring at the crimson liquid. She could feel her fangs lengthening out of pure instinct.
A trembling hand reached out for the packet, deftly tearing off one of the corners.. Slowly she brought it to her lips and then paused, trying to weigh out the pros and cons of the situation. The cons won out. With a light sigh she headed back to the bathroom, prepared to sacrifice her meal to the porcelain god, but as so as she swung the door open a yelp of surprised escaped her lips. Her master was standing there, and he didn't look to happy. In her surprise she had dropped the packet of blood, but Alucard was quick enough to snatch it from the air, not one drop spilt.
"Master, what..what are you doing in my bathroom?"
"The question is what were you about to do in the bathroom." Seras looked guiltily away from him, only to have Alucard's gloved hand jerk her head back so she could look into his eyes. "I will not allow you to be this foolish Seras, you can't just waltz around here without taking nourishment."
There was a faint glow in Alucard's eyes, his anger actually producing a flaming affect. Seras gulped as he took his hand off of her chin. "I don't want to do this Master, I can't drink blood."
"You can, and you will." Alucard switched the blood bag from right hand to left as he began stepping towards her. With every step he took, Seras took two steps back. But they kept the same distance, being that her master's strides were longer than hers. She maneuvered around the table, him following her every room until she was back around to the bathroom, when had he closed the door? As soon she reached the door his arm touched her shoulder, pushing her lightly to bring her back flat against it. "You can't make me do this master, you can't. I am my own person and I am allowed to make my own choices."
"I am your MASTER!" Alucard's voice was rising, the tenor ringing out through the small room. "If I must I will dictate every single thing you do. You are pathetic Seras Victoria. Had I know it would end like this, I would never have turned you. I didn't expect my fledgling to be a weak, pitiful little girl. I thought you would be strong, but I guess that was my mistake."
Sadness showed through Seras' red eyes before her anger hit at his words. A light growl escaped his lips as her hand quickly cocked back and flew forward, slapping him across the face. While in mid strike she knew it would be bad. He's going to kill me. Were the words that flashed through her mind. Dead silence passed as the resonation of the skin to skin contact faded away. Alucard's head was turned, his hair covering his eyes. No one moved. And no one breathed, Seras had to make a conscious effort to stop herself.
When Seras finally decided to take a breath was when Alucard finally moved. His hand was gripping her throat, her feet an inch of the ground. Her hands automatically went to his, trying to pry his fingers off of the fragile place. "You will never show me such disrespect again, do you understand me. If fear is what I must you to get you to drink, then so be it."
Silence passed as she stopped breathing, knowing it would be of no use. She went limp in his grasp, her eyes staying focused on his. And as he lifted his lift hand to place the blood packet to her lips, he continued to watch, something flickering in her eyes. He lightly tilted her head up, tilting the bag as well to pour the contents down her throat, his fingers tightening and loosening just slightly to coax the liquid down her throat. But not once did their eyes disconnect.
He saw that flicker there in those crimson orbs as the stood in silence for a moment, before her finally let her go, his fingers marked by purple bruises since she still didn't have enough iron in her. Her watched as her fingers gently grazed the area before stepping out to leave the room, phasing through the door and not looking back. Alucard replaying the event in his mind, what was that flicker? And then it hit him, his boots stopping in their tracks. She liked it. He grinned. "I should have known."