1The Passion of Fear and Hate
AN: Okay. This chapter has some hints in it...but it's still kind of a filler. The next chapter will have all the revelations in it and whatnot. I want to thank the readers and reviewers. Also, if you have any suggestions or anything, please let me know, I'm not 100 sure where I'm going with this story...but anyway. RxR
The rays of light were beginning to make their way into the night, sending the sky of darkness into a faint light. Dawn was approaching and Alucard couldn't sleep The one though that kept running through his mind was of Seras. Where is she? Why exactly did Kyrian take her? What is he going to do to her? He stopped with that though, a shiver running through him. Alucard knew how powerful Kyrian was, he knew the things he was capable of.
He fist pounded into the brick wall of his bedroom, particles of the matter falling to the floor. The houses lights had come back on, but it did not mean Alucard's anger was contained, it was simply seething just below the surface, waiting to unleash it's wrath upon the enemy. Someone he used to trust with his life, his secrets, and many other things.
A light sigh escaped his lips as he rested his head against the cold wall, those dark locks falling into his face briefly before his head was tilted back up. "I have to get her back."
It was a simple statement, but it seemed like some impossible goal to him at the moment. Long strides carried the vampire to his coffin bed, he climbed in quickly, not even putting forth the energy to disrobe himself. He climbed beneath the heavy quilt and closed his eyes hoping for the dreamless sleep, but it did not come. Vampires never dreamed. Usually it was just darkness, but when there were images, it was always of the past. And part of the past Alucard wished he could forget.
Alucard stood in the darkened hall as he watched his fledgling come into the house. There were a few traces of blood on the sleek white shirt he wore, his eyes a blood red from his feeding. His hair and clothes were soaked from the pounding rain, but the man seemed quite content. Alucard stalked silently in the shadows as he followed the platinum blond vampire throughout the large house.
Kyrian's footsteps echoed clearly in the quiet house, resonating easily in the still air. He still has so much to learn. But the footsteps ceased outside of one door, He saw the vampire eyes turn back to their normal grey as he stood outside of the bedroom, a light sigh escaping through thin, cruel lips before he continued on his way. Alucard let out a small chuckle, stopping the vampire in his tracks.
"Is there something you wanted Kyrian?" Alucard disembodied voice floated to the younger vampires ears easily, the striking baritone yearning to be heard. Kyrian's eyes turned this way and that trying to located his master.
"It's nothing."
There was something in those words that Alucard couldn't quite make sense of. Some lingering mortal emotion that he was no longer accustomed to, but that his fledgling still possessed. A thud of his boots could be heard as Alucard stepped forth from the shadows, the sound stopping immediately upon him being fully out of the darkness. His gaze was raked over the blond vampire as he stepped closer. "It sounds like you are not telling me something. Master and fledgling don't keep secrets."
Alucard's head was tilted lightly to the side as he looked over the vampire in front of him as he walked closer, driving Kyrian slowly backwards into the wall. But a fang hung over Kyrian's lower lip as his gaze was averted downward, not wanting to say whatever it was. Had he gotten hurt again while feeding? No, Alucard would have smelled the blood. Maybe he regretted his choice to take the Dark Gift.
He raised a taloned hand to rake gently across the younger vampire's cheek. "I wouldn't want to use pain to force your compliance. I'm quite fond of you, being that you are my first fledgling. I see lots of potential in you Kyrian."
Alucard turned a bit in his sleep, a light sound escaping his lips. He had forgotten to shut the lid of his coffin bed and was having a bit of a fitful night of sleep. And his dreaming only added to the problem at hand. In the last few nights he had often dreamed of his former fledgling, going over their past.
Seras could feel the dawn over head as she yawned lightly, rubbing her wrist after doing so. Her wrist was slightly swollen and red, there was silver in the cuffs. Not a lot, but enough to harm her with long exposure. The fleeting though of her hand falling off crossed her mind before she could cover it with a nervous laugh. "Nothing like that could happen...could it...?"
"Of course not." She let out an 'eep' as her eyes turned to that door seeing Kyrian standing before it, arms crossed over his broad chest. "If you want, I could heal it for you, replace the cuffs with a different pair."
The offer seemed genuine and her wrist really hurt. She was already his captive, what could it really hurt...? A few silent moments passed before Seras extended her hand out towards the elder vampire. She saw his grin as one hand was reached back into his coat, his boots thudding lightly on the hardwood floor as he stepped towards her. A second pair of hand cuffs were produced, this pair with a pit longer chain on them between the cuffs. One was clicked around her hurt wrist, just below the other one, while the other was put on the poster of the bed.
Only a few seconds later, the other pair of cuffs simply disappeared from her body. Seras lips parted to ask how he had done that, but her entire body froze as he lifted her wrist to her mouth. Kyrian's tongue then darted out to run over the swollen area, instant relief flooding into her body. How else could he have healed her. She should have expected it. Soon the treatment was done, but Kyrian's lips still lingered. She saw him look up, her crimson hues looking with his grey ones. "You're pretty lucky Seras. Had I not just fed, you would be in quite some trouble."
A sigh of relief left Seras' lips as her wrist was let back down . She sat beside the bed with her hands in her lap as she watched Kyrian walk to the bathroom, his footsteps stilling as a rumble was heard. Seras looked down at her stomach with a blush before looking back up at Kyrian and his smirking lips.
"There is a min freezer to your left, you can reach it now with the new cuffs."And with that, he disappeared into the bathroom.
Once Kyrian had stepped into the bathroom he let out a light sigh. What have I gotten myself into? He knew it was foolish to cross Alucard, but he had all right to. Alucard was his. Not Integra's and certainly not Seras'. He would get his revenge, even if he died in the end. Deft fingers reached to undo the buttons on his shirt, the thin white material drifting to the ground before simply dematerializing. His eyes floated to the mirror as he looked over himself and the long scar across his chest. He ran a finger down the length of it, his eyes glazing over as his mind drifted into the past.
His body was pinned against the wall, Alucard's body leaning heavily into his, fangs extended. The red glow in his eyes held many things, anger being one of them. Kyrian trembled as five sharp nails were brought in front of his eyes. His head tilted to the side as Alucard's form backed off, his hand still circling his throat though he didn't have to breath. Blond hair shielding his eyes as a gasp was drawn from his lips, the pain streaking through his body as the talons were dragged deeply against his skin, the blood seeping down his form.
Kyrian shook his head lightly to rid himself of the memory, his hands straying to his pants before his simply dematerialized them with a sigh, a pair of black night pants now adorning his lower body. A hand was raked through his long hair as he let out the low ponytail, allowing his hair to freely fall past his waist. A brush was quickly run through the platinum locks before he stepped out of the bathroom.
His gaze raked over Seras, observing that she hadn't moved from the spot she had been in when he left. "You really should drink. I went through all the trouble to rob that blood bank." He grinned in an attempt to cheer her up. She simply looked up at him with a weak smile, but he did notice her eyes rake over his form, causing another smile. Without another word he walked to his bed and half laid, half sat, upon the old quilt. Seras looked up as he patted the space next to him, signaling for her to sit. "We should talk Seras."
AN: Yeah, another cliffy, sorry. The next chapter will be up shortly, probably Wednesday. I'm writing it right after I submit this one. I know the chaps are usually about 1500 words, and that's really short for some people, but I'll be updating quicker now...hopefully.