The Passion of Fear and Hate
AN: I think the next chapter will be last. Either the next, or the one after that. 2 things though, I suck at righting fight and sorry if any parts of this chapter offend anyone.
Recap:Only moments later, Alucard had reached the church, standing in front of the large wooden doors. The rain pelted down upon him, his hat long gone by the wind, by he cared not. She was here. He could smell her, he could smell her blood. His fangs lengthened, his nails sharpened. Both his Jackal and his Casull were held in his hands. A sense of deja vu filled him as he kicked in the old door, his guns nearly dropping to the floor as he stared at the sight before him.
The smell of blood was almost overpowering, so strong. The room was dark, small candles set around the front alter, illuminating Seras' pale face. Blood dripped from her hands and feet, large nails pinning her to the large cross that stood erect at the front of the church. He couldn't move, her couldn't do anything. He could only look upon his fledgling, his secret love, as she lay pinned to the wood. Her eye lids drooped, her mouth partially open as small sounds of pain emitted from between her lips. A beam of candlelight hit one of the nails, only to reflect back on him. Silver.
But the nails within her hands and feet weren't the worst part. A long, silver sword jutted out from her chest, the metal pressed nearly to the hilt inside of her. It was right over her heart, but it had missed, but it could only be by a fraction of space. "Seras."
Her eyelashes fluttered as she heard him speak her name. "Master...it hurts."
A thin trail of blood streamed from the corner of her lips as she spoke. Alucard growled, taking a few slow steps toward her before a hint of movement caught his eye.
"Alucard, I knew you'd know where to go." Kyrian walked slowly from a dark shadow to the left of where Seras lay.
"It's so sad that things have come to this. I would have spared this poor girl from pain, but you had to be difficult. This could have all been resolved a long time ago."
Alucard raised his gun, leveling it to aim at the blond vampires head. "She has nothing to do with you an me. Jealousy leads to bad things Kyrian, you should have just left it alone, and gotten over with it. You can't have me."
Kyrian chuckled, walking closer to Seras. Her chest was heaving in the effort to draw breath, only causing her more pain. "Oh, I think I can Alucard, otherwise your precious Seras will die."
"I won't let that happen." He cocked the gun.
"You know you can't beat me with a gun, we are both to good for that. And in the time it would take for you to fight me, she could bleed out." He reached a hand up to run along Seras' torso, blood staining his fingers when he pulled them back, his tongue darting out to collect the blood.
"I could have killed her Alucard, but I only just pierced her heart. Currently, she is bleeding into herself. The only way to save her, would be to give her ancient blood, your blood. But, I'm not going to let you do that."
A shot rang out through the church, the bullet whizzing by Kyrian's head. "Get on with your point Kyrian."
A small sigh was given by Kyrian as he reached to the floor, drawing out to long swords. "This can go one of two ways my love. One, you can come peacefully with me, and I will draw blood from you, giving it to Seras after you are contained. Or, you can fight me, as we would fight in the old days. No powers, just strength and swords. But, it's a greater chance of her dying that way. We are quite evenly matched as you already know."
Alucard growled, his eye flickering from Seras to Kyrian and back. She looked so small, so innocent. Her frail form hanging limply, the sword cutting into her flesh more with every breath she drew. In her panic, in her fatigued state, she couldn't not breath. She didn't want to die. He couldn't let her die. But he couldn't leave her.
"The clock is ticking Alucard, make your choice."
Fight.
The word came slowly to his mind, a thread of sound that he wasn't sure he had heard. Her looked at his fledgling, his destined mate.
Fight for me Master, I know you can win.
Seras...
Whatever happens, I love you...Alucard.
I love you to Seras. And I will not let you die.
His gaze was cast back towards his former fledgling, his former lover. His guns dropped to the ground, the sound resonating loudly through the quiet church. His arm extended, the sword flying from Kyrian's hand and into his. "We fight then."
Kyrian smirked. "Very well then. Lets start the clock."
A scream tore through the building as Kyrian's hand reached up, pulling the blade within Seras' body , the blade slicing deeper into her heart.
Alucard let out a growl as he rushed forward, Kyrian running to meet him, swords clashed, a shower of sparks emitting from the silver blades. They tested strength first, pushing their blades against each other. Kyrian's legs slide back lightly, a chuckle escaping as he jumped back. The elder vampire jump to the sky, his feet connecting with a cross beam on the roof, pushing back against them to launch himself at the blond vampire. Kyrian slide left, his blade swinging right to connect with Alucard's arm, the deadly metal slicing through flesh easily.
Alucard turned, the blade running over the better part of his arm as his sword came around, slicing across Kyrian's back. The vampire hissed as he jumped back. They now stood across from each other, grey eyes locked with red. They stood staring each other down in silence for a few moments, Kyrian charging first, aiming for Alucard's stomach.
He blocked, their blades sliding against each other as Kyrian ducked to pass under Alucard's arm. The elder vampires free hand reached down, claws catching on Kyrian's cheek. He turned, looking at the bloody vampire, his own arm dripping some blood. "Two to one Kyrian."
"Two to one. You don't know how true that statement is." He grinned.
MASTER!
His eyes turned to Seras, too late to figure out why she had screamed. Time seemed to slow down in that moments, Seras's voice echoing her mental cry. A cool hand was felt upon his shoulder, his eyes widening. A great pain buzzed through his form, his eyes looking upon the disappearing form in front of him, before looking down to see the tip of a sword jutting from his chest. It was just an image.
"Indeed it was Alucard. I thought you were smarter than that." His wrists burned as they were placed behind him, silver handcuffs now adorning, and burning his pale skin. Kyrian walked out in front of him, thick gloves on his hands. Alucard saw the scratch upon the vampire's cheek. He didn't even see the exchange from vampire to illusion. How had this happened.
"You've grown soft over the years Alucard. But now, I will keep you as my pet, instead of the other way around."
Alucard was shocked, to shocked to speak or to move. He hadn't expected this. He had doomed both himself and his love. He sank to his knees, the sword still within him.
"And now for your little fledgling." Seras stirred lightly, fear shining in her half closed eyes. Kyrian had produced a knife, the metal glinting in the low light. "I'll allow her to live, but just in case you escape, I won't let you have her."
Kyrian grinned, watching as the female vampire squirmed on the cross. One hand pulled the sword from her, blood gushing from the torn wound. Kyrian bit into his wrist, bringing the bleeding wound to Seras' mouth, in her current state, nothing could stop her from drinking, even though the thought of a life without Alucard wasn't one she wanted to live with. This couldn't be happening. The blood would heal her heart and her hands, but Kyrian had control of the blood flowing within Seras, keeping it where he wanted wounds to heal.
After Seras had enough blood to heal, he looked back at his knife, before looking back at Alucard.
Alucard knew what was coming, his legs trying to lift him from the floor, but the lack of blood, his blood pooled on the floor around him, he couldn't get himself to stand. He could only watch as Kyrian pulled out the nails in Seras' feet, silver dropping with a clank to the ground. He spread her legs, Seras still to weak to defend herself, even though her heart was healing. The tip of the blade was positioned directly between her feet. Two blood curdling screams tore through the church as the knife was shoved upward.
"NOOOOOOOO!"