Disclaimer: I don't own Hellsing but I'm going to finish this fic!
Sorry about the formatting, something seems to be wrong with FF cause it keeps stripping all my line breaks and italics etc. I'll fix it when I can...
"Csont. You will reveal yourself." The raven haired beauty crosses her legs on a velvet couch with an air of impatience, her voice echoing off the walls of the chamber. The large room is dark, ceiling fading to shadows and walls shrouded with rich cloths. The wealth of her domain is accompanied by the smell of water-rotted riches.
Csont steps from the shadows, a mild smile playing across his lips as he takes to his knee, bowing low before his superior. "Forgive me, I only wished to surprise you Mistress." The woman scowls at her subordinate, disdain of an ancient written across her young face. "You would do well to use more discretion. You know all too well that my mood in this place is not suited for surprises." A cold drop of water falls with a dull thunk onto Csont's coat, dripping from the leaking roof of the subbasement level. One can never be quite sure of when the basement ends and the cavernous sewers begin in the older parts of London. "My apologies, but the fact remains that I have a surprise for you." "We. Have a surprise for you." Their Master's head jerks up at Consecro's voice. "I assume this has something to do with the swathe of nothingness that has been lurking over your rooms these last weeks." Her lovely brows knit in anger. "I do not approve of my lessers fraternizing inappropriately." Csont's smile splits his jaw and, should Seras be around to make the comparison, she would say that he looks eerily like Alucard. "My Mistress. There is… only you." His form moves forward not quite walking and not quite in complete shadows, to take her hand and bestow upon it a murmur of a kiss. Her hand is yanked roughly from his grasp and said hand meets with the side of his high cheekbone with a resounding thud that sends the dark haired immortal flying away from her settee. Her violet eyes glow viciously as he placidly raises himself from the floor, debris and rotting silk clings to his clothes as the foul stench of the room does all who enter. His eyes are downcast in a show of respect proper for a minion. "Forgive me my Mistress." She cannot see the anger dancing in his shrouded eyes. "I shall not be so presumptuous." With a flourish he stands and the grit from his fall disappears from his form in a ripple of shadow. "But we have brought you a gift to lighten your mood."
The darkness is intolerable. Seras cannot feel her body but her third eye tells her that she is still bound. Once, not so long ago, the silence and blackness would have broken her. Now though, she stands tall, content to wait. 'You are correct Police Girl.' Seras controls the urge to whirl in the direction of her Master's voice but she knows him better than that. 'Show yourself Master.' There is little expression in her voice. Between his taunting and the… affections of Csont, she has little left to share. His slim, imposing figure materialises before her, his dark attractiveness not lost on her. 'Really Police Girl. Is that any way to greet your Master?' His smirk ticks her off. 'Master. You should not be here.' His smirk flashes immediately to a growl as he disappears, reappearing behind her to clamp a hand around her slender throat. 'You forget your place fledgling.' She does not bother to struggle against him. 'No. I understand it now.' The conviction in her voice irks the elder nosferatu and his other hand grasps her wrist, wrenching viciously. 'Oh. And, pray tell me, what is it that you understand?' Suddenly her figure is mist in his grasp, this time it is her corporeal body that fades to reappear behind him. Somehow, her lips brush his ear as she speaks. 'The fledgling-sire bond lets you talk to me…' His hand shoots upwards towards her neck but she is gone again, emerging in front of him. 'But you cannot find me in body. I am shielded Master.' He growls, fighting the urge to chase her. 'You are in my mind.' A smile plays across Seras' features as she taunts him, the first he has seen from his fledgling in close to a month. 'But you cannot find me.' His hands curl into tight fists, fingernails biting deeply into his palms. Another voice speaks up. 'Why do you keep coming after me Master?'
Seras' head shoots up at the sound startled by the voice that is sounding her thoughts. 'Who was that?' All at once, they are surrounded by thick shadows, humanoid with gleaming eyes both red and blue. 'Do you care for me Master?' The voice sounds from directly behind her and she jumps. A low growl bringing her face back in his direction. 'I always said you think too loudly Police Girl.' 'Master, what are they?'
Alucard grins at the sound of her question. Cocky child. 'I thought you had a new teacher Police Girl? I thought you didn't want my help anymore?' His taunting earns him a strangled sound from his fledgling as another voice rises from behind her, causing her to step forward, straight against his hard body. Her hands grip his coat and he feels an intense stab of sensation pass through him as she looks into his eyes, fire back on her tongue. 'That's not fair Master. What the hell are these bloody things?' The absence of a whine in her voice makes him proud, the potency of her glare, the coercing push of her unconscious flexing of power, widens his grin. 'You smell so good my Master.' Colour stains her cheeks as she pushes herself away from him, glaring at the shadowed figures. 'I'm going to kill whoever said that.' The statement, wafting from the darkness causes the elder vampire to roar with laughter. 'Oh Police Girl. You are surely the least boring entity I have ever encountered.' 'How DARE you!' 'I am NOT your plaything!' 'You will not mock me.' 'I hate you.' The last statement causes his gaze to lock with hers and the glowing eyes of the indistinct figures surrounding them burn scarlet, the same shade as her own. 'Police Girl.' Her name is a warning as her body tenses to attack. 'They are your thoughts, your many sides. Do not allow them to overpower you.' Seras gives an animalistic growl echoed by the beings that stretch deep into the shadows. Voices whisper all around them, some in agonised torment and others like fire. 'You will burn Master!' 'Don't play with me anymore.' 'You cannot control me.' The true Seras grins. 'I have grown Master and I don't care if you approve. I am my self and you cannot force me to be anyone else.' Her eyes smoulder and settle to a deep red, eerily matching her Master's. 'Take my hand Seras.' His white glove stretches forward to her. 'I will help you escape this.' All at once everything comes into focus and he watches as the figures merge to one. Her aura rolls off her like waves. 'No Master. I am here by my own choice.'
The deadly still vampire lets out a roar of pain as he staggers backwards, hitting the wall of his chambers. His red orbs flicker open and his glasses and hat solidify. "Damnable fledgling. Forcing your Master from your mind does not convey proper respect for one's elder." An evil grin plays across his handsome features. "However, since you want it the hard way… I will play your little game" His form dissipates and a cloud of tiny screeching bats phases through the roof of his basement room into the night sky; after pausing to terrorise a lone maid on his way up.
Consecro fights to conceal his anxiety. The table to which the female vampire is tied lies before his Mistress, the fledgling's form shrouded by a black sheet. "What is this surprise of yours?" Csont takes his place beside the cloaked midian and, with a sudden flourish, whips back the sheet for his Mistress. "I bring you a host Mistress."
Waiting in the darkness Seras uses her third eye to glean as much as she can. She has little else to do. From her vantage point she can feel the minds of three. Csont, Consecro and… another. The mind is distinctly female, but clamped tightly shut to her subtle prying.
His Mistress' fingertips brush lightly along Seras' arm and Csont struggles to quell the sharp tang of anticipation lest he rouse his Mistress' suspicion. "Really." There is pleasure written on his Mistress' face. "You boys shouldn't have." "She is a stunning specimen Mistress." With a grin, Consecro reaches to touch Seras' hair only to have his hand snapped violently away. "Don't touch her." His Mistress' hiss is a low warning and the vampire backs wearily away followed closely by Csont. "She is very comely." Their Mistress' eyes are fixed on the maiden vampire as if hypnotised. "She will make an excellent host."
"You want me to what?" Csont's eyes are pleading again, that look that stirs every maternal instinct Seras possesses. Consecro's rough voice cuts in. "You have to host her." His companion shoots him a glare, the endearing look fading from his eyes to be replaced with flashing anger. "Seras. Let me explain." His eyes fix back on hers. "Before she takes you we will administer a drug. It will allow you to keep your own mind. She will be weak for about half an hour after she possesses you." Consecro grins and cuts in, "That's when we attack. We'll strike together and drive her from your body."
Seras shivers as she sifts through the memories sitting so clearly in Consecro's mind. 'Surely if I can see them his Master will have no trouble…' Her thoughts fade as she comes across the memory of him administering the drug. 'Like an open bloody book. How can this vampire be three hundred years old…' Digging a little deeper, she find the minutes after her descent into unconsciousness.
"We've never used it on a vampire before Csont. How can we be sure?" His companion sniffs at his doubts, tenderly smoothing back the hair from her unconscious self's face. "Because…" he replies with a grin as he leans closer to the sleeping Seras. "She is a fledgling. Only her mind separates her from being a bloodthirsty ghoul, and only her purity prevented that from being destroyed." His face is close and he flicks a black tongue across her cheek. "The drug controls the body not the mind." "But Csont, it doesn't matter. Even if Mistress takes her, if we force her out of the body she will only take another. Maybe one of us." With a growl Csont suddenly lashes out at his comrade, drawing blood on the vampire's cheek. "Fool. She can only take a female. If nothing else it will buy us time. Besides…" His grin turns foul as he regards Seras' form, raking his eyes over her body. "We do not have to destroy her. We can simply keep her mind trapped in this body. Provided we keep up the supply of the drug, she will be eternally ours to control, an immortal slave."
Oh well, looks like there will be fourteen chapters after all. I actually have the last chapter half written though, so it should be up quickly. It all just got a little too long for one chapter.
Don't hesitate to prod me along though:) I really appreciate the time you all take to read and review. AND nothing makes me want to write more than your reviews, especially from you guys who take the time to send me constructive stuff.