Disclaimer: I do NOT own the Hellsing manga, it all belongs to Kouta Hirano! I'm simply borrowing the guys a little, I will return them later.
A/N: Okay, so this is the first in my Blood of my Blood-series, something that I hope will expand sooner or later. It is also my first Fanfic, so please don't be too cruel with those reviews, okay?
Title: Blood of my blood: Fledgling
Pairing: Seras/Pip & Serucard
Author: damienalhambra
Rating: M for light graphic violence and stuff.
Summary: AU/AR. After feeding upon him in order to defeat Zorim, Seras cuts herself and places a small amount of her own blood in Pip's mouth. What happens when Pip returns and finds out about Seras new bond with Alucard?
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Thoughts
Telepathy
"Speak"
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She was beautiful, so very, very beautiful, his mignonette, his Draculina.
Seras.
He whispered her name into the cold darkness that was consuming him. Her bite had not hurt a bit, in fact, it had been pretty nice, especially so since her mouth was in his neck all the time, doing those fabulous little sucks to drain him of blood.
Yet another thing I won't live to experience again. Merde, Pip Bernadette, tu est la plus grande fou de tout de mond!
His sight was slipping, and the room seemed to begin to spin. Seras was finishing Zorim off by dragging her against the wall, face first, before slamming her hand through the illusionist's heart and turning her into a neat pile of ash. She then looked up at Pip's now cold body, fighting back a sob as she did.
Non, girly, don't cry. I'm alright, you just go ahead and live for us both.
Seras seemed to get an idea, and put a finger in her mouth. Biting it lightly, merely enough to draw blood, she knelt before him and put her finger in his mouth, dripping a few drops of blood on his tongue. Pip involuntarily swallowed, a little shocked by her actions, but Seras didn't notice. She got to her feet and turned around, walking slowly down the hall. Stopping for her Harconnen, she cast a last glance at Pip's body and walked away, desperately trying to stop the tears that came rolling down her cheeks.
"Officer Victoria! Do you read me? Come in Victoria!"
Seras grabbed the radio. She was panting of exhaustion after killing of three dozens of Millenium vampires, including one of their officers, a particularly persistent bastard that had even been able to dodge several of the bullets that she'd fired upon him.
"Victoria here, Sir! Targets have been confirmed and eliminated. That's three dozens less to worry about!"
"Well done, but we still need you to clear up the outskirts of the mansion. Big Red will join you soon."
"Master? But I thought that he was at Piccadilly, battling the Battalion?"
This rubbish can hardly be considered a true battalion, Police Girl her master's voice was sounding slightly annoyed and rather bored, perhaps as a reaction to the fact that he was slaughtering the enemies by hundreds a minutes, the Vatican forces also feeling the wrath of his undead minions, I'm looking forward to see if the blood of that mercenary has improved your abilities.
Maaaaster she whined mentally, preparing for a scold that never came, but instead she heard the low, rumbling voice of his chuckling in his head.
You should have gotten past that whining by now, Seras Victoria his voice was full of amusement. I thought you were ready to leave your fledgling status by now and enter the ring of True Undead, but that is of course a choice you have to make for yourself.
Seras shrugged. Drinking her master's blood? Well, if he gave it up to her like Pip had done, maybe there wouldn't be a problem. But that would also mean that she would sacrifice her last piece of humanity…
By the way, Police Girl she winced, so much for the "calling by name"-part, I think that I should inform you off the fact that you can only raise fledglings once you are a True Nosferatu yourself. However, if any creature contains your blood, and you have fed upon it, when you are turned, it will automatically become your fledgling. And yes, I know what you did to Pip, and I will not tell Integra. I was young once too, belive it or not. At the end, the mental voice had seemed almost…sympatric.
The last piece of information was, however, more then enough to balance the scales in favour of drinking Alucards blood, at least for Seras. She pictured her master's long, red-clad figure in her mind and summoned her familiars. The dark void surrounded her for a mere second before he could capture his red gaze with her own. He smiled his trademark smirk and said, not without a hint of amusement in his tone:
"I guess you couldn't wait either, could you, Police Girl."
"My name…" she hissed, fangs elongated "is Seras Victoria!"
As she sunk her fangs into his neck and began sucking out the very essence of his unlife, he laughed a long rumbling laugh before pushing her hair aside and sinking his own fangs into her own, tender flesh. Their blood mixed in a gesture of pure animalism and seizure of power, and a feeling of terror swoop across all who witnessed, even Sir Integral Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing, who was currently stationed in a church nearby along with the rests of the Vatican Section Thirteen. The vampires withdrew from each other, panting heavily for a breath they didn't need, and looked at the other one as if it was the first time they saw each other.
"Thank you, Seras Victoria, for sharing your blood in this bond with me. Thank you, my bride!"
"The pleasure was mine…Vlad Tepes Dracula, he who is now known as Alucard! My count, I will always stand by you in battle, but my heart belongs to someone else, and I must see to him now."
"Then go, my bride, but know that you are forever bound to me."
At the same time, at the Hellsing manor, Jean Pip Bernadette awoke with a killer headache and a feeling that something wasn't right with his body. He ran his tongue over his teeth and discovered…
Canines?
Surprised was the least you could call Pip at the moment, but after a few seconds thought, it all dawned on him.
Damn, mignonette, you sure couldn't let go, could you? Very well, cherie, I'm not one to complain, there are worse companies to spend eternity with. Vive la morte!
And with those thoughts, his head fell back as a hysterical laugh escaped his throat. He couldn't stop it; in fact, he welcomed it, it made more sense then the entire situation all together.
When Seras came for him about an hour later, he still hadn't stopped laughing…
TBC
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So, waddaya think? Am I a complete sucker, or am I a hidden genius? Remember, this is only the beginning, Pip is gonna get it sooooo hard in the next few chapters (laughs maniacally).
By the way, I know that both my grammar and spelling sux ass. I'm a bloody Swede, for Christ's sake! I can hardly speak English, let alone write it…
Please feed the plot bunny! No bunny No story! The bunny likes both nice reviews and flames, they warm my bunny's ass during the cold, Swedish winters.