"Alu-card?" She whispered weakly. Hardly above a whisper, but his vampire ears picked up on it. She was a fighter, she didn't want to die. Wasn't ready to die. With everything she'd been through he was the constant that kept her going, her only hope. Without him she would've surrendered long ago to her uncle's will, using her as he saw fit. But Alucard was here, as was she. She felt faint. Dying. That's what her heart told her.
Eyes rolling back in her head, body going limp, Seras felt a darkened tunnel rush to meet her. "No, Seras! You can't go. Not yet. It's not your time", he protested, gently shaking her. He sighed with relief as her brilliant blue eyes opened hesitatingly. "Why?" A simple question to which Alucard knew the reason she asked.
Holding her in his arms, his voice husky with emotion, "I have a question to ask of you. Stay awake, Seras", he urged, " for I need your consent. If its not given then I'll be forced to watch you die, and I can't witness your death for the second time! I can't and I won't", he finished.
"Ask it, then." Her feminine voice, soft and faint, fading into nothing. His face mere inches from hers, he told her, "I love you Seras and I have since the moment I laid eyes on you. This is the second time I've had the pleasure of knowing you. The first: as Lucy Westenra, many years ago." Her eyes widened in surprise, "You mean...the Lucy that died, came back as a vampire and who her fiance killed her along with the vampire hunting group in the story 'Dracula', Lucy? That Lucy?"
Sadly smiling he replied, "Yes." Finding a little more strength Seras tried to sit up, but weakly fell back against the strength of his arms. "What would you ask of me?"
Stroking her cheek, "Would you come with me, Seras? Come into the night, forsake the light and forever walk by my side?" Seras in her confusion asked him, "Why would you need my consent?" Memories aglow, burning, in his eyes, he chuckled, "You would have to be inquisitive just like her, wouldn't you? It was a rule set forth by myself and Hellsing after my capture. Never would I bring an unwilling, uninformed human into my world. Therefore I must have your assent or it cannot be done."
"Seras, nevermore will you walk the daylight. Night will be your freedom, daylight- your death. You must ingest blood to survive. Integra provides that for me as I'm not permitted to drink from a mortal unless she deigns it necessary. I'm sorry to say that it's likely she'll expect the same from you." His eyes burned fiercely. "But think of the things you'll do, we'll do! Your strength will grow exponentially, you'll have nature and all it's elements and not to mention creatures, human and animal, to do your bidding! And last of all...you'll have me."
Her body wracked with pain she smiled. "And what I could do to you, too", she teased, tensing, her petite frame shook with coughs that sounded as if they'd tear her chest apart.
The words no sooner left his mouth, her eyes gazed at him, fingers glided along the planes of his masculine face, she instantly gave her mission. A smile stretched across her lips, once pink now turning blue, her life ebbing as the sea's tides, her voice quietly affirmed the option he believed she'd take.
"I freely give you my consent, Alucard. Do what is needed, only don't let me die." Her small fingers clutched his dark, red lapels tightly, clinging to him for the life he offered; one she couldn't turn down. She wanted to be with him and this was her last opportunity. Life was fading fast. Her decision made she listened as Alucard listed the pro's and con's quickly, every bit aware that her spirit's anchor was fleeting, every moment dimming. Her tears streaked down her face, its color no longer pale, but gray.
"Please, Alucard, don't let me go!" Holding her he vowed fiercely, "I won't. I'll never let you go again." Relieved he'd received her consent and so quickly he wiped away the beading sweat from her brow, "Seras, relax and let me along with my instincts take our course. I'll make this as enjoyable as I possibly can. You've suffered enough."
"We both have", she countered, "now finish it. I'm tired of waiting!"
Startled, Alucard felt a tug in his mind, guiding him to a memory he deemed forbidden, even to himself. Once upon a time, Lucy had said those very same words! Unfortunately, they'd also doomed her, sending her to a premature death. He'd damned Hellsing and all those involved, and now he was damning the Vatican for their persistant interference; almost causing him to lose her for a second time.
Calling up every last bit of her strength, Seras sat up. Stroking his face, gazing lovingly into his crimson eyes, she stated quietly, "My beloved Count, take what I offer and give me of yours in return." His eyes widened as she looked at him, mixtures of Seras and Lucy staring at him, prepared to fulfill the love that he'd been longing for; yet forced to endure unbearable sadness for centuries, emptiness compounding with loneliness. And finally the end was in sight. All this time. And she was really here, in his arms, his mind recognized happily.
Tenderly, Alucard leaned in, the coolness of his lips pressing hers, once warm, their warmth passing into coolness, falling into death's waiting embrace. Gently pushing back the edges of her shirt amidst her small moans, Alucard kissed the tip of her chin making his way to the faint pulse at her throat.
Red orbs stared at her fading, slowing beat. Hypnotized by the ever weakening sound Alucard distracted Seras by a memory of their brief, satisfying past together. She'd already dreamed of it while in the hospital, her subconcious leading the way, opening her mind; reminding her of who she used to be. Giving a gentle push to her mind, he fed her moments that reflected easily on their love, the ease with which they'd connected; forgetting those who he considered as her traitors. He wanted her to remember the good times, the heat in his touch as his fingers lightly skimmed across her bare flesh, the moon overhead, it's bright, iridescence beaming over shadowed planes, bearing witness to their growing seduction and eventual fall. He wanted her to remember everything good and perfect that they'd shared.
Memory/flashback...
Unable to catch her breath she fought against the seduction occuring; knowing her will wouldn't last much longer. If she were truly honest with herself, she didn't want to. Didn't want to resist the man with long, dark hair, tall, powerful build, eyes to command at will. A man that appeared to know her better than she knew herself, a piercing gaze to delve inside; leaving nothing for her to hide, or even try. She'd lost the will to fight it all. She'd become his, easily, wantonly, forgoing what any and all others thought of their relationship, she cared not.
Leisurely, he slipped one of the gauzy white nightgown sleeves from a pale, thin shoulder. Nipping it gently with his teeth, his pride swelled as she swallowed hard, excited by his touch, the blond performed her own experiment, pulling him down to her level she kissed him. Shy and demure yet quickly gaining the knowledge she sought. It felt so right, she thought. He felt so right.
The triumphant gleam in his eyes burned brightly as he read her uncloaked thoughts. His cool lips met her ivory skin so soft as his hands tenderly held her close. Her skin, milky and flawless, would remain forever, a testament to the light she'd be forced to abandon. The beautiful rays would never again caress her skin, highlighting her blond hair or light up the almost indescribable blue in her eyes, seemingly making them glow. Never again would she experience the warmth it had to offer for her skin would be cold, though her heart would be as the sun itself, warmth and joy as it had always been.
The heat of the moment took over, Lucy completely under his spell begged him to take her, make her his. Smirking, he had his consent, and he intended to do just that. The beautiful blond would be his from this night and every night forth.
Very few words passed between the lovers. Only raw, unbridled heat as it coursed through them simultaneously, his mouth whispered words she couldn't make out, and suddenly, a piercing pain broke the thin layer of flesh at her throat. Abruptly the pain gave way to pleasure as she realized never before had she experienced anything like it. A foggy haze fell across her vision, obscuring it with a white veil of unpenetrable, whispy smoke.
Drawing her close, he stood and whispered, "Good night my sweet, Lucy." Allowing the fog to wash over him, he disappeared within it's concealing confines, Lucy sleeping peacefully, blissfully unaware in his arms.
End flashback...
Holding back at the last moment, Seras protested, asking worriedly, "Will it hurt?" The thought of having to withstand any more pain made her weary, uncertain if it was something to be borne or not. His next words cemented her will, recollecting that any pain suffered for him was worth it, truly worth it.
"Not if I can help it", he replied, trying to assure her there was nothing to be frightened of. Even Lucy had suffered that emotional malady. "You'll feel the initial bite, but afterwards there'll be nothing but pleasure, I swear to you. I wouldn't lie to you, Seras. Especially about this."
Her breaths now harsh gasps and wheezes wouldn't allow her to speak further. Her blue eyes stared directly into Alucard's blood-tinted ones, smiled gently and nodded. It was time and she'd reaffirmed her position.
"Alright", he whispered, "it's time."
Gathering her even closer, his hat, duster and shirt disappeared in a blink. Touching his lips to hers briefly, he mesmerized her with his beguiling eyes, and he bent towards the pale expanse of skin at her neck. Before she could surface from his spell, he quickly bit down, her intake of breath strangulating, fighting to subdue the instantaneous discomfort.
Small hands clutched at his bare shoulders, her fingers digging into flesh and muscle. All to soon her grip relaxed. Pain gave way to pleasure as he'd told her. She felt almost euphoric as she lay in his arms dying just to be with him. Seras couldn't stop the minute sounds of pleasure eminating from her throat as he suckled her neck; ingesting her warm blood, enabling him to rapidly bring her to his world. She'd be safe, this time. And if not...he swore that this time he'd follow her in death, if it came to that.
"A-lu-card...", her eyes wide, Seras felt her pumping heart slow drastically, nearing it's final dying stages. She was so weak, incredibly weak. Her limbs heavy, her arms dropped from his taut arms and shoulders falling beside her to rest at her side. She tried to think, but her mind...numb. She could feel nothing. No ensuing panic, no rushing thrill, she could only feel him and how much she loved him. Seras sighed in bliss, aware her time was at an end. And she was certain Alucard knew as well.
Tongue flicking across the twin wounds on the column of her neck, Alucard instantly healed them knowing it was now or never. "Seras, this is your last chance to escape an eternity of nights, nevermore to see the sun. This is the precipice. After this...there can be no turning back." Weakly she whispered, "I won't leave you. You are my last chance."
Her words touched him so deep inside. He'd spent so much time honing his cold bad-assed attitude that he'd wondered if he possessed any human-like feelings. If anything like them remained within his icy enclosures. To keep from forcing her body to sit up he created a slit in his wrist, placing it against her mouth; urging her to drink in order to save her life.
Without hesitation a tugging, sucking sensation occurred at the wound. Good. She was drinking without thinking. May that be one instinct that'll always remain, he thought. Some rejected the idea of taking blood after their initial turning, even Lucy had had to adjust her line of thinking and hopefully Seras wouldn't.
"Seras, you have to stop", he whispered before pulling his wrist back. His eyes glowed at her small protests as he licked the cut, effectively halting the bleeding. "Sleep. You must sleep." Smiling at her bravery and courage, everything that was her, Alucard sent her to sleep, eager for her to wake a brand new creature.
So far, so good, he mused, watching the hours pass. Recognizing his body's signals warning him about the sun's rising, Alucard stretched then lay down beside Seras, succumbing to the undead's sleep. When he woke, Seras would be there, waiting.
Integra's office later that afternoon...
Pouring his employer a cup of tea Walter asked, "Do you think he went through with it?"
"Fairly certain of it", she replied.
Taking a sip of her favorite tea Integra wondered what she'd do with two vampires. Of course, Seras could always be implemented into Hellsing, sent on missions and such. She did have extensive training from being a Police girl and then from the Vatican. She was relieved that she wouldn't have someone completely green on her hands when it came to weapons, ammo and martial arts, for protection purposes only, not that she needed it. Hell, she felt sorry for the idiot stupid enough to try and touch Seras. For they didn't know Alucard as she did. He'd teach them the pleasures of pain and hell, only they'd never last long enough to suit the vampire. Never did.
Clearing his throat delicately, he stated calmly, "I'm sure everything went well with no problems, or so I'm assuming."
Smirking, she looked over the top edge of her glasses at him. "Walter, you remember what assuming does."
"Yes, Sir Integra, but that never stops Alucard, does it?" A gleam shining in his eyes, Walter could recount plenty of times that the mischievous vampire had assumed things and well...he looked like an ass when it happened, not that anyone would comment for fear of their throats being ripped out.
"Prime example, Walter. Never assume anything, or take anything for granted."
"I agree."
Walter glanced out the windows behind her. "Ah, it seems we're just in time. We're about to find out just how well Alucard and Miss Seras got along last night."
He watched as the sun dipped lower and lower until it's light was shadowed by night, darkness enveloped the land wrapping it in a surreal stillness.
Both humans were startled as Alucard's voice slipped from the darkness. "Master, Walter, good evening. I've brought someone to meet you." He gestured and Seras stepped from the blackness, her skin paler than before, eyes as crimson as her master and lover's. A strong arm wrapped around her slim waist screaming the male vampire's possessiveness. She inclined her head saying, "It's nice to see you again, Sir Integra, Walter." Alucard looked on, his pride deep and evident in the way in which he stared at her. It seemed even the infallible Alucard couldn't keep his eyes off her.
Replying in kind, Integra and Walter could only stare at her beauty, ethereal and haunting. The cool blond recovered herself enough to say, "Seras, it's nice to see you again as well and...welcome to Hellsing."
A/N: Back to you Ludifer for more fun...