Author's Note - Okay, I sort of lied. I thought I would be cranking out chapters like some writer's factory. But, sadly, I was mistaken. I've been a little bit lazy and had a bit of writer's block the last couple of days, so I do apologize for not getting this out sooner. I guess walking within three feet of an old house where nine murders and a suicide have occured - resulting in a possible and rather interesting haunting - sort of jolted the writer's block right out of me. Believe me, it was the creepiest thing I've done so far. But I just had to get a recording of it on my camcorder. Nothing interesting on the tape, but I plan to go back a third time to see if I get anything "paranormal" I guess. Sorry, ranting again. Here's the disclaimer - I do not own Hellsing or any of the characters within this fic. All characters belong to their rightful owners. Enjoy.
Walter had never really understood the full concept of true starvation. Not up till now anyway. Sure, he had gone without several times in his human life, but he had always managed to salvage some sort of food within forty-eight hours of when he had ate last, one way or another. In several situations, before the orphanage had picked him up at the age of fourteen, he had almost had to resort to selling his body just to receive a coin or two. Those had been close calls, but he had never needed to get any farther than snogging with some desperate or perverted individual. A small stroke of luck really, when he looked back on those desolate times. But starvation, the true deprivation of sustenance, of needed energy, that is what he had never experienced before. And it was possible that his more hyper-sensitive vampiric system was causing more suffering to his body, both physically and mentally, than his old body would have originally.
It was almost pitiful.
He lay on his back on the floor - for some odd reason he simply couldn't stand the feel of the bench anymore - staring up at the ceiling with dazed eyes. His mouth felt so dry. Hell, quiet a bit of him felt too dry. His tongue, his eyes, his skin, his lungs which he had not yet broken the habit of breathing, and especially his veins. They, the components of the intricate system that carried his "life" source through him, were the driest of them all. And the dryness was followed by a faint burning sensation. Overall, the whole experience was bearable though annoying, even if it had lasted four days. He knew he could endure for a moderately longer timeframe before his body would begin to collapse on itself, shrivel but never die. But the ordeal was still very painful. Still very... depressing would be the best way to summarize it.
' It must be two hours after sunset. For their sakes, they had better not make me wait much longer,' he thought, feeling rather irritated. He let out a sigh, kept himself from grimacing as his dry lungs protested, and ran his hands up his face to his hairline. He had always wondered how Alucard had been so eerily calm, when, twenty years ago, he had been dragged down into the dungeons. And now it perplexed Walter even more. How he could have kept from making even a single portest, how he could have taunted those who had restrained him to the walls of his cell, how he could have been so utterly at ease, how he could have continued to arrogantly smirk at them all as always, as if it were some joke he had pulled on them and they didn't even know it... It still baffled him. It still made him envious. It seemed alot of the things about the nosferatu made him that way.
Letting out a small grunt, he sat up. Something was a little off, he was sure of it. He felt a sort of disorientation, his mind was mostly clear yet so unattached to him. He shook his head softly and leaned forward till he rested on his knees, one hand with its fingers splayed out acroos the stones. Perhaps he had slightly underestimated as to exactly how unexperienced his new body was. This most likely the case. He had had almost no opportunities to find out how far he could push his limits, which he reluctantly had to admit he still had. ' Such a waste,' he thought. ' I didn't wait for over four decades for this form just to have it lie motionless... Unfed...'
He shifted his weight on his knees. The floor had begun to jab into his legs uncomfortably, which didn't ease the slight burning sensation in his body. " Damn you, Integra. Enough wasting my time. Deliver the blood already!," he growled. His voice was a tad hoarse. It had been four days, and he had waited. He didn't want to wait any longer than he had to, however. Walter shuffled carefully to the bars and leaned towards them, tuning his sense of hearing for any sign of a familiar draculina. He waited there for awhile. A minute went by. Then five. Then fifteen. Then twenty. Still nothing. He waited some more. Another ten minutes dragged by. Twenty more. Thirty more. It was outrageous. Walter growled again. " You stupid broad, Integra. Hurry up! I'm bloody sick of starving."
It must have been no more than ten seconds after he had cursed that his sense of smell suddenly snapped to his attention. It was a scent coming from a ways off from behind the door. He shifted to sit back on his heels and sniffed the air. It was a very... ravishing smell, it was the only way he could have put it. It was still faint but it was certain that it was becoming more pungent, thicker...closer. Walter sniffed again and gave his bottom lip a small nibble. Yes, he knew that smell. If he could only recall as to what or who it belonged to. The smell of death, of some poisonous perfume, a smell that was predomiantly copper. Yet it echoed something feminine, the opposite trait of the exact same smell he had experienced an intraceable amount of years ago. Oh. Of course. She had finally come.
Walter hardly noticed his breathing become deeper, like a slow pant, eager to absorb what he could of the scent. Now he could here her footsteps echoing down the hall. The smell of blood was three times as strong as the last time she had delivered a blood packet, and he suddenly realized that he was literally going mad. Not much, if that made any sense at all to him or anyone, but just enough to tangle his nerves and thoughts into a small mess. A surprsingly relaxed mess. He couldn't think straight it seemed. His logic was becoming flawed.
He bit his tongue before he licked his lips, slowly standing up. His muscles felt both tensed and completely relaxed at the same time. He as so thirsty... He had never felt this thirsty, ever. The smell was becoming intoxicating. His mouth was on the verge of watering. ' God, what has happened to my compsure,' he thought idley. When the door at the end of the corridor swung open ,and a gust of fresh air breifly brushed over the dungeons, he didn't quiet care anymore. As Seras approached his cell, it finally dawned on Walter that she had fed. Fresh from the host in fact, he could smell it on her. The still-warm blood was seeping through her system, thus the intoxicating scent she was unconciously giving off, and the smell of the blood just waiting for him within the plastic in her hand only tried his patience further.
She stopped in front of him just within reaching distance. She looked over him once in a speculative and angry manner, then scoffed. He watched the color of her hair as it glinted barely in the darkness of the dungeons ,as she shook her head, the only light being at the other end of the corridor. If he had ever noticed such little but provacative things about her as these before, he couldn't remember when. " If you actually learned your lesson, I doubt you'll be soiling anymore of Sir Integra's rooms from here on out," she murmmured. He didn't quite process the words she had just said, his head wouldn't stop spinning from the smell. Aaahhh, that smell...
Seras shook her head again as he continued to stare without a word. " You almost look pitiful. So pathetic." She finally stepped forward and stuck the blood bag just inside the bars, making it bob softly as she twirled her wrist. The things her little movements could do to him and his half-crazed mind. " Here. I guess you've waited long enough." Walter moved almost sluggishly as the fingers of one of his hands wrapped around the flimsy plastic, then drew it back into his prison as she let it slide into his grasp. He gave her a glance. His mind was racing now, coming up with plan after plan to make her his own. It was very curious at how quickly his twisted and hungry mind could come up with so many ideas in so little time. He finally settled on the quickest and perhaps most fruitful plan of action.
" I starved myself more than four times longer than you - and willingly - and yet you certainly look more worse for wear." She made a scoffing noise again, and shrugged. " Funny how things work out." Walter only partially understood what she was saying. His brain was too busy firing off, preparing for action. He was only a little curious as to why she hadn't expected anything yet... He idley pulled out the built in straw of the packet and hesitated on removing the cap. He wanted to drink it so badly, but knew he wouldn't have his chance at her if he did. The scent was consuming him now...
He felt her sum him up with her eyes again, heard her sigh. " I'll leave you to -" She was cut off and hindered from retreating as Walter finally sprung. It all happened in a few breif seconds. Snarling he dropped the medical blood and latched onto her wrist between the bars. She gave out a yelp of both surprise and outrage as she tried to yank her hand back. His firm, clawed grip was too firm however, and he yanked her back till she was pressed against the cell door, still snarling like some wretched beast. Holding her arm out as far as it could into the cell, he planted his other hand around the crook of her elbow as his fangs extended almost past his chin. He eyed the rivers in her wrist for only a small moment before he swooped down on the pale delicate flesh.
Walter's fangs only barely grazed the skin however, never sinking in nor even scratching as Seras quickly retaliated. In a flash her other hand darted into his prison, her gloved fingers winding tightly around several thick locks of his hair. Just as his fangs hardly touched her wrist, she gave a loud snarl of her own and yanked back smartly. There was a breif snap as his neck popped from the pressure, soon followed by the back of his skull slamming against two of the bars. His skin and hair sizzled for only a second, and he let out a gasp of surprise and slight pain, red glowing eyes going wide in shock. Before any of it could sink further into his concious Seras managed to kick him forward with the toe of her boot, and he sprawled onto the cold, unwelcoming floor.
Walter remained still for a moment before he shifted to his knees and shook his head. His skull had made a bit more impact with the silver than he would have liked. Behind him he heard Seras stifle a hiss of anger. Walter was certain that she would be rather bitchy now. He turned himself around to on his hind end, his elbows to prop him up as he let out a sigh. When he looked up at her, her face was on the verge of distortion, anger etched all over her features, her own red eyes glinting with fury. " I honestly didn't think you would be so incredibly stupid as to try something like that," she said through her teeth. " Obviously I was wrong."
He couldn't help but smile as he gave her wrist a quick look before locking his eyes back on her face with a subtley insane chuckle. " More like incredibly mad, darling," he practically drooled. He lifted the hand that had held her wrist, looking at the drops of blood on his fingers lovingly in a twisted manner. Then he looked at Seras again. " But more than worth it, wouldn't you agree," he inquired with an odd giggle before giving the pointer finger a long, slow, luxurious lick with his serpent like tongue. He never looked away from her as he licked it clean, trying to surpress a wide grin as her lips curled into a snarl.
No doubt trying her best to refrain from going into the cell and slaughter him, she turned away with a hiss, slamming the door to the dungeon quiet loudly in her anger. Walter gave a half-laugh half-moan of satisfaction as he moved on to the middle finger and began twirling the blood into his mouth. ' I believe I enjoy this madness,' he thought, reveling in the sweet, coppery and tangy taste of his possible lover. He lay back onto the floor, continueing to taste every trace of her. ' I think she does, too. Every one lusts for a little craziness, don't they,' he wondered. Walter made a mental note to himself to ask her when he finally had his way with her.
Author's Note - I know, it's short again. But I still have a tiny bit of writer's block that I'm trying to get rid of. I tried to keep this from getting OOC and horribly kinky again, but I have a feeling that I failed. But if the kinky-ness is okay with you guys let me know. It'll still be awhile before I have proper grammar in my fics, so please be patient. Sorry that this is so late. I'll update this as soon as I can. Please review, and let me know about anything you find wrong with the fic. Thank you.