Chapter 2: Playtime
"So it would seem the little mouse wishes to play." He teased her and quicker than she could react, he grabbed her ankle and swung it hard across his body, causing her to lose balance and topple backwards, hitting her head against the door. He raised himself up and looked her once over, amazed she still held the same glare at him, before picking her up and throwing her across the room, satisfied in hearing something snap as she connected with the wall. When her body hit the floor, he thought that was it, but he watched even more amazed as she raised herself up, clutching a hand to her side and turned to glare at him some more, with a menacing smile which could rival his.
"Is that all you've got? Hellsing's greatest weapon, can't even knock a girl over properly? Pathetic." She laughed cruelly at the last word and wasn't even fazed when a small amount of blood poured from a small cut on the inside of her mouth. He was however. He hadn't eaten his packs yet and the small drop looked like a river to him and he lunged for him. He had her pinned to the wall, one hand around her neck and the other at her free hand, whilst his other trapped the one still clutching her obviously broken side. Anger, Passion and hunger consumed him and he let his tongue wander out of his mouth and began to hungry lap up the small trail, which had left her lips and had fallen to her chin. He sucked it eagerly and noticed that two small drops had fallen on her collarbone. He lapped them up until they were gone and had pulled up to see if the girl underneath had fainted for she was still throughout this entire process. Instead he saw her face heavily blushed, her lips slightly parted and her eyes lightly shut. When he had positioned himself a few centimetres to make sure she was breathing, she opened her eyes and his gaze met the blood red ones, glazed with lust. He jolted back slightly but she swiftly corrected their positions and crashed her lips to his, bumping their fangs together and hungrily forcing her tongue into his mouth. He would have pulled back, if it wasn't for that fact her mouth was still bleeding and her forcing her tongue into his made him taste it. Taste her. He eagerly sucked and licked the inside of her moist cavern, his body pressing against hers not of his own free will. He regained his sense when he felt her still for a second, realisation having dawned on her at what she was doing and a small pain pulled him swiftly off her. The nun was staring at him shocked and the hand that was holding her side was now entwined in the back of his hair. She had unconsciously been massaging his scalp and when she finally came to her senses, she pulled him away as she was trapped against the wall. The silence in the room was painfully thick and the only sound that broke it was her sharp intake of breath as she pushed him off. He stumbled back one step, then regained composure, allowing her room to move. She darted for the door, but she fell to the floor instead, gasping at the pain her side was igniting, having been a little distracted earlier to do anything about it. She thought he would laugh cruelly at her and indeed he did, but before she could get up and punch him in his face, her weight was suddenly picked up and thrown onto the bed, not gently but not enough to really be seen as cruel. She glared at the space she thought he would be but found him closing the door. He nodded towards an item on the bed before grinning at her and blowing her a kiss, mocking her. He shut the door as a glass of water was thrown at his direction and didn't see her scream but could hear her through the wood. He heard her shuffle and used his third eye to watch her reluctantly tear open the box of painkillers he left her and smirked at her having to take them without water, making her gag slightly. He walked silently to his own room, all the while licking his lips and remembering how she tasted; Sweet, yet sour. A mixture of different tastes that he craved. 'Oh this is going to be fun.' He thought as he removed his jacket and entered his room.