Micul Meu Vena: My Little Vein
By: Methodical Madness
Disclaimer: I own nothing of the Hellsing Series, only parts of the plot and the original characters.
Whisper One: Rebirthing
My bleating, dying heart was thudding in my chest, like a faithful race horse trying to finish a losing race.
She had set the knife down, leaving the room.
My body started piecing itself together, for some reason. I don't know why, or even how it was possible. I watched as my exposed areas of bone were covered in flesh and sinew, veins wrapping and sealing where they had been broken. I had just been admiring their lovely shade of blue when my tormentor returned.
She pulled in a cart, covered with a black velvet sheet. She gave me that smile that I despised, and whirled the sheet off with a flourish
Oh my...
"Foxes...?" I murmured confusedly.
She came over and tucked a strand of bloody hair behind my newly-reformed ear. Something snapped in me, and it took all of my control not to bite off her hand.
"Yes. Foxes. You're going to need strong familiars..."
I had absolutely no idea about what she was talking about. Familiars? In what sense...?
It was then that I noticed something that probably could have helped me in the past.
Two, tiny, sharp fangs poking out from her smile.
"You aren't human." I mumbled, intentionally making myself sound slow. If she underestimates me, then I'll be able to give my soon-to-be-savior a hand. Or two. Or four, if I take hers...~
'I lie here paralytic
Inside this soul
Screaming to you till
My throat is numb'
I mentally shook myself. No, bad-... What's my name? Am I supposed to have one? Okay, stop with the trivial thoughts! Focus!
She gave a delighted little giggle. I was disgusted.
"Oh, yes!" She leaned over me, taking a deep whiff. Good, I hope it poisons you, you...! I once more reined in my seething.
"I've never noticed before- How delicious you smell..."
Oh, boy... Gotta improvise.
"Why foxes?" I asked blankly. Hey, I'm a better actor than I originally gave myself credit for! Then again, her lack of wariness around me is most likely to be the source of her undoing...
I was slowly regaining my personality, I realized. I was no longer in the voice-induced stupor, and the pain was almost gone. I'm winning, and backup is going to be here before she knows it...
"I pick the foxes out, had them hunted down, just for you. They remind me of you. You are... The most vulpine human I have ever met- Or killed." She smiled, seeming giddy and excited at the prospect- The prospect of what, I didn't know.
Wait, she killed me? Then how am I still here...? Jeeze, I'm way out of my league, here! I have to make sure that I don't slip up, though. This little spur-of-the-moment thing could blow up in my face quite easily. Not like I'd even feel it, anyway.
"Now," she instructed in her version of a gentle voice, "I need you to sip the blood of all of them. Enough for it to be recognized, but not too much that you won't have enough room in your stomach." A pat was given to my cheek.
What? Is she serious? No lie? Oh, oh my... I have to find a way out of this. I really do. All this talk of drinking blood...
If I had any color to me, I must have lost it.
"Vampire... You're a vampire, aren't you?"
'I wanna break out, I need a way out
I don't believe that it's gotta be this way
The worst is, the waiting
In this room I'm suffocating'
I was taking a chance, this I knew. If she thought that I had even the slightest form of clear thinking, this whole ruse would be over. Okay, deep breaths- If I'm even breathing, anyway- now, and calm down the nerves. But they refused to settle, and I was afraid that my sudden bout of energy would give me away. Ach, okay, shutting up now. There's no way she can figure out what we're doing. At all.
She gave a delighted little laugh. Keeping the homicidal impulses took a little doing, but it wasn't nearly as hard as it had been earlier. The clarity of mind brought about the clarity of anger, too- But good things come to those who wait, and oh had I waited...
"Yes, yes... And, you're merely a human, albeit a modified one. You'll age and die, just like the rest of them. You must ascend to the level of power I have, or even higher. But, remember, if you do..."
She reached into the cage and handed me the first fox, a white one. It's fur was like ice, shards of crystallized moisture so finely detailed that it was soft to the touch That it bent under my skin, that it gently brushed against my fingers as it struggled weakly. I shushed to it, stroking it tenderly and apologizing fervently to it. Please, please forgive me for doing this to you...
"... that I was the one who got you that far."
That coward! She is using me for not only her own twisted reasons, but to pull her up in rank as well! I don't believe it!
I slowly started laughing, though I don't think she heard. What am I saying? Of course I believed it!
She had peeled me apart, rearranged my organs, shifted bones, all without the benefit of an anesthetic.
Though, she had to give me something or other, otherwise I would be a bloody mess on the table right now. Maybe to clot the bleeding? Maybe to promote the regrowth of the tissues? Whatever they were, they hadn't stopped the pain. No, not even stunted it. Not even dulled.
The undead witch I had for a captor gave me a knife.
I cut it's snowy neck briskly, and quickly pressed my mouth onto the wound. Blood squirted from the corners of my mouth, and I nearly gagged. My sense of taste was renewed, but I, of course, had the luck of having something very unpleasant pour down my throat. For the first thing tasted in such a long time, it was rotten.
I took but a mouthful. I was still human, so it wasn't as if I was obliged to like it.
I jerked the creature's body away from me. It's eyes were rolled back, and a bit of blood dribbled from it's muzzle.
So, almost like a factory production line, she handed me fox after doomed fox. I took smaller gulps each time, until I was taking mere sips. I was actually tempted to spit a little out, but she watched me like a hawk. Damn vampires and their superior eyesight!
'Feel your presence
Filling up my lungs with oxygen
I take you in
I've died'
Suddenly, I felt it. It was him. My savior. I rejected the last one, pretending to feel sick. Her yellow eyes were glowing in hunger.
Before I knew it, I was thrown on the ground, and a hand held me down by my throat. What the hell? Was she going to bite me now? No! I have to stall a little bit longer! Just a little bit...
But, apparently, I didn't need to.
"I don't usually say the first words, but I feel compelled to tell you... You're terribly stupid."
Oh, it was him! My rescuer is here!
The dead woman hissed, head snapping up to see him. "Who the hell are you? How did you get in?"
I could've rolled my eyes and punched the stupid wretch. Why were people so dumb? Honestly? If she just reached out to sense him, she'd know he'd never need a door to gain entrance...
Clad in a charcoal Victorian suit, leather riding boots, long duster coat with a slight, flat ruffle off the shoulder, red cravat, and a set of orange glasses that gave me the urge to rip them off, he was pretty strange-looking. Not that I'd had many experiences with which to see the outfits of others...
And, in spite of the garb, his face was one handsome and grinning.
"You ask silly, human questions. My name? You don't need to know it. How I got in here? The wall, of course. I like the girl's questions better. She's wondering when you're just going to die already."
Suddenly, he was standing over me, holding the woman up by her arms. He slowly squeezed, and I heard the cracking of ribs.
'I lie here lifeless
In this cocoon
Shedding my skin cause
I'm ready to'
Blood spurted out of her mouth, splashing me slightly. I much preferred her blood staining my skin, than that of those innocent animals. Huh. Double standards, I suppose?
He drew his arm back, his forearm and hand flat in their tension, and he brusquely pierced her middle. His fingertips cleanly sliced through her, and he twisted his arm sharply.
I had been watching in a kind of morbid fascination, until I felt an old friend enter my body once more.
Pain erupted in my stomach, my flesh opened, innards busted, blood exploding out of me in an identical shower of bright red.
"Hehe, nothing new," I whispered with my voice, my voice with no sound. I looked to him, gazing through closed eyes.
I stood there, watching as the female swore, then smiled triumphantly. "Don't you see now? Every single thing you do to me effects her, also. See? She is mine in every way!"
Blood dripped from the gaping hole in my torso as I partially wondered why it wasn't healing, and what he was. Could he be a vampire, too?
Then, as if to answer my question, he grinned madly. Oh, yes, those are definitely fangs!
He disappeared, and a chin rested on my shoulder. Whoa, what's with the height? I felt the curve of his torso as he stooped.
Deeply inhaling by my neck, he murmured, "What do you think we should do with her?"
Is he serious? What a silly question! I mean, honestly. No, we'll just chain her up here until she shrivels and dies away. Heh, that'd take too long! And I've had more than enough of waiting.
"Kill her, of course."
His grin went wider, if it was even possible. And those gleaming fangs so close to my neck are making me antsy.
"Did you hear that, lowlife? Did you? She just passed judgement on you, and now you die. But, before you do, I'd like for you to know one thing: You can't change humans of the same gender, fool." He said, and I could have waited just a little bit longer, if only to hear him say those words again.
He propped a heavy gun in my hands, and held onto my forearms. "The kickback of this beauty can shatter your arms," he explained, as if I'd asked. Double damn vampires and their ability to read minds! "Take one shot, to the head or the heart."
I aimed. The moment I pulled the trigger, he sank his fangs deep into my neck. I tried to ignore the feeling as if he was pulling every single vein out by a pinprick hole, and the slight euphoria I was having in the meantime. It was contradiction if I'd ever known it, and it wasn't half bad.
"What are you called...?" I asked on a whisper, warmth seeping away as I surrendered it to him..
He made a maniacal fit of laughter- In my mind, of course.
"Monster."
'Rebirthing now
I wanna live my life
wanna give you everything
(Breathe for the first time now
I come alive somehow)'
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Eternally Yours,
Methodical Madness