Hellsing – Pickup Artist (Alucard)
Soundtrack: Ruiner – Nine Inch Nails
**AN: Insert standard disclaimer here – I own nada!
Seriously, who doesn't love a little over protective Alucard?
Boosting the rating on this because of language and situations, (and further chapters) Please review! every comment makes me better, :)
The raping of the innocent you know the ruiner ruins everything he sees
Now the only pure thing left in my f**king world is wearing your disease
Pickup Artist
Nobility might be faded, but it still had its perks.
Reggie tugged slightly on the tailored sleeve of his jacket and glanced across the crowded room. A throng of dancers moved together as if a single organism, twitching and swaying to the beat of a song he didn't know.
There were a few attractive girls, but most were too painted or too plain. Not that Reggie was overly picky, it's just that he had a standard to keep.
As he turned back to the bar, he noticed a black-haired doll sitting by herself and paused.
White leather boots clung to her legs, leaving only bare inches of creamy skin between their tops and the hem of a white lace mini-skirt. A matching white halter top left very little to the imagination and showcased her more than ample rack to his connoisseur gaze. Reggie thought the trendy little sunglasses and scarlet lipstick were a bit much, but they could easily be removed.
Like everything else she wore.
Reggie found himself walking down the bar without realizing it. "Hello!" he called over the pounding music.
The woman's painted mouth pulled up into an impish grin. "Hello yourself."
"I'm sorry, I…couldn't help but notice that you're alone."
"Not any more, you're here now."
Reggie swelled slightly, arrogance born of privilege was never far from him. He was handsome, noble and rich. The world was his to squeeze, much like this little doll's titties would be shortly…
Conversation was superficial, but didn't become stale. The young man was in his natural element and reveled in having a beautiful audience. She was at turns coy and at others a vixen. She was a challenge compared to his usual marks and Reggie was enjoying the game immensely.
In the middle of talking about how his father was going to revolutionize export trade, the woman plucked a cherry from her martini glass. She slowly lifted the fruit to her mouth and Reggie watched drops of red syrup stain her white gloves. His voice stuttered to a halt as he couldn't tear his eyes from the red spots on her fingers.
Game be damned. "Do you want to get out of here? To somewhere quieter?"
Her smile was bright and faintly stained with cherries.
"That sounds like an excellent idea."
-oOo-
Ten yards from the night club entrance was a narrow side street painted with neon light and thick shadows. The girl in white seemed to revel in the darkness, twirling a little happy dance as she led him farther from the crowds.
Reggie's hands wanted to be everywhere at once: down her shirt, up her skirt, in her sleek black hair. His pants were uncomfortably tight, but that would be taken care of soon. Maybe even more than once…
Contrary to his plans, Reggie found himself thrown against a masonry wall, feeling lightheaded from impact.
The woman stalked up to him with the easy grace of a predator. The trendy sunglasses she had worn all night slipped down her nose to reveal odd colored eyes. They were contacts, surely - they almost looked like they glowed, and that was impossible.
"What the fu—" he started, trying to catch his breath.
"You're Reginald Bolton, son of Lord Randal Bolton, are you not?"
Reggie stared at the woman, thoughts of her luscious body wiped from his mind in a wash of fear. "Oh, bloody hells! You're a kidnapper, aren't you?"
The laughter was wild and cruel. "Such a silly little boy you are!"
"Then what do you want? Money? Take it!"
The female in white leaned into him, a wicked gleam to her smile. "I just want to give you a message."
Reggie had never been afraid of a woman before, but his instincts were screaming that he was in great danger.
Locks of hair blacker than night began to rustle and twist as if in a stiff wind, but the air in the alleyway was flat and still. Reggie's eyes widened as the girl's form began to expand.
"I am here to tell you…" The sweet angelic voice he had listened to all night fell to a masculine rumble as the apparition reformed itself into a tall man. "That if you ever come near my Master, Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing, again…"
Reggie's legs turned to jelly and he slid down the wall until he was sitting in the mud. The noble shook in terror as a multitude of scarlet colored eyes began to open in the shadows around them.
"There will not be anything in this existence that will stop me from personally ensuring whatever is left of your bones will never be found." Some of the floating eyes stretched and became snapping mouths that strained toward the cringing human. "After I am done playing with you, of course."
The hellish leer full of sharp teeth was the last thing Reggie saw before wetting himself and passing out.
You had to covet what was mine, didn't you? Didn't you?
AN: Points to those who recognize the names!
The other bit I posted earlier this week was really short, so I figured I would push this one as well. The next installment for this is in the final polishing stages, so that will get posted in the next few weeks.