The Second Glass
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Authors Note: Alright this is my first Hellsing FanFic and I got the idea while watching Hellsing (duh).
The story as a whole will remain RATED M FOR LEMON.
Also I do not own Hellsing or any part of it.
Enjoy.
One Week Later...
Daniel wakes first, the world coming into focus slowly. He realizes that he is in his coffin, the cool damp scent in the air familiar to him. His hand moves slowly up, his fingertips trailing up the side of the coffin to the small latch that releases the lock on the lid. His entire body feels fuzzy, slow to respond as there is the soft click of the lid.
A soft light fills the coffin as he slowly lifts the lid. He lifts the lid all the way and lies still, letting his eyes adjust to the light and sounds. He can hear several sets of footsteps several floor above thier head, all moving seperately through the building. Voices whisper through the air, familiar scents reaching him through the still air. He can smell warm blood near him, the beat of a heart and the slight stirring of breathe as someone nears his coffin.
The bloodlust rises swiftly and uncontrollable, his hunger rising swiftly and he launches himself up from his coffin. There is a cry of alarm as he and the body slam into the wall and he throws himself back, just missing the thread as it wraps around his throat. He crashes into his coffin and over, him and the box tumbling to the ground. He squeezes his eyes shut and slams his fist into the stone floor. He can feel the thread around his throat tighten as he fights the hunger back.
"Do it Walter. I deserve it for nearly attacking you and i don't know if i can control it." Daniel says through gritted teeth.
To his surprise the string slackens than disappears and he jerks as he feels a soft, feminine hand thread into his hair. The hand grips his hair as a soft wrist is pressed to his lips and he can feel the warm coppery wetness of blood touch his tongue. Daniel lets out a groan and grips the offered wrist, his eyes closed in rapture as his hunger dims.
"Easy Daniel, not to much. Fresh blood is on it's way down now." Amanda murmurs softly to him as she runs her fingertips softly through his hair.
"So he's awake huh?" alex's voice says from somewhere behind Amanda. He feels sleep start to tug at him again but he shrugs it off, releasing Amanda's wrist and licking his lip clean before lifting his head. Amanda kneels beside him, looking pale and tired but alive as she smiles down at him. Daniel sits up and with Amanda's help gets to his feet, feeling a little wobbly but alive. Samuel sits across the room at a table, a large glass in his hand filled to the rim. Four more glasses are arranged in the middle of the table and Daniel immediately heads for them, picking up the nearest one and chugging it down. Behind him Amanda giggles.
"And that's why i said fresh blood is on its way down. I had a feeling you would be starving when you woke up. You've been out for a week."
Daniel stops, straing at Amanda.
"A week? I've been out for a week?" He asks. Behind him Walter nods.
"Indeed." Daniel glances between Walter and Amanda and grabs Amanda's arm.
"What about Seras?"
Next chapter is already started, i will try to have it up on Friday!