Whoooo! This story has reached 400 reviews?(!) Holy fudge that's seriously awesome. I can't thank you guys enough! :)) Meh those previous chapters really took a lot out of me. I'd never done so much plot-related stuff in a row. I tried so hard but i must have put you guys to sleep :( Well, no worries because everything is back to normal now. There were also lots of mistakes in the previous chapter too and I apologise, I did go back and edited it... still...I'm getting sloppy!
WARNING: Lemon. Yep, we're back to the lemony things which means Alucard's back to being a perv. He just can't seem to control himself in this story.
Leanne Van der Linde (aka Return to Bal'allan)
Alucard returned to the village of Bal'allan.
Five days ago, and his mate was lost to him. Ruby fell off the bridge after it detonated and broke apart; she was never found, presumed dead. Her parents had gone missing. Morris was hospitalised in intensive care. Joshua was still recovering. The missing people all over Britain were found at the tournament but most were dead, or had been turned to Ghouls; when Hellsing's backup arrived, they spent the rest of the time cleaning up the newly-abandoned island and exterminating the newly-formed Ghouls that had been victims of a domino effect. Morris' Bowie knife was also missing.
He knew Ruby would be a target yet this happened.
He let it happen. He put her into the hands of Morris and this happened. Not that it was Morris' fault but Alucard believed he should have brought Ruby to safe hands himself. It was too late now. Reciting that fact over and over again in his mind, he'd withdrawn into an unhealthy slump, reverted back to his animalistic, predator ways that Integra and Walter were seen slathering runes with white paint on his basement door and walls, prohibiting means of exit while his rage overwhelmed him.
Then - he did not know how long has passed since but it felt like an eternity - he suddenly jerked out of a hazy sleep and sat up in his lonely throne with blood streaming down his face from the corner of his eyes, staring at the table on the ground which he'd destroyed and the smashed bottle of wine and the accompanying wine glasses.
He had picked up her scent. Now he found himself in Bal'allan.
Her scent came from there. Her scent simply re-appeared all of a sudden from nowhere, mysteriously and calmly but faintly, like a star in the deepest, darkest night; the odds of such an event were identical to finding a needle in a haystack. It was unmistakable…Of course it was…he'd been around Ruby long enough to become used to her scent.
And when he finally arrived at the village he visited not too long ago...
...things were a little…different.
The humans were out, working, talking and shopping, and even greeting him, not in Gaelic. He strolled through the village, watching the villagers bustle around. It wasn't like this current state a few days ago; he remembered when Seward and his fledging visited the village. People were terrified of them, or perhaps it was because they arrived at the village at night and no-one went out.
His master granted him permission to leave the mansion; by the time Ruby's scent resurfaced, everything seemed to have toned down and things were slowly returning back to normal, or what 'normal' is as normal was; Integra had relentlessly dealt with the Knights of the Round and their firing, probing questions, then she had to deal with the Commissioner and summarise a report of Hellsing's findings at the island. There were no bodies to be collected; all the missing people were to be remained missing forever, a white lie that would, in fact, harm many. Furthermore, she had to plan Hellsing's next move; Integra began researching corporations that experimented on vampires - she was startled to find at least a hundred or more on her database. At least it didn't appear as though the vampire Knights were going to launch an attack or any other form of devastating assault, since days had passed quietly and quickly. Perhaps they were recovering, too.
"I will allow you to investigate the village once more." She had said, as generous as his master could be at rare moments, "Then you are to return to the manor immediately after twenty four hours, and no more."
There was a lot to accomplish in twenty four hours.
Alucard moved past the village square and the surrounding amenity shops towards the Village hall, and pushed open the doors.
An old man was at the far end, sitting behind a wooden desk. Alucard assumed him to be the village elder, a representative… perhaps the mayor. The elder had a long, grey beard, his eyes hidden behind thick, bushy eyebrows that resembled hedgerows. The old man stopped smoking his withered oak pipe and looked up once Alucard approached him.
"May I help you, sir?"
"This girl," Alucard placed down the only photo of Ruby he had in his possession (which he took, not stole, from her room. He thought she looked pretty so decided to keep it for himself. He had never exactly noticed it before but he realised that he liked looking at his mate a lot. She made him...calm). In the picture, she was standing in a field of red flowers in a sundress with an ice cream in hand and straw hat. "Have you seen her?"
The old man picked up the photo and scrutinised the laminated, glossy print of Alucard's mate thoroughly. Then, he put down his pipe, and looked up at Alucard. "Yeeeeees." The elder finally said, in a long, indolent drawl, "Yes I have. Hm, you look like a fine chap from the city. We don't always get city folk here. Are you a tourist?"
"No." He had donned his human disguise consisting of a dapper and black, double-breasted jacket and sunglasses for he knew the villagers would recognise him from his previous excursion. "I am looking for my fiancée. Where is she?"
"…Oh. Yes, I have seen this girl." The old man uttered, rubbing at his chin behind the bushel of his thick, curly and hoary, slate beard. He sighed heartily, then glanced up at Alucard tiredly once more, "Dr Rosenthal's looking after her at the moment, the poor thing. You'll find him at his Clinic."
Alucard's fist clinched so tightly his knuckles crackled under his gloves, his bones grinding irately against each other. To even think that another male may have touched his mate made his blood boil.
His name was Mordecai Rosenthal and he worked and lived in the Clinic that was in his family's name; intel gathered from gossiping washing ladies at the local watering hole informed him that it was Anthony Rosenthal's estranged little brother who was taking care of it now, and if Alucard remembered correctly, it was a clinic that once belonged to Anthony Rosenthal, who was also the fiancé of Emilia – the couple who infamously warned Hellsing of a vampire clan in the mountains - and then one of their daughters were stolen away, never to be seen again. Earnestly, it was something worth looking into.
The clinic was a large, two-storey building that was situated near the sea front where oceanwaves swept across the dusty sand shore in lazy, gentle lulls. No wonder Rosenthal would come across his mate; he found a girl washed ashore at the beach three days ago. Alucard ground his teeth in fury when he trudged up to the door. The human male named Mordecai Rosenthal was apparently single, and a hardworker, contributing to the village by looking after the health of the rest of the villagers by his lonesome.
Alucard stood at the white door of the clinic, his fist curling again at the mere thought of his mate being with another man, then tried the doorknob which was suprisingly locked. He rapped loudly on the door then. Human manners of the modern century…He never quite understood them. Even his master preferred it if he knocked although he always appeared unannounced, usually from the painting 'Storm of the Sea of Galilee' on the wall.
The clinic door opened, and there stood a human male, with dirty blonde hair and blue eyes and a rugged chin with stubble. He was in a dark blue shirt with an olive-green tie with sweetcorn patterns; he was a rather frail-looking man, in his late thirties, at least. A pinned badge on his pocket said 'Mordecai Rosenthal'. The human glanced up at Alucard from head to toe; Rosenthal was a fraction shorter and slightly hunchbacked. Alucard briefly remembered he once had a servant with a demeanour like this man; he was always ridiculed by the other servants and deemed suspicious and untrustworthy.
"Do you have an appointment, sir?"
"Where is she?" Alucard demanded abruptly. "You found a girl three days ago; I want to see her."
"Oh, you mean Leanne?"
Leanne? Alucard grabbed the man named Mordecai Rosenthal by the front of his shirt that his feet left the ground. "Where is she?"
"P-please, sir, don't harm me – "
"Doctor? What's going on?" The sound of the familiar voice was enough to make Alucard drop the human male and glance up as a figure came into view.
Ruby.
At first, he contemplated if this was reality. But there she was, with a bandage around her head, and holding a…a cane(?) with a wooden duck-shaped head as the handle. She was dressed in a plain t-shirt, half-buttoned blouse and denims, but never had she looked so beautiful and wonderful, standing there, watching him with a curious expression on her face…He missed her…He missed her…her plush pink lips…those thick, long eyelashes…her big, innocent, blue eyes…he missed her so much…
"Ruby..." Alucard breathed, before he pushed Rosenthal to the side and marched into the clinic, his huge frame filled the tiny doorway as he stormed up to her. She stared at him wordlessly and when he wrapped his arms around her, enveloping her into his chest, she began flailing around uncomfortably.
Rosenthal rushed to her immediately and she pulled away from Alucard, then hid behind the doctor. "W-What's going on? Who is he, Doctor?" She squeaked, "A patient of yours?"
The doctor turned to Alucard, his arms out in front of the girl protectively. "I'm terribly sorry, sir, but I'm afraid I have to tell you to leave."
"Silence." Alucard growled at him, "I have come for Ruby."
The doctor whimpered, then turned to the girl, and back at the glowering vampire. "…Would you mind telling us who you are, sir?" He asked meekly, "I would appreciate it, if you are here for Leanne."
Alucard's anger reached boiling point. The desire to rip Rosenthal's arms off surmounted. However, he managed to repress his murderous tendencies and grunted out, "I am her fiancé."
"F-FIANCE?" Rosenthal and the girl stuttered out in unison.
The way how she looked so shocked and terrified made him sick. What had happened? Why could she not seem to remember Alucard? Did she hit her head? It would explain the bandage on her head… He needed to find out more.
"O-Okay, okay! Let's not get hasty now…Let's sit down and talk about this…Leanne, why don't you go back to your room?" Rosenthal scooted over to shut the front door, then he ushered Alucard to sit on a chair in the waiting room that was adjoined to reception. The vampire eyed the girl longingly as Rosenthal gestured to the seat.
He did not sit; though Rosenthal sat down opposite as the girl limped away towards the staircase and began hobbling up the stairs. Alucard's eyes trained on her form the entire way. She threw a quick glance over her shoulders, and caught him staring at her. She thought he'd look away, but he didn't; instead, he gazed at her persistently. Their eyes met and they stared at one another for what seemed to be eternity, then, she flushed and turned back to her front, hopped onto the top stair, and then disappeared from view.
The two men sat downstairs, hearing a door slam somewhere upstairs.
Mordecai Rosenthal hurried into the reception desk and pulled out a Styrofoam cup from the shelf, "E-Er…Would you like a drink first, Mr…Mr…?"
"Brenner."
" - Mr Brenner?"
"No."
"Oh, but you must. I insist. You must have travelled far. We don't get a lot of visitors. It's the least I can do."
If he refused a drink, this man might get suspicious of him, and he needed to hear what this man had to say. No human casualties, his Master warned him, and she had even forbidden him to use his hypnotism much to his chagrin. Before he could say anything, Doctor Rosenthal poured him some water. He came back and handed it to Alucard, who glanced at the cup. Rosenthal gestured to him to drink; without looking away from the doctor, Alucard lifted the cup and downed the contents quickly in a second, the liquid sloshing down his gullet. He hadn't had a liquid that was not of a human (see: vampire and blood) for so long that the taste was strange. It even smelt strange, too.
"Mr Brenner, I apologise about Leanne …" Rosenthal began worriedly as he hastily took the cup from the vampire, "Wait – You say you're Leanne's fiancé?"
"Her name is Ruby." He handed him the photo; the man accepted it and glanced at the picture.
"…Ruby?"
"Yes." Alucard snarled at him, as he retreated the prized photo back into the innards of his coat, "And she is mine."
The doctor suddenly felt very small and tiny as Alucard continued to glare at him. "O-Oh, I see."
"When did you find her?"
"U-Um, I always go swimming every morning before I open the clinic," Rosenthal stammered. "And a few days ago… three, I think, I found somebody washed ashore, just there – " He pointed outside the window to the beach. "It was a girl. I took her back here and she woke up later that day. She was terrified of me, and she…well, you saw, she has a permanent limp; she needs a cane to walk. She was really upset that she couldn't walk. I took her to see the Village Elder; he said she should live with me for a while until someone came for her. She is also extremely knowledgeable on basic medicinal procedure. Dare I say it…she could have been a nurse."
"What was she found with?"
"Found with? Um…oh, yeah, she had this…er…well, it looked like a tooth, actually. Some weird, white...marble piece, like an antique or a fossil of some sort. She wouldn't let go it no matter what." The doctor said, and Alucard sat up abruptly. Rosenthal blinked at him inquisitively, "Uh…Mr Brenner, sir?"
"I need to speak to her in private."
"Private? O-Of course, her room's upstairs to the right." And Rosenthal waited patiently downstairs, watching Alucard trudge towards upstairs. Inwardly, he wondered if he had done the right thing. He decided to wait for five minutes, then he would go up to check. Throwing a quick glance to the styrofoam cup the vampire had drunk from, a smirk tugged on his lips...
Alucard stormed up the stairs but stopped when he heard a little voice calling out to him.
"Psst. Over here."
He turned to the left to see the girl poking her head out of an ajar door in the corridor, beckoning him over. He followed her and into the room – it was hers - where she gestured for him to sit down beside her on the small sofa inside. He raised an eyebrow and sat down, taking up the majority of seat space while she was crammed at the very edge, watching her with a packet of cookies and a small bottle of milk in hand. She said, "Let's talk more in here. What's your name?"
"Brenner."
"No offense, but you don't look like one; you know, a Brenner."
"And what would a 'Brenner' look like?"
"Umm…like some old, fat and balding guy with a beer tummy and crooked teeth."
"So you are suggesting I am using a false alias."
"Right you are, Mr B." She replied, then she added, "…You're as white as a sheet. Are you feeling unwell? I can take your pulse for you, if you'd like."
Following that, he deliberately thrust his arm for her to take. She blinked slowly, then swallowed down slightly and took his large hand in hers, then pushed up the sleeve of his coat and pulled down the rim of his glove to reveal his wrist. She applied two fingers over his wrist, and he waited. At first, her eyebrow rose. One eye twitched. Then her expression scrunched up and she looked up at him questioningly. She cleared her throat then shifted herself comfortably so she was facing him directly, and tried to take his pulse again. The same thing happened; her eyebrow rising, eye twitching…
Finally, she said, "Um…either I'm not doing this right, but…it… it appears you don't have a…" She left her sentence trailing; he seized the opportunity that she was holding his hand to lash out and clasp hers in return, forcing a gasp from her lips. "What are you – "
"Neither of those matter. Leave this dismal place and come with me."
"…And you're saying this because you're my… "
"Fiancé." He barked, and she cringed slightly. "You are appalled I am your fiancé?"
"No, I mean, you're a very fine guy, I – oops…" She began spluttering to correct herself but this only caused his smirk to widen. "Just how old are you?"
"I am older than you."
"I didn't think I would like older men…like…really, really older men."
"Apparently you do."
"If you're my fiancé, then why do you call me Ruby?"
"Because that is your name."
"No it's not, it's Leanne."
"Then you have provided me with a false alias."
"Why would I do that, Mr B.?"
"Enlighten me."
"…And what is it you want exactly?"
"You."
She made a noise, then turned to glance at her walking cane in hand. "Do you like my cane? It's got a duck carved on it. I like ducks." Then she decided to open the packet of cookies, plucked one out and rammed it into her mouth, "Do you want a cookie? These are really good."
"Don't try and change the subject."
He watched her munch and nibble on the cookie with a bemused expression on his face. "Mmmm, triple chocolate chip." She said dreamily, and began drooling, clearly ignoring him, "You sure you don't want any? You're missing out, Mr B."
"Yes, I am sure."
"Hmm, I wonder what cartoons are on TV." She grabbed the remote and switched on the small TV opposite them on a little cabinet. She flicked through various channels, coming to a stop to a wretched show about some humanoid woodpecker with an irritating laugh.
He watched her as she put the milk bottle to her lips and started drinking, then lowered it back down after letting out a refreshing 'Ahhh'; he smirked when he realised she had milk over her top lip. "Leanne." He said, and she turned to him. He took hold of both sides of her face before he began brushing cookie crumbs from her mouth, then leaned in close to lick off the milk from her top lip. Her eyes widened promptly and she pushed him away arms-length.
"What are you doing?" She exclaimed in shock, and she began to back away from him on the sofa although this only caused him to advance towards her.
Alucard chuckled and removed his glasses, "Frankly speaking, I am losing my patience. I will not have you ignoring me. Now, tell me, my dear," He began, as he began to crawl towards her with a widening grin on his handsome face while she inched backwards, "You do not recognise me at all?"
"N-No." She lied as she slipped off the sofa to stand before placing down her milk and cookies to the side. The truth was, when she saw him burst through the doorway downstairs, hulking towards her with those sultry, deep crimson eyes burning on her, there was a little flicker in the back of her mind. She'd seen him somewhere, she thought. Yes, she'd seen a tall, dark and sexy man with broad shoulders and black hair before somewhere. She just couldn't remember when and where.
"Ruby," Alucard followed her off the sofa to stand behind her, but she seemed unresponsive to the name and shook her head. "Ruby." He insisted. "Your name is Ruby and you are my fiancée."
"I'm nobody's fiancée!" She stepped away from him, clamped her hands over her ears and shook her head. "Why are you so…so persistent?"
"Of course I am persistent." He barked, "I get what I want."
Her eye twitched again. "Well, I was found washed ashore on a beach, injured and crippled. If you haven't noticed, I can't walk properly! I don't know what happened to me but certainly it wasn't good and I'm happy here. You should go back to where you came from!"
Anger clouded him; he stormed up to her and grabbed her wrist, pulling her close to him in seconds. She immediately inhaled a breath when their noses almost touched. "I thought you were lost to me, forever. I grieved night and day. And now I have found you, my bride, you cannot remember me?"
"It's not my fault I don't remember you!" She flinched under his booming tone, "- Y-You've got the wrong person. I don't know you."
"No, the clothes you were wearing the day you went missing are here, too." He said, gesturing to the folded clothes atop the stool but she shook her head defiantly once more, which annoyed him to no end. "Where is it?"
"What?"
"My fang."
She gasped. "...I-I don't know what you're talking about…"
His eyes trailed down to her neckline and bust; she blushed, and turned away to pull her shirt tighter to herself, but he had seen a thin black string looped around her neck. He plucked her hand off the front of her shirt, then pulled the material apart to reveal the fang that was hanging around her neck similar to a pendant, attached to a piece of black string. He reached near her cleavage and pulled the fang out, making her flush furiously.
"The human said you wouldn't stop clutching it." He growled, holding the fang up in his hand and she watched it dangle off the string. "My fang was my gift to you. It was to show how much you mean to me." He hissed as he grabbed the sides of her face and forced her to look at him.
The girl stared back at him, trembling. Before she could protest, he pressed his lips against hers deeply and her eyes widened, then she began to resist, wriggle and flail, but he held her in the cage of his arms like a vice and continued to massage her lips with his own. Yes... he recognised the scent. It was Ruby's scent. This girl was without a doubt her. Yes, indeed. He didn't know how she lost her memory or where this Leanne identity came from, but all he knew was that she was his and he had finally found her.
She fought him and his affections relentlessly, but still he did not release her; instead, his arm moved down and he groped her backside sensually, hearing her surprised, but muffled gasps. When his hands dropped to the back of her thighs, he soon found her succumbing to him with a moan as his hands continued to knead into her thighs, knowing all too well it was her weak spot, and he loosened his grip around her when she seemed to have ceased her futile struggle.
"Stop it!" She simpered out, "M-Mr Brenner, control yourself!"
"Why? You do not feel pleasure?" He purred, as he reached for her hand and grabbed it, then forced her palm over his groin area, causing her to squeak out a horrified gasp, her eyes widening to the size of saucers. "I am yours," Alucard growled as he made her hand drag over his length, much to her horror, and embarrassment, "And you are mine."
She blushed and turned her head away, but he let go of her hand to grab her face and pushed his lips against hers again, kissing her passionately. However, she did not spring away from him after a few minutes, and her arms suddenly found their way to drape around his neck. It took her long enough to give in to him. Even when she was amnesiac she was quite a challenge. "…W-who are you…?" She gasped in between his sweltering kisses as he caressed her unremittingly. Her eyes closed as he focused on kissing and nibbling at the contours of her mouth. "I feel as though you've done this to me before."
"Of course I have. Many times."
She flushed in response, then unintentionally moaned against his lips with sweet surrender, "Oh my, what's going on? I'm so warm..."
He forced her backwards and she went crashing onto the vanity desk behind her; in one quick motion, he scooped her up amidst his passionate frenzy, lifting her to sit on top. She hurriedly brushed away the mirror and other objects that had been on the desk surface and onto the floor to wrap her legs around his waist and their lips found each other again. They kissed frantically, their bodies pressed tightly against each other; Alucard's hand swam under her shirt, his lithe fingers skimming up and over her back and the curve of her waist before diving into the hem of her jeans and into her underwear, cupping her buttocks. She squeaked but her reaction did not deter him, only to have the opposite effect.
In a matter of seconds, her jeans were suddenly undone to her ankles and he removed his glove quickly by biting it and abandoning it to the side. His hand cupped her womanhood, forcing an estranged gasp from the back of her throat. He suppressed a groan when he found that she was lusciously wet for him already, and he deliberately rubbed against her playfully. As she fought to regain her breath, he worked his fingers over her silken flesh, pushing apart those wet, slick folds to stick two fingers in, and her eyebrows furrowed slightly at how uncomfortable the intrusion was. A few eager strokes later and she was moaning.
"O-Oh..." She whimpered breathlessly, her fingernails digging into his shoulders.
He threw a quick glance at her, enjoying how he had reduced her to a wincing puddle, as his fingers circled and teased her relentlessly. She was tight, clenching around him like a fist, but surprisingly she relaxed easily and seeing her writhe and emit those encouraging moans was enough to make him smirk; she even began panting loudly as he continued to tend to her slowly. However, he didn't want her to enjoy herself to the fullest before he could, and withdrew his fingers and she finally opened her eyes, gasping. Shortly after, he was beginning to remove her shirt.
"What are you doing?" She said, blinking thoroughly; she had been lured into the false security that it was over.
"You said you were warm." His hands landed on her breasts that were pushed up against his chest, then dipped his head down and worked his lips over her exposed flesh, his hands returning under her top to enclose around her small waist, and he found her moaning ardently for his touch, arching herself against him as she trailed her hands over his muscular back and wide shoulders, feeling his thick, hard muscles tighten and relax under her fingertips.
He withdrew his slick, hot tongue away from the top of her breasts to slip his tongue through her parted lips and into her mouth, and she moaned once more, grabbing fistfuls of his hair in her hands to yank him closer to her. Withdrawing from her mouth once more, he manouevred his lips to linger by her ear, nibbling at her lobe sensually, and she began to trace her fingers over his striking features. His eyes were chillingly hypnotic, deep, mirthless pools of crimson and she fought hard not to lose herself in them; his hair wild and untamed like the mane of a great stallion. He was so beautiful, so hauntingly exquisite, so extraordinary that she knew he was not a regular man. His name could simply not be Brenner.
Then...what was his name? Why could she not seem to remember?
"The bed." Those devilish lips of his whispered into her ear before they widened into a grin, and she re-opened her eyes.
"What about the bed?"
His mind was darkening, becoming tainted with lust. He needed to check if she was still a virgin. How the hell was he going to do that? He could always just ask. "That doctor; he didn't…do anything to you, did he?"
She seemed to have caught onto his drift. "Oh, no, Dr Rosenthal's nice, but he didn't do any of the sort, Mr B."
He trusted her immediately. He did not know why; for all he knew, he'd always trusted his mate. She'd always been honest and faithful and then he realised – she had never looked at another male before or mentioned another male to his face. But what if he was wrong about her now? Alucard quickly lifted her off the desk and tossed her onto the awaiting bed. He briefly remembered he'd said he would wait for her to tell him if she wanted to truly become his or not. He abandoned that memory and promise with no remorse and decided he'd turn her into a draculina now. She blinked up at him enquiringly as he clambered on top of her, watching her the entire time with his smouldering crimson eyes that were watching her possessively, almost hungrily.
Her eyes broadened in response as soon as he shrugged his jacket off and began unbuttoning his waistcoat, leaving himself in his shirt and cravat. "Whoa, hold your horses, B – " She was interrupted when he reached down and kissed her again, stealing her breath away. She responded keenly with a mewl, and when he began to pull her shirt over her head, she couldn't seem to bring herself to resist.
"I must have you. Your virginity belongs to me." He snarled against her skin, making her flush. She moaned in response, her eyes fluttering closed.
I feel as though I know Mr Brenner from somewhere, No...that's not his name...Begins with a...a...A? A...then what? A...Alu.. Alu what? While she pondered his name, he buried his face into her neck, claiming her skin with his hot, wet lips as his fangs lengthened but then...
"Leanne! Is everything al – "
Alucard drew away immediately with a hiss, glowering at the intruder.
The doctor. That goddamned doctor…
…just had to ruin…everything!
His fangs retracted to their usual length as quickly as they could.
She pulled away from Alucard and glanced over his shoulder to see the doctor at the door. The man gawked at the couple locked in intimate embrace on the bed with his jaw hanging. "Dr Rosenthal!" She exclaimed as she tried to find something to cover herself - Alucard would have to do for now – and she clutched onto him, her arms wrapping around his broad shoulders.
The doctor averted his gaze away from the two. "S..sorry, I-I heard noises…I…I thought – "
"Get out." Alucard merely snarled, and it was enough to make the two humans flinch; Rosenthal quickly turned the other way and scampered out the room, slamming the door shut behind him quickly.
An awful silence engulfed the pair in the room.
"Oh my god." She croaked out. Breathing heavily, she watched the closed door and then quickly let go of Alucard and wiggled out from his lap as he remained still. She rarely knew this man…this hot, sexy man…and already she was half-naked and he was touching her and kissing her and they were in bed and then Dr Rosenthal had to barge in, too.
"…I-I'm sorry." She mumbled, as she hastily pulled her shirt back on and tidied her hair, before she hid her face in her hands, "I don't know what I was thinking. That was so embarrassing."
Alucard gazed at her intently, "Why? You rightfully belong to me. We are to mate regardless; it is inevitable. That male is no-one you need to concern yourself with."
To his accumulating dismay, she slipped off the bed; he watched her reach for her walking stick that had been discarded to the floor and began tottering towards the door, limping. Each step she took seemed to be difficult for her, and he was growing disconsolate that she had become like this. She was so young but already she needed a cane to walk and support herself. She said, "You don't understand, Mr B. The doctor is kind to me."
He stopped by the door and stood beside her. "You have feelings for him?" He could not control himself, but his words came out as a low growl as he contemplated. If she did have feelings, he'd rip Mordecai Rosenthal apart.
"No, he saved my life. I am indebted to him."
He'd still rip Mordecai Rosenthal apart. "Then he has feelings for you." Alucard stated, following her as she then limped away from the door to the other end of the room to gaze out of the window desolately, staring at the soothing ocean outside. He stopped behind her again and wrapped his arms around her tightly, spooning her into his chest snugly, "Whatever feelings he has, it does not concern you and you need not reciprocate or oblige in any way; leave him, and come with me."
Suddenly, she clasped a hand over her mouth and coughed. To his astonishment, blood began seeping through the slits of her fingers. Immediately, he drew away her palm and she glanced up. "W...What - "
"You're coughing blood."
"I-I'm fine."
"You can't stay on this island. You must come with me and get proper treatment."
She swallowed down shakily, "…W-Where to?"
"To Hellsing."
"…Hell…sing? What's that? Sounds like a raunchy nightclub."
"You have a home. And you were with me."
"Was I…happy?"
He wanted to roar in frustration at her stupid, fuddled question; he wanted to punch something, to throw something, to break something; most preferably, the wall or TV would have been his choice, but if she saw his violent streak, she might be scared and run away which he didn't want. No, he didn't want her fleeing from him again.
"You are my mate and I..." What would be the right thing to say? "I love you."
"...okay."
Okay? OKAY? His fist clenched and he turned her round to face him; he might as well start professing his 'undying love' for her now. It was a good cue. "I love you, and you love me, too." Although... she never said it to him before, he could feel it. He grasped her chin without further ado and drew her in for a kiss; she melted like butter against him when their lips meshed together. When he pulled away, he added, "Come with me."
She stared at him. And a few seconds later, she let out a long sigh, then said, "Can we really just leave like this, Mr B?"
"Yes." He assured with a grin, elated that she had said such a thing. It meant she was contemplating leaving with him, which was a good sign. "We must leave now."
She nodded. "Sure. For some reason, I…trust you. Wow, that sounded a lot better in my head than coming out from my mouth."
Nevertheless, he lifted her face up to him and his lips softly massaged the curve of her cheek lovingly. She mustered a small smile at him, and she hauled his abandoned jacket and handed it to him; he caught the garment in his hand and began to re-dress but all of a sudden, his vision blurred and he let go of her, before doubling over his front near the bed, his fist grasping at the bedsheets. He felt as though he was on fire, his head…as though it was being split open, pried apart with a crowbar.
She was at his side immediately. "B, what's wrong?"
He didn't know. It felt as though something was tearing him apart from inside. This had never happened before…not this kind of pain…not since his defeat at the hands of Abraham Van Helsing. Not since…ever. No...this was impossible. He hadn't felt pain for a long time. This was...This couldn't be happening...
"Mr B!"
He couldn't find himself responding; his mouth moved, but no words come out, nothing. The pain was excruciating; he grabbed onto her arm tightly, his fist was a claw on her limb, digging into the length of her small arm and she gasped as his fingers tightened harshly; she gave a cry of protest by the amount of force he'd applied but he couldn't afford to lose her again.
"Doctor, help! I need help!" She was yelling, trying to jerk free from his iron grip as she noticed that his breathing had become heavy, laboured…almost as though it was excruciating to breathe. Although she had pre-first aid experience, it all flew from her mind, leaving her scared and witless as Alucard tried to stand, only to collapse to the floor on one knee. "Mr Brenner, are you alright? What's happening? B? Don't scare me, B!"
And then the door slammed open unexpectedly once more; Dr Rosenthal had returned. "What's wrong, Leanne?" He exclaimed, throwing his glance from the girl to the stricken vampire on the floor.
"Doctor!" She was squawking loudly, helplessly, wrapping her arms around his head to cradle him; she brushed his hair back and put a hand to Alucard's forehead to realise he was breaking into a cold sweat. "Help! I-I don't know what's wrong with him!"
Alucard's eyes began to close as Dr Rosenthal neared them. But something was wrong. The doctor's expression upturned, from surprise and shock to undeniable, twisted glee, his eyes dancing with delight. He was grinning, and in his arms, he protruded out a syringe from the innards of his white coat.
"Doctor, what are you doing?"
"He'll be fine - He's a vampire!"
"What?"
"Hold him down for me, Leanne."
"Are you crazy? What are you saying?"
Those were the last words he heard before he blacked out.
Notes
1. Honestly I think it's OOC that this is happening to Alucard. As if he'd let that ever happen to him, yesh? But for story's sake it kinda has to :( If you are wondering what happened, the drink Rosenthal gave him earlier on had druggies.
2. The girl in this chapter IS Ruby. Ruby is Leanne and vice versa so Alucard wasn't doing all those to a complete stranger; at the mo, it's complicated because the truth is not out yet, but she has reverted back to her real name and she doesn't remember being Ruby. When she is Leanne, she is more childish and down to earth, and maybe even a little nicer to Alucard(?). In Chapter 23, a missing girl called Leanne Van der Linde was mentioned; her parents were killed when she was 2 and their house was set on fire. Why was she coughing blood? Well, she did fall off an exploding bridge, she's not okay.
3. There will be more about The Truth in later chapters. I'm only saying this because...Oh My Alucard is almost finished! Yep, that's right. We're nearing the end!
For now, sit back, enjoy the Things-That-Make-You-Go-Hmmm, and review :)