This chapter starts from Alucard's point of view, although the latter two parts are in Seras and Anderson's point of view. A fair warning for sexual references, No lemon. Just know that Alucard may-or-may-not have his way in this chapter. No rape!
Time is running out for Anderson as Alucard keeps getting in closer to the little angel he seeks to save. The vampire's intentions for the girl getting more impure with every passing minute.
Chapter: 8 The original sin, Because he could not protect the virgin
Pairing: Alucard/Seras
POV Characters: Alucard, Seras, Anderson
Genres: Romance,Angst,Hurt/Comfort
Rating: T++ (Strong sexual implications, be warned!)
Order 8: The original sin, Because he could not protect the virgin
I put down my 'wine' glass and fold my hands together. She returned, not like I expected her to run away, she's stronger than that. I wait for her to knock but she ghosts through the door with an apologetic look on her face, her arms full of blessed artifacts. My eyes glide over the crosses, amulets, rings and blades. "Angel girl, are you already planning to kill me?" She Giggles and sticks her tongue out. I still don't know why I like these things when she does them. Such childish behavior would bother me to no avail if it were anyone else. She puts down the items and sits near the small pile while looking around. "No sunlight can get in here right?" she asks with a hint of sadness in her voice. She begins to unpack, bending over the bags with her back turned to me. Did she not learn from that least time? My eyes settle on the lower part of her robe, Or actually, the part of her body the robe does NOT hide in this position.
She turns her head to glare at me and moves her hand to pull the robe back in place, pity, I was really enjoying the sight of that cute butt. Her hand never reaches the hem of her robe, She just turns back to her work like nothing happened, It confuses me but I'm not about to complain.. "Go ahead Master, If that is what makes you happy, pervert." She just says while looking at me, a genuine smile gracing her soft face. "Done!" She chirps and jumps up spinning around to sit down on a small makeshift shrine "What do you think Master?" She asks with shimmering eyes. I give it a once over and look at her. "Angel girl, What is that supposed to be?" I ask sounding more frustrated than I intend to. She pouts and puts her hands on her sides. "That master, is 'supposed to be' my bed!" I feel my eyes twitching as I look at the small shrine, it does not look all that bad but she is not going to sleep in there!
"No way Angel girl, you're not sleeping on that, thing." I know this is going to cause complications. She grits her teeth together and throws me a foul look "Then please, master, Tell me where I am supposed to sleep! The floor?!" Such short temper for an angel.. I shift and in the blink of an eye, I am behind her whispering in her ear in my most seductive voice. "Anything wrong with my bed, Little Angel?" At first she tenses up at the sudden closeness but she soon calms down. She starts to tremble slightly.. Did I make her cry?.. I did not intend to, She suddenly twists around grabbing my collar with her tiny hands, for the fist time I feel what strength they hold as she throws me OVER my coffin onto my four poster bed and straddles me. "You, BLOODY, bastard! What did I Tell you?! It's Seras! Not 'angel girl' Seras! Se-ras, That's TWO Syllables, I don't know HOW dense you are but I doubt a no-life-king with over five-hundred years of knowledge will have trouble memorizing a FIVE letter name! Ohh for crying out loud!"
You know, I like it if women are able to stand up for themselves, Fiery personalities and all. That, and the fact that she put accent on her words by slamming her lower body against mine makes a rage flare in my loins. She is strong, unlike my former "Brides" whom I grew tired of almost the very moment I turned them. She, Is different. But never the less, I won't let my mate dominate me. I quickly grab both her wrists and push her on her back, effectively pinning her down, Her eyes immediately going wide in shock and she struggles slightly, She reminds me of someone.. Subconsciously my mind starts to slightly adapt the image before me, Her blonde hair replaced by Ebony black, tied in a tight knot on the back of her head. My gloved hand glides over her face and her struggles stop "Mina" I whisper softly to the girl so closely resembling the first woman I really loved, She gasps and stares at me questioningly. I know it's not her, but she feels so much the same never the less..
Seras finds herself pinned down under Alucard, If she was not confused by the sudden movement, Him calling her by a name that is not hers would be enough to startle her.
"Mina" Alucard whispers, His eyes so staring intently into mine, burning embers meeting blue oceans. Where did I hear that name before? I gasp, finally realizing what is going on, Mina was the girl that was supposed to be the bride of Dracula, The woman that Abraham van Helsing 'stole' away from him. Does he think I'm her? I turn my head to look at a random spot on the wall, Anywhere but at him. "I'm not her." I state plainly. I don't want to hurt him, but I don't want him to think I'm someone else, it would only end in disappointment and probably heartbreak. I just don't want to see his reaction. Another kind of shock fills me when I feel something tugging on my robe, I look at Alucard's face to see his concentration is on his hands which are busying themselves untying the knot around my waist that holds my robe closed. I take his hands and push them away. "I'm NOT her!" I repeat, louder this time. "I know" he replies as his hands return to work further on taking off my robe "Unlike you, she never accepted me for what I am."
I freeze for a bit as I watch him pushing my robe open. That's right, she even helped capturing him. I can understand why he would feel betrayed or refused. I know the stories. Not having anyone to spend my time with gave me a lot of spare time to read, I read the stories on Dracula, as well as those of Vlad Tepes, from the tortures in the Sultan's dungeons to the day Abraham caught him. He looks at me, as an angel I always had the ability to detect even the slightest emotion, but I doubt this would go unnoticed even as a normal girl, I see, pain in his eyes, as well as a certain fear, the fear to once more be rejected. I always hated seeing people in pain, but with this man, this vampire, who holds the power to decimate battalions... It feels so strange. I know I can't undo the horrors of his past. But if it makes any difference I can make sure he'll never have to suffer the same fate again. Here and now I decide that, no matter what will happen. I will give him my unconditional love.
I smile at him and reach out with one of my arms to cup his cheek, gently stroking it as to my surprise he leans in, I pull my hand away to draw his attention to my neck which I offer to him. "What are you waiting for?" I playfully taunt him as I allow him to claim me. I can see his scary smirk return to his face and I briefly wonder if I made the wrong decision again before laughing at my indecisiveness, it has always been one of my weaknesses even as a human. Slowly sit up and wrap my arms around him while burying his face in the crook of my neck. "Go ahead, drink your fill, My master!" He chuckles against my neck, placing a soft kiss before piercing my skin with his sharp canines, after the initial pain of my skin breaking the pleasure of him feeding from me almost makes me pass out and I mewl at the soft tingling sensation that courses through my body. My hands slip under his dress-shirt to rub his back, under my fingers I can feel small scars from times past and I feel tears brimming in my eyes at the thought of what torture he had been through. "Oh Alucard.." I whisper with sadness in my voice causing him to stop feeding from my neck, he slowly lays me down and I look into his eyes that, unlike the man himself tell all about his emotions.
Clothes are being strewn everywhere as he begins taking off our garments, I just lay back, I have no idea what to do. "Master, I, don't think I'm ready... For this." His lips crash into mine in a hungry demanding kiss as I feel him slip off my last layers of cloth. I however remember my promise, Unconditional love. Love-making is part of that. I distinctly hear something tear, but I feel no pain, something warm, sweet and coppery is running down my throat and I realize it was his tongue, the liquid flowing into my mouth is his blood. How come it tastes so good? What did he nick his tongue on anyway? He chuckles into the kiss and I hear him in my mind. 'Seras, how does it feel to be dead?' I have been dead for years, but what does he mean? 'But you choose the path of a Draculina' He pulls away with a smirk plastered to his face. I take out a hand mirror I did not even know I possessed, as I stare my reflection and smile I can see white glistening canines. My first reaction would be to scream but I don't want to alert Sir Integra and Walter. After all, it was me who gave him permission to claim me. "And that is what makes you mine." He says while taking my head in his large hands forcing me to look into his eyes so he can be sure of my consent.
As our lips meet again I feel his skin against mine as he lowers himself onto me, I am still not sure what to expect, or if I am even prepared for what is about to happen, but one look at his lust-filled eyes tells me that I can't turn back anymore. "It's a nice night, is it not, Seras Victoria?" I smile, those are to be the last words I'll hear with my innocence still intact, but if I am giving it to anyone, I am happy it is him, I know he won't be a gentle lover, he's suffered too much, been hurt too often. But I don't mind, I shall be there for him, even if it means I bring damnation about myself. I grit my teeth together as he puts his hand on my hips, bracing myself for the pain that is to come. Calling it pain would be an understatement, I can't help but scream as he enters me and claims my body, officially his, but I would not want it any other way.
A rustling sound can be heard as in the basements of the Hellsing manor a figure appears in a cyclone of pages, each and every one of them once part of the holy bible, now used as Alexander Anderson's means of transportation.
As the pages return to their book of origin I let my eyes adapt to the darkness of this God-forsaken place. As my enhanced vision cuts through the dark the sight before me almost makes me throw up. The thought that I failed before I even begun this mission almost sending me in another fit of rage. There in the darkness, two figures are united forming the most unholy image I could ever fear to behold. The angel's eyes filled with unshed tears while that daemon Alucard is latched onto her neck, pushing her down with both hands, I don't fail to notice I caught him in the middle of an act against not only her, but against the Lord himself. I have to work fast because her short yelps of pain are torture for my ears. I take out my bayonets and throw them at the monster's back, All of them hit, but not the intended target. On the last moment the girl's eyes snap open and she throws herself in front of the blessed knives. My face twitches as I see her body get pierced by the blades. My mind occupied with only one question.
"Why did ye do tha'?" She gives me a half lidded stare and looks at me with with the innocence of an infant, the innocence that, judging from her state of undress and the blood at the juncture between her legs I can tell she should no longer possess. "He would have done the same for me." She gasps with a sharp cry as she takes a breath "Please, Father Alex, Stop this madness, this man has suffered enough, he paid for his crimes many times over, his conscience is clean!" The vampire walks over to her and she reaches out to him, I stand motionless trying to comprehend all this as I see him taking her hand in one of his while his other begins to pull out the knives, growling at me and giving me a glare that says 'after I'm done here I am going to destroy you.' I can still not believe a real angel would choose to side with a monster like him instead of destroying him for what he did to her. When the last of my bayonets clatters onto the floor and she is helped up by her cursed partner my question is answered. "Thank you, my master." she speaks and I can see a small set of fangs in her mouth. "Ye Abomination, how dare ye defile a creature as pure as her! I shall send ye back to hell and break the curse ye put on her." Another unearthly growl bellows from the monster as he tries to stare me down "Silence, Judas priest! Even hell is not enough for the likes of you, You dared harming my mate, twice, and for that you will be destroyed."
I ready myself for the fight to come. I came too late to protect her virginity. But I shall protect her from the fate this monster has in mind for her.