Us

Alucard

"Why didn't you ever get married?" I ask you. You give me a tired look, you sit, your legs crossed, a book in your hand.

"I already told you, Alucard." You say, "I never had the want."

I kneel down beside you, looking up at you, eyes blinking. You continue to read until you realise i'm next to you, you take off your glasses and sigh. "What?" You say, flatly.

"Nothing, I just don't believe you." I grin. You roll your eyes.

"Why is that?" You ask.

"You said you had urges right?" I pause, you nod.

"Yeah, I did."

"Then why not, you know, be a human?" I ask. "You said sex was one of the most natural thing a human could do."

You sigh, and roll your eyes. "Alucard, i'm not talking about my sexual urges with you."
I widen my eyes.

"No, master, that's not what I want." I say, "I'm just curious." I tilt my head. You stiffen.

"Well, if you must know, I satisfy myself." You clear your throat, shifting in your chair. Your honesty as me shocked, I wouldn't expect anything less from a Hellsing.

"Woah, my master." I say. The image of you, with your hands down below your belt, your mouth agape. I shake my head, no, I can't think of you like that.

"What?" You look at me, with judgement.

"You're incredible." I tell you, bright eyed, "You never cease to amaze me."

"How is human masterbation amamzing?" You ask, laughing.

"Well, it's not that, it's just you, how complicated you are. How you find the most natural things to be taboo, while, saying it isn't yourself, you are an amazing hypocrite."

Your brow furrows.

"Hypocrite?" You scoff, "I beg to differ,
There are things you just don't talk about with your servant." I see you adjust in your seat.

"Yet, you are." I smile, "I love it." I see blood rise in your cheek, and I hear you swallow. My smile turns into a grin. You look at me, your eyes filled with worry.

"What's your wrong?" I ask. You furrow your brow, and then snap at me.

"You are what's wrong idiot!" You huff, then put the book you are holding in your face, ignoring me.

I gently remove the book from your hands.

"Sing for me later, gentle lamb." I coo. You gasp, your face red, you get up in a fit, and grab me by my collar, pulling me out of the room, all while yelling "Get out! Get out!" I couldn't help but laugh at your reaction.

I lay on the floor, laughing hysterically. Oh my gentle lamb, you are exactly the same.