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Flora's POV:
"All flesh is grass and all coming is first the flower of the field." What the heck? A voice...German? Something sounding like that... "The grass witherith; the flower fadeth, but the word of our god abidith forever." I blinked, my sight returning. There was a graveyard, and... "Alucard!" I called desperately, seeing a tall man shove a stake into his heart. He choked, blood fountaining out of his mouth. I tried moving, but something held me back. Alucard was helpless, kneeling on the ground, and he looked up at the man. "Have I been... bested? Sir..." he rasped, sounding much different, like some of the vampires in the movies. A thin trickle of blood ran down his cheek like a tear. "Yes, you are bested. This is not a nightmare you will be awaking form. Your castles are plundered, your dominions in ruins, your servants destroyed. And the girl has fled this place forever more. She will never be yours Count!" Alucard didn't even blink, and the man raised his fist. He slammed it down into the stake protruding from Alucard's chest as he flew back with a strangled yell, blood fountaining out his chest.
"Alucard..." I whispered, trying to reach out to him as the man grabbed him by the collar and shook him. "You are judged, and found wanting Vampire King. You have nothing. You ARE nothing." Alucard's eyes started to close. "Wake up!" I shouted at him. "Nothing!" the man snarled at him as he sagged in his grip, clearly unconscious. He let go and spat on him as he collapsed on the ground, bright red blood leaking from his chest. The force holding me back suddenly stopped and I ran towards him, ignoring the tall man. "Alucard, c'mon, don't die..." I said desperately, turning him over and trying to pull the stake out. It was stuck good and proper in his chest, however, and his blood was starting to form a puddle under him. "No you don't, I order you not to die!" I said frantically, grabbing the stake in both hands and heaving. Suddenly something cold grabbed my arm and I looked down to see his hand gripping me tightly and his eyes opened a little. "You..." he said, still with the different accent.
"I can't get it out..." I said, tugging on the stake again, harder. "I know you..." he said, blinking and stroking my arm, looking slightly confused. "Can you get it?" I asked, letting go of the wood. A faint smirk touched his lips and his head fell back a little. "Little one, do you think I would still be here if I could?" he said gently, closing his eyes again. "Hey wait! Don't die!" I said in alarm, yanking on the stake as hard as I could. His smirk grew slightly, and he let go of my arm. "I am already dead little one. Don't waste your sorrow on a monster like me." he whispered, going limp again. I snarled, standing up and putting both feet on his shoulders. "I don't give a damn whether you are a monster or not!" I hissed at him, grabbing the stake. "You are not leaving us when I have anything to say about it!" I shouted at him, and pulled as hard as I could. The stake shifted slightly and he was jerked up towards me, but I was standing on his shoulders and most of the force went into the stake. I clenched my teeth, and I yanked on it harder. It moved again, enough for me to tell the difference. "C'mon, GET OUT!" I yelled in frustration, pulling harder.
Suddenly it popped free and I was sent tumbling to the ground, bloody stake in hand. I hit my head on something hard and spots swam across my vision. I shook it, dazed, and saw Alucard get up, one hand over the now-healed wound. "You saved my life..." he said in confusion and I stifled a smirk. "How could I do that if you're dead?" I asked him playfully and he walked over to me. "I have lost much blood." he said seriously, crouching down beside me and flicking a glance at the pool of blood, then looking back at me. My heartbeat started going much faster, and he cocked his head. "Such a nice sound..." he murmured to himself, closing his eyes, then opening them and reaching for me. I closed my eyes, heart rate accelerating. Sure he had fed on me before, but I was knocked out and he was just curious, not actually hungry like he was now. His hand cupped my chin, thumb rubbing my cheek gently. My eyes flew open in shock, and he smiled tenderly."I will not feed upon my rescuer." He said softly, smirking a little. "I will find my food elsewhere tonight."
I smiled at him gratefully, and he grabbed my hand gently, helping me up. "Thank you." he said once I was upright, and I edged forward and hugged him. "No, thank YOU." I said, and he pulled me away, a confused smirk on his face. "What have I done to deserve your thanks?" he asked and I swept a hand across the back of my eyes, rubbing away any leftover tears. "You didn't die." I told him, and he laughed. I giggled a little with him, but then he stiffened and turned around. That tall man was there again, with two others. "Abomination!" he hissed, and Alucard held out a hand in front of me. "Leave, my little savior. I will follow." he said firmly, and the men all growled. "Foolish wench! You have undone all our work!" the last one hissed, and I growled. "Leave him alone!" I shouted at them, balling my fists. The tall man, who seemed to be in charge, sighed. "I know not what promises he has made to you, but you are no longer an innocent creature of God! By your actions you at condemned!"
He drew something from his coat almost too fast to see and there was a sound like a gunshot as he aimed it at me. It took a second for me to register what had happened as I was slammed against a tombstone, blood spurting out my mouth and burning pain spreading throughout my chest. He had shot me, through the heart. Alucard snarled. "Cowards! Shooting an unarmed woman instead of someone who could fight back!" Despite the fact I was bleeding to death very quickly, I had to chuckle a little at him; because only Alucard would take offense they shot someone who wasn't him. Most everything faded out to black, except for his voice. "Little one, stay with me. You wouldn't let me death take me, and I refuse to let him have you instead!" I smirked slightly. "Don't have much choice though, do you?" I croaked, feeling him put a hand on my shoulder. "I will MAKE there be a choice. Are you a virgin, little one?" he asked softly, and I opened my mouth to tell him, but suddenly everything got cut off in a rush of sound.
Alucard's POV:
Van Hellsing stood before me, scowling. He slammed his fist down into the stake protruding from my chest, and I choked, flying back. "You are judged, and found wanting Vampire King." He snarled, grabbing my collar and shaking me. "You have nothing. You ARE nothing." The light was fading, and my eyes slipped closed. I was dying, but at least a strong human like Van Hellsing had the guts to take me down. "Nothing!" Suddenly, I felt the stake shift slightly in my chest. Then...a voice? "No you don't, I order you not to die!" My eyes slid open, and there was a human female kneeling beside me, hands on the stake. Her brown hair was tumbled about her face and her stormy blue eyes looked panicked. I gently grabbed her arm, and she flinched and looked down. "You..." I said weakly. She seemed so familiar. "I can't get it out..." she said in frustration, tugging on the stake frantically, making pain burn through my chest. "I know you..." I rasped, lightly stroking her arm. She was precious to me, although I could not remember why.
"Can you get it?" she panted, letting go of the stake and sitting back in frustration. "Little one, do you think I would still be here if I could?" I said, falling back again and closing my eyes, waiting for death. "Hey wait! Don't die!" she yelped, grabbing the stake again and pulling hard. "I am already dead little one. Don't waste your sorrow on a monster like me." I said, letting go of her arm. "I don't give a damn whether you are a monster or not!" she hissed, and I felt a weight settle on both my shoulders. What was she doing? "You are not leaving us when I have anything to say about it!" she snarled, and I felt something in my chest shift as she yanked on the stake. Why was she doing this for a monster? I thought in confusion. "C'mon, GET OUT!" she screamed, and suddenly both her weight on my body and the pain from the stake vanished. I sat up, seeing her land in the dust a few feet away from me, stake clutched in hand. I staggered to my feet, feeling the no-longer fatal wound instantly close up. "You saved my life..." I said in shock as she sat up. "How could I do that if you're dead?" she asked me as she tilted her head, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
I walked over and knelt in front of her, smelling her. "I have lost much blood." I said quietly, flicking a glance at the pool and then fixing my eyes on her neck. Her heartbeat suddenly accelerated, humming in my ears. "Such a nice sound..." I murmured to myself, cocking my head. I hadn't fed for weeks on my run from the hunters. Her blood smelled more enticing than any female I had ever fed upon before because of this. Could I control myself from killing her? Normally that wouldn't be a problem but...I cupped her chin gently. "I will not feed upon my rescuer." I told her, smiling at her and rubbing her cheek with my thumb. "I will find my food elsewhere tonight." She smiled at me weakly, letting me help her off the hard ground. "Thank you." I told her sincerely. She suddenly darted forward and hugged me. "No, thank YOU." she said, and I shoved her away gently. "What have I done to deserve your thanks?" I asked, deeply confused. She scrubbed rapidly at her eyes like she was wiping away tears. "You didn't die." She said matter-of-factly. I laughed at her surprise I didn't realize it beforehand. She giggled along with me, but then I heard the familiar breathing of Van Hellsing and his cronies.
"Abomination!" he hissed, and I held a hand in front of my little benefactor's chest. "Leave, my little savior. I will follow." I told her, but she stood her ground. The men all growled. "Foolish wench! You have undone all our work!" one spat, and she hissed at him. "Leave him alone!" she shouted, balling her fists and stepping in front of me slightly. I frowned, because although the gesture was well meant, being "protected" by a creature I could kill with a flick of my wrist was a little degrading. Van Hellsing sighed. "I know not what promises he has made to you, but you are no longer an innocent creature of God! By your actions you are condemned!" he roared, pulling gun out and firing at her, so quickly I didn't have to time to do anything register the fact it had pierced her heart. "Cowards! Shooting an unarmed woman instead of someone who could fight back!" I raged at them, furious. They all stumbled back, moving towards the exit, and I crouched down beside the girl's bleeding form. "Little one, stay with me. You wouldn't let death take me, and I refuse to let him have you instead!" I whispered to her, feeling her life start to slip away. "Don't have much choice though, do you?" she asked me, a trickle of blood dripping out of her mouth.
"I will MAKE there be a choice. Are you a virgin, little one?" I asked her, and she heaved in, opening her mouth, but no sound came out. Her chest fell, but did not rise again. Her heart stopped. I stared at the body. I had never seen this girl before in my life or unlife. I didn't even know her name and I doubted she knew mine, so why would she save me? "Why..." I said numbly. A searing pain in my chest made me sag down on the ground. They had staked me again. I suddenly recognized the body. "Flora?" I whispered, bloody tears forming. Her eyes were glazed and open, staring unseeing at the world. "Flora..." I said desperately, reaching out for her. A booted heel came down on my wrist and I snarled in pain. "Flora!" I screamed, howling my anguish to the uncaring sky. But there was no answer. Her body was already cooling. My beloved new master was now beyond my reach. Forever. My eyes shot open, and for a moment I couldn't remember anything from the waking world. Then I looked down, seeing Flora still sleeping in my arms. I gave a strangled, choking sob of relief and crushed her to myself, running my hands through her hair and inhaling her calming scent.
"Never, my little one." I murmured to her, rocking her gently. "I will NEVER let that happen." She blinked up at me, looking confused. Then her face softened and she leaned forward, wrapping her arms around my neck and pressing her face to my chest, right over my unbeating heart. Nothing was said, because nothing needed to be said. I held her for what seemed like hours, feeling her heart beat gently in her chest, stroking her hair. She made no attempt to pull away, humming to me softly. Finally, I broke the silence. "Integra only revoked her order for this mission. Everything will be the same as it was before this all happened when we return." I said sadly, my heart somehow aching. "No..." she whimpered, her grip on my neck tightening. "I wanna stay here. I wanna stay with you." I smiled, lightly stroking her and kissing the top of her forehead. "My precious little one, I have been waiting a long time to hear that. But we have both forgotten reality. You will grow up, return to England, take over as head of the family, and become my master. There is no way around that. Sooner or later if no other heirs can be found in the family tree, you will have an arranged marriage and produce heirs yourself. Once you become my master, I can NEVER be anything but...servant to you." She whimpered again, heartbeat accelerating. "I don't want it to be like that! I...I...I...I care for you!" she sobbed, tears starting to leak out of her eyes.
I froze, then slowly reached out, gently rubbing the tears away. I boldly kissed the last one, feeling the salty taste leak into my mouth. "My little one..." I crooned, nuzzling her. "My precious little one..." I whispered, skimming her soft cheeks with my lips recklessly. I pressed my forehead against hers, our mouths inches apart. "My precious little huntress, I want to kiss you now. May I?" I asked her, remembering the seals and her personal space. She blinked at me, opening her mouth slightly. Then-"Okay" she said, flushing a little. I smirked in satisfaction, and then gently pressed my mouth to her soft, full lips. She twitched at the delicate contact, and my arm slid around her back, pulling her a little closer to me. My self control was withering away. I had never been so desperate for something in my entire life. The craving for her was back in full force, and after being satisfied once, it had GROWN. I caressed her lips with my own, rubbing her back in slow, smooth circles. She jerked, and I felt her pleasure spike as I slowly stroked her, whimpering a little.
I gently nibbled on her lower lip, making her squeak slightly, giving me the opening I needed. I slid my tongue into her mouth, stroking her with it. I NEEDED to taste her sweet flavor. I NEEDED to explore every last inch of her mouth. It was no longer my decision. My eyes fluttered closed. Oh, such sweetness. Such a blissful, overwhelmingly delicious taste. My tongue darted around, exploring her hungrily, seeking out every nook and cranny. She moaned, squirming slightly. With a forced effort, I pulled away. "Now, my lady..." I crooned to her, sliding my hands under her hips and lifting her. "...it's your turn." she blinked uncomfortably, and then leaned forward. "I..." she said nervously, halting a few inches away. I nuzzled her slightly, smirking to myself. "Do not concern yourself. The first time is usually confusing." I told her, waiting impatiently. She nodded and bent down, bumping her lips against mine, hard. I didn't care, on the contrary, as this was very pleasing. She gently nibbled my lips now, but I knew these tricks and refused her entrance.
She whined softly, then her lips curved up in a smile. I wondered what on earth she had planned and then I felt something warm slip under my shirt. Oh, oh. Her hands slid across my chest, exploring it like I had explored her mouth. Warm and soft, they caressed me gently, and I moaned, twitching with pleasure. She smirked and suddenly her tiny human tongue flicked into my mouth, exploring it as well. Oh, such bliss. I moaned again, lifting my heavy arms from my side and clasping her waist, feeling her delicately probe my mouth, rightly cautious of my fangs, which had lengthened in my arousal. Then she stopped, and her hands slid out from under my shirt, moving to either side of my head. 'If you can hear, sorry.' her mental voice said weakly, and then her tongue deliberately jerked at a fang, cutting it on the sharp edge, letting her sweet, warm blood fill my mouth. Oh, such an ambrosial taste. It was further strengthened in its aroma by her free will, the fact that she herself gave me the blood of her own violation. 'My little one, do you know what you have just done?' I mentally asked her, and she shrugged.
With the strongest, most difficult act I had ever done, I pulled away. "My precious little one, you just accepted me as...yours. You...bonded us." I rasped, inhaling and exhaling deliberately to calm myself down. She blinked, eyes watering. "Is that bad!?" she squeaked, clapping her hands over that tempting, tempting mouth. "Not at all, little one. If you want the more human terms, you simply confirmed that you were interested." I said, pulling her against me. She sighed in relief and snuggled into me, falling asleep again after an exhausting night. I rocked her gently, still tasting her blood hungrily in my mouth. I nuzzled her sadly, because every word I had spoken was true. After tonight, I would probably never hold her again. The kindest thing to do was to pretend I hated her, break off from her violently and display I never wanted her in the first place. She would recover sooner or later and move on. I looked down at her, seeing the look of utter and complete trust on her face as slept against me.
She frowned slightly, burrowing into my jacket for more warmth, then murmured happily, nuzzling me. My heart clenched in my chest at the thought of causing her so much pain, of betraying such undeserving trust. For it was undeserving. A monster like myself, a vampire who had literally slaughtered millions, did not deserve to be trusted in such an innocent and whole-hearted way by such a beautiful and fascinating creature. She was so trusting of me; she slept against me like nothing in the world made her feel as safe or warm. "I do not deserve that..." I whispered to her, and she whined in her sleep, nuzzling me. Clearly, I thought in amusement, she thought otherwise. She shivered in her sleep, and I quickly pulled my jacket closer around her. I tucked it in carefully, and her shivers slowly stopped. I smirked in satisfaction. My little one would not be even the slightest bit uncomfortable, not if I could do anything about it.
She stretched a little, yawning silently, and I heard the slight pop of a button coming undone. I carefully pulled away my jacket, and saw the first button on her top had popped free. I reached for it, gently grabbing hold of the edges of her shirt. She sighed and muttered, and I quickly let go, not wanting her to wake up when I was touching her clothing. Especially when the button right over her curvaceous assets was open. I reached for it again, trying not to contact her body as much as possible. This was an impossibility even for me, and as I worked to close the button my fingers occasionally brushed her soft, smooth, velvety warm skin. I licked my lips, trying to ignore the stirring in my loins as the stubborn button fought me and I began rubbing against her more and more.
I felt a sudden urge that what I was doing was not right. I felt like I should be going the other way. I should be UNbuttoning her shirt, sliding my hands across her silky smooth skin, cupping her soft nipples, caressing them gently until she cried out for release. I should be pulling the covering layers of her pants and underwear aside and taste her fluids, licking up her virginity and thrusting myself inside her. I should make love to her until she could think of nothing but me, taking her again and again until my lust for her was sated. I should taste her, clamp my mouth on her delicious perky buds, suckle at her and lap my tongue across her breasts, making her whine and moan in pleasure. I should lick her, slide my tongue into her entrance and stroke her with it, probing her slit until her womanly juices covered my eager tongue and her walls clamped down around me. I should make her cry out in pleasure, shouting my name again and again. Her scent was now luring me in, twining around me, calling me to softly stroke the owner's smooth white skin. Her slow breathing was urging me on, as I imagined a different rate, as she gasped and bucked underneath me when I took her hard.
She mewled softy as I finally fastened the button, the edge clipping her skin painfully, jolting me out of the lustful haze I had been lost in. My manhood was pulsing, demanding I take her then and there, but my face softened and I pulled her up to me, inhaling her scent. Pleasurable as it would be for me, for her, to take her innocence so suddenly was just an unforgivable betrayal of her trust in me as pretending to spurn and hate her. She deserved to be aware, and consenting, before I touched her body in such a manner. Besides, without her virginity I could not turn her after death and keep her by my side forevermore. My heart throbbed, remembering the dream where she was killed and I was forced to leave her in the dust, broken and bleeding because I dared not turn her. The risk would have been too great. Vampire, would have been the greatest victory, but...what if she was not virgin? Flora...my precious little one...reduced to ghoulism, a useless, expendable, rotting monster. Not by my hand. NEVER by my hand. My little one would not be bitten until I was absolutely sure she was virgin. My precious master-in-training was never going to face that kind of choice, not as long as I still fought and walked.