The Seldom Seen
AN: You are hereby warned that this chapter is rather dark. Because I like stuff like that. My brain got stuck on the longer, comparitively ncer chapter up next. But now that I have this out of my sysytem I should be able to get chapter eight done.
So if you don't like Alucard treating Seras like a punching bag, skip this chapter and wait for the next one that will hopefully be out later today.
Oh and before I forget... I LOVE ALL MY REVIEWERS, AND FOLLOWERS, AND FAVORITERS! Each time I look and see how many of each I have, it makes me all happy and warm and tingly and want to write more. :]
07: Bad Girl
"Uh oh…" Cringing, shrinking in on herself, Seras stares pleadingly up at the looming figure of her Master. "It was an accident?"
His hand shot out quick as a flash, backhanding her into the wall. Gasping in pain, vision going white for a moment, Seras slides down to the floor, limp as a rag doll.
"Get up." The male spat in disgust, foot tapping and giving her fair warning. Only her legs collapsed out from under her when she tried, and said boot found its way to her ribs. Crack!
Rolling in agony and coughing up blood, Seras shivers violently and claws at the floor to get away from the menacing figure at her back. "Please, I'm sorry!"
"Weakling." His heel came down on her right hand and crushed it mercilessly, bones snapping wetly and skin tearing to leave a growing pool of blood. Seras screamed and yanked furiously at her hand to get free. "Master!"
"I can taste your pain, Police Girl." Her Master crooned, bending at the waist to stare at her with those glowing hellfire eyes.
Feeling desperate, she swung her other hand at his face with black claws protruding from the split fingers of her glove. She missed and his heel ground down harder in reprimand. "Now now, Police Girl, that wasn't nice."
Whimpering, blood trickling down her chin, Seras tugs at her trapped hand experimentally. He didn't budge. Biting her lip, and tasting yet more of her own blood on her tongue, she swings her free hand out at his ankle to try and force him off that way. It worked,.. except that he kicked her in the chin instead – nearly shattering her jaw and damn near close to snapping her neck. The force sent her flying – what a surprise – into yet another wall. Curling into a pitiful ball, and crying out as her broken ribs grate against her lungs, she hacks up more blood as it fills her airway. "M-Master…" She wheezes, blood tears rimming her eyes but not yet trickling down her cheeks.
"Fledgling." He answered, gloved hand fisting cruelly in her hair and dragging her across the floor towards his throne like chair. The male sat and dropped her at his feet. Moments later a blood bag plopped down in front of her nose. Seras quivered, eyes darkening until they glistened cherry red need… Reaching her undamaged hand out, she yanked it closer and bit into it desperately, cringing at the filmy taste of the plastic on her tongue. But the luke warm crimson liquid eased the pain of her broken bones within seconds, and she felt them resettling and regenerating shattered pieces. Ow.
When the blood pack ran dry, she dropped it. Shivering as though taken by a sudden chill, the small girl glances up warily at the looming figure of her Master.
He was smiling. Oh god… "Master?" It took every bit of will power she had not to let her voice tremble.
He reached down, and she cringed, but he simply patted her head like an owner would a dog. She couldn't help but lean into the softer touch with a faint purr like sound in her throat. Yes, she liked this much better, though she thought rather longingly of the days when her Master ignored her… But if he was petting her, then it meant he wasn't angry anymore. Lord but his moods changed like quicksilver!
Exhausted by the roller coaster ride of her Master's mood swings, and lulled by the petting, Seras' lids drifted closed and her cheek slowly lowered until her head was resting on his foot; the rest of her sprawled out in a boneless heap. At least it wasn't all blood and pain and fear with him. She ached to change their relationship; either back to what it was, or at least something less physical. But her Master decided that, not her, apparently.
Blackness engulfed her in a soothing promise of numbness, and she lost consciousness, body going still without her mind's habit of breathing.
Alucard chuckled darkly and scooped her limp form up into his lap to continue petting her blonde locks indulgently. "Good girl."