The Seldom Seen
AN: WARNING! Violence.Because I was feeling down for no reason. My cure? Beating Seras into paste. :D
34: Violence Is Contagious
Seras yipped and flung herself backwards as her Master swung at her with one powerful arm. Her eyes widened and she felt her left arm ripple, but she pushed it back as she landed nimbly on the tips of her combat boots, leaping to the left as a shadow tendril whipped at her, but the second one knocked her legs out from under her and she landed with a thud. "Mmph!" She grunted, tasting blood in her mouth from biting her lip.
The tendril that tripped her wrapped around her right ankle and tightened before flinging her into the wall. Her arm dissolved into a mass of shadows that cushioned the impact, one section moving down her body to sever the tether, and she melted into the stones a split second later. Blood, hot and wet, oozed down her ankle to dampen her sock before it was mostly reabsorbed as her wound healed, but the scent of blood was rich in the air and she cursed.
A presence loomed behind her, and before she could react properly, her right arm was twisted backwards, her wrist nearly level with her neck. Fuck! Her shadow arm reached back to push him away, and he retaliated by dislocating her shoulder. She whimpered.
Swallowing the cries of pain trying to climb up her throat, her shadows whipped at Alucard, battering him with their unnaturally sharp edges. He tightened his hold on her wrist and she felt his talons dig into flesh, lubricating her skin with crimson dye. That gave her an idea and quick as a flash she lifted her feet up tp plant them on his thighs, flipping herself and jerking free with the aid of her blood slick skin, facing him with a cocky smirk.
He grinned at her, and backhanded her to the floor, but she had anticipated that and melted once more into the stones, her shadows bringing him down with her. She felt the impact and was surprised he hadn't caught himself.
She fled deeper into the lower levels of the manor, knowing it was only a matter of time before he found her.
The shadows writhing around her pulled slowly together and congealed into a single black mass that she concentrated upon until it regained the peachy tone of skin and took on the appearance of her left arm once more. She gritted her teeth and used her reformed hand to pop her shoulder back into place.
'Behind you.' A half forgotten voice whispered in her head and she rolled to the side just in time to avoid getting caught between Baskerville's jaws. "Hey!" She shouted at the walls, growling in aggravation at the lack of response. The hound's form rippled and sprouted two more heads so that she faced a six eyed (or would that be eighteen?) Cerberus. "Oh fuck you." She snarled at her Master, flipping backwards to land briefly on the wall, vaulting herself up and through the ceiling… and right into his arms.
He smirked down at her before wrenching her arms back, and holding her wrists as he used them to swing her into the floor. He ground his knee into her spine and leaned down to breathe on the back of her neck teasingly. "Do you give?"
"Yeah, sure, I give. I give you a bent dick." She sneered, using her unnatural vampiric flexibility to swing her foot up and back straight into his groin. He grunted mildly in discomfort, and in another of those 'fuck you, that's how' moves he had her face planting the wall, hands and feet touching as he held them at awkward angles.
"Hilarious." He drawled, hiking her legs up higher until she gasped. "I could roll you like a bowling ball." He announced with an air of gleeful menace. She groaned as she felt the cold film of his shadows tie her limbs in place, and the support of the wall vanished to leave her dangling like that painfully. The dangling only lasted a moment as he shifted his hold on her to toss her across the room. She bounced a few times, on the first impact, her collarbone cracked, on the second, her femur snapped, the third she thought her vertebrae might have slipped out of place, and the fourth attempted to turn her nose inside out. The fifth and final impact was with the wall and her neck broke. She gurgled painfully around the blood flooding the back of her throat.
Seconds – minutes, hours, days? Her mind was drowning in an overload of raw nerve endings and it distorted the flow of time terribly – later the bonds holding her in the vaguely ball like shape vanished and dimly she knew that her arms and legs flopped limply to the floor. She heard the click and crack of bones being slid back into place, and faintly felt the warmth and pressure of her Sire's hands upon her, realigning her body even as her healing took effect.
A floating sensation made her whine low in her throat as her senses reeled crazily before the world settled back into its proper place. A deep chuckle vibrated through her very bones and she sighed. "Fine, I concede already. I never signed up for this kind of foreplay, you know." She grumbled, and his laughter turned wicked as he hand supporting her upper back moved to cup her right breast teasingly.
"Keep that attitude up and I'll go through with my threat to whip you before bed, dear." He whispered in her ear, and she shivered. Her toes curled at the thought and she bit her lip to hold back a moan.
She was so screwed.