Characters: Seras. V/Alucard VT.
Genres: Drama, Humor, Horror, Misery.
Rating: M For some naughtiness.
Setting: Somewhere in fucking London.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Hellsing.
Notes: This is my only warning! If you have a weak stomach or dislike Dubcon (situations with little to no consent and forced lemons), do not read further.
Chapter One: An Unholy Night.
It was a cold, wet, and lonely night at the town's cemetery. A girl in dark ceremonial clothes exited St. Augustine's rusty parish gates.
The black half-buttoned cassock she wore fluttered behind her as she walked through the streets. Underneath, she wore a short black turtleneck and a high-waisted black garter skirt.
Her platinum blonde hair fell in layered waves around her shoulders. Feather-like bangs framed the curves of her blue eyes.
The blustery wind turned the exposed parts her skin red. She felt the moisture in the air, hinting at another rainstorm to come soon.
It had rained every day this week, and the lower parts of London were beginning to flood. Loose earth meant the arrival of even more hellish creatures— ghouls.
Tonight, she had killed sixteen of those abominations in her jurisdiction alone, but there was no sign of their vampire master.
But, of course, vampires and ghouls weren't the only things that went bump in the night. In addition to slaughtering the flesh-eating fiends, it was her first time dealing death to a revenant.
Until now, they had been only a musty page in an old occultist's book. The revenants in their new bodies were more substantial than your average undead.
Clever and sinister, the revenant operates in the shadows, possessing living or dead bodies. This differs from the Jewish Dybbuk, which inhabits objects before taking over a living host.
This loathsome creature possessed the fresh corpse of a small child who had barely passed the age of six. She quickly performed an exorcism to banish the demon back to the pits of hell, but the revenant was relentless.
It was a ruthless, ugly battle, and she had to use one of her best defensive abilities. Holy incendiary slugs are scarce, and priests of her rank receive only three per year. Thus, those golden bullets were the paladin's saving grace in the face of death.
The blonde raised the gun and aimed it at the creature as it sprinted toward her. She pulled the trigger, and a bullet burst from the gun's shining barrel.
Fortunately, the slug hit the target in the center of its chest. A scream tore from its leathery throat, and its host body writhed in pain.
Holy purple flames erupted from the child's small chest, and the revenant's true form burst forth from its human shell.
She dug into her cassock searching for her Bible. Once she pulled it out, she opened it to the appropriate Scripture and began to recite.
Her blue eyes reflected the flames of damnation as they engulfed the demon. The scourge screeched loudly, its blackened flesh bubbling and oozing.
She continued with the exorcism, reciting a holy prayer until all that remained was a smoldering pile of violet ash.
The Undertaker and The Apprentice's van arrived just then, and she breathed a sigh of relief, closing the Bible. She gave the men a nod as they came around and opened the back of their inconspicuous black car.
A wide-brimmed black hat shielded the Undertaker's gray eyes. Dressed in Western attire, he exuded a classic gunslinger vibe.
The Apprentice looked like a shrewd gentleman, ready for a brawl. He scowled at anything and everything, displeased with the nature of his job.
However, once you become an apprentice to The Undertaker, you're bound to the position for life. The Apprentice rolled up his sleeves, fetching the gasoline and shovels from the back of the van.
The Undertaker inspected the scene and little priestess. He walked up to her, wiping the black smudge from her cheek with his thumb, and patting her blonde head. He always made the same motion when they met at a cleanup.
"Blimey, you look awful! Well, go on, Sister Victoria; say your prayers for the dead."
The priestess nodded her head, lowering her gun in her other hand. She placed it back into its holster as the old man helped his assistant.
The blonde opened the leather-bound book again and spoke a cleansing hymn for the wayward souls as The Undertaker and The Apprentice tossed the ghoulish bodies into a freshly dug pit.
"Even in the darkest of times, we can praise God for His love, sovereignty, and promises," she prayed, pausing as flames erupted.
The sudden heat chased the cold from her bones. She heard the screams of the damned in the back of her mind. A voice warned her not to look out, but she dared not.
Like hands reaching out of the pit, the flames erupted. Each glowing lick twisted in the night air, climbing over each other, pointing to her.
"Harlot! Slut! Whore of God," The fire screamed at her.
An apparition of darkness flashed in her mind. She saw a vision of her body drifting in a sea of moaning blood. She shook her head, trying to banish the images from her mind.
She attempted to continue her prayers for the lost souls, but her stomach grew weak from the premonition. The ground under her boots felt hollow, and she feared she would fall into the abyss below.
Suddenly, a heavy hand landed on her shoulder, pulling her out of her thoughts. The blonde turned to see The Undertaker, whose gray eyes held pity.
"Christ, Sister Victoria, you look like you've seen a devil tonight," The Apprentice joked over his shoulder as he scattered blessed salts on the demonic pile of ash.
"Yeah, something like that," she muttered, gazing back into the blaze.
The Undertaker sympathized with the young priest at that moment. The unknown terrors of the night world left deep scars on their kind.
"You've done well, Seras. I'll follow up with the bishop about tonight's events. Don't worry about it; the boy and I will finish up here. Be off with you." he dismissed.
So, Seras left The Undertaker to his work and headed home. She was one of the few paladins of Iscariot who decided to work outside of England while most operated inside of Rome.
Truthfully, she found Vatican rather dull. In addition, there were too many rules in the holy city for her liking.
Heinkel and Yumie made everything into a competition to win Enrico and Anderson's attention, while Seras couldn't have cared less.
Other paladins treated her like an outsider, as she didn't share the same contempt against other religions. She wanted to broaden her knowledge of the occult, which only the Iscariot Division could offer.
Before she departed from Rome, Father Anderson came to her with a proposal. He asked if she was curious about Project Re-Gen 13.
Seras knew about Project Re-Gen 13. Everyone had heard rumors about the biotechnological regeneration process and its effects on the unlucky test subjects.
While it was the ultimate occult secret that the Iscariot Organization had to offer, she wasn't interested in being a true instrument of God.
Anderson understood her concern and told her to think it over while she was in England. Once she returned from London, they would discuss it again.
The missions the Church of England had refused and the Vatican assigned to her lately were beginning to take their toll. She was having a hard time dealing with the aftermath of these exterminations across the countryside.
The humanity within Seras couldn't help but question the church's motives, even though they sounded just. Father Anderson's calming letters helped quell her inner turmoil.
The residual stench of burning ghoul flesh stayed with her, making her stomach uneasy. She ran across the street into the darkness of a nearby alley.
There, she vomited loudly, emptying the contents of her stomach onto the pavement. The bile burned the lining of her throat, and she heaved until there was nothing left.
She wiped the saliva from her chin with her sleeve. Then, rinsing her mouth with the last bit of water she carried, she tossed the bottle into an open dumpster as she walked by.
There was an ominous feeling nagging at her as she drew nearer to home. Her hand clenched the silver cross around her neck, and she whispered a prayer.
Turning the corner, she stood beneath the fire escape of her modest apartment. The thought of showering and falling into bed comforted her.
She raised her head, a frown forming as she saw that her apartment's window was open. The deep-red curtains were billowing in the wind.
Danger bells rang in Seras' mind. She approached the ladder and easily hoisted herself up. Whoever thought they could waltz into her place was as good as dogmeat.
She made it halfway up the ladder when she felt something. A gasp flew from her lips and echoed through the alley. It could have been someone's hands on her sides, the feeling of breath against her neck, or both.
She quickly looked over her shoulder and noticed the creeping fog filling the alley. It could be dangerous if she faced multiple enemies in this narrow space.
Seras followed her instincts and slid down the fire escape ladder. As soon as her boots hit the gravel, she took off like a bat out of hell through the alley.
Seras stole glances at the gray haze crashing against the brick walls behind her. Something sinister stirred within it. The shadows seemed to laugh at certain moments during the chase.
Thoughts of impending doom filled her mind; she pushed them aside and kept running. The distance between her pursuer and her grew shorter with each turn. Whatever it was, it wasn't human.
When Seras rounded a new corner, she realized it was a dead end. She glanced around frantically for any ledge or crate to climb, but there was no escape.
Seras ignored the hammering of her heart in her chest. This was no time for fear. She knew what she had to do. Kill or be killed!
She quickly pressed herself against the damp red bricks. She threw back her cassock, and pulled her golden gun from its holster. Then, with her weapon poised, she waited.
The sinister fog arrived moments later. It crashed into the alley, spreading along the walls, trapping the blonde inside that space.
"Who's there?" She demanded, extending her arms outward and pointing the gun at the center of the fog.
From the cool mist emerged a tall, dark figure; the faint light of the alley revealed an insanely tall man dressed in a red duster with a wide-brimmed hat that matched the coat perfectly.
Black forelocks hung down the center of his pale, handsome face. He wore silver antique wireframe glasses with orange bi-color lenses that glowed in the darkness.
"On my evening stroll tonight, I smelled something most peculiar in the wind, and it led me here. I figured it wasn't a vampire or ghouls, but something special."
"So you were following me," Seras accused, pointing the gun at him again.
"A wolf will always follow the scent of a lost lamb," the vampire said smoothly, tilting his glasses down his long nose to see her better.
"Why," she asked, sticking her hip out with some attitude. The vampire stared at her with a slight grin. His mischievous eyes twinkled.
"Why indeed?" he replied, slowly.
"Curiosity, perhaps."
"Well, allow me to satisfy your curiosity. I am Sister Seras Victoria, an agent of Vatican Section XIII, the Iscariot Organization! I am an exterminator of all things unholy." The priestess proclaimed part of her hoping that would be enough to scare him off. But unfortunately, it wasn't.
"An agent of the Vatican? You don't look like the usual rats that crawl out from the gutters of the Holy City. How interesting."
Seras ignored his rude comment and replied, "So now you know what I am. Who are you?"
The man gave her a wide grin, pale skin wrinkling painfully against his thin cheeks. His attractiveness wasn't lost on Seras as she fought to keep the heat from reaching her cheeks.
"I am a true nightwalker, unlike the maggot vampires and vermin you've killed before. As for my name, you already know the answer to that, little priestess."
Seras sized up her opponent, finding him significantly taller than her. Part of her felt insignificant compared to him, but she didn't let that deter her.
His archaic look made him stand out from the bleak world around him. His limbs seemed endless and frightening. Seras didn't want to consider what would happen if he captured her.
Frightening thoughts of the vampire draining her of her life filled her mind. She knew she couldn't let those fears become real; she planned to bring this abomination to justice.
"If that's true, I find you guilty of being an accursed shade who walks this earth beyond its time! As a sacred servant of God, I rightfully sentence you to hell, abomination!"
The vampire only looked amused by her threat. He pushed his glasses back onto his eyes and grinned at her.
"Ah, and there it is! The twisted Iscariot speech I've been waiting for! You paladins never disappoint me," he applauded.
"I shall show you no mercy!"
"Let's dance then!"
Seras wasted no time and pumped bullets into the vampire. Blood sprayed all over the place, shimmering beautifully in the low light.
His cracked wireframe glasses fell to the ground, adding more damage to them. His wide-brimmed red hat fluttered to the dirt, riddled with holes.
His red eyes grew wide as he felt an intense burning sensation in his body. The blessed bullets that had hit him slightly hindered his quick regeneration process.
However, he was impressed by the technological advancements in Iscariot's weaponry and wondered what other fun surprises this little paladin had hidden for him.
Seras took the opportunity to attack him again. But instead of shooting him, she propelled herself into the air and produced a round ampule of shimmering holy water from her robe.
She smashed the glass against the vampire's face, causing him to cry out in surprise. Liquid melted into his flesh, eating through the tissue of his face. Pain engulfed him like a torrent of fire.
It had been a long time since he felt the punishing kiss of holy water; such a blast of godforsaken nostalgia!
Seras drew back, readying the gun as she charged him again. The priestess crashed into him, and the torn ligaments in his unhealed legs buckled under the sudden shift in weight.
He collapsed to the ground, with the Vatican agent on top of him. The nightwalker couldn't help but let out a grin as the curvy blonde straddled him.
The holy woman's ample ass, nestled against his groin, was a pleasant surprise. However, he couldn't admire it for long, as a gun was pointed at his nose.
He silently admired the furious expression on the blonde's face as she glowered down at him over her heavy breasts.
"God must have taken his time when he made you, Little Iscariot", teased the vampire. He licked his lips hungrily, almost savoring the fury in her cold blue eyes.
"Any last words, you filthy bloodsucker?" she asked, the gun pointed at the center of his forehead.
When he didn't speak, she curled a thin golden eyebrow at him and pursed her plump lips with an attitude. Her antics amused him greatly.
"Hahaha! I'd expect nothing less from a loyal knight of the Vatican! Your superior has taught you well, little Magdalena!" The nightwalker cackled loudly in her face.
Seras pulled the trigger without hesitation. She clenched her teeth in pleasure as the holy bullet burst through the creature's skull below.
She continued firing, loading the vampire with bullets. Chunks of brain, cranial bits, and blood splattered across the ground.
The vampire's long arms dropped to either side of his body, and his gloved hands twitched for a moment before they stilled.
"To cleanse this world of evil, I shall return all you demons to hell in the name of God!" She turned her back on the corpse below and finished, "Amen."
Seras stood up and surveyed her handiwork. It surprised her when the body didn't immediately disintegrate into ashes, as is usual for a vampire's body.
She figured she should finish him off with an incendiary round to make sure the job was done. She stuck her hand in her inner breast pocket, rummaging.
Damn, she had no more bullets, blessed or otherwise, and upon checking the chamber, she found it empty. If she encountered another enemy, she would be screwed.
I must brief Father Anderson on this matter. He should know something about this vampire anomaly.
Seras noticed something out of the corner of her eye and turned. What she saw was so horrific and unspeakable that her face drained of all color.
Dark blood oozed from the cracks between the stones on the path and crept toward the corpse. As it reached the vampire's shoes, the sinful fluid flowed freely around them, sliding into the pant legs.
Seras tried to escape, but went anywhere that would keep her safe from this abnormal vampire specimen.
Everywhere she turned, the ground was filled with an abyss. Thousands of red glowing eyes stared back at her from the darkness.
Knowing she was trapped, Seras wondered what she should do. This vampire wasn't like the others she'd faced in the past. The idea that he might be far beyond her capabilities as an exterminator crossed her mind.
The vampire's body began to rise. Black shadows instantly repaired his brain and skull. Layers of flesh weaved over each other, recreating his face. Finally, his scarlet eyes synchronized and moved as a pair.
Seras recalls these regenerative signatures from a deep memory. Father Anderson once told her the story of a scourge worse than any he'd ever encountered: an ancient vampire.
This creature must be the Black Peril of the Hellsing Organization, a rumored one. All agents of Seras' rank were strictly ordered not to engage him.
The vampire tested one of his arms, and a single gloved finger touched the tiny drop of blood on his forehead. That drop was the last remnant of the gunshot wound that had once existed.
"It's not often my mind gets blown. But, I must admit, there's something special about you, priestess," the undead fiend said in a sultry tone of praise.
Perhaps another priest in the area would answer her call. But could they arrive in time? Seras took the chance anyway, but her cell phone was suddenly missing from her pocket. She knew she was definitely screwed.
"No one is coming to save you, little lamb; you belong to the wolf now," he laughed manically.
Seras smirked at him as she pulled something else from her pocket. "Go ahead and try it, you undead scum!"
Seras dodged his approaching hand, and his silk glove skimmed the surface of her cheek. She reacted by launching her blessed golden-fisted fist into his unprotected face.
Perhaps another priest in the area would answer her call. But could they arrive in time? Seras took the chance anyway, but her cell phone was suddenly missing from her pocket. She knew she was undeniably fucked.
She didn't have time to ponder his anatomy as she drew back from him. Small cuts on her knuckles dripped blood.
The vampire raised his head and sniffed deeply at the arrival of fresh blood. His cheeks quickly mended themselves; this was the most fun he'd had in ages.
The humans' strength and speed impressed him. He appreciated that the girl wasn't a coward, but she was a bloody fool to think she stood a chance.
Seras engaged the vampire in more hand-to-hand combat. She quickly felt tired from dodging his punches; this fight had to end soon.
She rushed at the vampire and aimed to strike him first this time, but he grinned at her. Seras gasped as he grasped her wrist tightly and pulled her toward him. The priestess's blue eyes went blank as his fist caught her in the abdomen.
She gagged violently, and the force of his punch sent her rolling. The nightwalker watched the human's body tumble across the ground. Her holy combat relic flew off her hand, rattling off into the darkness somewhere.
He had hit her more softly than he usually hits enemies. He didn't want to break his new toy so soon. Her cassock became tattered; a few scrapes and bruises littered her skin.
Finally, Seras landed on the ground, dazed, and struggled to fill her lungs with air. A shadow fell over her limp body. The vampire reached out to the wheezing blonde with a grin.
The next thing she knew, her enemy grasped her by the cassock, yanking her up from the ground. The gravel scuffed the heels of her boots as he dragged the priestess behind him.
He crushed her against the nearest brick wall. With his gloved hand around her neck, he savored her cries of distress. She clawed at the vampire's arm to make him let go, but to no avail.
"So, Judas priestess, who am I?" he asked smoothly, peering down at her with a serrated grin. His teeth were sharp, and his insidious red eyes swirled as she stared back at him.
"You're the pet monster of that heretic, Integra Hellsing! The true vampire, Alucard!" she snarled up at him.
"Monster? How flattering!" he exclaimed. "I must say, you impress me."
He then released her neck, only to strike her across the face for the insult to his master.
Seras moaned at the throbbing pain in her cheek and newly split lip. Then, she turned toward him and spat in his face. Alucard leaned in close to her, licking his lips slowly in appreciation of the taste of her blood on his lips.
He murmured to her, "Virgin blood always tastes the sweetest." Seras turned her face away in disgust.
He took advantage of their closeness, sniffing her hair subtly. He found the scent alluring in this enemy priest.
He found no scent of incense, beeswax, or dusty Bible pages. Instead, his nose detected hints of raw vanilla, burnt roses, and amber undertones.
"So what now, Alucard?" she hissed. The way she spoke his name with such venom turned him on.
"I appear to be the victor, and it is time for me to claim my prize," the vampire revealed. Seras caught the scent of red wine on his breath as it crossed her face.
"What are you going to do, bite me?" she taunted.
Alucard smirked at her, taking in her attractive features. She was such a fine young woman, delicate yet dangerous.
"Is that an invitation, my dear," he asked teasingly.
Seras growled back, "Not hardly!"
"Poor little Iscariot, what do you think you can do to stop me? I can sense the darkness inside you, that sweet craving for lust you've been hiding from yourself! Here, let me unleash it for you!"
Seras didn't have a second to reply as he gripped the collar of her sweater and ripped it apart. Then, she heard the "tink" of her cross as it hit a wall and fell off somewhere in the dark.
"To think you had such a sinful body hidden away under these holy robes. It makes me curious if you taste as delicious elsewhere. Tell me, does the idea excite you?"
Seras tried to appear unaffected by what he said. But then, again, she felt herself growing hot. She was falling into those hellish depths of his. She knew he'd already wormed his way inside of her.
"What a pity it is to think that you devoted yourself to God all these years, only to give it all up to a creature like me," Alucard taunted, his husky voice even more so than before, and his patience was fraying.
Seras spoke venomously, "A godless heathen like you wouldn't understand devotion!"
"That is where you are wrong, Little Iscariot. The devotion I hold is to my master. You, on the other hand, serve a thankless god who doesn't care if you live or die!"
His fingers massaged the warm flesh gently, bringing her nipples to stiff peaks. Finally, his finger found her hardened nipple and gave it a slight flick, making her cry out in shock.
"Bastard! Do you have no honor?" Seras sobbed in shame.
"Trash like you doesn't deserve honor, Seras Victoria! I'll make sure you know what true suffering and horror is," he mocked darkly.
His grin broadened across his pale face as he saw the fear in her eyes and the redness flowing into her tear-stained cheeks.
Seras gasped as the vampire pried his way into the deepest parts of her mind and read the ideas there. He inserted himself into her darkest fantasies, granting him access to her later.
The blood rushed somewhere unexpected inside him. He quickly decided to satisfy his sudden urge at the expense of this vixen.
His hands took hold of her waist, lifting her up to his level. Seras struggled against him as his hips thrust forcefully between her thick thighs.
"I'd rather die than be sullied this way!"
Leaning in slowly, Alucard's eyes fell upon the girl's pale, perfect neck. A sensation of thirst washed over him, and he felt the urge to drink that which was forbidden.
"If that's what you desire, I shall grant you the ultimate release."
Though she had attacked him first, she was protected by her status as a Vatican agent. As such, killing or devouring Iscariot went against his master's rules.
Of course, Alucard knew this, but he didn't care. Such a fresh and ripe target couldn't be ignored. So, instead, the no-life king's protruding fangs inched closer to her skin.
"You demons are all the same! You take lives as you please, like you're gods! You aren't; you're nothing but a disease! A plague that needs to be eradicated from this world," she preached at him.
Alucard paused against her, hearing those words. His fangs pulled away from her neck and his sinful scarlet eyes bore into her righteous blues.
"Ah yes, all you people know as a solution to things is genocide! Your mouth is starting to annoy me; perhaps I should teach you how to use it properly!"
Seras raised her head defiantly, glaring up at him. Interestingly, even in that position, the human still had the audacity to look down on him.
"Do your worst, vampire!"
He grasped her chin and lowered his head, his lips capturing hers in one motion. He swallowed her feeble protests, pressing his mouth firmly against hers.
Seras thought the situation couldn't get worse, but then, a monstrous tongue invaded her mouth. Despite her best efforts to free herself from him, there was no escape—tears of frustration formed in her eyes as the vampire held her jaw in a bruising grip.
Finally, after a few moments, their lips parted, and they shared one breath. As Seras gazed into his haunting crimson eyes, she knew he would murder her.
"It's been a very long time since I've felt such passion. But, I do have some sense of honor. I'll only drink this time," Alucard whispered huskily.
Would it hurt? Would it feel good? Alucard grinned as he heard her thoughts.
"Get on with it, bastard," she spat.
Alucard chuckled at the priestess, highly amused by her boldness. He leaned in close to her and she shivered as his lips brushed against her ear and continued lower.
He heard the beating of her heart increase as his lips kissed the junction of her neck and shoulder.
Alucard's lips parted, and he bit down. Seras cried in pain, feeling her teeth break through her skin.
Do not resist my power, or else it will only bring you pain! Surrender yourself to me, Seras Victoria!
She gave in to the vampire, moaning softly against him. Under his influence, her arms wrapped around his broad shoulders, keeping him close to her as he fed.
Seras felt herself losing strength as she gave him her life's blood. Her hands fell away from him, hanging limply at her sides.
Alucard didn't want to kill the girl, but he found the taste of her blood so addictive that he couldn't resist drinking.
He held her tighter, and his fangs sank deeper into her. The no-life king was about to indulge himself even more when he felt the sigils on his hands burn.
Damn it all! Integra had summoned him back to the Hellsing manor at the wrong time. The more he ignored the call, the worse the pain became.
Alucard withdrew his fangs from his victim. Seras winced at the pain, and as his face floated into her vision, she leaned toward him. His lips pressed against hers one last time, and it pleased him when she responded with the same eagerness.
"How unfortunate; what a perfect night it was," the nightwalker said as he stepped away from the girl. His body faded into the shadows.
Alucard's voice promised in the darkness, "We shall meet again soon, my little Iscariot."
At that moment, the rain started to fall heavily and soaked Seras thoroughly. Blinking through the downpour in confusion, she touched her wounded neck.
Her tongue nervously swept over her bottom lip, and she remembered how passionately he had kissed her. How could she let him do such a thing to her?
She clutched her torn, wet sweater, and pushed down her skirt. A furious blush bloomed across her cheeks at all the erotic moments that had transpired between them. Now that they had tasted each other, she knew the cravings wouldn't cease.
The Hellsing vampire's influence would undoubtedly lead her to ruin. All that crossed Seras' mind was escaping London before it was too late.
End.
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