Immoral Attraction.
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: Do not read this if you have a weak stomach or don't like Dubcon (little to no consent and forced lemon situations). This is just something made for fun and as you can tell deviates majorly from the original storyline!
Chapter Three: Soaked.
Rain fell heavily across London. Twenty minutes later, Seras arrived home angry, cold, and soaked to the bone.
She climbed inside her kitchen through the open window, nearly losing her balance because of slickness coating the surface. Her irritated blue eyes narrowed under her dripping forelocks in the darkness while she crept further inside.
The blonde grabbed her tactical knife from a hidden compartment in the bookshelf in the hall. Armed and dangerous, she secured the rest of the apartment.
Ten minutes later, Seras returned the knife to its hiding place. She removed her wet boots and dropped her coat upon entering the laundry room.
Inhaling deeply, Seras peeled off her sopping-wet and torn-up clothes. As the blonde tossed them into the rubbish bin, she knew she'd have to replace them when she had the time.
She retreated to the washroom and flipped on the light, entering the bright space. It was a luxurious modern bathroom with white-gold marble accent walls and a large walk-in shower.
She walked over to the control panel on the wall and started the shower. Hot water rushed from the golden rainfall shower head, and moments later, steam began to fill the air.
Seras stared at her nude form in the full-length mirror propped up in the corner of the bathroom. She frowned at the dark purple spots standing out against her creamy skin.
The pads of her fingertips skimmed over the sizable black bruise above her navel, where the vampire's fist had connected. At the slightest touch a sensation of pain rippled across her middle, drawing a sharp breath from her lips.
It was her mistake, a fatal error that nearly cost her life. Seras sighed loudly, disappointed in herself, and went to wrap her fingers around her mother's cross for comfort.
As her fingers touched bare flesh, she remembered she had lost it during the fight and grew distressed. Guilt over losing the only keepsake she had left of her parents filled her.
Despite tonight's events, she stepped into the shower and enjoyed the hot water splashing over her. She closed her eyes as it poured down her curvy body, washing away the grime and blood.
Seras reached for her cherry blossom shampoo as uninvited thoughts of the Hellsing vampire Alucard intruded on her mind.
What would their subsequent encounter bring? Death and despair were the only acceptable answers. One should never flirt with devils. Oh yes, she knew better.
As she began to wash her hair, her mind drifted to the feel of the vampire's fingers slipping between her thighs.Her nipples grew tight, and she felt her center throbbing.
Deep down, she wanted to experience that thrilling rush of the vampire dominating her again and making her submit to him.
Wait, no! These were not her true feelings; they couldn't be! She would never allow herself to have such desires about a filthy bloodsucker.
However, the memory of his sinful ruby eyes burning into hers and the feeling of his teeth sinking into her skin was still vivid.
Upon rinsing out the shampoo, she felt the pit of her belly grow warm, and she tucked her wounded bottom lip between her white teeth.
The bite marks on her neck would eventually fade, but it was the internal scars that worried her. Just how deeply did he corrupt her with his essence?
Vampires had the unique ability to bewitch marked humans from long distances, and this knowledge made Seras uncomfortable as she reached for the conditioner. She'd instead fall into hell than let herself burn for such a fowl abomination.
As Seras worked the thick, creamy product throughout her scalp, she knew she should consult a fellow priest about tonight's circumstances. For now, all she could do was lock those feelings away in the recesses of her heart.
Shooing away her cumbersome thoughts, she rinsed out the conditioner and squeezed out her soggy golden locks, sighing in frustration. The hot water rushing over her face did help to quell the surfacing anxiety within her.
Then, finally, she scrubbed herself roughly with her soapy loofa, causing red blotches to rise across her already bruised body. Every part of her ached, and thoughts of falling into bed comforted her.
She rinsed thoroughly, shut off the shower, and stepped onto the fluffy bath mat. She wrapped her blonde hair in a small cloth and approached the bathroom vanity.
She patted her body with an oversized towel, applied some amber and jasmine moisturizer to her hands, and worked it thoroughly into her skin.
She brushed her teeth and rinsed her mouth with a sterilizing wash to complete her nightly routine. A soft hiss escaped her lips at the burning sensation in her wounded mouth.
Looking over the wound in the neon mirror in front of her, she found that the tear wasn't too deep, but it still hurt like hell. The memory of Alucard's lips against hers appeared, but she quickly disregarded it.
Seras pulled a tube from the overstocked medicine drawer and carefully dabbed lidocaine gel over the wound. Her eyes fell to the bite on her neck, and she applied some there, too.
Finally, she popped some aspirin and swallowed it dry. She hurriedly dried her hair, then slipped into a short white chemise and matching lace panties. She entered the dark hall and headed toward the low-lit bedroom.
Upon entering the cozy space, she turned the thick duvet down and removed some pillows from the canopy bed, tossing them carelessly onto the plush ottoman at the foot.
She climbed onto the tall bed and eased her sore body into it. Her limbs spread across the violet and lilac-scented sheets, and she exhaled with a deep sigh of contentment.
Seras knew she should write her letter to Father Anderson about tonight's events, but tiredness overruled the duty.
The rain pattered loudly outside her window, lulling the weary priest. Her lids slowly fell over her blue eyes, and sleep finally claimed her.
End.
Witch's Corner: Hey y'all, Witch here! I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Chapter four is coming soon! RR, if you wish, thanks!