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 4: Addiction.
Miles away on the outskirts of London, our resident vampire sat in his empty, dark, foreboding cell at the Hellsing Estate.
His lair contained a coffin and a few clusters of pillar candles, but the centerpiece was an antique chair accompanied by a small matching table.
Alucard sat in his chair, leather-clad legs crossed, with a troubled expression. The heavy red duster, hat, and glasses were absent from his body.
Though deep underground, his vampiric ears picked up on the activity of the humans above. He could hear the chatter from the staff despite the heavy storm continuing to batter the mansion.
Because of his presence, none of the operatives or cleaners dared explore the lower levels of the mansion, and Alucard preferred it that way.
The silence of the space he dwelled in wasn't new, but he found it somewhat lonesome that night. A vision of soft, teasing, full pink lips and the sillage of sweet perfume haunted his mind.
His crimson eyes glowed in the dim light, and he raised his gloved hand. A dainty silver cross dangled from his fingertips, glittering before him.
He could vividly remember smelling the enemy's golden shoulder-length locks, biting into her pale, creamy skin, and kissing her plump lips.
He felt the silent burning desire for that sweet, sanguine elixir surfacing. He spared a glance at the frosty bucket of uninviting blood packs and ice on the small table beside him.
While he could have any blood type on the Hellsing Medical roster, there was nothing like the thrill of the hunt and tasting what he had earlier.
Vivid memories of dominating that sexy blonde priestess haunted his mind, and the flavor of her forbidden essence remained on his tongue.
He truly felt alive for the first time in a long while when he tore into his sweet victim's flesh, feeling her hot blood flooding his mouth. The memory of her frightened screams and erratic heartbeat thrilled him.
He ignored this primal desire for too long, and now it was aching to be satisfied again. However, he couldn't act upon his predatory nature under the laws of the Cromwell Invocation—or at least, that was his understanding after hundreds of years of ruthless conditioning.
Why shouldn't he indulge? He did it earlier without consequence, and his master was none the wiser. Nobody would know if he visited his sweet little victim for a second round.
Nothing would stop him from hunting down his little Iscariot and forcing her to submit to his will again.
It was a far cry from the past cravings he indulged compared to his past self, which made it all the more enticing to the current him.
If he wanted it hot and fresh, right from the very veins of the enemy that plagued his mind, so be it!
And so, Alucard stood from the antique chair with a sinister grin, long limbs stretching out, readying himself for the hunt. The shadows around his feet moved sporadically, excited for their master's plan.
The vampire sank slowly onto the floor with a deep, nasty chuckle, his body melting into the shadows. The darkness swelled slightly in the dungeon before taking off to the upper levels.
Alucard's shadowy guise sped across the London countryside toward the city in search of his delicate prey.
The heavy rainfall did not deter him as he traversed through the dreary yet glittering cityscape.
Nobody noticed the mass of darkness rushing past moving cars and bustling people through the downpour. Twenty Minutes later, he arrived inside the upscale apartment complex.
Alucard's tall frame emerged from the depths of the darkest corner of the priestess's bedroom; the same alluring scent he picked up from his enemy earlier greeted him.
The entire room smelled like the human he lusted after, greatly intensifying his need for her. He moved slowly in the darkness, like a character in a horror movie, toward Seras's slumbering form lying innocently on the tall bed.
His eyes stood out in the shadows, casting an evil red glow across his cold, pale face as they fell over the damp blonde locks framing her jawline.
Alucard appreciated how temping the sheer nightwear made her look. He took his time admiring how the slinky fabric clung to her phenomenal figure most appetizingly.
Her heavy breasts rose and fell as she breathed peacefully in her sleep. The vampire leaned over, inhaling the post-shower scent wafting from her skin.
His arm raised from his side, and his gloved hand hovered above her face. A whisper of vampirical enchantment rushed over her, and the dream she was having turned erotic on his command.
Seras's cheeks grew flushed, and her lips parted for sexy, sleepy groans. Her thighs rubbed together, and her fingers grasped at the sheets below them.
Suddenly, at the climax of her dream, her eyes snapped open and she gasped. They slid toward the dark figure looming over her. Believing she was still in the nightmare, she tried to awaken herself again.
When that didn't work, her lips released a scream of frustration as the mass of shadow fell over her. Seras panicked at his encroaching form and tried to escape but found herself restricted.
A strong clap of thunder struck, and a flash of lightning illuminated the room. She could see Alucard momentarily as he loomed over her, dressed in a black, unbuttoned Victorian dress shirt.
"This isn't real!" Seras prayed, squeezing her eyes shut. Her anxiety rose and suddenly she felt ants crawling over her body.
As if by magic a solitary pillar candle on her nightstand illuminated, the thick flame pierced through the darkness, throwing a soft light into the space. Seras told herself that when she opened her eyes she'd be alone in bed.
She peeled them open but was severely disappointed when the scourge she sought to banish remained.
Oh god! Why can't I wake up? This dream should have ended long ago!
"Oh, I assure you, Seras, this is no dream. I'm here to continue where I left off with you." He said mockingly, brushing his fingers along her collarbone.
"Bastard! I knew you did something to me earlier! Wait until I'm free of this. I'll send you straight to hell!" Seras spat venomously.
Alucard's sharp white teeth greeted her as he gnashed the air violently next to her cheek. Seras trembled fearfully, worried that he intended to murder her.
"Not quite yet! I am in the mood for something equally as enticing, though." Alucard teased as he reached for her.
Seras didn't seem surprised that he could read her mind. She lay very still as the vampire's fingers skimmed up her neck, trying to plan an escape. The vampire swept back her golden hair, giving himself access to her pale neck.
His dark hair fell, obscuring half his face in the flickering candlelight while the rain pattered loudly against the window behind them. He leaned down toward Seras, and heard her heart quickening at their close proximity.
Her breath hitched as Alucard's warm lips found that particular spot on her neck and he worshiped the flesh; she felt disgusted by the arousal flooding her body from his seduction.
"Stop this! You damned monster," she whimpered.
Alucard ignored her curses, his tongue traced a path from the base of her neck up to her ear. His breath fanned across her skin, earning her a shiver from her.
She felt his wine-scented breath move across her jawline toward her mouth. The vampire's sensual mouth pressed against the beautiful plump ones of the woman trapped below him.
No matter how hard Seras resisted, the vampire wouldn't relent. Eventually through some rough coxing from his hand, the woman's teeth unclenched, granting the vampire's probing tongue access.
The vamp took advantage, slipping his appendage into her mouth. Seras tried to turn away, but his hand prevented it.
Alucard pressed his lips against hers, greedily swallowing her saliva as his tongue explored behind her teeth. He quickly dominated her soft mouth, enjoying how responsive she became as the moments passed.
End.
Witch's Corner: Hey y'all, Witch here! I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Chapter five is coming soon! RR, if you wish, thanks!