Hellhounds

It was dark and cold, those were the first things her numb body and weak eyes registered. She simply seemed to float there, in an ocean of shadows, without knowledge of how or why she was there. She began to panic, franticly turning on the spot to find a way out of this horrible place but found nothing, no clue as to how to escape. She tried to run but found that her feet didn’t seem to be working, as they neither moved her nor themselves.

Truly panicking now she tried to scream, tried desperately to let someone, anyone hear her frightened voice, but her voice didn’t work. Starting to cry out of fear she broke down, silently screaming as rivers of tears ran down her freckled cheeks. She didn’t want to stay here, didn’t want to remain in this place, whatever it was, that filled her body with memories of the monster which had killed her. Then she smelt it.

A subtle thing she nearly missed, it floated to her nose from somewhere off in the far distance, and it was getting slowly closer by the minute. She didn’t know what it belong to but she, for some reason, wanted it to find her. She wanted the thing this wonderful smell belonged to, to find her and free her from this horrific prison. With fervent anticipation she waited for what seemed forever until the smells source was mere inches away from her.

She looked around with a large smile on her tear stricken face, expecting to see something to explain the smell, secretly hoping for some kind of knight in shinning amour to appear and save her. There was nothing, not a thing, just the same all consuming darkness, but now with that tantalizing smell just infront of her.

As she prepared to scream again she saw it, a slither of light right infront of her. She stared at it as it slowly began to widen until it stood before her, a door of light with that smell just beyond. Blinking she leaned forwards, stretching out her hand to it until the tip of her finger touched it and she was engulfed in light. The light blinded her and she squeezed her eyes shut trying to block it out.

Then it began to slowly dim until it was no longer painful, at which point she cautiously opened her eyes, expecting to see she didn’t know what, but not what she did see. A man, unshaven, with long untidy brown hair and lightning blue eyes stood infront of her looking at her uncertainly. When he noticed her looking at him he blinked once, then quickly backed away his hand going to the hilt of his sword, ready for an attack which wasn’t coming.

Looking at her surroundings she realized that this place was hardly any better than the hell she had just been in, still surrounded by darkness and shadows, but at least here she was not alone. She sniffed and stared at the man infront of her, it was him! He was the source of the smell she had been searching for. She stepped forwards, intending to talk to the man that smelled so good, but she lost her balance on weak legs and inevitably feel forwards towards the cold, hard stone floor.

She looked at me, her face cutely covered in freckles with beautiful blue eyes, and for a second I looked at her lost in eyes full of hope. Then I came back to my senses and jumped back, I didn’t know who the hell this women was, for all I know she could have been a succubus, that and she bore the mark of the Third Reich, generally not a good thing.

I placed my hand to my sword and looked at her for any signs of an attack. However, as she stepped forwards, looking at me with a strange look I couldn’t figure out, she tripped and fell forwards. Not entirely sure why, I dropped my sword and quickly knelt forwards and caught her just before she hit the ground.

Her petite breasts pressed themselves against my chest, bringing a light heat to my cheeks and causing me to think things that shouldn’t have come to mind. She slumped against me, her legs apparently useless, and tried to push herself up to look at me. She struggled, her arms shaking from the force she was using to hold herself, and then fell forwards again, out of breath.

What was wrong, why was she so weak? Her whole body felt numb, a tingling covering her whole form. She tried to push her self up, only making her fall back into the man that had caught her. Why did he do that, she thought as she simply lay against him breathing hard into his neck, why had he caught her when moments before he was treating like an enemy? She managed to smile as she breathed in his wonderful smell, the thing which had led her out of that hell.

I could feel her hot breath against my neck and it affected parts of me so long dead. Who the hell was this woman? She was so light and her skin so smooth and warm it was all I could do to stop myself stroking my hands over it. Her breasts kept pressing more against me with each panting breath she took, it was quite maddening. I was about to ask her what her name was but stopped suddenly when I felt her lips press against my neck.

He was so warm; she thought breathing in his scent, so warm and comforting. She didn’t know who he was but right now she didn’t care. She closed her eyes and simply breathed deeply, inhaling his intoxicating smell, the smell of a forest and of the ocean and so many other things and also the smell of power. There was the smell of his blood, too; it was such an alluring thing, strong and brimming with power she had never felt.

She kissed his neck; she had to, she wanted to taste him, needed to almost. She kissed him again this time licking him as well. She felt his body shiver at the action so she did it again, slower than the first. I shivered again, she licked me but damn if I didn’t like it, some part of my clouded brain told me to stop her; however, the call went unheeded as she licked me a third time.

Even slower than the second it caused me to sprout an instant erection; damn this girl had to be a succubus! I would have fought her, would have stopped her; but her smell, her skin, her hair, those delicately soft lips on my neck and her warm breath condensing on me skin which she kept licking all stopped me. I was simply enjoying what she was doing too much, and then the bitch bit me.

She loved his taste, loved it, adored it, she needed more of it, wanted to taste that beautiful thing coursing through him giving him life. She bit, blood pouring into her waiting mouth, his taste hit her tongue and it was gorgeous! It was as an aphrodisiac, eliciting such feelings within her that she had never felt; she wanted more, she wanted so much more, she wanted him and she would have him, he would be hers, this she promised herself as she looked up at the figure now glaring at the two on the floor.

She bit me! The bitch bit me; and yet, all things aside, it felt so good. I couldn’t stop myself from moaning at the sensation flooding through me, like a river of pleasure preceded by a warming tingling. It spread over me, reaching ever part of me and causing my erection to swell even more.

Leaning my head forwards from the slight pain of it, my nose fell into the crook of her neck and I inhaled deeply. She smelled so good and I wanted to taste her, like she had tasted me. I felt it rise from deep within me, an all consuming erg to open my mouth and sink my fangs into her jugular vein, to drink deep and consume this wonderful creature. The next thing I knew I had been hoisted up and was being carried bridal style by the women as she ran with incredible speed away from the quickly shrinking form of…

“ALUCARD!” I yelled as I was carried through the door and into the many corridors of the sublevels.

Three shots, that was all he managed to achieve at the deserted Hellsing gun range. Not from lack of desire, for he used the Younglings imaginary head as targets, but because of the hellish pain right now shooting through his heart. It spread, like wild fire, throughout his whole body; soon he was encased in a world of pain. What the hell was happening, what was going on, what the hell was this! Never, never before had he felt this much pain, even when blown to pieces by guns and bombs, never this much pain.

He felt he should die, that he wanted to die, anything to end this pain. He fell to the ground barely managing to keep himself up from the pain now stabbing ever nerve of his body with a thousand white hot knives. Then suddenly it stopped and he fell forwards in relief. He breathed heavily simply lying there in blessed relief of that pain. For half an hour he simply lay there, simply satisfied to stay and rest, free from the pain.

Though, he thought as he merged into the shadows on the ground, he really didn’t want to be found like that by one of the humans. He travelled, slowly, through his realms of shadow and darkness, floating through it until he found the portal he was so familiar with and, right now, so longing for. Stepping out he entered his room by his chair and table. Quickly taking his seat he grabbed the wine bottle and a glass and poured himself a drink.

Bringing the glass to his nose he inhaled, savouring the smell of a three hundred year old vintage, now this was wine. Swirling the glass a few times he was about to drink it when he noticed, his door was open, he never opened his door. Putting his glass down, he got to his feet, pulling out his Casull in the process. Sniffing he smelt that bastard and…no…it couldn’t be.

Walking to his coffin, gun ready at his side, he saw the kneeling form of William facing away from him. However, the person of interest at the moment was the naked girl who had just realized he was there and was now looking at him with growing fear in her blue eyes, so she remembered. He was about to speak when she jumped to her feet, pulling William into a bridal carry as she did so. Smirking slightly at the sight he watched as the two ran off, William yelling his name as he was carried through the still open steel door and off into the dark halls of the sublevels.

‘This should prove amusing’ he thought looking at his open coffin with narrowed eyes, closing it before re-entering the shadows to inform his Master that Rip Van Winkle was somehow alive.