Faith

Astharoshe_lunastars alter ego: *is trying to feel better* thanks, for the support and yeah, I would totally program him to be flirtatious. But I'm demented and have more need of a hotbot than a killdoll.

winterfrau: I wanted to make him that way so badly, so I'm glad he came across the way I was struggling to make him. And yeah, as sick as the daggers were, I thought that was hot too. My fiance was all like....discgruntled and disgusted. Oh well. and thanks for the praise :"> I think you guys are way too nice to me though >_<

DarkCrusnikMagician: ROLFMAO! I wanna be involved in a sexagon! XD And thanks for checking in. I totally wanna like randomly throw Dietrich in for like fuck's sake now. Literally. I totally should make shirts that say "I read about Alex the Smut Goddess's sexagons on AFF.net" ROLFMAO! We'll see where we can fit Dietrich in. I think I can work it out. But I need to get over the writing hump I'm going to be hitting soon.

KaieAithne: thanks for the praise, and I updated, I see you saw and that you reviewed, thank you! I'm going to go review yours now so you will feel loved yay! we can harass one another in the reviews muahahahahaha. MmmMmMMmmm...Huguey goodness

Caranril: LOL it's more Alucard than Isaac, but I totally dig the idea of him saying it and I wanted him to be super twisted, so why not. I wonder if he should be made to wear a bright red fedora for his punishment in the next chap....hmmm.... YAY Tsao's chicken! bukaw! *takes her award* I would like to thank all my vampire bishis...Abel, Cain, Isaac, Alucard, Louis....MmmmMmmMmMm...throw me in and we gots ourselves a sexagon ;)

Read on, people! I'm bored with this part of the story, so don't be bored with it too! I must have reviews! *hyperventilates* I'm not BORED with it, there's bishis running amuk, but I'm totally eager to write the sequel already. As I said, the story is all in my head, it's just not on paper yet. Err... the internet. I would NEVER commit this to paper as I myself would be commited should it ever be discovered. At any rate, I think you guys might like the sequel. Anyone up for a Hellsing/TB xover? Please say yesh :X Anyone up for it? Yeah? Yeah? No? :'( TELL ME! >_< No kitty that's a bad kitty! >_< Okay. So, another manic day, another twisted chapter. All the rage I've been building up this week shall be channeled stunningly into the next chapter.

Chapter 25:...The Servants Will Play

“Your Eminence, this couldn’t have waited?” Abel burst into the Cardinal’s office without even knocking and Catherina was quite affronted as Abel was in quite a state of disarray.

“Abel Nightroad! How dare you barge into my office unannounced.”

“Catherina, I was close to finding Alex! Why did you call me back?” Abel’s agitation only grew with every passing moment and Lady Catherina removed her monocle to survey his face.

“You’ve been close to finding her for a week now, Abel.” Abel’s face flushed in indignation, but before he could respond, Catherina continued. “I know you are close to her, everyone can feel it. That is why I called you back. You need back up. Take Tres, Leon, and Hugue, and return to where you were. You cannot battle Cain and his coven alone, Abel. Love and angry determination are not enough to guarantee a win in this fight.” Abel blushed brightly at the Cardinal’s last statement, but also accepted the approval that was quietly hiding within it.

“Your Eminence.” Abel turned to go, his feet carrying him swiftly to the door.

“Abel.” Catherina’s voice was quiet, a worried tone he hadn’t heard since she was very young.

“Catherina?”

“Come back to us, Abel. You are the greatest among us, and the AX needs you.”

“This will not be our last meeting, Catherina. Come, Tres.” Tres bowed to Lady Catherina and moved to follow Abel as he rounded up Leon and Hugue. Abel knew where to find Hugue, and he headed straight to the gardens where Hugue had taken to training strenuously in the past two days. He was frustrated with his inability to really help when it came to locating Alex and so he vowed that once called upon, he would be able to help at least in the battle to rescue her.

“Father, Watteau!” Hugue stopped mid-thrust, lowering his blade to the ground. “It’s time to rescue Alex.” Hugue’s face melted into his frowning determined mask and he followed Abel, a mere step behind him and Tres. They found Leon not long after and as they crossed the mosaic courtyard that opened up into the Vatican, the sun falling behind the buildings, a chuckle rang out over the empty courtyard.

Abel looked up and saw a face he hadn’t seen in many many years. Leon and Hugue’s eyes flew from Abel to the man a mere twenty yards away and then back to Abel. They’re visages seemed unnaturally identical, even more than identical twins. They looked to be the same man split into two bodies and for a moment, Abel’s partners were taken aback by the sudden appearance of the infamous Cain.

“Cain! Where have you taken Alex?” Abel’s face was contorted in fury, an expression no one had seen him wear with such veracity.

“I have taken her from this dreadful base of operations, and taken her somewhere far more enjoyable.”

“Enjoyable? You truly are mad! Release her, brother, and bring her to me.” Cain’s face grew bitter, his eyes glowing eerily in the failing light.

“Oh, yes. I was always mad. Mad because I didn’t follow her every word like a simpering puppy. Mad because I believed I deserved more than what we were given. Now you call me brother. Now, when all hope is lost of finding that which is so precious to you; when you are in danger of losing a lover for a second time to my unyielding embrace.” A cold malicious smile spread across Cain’s face and both Leon and Hugue stared at Abel, waiting for him to deny Alex as a lover. It never came, and both men’s shock grew, Hugue feeling vague feelings of jealousy stir in his chest.

“So help me, Cain, if you’ve harmed her, I will punish your decaying body until my mourning has passed fully.”

“Oh yes, and we both know how very much time you can waste weeping for weak women.” Cain enunciated every word, covering it with sarcasm and malice before he let it fall from his lips. Abel snarled, flaring into his crusnik form, his fangs elongating fearsomely. Cain laughed, delighted at the turn of events and followed suit, his wings flaring impressively behind him. In the next instant Cain and Abel had taken to the air, Abel clutching his massive red scythe and Cain a long black spear. Both men had changed, their figures becoming menacing, their faces contorted in the same look of hatred.

“Alex is not weak! No doubt she has already given you a good fight.”

“Oh she’s more easily swayed than you could imagine, Abel. She’s a rather sweet little plaything, isn’t she?” His cold malevolent whisper enraged Abel and he sent his scythe flying towards Cain. Cain quickly dodged, chuckling, and looked towards his companions on the ground, the android shooting round after useless round at him. Cain grinned obscenely and sent a red bolt of crackling energy flying at them. Abel turned to scream for them to move but they were already dodging the attack. Cain took the opportunity to attack Abel in his distraction. Raising his pale hand, he sent an invisible ball of energy toward his brother, and watched as the ball collided with his stomach, sending him head over heels toward the ground. Abel recovered quickly, flying at his brother with blinding speed, watching as Cain held his ground. Cain held his position until Abel was only feet away, flying back to avoid his strike. Cain miscalculated and Abel’s scythe sliced into his chest, sending an impressive spray of his blood flying away from the two of them.

“I see I have touched a nerve, brother.” Cain chuckled, reaching a hand to his chest to assess the damage. The cut was deep and burned with his every breath. “It is not the only thing of yours I have touched.”

“You sadistic bastard! If you’ve hurt Alex, I will cast you into the pits of hell myself!”

“Hurt her? Oh she was screaming, but not in pain, I assure you.”

"You filthy liar!”

“Now why would I lie?” Cain laughed coldly and sent a red bolt flying at Abel’s chest. Abel dodged it, sending his scythe at Cain’s head. Cain was thrown off when the scythe actually came close enough to cut a few golden hairs.

“Alex would die rather than let you touch her.”

“Than perhaps you are fighting to retrieve a corpse?” Cain grinned, but his strength was weakening and he couldn’t keep up with this taunting.

“God damn you, Cain! God damn you to an eternity of misery!”

“No need to pray, brother. He has already granted your deepest wish.” Cain’s face once again became embittered and he glared hatefully at his brother. “You have always cast aside that which is essentially yourself. Those which should be dearest to you mean nothing. You, my brother, are wrapped in hatred as surely as myself, and we, being the same person through and through, shall share the same fate.”

“Perhaps I am destined to Hell for my past, but I am not the same man as you, Cain. I have struggled to repent these last long years, and I beg for forgiveness daily. I do not flaunt my sins as you do! We were never the same, and we never will be.”

“No, brother, we are the same. We have always been the same, and your greatest sin is rejecting the person you should have held closest.” Cain’s face sunk, the light from it fading as he faded before Abel’s eyes. His form and outline became indistinct and his sad lopsided smile disappeared just as Alex had that day.

“Cain!” Abel’s cry rang out against the stone and brick buildings surrounding them and the men on the ground watched as Abel’s scythe crashed to the ground and dissolved into liquid, floating back to Abel’s body in slow elegant ribbons.

Alex was lost to a soundless senseless place again and she was so dulled to the world of existence that she could not even feel fear. Before long she heard the faintest whisperings, voices that floated through her mind, looking for something she couldn’t even grasp. Her mind felt muddled and confused, and she couldn’t even recall who she was. She struggled to remember, struggled to find anything in herself that would remind her what she was, who she was. She found nothing.

Suddenly Alex was launched into a world, a body, and her memories returned, jumbled, flashing behind her closed eyes like an out of control newsreel. Her back was pressed almost painfully into a cold rough stone wall, her thighs were wrapped around a thick muscular waist and two powerfully sculpted arms held her fast, pinning her. Her partner ground against her core and she opened her eyes, shocked to see she was in a small bedchamber, a few scant candles lighting the room.

“Alex, are you all right?” Alex shook her head as an unruly black mane came into view and she looked up into the warm brown eyes of Leon.

“Leon?” Alex’s voice came as a quiet confused whisper and he ran his fingers over her cheek.

“Are you all right? I didn’t mean to be so rough, but you make me quite eager.” His words were laced with his smile and his warm breath cascaded over her ear, making her shudder between him and the wall.

“I’m fine, Leon.”

“Good. I think we can do better than fine, though, don’t you?” Leon ground into her again and Alex was amazed at the slickness her own sex lent to the action. His fingers, slightly roughened from years of battle ran over her pale skin, his tan sharply contrasting her porcelain expanses. Alex watched his hands as they traveled to her breasts to tease her nipples. She arched her back off the wall, mewling, and Leon groaned in appreciation. Alex’s arms went to his neck, threading through his wild hair of their own accord and Leon leaned in to kiss her fiercely.

“Leon!” Alex gasped as he bit gently into her neck and she felt the oddest tug in the back of her mind.

“Alex.” His smooth voice, usually so loud and booming, was quiet and seductive and utterly effective. Alex melted back into the wall as he placed the head of his arousal at her entrance. Leon threw his head back and groaned loudly as he sank his thick erection into Alex’s inviting wet depths. Alex whimpered quietly as he stretched her slightly, and she closed her eyes, mewling. “Forgive me, Alex.” Leon kissed her lips and she sucked gently on his lower lip.

“Don’t stop, Leon.” He let loose a ragged breath, his arm muscles flexing in anticipation as he began to pull out and dive back into her. Alex moaned outright as he pushed her back into the wall with his insistent thrusting. Alex gripped his shoulders, her nails digging in slightly as he rode her, his pace steadily increasing. Leon pushed off the wall and stood with his legs spread to shoulder width, gripping Alex’s hips as he brought her down onto his arousal. His muscles flexed and twitched as his sex plunged repeatedly into Alex’s wet heat, his grunts and groans ringing out in the silent small chamber. Alex’s moans quickly escalated into cries of ecstacy as she relaxed into Leon’s capable grip, letting him drive her to her end.

The vision abruptly faded into her Master’s bedchambers, Isaak atop her, extracting himself from her embrace unceremoniously as Cain stood in the doorway, a gaping wound splitting his chest down to the underlying bone. Alex’s head reeled and she clutched her head in pain, confused beyond belief.

“Isaac!” Cain gripped the Methuselah’s throat, slamming him into the wall. “What in the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Cain’s crusnik form was more exaggerated than normal, the glow from his eyes intense, his hair roiling like an angry sea. He clutched his servant’s throat with a tightness he didn’t completely intend.

“C...Cain...” Alex’s voice sounded tiny and terrified. Cain turned back to Isaac, roaring at him ferociously. Isaac found himself trembling, honestly afraid of his Master for the first time in a long time.

“What have you done to her mind?” Cain squeezed a little tighter and the Methuselah turned a sickly shade of purple. Cain reluctantly loosened his grip enough that Isaac could respond, but he could feel himself weakening and couldn’t wait any longer to dawdle on Isaac’s foolishness. “Fix this confounded wound, Isaac, and move us. Abel is on his way.”

Cain released Isaac and turned to the bed, gathering Alex in his arm. She was sobbing quietly and he rocked her comfortingly. She turned towards his wound to examine the seriousness of it, but he covered her eyes, whispering to her not to look. He kissed her tears and promised to avenge her violation at the hands of his servant, and as he finished speaking the room seemed to be suddenly swept by a fierce wind. She buried her face into his shoulder and quieted her sobbing, listening to the whistling of the ethereal wind that had swallowed the room.

“Alex, you can open your eyes now.” The wind had died down and she was laid back on the bed, opening her eyes to see a tired and blood splattered smile on Cain’s face. She watched as he stripped to the waist and Isaac attended his wound, refusing to look into his Master’s face as he worked. The wound sealed together quickly, covering his exposed rib bones and flesh. As soon as Isaac had sewed him back together with his magic, Cain slammed him up against the stone wall, ravaging his neck. Isaac’s head was tilted at an unnatural, awkward, looking angle and his face contorted in a rare show of pain. Cain’s talons had pierced through his shoulder and he was slowly twisting the appendages as he drank. Isaac’s eyes fell on her and his expression showed his underlying shock.

“Cain!” He abruptly pulled away to gaze at her, a lone drop of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

“Are you all right, Alex?” Her vision wasn’t as focused as it should be and she found herself confused as to what had been real and what hadn’t. She knew she wanted Isaac to hurt, but she was more desperate for Cain’s solid, reassuring body. She shook her head and he released Isaac, letting him slump against the wall. Alex pulled him close and Cain nuzzled into her hair. “What did he do to you, Alex?”

“I...don’t know...” Cain ran his fingers over her cheeks, cradling her head in his hands as he massaged her temples. She whimpered softly and melted into his hands. He searched through her mind, finding the scenes that Isaac had created for her, the way she fought it, the way he forced it. As Cain plunged deeper, searching every corner of Alex’s scrambled mind, his fury towards Isaac grew. When he pulled away, Alex had been lulled by his soothing presence in her mind, but Cain was more infuriated than ever. He stalked over to where he left Isaac, as he struggled to look as cool as ever. The illusion was lost in the face of his Master’s towering temper.

“How dare you touch what is mine! How dare you presume to lay before her fantasies of other men!” Cain backhanded Isaac with enough force to break his jaw. Isaac quickly recovered, resetting it as the bones snapped and popped in recovery.

“Forgive me, Mein Herr.”

“Forgive you? Is that all you can say for yourself, Isaac?”

“I did not know it would upset Mein Herr so. Is she not... a prisoner?”

“Yes, she is captive here, but there was no need to force yourself on her!”

“She presumed to command me and I merely saw an opportunity to have fun with her. I did not mean to incur Mein Herr’s wrath in the process.”

“Fun? Is that all she is to you?” Cain’s eyes bleed red and his fangs became startlingly prominent.

“Mein Herr... is she more than such to you?” Isaac wore a look of genuine confusion and Cain had to check himself. He glanced over at Alex who had closed her eyes and apparently was either asleep or too exhausted to pay them any mind. Cain lowered his voice before continuing.

“Yes, Isaac. Our plan has changed. She is mine now, and my damnable brother will not have her. Neither will you. She will be our Queen, Isaac and as such I expect you to obey my word as well as hers.”

“Mein Herr, she is only Terran.”

“Hold your tongue! She will not remain one for much longer, but I will not force it on her. I want her to come to me willingly.”

“Mein Herr... do you truly mean to take her as Queen?”

“Are you questioning me Isaac, when you have not been delivered your punishment in its entirety?”

“No, Mein Herr.”

“Good. Bring the rest of the coven. Make sure that Abel cannot track you. Report to me when you are done, but if you wake Alex, I shall remove a limb. Feed and recuperate, for when you are done, I shall torture you. This will not be like our old discipline sessions, where I taught you the beauty of pain and pleasure. I will tear screams from that beautiful pale throat of yours and you will forever learn your place. Next time you will not be forgiven, Isaac. I cannot afford to have you overstep your bounds again, do you understand, Isaac?”

“Y-Yes, Mein Herr.” Cain had never once heard Isaac’s tone so despairing and unsure. It almost made him pity the poor magician.

“I am so close to my goal, Isaac, and no one has been as loyal as you. I need your lovely tricks and talents, but I cannot overlook your little games anymore.”

“Mein Herr.” Isaac dropped his gaze in submission and Cain stole a deep kiss, struggling to reassure the younger man somewhat.

“Do not fail me in the last hour, Isaac. Bring the coven and set up sentries. Report to me, but do not wake Alex.”

“Yes, Mein Herr.”

“Isaac.”

“Yes, Mein Herr?”

“I will not put the limbs back, if I am forced to remove them.”

“Mein Herr.” Isaac bowed and disappeared into the wall.

Isaac stood at the bedside, staring down at Alex’s sleeping face. She seemed at peace now, though he knew Isaac had done quite a bit of damage with his little game. His anger and jealousy rose suddenly and he reeled at his own emotions. Jealous? Jealous of a Terran being touched by anyone but himself. He realized now that it was foolish to invite Isaac to join them that first night, though the conquest might not have succeeded without his aid. He shook his head and crawled into bed with the woman, stroking her hair as she naturally turned into his repaired chest. It felt so natural to have her there, this warm bundle of human huddled in his embrace. He could hardly remember a time when it hadn’t been so and, he closed his eyes, cursing himself, he realized that he didn’t want to imagine a future without it.