History

“History”
Chapter 3

If you’ve continued reading thus far, my thanks. I'm getting over a nice little bout with the flu, and I'm afraid the very end of the chapter isn't as good as I wanted it to be.
It occurs to me that this fic can easily follow one of my previous efforts, a short thing called “The First Bite.” So if you read that, you can consider it a prologue. Please, keep enjoying. I’m taking a little bit of creative license this chapter to fill in some gaps. Bear with me, if you would.

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Later that night, when the mission was completed with immediate ease, Seras sat brooding in her room, running a brush aimlessly over her head. Dawn would soon be cracking the sky, but her mind was too full to let her sleep. The usual tiredness had not crept upon her. Thoughts weighing her down, she mechanically guided her body to her specially designed coffin regardless. Seras laid herself down and got cozy, dropping her lids. Her mind’s eye swam with multiple pictures. Her memory conjured voices and sounds from within and played them back in full orchestra. All of the visions she had seen in her sleep and the horribly vivid events from Alucard’s narration came to her clearly, and she began to shiver, even under her blankets. Countless questions flooded her conscious brain. Why had Alucard changed? What was her role in all this? How could she even come to accept her new nature? Furthermore… why did drinking blood in a frenzy of violence entice her so? She pinched herself for even thinking such a thing. She had seen the pleasure and the relish in her Master’s eyes describing his horrors. Deep down inside her dark-turned body she had felt the need to feel the same way. She recalled fights where her nastier instincts had taken her body over… those Freaks, right before they’d first laid eyes on the strange priest, Father Anderson. Even soulless and being controlled, they had groped her, pulled her legs apart, and they looked like the very worst kind of daemons. Then the change had taken her over. She ripped them to shreds. Shreds! And she had been what he wanted her to be… one of his own. Seras pinched herself harder, wondering why she couldn’t be a vampire and hold onto her own personality. She’d already seen enough horror.

Seras rolled onto her back and passed dead out of consciousness, her mind still a raging torrent of thought. Her anxiety seemed to pour into her dreams, and she lay repeating the worst moments of her life in a state of tortured agony. Unfortunately she could not wake because of the sun’s influence on her form and had to remain. She watched her own orphaning again, and cried inside the body of her younger self as they desecrated her poor mother’s body. How had she even escaped that situation? Seras had to wonder… When her life had gotten back to normal she hadn’t the slightest clue how she’d lived through that moment, with both her parents dead. As she lay sleeping in her child’s body the answer showed itself. Her mind knew, even if she could not remember in her waking hours. They had been distracted… the one scarring her mind for life was not looking at her wounded body. She stole a gun… and shot them all. Seras was horrified by her own actions… her small hands dragged the body from between her mother’s thighs with strength only adrenaline could possibly give her. Seras clawed his face into an unrecognizable mess, blind rage and agony in every wild strike and shriek. The man was still dying from a bullet wound in the lung. When the child’s fingers were bespattered with blood, she finally drew her trembling hands away as he gasped on the floor. She picked up the gun and shot him again, in the crotch. His body lurched with pain. Then she put the last bullet into his head.

The sleeping, older Seras watched helplessly from within her own mind at her actions. How could she have done this? How? She sobbed hard, unable to escape the visions and the plague of violence in her own self! The scene began to fad, but Seras could only watch as the tenderness returned to her little self. She straightened her mother’s clothes and fell beside the once beautiful face, now scarred by a merciless gunshot. Little Seras wept into the gore-mucked carpet. The memory faded away as the girl blacked out. Seras’ consciousness sobbed hard. She watched other harsh scenes of her life pass into blackness, startled by the unique tragedy that was all of it. Finally she arrived at that day in Cheddar, when he had come. Throat parched with dying tears, Seras watched intently. He was as mysterious, foreboding and regal as he had been. She watched her own death again, and wondered again why he had decided to turn her. Her father’s face floated in front of her dying eyes, and she recalled having reached for it. Seras gasped. In her own hazy mind, she had chosen her father and gotten immortality. She felt the fangs next and swam again in the pleasure of the bite. Bitterness struck Seras and she wound up back inside her own head, aware that she was soon to wake from the day’s sleep. A wild pulse of emotions ranging from bitterness, to anger, to futility, to gratitude washed into her, and soon she could feel herself waking up.

Satin and silk lay seductively underneath her. She sat up, immensely puzzled. Sleep dripped away from her and she realized she was in her Master’s bed. There he lay, staring up at her with his beautiful, and tonight, soft eyes. His gleaming ebon hair streamed across his pillows like it was a river of chocolate. His lithe body was not clad, merely covered by silk sheets. Seras covered her cheeks like a schoolgirl, hiding a blush that wasn’t even there. Alucard’s expression was unfathomable. He looked sad and elated, somber and mirthful. He sat up and embraced her, the covers falling away from his torso, almost revealing his crotch. She looked away and opened her mouth to protest but had no voice.

“I saw your dreams, Police Girl. Do you resent me?” Seras turned into him, mouthing words in a fishlike fashion, with no voice to match. “I had no idea…” his thought trailed off, but she knew what he was implying. She shook her head.

“I didn’t remember that! Not at all… I had no idea I’d done it… Oh, God…” Seras began to cry, and Alucard pressed her to himself once more. His nakedness made her burn, but she was too preoccupied with weeping to notice.

“Quell this outburst, Seras. It has pleased me to see this.” She laughed bitterly.

“As I figured it would.”

“It also made me strangely sad.” Seras looked up, startled.

“I never thought such a vision would actually upset me, Seras. You indeed carry the mentality of a vampire. That pleases me. However… not in such a long time have I seen a sight that made me so furious and so sad. I empathize. I know it wounded you terribly to see what you did, and to lose your parents. But be thankful even such a horrific event kindled that fire in your blood… the one that you let me glimpse from time to time. That’s why you survived. Even if you believed me to be your father reaching out. You continue to live.” Alucard gently pressed Seras on her back and rolled on top of her. Through her pajamas, his body felt so good. She squeaked minutely as Alucard licked her tears away, pressed his lips and tongue to her mouth and she shuddered, sighed, and kissed him. She dissolved into the ferocity of his mouth and she let it sizzle her body, feeling whole. Then she tasted the bittersweet potion of his blood, just a mouthful. It warmed her and ceased her fear. Alucard pulled away, smiling into her face. He sat up and pulled Seras into his lap.

“I must finish my story for you.” Seras was both shy and wild with sitting in his naked lap, being cradled to his beautiful ivory skin. All that separated her sex and his was the thin fabrics of her PJ trousers and panties. Her thigh rested on his hardness, her bum on his thigh. She was silent and numb. He spoke. “Many years of wandering the world brought me to England, where I eventually decided to stay, the country was picturesque, and the people themselves very pretty and quaint. I had a great deal of fun. I even indirectly altered history by biting a man for sustenance one evening. He later went on a killing spree and murdered several women in the East End. He became known as Jack the Ripper. It caused quite a stir.” He chuckled, very bemused. Seras almost yelped as she felt him grow harder under his leg. Obviously the violence drove him wild with lust. Seras was also very astounded at the news. Jack the Ripper, a vampire?

“Then there was that fateful year… It was Spring, I believe, when I laid eyes on her. The woman who would go down in fictitious history as ‘Wilhelmina Harker.’” Seras gasped. Alucard grinned. “Yes Seras, Stoker was not too far from the truth… but I happened to meet this woman by chance. I enticed her into my arms… and that blasted Van Helsing managed to thwart me before she became mine. Yes- my Master’s ancestor.” Seras was stock-still, waiting to hear the missing piece. How had he been tamed, this feral and incredible beast? “Van Helsing used every method at his disposal to bring me down… and when he couldn’t simply kill me, he bound me with these.” Here he held up his hand. It was gloveless, but Seras noted, shivering, that the seals and runes that were gouged into his skin. They shone dull red in the dim light. Seras drew her fingertips over the precise carvings with her mouth agape.

“How did he do this? Couldn’t you have healed it?” Alucard laughed shortly and nuzzled his fledgling’s neck.

“I tried, but he was very observant to details. He carved them with a blessed knife, and called forth ancient magic to keep them there. The gloves are mostly ornamental- the power that binds me is right there. Only a blood relative of the Hellsing line can remove the bindings.” Seras kissed the markings on each hand and shivered in Alucard’s lap. He drew her closer, nibbling lightly at her shoulder. He cooed into her ear, bringing gooseflesh onto her skin.

“We have reached almost the end of my tale, Seras. After I was bound, I could only serve the Hellsing family. But when there was no use for me, and I had still become too dangerous, they locked me away in a cell. Without blood, I did not die, but I aged. My power dwindled away. I was a dried corpse when Integra came. She was a sweet sight, running from her uncle, seeking protection. Oh, the fire in her blood! She took a gunshot wound with such little tears. Her blood- sweet, crisp and warm, struck me, and in ecstasy I lapped it off the stone floor. I burst from my restraints, finally coming back to life…!” His words filled him with a flurry of energy again, and Seras was caught up and carried away along with him. “I demolished two petty thugs and let their life’s blood nourish me, and make me strong once again. Integra herself, backed by my support, finished her uncle and took her place as the head of the family. She let me out, and I swore my allegiance to her. What spunk! What an inferno of a girl! I had more respect for her than I had for any other mortal I had met. Naturally, I have gained respect for others… Walter, for one.” Seras had the feeling that the conclusion was at hand. Alucard’s vivacity was returning to normal. His hands wandered mindlessly over her thighs.

“If you perhaps think I have finished talking, my sweet Police Girl, you will be corrected. There is one yet unfinished task that my life must see a resolution to.”

“What’s that, Master?” Alucard pulled Seras out of his lap and placed her kneeling in front of him. She looked earnestly into his eyes. Alucard pushed her onto her back, wearing nothing but a very wicked smile. Seras let slip a little squeal of surprise as he pressed into her and seized her mouth. Seras closed her eyes and was glad that breathing was a luxury and not a necessity to her. She let all demeanor and shyness slip away as she matched his kiss, tongue for tongue. By the time he let her go, she was gasping like a teenager and almost intoxicated. Alucard’s face had become very serious.

“I must have someone to share eternity with, Seras. Forgive my selfishness, but I chose you.” Seras wasn’t shocked, hurt, or conflicted. She didn’t exactly know what she thought, but she understood the hunger in her heart and her body- she wanted him. He intrigued her and challenged her, intellectually and physically. She was doomed to eternity already. Why should she not share it with her Master? Seras kissed him passionately, biting his lower lip with fervor. Alucard understood her instinctual message and returned her enthusiasm.

Bind yourself to me, Seras. It is a short ritual that will forge between us a bond so strong, there is nothing to break it. Grant me this, and I will be… happy…

Master, how could I say no? I… love you.