Monsters and Angels

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The pain had been blinding, and Kieran had been certain that death was to follow. His flesh blistered and boiled on his bones, his handsome visage cruelly obliterated by the harsh golden rays. He squeezed his eyes shut, willing death to take him, and then the shadow fell over him.

The pain almost instantly receded, leaving him to open his eyes to lock orbs with the bluest he’d ever encountered. Forcing his eyes to focus, he found himself staring a tall man, broad of shoulder in raiment of purest white, his golden hair fell in tousled curls about his shoulders.

“He’s near done for” the stranger said and suddenly another face loomed before Kieran. A darker image. Eyes like sunlit steel, and hair blacker than Christian sins. His garb was of deep blue, and he chuckled as he stared down at the former man, blackened, charred and bleeding. “Not yet my friend” he said jovially, “Not quite yet. You’ve got work to do”.

Large wings expanded blocking the sun, the feathers of them black as the hair on the talkative stranger’s head. Kieran’s eyes widened, and he managed to rasp a single word, “A- angel”. The dark one laughed then, displaying sharp white fangs, “Indeed we are. But that’s not for us to speak of just yet”. Kieran watched helpless as the clawed hand descended and the light was gone, leaving cooling peace in it’s wake.

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Kieran shook off his memories, what they were and turned to look at Genova. She stood an arm’s length away, her head cocked as she studied him. “You went away again” she told him in a half chiding tone, “To that place where I can’t follow”. He straightened, moving slowly towards her, his arms coming around her, drawing her close to his muscled chest, “Only the past Genova”, he soothed, “Nothing more than that”.

She buried her face in the warm wool of his coat, taking in the scent of leather bound books, sweet brandy and masculine spice. “How long before the gate opens?” she asked, pulling back to stare at the black sands on the floor. Kieran grunted, “One week. Then the gates of heaven’s fury will be cast wide”.

Genova chewed her bottom lip and he raised a brow at her, “What troubles you?”. She looked at the floor and back at him, “What if you are also cleansed in the holy fires that follow?” . Her voice, usually so confident and light, quavered under the weight of her fear. Kieran held her closer, a soft rumbling erupting from his chest to soothe her. “If that is to be, then it’s to be” he told her quietly, “But somehow I doubt that they’d have spared me for so many centuries to topple me now”.

She nodded, letting his thumb brush along her lashes to catch the threatening moisture. “Now then” he said, his voice all business, “How are the men?”. Genova nodded, slipping easily back into the role of commander on the surface. “Reddy and Alex are set with the demolitions, the rest are simply waiting for the word to move”. Her chest puffed slightly with pride, “They’ve trained harder in the months following your vision. They are ready”.

Kieran nodded, “Now all we must do is wait for Sir Hellsing and Alucard to play their hand”. Genova again looked doubtful, “Is it all right?” she asked, “To hinge such an important mission on the actions of one monster?”. Kieran leveled her with a cool green gaze, “He is not alive, this is true, but he is no more of a monster than I am” he gently reprimanded, “No matter what I may have believed once”.

Genova looked properly chastised, “But….”

Kieran smiled at her, a fanged smile filled with warmth and longing, “This thing between us Genova, this feeling between the two of us…. It is what they have. He will allow no harm to come to Integra Hellsing. I have no doubt he’d kick down the very gates of heaven to steal her back if he had to. What have I taught you Genova? About the monsters of this world?”

She tucked a stray lock of chocolate hair behind her ear, “A true monster, can take any form, take any age. A true monster is incapable of feeling for anything and anyone save himself. To feel love, to wish to protect, these are the roots of goodness” she recited carefully, feeling the impact of his wisdom once more. He nodded, “So you see, there is little difference between he and I, between us and the avenging angels of the Lord”.

She nodded, “I’m sorry Kieran” she whispered, “I have never thought you a monster”. He chuckled and leaned closer to press a gentle kiss to her lips, “No offense taken sweetheart….people have called the irish foul things for centuries. I’m quite used to it”. She smiled at his teasing, prayed for his safety.

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“So let me see if I’ve got this straight” Integra drawled across her desk. “You were the best of friends and you turned him”. Aromatic swirls of smoked wreathed her fair hair, wafting up from her cigar. The monitor of the computer reflected in the glasses perched on her nose.

Alucard nodded, his arms folded over his broad chest, “That is correct”. She growled softly, “Seems you do that frequently, bite those close to you”. The barb was softly given, softly received. “I refuse to lose those I deem worthy of my affections, especially to something so trivial as death” he replied, unrepentant.

She took the glasses off and set them aside, her ruby colored eyes lighting on him, “And you are certain that he bears you no malice?” she asked. Alucard shrugged, “If he does, it isn’t important. Had he wanted to challenge me, he would have done so by now. Things in this city are not as cut and dry as you’d have them be, Sir Hellsing” he mocked. She glared at him, to which he smirked, “Careful love” he warned, “You might get angry and you know how much I like that”.

She groaned, “Why can’t you be serious Alcuard?”. He rose from his seat, coming to stand behind her, his large hands falling to her shoulders as he leaned low to brush his lips against her ear, ‘But I am serious Integra, deadly serious. Do not look to my wayward priest for betrayal and deception, look to the frivolous fools in frocks and robes’.

She sighed, leaning back against him, content to let him hold her, “Dawn is coming” she mused quietly. He stared at her golden hair, as though it were his sunlight, and in a way it was. “I will trust you concerning the priest, but Alucard we must act soon”.

He nodded, “We will, I promise you. We shall set alight the bonfire of our war in the streets of the pope and the holy city shall shine with vengeful fire. Now come” he replied in a soft purr of a baritone. His gloved hand was gone, replaced by bear flesh as he caught her slender fingers with his own, tugging her upwards.

She glanced back at the computer, the open files, “The work” she began to protest. Alucard chuckled, wrapping himself around her, “Walter shall see to it. For now, I have a great hunger Integra. A hunger for you”. Then the shadows rose up around them and they sank through the stone floors to the haven below.

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Integra's breath would have caught if she had any, as Alucards lips unerringly found that sensitive spot behind her ear, pressing nipping open mouthed kisses there. She all but melted in his arms, feeling clothes fall away until they came to rest in a tangle of limbs upon the silken coverlet. His dark shair faned around them, placing sliding kisses behind her knees and across her stomach.

This was the magic that was only him, to be loved with every part of him, and it was a delicious tormet she would be willing to die for again. "Careful Integra, your thoughts are wide open to me" he murmured against the swell of her breast. His crimson eyes locked on hers.

She mewled as a shadow brushed against the liquid center of her and she arched into the touch. Alucard growled softly, the need shining in his chosen mate's eyes making him harder than he had ever though possible. She tried to pull him up for a kiss but he merely traced his claws over the flat of her stomach. "My hunger Integra" he reminded her, "Must be appeased".

Sliding one shapely leg over his shoulder, he bent his head to that divine secret that was only theirs to share. His long tongue sliding through soft folds to find the pert pearl of her want. She buried her fingers in his long hair, crying his name as he devoured her. HIs lusty rumblings only enhancing her sensation and then just when she was near to breaking, he stiffened.... with a harsh growl he tore himself away, "Someone comes".