Moonlight Seductions

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Chapter Four

Walking slowly towards Hellsing, Seras's clothes melted from black to the pale yellow uniform

that marked her as Hellsing's property. Her nails receded and he hair shortened to its

normally spiky style. Seras looked up at the sparkling night sky in bitter self recrimination.

Closing her eyes tightly in despair, her breath hitched painfully in her throat as she slowly

opened her blue eyes, scalding hot tears suddenly burst forth in heated rivers of shame. "You

pathetic servant" he had rasped in his icy cold voice, his face twisting in disgust..."No"

she whispered mournfully, as more tears fell from the corners of her sad blue eyes. "He looked

at me as if I was no more than a disgusting piece of shit, he wanted to scrap off of his

boots" thought in in wounded sorrow. "I don't understand..." Seras sobbed into the quiet night

sky. "That vision of him...he...I thought he..." she broke off, as another sob of misery robbed

her of breath. Trying to calm her shattered emotions, Seras closed her eyes and placed her

hand over he erratic heartbeat. She clenched her fist tightly and deeply breathing the cool

night air, she slowly opened her eyes and saw in the distance the towers of Hellsing

against the pale glowing orb of the moon. Desperately hoping that a hot shower would soothe

her, she ran toward the black wrought iron gate. The soldiers stationed there quickly raised

their guns to the ready when they heard something running towards them, upon seeing Alucard's

servant however they immediately opened the gate just as she reached it. Quickly running up the

steps and opening the castle-like door, she finally came to a halt. "Why...master" she bitterly

whispered in the silence of the huge marbled foyer. Blood tears once again started to fall from

her eyes, not wanting to break down where anyone could see her, she blindly ran towards the

hallway that lead down to her only sanctuary. As she ran past the winding staircase to her

left, she never noticed the silent figure standing at the very top of the stairs, who watched

her sorrowful flight with a smile of satisfaction.

Walter was slowly walking down the stone steps towards the basement when suddenly he was bumped

into from behind, Walter felt himself falling and suddenly what he was carrying. To try and

stead himself he swung his arms for balance, but could feel himself going backwards. A strong

hand suddenly grabbed his upper arm and prevented his fatal fall, as the clatter of the bucket

resounded though the dark corridor, he glanced behind him and gazed into the blood stained face

of Seras Victiora. "Sorry, Walter" she hoarsely whispered, and releasing her hold on his arm,

quickly raced down the steps and disappeared in the darkness. A sudden sharp pain of remorse

curled around his heart as he began to pick up the blood packs laying two steps down from him.

If he had ever had any doubts about Seras's feelings for her Alucard, they were completely

silenced. As he had gazed into her dripping red eyes he had seen total misery. Bowing his

head in regret he reached for the cold blood packs. Walter straightened and walked down the

last several steps. Spying the overturned bucket that was once filled with ice he stooped and

shoved the scattered ice back inside. At last placing the blood pouches inside he continued his

walk down the darkened hallway. The scroll's warning suddenly flashed behind his eyes, slowly

closing them, he thought back to what it had said...

October, 20, 1872

The Hellsing's most powerful binding spell, that tames the monster known as Alucard, has an alarming weakness... Tenderness, and kindness will cause to spell to horribly weaken. True love, I have no doubt would have surely broken the spell completely. I warn you most strongly, never let the vampire Alucard feel the purest of emotions. For in doing so, you will lose all control over him. Remember, that bloodshed, and only the darkest of emotions will feed the power of the binding spell and keep it strong. Supply the monster with these, and he is yours to control...

Abraham Van Hellsing

Opening his eyes, he slowly continued down the shadowed hallway. At last arriving at Alucard's

door, however he suddenly felt a dark and ominous presence behind it. Realizing that Alucard

was not in any mood for company, Walter quietly placed the bucket in front of his door, and

silently walked away. Alucard was his friend, and he desperately wanted him to find peace and

happiness. Seeing him go almost insane with the need for bloodshed every night, saddened him

greatly. Thinking of Seras's blood streaked face, Walter sighed in hopelessness. He knew that

Seras was in love with Alucard, and before he read that damned scroll, he had hoped that

Alucard would show her his gentler side. He laughed sadly at the terrible irony, for that is

the one thing he must never feel, else the binding spell would weaken. Suddenly angry that the

ones he considered friends were doomed to an eternity in misery, he quickly walked up the

stairs and down the hallway into the foyer. "Walter, I need to see you in my office" Integra

said with a rare smile at the top of the stairs...

At last stepping into her room, Seras quietly shut the door and walked towards the bathroom.

Quickly stripping her clothes from her body, she stepped naked into the shower. Turning on the

hot water, she jumped a little when cold water splashed her. Waiting for it to heat up. Looking

down at herself she saw that her chest and stomach was covered in sticky wet blood. Slowly she

turned her head up towards the hot spray of water, and cried, as soon as the blood tears welled

they were instantly washed away. Throwing her hands against the cool white tile she leaned

forward. The rush of the hot water, quickly drowning out her quiet sobs of despair. When she

had run out of tears to shed she slowly began to wash away the almost black looking blood

from her breasts and stomach. "Pathetic" she heard his icy deep voice whisper in her feverish

mind. "No!" she suddenly shouted with anger blazing from her blue eyes. She had been anything

but pathetic, didn't he himself say that she had finally embraced her dark gifts? Quickly

turning off the hot water, Seras ripped back the shower curtain in sudden fury. Grabbing a

white fluffy towel, she wrapped it around herself then walked toward the dresser for a

nightgown, Searching for her favorite one, she finally dropped the towel and slipped into the

short and black lacy gown. Walking toward her bed she glanced at the vampire romance novel and

another flash of anger scorched through her, her dark nature demanded that she rip the book in

half and throw the stupid book away. "Me, a virgin who has never even kissed a man, trying to

seduce the most powerful vampire to ever live" she self loathingly spat. As she thought back

over her pitiful attempts into making Alucard's icy heart melt with wanting of her, she once

again glanced down at the romance novel, and suddenly threw it across the room in rage. "Lies!,

nothing but lies, vampires have no hearts, and it is time that I accept that!" she ferally

hissed. As she settled into the mattress, she looked at the book lying on the floor beside the

bathroom door, and suddenly realized that she had not ripped it apart as she had planned.

Laughing softly, a sad smile spread across her full lips as she drifted into sleep...

Alucard was reclining in his massive chair and was sipping the blood that Walter had delivered,

from a tall wineglass. Instantly an image of Seras arching her back and running her hands over

her full breasts caused his hand to clench on the smooth glass, as well as his balls to clench

in raw lust. "How did I ever walk away from that" he hissed lustfully. But then, he already

knew the answer, "If not for all those disgusting ghouls, I had just killed, then their would

have been no way in hell for me to have walked away" Except of course for the hellish pain that

would have completely washed over his body he thought angrily. Setting his glass on the small

table to his left, he slowly stood to his feet and glanced down at his raging hard cock, seeing

the fabric of his pants tented over his thick dick, he suddenly thought at least this is one

fucking pleasure that was as, of yet not denied him. Removing his hat, he then unbuttoned his

pants and slid them just past his hard cock. Sitting back down in his chair, he gripped himself

firmly at the thick base of his dick. His cock jerked in pleasure at having an actual hand

against its naked flesh, even a gloved one he thought with a sudden flash of rage,

"Another fucking restriction" he thought angrily. Hardly ever was he allowed to remove the

hated symbols of his submission, except of course to don a fresh pair he thought angrily. "Damn

you, Abraham!" he snarled in rage, at the bastard who tortured him endlessly for his fucking

experiments. Pushing the hated memories to the back of his mind he slowly stroked the shaft up

and down, when he arrived at the swollen head he saw he was already dripping in lust. "Do you

know that I lay in bed at night and dream of your throbbing cock, fucking into me until you

explode"Seras's sexy voice haunted him. His cock pulsed longingly, fucking desperate for what

she described. Moaning deeply in his throat he thought back on what else she had said. "I want

you to sink your cock into my tight virgin pussy" "Shit" he breathed, as he imagined her virgin

pussy parting for the fat head of thick an rather insane looking smile that

displayed his massively large fangs he threw his head back in pleasure, he moaned loudly and a

few stokes later, his heavy balls exploded with come, feeling his shaft pulse to a slightly

bigger size he tensed in expectation as his thick white load suddenly spurted from his cock.

"Seras!" he shouted hoarsely, as his hand quickly shafted himself to complete release. Drained

after his satisfying release, he suddenly flashed himself out of his clothes and into his big

black coffin that was situated in the middle of his room. His closed his eyes in bliss, and

suddenly thought that he had not allowed himself that sort of pleasure since being captured by

Abraham Van Hellsing all those years ago. For so long his only pleasure in life was the brutal

killing of his enemies. Only his police girl managed to force him to this level of lust he

thought. He had never once been so insane with lust for a woman, he thought with a sensual

smile slipping across his lips. "Seras" he whispered longingly as he drifted into sleep. Never

knowing that his gloved hand that rested at his side, lost a single red symbol...

Sorry if what the scroll revealed was predictable. I am a hopeless romantic so please forgive me! lol Review if you like :D