Midian Evolution

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Walter would marry Sir Integra in three days. Sir Integra’s stoic mien dissolved into a frenzy of wedding jitters, aimless pacing, chain-smoking, and unconscious muttering.

Since Master and I had orders not to pursue any retaliation toward Section Thirteen until after the nuptials, and couldn’t follow any leads on our Nazi enemies, we amused ourselves randomly. We had to take Anderson with us if we left the lower levels, a problem which Master solved by chaining the priest to himself.

Anderson pitched a wobbly over having a neck iron, predictably. Master wouldn’t relent. He enjoyed the idea of having a pet priest. In fact, smug pleasure practically oozed out his undead pores. He also kept a strong, sexual hold on Anderson, greatly amused by the man’s struggle not to want him.

I wondered if I could learn to control people this way. Then, I wondered why I would want to.

This evening we sat in the music room again, my master at the piano and Anderson in the floor at his side. I lay on top of the instrument, enjoying hearing and feeling the music at the same time.

“Any requests?” master asked indulgently.

“I have one,” Anderson said. “I have tae empty my bladder.”

“I wondered if you were a camel,” Alucard said. “You’ve drunk about five gallons of water since we brought you here.” He got up from the piano and jerked Anderson to his feet. They abandoned the music room. I’ll return in a few minutes, Master said. Long enough for his to do his business and for me to tease him about the size of his cock.

Staring is rude, master, I replied, smiling to myself. It amazed me he’d give Anderson the dignity of a bathroom instead of making him use a potted plant or making him just suffer.

That’s the beauty of it; I don’t even have to look, just make comments. He’s going to believe I’m looking whether I do or not.

Master, I admonished, my heart not in it.

Save it. I can hear you smiling.


They were gone a few minutes. When they returned, Anderson had a furious blush on his face and master displayed a smug smile. He shoved the priest back down to the floor and resumed tickling the ivories. He hasn’t eaten yet, master informed. No one remembered he needed to eat. I suppose we’ll have to take him to the kitchen in a while.

Will Walter even arrange food for him?

Yes, I think he will. Walter pays his debts. He probably believes he owes the de-frocked man of God a few favors. Alucard began a slow, dirge-like melody that made Anderson’s teeth gnash together.

“Monsters and devils playing hymns!” the man exclaimed. “Stop it, ye hateful bastard!”

“Request something, then,” Alucard shot back, never pausing in his music. “Or, are hymns all you know?”

Anderson said nothing.

I sat up, swinging my legs over the side of the piano. “Master, play something romantic,” I asked.

“Romantic?” He stopped. “Like?”

I thought. I thought and thought and came up with nothing. Finally, I just shrugged. “Okay, how about something really sad?”

He grinned. “That, I can do for you.” Again, he began playing.

His choice made tears start in my eyes almost immediately. Sad didn’t cover it. The song seemed made of pain, pain distilled and purified into beautiful agony. Before five minutes passed, I wept openly, hands over my face and back bowed. And, when he stopped, I gripped onto the piano and stared at the pristine floor with appreciation.

“She’s crying blood,” Anderson remarked, his tone wondering.

“Salt water tears are for high agony,” Alucard told him, plinking a meaningless melody. “Blood tears are for a vampire’s lost humanity.” He got up, jerking Anderson to his feet. “You play for us, priest. I know you must be trained for it; you’re a man of the cloth. Oh, excuse me, an ex man of the cloth.” He shoved Anderson onto the piano bench.

Showing his very human teeth, Anderson folded his arms over his chest. “I willnae play fer a pair of demons. Though, I might play a funeral march once I manage ta kill ye.”

Here’s your chance to practice sexual coercion, Master said to me. Show the priest some leg, bat your eyes at him, and send out your seductive tendrils. It’s practice, and I won’t hold it against you. He smiled. Go ahead. I want to see how well you do; he’s a tough one.

He thinks I’m a kid. It won’t work.

Learning from your mistakes is important, too. Alucard argued.

It would feel wrong. I’m not interested in him at all.

Pretend he’s someone else.

I can’t!

Alucard tilted his head to consider me. You’ll practice on me, later, then, and if you practice on me, I’ll respond.

I kept his eyes. Fine, master. Just don’t make me come on to a slimy, fallen priest.

Alucard laughed out loud. He got behind Anderson, putting his hands on his shoulders. Ignoring Anderson’s violent twist of surprise and revulsion, he leaned down and pressed their cheeks together. “My sotie refuses to use you for practice,” he whispered in the man’s ear, pausing to run the tip of his tongue over his earlobe. “I have no such reservations. It amuses me that your celibate cock works the same as any man’s.”

Anderson shuddered, closing his eyes. “Yer disgustin’,” he muttered. “I’m no kinda sodomite, ye dirty vampire.”

“I know,” Alucard whispered, beginning to move his hands on Anderson. “In truth, my fallen pet priest, I’m not either. Still, it pleases me to remind you of your now-useless oaths. I want you to consider that even your god managed to use his celestial manhood once.”

Anderson’s hands clenched into fists. His shoulders jerked against Alucard’s slow, manipulative rubbing. I saw him desperately trying to move away from my master, but he couldn’t.

“Why don’t you tell me what you did to lose your standing in the church?” Alucard asked softly. “Was it Maxwell? Did you disappoint him? Perhaps you discovered something about him that you couldn’t overlook?” He continued to gently rub and manipulate Anderson’s shoulders, dipping down occasionally to let his fingers trail over the man’s spine. “I can’t imagine you committed any wrongdoing, Alexander; your charm lies in your incorruptibility.”

Anderson banged his fists down on the piano keys. “Let go of me, ye nasty thing!”

“I don’t think I will,” Alucard said. “Not until you give me the information I want. Perhaps not even then.”

“Damn you!” Anderson’s vitriol carried past his accent. He shot up off the bench and reached for Alucard’s throat, wrapping his brawny hands around and squeezing. Alucard just let him, smiling all the while. After a moment, Anderson realized the futility of trying to kill him with his bare hands. He let go and fell back to the bench, his chains clinking wildly. “I hate you, devil spawn.”

“I don’t hate you at all,” Alucard replied mildly, pushing him over and sitting just beside. “Hate is for humans.” He hammered out a brief melody, looking quite pleased with himself. “Only a human heart can nurture such passion.”

I thought he might be wrong about that. My master certainly took umbrage to anyone insulting Sir Integra, and to the point of hate. I stretched back out on the piano to stare at the ceiling, thinking I needed to get away from these two for awhile. I felt pity for the de-frocked priest, and wished master would choose another method of torment for him. This sexual coercion took the man’s dignity.

That’s the point, sotia mea, master said in my mind. Dignity is a defense against changing. I mean to change Anderson. Pity him if you will, but I’ll not stop.

Realizing I’d let my mental shields slip, I sighed. Master, do as you will; I won’t presume to know what’s best.

Yes, I know. I won’t punish you for your thoughts. He played on, not looking at me or his unwilling pet. Though, you might want to pay attention to how I’m breaking the priest. I have a different sort of bondage in store for you, but some of my methods will apply.

Now I knew I need to get away for awhile. I hopped down from the piano and walked to the door. I’ll find you later, master. I want to talk to Walter.

Until then, sotia mea he replied easily. He never cared if I sought the company of my best friend over his own.

I left the tense scene gratefully.