Red Roses for Your Lover
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Category:
Hellsing › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
14
Views:
6,910
Reviews:
19
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Hellsing, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Interlude
“I can’t have you running off too quickly Seras, but you’ll still get your cup when I can get my legs under me again.”
•••
Seras was cursing herself for an idiot. Why did she think that a pleasant interlude of sex meant that he wasn’t as horrid as he\'d already demonstrated?
Oh yes, she’d gotten her cup of blood when he was done with her, but he didn’t mention that as soon as she finished drinking it, he was just going to take it all back and a bit more. She hadn’t even had it in her long enough to heal any of her injuries.
Damn me! Damn him! Damn Alucard! Damn it all!
She was lying in his bed, too weak to do much more than stare at the low ceiling. Every time she closed her eyes, she had to deal with all the memories. Too much had happened too quickly for her to be able to face the swarm of memories yet.
Walter was puttering around. She didn’t know what he was doing and tried to tell herself she didn’t care. She could turn her head and probably see him, but she didn’t want to look at him, and she didn’t want to attract his attention.
She felt him sit next to her on the bed. Neither of them spoke and Seras didn’t look over at him. Her skin was crawling, thinking about his eyes on her body – his hands on her body. She’d know better than to trust him again.
She flinched when his gloved hand settled on her breast. He let his fingers trail across her skin and circle around her nipple until it betrayed her by tightening under his touch. With no warning, he pinched her hard enough to earn a small gasp of pain. His touch became gentle again and her traitor nipple became so hard it hurt in an entirely different way.
“We still have the lessons on learning to enjoy contrasting sensations.”
She turned her head away and closed her eyes. He leaned over her and grabbed her chin ungently and turned her face to him. He was dressed again, not a hair out of place in its tidy ponytail. She could smell him. She remembered how he tasted and she was so hungry.
“Are you still sulking about the blood? If you think about it, you’ll see I’m doing you a favor. Would you prefer the silver chains?”
“You’ll never be able to buy my cooperation that way again.” She tried to sound angry instead of weak and scared.
“You’ll never be a virgin again.” He shrugged at her and smiled. It was a cruel smile and Seras was momentarily grateful she had no blood to spare for tears.
“As you can see, I’m ready to get back to my duties. The fat man gave me the day to play with you, but I have cleanup tonight. Your companion for the evening should be joining us shortly.”
Companion for the evening? Her face must have betrayed her fear because his cruel smile was back in full force. His hand moved away from her breast, but it was worse to have the coarse fabric of his gloves move over the livid decorations on her stomach and thighs.
Seras closed her eyes and tried to think of other things – sunny days, the smell of roses, sleeping in after a long night – anything except this. When someone knocked on the door, she had a moment’s hope that Walter would stop, but he didn’t. The no-longer-perfect butler continued his torment of her wounds and called, “Enter.”
“I’m here to babysit for you, Butler.” Seras recognized the voice from somewhere, but turned her head away. She didn’t want to see the person who was seeing her exposed and manhandled in this manner.
The person spoke again, “No chains?”
“She’s too weak. You could restrain her with a shoestring at the moment.” Seras hated that he was right. “Just don’t feed her while I’m out and you’ll have no trouble at all.”
Walter finally stopped playing with the rose on her thigh and stood. “Will she be needed for questioning tonight?”
“No, the Major is still busy. He said I was getting underfoot so he gave me this detail. I think it was supposed to be a punishment, but I don’t mind. I have this.” Seras still didn’t turn to see what “this” was. She was afraid it was going to be some horrid instrument of torture.
“Have fun, Schrödinger. I gather I should be back sometime before dawn. A few pockets of resistance to clean up.”
His weight depressed the mattress again. Walter turned her face and kissed her. “Get some rest, Seras. You’ve had a long day.” She watched him leave and the weird little catboy “envoy” of Millennium’s came into view.
“I bet you thought you’d never see me again, didn’t you?” He was giving her that same strange look he’d given her when she first saw him in the Queen’s presence. It was made a thousand times worse by the fact that she was nude and covered in burns and Walter’s new idea of adornments.
He shook himself out of his reverie and turned away from her. He opened the wall locker and pulled out a rough wool blanket. She was surprised when he laid the blanket over her, giving her some slight sense of modesty. “Thank you.” The wool was an itching burn on her wounds, but it was worth it.
He climbed onto the bed and settled himself in a little ball near her feet. “Don’t worry about me, Fräulein. Get some sleep. I’ll keep myself busy.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a handheld video game and was quickly absorbed in some electronic world.
•••
Seras’ sleep was rife with nightmares. Most of them were memories of blood and violence. The worst, in its own peculiar way, was when the spirit of her Harkonnen came to visit her. He was creepy enough, fat and blistered and floating around with no rhyme or reason, but he berated her for losing him. She tried to tell him that he’d been taken from her and she’d had no choice, but he wouldn’t listen. He complained about being stuck in a box, nobody valued him and he couldn’t wait to see Sting in his little plastic bikini.
Seras woke with his words in her ears and a sob choking her throat, “Where there’s life, there’s hope, Seras. But you’re not alive, are you?”
Schrödinger was watching her when she opened her eyes.
“What do you want?” Her voice was a croak.
“Nothing. You were talking in your sleep.” His steady regard was unnerving. Why did he always stare at her like that?
Stop looking at me, you weird little boy! “Can I at least have some water?”
He shrugged at her apologetically. “There’s no water in here and I can’t leave you alone. You won’t die from it, ja?”
“I should be so lucky,” she muttered as she closed her eyes.
•••
Her nightmare-riddled sleep was broken by lips against hers. She came instantly awake when her mouth filled with the taste of blood. Her eyes snapped open to see Walter’s face filling her view. He was looking back at her, and a little crinkle around his eyes betrayed his amusement as she swallowed and searched for more.
He pulled away and smiled happily at her. “Good morning, Seras. Are you ready for today’s lesson?”
Seras was cursing herself for an idiot. Why did she think that a pleasant interlude of sex meant that he wasn’t as horrid as he\'d already demonstrated?
Oh yes, she’d gotten her cup of blood when he was done with her, but he didn’t mention that as soon as she finished drinking it, he was just going to take it all back and a bit more. She hadn’t even had it in her long enough to heal any of her injuries.
Damn me! Damn him! Damn Alucard! Damn it all!
She was lying in his bed, too weak to do much more than stare at the low ceiling. Every time she closed her eyes, she had to deal with all the memories. Too much had happened too quickly for her to be able to face the swarm of memories yet.
Walter was puttering around. She didn’t know what he was doing and tried to tell herself she didn’t care. She could turn her head and probably see him, but she didn’t want to look at him, and she didn’t want to attract his attention.
She felt him sit next to her on the bed. Neither of them spoke and Seras didn’t look over at him. Her skin was crawling, thinking about his eyes on her body – his hands on her body. She’d know better than to trust him again.
She flinched when his gloved hand settled on her breast. He let his fingers trail across her skin and circle around her nipple until it betrayed her by tightening under his touch. With no warning, he pinched her hard enough to earn a small gasp of pain. His touch became gentle again and her traitor nipple became so hard it hurt in an entirely different way.
“We still have the lessons on learning to enjoy contrasting sensations.”
She turned her head away and closed her eyes. He leaned over her and grabbed her chin ungently and turned her face to him. He was dressed again, not a hair out of place in its tidy ponytail. She could smell him. She remembered how he tasted and she was so hungry.
“Are you still sulking about the blood? If you think about it, you’ll see I’m doing you a favor. Would you prefer the silver chains?”
“You’ll never be able to buy my cooperation that way again.” She tried to sound angry instead of weak and scared.
“You’ll never be a virgin again.” He shrugged at her and smiled. It was a cruel smile and Seras was momentarily grateful she had no blood to spare for tears.
“As you can see, I’m ready to get back to my duties. The fat man gave me the day to play with you, but I have cleanup tonight. Your companion for the evening should be joining us shortly.”
Companion for the evening? Her face must have betrayed her fear because his cruel smile was back in full force. His hand moved away from her breast, but it was worse to have the coarse fabric of his gloves move over the livid decorations on her stomach and thighs.
Seras closed her eyes and tried to think of other things – sunny days, the smell of roses, sleeping in after a long night – anything except this. When someone knocked on the door, she had a moment’s hope that Walter would stop, but he didn’t. The no-longer-perfect butler continued his torment of her wounds and called, “Enter.”
“I’m here to babysit for you, Butler.” Seras recognized the voice from somewhere, but turned her head away. She didn’t want to see the person who was seeing her exposed and manhandled in this manner.
The person spoke again, “No chains?”
“She’s too weak. You could restrain her with a shoestring at the moment.” Seras hated that he was right. “Just don’t feed her while I’m out and you’ll have no trouble at all.”
Walter finally stopped playing with the rose on her thigh and stood. “Will she be needed for questioning tonight?”
“No, the Major is still busy. He said I was getting underfoot so he gave me this detail. I think it was supposed to be a punishment, but I don’t mind. I have this.” Seras still didn’t turn to see what “this” was. She was afraid it was going to be some horrid instrument of torture.
“Have fun, Schrödinger. I gather I should be back sometime before dawn. A few pockets of resistance to clean up.”
His weight depressed the mattress again. Walter turned her face and kissed her. “Get some rest, Seras. You’ve had a long day.” She watched him leave and the weird little catboy “envoy” of Millennium’s came into view.
“I bet you thought you’d never see me again, didn’t you?” He was giving her that same strange look he’d given her when she first saw him in the Queen’s presence. It was made a thousand times worse by the fact that she was nude and covered in burns and Walter’s new idea of adornments.
He shook himself out of his reverie and turned away from her. He opened the wall locker and pulled out a rough wool blanket. She was surprised when he laid the blanket over her, giving her some slight sense of modesty. “Thank you.” The wool was an itching burn on her wounds, but it was worth it.
He climbed onto the bed and settled himself in a little ball near her feet. “Don’t worry about me, Fräulein. Get some sleep. I’ll keep myself busy.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a handheld video game and was quickly absorbed in some electronic world.
Seras’ sleep was rife with nightmares. Most of them were memories of blood and violence. The worst, in its own peculiar way, was when the spirit of her Harkonnen came to visit her. He was creepy enough, fat and blistered and floating around with no rhyme or reason, but he berated her for losing him. She tried to tell him that he’d been taken from her and she’d had no choice, but he wouldn’t listen. He complained about being stuck in a box, nobody valued him and he couldn’t wait to see Sting in his little plastic bikini.
Seras woke with his words in her ears and a sob choking her throat, “Where there’s life, there’s hope, Seras. But you’re not alive, are you?”
Schrödinger was watching her when she opened her eyes.
“What do you want?” Her voice was a croak.
“Nothing. You were talking in your sleep.” His steady regard was unnerving. Why did he always stare at her like that?
Stop looking at me, you weird little boy! “Can I at least have some water?”
He shrugged at her apologetically. “There’s no water in here and I can’t leave you alone. You won’t die from it, ja?”
“I should be so lucky,” she muttered as she closed her eyes.
Her nightmare-riddled sleep was broken by lips against hers. She came instantly awake when her mouth filled with the taste of blood. Her eyes snapped open to see Walter’s face filling her view. He was looking back at her, and a little crinkle around his eyes betrayed his amusement as she swallowed and searched for more.
He pulled away and smiled happily at her. “Good morning, Seras. Are you ready for today’s lesson?”