Midian Evolution

A.N. I have to work a double today and I might not get a chapter up tomorrow because of it. Just a head's up


Sotie.

Master?

Intergra insists you leave the airplane on your own power. Out of respect for her marriage I haven’t pressed your need to sleep. So, you’ll have to take a little of my blood. Master’s voice dripped irritation, but not toward me. I wouldn’t agree to do anything that would harm your progression toward being my true kin. Waking you is only going to make you bad-tempered and feeble.

I felt his finger slide across my lips and gently push into my mouth. Bite, Seras, bite and drink of your master.

I obeyed, and the first pulse of his rich, complex, madness-laden blood made me groan aloud. He was so good. Living blood nourished my body, but his blood fostered my very soul. It slid into my darkest cracks, widening some and sealing others, gently flooded me with his essence, his being.

Master was truly good enough to eat.

And, I had the only place setting.

Sotie… Alucard groaned as well, and the deep timbre of it made me tremble inside. Sotie, don’t swirl your tongue like that. It goes straight to my cock, and this is difficult enough. He gave a small gasp, and I felt him go rigid. Tu mă iubeşti; tu sparge pe mine.

I tasted him, now, really tasted him. His language flowed into me. I didn’t need to study a dusty old book when I could tap Master’s mind through his blood. He’d said, you love me; you break me.

I’d never break him. That was crazy. Not only could I never lift a finger to hurt my master, I’d never do so even if forced. No one could make me hurt him.

Te voi iubi intotdeauna, maestrul meu I said. I will always love you, Master.

Sotie… He ran his bleeding finger under my tongue and let the blood pool and collect. You should love your master; every good fledgling will.

Then, what I felt was natural, and couldn’t be condemned by anyone, not even Master Himself. I was allowed to love him; he even expected it. This meant I was free to express it in any way I saw fit. The freedom of that cut a heavy chain from around my shoulders.

Yet…

I didn’t love him entirely just because I’d proven myself a good fledgling. I loved Alucard the Immortal because of something human, because I’d been human the moment I fell for him. I might become a true Midian, but the way I felt for him would always fall back into that night in Cheddar Village. My inhuman savior, claiming me for himself and spiriting me away from the one who would rape and kill me.

Oh God, Sotie. Please, stop thinking! It’s too much at once. You take me beyond the pale.

I quieted my mind and simply drank, just obeyed him completely and without question. It seemed to give him some relief. He gradually unwound his tight body, and his free hand came back up to stroke my hair.

Seras, you obey me so well, he said. I forgive you for what happened during the wedding.

Master’s forgiveness was a balm, a soothing coolness upon my heated guilt. I threw one hand to his neck and another to his side, holding him tightly while I drank his blood. Alucard, I sighed in his mind. Vlad. Vlad, Kazikli Voyvoda.

Yes, he sighed. The Impaler Prince. You know this and you still suck upon me like I’m your only salvation.

You are my master. It isn’t my position to judge. I tugged upon his finger, feeling that hot gush of loaded blood fill my mouth before seeping down into my nucleus. You are my reason for life.

Alucard sighed. His breath, long and heavy, lifted up from the bottom of my absolute worship. Sotie, where did you find the meaning for this inside the bloodlust of the Midian?

Master? I didn’t know what he meant. All I knew was how he tasted. My master, so succulent and strong…

What in the name of hell are you doing? I heard the stinky man exclaim.

I felt Master’s body twist slightly. “Nothing,” he said lowly, sweetly. “I’m doing nothing at all. Why?”

“Oh…” The man went back to doing whatever, convinced by Alucard’s tone.

I started feeling a little more awake. I took a few more drinks from Alucard’s finger for good measure, then released him with a swipe of my tongue. Turning my head upon his chest, I suddenly locked eyes with Anderson. The ex-priest’s green eyes held a sort of sick fascination, which turned to flat disgust when Master slowly painted my lips with the last bit of his blood, his finger acting as lipstick.

I wouldn’t apologize. If Anderson didn’t know what I was by now, he’d been kidding himself.

“We’re descending,” Walter remarked lightly. But I heard just the slightest tremble in his voice. His hand shook as he touched a vest pocket. I looked at him a moment, wondering why he’d be upset. Casting a glance at Integra for a clue, she met my eyes. Those pools of blue were glazed.

We put off a lot of sexual vibrations, Seras, Alucard said, helpfully cluing me in to the problem. You can’t smell their arousal because of this recycled air. You only smelled the maggot sitting next to me because the air vent is blowing across him.

Oh. Inside of being so sleepy, I felt amused. If I hadn’t been so tired, I’d giggle. Master, we turned them on?

Oh, without a doubt. Integra nearly came, he drawled. Wouldn’t you have liked to see that?

Yeah, I admitted, spurred by the lascivious way he asked me that question. I liked my lips before his blood could dry on them, enjoying that last taste.

Master chuckled. Good girl, Seras. Do you know what the after-effects of our little show will be?

Uhhh… I eased back so I could see his face. No.

Master grinned an enormous grin. Those two, terribly British people across from us are on their honeymoon. They’ll probably go straight to their private car and fuck like improper little demons.

I felt my mouth gape open. They… we…

Yes. Master grinned even wider. Maybe they’ll name the child after one of us, since we’re so inspirational.

No, I think Integra is going to have twins, I argued, remembering a dream. She’ll name them Jarod and Alex.

Master stopped smiling. Twins? Are you certain?

I’m not certain, no, but I had a dream about us waiting on someone to bring the babies to us. Walter was missing, so I assumed we were waiting on him. I looked over at Walter reflexively, just in time to see him clap a hand over his ear and wince.

“Walt?” I asked. “What’s wrong?”

Walter smiled and dropped his hand. “Just that nagging earache. It never completely goes away.

“Earache?” Integra looked at her husband hard. “You didn’t mention it.”

Walter spread his hands, holding them in the air. “Such a small thing isn’t worth mentioning.”

Integra made a grunting sound. “Change in cabin pressure. You’ll feel better once we get back on the ground, which won’t be long.”

“I’m sure you’re correct,” Walter murmured, but he clenched the armrest and grited his teeth.

I felt something terrible and sly hit me while I looked at him. Something wasn’t right here. Another dream surfaced in my mind, a nightmare, a vision of Walter cutting my master into pieces with his wires. But, he’d assured me he’d never be like his other self.

Master…

Yes, Seras, he answered. We’ll just watch him. It’s possible Walter is merely ill. Remember, I saw your dream, too. But, our Walter is not a traitor. I’d bet my coffin on that.

His words made me feel slightly better, but I could’t let go of that creeping foreboding. Other Me had been heartbroken over what Walter became, which meant she hadn’t expected him to be a traitor, either.

I still felt exhausted. Concern for my friend didn’t help my energy level.

We have another twenty minutes on this heap of metal, Master said. Rest, Sotie. If you don’t rest I’ll be carrying you, no matter what Integra insists. He put his arm out and tucked me back against his side.

Obediently, I closed my eyes and forced my body to be still. I really didn’t think I’d learn the quiet of a vampire, no matter what Master insisted. But, as I drifted, I pondered what it meant that I could learn Master’s native tongue through ingesting his blood.

Why now? I’d had him before.

Oh, shit. I’d told him I love him…