Midian Evolution

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Alucard and Anderson returned, and the paladin looked tired. He sat on the floor, staring dully at nothing. My master looked at him, frowned briefly, then snapped his fingers in front of the ex-priest’s face. “You’re taking this too hard,” he said. “Do you think you’re the only priest to ever lose his pope?” As he mildly chastised the man, he handed me a bottle of vegetable juice. “Not too much at once, sotie; there’s a lot of fiber in this.”

Grateful, I took it and cracked the seal. Mmmmm……

Anderson sighed. “You cannae understand, monster, so stop tryin’ to meet me on it.”

“I do understand, though.” Master sat beside me, giving Anderson a long, weighted look. “Changing from human to Midian isn’t easy, after all.”

“Yeh weren’t ever human,” Anderson argued, echoing my own thoughts.

I put the juice down. “Maybe not like you think of it,” I said, adding my opinion. “Still, you haven’t lost your God, just your…” I looked at Master. “What’s the word I’m looking for?”

“Alignment?” Alucard suggested. “I don’t think he’s lost anything except an unworthy master,” he argued without heat. “It isn’t as if Enrico Maxwell is the Metatron; Anderson doesn’t need the head of Iscariot to translate the will of God.”

Anderson stiffened. At a snail’s pace, he turned his head and looked directly into Alucard’s eyes. “Ah know he isnae the Metatron,” he said tightly. “But, Iscariot existed before Enrico Maxwell; he was never my master.”

“Prove it.” Alucard didn’t smile. “Be what you are, paladin. Take a lesson from my sotie.”

Being a forcibly retired police officer before becoming Midian, I had ears attuned to praise or reproach. At Master’s words, part of my inner chaos just quieted. He’d given me an acknowledgement. He’d as much as said that he could give no better advice than to learn from me. His approval soothed two different parts of me; the part that needed a commanding officer, and a deeper, warmer part that just needed him.

But, I had the attention of both men, now. Anderson appraised me seriously, as if taking Master’s words objectively for once. Alucard’s red eyes, such a contrast from the palladin’s startling green ones, held something hot and soft and meant for a bedroom.

My belly clenched. He’d looked at me with desire before, but not with such intense, powerful focus. The predator’s gleam of absolute want…

Of course I want you, Seras. he said.

A horrible pain seized my womb and wrung it like a dishrag. I gasped at the force of the cramp, having not felt anything like it for quite awhile. Low in my back, an ache began.

I got off the sofa bed, jerking upright like a suddenly-remembered puppet. “I have to go talk to Sir Integra,” I announced, holding a hand flat to my lower torso. Pressing down made the pain abate a little. Not waiting for either man to speak, I walked briskly out the door and made a sharp turn for the next car.

I knocked as politely as one can, and waited. Walter answered the door. He took a long look at my face before blinking in surprise. “Are you well, Seras?” he asked, stepping back to admit me.

“I have… girl stuff to discuss with Sir,” I explained, hoping he’d be a gentleman, traitor or not.

“Ah.” Walter picked up his jacket and moved to one side, revealing Integra. “I’ll just take a walk,” he said.

Integra nodded before putting a dose of Snus in her mouth. “Thank you, Walter,” she murmured. We stood alone in mere seconds. I listened to Walter walking away, relieved he wasn’t going to spy on us. Sir Integra sat and gave me a look I couldn’t interpret. “I hope you don’t think I have any insight as to ‘girl stuff’.”

I worried at my bottom lip a moment before my words just burst out. “I think I’ve started menstruating again!”

Integra’s eyes widened just slightly. “Are you bleeding?”

“No, but I felt a cramp.” I tried to force myself to relax, but I just couldn’t. “And, I think Master caused it, somehow!”

“You haven’t said anything to him about it?” Integra’s eyes dropped to my tightly-pressed hand.

“I came here the instant it happened.” I sat down. “Female vampires can’t ovulate, can they?”

“I’ve never read of it happening, no,” Integra said. She took the Snus out of her mouth and fumbled in her jacket for an electronic cigarette. A quick motion and she sucked down a double-lungful of nicotine and water vapor. “You are a new sort of Midian, though, Seras. I think we’d better consider that.”

I groaned. I never stopped considering that, thanks. Of us all, I couldn’t quit. It was me, after all. Even while I gave voice to my despair, another cramp took me. The resulting, hot rush and leaking feeling kicked my panic higher. “I think I’m bleeding, now,” I whispered.

Integra got up and started searching her bags swiftly. “Go to the lavatory and see,” she ordered, giving me a small bag. “Come right back, Seras.”

I snatched the bag, feeling the tell-tale, squishiness of sanitary napkins. Without another word, I turned, opened the door and headed for the nearest steward. “Restroom?” I asked the first one, hoping he wouldn’t think it amiss that I didn’t already know, that he hadn’t noticed I’d never wanted the loo before now.

At having directions, I quickly found the small rest area and jerked my skirt up. As I hooked my fingers in my knickers, I cursed. The smell of blood was unmistakable. “No,” I moaned, looking at the evidence on my fingertips. “No, no, no!”

Sotie?

What?! I washed my hands and frantically tried to clean my underwear under the tap. I felt like I’d never stand on steady ground, that I’d never know what to expect or how to act. I’d only just begun to embrace what I was, but what I was kept changing, damn it!

I felt my master entering the lavatory. Looking in the mirror, I watched him slide through the wall and form completely. His glowing gaze took in my frantic cleaning job, the bag of spilled pads on the floor. His nostrils flared.

“I didn’t do it!” I said in defense, choking on the words. “It just… happened!”

Gaze wondering, Alucard leaned over my shoulder and took the pair of knickers from my hand. He looked at the watery smear of mucosal blood, then turned his eyes fully to mine in the mirror. “You didn’t do this,” he agreed, and my underwear dissolved and re-formed, clean and whole. “I did, Seras.”

“What?” I gaped at him. I could feel thick blood running down my leg and pooling in my shoe.

“Our bond does work two ways,” he murmured, stepping closer and pinning me between himself and the sink. His arms came out and clamped down on the sink’s edge, effectively trapping me. “I didn’t intend to push your reproductive system back into functioning, but I did want it to happen.”

I stared at his reflection. He’d been thinking of fucking me, and wished to get me pregnant. His wish made my reality.

“We can’t,” I whispered. We could not have children. No child could form inside me to term, and if it did, what sort of monster would we make? I couldn’t, just couldn’t allow it.

“I know.” His answer, low and quiet, held regret. “It’s ironic I had children with lesser wives.”

I closed my eyes and leaned back on him. “Master…”

“It’s true, Seras,” he stressed softly. “Didn’t I tell you how tempting it is for a vampire to create life? I meant that.”

Sorrow for both of us seemed to just fill me. “I’m not Mina.”

“How well I know,” he replied roughly, his darkness seeping into the air around us. Tendrils of night twining around my arms and legs. “Mina never wanted me,” he continued, his hands sliding from the sink to grip my hips. “And, in contrast to you, she was ignorant of the lengths I could go to. You know what I am and you want me anyway.” His erection pushed against me, a hard rod of hot iron. “You’re better than Mina, better than Elizabeta, better than anyone I ever took.”

I moaned, feeling one of his nebulous tentacles circle my clit. The others absorbed all the blood I’d spilled. “Why, Master?” I asked, gasping. “Why realize this now?” A questing tendril dipped inside me and swelled, stopping at the barrier that had saved me from becoming a ghoul. In the mirror, I saw myself being lifted slightly, gently assaulted by writhing bands of black.

“Why ask me why?” he said, his hands sliding down. It was simple for him to part my legs and hold them open, considering he’d lifted me from the floor. I felt him everywhere, but he wasn’t pushing through my hymen. The thickness of that tentacle barely inside me, felt good.

“No, I’m not taking your virginity in this grim little loo,” he said, “so stop worrying about it. I want your virgin blood spilled in my coffin, where I can wallow upon it day after day.” The twirling around my clit became a tugging, then, and I began to shake. I’d never felt anything this powerful, this pleasurable. “And, you can give those absorbent pads back to my master; I’m not leaving you with one damned drop to leak.”

I knew he’d done this to Integra. I hadn’t been jealous before, but now I seethed with it. “Do we taste the same?” I hissed, a red film settling over my eyes before becoming a mantle of black, blood-tinged fury. My teeth extended. In the mirror, I watched the change come over me. I’d never seen myself this way, and it almost frightened me.

But, the lioness purred.

Working my arms free, I reached backward and grabbed at my master’s firm arse. I wrenched him forward, bumping us together before grinding down. “Answer me, damn you!”

“Dark heaven,” he growled in my ear. “Mine. Eternally mine.”

“That’s not an answer, you son of a bitch!” I slammed backward again and again, taking the pleasure he gave and feeding it right back to him. “Do we taste the same?”

Alucard hunched over, wrapped his arms around my waist and held me tight to his straining body. I wailed as his hardness slammed against my ache, and he covered my mouth. “No one tastes like you, Seras,” he uttered lowly. “No one has your scent.” His harsh breaths hot across my ear, he bounced me off him. He made me want more, more, more.

“No one but you ever felt right in my coffin,” he went on, his strikes harder and his voice a honeyed rumble. “Cramp and bleed for me, wife. Push that nectar out for your master.”

I bit the hand that muffled my screams, but he didn’t let go. I bled a river now; my womb obeyed his command. It scared me, thrilled me, made my she-beast roar. The power of my desire for him made the air darken and the lights flicker. Shuddering, I melted and came. Master!

Good, Seras. I heard him absorbing my blood, the soft, sucking sound of the tentacle just inside me. No more fighting me. He continued his hip strikes, tantalizing me with this parody of what I really wanted. Relax and give me what I desire.

I went limp and just enjoyed him moving me, the feeling of raw helplessness and slick, bloody pleasure. I felt his hair twining around my head, covering my eyes and supporting me. It seemed I floated in a cloud made of him, a cloud that smelled like rosemary, gunpowder and rain.

Suck, swirl, and pump, thrust and grind… I built for another climax, everything inside me tingling and liquid. He took his bleeding hand from my mouth and dropped blood directly on my tongue. I want you when you defy me, and when you surrender. You’ve made me want you, sotie.

“Oh, Master,” I sighed, letting the orgasm just have me. Exhausted by pleasure and blood loss, I hung in his embrace nearly insensible.

“You’re almost finished,” he murmured comfortingly, his deep voice rumbling against my back. “If I didn’t do this, sotie, I would just take you; you smell too good to leave alone. And, as you rightly surmise, we can’t take a risk. I had my chance at being a father already, and I’ve proven I can’t make proper vampiric offspring.”

Relieved he wouldn’t commit the profanity of impregnating me, I began to cry. But, I cried for myself, too. Part of me wanted to give him a child.

“Don’t cry for me,” he demanded, his voice edging toward roughness again. “I’m not worth your sadness.” But, his tone wavered unsteadily. “Goddamn you, Seras, stop.”

He lowered me to the floor and jerked away, retracting all the darkness that had held me. I turned to see him approaching the wall with every intention of phasing through it.

No.

No, he wasn’t leaving me.

I grabbed his wrist and willed him to stay solid, jerking him back to me. We tangled together in the bloodstained restroom, smashing the sink. Water sprayed up from the broken pipe, drenching us and carrying pink swirls down the floor grate.

Through watering eyes, I looked at him. A bloody tear-track issued from his left eye. I stared at it, amazed that he could cry for us as well as for his lost Elizabeta. It just froze me in place.

Alucard waved his first finger, and I heard the sink repairing behind me. Then, he took my hands and pulled me to him. His firm lips came crashing down upon mine, our fangs striking together so hard I swore I saw a spark.

Alucard…

It’s Vlad, damn you! He devoured my mouth, sucked on my tongue, tugged me this way and that with only his mouth. You want him, not the pet monster of Hellsing!

It was true. I wanted him as he was. I love you as you are, too, I said, tasting his tears, my tears, the blood and salt mixing together on our lips. I want you whole, Master.

He slowly but insistently drew away, his emotions at such a pitch that he breathed like a living man. We stared at each other a long, long moment. We both knew I’d broken something inside him, exposed him.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered. “Seeing you in pain isn’t my idea of greatness.”

Alucard looked down at the wet floor. A soft chuckle came from him. “I killed you in Cheddar Village, and you’ve been so kind to return the favor,” he said. “Humbled by a slip of a girl. Brought to my knees, even.” He picked up the pads Integra gave me, and presented them along with my knickers. “I didn’t finish, Seras. I hope my strength can keep me away from you while you complete your cycle.”

Exhausted, a bit hurt he’d have to stay away from me, I could still accept that. “I’ll make Anderson my constant companion until…”

“Yes, do that,” he agreed, sounding relieved I wouldn’t insist. “Integra and Walter will have to cope with my presence. Once they understand why, I doubt they make a fuss.” He backed toward the wall. “I can’t wait to get you back to Hellsing, little Police Girl. I’m going to fuck you to atoms, then fuck your atoms.”

Shivering, I turned away from him and started setting my appearance to rights. Stepping into my underwear, I met his eyes in the mirror before he dissolved through the wall. “Better get a condom, then,” I advised, working up the energy for a smile.

Chuckling, he vanished.

I cleaned up as best I could, wiped the floor with an entire roll of bath tissue, applied a pad, and exited. A line of people too polite to knock, waited on the loo. I didn’t even bother to apologize, just swept past them and down the corridor.