Suffer The Little Children

Disclaimer: Don't own Hellsing and it makes me mad because I want to make Alucard my love slave.



Warning: More naughty limey dream sequences that turn less than pleasant for poor little Alucard.



She ran towards Alucard wishing in the back of her mind that she had some sort of First Aide kit to heal his wounds. Yet it wasn't until she saw his blood climbing upwards on his body and filling up the gashes on his torso that she nearly forgot the one thing that he could count on when they first met in Cheddar.



That he could never bleed to death or lose any of his blood.



"Master, you need to leave," she demanded looking around nervously,"please, get out of here!"



"Is this any way to treat someone who has just been eaten by a demonic tree?"



She stopped in her tracks and shook her head in disbelief, he could say the most riduculous things to tease someone, but this was just too much, "Wh-What!?"



"When I was out in the woods," he began,"it was to follow this strange noise that I thought would be a good clue, until I found a even better one: a symbol of the crescent moon in stones with a dot of blood in the middle of it. Vampires do not do such things, it is not in their nature to do so, that was what was so odd about it, the next thing I know this tree becomes a monster with knotholes for eyes and jagged bark for teeth. Its vines become a tongue and wrap around me about to make me its lunch, luckly if it wasn't for the fact I was still holding onto my Cassuall and Jackal guns I wouldn't be here standing before you right now."



"But that is impossible," stammered Seras,"trees can't do that, only in horror books and movies."



"You should know by now being a part of Hellsing that nothing is as it seems Police Girl," he retorted soaking up more blood into his fast healing wounds,"now, we must send the image of this new evidence to Master, it may be the first but hopefully not the last in our investigation."



"Did you at least get a picture of it?"



"Oh yes definitely," he said sarcastically,"I had plenty of time while almost being attacked by that demon tree!"



"There is no need to get defensive Master," the fledgling said,"but since you looked at it give the image to me and I can send it to Sir Integra or Walter."



"Very well," he replied placing a gloved hand on her forehead,"just clear your mind."



Seras nodded and took a deep breath to allow the image that Alucard witnessed to easily enter into her conscience. To this day she could not figure out the scientific methodical workings that transpired between them. Two minds both deprived of any life or neurological movement opened themselves up to a image of a group of stones in the shape of a crescent moon becoming as clear as day inside Seras's brain. Like Alucard the symbol was just a mystery to her as it was to him when first laying eyes upon it. Or the mind's eye in this case. Concentrating on keeping the image afloat as well as the surrounding enviroment which it laid in, Alucard then told her what she needed to do to transmit the image back to thier boss.



"Since Master said to send the message to our Angel of Death," he whispered with his hand still on her forehead,"I want to you to focus of sending the message to him...no one else...think it of it as a tunnel and your destination is Walter's mind."



"Yes master..."



"Its just like I told you about portals," he said,"but instead of concentrating on the location of your destination you are concentrating on the image's destination to the person you are sending it to...can you see that tunnel up ahead...good, now keep it moving don't stop or let it rest for any reason."



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Integra sat in her desk watching Walter intently as he sat across from her with a notepad and pencil in his hand, his eyes were closed as if deep in thought, and his breathing slowed down very rapidly with his head slouched over his body. A rare sight for a tall proudly erect man. Around them the room was quiet. It had to be in order that the image could be recieved successfully. No one of soldier or help staff were allowed to enter her office at this time. Even the phone line was shut off just for a minute to prevent any in coming calls from disrupting them.



At last, it was the moment she was waiting for, his hand began to move and drew out a odd shape on the blank sheet of paper. She squinted her eyes to make out ten circular shapes curving in a titled semi-circle and then a doodling blob in the center shading in to show that it was blood. When he was finished, Walter opened his eyes and looked down at his work like he was totally aware he had drawn it with his eyes opened from his own memory.



"Well," he said,"I am not much of an artist, but here it is, what do you make of it Sir Integra?"



He handed the drawing to Integra both of them studying it carefully.



"Alucard was right," she said looking at it every which way,"its nothing of faith-based design but yet it certainly dosen't look like anything pagan I have ever read about or seen. Walter, go to the library and fetch me anything on symbols, including my father and my grandfather's journals, they may help us out."



Walter complied to her request but not before plugging the telephone back in.



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"How did I do Master?"



When she opened her eyes she saw that Alucard was sitting at the edge of her bed with his hat and glasses removed and placed on the sheets.



"Good work," he said,"Integra told me that Walter got it, not bad for your first try, you deserve a drink of your blood packet tonight."



"Thank you master," she smiled, although she hated the idea of a blood packet being her reward just his gratitude was enough to make her beam with pride,"I think I hide some away under the bed next to my halconnan."



"Police Girl," he scolded,"you know very well you have to keep your blood packets in your coffin or else rats could get into them and contaminate the contents."



"But Master-"



The sharp slam of a door silenced the lecture of proper storage for blood supplies all of a sudden. Seras let out a mousey squeak and looked around her room hurridly. The foot steps were passing towards her door and she wasn't keen on waiting to see if they would walk by or open the door and peer in on her. She reached over and pulled Alucard from her bed shoving his hat and glasses into his hands.



"Oh bugger, someone is coming," she hissed under her breath,"you have to hide I shouldn't even have you in here right now!"



"Because its 'forbidden'" he smirked adding the last word with a touch of intrigue.



"Master please leave..." she begged.



"Very well," he sighed,"I haven't done this since the 17th century."



She watched as he morphed into mist before her very eyes and vanished silently away underneath the space beneath her bed. The footsteps became closer and closer and a shadow appeared under the crack of her door stopping in front of it and pausing. Seras fell to her knees beside the bed and pretended to be saying her nightly prayers. Leaving one eye opened to glance behind her who it was when the door clicked opened and a young male priest peered his head in. She recognized him as Philip Duncan, under the title of Father but yet still what they called a "clergyman in waiting" since he was so much a novice but he looked up to Anderson admirably.



"Oh excuse me Sister Mary," he said,"I didn't mean to walk in on you during your prayers, but something has happened and Father Anderson sent me up here to get you."



She looked over her shoulder,"What is it?"



"Something happened outside," he explained,"no time to explain."



With that he removed his head from the door and walked off. Seras reached in under the bed and took the handgun that Alucard handed to her after he morphed back into his solid state laying on the floor next to her halcannon and blood packets (which he promised not to get into while she was out) Seras put on her whipple and tucked the gun under her habit before stepping out of her room not even pausing to look back and make sure Alucard was safely hidden.



The hallways and rooms were still empty as she traveled through to the first floor down the long flight of stairs. Everytime she passed a window she saw a nun on the cobblestone knelt down holding something in her arms as a fully dressed Father Anderson stood over them. She kept herself from sweating as she grabbed the folds her dress and ran even faster attracting the attention of her footsteps over to some of the children courious by what was going on outside of thier rooms. By the time she was outside, she heard the sound of a little girl crying upon reaching the nun and the father. The fledgling looked over the sister's shoulder spying a red-haired girl in a lacy white nightgown burying her face into the nun's habit and crying her eyes out. Screaming over and over again something intelligible.



"What happened?" Seras demanded staring straight at Father Anderson.



"Sister Moira spotted this girl walking towards the woods," he answered back not even looking at Seras,"it was like the little colleen could not help herself."



"At first I thought she was sleepwalking, she has a habit of doing that sometimes," added Sister Moira,"but when I walked in front of her I saw that her eyes were wide open, so strange, and she was so alert, like she..she...knew that she was going into the woods in the first place."



Seras knelt down and got the young girl's attention.



"What are you doing out here," she asked the red-haired girl,"its way past midnight and there are dangerous creatures out here, weren't you scared?"



A pair of deep emerald eyes stared up into Seras,"I thought I heard my mommy," she said,"I know it was her I heard, she was singing to me our favorite song, she said she would return to me someday, and she did, she really did!"



"Did you see her Angela?" asked Father Anderson.



"N-No," she shook her head,"but I know her voice, I know her voice, she was calling to me, why did you stop me Sister Moira?"



"Its too dangerous for you to be out here by yourself Angela," said Seras,"you were probably dreaming it."



The red-haired girl known as Angela crawled from Sister Moira's lap and walked towards Seras near her Father Anderson stood up tall and secretly imposing with his hands on his sides near where he could reach his blades that were hidden underneath his clothes. Moira got to her feet as well, brushing the dirt from her habi,t and turning around to go back inside. She spotted that what was suppose to be a private occurance was not so, dutifully, she was ushering other children gathered around the porch back inside. They let out a cry of collective "aww" from disappointment knowing that what was happening at this very moment was more interesting than just going to sleep.



Seras looked away from the other children and looked back down at Angela who defended her claim,"But, I was not even tired, I heard a pretty song outside my window," she went on,"mommy always sang to me before she abandoned me here, if it wasn't her than who could it be Sister Mary?"



Both Seras and Father Anderson exchanged looks briefly, with just as much distrust and suspicion that they shared at the dining hall. How could it be that he would not warn the children what was happening; some of them were losing good friends and siblings out of this attack, wouldn't it be sensible to be upfront about this whole vampire attack seeing how they would find out sooner or later when they wake up the next morning and find that a good friend of thiers was dead?



"I don't know," she grumbled turning her eyes away from him,"but you need to be put back to bed before you catch cold."



She leaned over and picked up the little red-haired girl and held her. She felt a warm feeling in her unbeating heart when the girl reached out and played with the cloth hanging down around her face. Maybe if things have been different and she really did was a catholic nun working for the Vatican this would of been her calling too. She loved children no mistake about it, even if the children she was constantly around belonged to a enemy of her kind. The last thing she saw was the child's smiling face as Father Anderson snatched her from Seras's embrace and carried her back into the orphanage giving her a leering sidelong look until they went through the threshold. Seras was downcasted as she trudged sadly towards the door following behind them.



Even when we try to be nice to his children he still gives me the evil eye



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The morning sun alerted the senses of every human that slept that night in Ferdinat's Luke. Everyone except Alucard. Seras however, had to work her way around finding suspicious activity while going around doing her duties as a nun. But she promised Alucard that she would take short naps to keep herself balanced out and would stay indoors all day. Which wasn't so hard for her since Father Anderson, as vindiction for touching one of the children, made her sweep and mop the storage cellars. Where it was dark, dank, and spiders decorated the rafters with webs.



Alucard, on the other hand, made himself nice and cozy under the bed in Seras's room...



They laid in his coffin, thier mouths parted with hot lusty moans and labored breathing escaping from their lips as the two vampires played with the curves and lines of each other's bodies. Again the woman with the white petticoat and flowing long hair the color of the sun crawled into his coffin and began to undress him. Alucard made no attempt to protest as she did so slowly and with a ounce of foreplay. Until he was entirely naked, with no shame that he was exposed to a female stranger shortly caressing his face and then later on to other parts of his skin.



In the dream he was on the bottom feeling his bare back and buttocks moving against the firm velveteen lining on his coffin moving his hands playfully all over the golden-haired maiden's lush anatomy. Her skin was pale as porcelin not the dark tan skin of his master, her eyes were deep icy blue like Integra but they were soft and looked down at him wanton and lustfully not militant and domineering like Integra, and her voice was smooth as silk and just as seductive not firm and steely like his master. But the way that she lapped him all over his muscles she might as well have taken her place in the bedroom. He found himself distracted by the deep tingling sensations that she mustered over him nuzzling and pawing his chest and legs with the boldness of a adventurous kitten, his mind eager to know the identy of his mysterious dream lover flew out the window leaving his logic dry and empty.



His eyes gazed out into the space of his dreamscape when she licked his inner thighs and purred.



"I wish I knew your name," he said blissfully,"you are not my master...but you are just as beautiful as her...and gentle."



"You have never been touched by her haven't you?" she asked looking down at his face.



"No."



"Such a pity," cooed the golden-haired maiden,"all that loveliness going to waste..."



She leaned down and resumed her touching of his rock-hard body. Strangely, when he looked down at her, her movements did not leave one piece of flesh or appendage unexposed but slathering herself all over his prone state he whimpered through his pleasurable moans that she was avoiding the one spot that would make all the difference. Alas, as she would make her way down and lick his lower body she passed by his hard-on like it wasn't even there in the first place. It angered him to think that it did not lure her attention as it had for countless other men and woman. She kissed his neck and chest, twirling his now long curly hair around her finger once again making her way straight down.



This would be it, he hoped, she can't hold back that long.



He raised his arms up and rested them lazily on the rim of his coffin just leaning back and endulging in the kisses and tongue baths that made him numb right down to the fleshy core between his legs. Alucard's long eyelashes fluttered when he felt her pause over his stomach just inches above his sex. He figured that she was resting herself, being that she had done all the work ravishing him until he felt a sharp pain around his waist and two boney fangs break his skin and fill the maiden's mouth up with blood. He let out a surprised yelp and moved his hands on her shoulders to pry her off of him but his body began to react in the same fashion he could only describe as someone sucking his cock and not his stomach. Alucard's chest heaved violently attempting to control the urges his member was eager to release. He lowered his fangs and let out a warning hiss to the maiden (a common sign he remembered that a consumating vampire will do to tell the other one to stop the fornication) but it only excitid her further, clawing up the skin around her feeding spot. His entire waist soaked to the epidermis with his dark rotten blood making her fangs disappear all the way into his abdomen.



"St...stop..." he panted,"I hissed at you...you are suppose to stop..."



"mmmmmph" was all the maiden responded with coldly.



Alucard tried a second attempt to pull her head up and release her hold on him when suddenly his gasps hitched and spots hovered before his eyes as he began to feel light-headed and dizzy, the maiden was bobbing her head back and forth in her mock blowjob a soft tear of flesh filled his ears with terror, more blood flowed all over around his waist and splattered against his chest-caking his hips and legs. Never had he been involved with anyone that went through a maddening bloodlust during sex. Although it was hard to do given the circumstances he managed to clench his stomach when he knew that this woman was going to rip inside of him.



He forced himself awake to let out a strain of warning hisses, thinking that if she was a true vampire or any vampire at all, she would get the message and stop at once for him to heal. Unfortunely the maiden vampire paid no heed wrapping her arms around his middle and holding on tight. Just when he thought that he was going to have his guts displayed for all to see she stopped her attack and gazed up lovingly at him.



"Wh-What-YOU STUPID BITCH WHAT THE HOLY SHIT IS WRONG WITH YOU!" He screamed loudly,"YOU NEARLY KILLED ME! ARE YOU MAD?!?"



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Meanwhile, down the storage celler Seras was moving a pile of dust bunnies into a dustpan when she was sure that one part of the cellar was finished she moved around to start sweeping up the other section of the storage cellar. It was large so she divided the work into four areas to get things organized and done. Looking back at all the people she had observed working here, no one stood out as being out of the unusual; no one expressed any innappropate interest in the children or acted maliciously towards them in any way. Which didn't make things any easier. Two days were over and they had two more days left to solve this case. And with the priests that worked for Iscariot not helping, it just got even worse.



"There has to be something," she wondered,"something that would give us a clue besides that marker and that tree that almost ate master, but that is just silly, vampires enchanting trees- is such a thing possible?"



"Who are you talking to Sister Mary?" a small voice asked her.



She turned around and saw the same boy that invited her to sit with him at dinner, Timothy Kellis coming down the stairs. A nun sent him down to gather up some mason jars for perserves and had just walked in on Seras when she said to heself "-is such a thing possible?" The nun vampire blushed realizing that someone had caught her talking to herself. She picked up her dustpan and walked over to the boy as casually as she could.



"Oh nothing," she fibbed,"aren't you suppose to be upstairs Timothy?"



"Sister Lillie sent me down here to get some jars for the berries my friends and I gathered today," he answered,"its very dark down here I have to carry a flashlight how can you work down here without lights?"



Seras shrugged,"Oh, I get by."



Timothy went to the metal shelf and grabbed two empty jars and was about to make his way back up when he stopped and looked over at her,"Oh, I wanted to ask, how is Angela?"



"Angela," she was taken aback,"she is fine, but how did you know she was outside last night?"



"I saw it from my window," he said,"when I can't sleep I look up at the stars that was when I saw her walking towards the woods from the window, so I told Father Anderson and Sister Moira about it. I really thought she was sleepwalking until I heard the rumors going around that she had a spell put on her and that it was broken when she heard your voice. I hear the adults whispering behind closed doors, I know something is going on, something that got my friend's sister Sally, and all the other kids."



She could sense Timothy letting out a invulnerable shudder that she doubted came from the cold basement.



"I saw Sally leave through the window the night she died," he whispered darkly,"a voice calling out to her it said 'Come...come to me my pretty...' I thought I was just drifting into and out of a dream but then Father Anderson came in and told me to stay put while he ran outside, I had never seen him so scared in his life, like he really thought a monster had eaten her. You won't let the monster get me too, will you?"



The fledgling dropped her dustpan and broom on the ground and wrapped her arms protectively around Timothy who hugged her back just as tightly,"I promise nothing will get you," she vowed,"no matter what."



"Thank you Sister Mary," he muffled into her habit,"just be careful, I like you, I don't want to let anything happen to you, Sister Lillie dosen't either, she likes you."



"Sister Lillie," her eyes went up couriously,"what does she know about the 'incidents' involving the children?"



"I am nine years old," said the boy,"don't call them 'incidents' you can say 'killings' that is okay I don't mind, but she was the first one who brought Samuel Cuthburt into the church the other day while we were having mass and told us that he wasn't breathing, Sam was the first one that got killed, later on more children followed. You should have seen the look on her face, she was so sad, almost crying. No other sister showed that much compassion with us kids then she does even more so than Father Anderson."



"Okay," Seras kept what he said in mind,"tell you what, I am almost done here, would you like to help me sweep, than I can help you carry the jars up to her okay?"



"Sure," he exclaimed happily,"I will get broom from the closet!"



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"Yes..." she smirked, smoothing the hair back from his forehead,"maybe I am, but you made me that way, I got tired of how you tossed me aside, you used me, and now I will make sure that you get what is coming to you..."



"Famous last words from those that tried and failed." Alucard grunted.



"Our means of death are not as simple as yours," the maiden,"remember that beast."



"What are you? Who are you?" he cried,"your face is so familiar...but why can't I place your name?"



"Because you keep trying to forget me," she whispered softly into his ear, he wanted to lunge at her now and bite her throat, but like in most dreams he couldn't make his body do so no matter how hard he thought of it,"farewell, for now, maybe your dear friend will like to take her place."



She got up and stepped out of the coffin leaving Alucard naked and wet from the blood and sexual sweat clinging to his skin. He laid in his coffin like the weight of cinder blocks was on him. With her back turned to him he didn't lay quietly. Her enigmatic words still ringing in his ears.



"Wait," he cried reaching a hand out to her,"who is this 'her' that you are talking about...answer me...!"



As much as it truely bothered him to do so, Alucard's eyes forced themselves open and he was face to face with the curly bedsprings of Sera's mattress. The dream didn't dissipate as quickly as the previous one it still lingered in the back of his mind. Her face, her touches, even her voice. So much to remember and so little time. He felt a sticky wetness around his waist and legs, grunting with some effort, he peered out from underneath the bed and used his powers to make the drapes close on thier own. So now that the room was left in dimness he crawled out to the middle of the room and kneeled on the floor looking down to check something he figured happened once he unbuttoned his shirt. Instead of suspected ejaculation that would usually occur during a dream of that magnitude there was freash blood spilling along his middle above the top of his slacks. At first he thought that the wound from his attack with the tree had reopened. If that was the case for anyone that wasn't a true vampire such as him.



When he reached down and felt along his skin for any gashes, he lightly grazed the tip of his gloved fingers over two rough bite marks over his navel, bite marks that were open and lined with shredded skin. Just as he had thought: What happened to him in his dream-the tearing of his stomach-also somehow happened to him while he was resting.



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Somewhere in the kitchen of the orphanage, Sister Lillie was removing the pulp out of the berries to be made into perservatives, as she enjoyed the thunking sound that her wooden morter made against the choppy thick red raseberries which oozed through the cone-shaped metal seive; reminding her of blood and bio essences escaping a chunk of newly grounded human flesh sliding into the cockpot. Ten minute ago she sent Timothy down for mason jars.



And as planned he would bring up the nun Sister Mary.



She revealed a cheshire grin to suprass Alucard and licked her lips.



TBC