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Category:
Hellsing › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
13
Views:
7,626
Reviews:
10
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Hellsing, apart from this story, and I make no profit from this. Just good free fun.
Masquerade Betrayal
Also want to state up here, I do not own the song "The Human Stain", it's owned by the awesome band Kamelot, so go look at the song on Youtube if you'd like to hear how it actually goes.
They sat behind the thick brush, staring out into the village, waiting for a sign of movement. Seras felt her legs loosing feeling but she ignored it, tuning out the discomfort. They didn’t have to wait much longer. The succubus came in view not too long afterward, coaxing a few hypnotized men out of their homes. She was tall, slender, very pale, and had waist-long black hair. Her purple eyes shone in the dark, much like Alucard and Seras’s did. Then again being nocturnal, reflective eyes come hand-in-hand.
/You take the men, I’ll get the source./
/They look normal still./
/Wait and see./
Once far enough away, the men began to change. Their skin bubbled and broke, revealing changes as they reverted to lower classed demons.
/Oh goody…/ She stood out from the brush. “Oi demon whore, over here you bitch!”
The succubus looked well enough, an expression of boredom lining her face. “And who are you, a hurt widow?”
“No, your death.”
This made the bored expression disappear, showing amusement. “Oh? Is that right… Boys, protect your love.” She snapped her fingers and the newly transformed demons snarled, drooling like the mindless zombies they were.
Seras, being the great actress that she was, feigned a scared look. With a great fake squeak, she took off, far away from the village, the zombie demons close on her heels.
/Nicely done Seras…/ Now it’s my turn. Sure that she had taken her kills far enough away, he himself stepped out from the brush.
“So, she was not alone.” The succubus narrowed her eyes.
“No. I nice little actress I have as a wife, don’t I?”
“Oh, that’s a nice tidbit of information.” She crouched into a ready pounce position. “So, what have you interrupted my dinner for? These morons’ souls are quite tasty.”
“They’re going straight to your thighs, my dear,” he grinned, flashing his teeth.
She snarled at him. “How dare you? Who do you think you are?”
“I’d answer, but Seras had already given it to you.” He pointed his Casull at her and fired, though she moved at the last minute, the bullet grazing her as she leapt over his form.
“Wrong move, shooting me,” she said as a purple haze of smoke clouded his vision.
“What is this?” He stood his ground, looking around. “Do you really think this is going to change anything? I can still smell you.” This was a downright lie. The haze clouded everything, but he figured he’d at least try to provoke the she-beast.
“Alucard.”
He flipped around, pointing his guns right at Seras. “Don’t do that, I could have shot you through again. This time it really would’ve killed you.”
She smiled. “The men are disposed of.”
“That was fast work. Did you see the succubus?”
“I thought you were dealing with her.”
“She must have gotten away.” He put away his guns. “We’ll just have to stay another day then.” He caught notice as Seras grabbed her arm. “Seras!” He held her up as she winced.
“Just as scratch, I’m alright.” She grew a devilish smile. “But as we’re here alone…”
He didn’t even notice the red eyes fade to purple as she stood on her tiptoes to kiss him. All he thought was that Seras was just being surprising. He didn’t know there were another pair of eyes on him.
The real Seras looked on in horror as she saw her vampiric fiancé holding and kissing the succubus closely. In an instant she was on them, shooting at the she-beast, breaking her illusionary hold on the elder vampire.
He shook his head and looked down. He shoved back at what he saw in disgust, snarling. “How dare you take the image of her!”
The succubus only laughed and faded out into the night, though her voice remained. “And so, your happiness ends. Seek me out, if things do not work.” And then, all traces of the beast were gone.
Body now producing ice cold sweat, he turned to Seras, who had tears flowing out her eyes. “Seras, you can’t… I didn’t-”
She shot at him through the shoulder; the same shoulder she shot when they met the very first time. “You never meant any of it.”
“Seras listen to me! It was a trap, she-”
“SAVE IT!” Seras snapped at him. “I want nothing more to do with you. You can shove your ideas straight up your ass because I don’t want it. Find some other whore.” She faded into her familiar form and left him there as he sank to his knees.
She was gone. And he was alone once more. He felt something wet on his face and touched his gloved hand to it, pulling away to see red. The spell affected her too. Until the succubus died, she would never listen to reason. He clenched his fist and slammed it into the earth with such force he made a hole a foot deep. He would not rest, not return to Hellsing Manor until that bitch had died by his hands for ruining the only good thing that had ever entered his life. For thirty years he had wanted to return to her and only her, and now that he had been so close… Nothing would keep her away.
He shifted to his dog form and sniffed the air, picking up any hints he could. Once on a trail, he followed, set determined in his new goal.
Seras ran through the walls of the manor, not even bothering to teleport to her room, but just sinking through the stone. Once inside her confines, she turned her stereo on to drown out the world and collapsed to her bed, succumbing to her blood tears. The song that the CD turned to wasn’t exactly the best to hear at that point, it being “The Human Stain” by Kamelot, but it said much.
/See the cemetery sky
Carmine red and deep
Watch the oceans rising high
It’s the human stain
Talk about the growing hunger
Ask why with deep concern
Don’t you think
the human race is ceaselessly vain/
“Not just the human race,” she said through her tears. “Vampire race is no better…”
/But it hurts to be alive, my friend
In this silent tide we're driftwood passing by
Don’t you wish you were a child again
Just for a minute
just for a minute more
Hear the ticking of a clock
The sound of life itself
No one really wants to die
To save the world/
‘Or to die to save the one they really love’, she thought. ‘No human is willing, and he certainly would not. I have just gone to being lost. What the hell am I to do?’ She hid her head under the pillow, but the song continued on.
/Tell me that you're torn asunder
From how we fail to learn
And tell me
as the earth goes under
Where’s your anger now
So it hurts to be alive, my friend
In this masquerade where all one day must die
Don’t you wish you were unborn again
Just for a minute
just for a minute more/
‘Being a human would be great again. If I had never met him, I would be married with kids by now. In my early fifties with grandchildren even. Now I’ll never have that…’
/Tic toc
The ticking that could tear asunder
The beating from a heart of stone
The lust of your divine prosperity
'Cause it costs to be alive, my friend
And this life that someone merely gave to you
That's the price you pay
Minute by minute
You beg for a minute more/
‘Given a life that I never regretted while he was gone. That I never regretted when he was my master, not my future husband.’ She slammed a fist into her mattress, hearing it creak in protest. ‘To hell with that walking corpse. I don’t regret walking out on him…’ But she could no longer lie to herself. The last line of the song was true. She broke into a fit of hysterics, the blood pouring from her eyes in never-ending streams. “Alucard I’m so sorry… This is not how I imagined we would end up. I had such high hopes…” Her pillow was now almost fully red. “A few more minutes in that cave… in your arms. That is what I beg for, despite knowing it won’t happen again. A full demon will suit your carnal needs far more than I ever will.”
They sat behind the thick brush, staring out into the village, waiting for a sign of movement. Seras felt her legs loosing feeling but she ignored it, tuning out the discomfort. They didn’t have to wait much longer. The succubus came in view not too long afterward, coaxing a few hypnotized men out of their homes. She was tall, slender, very pale, and had waist-long black hair. Her purple eyes shone in the dark, much like Alucard and Seras’s did. Then again being nocturnal, reflective eyes come hand-in-hand.
/You take the men, I’ll get the source./
/They look normal still./
/Wait and see./
Once far enough away, the men began to change. Their skin bubbled and broke, revealing changes as they reverted to lower classed demons.
/Oh goody…/ She stood out from the brush. “Oi demon whore, over here you bitch!”
The succubus looked well enough, an expression of boredom lining her face. “And who are you, a hurt widow?”
“No, your death.”
This made the bored expression disappear, showing amusement. “Oh? Is that right… Boys, protect your love.” She snapped her fingers and the newly transformed demons snarled, drooling like the mindless zombies they were.
Seras, being the great actress that she was, feigned a scared look. With a great fake squeak, she took off, far away from the village, the zombie demons close on her heels.
/Nicely done Seras…/ Now it’s my turn. Sure that she had taken her kills far enough away, he himself stepped out from the brush.
“So, she was not alone.” The succubus narrowed her eyes.
“No. I nice little actress I have as a wife, don’t I?”
“Oh, that’s a nice tidbit of information.” She crouched into a ready pounce position. “So, what have you interrupted my dinner for? These morons’ souls are quite tasty.”
“They’re going straight to your thighs, my dear,” he grinned, flashing his teeth.
She snarled at him. “How dare you? Who do you think you are?”
“I’d answer, but Seras had already given it to you.” He pointed his Casull at her and fired, though she moved at the last minute, the bullet grazing her as she leapt over his form.
“Wrong move, shooting me,” she said as a purple haze of smoke clouded his vision.
“What is this?” He stood his ground, looking around. “Do you really think this is going to change anything? I can still smell you.” This was a downright lie. The haze clouded everything, but he figured he’d at least try to provoke the she-beast.
“Alucard.”
He flipped around, pointing his guns right at Seras. “Don’t do that, I could have shot you through again. This time it really would’ve killed you.”
She smiled. “The men are disposed of.”
“That was fast work. Did you see the succubus?”
“I thought you were dealing with her.”
“She must have gotten away.” He put away his guns. “We’ll just have to stay another day then.” He caught notice as Seras grabbed her arm. “Seras!” He held her up as she winced.
“Just as scratch, I’m alright.” She grew a devilish smile. “But as we’re here alone…”
He didn’t even notice the red eyes fade to purple as she stood on her tiptoes to kiss him. All he thought was that Seras was just being surprising. He didn’t know there were another pair of eyes on him.
The real Seras looked on in horror as she saw her vampiric fiancé holding and kissing the succubus closely. In an instant she was on them, shooting at the she-beast, breaking her illusionary hold on the elder vampire.
He shook his head and looked down. He shoved back at what he saw in disgust, snarling. “How dare you take the image of her!”
The succubus only laughed and faded out into the night, though her voice remained. “And so, your happiness ends. Seek me out, if things do not work.” And then, all traces of the beast were gone.
Body now producing ice cold sweat, he turned to Seras, who had tears flowing out her eyes. “Seras, you can’t… I didn’t-”
She shot at him through the shoulder; the same shoulder she shot when they met the very first time. “You never meant any of it.”
“Seras listen to me! It was a trap, she-”
“SAVE IT!” Seras snapped at him. “I want nothing more to do with you. You can shove your ideas straight up your ass because I don’t want it. Find some other whore.” She faded into her familiar form and left him there as he sank to his knees.
She was gone. And he was alone once more. He felt something wet on his face and touched his gloved hand to it, pulling away to see red. The spell affected her too. Until the succubus died, she would never listen to reason. He clenched his fist and slammed it into the earth with such force he made a hole a foot deep. He would not rest, not return to Hellsing Manor until that bitch had died by his hands for ruining the only good thing that had ever entered his life. For thirty years he had wanted to return to her and only her, and now that he had been so close… Nothing would keep her away.
He shifted to his dog form and sniffed the air, picking up any hints he could. Once on a trail, he followed, set determined in his new goal.
Seras ran through the walls of the manor, not even bothering to teleport to her room, but just sinking through the stone. Once inside her confines, she turned her stereo on to drown out the world and collapsed to her bed, succumbing to her blood tears. The song that the CD turned to wasn’t exactly the best to hear at that point, it being “The Human Stain” by Kamelot, but it said much.
/See the cemetery sky
Carmine red and deep
Watch the oceans rising high
It’s the human stain
Talk about the growing hunger
Ask why with deep concern
Don’t you think
the human race is ceaselessly vain/
“Not just the human race,” she said through her tears. “Vampire race is no better…”
/But it hurts to be alive, my friend
In this silent tide we're driftwood passing by
Don’t you wish you were a child again
Just for a minute
just for a minute more
Hear the ticking of a clock
The sound of life itself
No one really wants to die
To save the world/
‘Or to die to save the one they really love’, she thought. ‘No human is willing, and he certainly would not. I have just gone to being lost. What the hell am I to do?’ She hid her head under the pillow, but the song continued on.
/Tell me that you're torn asunder
From how we fail to learn
And tell me
as the earth goes under
Where’s your anger now
So it hurts to be alive, my friend
In this masquerade where all one day must die
Don’t you wish you were unborn again
Just for a minute
just for a minute more/
‘Being a human would be great again. If I had never met him, I would be married with kids by now. In my early fifties with grandchildren even. Now I’ll never have that…’
/Tic toc
The ticking that could tear asunder
The beating from a heart of stone
The lust of your divine prosperity
'Cause it costs to be alive, my friend
And this life that someone merely gave to you
That's the price you pay
Minute by minute
You beg for a minute more/
‘Given a life that I never regretted while he was gone. That I never regretted when he was my master, not my future husband.’ She slammed a fist into her mattress, hearing it creak in protest. ‘To hell with that walking corpse. I don’t regret walking out on him…’ But she could no longer lie to herself. The last line of the song was true. She broke into a fit of hysterics, the blood pouring from her eyes in never-ending streams. “Alucard I’m so sorry… This is not how I imagined we would end up. I had such high hopes…” Her pillow was now almost fully red. “A few more minutes in that cave… in your arms. That is what I beg for, despite knowing it won’t happen again. A full demon will suit your carnal needs far more than I ever will.”