Suffer The Little Children

Disclaimer: Contains some element of child bullying, extreme gore, and language.

The wet cloth make a slusshy-like noise as it dropped from Seras's fingers and onto the linuleom floor. She screamed even louder as the ghoul looked up from its feast and stared at its next meal. The ghoul moaned sickly as it crawled off Sister Moira's dead body and stalked over feral-like to the fear-striken vampire nun.

"A-A-A child,"she gasped,"that means another one...from the vampire...and yet...how?"

There was still distance between the ghoul and Seras but not enough for the vampire nun to make a break for it and head towards the door, for the ghoul lunged straight towards her closing in space nearer, nearer, and nearer. Until her mouth dripping with blood and gore barely reached Sera's face. Claws as dry as Autumn leaves lighly touched the sides of Seras's face as it as about to latch onto its victim and tear into her throat.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh-"

Just then, before Seras could take another unliving breath the ghoul child stopped in midair and exploded into a pile of dust. The ashy body scattered to the ground before Seras's eyes; she leaned agains the wall and placed her hand over her chest to console herself with her eyes closed blocking out the ghastly stare of Sister Moira's decaptitated head. Footsteps filled her ears followed by the soft thracking of a blade stabbing into a mound of bones and flesh. When her eyes opened she saw Father Anderson standing in front of her with one blade stuck in between the cracks of the floor amongst a pile of dust and maggots while the other blade was in his hands impaling the head of Sister Moira. He raised it up to Sera's face level no doubt to make sure that the vampire nun could see it even better to her disgust. More blood and chunks of brain fell from the bottomless neck and stained his boots. Poor Seras nearly threw up seeing that the blood was dripping off the splintered neck bone and spinal cord that was waving in the breeze like streamers on a parade float.


It reminded her of the pulpy raseberries that Sister Lillie mixed around the seive that morning.

"And here I thought they trained you to fight ghouls," he snickered but his face quickly turning serious once he laid eyes on the ghoul's ashes; his voice became austern,"that was Michelle, she came here to us only yesterday, what happened?"

"You know what happened," shook Seras,"she came at me after killing Sister Moira, its a good thing the head came off when it did, or else we would be dealing with a second ghoul on our hands!"

"Keep your voice down draculina," he hissed,"there are people outside the door that heard your screams, I could have came sooner had I not have to get through the traffic of bodies, and don't be stupid, ghouls can't create other ghouls they have not the compacity, only the vampire can do that. Don't you know anything?"

Seras bit her bottom lip which broke skin and sprayed blood down her chin, she stared once again at the brain chunks and blood spilling down his cassock and onto his shoes, and wiped the blood from her chin with her sleeve. It was harder now to ignore the presence of the mess now seeing how the sound that the bio-organic chunky mess made hitting the floorboards were echoing off the walls of the large infirmery. Not to mention the rancid smell hit her extra sensitive vampire nostrils.

She stared up at Father Anderson again this time more defiantely narrowing her eyes away from the blood and grim on his cassock plus his cold psychotic glare.


"Where is Sister Lillie?" asked Seras,"did you see her outside the door with the others when all this was happening?"

"No," he said,"why, what are you implying?"

"We need to talk," she said,"privately, in your office, its a matter regarding this case."

"Really?" he grinned wildly,"and what does bonnie draculina have to tell me?"

"That I know who it is." answered Seras boldy.

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It didn't make any sense...

Alucard knew he had to refrain from idle thinking during the investigation, but there were so many questions after what he saw hiding in that nun's closet. Who was she? And how did she managed to come across that same white petticoat like the woman in his dreams had?

Could they really be the same person and if so how?

It was afternoon, but the cloudy sky covered up the sun so Alucard could not be bothered by its rays. He perched on the slant of the roof that overlooked the playground where the children were playing games that he was oblivious to understanding. One girl was gripping the ends of some kind of colorful rope in both her hands and jumping up and down the middle of it. As repetitive as it looked to Alucard it seemed to amuse the girl. In the middle children were flickering marbles in some circle outlined in the cement ground. Once again a silly thing to Alucard that made sense to the orphans. It was the kind of thing that Seras could translate to him, the same way that he translated certain vampire customs to her. A while ago, he had heard her scream and sensed a weak ghoul (probably another one of those children whose daddies liked them a little bit more than they should have) yet he didn't make a move; later smelling the scotsmen human musk he theorized that Anderson had take care of the creature. It wasn't as if he didn't care to save Seras. He believed that she needed to get to that phase in her devolpment where she didn't always needed to have her master coming in and saving her every second. It would make her self-dependent and a better fighter.

Call it tough love, he decided, but fair.

Just then he heard someone screaming and the cruel taunts of laughing, he gazed back down at the children and saw a pack of older boys pushing a shorter scrawnier kid with jet-black hair back and forth. The dark-haired boy was trying to fight back but his opponents blocked his half-hearted punches and threw him back down to the ground. It wasn't long before all the other children started circling around the commotion predicting some sort of fight out of it. Alucard never liked to play himself off as a hero, but all those children in one area so close together, if he was to leap down there it was a stampede waiting to happen. He crawled down the side of the building on his hands and feet like a lizard scaling a stonewall until he reached the cool dry cement and walked over to the circle of orphans very slowly. The train of his coat dragging behind him like a flow of blood following him. The No Life King had no need to call attention to the children. They noticed him right away as a prickling sensation on the back of thier necks craned thier heads to see him and one by one they all took a step back giving him a open path to the ruffians tormenting thier victim. Once he edged closer to them, he locked eyes on the dark-haired boy and spoke in a deep frightening voice.

"Well now," he noted,"are you boys doing a reactment of "The Good Samaritan" or are you just trying to steal his lunch money?"

The lead boy with sandy blond hair looked up and made a hand signal for his lackies to stop. He fully turned around and crossed his arms over his chest staring straight up into the face of the vampire. He arched his neck to get a better view of the tall man. The boy James was a bully around the orphanage and prided himself as being tougher than anyone else. His short-fuse and violent temper however made him not only a nightmare with the other parishoners but a hell to adopt. Because soon after he was returned back to Ferdinant's Luke.

"And who are you," the bully sneered,"you look too wierd to be one of the faggots working here."

"A 'faggot'," Alucard muttered to himself, after a second of awakard silence he broke into a fit of raw laughter,"never have I had a urchin call me such a amusing names, I have been insulted by every word but never has the term 'faggot' ever been used on me, do I look like a plank of wood to you boy?Haha haha, you are quite funny, and funny looking if I might add."

A hushed silence that fell a minute ago was broken by the undeniable sounds of "ohhhs" and "awws" by the onlookers. Behind him one girl whispered to her friend that "James is going to get it!" Such immaturity, he snickered, and to think that they say that children are the future!? James uncrossed his arms and clenched his fists growling up at Alucard. Despite the man's tall structure and sharply chistled face (that he sworn most of the female young in the group were swooning over) the boy did not back down like he should have done. But rather ran towards Alucard in a attempt to hit him in the leg and knock him down. A gloved hand with red etchings swooped down and picked the boy up by the collar of his shirt and lifted him four feet off the ground to Alucard's eye level.

"Hey!" screamed James,"put me down or I will give you a black eye!"

A row of sharp teeth with two in the front longer than the other was all James got as a reply from Alucard.

James's lackies saw the shark smile on the vampire and ran away from the dark-haired boy. While the other children gasped and clutched each other in fear. James stared transfixed on Alucard's canine teeth. Shaking with cold sweat pouring down his face. He closed his eyes tightly. Awaiting the envitable devouring from this man that was not even a man. But a monster.

Was this it? James thought, was this the vampire that attacked those other children...will I be next!?!

Oh I have something planned far worse for you barbarien child, he heard a dark voice in his head say, open your eyes and look down...

The child opened his eyes and looked down at his feet. Instead of what he dreaded would happen and see that his feet were eaten off, he noticed a dark wet spot around the area of his crotch on his jeans. It felt warm and tingled all the way down his legs. Suddenly, the rest of the children along with his victim, his lackies, everyone around the ages of six to ten laughed like they have never laughed before. All except the vampire who lowered James down and released him.

"Oh dear," Alucard said with a false tone of sympathany putting his hand over his heart,"I am afraid you had a accident, such a pity, I guess you still need a diaper I guess."

The children laughed even harder even half of them falling on thier knees guffawing.

James began to tremble, all the children that feared and respected him, were laughing at him! He would never let it down,"You...you..." hot tears sprang to his face as he stared up at Alucard,"I...you..."

The cruel snicker of his minions was enough, he ran underneath Alucard's legs and pushed past the crowd covering his blushing cheeks. As soon as the shamed bully was gone the children clapped at Alucard who revelled in the applaud with a bow. Then he turned to the dark-haired boy and leaned down at him wiping away a bit of blood that had gathered on the side of his mouth with the tip of his thumb.

"WHAT IS GOING ON HERE!?" He heard a woman scream from behind him.

All at once he heard the scatter of little feet running everywhere the moment a feminine shadow fell over his body. He took the dark-haired boy's hand and stood up straight looking over his shoulder to see one of the nuns standing there with her hands on her hips. Her golden-hair was tucked underneath her whipple and her habit covered most of her distinguishing features but by the color of her sparkling blue eyes he knew that the sister standing right there and then. Was the women he spied in the closet putting on the white frilly petticoat.

"Sister Lilllie!" struttered the boy holding Alucard's hand

"Who are you," she demanded,"and what are you doing here, take your hand off Timothy, answer me or I will call the police!"

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"How long has Sister Lillie been here Father Anderson?" Seras asked point blank,"a few days, maybe even a week, you nun is the one we are looking for."

Father Anderson sat at his desk in his office, allowing a few of the other priests to bless the ashed body and take Sister Moira down to the morgue while he and Seras held a private conversation alone to discuss the case. Just as Seras finished her sentence, he let out a moan and ran his fingers through his hair nervously. How could it be possible, he thought, a vampire living under thier own roof all this time?

"That is impossible," he told her,"there is no way that Sister Lillie could be a vampire at all. There would be signs at least."

"That is what I thought at first-before I joined Hellsing my team and I were dispatched to a town called Cheddar where people were disappearing, what I came across was a vampire that lived in the church there and dressed up like a priest. And he seemed perfectly fine enough to nearly turn me into one of his ghouls," explained Seras, sitting across from him,"I don't know how but this Sister Lillie had apparently broken through some barrier where she could work and survive here as a Catholic and a nun at the same time she feeds on other's blood."

"And you know because you are a vampire of course?"

"No, because started to notice things that now are coming together that you people overlooked," she said resentively,"consider what happened in the past couple of days: when one of the children was acting funny or went missing, where was she? And she was the first to find the first victim Samuel Cuthburt. That would place her at the scene of the crime."

"I must doubt you in honesty, she never gave off the vampiric aura," he said,"her eyes are not red and I never seen her fangs no matter how close I have stood next to her during service. She walks about in the daylight. What explaination do you have of that?"

Seras stopped,"I don't know, Master said that there use to be those that could do that-'daywalkers' they were called," she rubbed her chin,"but they are not really vampires, they are dhampirs-half vampire and half mortal. But they can only be in the sun for so much. Yet they can travel about by daylight. However, those are rare, however that dosen't mean that Sister Lillie could be one as well."

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He looked the nun up and down. In his grip he could feel the boy's fingers squirming from his cold touch. But he didn't let go, he loosened the grip, but did not release the child's hand. Something told him to keep the boy nearby. Near him. Sister Lillie stood there like a marble statue, majestic and a bit domineering. Her eyes bore into him just as his did into hers. The child unaware of the stand-off between them began to figet.

"I know who you are sister," he chuckled.

"Yes," she smirked,"and I know who you are as well, or should I say use to be."

"Why have you come to me in my dreams," he asked ruefully,"afraid to face me in person?"

"No, like you I love playing with people's minds," replied the nun,"come along Timothy, leave the man alone while we talk."

"He is fine right where he is."

Lillie's eyes fluttered in a half-close, almost seductively,"Let me take off your glasses," she whispered,"so I can see your eyes."

"No."

"And why not," she chuckled,"shy, you never were before."

"That isn't the reason," he droned,"I just don't feel like it right now."

"I hope the tree didn't hurt you too much." she said,"I wanted it to make you leave not scare you."

"I am not scared of anything."

"You know...Sister Mary...she reminds me of Mina..."

That was when she saw his body tense up. That one name. Was all it took for him to break his stone cold features and make him writhe. He stepped backwards sliding his fingers from Timothy's hands which the boy saw it as a cue to nothing important but to run back into the building and play inside. Now all that was left was Alucard and Sister Lillie standing face to face alone on the playground cement. Lillie's blue eyes lightened up again with a nymphic chuckle as she saw Alucard's reaction to the name of the woman.

"She is so sweet, so caring, but is not afraid to stand against those that harm the weak and helpless," she mentioned taking a step towards him,"I miss her sometimes, and yet I was jealous of all the extra attention you gave her. But now...I will have my friend again...what is Sister Mary's real name?"

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A knock came on Father Anderson's door.

"Come in." he said as Seras looked over her shoulder.

A nun half the age of Seras came in through the door,"There is something going on outside," she said,"Sister Lillie and a strange man in a red coat are-I dont know-but they are just standing there looking at each other."

"Thank you Sister Dahlia," he nodded,"you may go."

As soon as the young nun left he looked back to the vampire fledgling who looked just as shocked as Anderson.

"Master was suppose to be hiding from the others except you and me," said Seras getting out of her seat,"something must be wrong!"

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The closer Sister Lillie came to Alucard's face the louder he hissed and bared his fangs at her. But she came nose-to-nose with him. Close enough that barely a silver of light could pass through thier bodies. She trailed a airy light touch over his belly smiling knowingly. The scent of aromatic spices and herbs wiggled around his nose. Letting out a soft inaubible moan as his chest was being brushed against the molds of her breasts. Now he felt the shame of himself activating down below differently then when he made James the bully wet himself. But his organ was getting harden up all the same from the beautiful scent and presence of this mysterious nun.

"That was wonderful wasn't it?" she asked playfully.

A thin breath of air exhaled through his mouth leaving so words to form in a answer to her heated up question. He couldn't say what he was thinking for his mind was in a drunken fog full of a thin line of inactive stupor in which he couldn't move or speak. The last thing he felt was the silky touch of black wings on his cheekbones being caressed by the form of a single raven hovering near him where Sister Lillie used to be. The raven squawked a few times and flew off into the woods.

He shook his head as if recovering from a trance and noticed that he still had some of Timothy's blood on his thumb he brought it up to his lips and licked it off as invitingly as if it were frosting on a birthday cake.

And to him it tasted just like it.

TBC

Note: I don't condone the use of the word faggot as the boy James would have used on Alucard, but I have heard that is what the original term ("do I look like a plank of wood...?")was used for before the term became to be used as a insult to homosexuals.