Dark Music

Disclaimer and AN at the end, if you must read them.

Dark Music.

Base pumped throughout the small club as low-set red lights lit up the single female occupant of the stage. Who happened to be chained to her chair. With her head back and her shoulders slumped, the observer knew that if her wrists and ankles hadn\'t been secured to the arms and legs of the sturdy chair, she wouldn\'t be on the metal eyesore.
\"Can you feel that?\"
The words flowed through the speakers, intertwining with the drums and guitars. The girl\'s mouth had barely moved when she uttered the words to the microphone she had hooked over her right ear.
\"Ah... shit!\"
The body gained slight life, moving a little as she seemingly recognized her predicament.
Her body suddenly wound tight - her head snapped up as an odd cackle emerged from her throat as the music background intensified.
\"Ooh... Wa ahahah!\"
The lights were up now, dancing red and white across the female\'s form. Her blood-red eyes wide open now, glaring at the crowd. Her limbs tugging at their bonds in tandum with the intense beats pumping through the very floor.
The harsh laugh was torn from her throat again - followed, in tune, by three sets of demonic-sounding \"Ohh! Oh!\"s.
Body starting to writhe, the girl afixed her crimson stare upon the closest members of the throbbing crowd, accusing them of sticking her up there on that chair and tying her down.
The music settled it\'s primal rhythm, but only a little. And the girl, taking her cue, started the song.
\"Drowning deep in my sea of loathing
Broken your servant I kneel\"
The girl writhed on her seat, seemingly trying to slide down it. She only succeeded in arching her back in an amazing cresent and force-feeding the crowd a lovely view of her ample bosom.
Her voice, now deep and angry asked the crowd, \"Will you give in to me?\"
Her glare darkened enough to make some of the frontlines shy away. Then they remembered - she was tied down. She couldn\'t get up. Her vocals rose a bit as she continued the lyrics.
\"It seems what\'s left of my human side
Is slowly changing in me\"
She renewed her valient struggle against her bonds.\"Will you give in to me?\"
\"Looking at my own reflection
When suddenly it changes!\"
She thrashed wildly against the bonds.
\"Violently it changes -- Oow!
There is no turning back now
You\'ve woken up the demon... in me!\"
Fangs flashing, the girl pulled against her bonds with all the might her graceful limbs could muster. The muscles beneath her black turtleneck tensed, her arms - visible through the slashed full sleeves - flexed mightily.
\"Get up, come on get down with the sickness!\"

~*~

In that same club, in a corner near the back to be precise, an already black wall swirled with unseen shadows. The red eyes appeared first, then came the pale skin and fanged grin. After that followed unruly night-black hair and a floor-length red coat that covered a old-fashioned suit-clad lean frame. A white-gloved hand brushed a stray hair from the man\'s crimson gaze as he sidled up to a vacant table near-by.
He signalled a familiar waitress and requested a bloody mary - O positive. The waitress flashed the No-Life King a toothy grin before she hurried off to complete his order.
Alucard pulled his crimson gaze back to the stage where the girl was just tearing her right arm free from its restraints half-way through the first chorus. This was unexpected.
He thanked the waitress without removing his eyes from the writhing chair-woman. \'Very... unexpected...\' He subconciously started an upward moving scan of the full-figured creature on stage.
He took in the platforms of her boots first, them being a good four inches thick in the toe. Then to the improvised technical steel-toed aspected of the boots. Plates of steel had been literally bolting into the toes of the boots. The man winced - his keen eyes picking up unnoticable traces of blood on the sharp edges of the metal. \'I pity the poor bastard...\' He didn\'t finish his thought...
Continuing the path of his eyes, Alucard took in the rest of the boots. Red laces and black leather traveling up the girls calves to just below her knees. Into the montrous boots were tucked a baggy pair of deep red pants. Not much of the material could be seen across her thighs, though. She had belts strapping the fabric against her skin practically up to her hips. After the belt that actually seemed to be holding the pants up, there was an expanse of creamy skin with only one disruption. A black skull navel ring. Alucard clucked his tongue. \'I never knew you had it in you...\'
The fleshy band was cut off at rib-cage level by a black turtleneck shirt that left all the skin of her chest covered - though proudly displayed. Her sleeves, however, showcased her arms through slashes down the billowing fabric from her shoulder to the her wrists where the shirt again latched on with a half-inch cuff.
Up from there was her sparcly decorated face. She didn\'t need make-up for her already pristine pale complexion, thanks to her race and all. The only adornments on her features where a splash of red across her lips and black mascara and liner to bring out her gorgeously shaped crimson orbs. To top it off were her unruly, semi-spikey titan locks that glowed orange-red in the flashing lights.
She had finally worked herself completely free of the chair and kicked it behind her at the beginning of the last repetition of the second chorus. Alucard cocked his head to the side as he watched her provocative movements across the stage. \'Damn, police girl. I never knew you had it in you.\'
The song finished abruptly with the woman facing away from the cheering crowd, her position giving the unsuspecting Nosferatu a eyeful of the symbolic tattoo on her lower back. Alucard\'s eyebrows shot up at the image it called into his mind. It was the fangs, ne, the whole sharp grin of a vampire. \'I really never knew...\'

~*~

This was the best and worst part of any performance, the girl believed. Turning around and seeing the reaction of the crowd. Balling up her courage, she spun on a boot heel and faced her judges. The connection of the enthralled faces to the buzzing in the back of her mind brought the girl down from her singer\'s-high. The cheering could have deafened her if she wasn\'t already half-deaf from the music her voice had joined just a few moments earlier.
If it was possible, her wide grin would have cracked her face in two. She then caught her senses and bowed to the writhing onlookers. As she came up her smile almost faltered as her eyes connected with another set of crimson orbs across the room and over the crowd. He smirked at her across the room as a word came unbidden to her thoughts. \'Master...\'
His smirk became a grin as the world sharpened back into focus and Seras came back to bow to the crowd again. Her master raised his drink to her in a toast. Even from this far away she could smell the blood mixed in. She spun back to get into position for her next song. Back again facing the crowd as music blasted from the speakers once more.
She sang over her shoulder at first, then turned to face the crowd and her master. \'I\'m never going to live this down... Huff... Well, Master Alucard, eat your undead heart out!\'
\"Bring the violence
It\'s significant.
To the life
If you\'ve ever known anyone.
Bring the violence
It\'s significant
To the life
Can you feel it?
Ow ow! OW!\"

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Whew. That took a bit. I might write more... might. If I get some reviews. Come on, don\'t look at me like that. You know you want to.

Disclaimer: Hellsing and it\'s characters do not, I repeat, do not belong to me. Though I wouldn\'t mind filling Seras\'s shoes in some of those other A/S fics. =evil grin=
The songs do not belong to me either, though they are awesome. I send all my bows to the awesome group Disturbed. The first song is Down with the Sickness, and the second is Violence Fetish.

Hope you enjoyed! ^-^!