Into the Rabbit Hole

Into the Rabbit Hole
a wannabe what the hell is going on plot filler brought to you by Queen Creepy
Part IV of ‘Betrayal of the Innocent’

Summary: Anderson’s dream after his bloody encounter with Alucard.

Rating: Um…hard R, soft NC-17. Some porn, more…what the fuck excuse for a plot.

Dedicate: To Fake, to sheero (you emailed me, bubi), to Purity Aligheri, and to all the Hellsing fans who’ve waited for me to finally get off my ass and write some more…the bitch is back, kids.

Notes: Sound the alarms! I’m back!

Anderson : -wakes up- What did I miss?

Queen Creepy: Hell freezing over, actually. I updated BotI.

Anderson: … -blinks- … -dives and hides in a fallout shelter- It’s the coming of the second apocalypse! I’m ready messiah!

Queen Creepy: …Okee. Anyways, sorry it took me so long…don’t kick my ass, please? I finished finally, thanks to Fake, Purity, and sheero…-pets them.- Ah, smesky people. QC likes emails.

Anyways, kids, we’ve got one more smutty plot conclusion thing coming up, and then I’ll rewrite Drowning with the Devil, and then upload the entire series in one crunchy, read in one shot packet. I’ve also got a PWP in the works that ought to come soonly…I promise. This ain’t beta’d too much…other than Word’s Spellcheck. I can’t be bothered to bug Fake, who doesn’t like her computer anymore…-prod- I’ll probably read this to her over the phone. Murr.

Things:
Number of Words: 2,025
Hours Worked On: You don’t wanna know.
Soundtrack for this Story: Steal This Album! - System of Down
Believe - Disturbed
Mezmerize - System of a Down
Die Trying - Die Trying
Nymphetamine - Cradle of Filth

Miniature Contest Thing:

Alright, as a new thing (and an attempt to make people read my crappy notes), I’ll put some song lyrics up. You identify the artist and the song, leave your email (and are the first to do this), and I’ll write a PWP of your choice.

This session’s lyrics:

“Once upon, and once up high
A dandy dream, what means to die?
Things to come, as life goes by
The core of human equation”

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I had fallen straight into my idealistic hell.

I was gliding, in my dream. My reality? I didn\'t...I don\'t know. Where was I? A moment ago, I was in some sort of white sky; I was free, wind shifting under my wings. Wings. White, pure appendages, stretching apart as they propelled me onwards, higher, and higher, up towards the sun...the folly of Icarus surfaced eons too late. The wax of my false freedom dripped away from the brittle joints as I went shooting like a comet, impacting with the surface of hell itself.

I was bleeding. I think. My blood? My neck bent ungracefully as I peered at the pallid betrayers, eyes going wide. Such a crimson flow, the river Styx of blood pouring out of my back, ebbing away from me and carrying the shards of my false wings away. Eyes peered at me from all directions; scavengers waiting to swoop down and pick at my flesh, cutting and splitting me like a cake for their vice filled party.

A priest\'s hell. A monster\'s heaven.

I knew I couldn\'t remain here for much longer before the cowards would begin to rip me apart, so painfully I rose, staggering to my feet. My body screamed, protesting its\' cruel treatment as I began to limp forward. There was a doorway, illuminated, and yet revealing nothing, like the light barely pierced the darkness inside. Something drew me, compelling me forwards and onwards. Like a lamb, I followed, stepping through the portal and into blackness, feeling as if I had just plunged into an frigid ocean. My limbs felt numb, and yet onwards I stumbled.

I would not be conquered by darkness. Not now. Not ever.

\'Not again, you mean.\'

A voice hissed in my mind, and I snarled, stubbornly pulling myself along, leaning heavily on the ice-stone wall beside me. I let out a breath, watching the white mist curl in front of my face; oddly visible among the ink ocean I was wading through. I had to get out of this hall. I was immersed in nothingness, and yet I felt an invisible noose tightening around my throat, cutting off my air and making my lungs explode. Or were they freezing? With a strangled gasp, I dug my fingers into the wall and trudged on.

I wasn\'t sure how long I was in the blackness, but the light came unexpectedly to me. I squinted, the glare of a harsh white coruscation burning my eyes. Where the brightness came from, I wasn\'t sure. The room I now stood at the brink of, partially still in the doorway, was a high domed placed, made of earthy red rock. The floor was black, as if smeared by soot that eventually faded away, leaving the dome above a rich crimson color. There was not a place for the light to have a source; it just seemed to come from everywhere all at once.

I was so taken by the room that I never noticed the sole occupant other than myself. Stepping in, dragged forward by that same unseen force as before, I continued to take in the scenery until I caught the main actor. A rage boiled in my heart, as well as a terror. The portal behind me was no more, the wall seamlessly covered as if there had never been an entrance to this burial chamber.

The Nosferatu merely smirked at me from his throne. He rested upon a dais, slouched to the side with an arm propped by the chair, chin resting on his white gloved knuckled. He was the same as ever, minus his hat, his coat, and his glasses. I resisted the urge to squirm, refusing to let the monster see my control crumble any more than he already had. He had his vision locked on my form, his fiery irises laughing at me. I felt like a moth under the exam of a collector as his pin neared my gut. A soft growl bubbled from my throat. I would not be helpless before that damnable perversion.

\"Hello, my lovely.\" His voice was low, and seemingly sweet, making my flesh crawl and causing me to tighten my fists. Those eyes never blinked, following my every move, and I watched the corners of his lips twitch up, as if amused by my discomfort. He probably was, the perverted bastard. \"How I\'ve missed you, Father Alexander Anderson.\" With that he rose, and I saw his throne in a full light for the first time.

It was made of bones. I could see the start and stop of several shattered bodies, and a part of me wanted to flee the perversion of those twisted souls, but the rest of me wanted to reduce it to dust; free those poor bodies from being a chair for that damnable Nosferatu. He smirked again, inky streaks of hair falling into his pallid face. My lips pulled back in a snarl. \"You monstrous bastard...\" A soft and sadistic chuckled poured from his throat as he ran a hand over the line of skulls where a headrest would be on a normal chair of that size, white fingers curling around one petite decoration and shattering it with a clench of his hand. \"Monster...\" Nothing else came to my mind, and I longed for my bayonets more than ever.

\"Perhaps you are the monster, Alexander, for this is your world...\" He chuckled, one slim eyebrow sliding up his forehead. \"You are the one that makes this place turn...you are the one who has created your own hell.\" I snarled. This warped vision of a world could not be mine. He had done something earlier, with his lustful murmurings, and I started towards him, determined to rip him apart with my bare hands. That\'s when I noticed the resistance around my ankles, and starting up my knees. I looked down.

I was walking in blood. The thick crimson liquid seemed to pour from nowhere, slowly but surely swallowing up my body. There was no high ground in this dome other than the dais, but before I could force the motion through my limbs, I was frozen in place, the burgundy ocean freezing around my wrists, holding me in place with an unnatural effort. I struggled, thrashing and jerking, and yet nothing moved. Except for him.

The monster rose gracefully, slinking towards me like a wolf stalking prey caught in a bear trap, a smirk baring the tips of his pointed canines as he dropped into an effortless crouch in front of me, propping his elbows on his knees, analyzing me with an amused gaze that infuriated me. The bastard was relishing in my seeming helplessness, and it lit me into a fury I can\'t begin to describe as I thrashed, cursing him and damning him to the deepest pits of hell. The Nosferatu\'s expression changed; his smirk widened as his eyes narrowed, and he slid forward onto his knees, claiming my mouth with his. Now, don\'t underestimate that description and believe that soft, enchanting music wafted through the background as he leaned close and kissed me like two lovers might in their afterglow. His fangs cut and his tongue plundered, but I could give as good as I got. I bit his tongue every time I could separate his from mine, snarling and thrashing, trying to push away the unwanted attention. He merely laughed and enjoyed what I supposed he perceived as a game. Perverted freak.

\"Now now, Father Anderson...are you this rough with your alter boys?\" I gave a low snarl, and he returned with an insane smirk. He was groping for a sensitive spot; something to drive me out of my mind with rage. Silently, I seethed, but I refused to give him the pleasure of manipulating me in such a way. I was not his little marionette, dancing about on strings as he pleased. The Nosferatu\'s smirk didn\'t lessen a bit, but his eyes seemed to narrow just slightly, and I resisted my own urge to grin. I wouldn\'t give in to his heckling, and it pissed him off, having his fun cut off by an unwilling participant who was just as steadfast in will as he was. Alucard leaned close again, dipping down to nibble on my neck, a bare palm closing over my eyes.

/Flesh moving against flesh, a strangled gasp as the black-haired monster captured a bronze nipple between his lips, suckling as a palm trailed lower over the tanned flesh below him. Digits creeping into parted fabric, curling around the shaft of a weeping erection, giving a leisurely pump as that heated mouth mapped its\' way downward, easing the pants down to the knees and wrapping themselves around the crown. Another low moan as crimson eyes glanced upwards, sinking lower, peering up like a whore.../

I gasped and shook my head, trying to dislodge his hand frantically, baring my teeth and snarling, ignoring the gleeful insanity in his expression. He purred, leaning close to my ear, trailing his tongue over the shell before pressing his lips to it, whispering quietly. \"So, Paladin...why do you resist me? You know you want it...you want me. And yet, you fight like a bird with hands clasped around its\' breast...the game is some of the best fun I\'ve had in a long time, and yet I tire of the same tango every moonlit evening. So why don\'t you give in, hm? Just admit that you\'re infatuated with me, even though your religion would curse you for thousands of reasons.\" Infatuation...he didn\'t want that confession from me. I knew what he meant, and my eyes narrowed, teeth clenching.

He wanted me to say I loved him. And yet I had no feelings of the sort...I hated the monster, the greatest of my foes ever faced, one of the largest perversions against my sacred god. I hated him. And yet, my mind whispered, how thin and frail is the line between love and hate? Is it thin enough that you don\'t truly know what you feel about the No Life King? I seethed as he chuckled, fingers trailing over my chest, wrapping almost delicately around my cross. \"Go to hell.\"

\"Ah, but we\'re already there, Father.\" He chortled again, blowing a little puff of unneeded air into my ear as he rose, seemingly leading with his back, letting his head fall as he slunk backwards with a serpentine grace, raising his head to watch me with a smirk as he ascended upon his dais like some sort of demonic angel raising to worship his god in this blood-clogged mockery of heaven. Alucard sunk onto the throne like a great cat, draping one leg over a grizzly arm, smirking at me. \"You will be mine, Alexander...\" I sneered, and started to snarl a reply, when I fell forward, straining against a no longer frozen prison, dropping into the blood. \"Goodnight, don\'t squeeze the little boys too tight...\"

I stood as the blood rose, and I was drifting, drowning, struggling as images assaulted my mind; flesh and sweat, Alucard stabbing into me from behind, Alucard\'s head slamming into the wall as I fucked him brutally...I parted my lips to release a scream.

And that\'s when I woke up, drenched in sweat and trembling, giving a wild look around the empty hotel room. The sheets on the other bed had turned a sickly burgundy, and I gave a pained moan, wiping my eyes with a sweaty palm. All a dream. All a sadistic, blood filled dream...a vampire\'s paradise. I stood, forcing myself to find my clothes, pulling the ripped and tattered cloth on, buttoning my coat tight around myself. I needed to leave Britain. I was at a loss of how to handle Alucard, but I would never tell anyone...never. Not until my dying day...well, perhaps one person. As I ambled out the door, I kept my head bowed, giving a soft, impromptu prayer under my breath, trying to still my beating heart.

I had to deal with this...situation.

And I needed to do it immediately, before I fell too much deeper into the rabbit hole.

--end.

Queen Creepy: Please review? Please?

Anderson: Holy Mary, mother of God, pray for us sinners, now and in the hour of our death, Amen. Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name…

Queen Creepy: …go to hell.