Amidst the Cries of the Dying and Unnatural
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Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,635
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11
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Amidst the Cries of the Dying and Unnatural
Amidst the Cries of the Dying and Unnatural
Disclaimer: If I was Kouta Hirano, I’d be publishing my own doujinshi and making a fortune.
This story is something that I’m desperately aching for come volume nine (eight having just been released here in the states). It’s pretty much going to be short and bordering on PWP. It’s merely my choice of the ending to the scene. If anyone has access to the translated manga, PLEASE SHARE!! Considering the events of volume eight, this idea came very suddenly to me from the very last page. I’d also like to take this opportunity to invite you (dear readers) to my Hellsing fan forum, which was born about two days ago.
http://z11.invisionfree.com/The_Birds_of_Hermes
Please join if you like my story(ies)!!!
Memories, unwelcome and brutal, poured through the raven head as quickly as the thorns sliced his flesh. Terrible, sad and maddening visions of life that had once been, and yet, though death seemed so near…
“I hear a voice calling me…
“Oh, huh…
“It’s you.”
Seras Victoria knelt in the blood-soaked dirt at her Master’s side. She had been watching him through his battle with the crazed Vatican priest. At Alucard’s words, Seras smiled. His crimson eyes, still swimming in agony, focused on her face. The smile was different from any Alucard had ever seen cross her lips, including the sheepish grin she had sported when meeting his true form, to which she quipped: “Master… you have a moustache.” Alucard wanted to smile in response to the fetching expression. It carried a glint of darkness. Seras moved her gloved hand slowly to her Master’s cheek. Alucard’s body had been invaded, torn apart, by the thorns that had already claimed Anderson. Seras feared her Master would die… even more shocking to her were the words she had heard him speak. He had asked for death, and had expressed such profound sadness at Anderson’s wish to become a “monster of God.” The very thought made Seras’ insides quiver with disdain.
“Master,” she said, calm but determined, “how was it that I heard you wish for death when I’m only just becoming a part of your life?” Without a warning Seras lifted his gore-spattered head and placed his lips to her neck. “Drink from me, damn you.” Alucard was surprised, and revived, by the annoyance in her voice. He hesitated, wondering what had become of his little police girl in such a short time. He remember fondly how he had known, one arm gone and replaced by swirling matter, and her eyes, perpetually crimson. Yet, she still retained so much of her sheepish innocence…! And now, after acknowledging her existence as a draculina, he was surprised by her hidden attitude. When he didn’t bite, Seras growled and brought his eyes to meet hers. Ferocity burned within her, and he came even more back to himself.
“Drink damn it!” She screeched, placing him closer to her faintly pulsing veins. This time, he chuckled and happily punctured her throat to drink. She moaned faintly, bravado dissipated in the pleasure of his mouth. As he drank, Alucard obtained the memories of her fight with Zorin Blitz, the destruction of the Wild Geese and Hellsing manor, and finally, her ingesting the Captain’s blood. Alucard felt his strength returning to him, and he felt a new fervor burn in his limbs. This girl, this draculina, wanted him to live! Seras pulled her neck away from his tantalizing mouth and sighed as the wound closed. She watched, joy swelling in her ample chest, as the thorns that had engulfed him receded. Alucard was strengthened by her blood and began to rip them out of his own body. His figure melted and reformed without the hampering growths. Enraged and regaining the will to live, he seized a piece of burning debris and set the yellow-lick flames to the dry brambles. The dancing fire ate them steadily and climbed back towards what was no longer a man, nor even a creature with an active consciousness. Fire began to turn Anderson’s relic into ash, and Alucard heard the priest’s words still. Anderson became a fiery maelstrom, the burning bush. He was a catalyst and nothing else. No tears, no heart.
Alucard turned on his former fledgling.
“Why did you call me back from the brink, Seras? I have lived so long, death would be welcome!” He was furious outwardly, and thankful inwardly. Seras did not flinch at his harshness, nor did she blush and recede.
“You didn’t wish to be killed by a monster, as you said. Who am I to let you?” She thrust her face menacingly into his and looked him dead in the eye. “You think I would let you go off into death after you finally accepted me? After I finally completed myself? I understand now, what you meant! Captain Bernadotte’s life inside me has finally given me the strength to stand on my own two feet! And here you are, asking for death!” Seras couldn’t even believe his words, nor could she forget the poignantly bittersweet look his beautiful face had taken when he knew Anderson would become a monster. Alucard paused a moment to take in his seething, brazen sire’s face and then began to laugh.
“My God, Seras! Where has this bold thing been hiding inside of you?” He brushed one gloved hand through her silky hair and wrapped his other arm around her back. She smiled broadly, a gleam of madness in her eye. It felt good to hear her name.
“It’s been in there, Master. It simply took anger to bring it out. I will remember the Captain as long as I contain his spirit.” She quivered, clenching one fist. “All the lives you sent forth from yourself… blood is not just absorbed and assimilated. It adds to the sea of power, growing and swelling, creating immortality. I have only one other life inside me, but I understand it all now. We keep living when they cannot.” She pressed herself deep into his arms. “How can I let you die now, when Sir Integra needs us? And Walter, Walter’s gone. I can feel him somewhere, but he’s lost. Lost himself. Master, we must keep fighting!”
The frenzy of her words sparked a revelation in his mind. An epiphany. His words to Anderson, prior to his insane act with the nail. His memories of Abraham van Helsing. His words to the Queen. Yes, humans WERE something, great and tenacious, but here was a girl that walked the night… but had the same pride, the same drive, and the same desires that she had had as a human. Seras had never lost herself, merely strengthened what she was. Alucard smiled and pressed his mouth onto hers, suddenly flooded with hope that there still existed something he could live for. Seras did not fight the kiss, as she had not fought Pip’s. Yet, there was something markedly different between the two men’s kisses. Pip she had certainly felt something for, the spark had been ignited by his playful good nature and his bawdy, but noble way of thinking. Yet, Alucard’s kiss, rife with warmth and the stern probing of his tongue, sent flames of desire instantaneously crawling all over her body. In the back of her mind, she knew he intended to take her right there in the midst of bodies, wreckage and confusion, damned be the eyes around them. Seras lost control of her arm but was aware of it wrapping itself around his back and under his coat. She returned his kiss with invigorating intensity. His arms sunk almost painfully through her uniform and into her flesh, but she only bit his lip lightly in response. He growled low in his throat and separated their mouths.
“Seras, regenerate your arm. You’re going to need it.” She chuckled, but summoned the swirling masses of near-intangible matter that had replaced her right arm and soon completed her body once more. She clenched and unclenched her hand. Just as always. Alucard wasted no time with modesty and threw her to the ground. Somehow he had miraculously found the one patch of clear ground to press her down on, and they rolled back and forth, molesting each other as they went. Seras gasped with pleasure as Alucard encompassed her breasts and attacked them with his mouth and teeth, leaving no inch of her full bosom unexplored. He centered in and tormented the buds with his tongue as she nibbled his earlobe and down his neck. Even through the fabric of her shirt it was torture. The desperate heat between them grew to levels powerful enough to send a normal person into a dead faint. Alucard used his deft hands to tear open her clothes, exposing every secret part of her to the smoky air. He left a trail of kisses from the top of her ivory throat down between her breasts, over her navel and straight through the golden tuft of hair that crowned the parting of her thighs. Seras’ voice reached the highest soprano’s pitch as she squealed in pleasure. Alucard was driving her fast towards the edge with his tongue, two ungloved fingers probing deep into her wetness. The reaction he was looking for came in bounds, and soon she had become soaked. She moaned and shook lusciously, the sound of her voice absolute music to him. Seras clutched his hair in her rapture, almost steering him to her most sensitive spots. Without warning she began to convulse and he could feel the waves seizing her, driving her into depths of ecstasy she had never experienced before.
Alucard switched his tongue for his fingers and stroked her expertly, forcing her to keep pulsing in her climax until her voice strained too high. Still stroking her bore down on her with another fierce kiss, and Seras at last pulled his hand away from herself and tore impatiently at his clothing. As she was dressed in tatters, the sudden rush of her need proved effective in shredding what clothes he had left, and she sent her small hands exploring his hard, pale chest and beyond. Outlined against the cloth of his pants she could see his stiff length, and she hastened to free it from its prison. Once she loosened it, she was upon him with both hands and her tongue, stroking him almost as expertly as he had been before. He groaned in appreciation, allowing her to do as she pleased. Seras sank him between her coral lips and took his length as far as she could, drawing a delighted breath from him. She rhythmically bobbed up and down, adding flirtatious licks randomly until he could no longer content himself and roughly threw her on her back. Understanding that she must still acknowledge his dominance, she willingly parted her thighs and waited. Their alabaster bodies met, and he slowly sank himself inside her warmth, relishing the tedious inches into her tightness. Seras was breathless with pain and ecstasy. No normal woman could possibly withstand the force of his size, but she was finding it difficult herself. Alucard breathed softly into her ear as he met with the end of her, as deep as he could go. Tears squeezed out of her clenched lids, but he nibbled her neck and thrust softly to ease her pain. Seras felt her discomfort ebb and became wetter with the sensations. She let go of her inhibitions and surrendered to the smouldering lust that burned between them.
Alucard sensed her willingness and stopped holding back. His movements became more intense, faster and harder, and their voices mixed in perfect harmony in their moans. As he pushed himself into her even harder, he fondled her breasts salaciously and she sunk her nails into the dirt. She pressed her hips upward, adding to the delicious angle and the force, sending more chills through both of them. Alucard growled like a beast and brought himself to a kneeling position. Without losing stride or removing himself from her tight walls, he pushed her thighs up, pressing them into her chest, her knees bordering her breasts. This sent her spiraling into further pleasure, causing her to howl from her wide-open mouth. Alucard slammed himself into her, tearing through her flesh with reckless abandon, driving both of them into an insane state of pure lust. She could feel the slightest pain in her stomach and chest every time the end of his hardness met the furthest wall inside her body. Despite that, he was grazing the most mind-numbing place inside her, the rapture from which she was senseless, not even able to form coherent moans. Seras reached out, mindlessly desperate to feel his chest upon her, yet he kept pushing her thighs up and apart, driving himself rapidly in and out until she could bear in no more. She screamed, and at that moment Alucard wrapped her legs around his waist and sunk into her, entangling his lips and tongue with hers while their continued to meld in encompassing passion.
Seras felt wildly charged, and raked her nails down his back. She knew by the smell that she had drawn some blood, and she brought her fingers to her mouth and licked every dark drop from them. Alucard shivered in pleasure, and felt the scratches close. In the back of his mind he could feel the impatient Integra’s thoughts, wondering where he was.
“One moment, my Master.” Alucard eased his fervor and slowly thrust into Seras' warm, aching flesh. He wanted to savor his climax and bring her to another. He reached between her thighs and stroked the small bead of skin that caused her so much rapture. She could feel the molten heat mounting inside of her again as Alucard stroked her within and without, and she could hear his tempered breathing in between her own as he neared his release. She climbed the slope of her orgasm and descended rapidly into the shuddering bliss. The the feeling of her walls convulsing added to his pleasure. He orgasmed, sending spurts of hot liquid into her body. He channeled the last of his carnal fires and infected her with them. When they had both ridden the last of their climaxes they collapsed, panting and kissing, into each other’s arms. Alucard dragged himself and Seras to their feet. In moments they regenerated their clothes.
“Sir Integra is becoming impatient with our absence, my pet. We’ll continue this later… and hopefully for a good long time.” Alucard smiled wickedly and he and Seras flew off towards his Master. Seras nuzzled his chest along the way, satisfied, weak-kneed, and happy. War was a hard thing when there was nothing worth fighting for. Now that she’d found a selfish reason to keep going, she could keep going. The battlefield was not so daunting as long as she could be by his side.
Disclaimer: If I was Kouta Hirano, I’d be publishing my own doujinshi and making a fortune.
This story is something that I’m desperately aching for come volume nine (eight having just been released here in the states). It’s pretty much going to be short and bordering on PWP. It’s merely my choice of the ending to the scene. If anyone has access to the translated manga, PLEASE SHARE!! Considering the events of volume eight, this idea came very suddenly to me from the very last page. I’d also like to take this opportunity to invite you (dear readers) to my Hellsing fan forum, which was born about two days ago.
http://z11.invisionfree.com/The_Birds_of_Hermes
Please join if you like my story(ies)!!!
Memories, unwelcome and brutal, poured through the raven head as quickly as the thorns sliced his flesh. Terrible, sad and maddening visions of life that had once been, and yet, though death seemed so near…
“I hear a voice calling me…
“Oh, huh…
“It’s you.”
Seras Victoria knelt in the blood-soaked dirt at her Master’s side. She had been watching him through his battle with the crazed Vatican priest. At Alucard’s words, Seras smiled. His crimson eyes, still swimming in agony, focused on her face. The smile was different from any Alucard had ever seen cross her lips, including the sheepish grin she had sported when meeting his true form, to which she quipped: “Master… you have a moustache.” Alucard wanted to smile in response to the fetching expression. It carried a glint of darkness. Seras moved her gloved hand slowly to her Master’s cheek. Alucard’s body had been invaded, torn apart, by the thorns that had already claimed Anderson. Seras feared her Master would die… even more shocking to her were the words she had heard him speak. He had asked for death, and had expressed such profound sadness at Anderson’s wish to become a “monster of God.” The very thought made Seras’ insides quiver with disdain.
“Master,” she said, calm but determined, “how was it that I heard you wish for death when I’m only just becoming a part of your life?” Without a warning Seras lifted his gore-spattered head and placed his lips to her neck. “Drink from me, damn you.” Alucard was surprised, and revived, by the annoyance in her voice. He hesitated, wondering what had become of his little police girl in such a short time. He remember fondly how he had known, one arm gone and replaced by swirling matter, and her eyes, perpetually crimson. Yet, she still retained so much of her sheepish innocence…! And now, after acknowledging her existence as a draculina, he was surprised by her hidden attitude. When he didn’t bite, Seras growled and brought his eyes to meet hers. Ferocity burned within her, and he came even more back to himself.
“Drink damn it!” She screeched, placing him closer to her faintly pulsing veins. This time, he chuckled and happily punctured her throat to drink. She moaned faintly, bravado dissipated in the pleasure of his mouth. As he drank, Alucard obtained the memories of her fight with Zorin Blitz, the destruction of the Wild Geese and Hellsing manor, and finally, her ingesting the Captain’s blood. Alucard felt his strength returning to him, and he felt a new fervor burn in his limbs. This girl, this draculina, wanted him to live! Seras pulled her neck away from his tantalizing mouth and sighed as the wound closed. She watched, joy swelling in her ample chest, as the thorns that had engulfed him receded. Alucard was strengthened by her blood and began to rip them out of his own body. His figure melted and reformed without the hampering growths. Enraged and regaining the will to live, he seized a piece of burning debris and set the yellow-lick flames to the dry brambles. The dancing fire ate them steadily and climbed back towards what was no longer a man, nor even a creature with an active consciousness. Fire began to turn Anderson’s relic into ash, and Alucard heard the priest’s words still. Anderson became a fiery maelstrom, the burning bush. He was a catalyst and nothing else. No tears, no heart.
Alucard turned on his former fledgling.
“Why did you call me back from the brink, Seras? I have lived so long, death would be welcome!” He was furious outwardly, and thankful inwardly. Seras did not flinch at his harshness, nor did she blush and recede.
“You didn’t wish to be killed by a monster, as you said. Who am I to let you?” She thrust her face menacingly into his and looked him dead in the eye. “You think I would let you go off into death after you finally accepted me? After I finally completed myself? I understand now, what you meant! Captain Bernadotte’s life inside me has finally given me the strength to stand on my own two feet! And here you are, asking for death!” Seras couldn’t even believe his words, nor could she forget the poignantly bittersweet look his beautiful face had taken when he knew Anderson would become a monster. Alucard paused a moment to take in his seething, brazen sire’s face and then began to laugh.
“My God, Seras! Where has this bold thing been hiding inside of you?” He brushed one gloved hand through her silky hair and wrapped his other arm around her back. She smiled broadly, a gleam of madness in her eye. It felt good to hear her name.
“It’s been in there, Master. It simply took anger to bring it out. I will remember the Captain as long as I contain his spirit.” She quivered, clenching one fist. “All the lives you sent forth from yourself… blood is not just absorbed and assimilated. It adds to the sea of power, growing and swelling, creating immortality. I have only one other life inside me, but I understand it all now. We keep living when they cannot.” She pressed herself deep into his arms. “How can I let you die now, when Sir Integra needs us? And Walter, Walter’s gone. I can feel him somewhere, but he’s lost. Lost himself. Master, we must keep fighting!”
The frenzy of her words sparked a revelation in his mind. An epiphany. His words to Anderson, prior to his insane act with the nail. His memories of Abraham van Helsing. His words to the Queen. Yes, humans WERE something, great and tenacious, but here was a girl that walked the night… but had the same pride, the same drive, and the same desires that she had had as a human. Seras had never lost herself, merely strengthened what she was. Alucard smiled and pressed his mouth onto hers, suddenly flooded with hope that there still existed something he could live for. Seras did not fight the kiss, as she had not fought Pip’s. Yet, there was something markedly different between the two men’s kisses. Pip she had certainly felt something for, the spark had been ignited by his playful good nature and his bawdy, but noble way of thinking. Yet, Alucard’s kiss, rife with warmth and the stern probing of his tongue, sent flames of desire instantaneously crawling all over her body. In the back of her mind, she knew he intended to take her right there in the midst of bodies, wreckage and confusion, damned be the eyes around them. Seras lost control of her arm but was aware of it wrapping itself around his back and under his coat. She returned his kiss with invigorating intensity. His arms sunk almost painfully through her uniform and into her flesh, but she only bit his lip lightly in response. He growled low in his throat and separated their mouths.
“Seras, regenerate your arm. You’re going to need it.” She chuckled, but summoned the swirling masses of near-intangible matter that had replaced her right arm and soon completed her body once more. She clenched and unclenched her hand. Just as always. Alucard wasted no time with modesty and threw her to the ground. Somehow he had miraculously found the one patch of clear ground to press her down on, and they rolled back and forth, molesting each other as they went. Seras gasped with pleasure as Alucard encompassed her breasts and attacked them with his mouth and teeth, leaving no inch of her full bosom unexplored. He centered in and tormented the buds with his tongue as she nibbled his earlobe and down his neck. Even through the fabric of her shirt it was torture. The desperate heat between them grew to levels powerful enough to send a normal person into a dead faint. Alucard used his deft hands to tear open her clothes, exposing every secret part of her to the smoky air. He left a trail of kisses from the top of her ivory throat down between her breasts, over her navel and straight through the golden tuft of hair that crowned the parting of her thighs. Seras’ voice reached the highest soprano’s pitch as she squealed in pleasure. Alucard was driving her fast towards the edge with his tongue, two ungloved fingers probing deep into her wetness. The reaction he was looking for came in bounds, and soon she had become soaked. She moaned and shook lusciously, the sound of her voice absolute music to him. Seras clutched his hair in her rapture, almost steering him to her most sensitive spots. Without warning she began to convulse and he could feel the waves seizing her, driving her into depths of ecstasy she had never experienced before.
Alucard switched his tongue for his fingers and stroked her expertly, forcing her to keep pulsing in her climax until her voice strained too high. Still stroking her bore down on her with another fierce kiss, and Seras at last pulled his hand away from herself and tore impatiently at his clothing. As she was dressed in tatters, the sudden rush of her need proved effective in shredding what clothes he had left, and she sent her small hands exploring his hard, pale chest and beyond. Outlined against the cloth of his pants she could see his stiff length, and she hastened to free it from its prison. Once she loosened it, she was upon him with both hands and her tongue, stroking him almost as expertly as he had been before. He groaned in appreciation, allowing her to do as she pleased. Seras sank him between her coral lips and took his length as far as she could, drawing a delighted breath from him. She rhythmically bobbed up and down, adding flirtatious licks randomly until he could no longer content himself and roughly threw her on her back. Understanding that she must still acknowledge his dominance, she willingly parted her thighs and waited. Their alabaster bodies met, and he slowly sank himself inside her warmth, relishing the tedious inches into her tightness. Seras was breathless with pain and ecstasy. No normal woman could possibly withstand the force of his size, but she was finding it difficult herself. Alucard breathed softly into her ear as he met with the end of her, as deep as he could go. Tears squeezed out of her clenched lids, but he nibbled her neck and thrust softly to ease her pain. Seras felt her discomfort ebb and became wetter with the sensations. She let go of her inhibitions and surrendered to the smouldering lust that burned between them.
Alucard sensed her willingness and stopped holding back. His movements became more intense, faster and harder, and their voices mixed in perfect harmony in their moans. As he pushed himself into her even harder, he fondled her breasts salaciously and she sunk her nails into the dirt. She pressed her hips upward, adding to the delicious angle and the force, sending more chills through both of them. Alucard growled like a beast and brought himself to a kneeling position. Without losing stride or removing himself from her tight walls, he pushed her thighs up, pressing them into her chest, her knees bordering her breasts. This sent her spiraling into further pleasure, causing her to howl from her wide-open mouth. Alucard slammed himself into her, tearing through her flesh with reckless abandon, driving both of them into an insane state of pure lust. She could feel the slightest pain in her stomach and chest every time the end of his hardness met the furthest wall inside her body. Despite that, he was grazing the most mind-numbing place inside her, the rapture from which she was senseless, not even able to form coherent moans. Seras reached out, mindlessly desperate to feel his chest upon her, yet he kept pushing her thighs up and apart, driving himself rapidly in and out until she could bear in no more. She screamed, and at that moment Alucard wrapped her legs around his waist and sunk into her, entangling his lips and tongue with hers while their continued to meld in encompassing passion.
Seras felt wildly charged, and raked her nails down his back. She knew by the smell that she had drawn some blood, and she brought her fingers to her mouth and licked every dark drop from them. Alucard shivered in pleasure, and felt the scratches close. In the back of his mind he could feel the impatient Integra’s thoughts, wondering where he was.
“One moment, my Master.” Alucard eased his fervor and slowly thrust into Seras' warm, aching flesh. He wanted to savor his climax and bring her to another. He reached between her thighs and stroked the small bead of skin that caused her so much rapture. She could feel the molten heat mounting inside of her again as Alucard stroked her within and without, and she could hear his tempered breathing in between her own as he neared his release. She climbed the slope of her orgasm and descended rapidly into the shuddering bliss. The the feeling of her walls convulsing added to his pleasure. He orgasmed, sending spurts of hot liquid into her body. He channeled the last of his carnal fires and infected her with them. When they had both ridden the last of their climaxes they collapsed, panting and kissing, into each other’s arms. Alucard dragged himself and Seras to their feet. In moments they regenerated their clothes.
“Sir Integra is becoming impatient with our absence, my pet. We’ll continue this later… and hopefully for a good long time.” Alucard smiled wickedly and he and Seras flew off towards his Master. Seras nuzzled his chest along the way, satisfied, weak-kneed, and happy. War was a hard thing when there was nothing worth fighting for. Now that she’d found a selfish reason to keep going, she could keep going. The battlefield was not so daunting as long as she could be by his side.