#hellsingfic

Words: 7,912 | Rating: T

Series: Hellsing | Pair: Alucard & Integra Hellsing

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Preview 

Alucard took in a breath he did not need, completely baffled by his master’s boldness. His shadows receded within him, but his midnight hair still coiled and danced curiously above. The moonlights silver rays once again poured into the dark room, illuminating his master who bared herself to the vampire.

His mouth opened, his rose-tinted eyes luminous as he observed the patchwork on her skin. Thin lines, lighter than the rest of her, decorated her back in a myriad of jagged crisscrosses. There were more than there had been on her legs. Some were a pale pink, and slightly puckered. Some looked chillingly like the claws of a wild animal.

He could tell by the manner of which the scars had healed, some were old, and some had happened not too long ago.  

There was one that caught his eye from the rest, however. One that looked so grotesque, it irked him to see such a disfigurement on his otherwise perfect master. It was not very big, the scar was three centimeters long, a half centimeter wide and a darker tone, it left a nasty shriveled indent on her skin; suggesting a sharp penetration. He recognized scars like this one, for he had suffered them many times before, in his past life.

He stepped closer to her, lowering himself slightly to peer down at her scarred flesh.

Integra whispered, “Can you see it?”

“This is a sword wound…” he inquired, more to himself than her.

Words: 4,399 | Rating: M for Sexual Content

Series: Hellsing | Pair: Alucard & Integra Hellsing 

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Excerpt

But what stayed in her memories from that year most of all, was her than caretaker, now butler’s advice.

“He is temptation, My lady. He will try to invoke false feelings within you. As he had tried to do with your father… And as he done so with me many years ago. Do not let him play with your mind. And most importantly, do not ever let him touch you.” Walter’s last bit was of the day she had left the manor without any guard. After she had returned.

She had arrived late at night, with her long blonde hair frazzled, damp, and sticking to her cheeks. Her arm linked with her vampire servant’s as he, like a gentleman, led her through the grand front door with a red umbrella in hand. It was an odd sight for her manor employees to behold. It was a frightening sight for Walter to witness.

“Why does the past plague your thoughts so?” Said vampire stepped out of the shadow’s, the beam of moonlight from her window made his pallid skin ghostly, almost ethereal. His ebony locks defied gravity, swaying, and snaking about his body.