A House to A|ucard (Anthology •Hellsing)

In the rain- before the rain (16)

This short story was written for my arist friend Amy of AmikArtest. She traded me art and I traded her a personal story. Alucard is a yandere themed story.

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Terms of twisted endearments:

•Regele sânge (Blood king)
•monstru împărat (monster king )

•mică ghindă (little acorn)
•micule corb (little raven)

An ebony haired woman with dark brown eyes like a raven quickly moves through Hyde Park. Her ever keen eyes search the shadowed darkness to see if she is being followed. Sight isn't what catches her attention but the rolling darkness of a master vampire. In fact, the eldest to walk the earth is the only one with that choking of a power roll.

Scathach, the youngish looking Irish woman, had hoped to meet up at a pub, not the shadowy lit park area. " Regele sânge? (Blood King)..." she lytes out in an old Irish accent.

Her answer is a large and powerful white gloved hand that seizes her throat and proceeds to lift her up from the grass by an iron bench. Scathach extends black talon like nails to savagely slash the vampire Alucard's right arm. Blood drops rain down only to turn back to a black shadow vapor that resembles his arm.

In a stressed voice, Scathach huffs out, "Just as...
I can not be killed perm..nantly..you can not either..."

Scathach is no small woman but hits the height of (6'2") 187cm. Yet, she appears much smaller than Alucard at (6'6") 198cm.

The Irish woman screeches like a raven at the First Nosferatu as her form changes to a shadowy form with a bird's head instead of remaining human-like and large wings.. The Unholy King melds his shadows to hers, which allows him to capture her right raven looking wing. His mouth immediately presses hard to her lips, and a fang pieces her bottom lip. As Scathach opens her mouth to scream out, Alucard smothers her mouth as his left gloved hand twists the wing until it snaps like a stick.

"I do not need to kill you mica mea ghindă (my little acorn)," he chuckles darkly, his cool breath blowing across her pale cheek.. "I find excruciating and unending pain works as well until I choose to release you."

"I have a young American woman arriving this week of spring orientation..."Scathach hisses in pain. "I have a four year art program for her."

"And..?" Alucard purrs in a menacing tone.

"Amy is a quite good artist as I have seen her art, so I created the bogus scholarship of sorts," Scathach pulls on her injured wing subconsciously. "She seems to have an inkling of your existence through her art..."

Alucard releases her broken wing; his blood-soaked gloves now hold Macha's battle raven around the waist. His nose nuzzles into her ebony black hair. "I thought that you might try to break the deal...that you were doing it as we speak."

"Moddey Dhoo deserves to become free from you and Hellsing's cruel clutches! I am not dragging this out..." Macha's Raven spits in his face.

"No?" Alucard growls softly. "I thought you were stalling because you love how I make your body feel..."

Scathach chirps in rage with an uppercut to his pale jaw, "Savage!"

"Nnhg...fuck, I love your passionate love taps..." he rumbles low and deep, filling the surroundings with a vibration. "Always makes me want stuff, fuck and fill your cunt...every time."

Alucard lets the punch connect to his chin even though he could have blocked it easily enough. Scathach's physical strikes hurt immensely, yet his masochist side finds the pain beyond erotic. He would never share with Macha's battle raven, but the first couple of times she struck him, he came like a horny schoolboy. The Unholy King wishes for a human pet for a company at Hellsing as a human only approved by his Master Sir Integra Hellsing.

That leaves Scathach safe for the most part...

It's been two years now since Scathach arrived in his undead life. They first met at Chateau Sanguine and made the deal that she would find a young woman that Alucard would approve of and in exchange Scathach would get Baskerville back to a fae dog and not the twisted Baskerville Hound. It has also taken eighteen months for the raven faery to research how to separate "Bodu." Hellsing combined the occult with Alucard's ability to do alchemy and lower level black arts. Even Shadow King is not clearly sure of all the properties of Hellsing's work mixed with the powerful sigils on his hands.

Scathach has also discovered that Hellsing's trump card continually pushes and pulls the sigils' ability to restrain him. The Vampire King had originally thought to have Scathach find a way to free him from the Hellsing sigils. Part of this testing strength from time to time is taking his original form:

... Kazikli Voyvoda, Vlad Dracula.

Alucard knew what Scathach was for the most part. She is one of Macha's children who stir up wars and collect her acorns or, as humans know, severed heads. Vlad's form had a steamy taste of this fine shadowy fae as still a human. In fact, she helped create his new being as a vampire since Scathach arrived to collect his head at the execution. In a twisted, sick way, the First Vampire does love his 'little acorn' but will never be in a nice way even for the resilient warrior fae of Macha.

The pain between the two is intoxicating to him.

"Now...now mică ghindă," he cupped her chin as molten hellfire eyes swift through colors of red, orange, and blurs of yellow. "You know that I have always adored your feistiness, and what an incredible lover you are. Shall we finish this somewhere else?"

"I hate you monstru împărat..."she scowls at him.

A deep, rumbling chuckle rushes from Alucard's parted lips. "Hate is so close to the strength of love! You can hate me all you want, but don't ever let your body not enjoy a single caress or sexual bite. I will always provide you micul meu corb (my little raven) ..."

As if only shaking the rain off his shoulders, Alucard morphs to his first form of Vlad. His fingers wiggle in motion to create a shadow fringed portal that goes straight to his room of old at Chateau Sanguine. The Vampire King will bend the frames of time just a little before Sir Hellsing angrily calls him back. Meanwhile, he picks Scathach up, in which her shadow legs become flesh once more. His pants come open enough to release his thick, veiny cock then with soft growls and a nip to neck. Vlad is fully seated in Scathach. A soft moan escapes her mouth as her wetness runs down his shaft.

"I will make your soul dance with the pleasure I am about to give you mică ghindă..."

Footnotes:

•Scathach - (SKAW-hak) Old Irish=scath "shadow, shade." Scathach was a legendary woman warrior and prophetess who gave final battle training to Ulster hero Cu Chulainn; she was also known as Scota and Scatha.

•Kane
Gaelic Equivalent: ó Catháin
Meaning: battler

https://www.irelandbeforeyoudie.com/irish-surnames-top-100-last-names-family-names-ranked/

•The Moddey Dhoo /ˈmɔːðə ðoʊ/[1] (Manx Gaelic, meaning "black dog")[1][2][3] is a phantom black hound in Manx folklore that reputedly haunted Peel Castle on the west coast of the Isle of Man.[4] The Manx name Moddey Dhoo was transcribed as Mauthe Doog (/ˈmɔːðə doʊɡ/) by an influential 18th-Century English-speaking folklore source, which led to a history of misspellings of the proper name.

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Moddey_Dhoo