Sheer (Alucard Hellsing X Female Reader)

sheer terror (1)

(Note: sheer used 13 times this chapter)

What are you feeling?

(1) Sheer Rage mixed with sorrow but it's not yours..

Right here?
Lost in the dark swallowing shadows..

Right now?

The blackest of a rolling aura that threatens to choke out your senses. It seeps up from the very ground you struggle to stand up on.

Or perhaps snuff your life out completely?

Your right hand reaches out as if to tear the blackness away. To bring some form of light to your side. Your lips pulled tight across your teeth as you bare them..

To aid you in battle?

No such (2) sheer light permeates for you to grab. Yet you can't see what you are even battling, let alone make a feeble attempt to harm the aggressor. The darkness that's not possible by Mother nature alone.

The sound of a sadistic laugh rings in your ears..

This cloud of shadows and darkness has been following you. It tracks you as if it had a mind of its own. Yet it was keeping its distance for six days but this is the seventh day. One week to be exact, stalking you even in your dreams.

Waking nightmares of blood splashing across the vision of your mind. The (3) sheer gut wrenching screams echo in your skull. Molten hellfire colored eyes that fill the room, from wall to wall and ceiling to floor. The blur of sharp nails but more like claws and the mouth?

Filled not with sharp canines but an upper and lower row of nothing but razor like teeth. Your unseen antagonist seems to be taking simple pleasure in your (4) sheer amount of fear. You have moved past flight and it's a fight now.

What hellish creation is now interested in you?

Nothing exceptional stands out to other humans, about you. Yet you used to dream of a man with flowing obsidian locks of hair on the wind. This dark 'knight' had a fierce expression and deep emerald green eyes.

Green like you have never seen in real life..

One time when you were a child, gypsies came by to your aunt's modest home in the English countryside, for only a day. The grandmother-like wise woman approached to read your fortune. As she studied your hand, two words came out of her mouth.

"Kazikli Bey..." as her hands now fumbled to place a simple gold ring on a finger. One of your fingers to be exact.

Then the gypsies all packed up and were gone. They hadn't stolen anything unlike the rest of your aunt's neighbors. But they never came by anymore too.

So why?

Why are you the choice?

Is but a (5) sheer mystery to you..

No one has been able to answer this question. Not men of science or women of divine spiritual guidance. So you had pushed it away and filed it in a 'dusty' area of your mind for now.

It seems 'now' has come to pass...

You just want a name to place with this evil that has taken an interest in you. You are bound and determined to see your supernatural attacker before your eyes close for the last time. You have reached your limit.

And now (6) sheer rage fills your heart and soul..

"Coward! Show yourself!" You scream into the night, as all man made light is now extinguished completely.

Your hands form fists from the (7) sheer frustration. There is no escaping this dark creature lurking in itself creating shadows. You had chose not to head home and bring the hidden danger to others. Your destination had be an eccentric Victorian Hotel. It goes by a morbid French name of Chateau Sanguine.

You must face it alone...now.

A cool breath blows across the back of your neck. It sounds like it's sniffing you,"Coward? What do you think you could possibly know about a coward? I know where you live and who you live with..."

"I would face you if not for your rolling aura. I would face you if not for your shadows and your self created darkness," You snarl out. "You are a coward because you hide yourself from me! I may be only human and weak in your sadistic eyes, but you are the coward, not me!"

Now cool, pale fingers shift your hair away from the nap of your neck. A cold breath crosses your bare flesh again. The next sound of breath being inhaled with a murmur of pleasure leaves the lips.

"Brave child of the light..."a deep baritone voice rumbles out."Where does that sudden burst of courage come from? Hmmm...as if you can save yourself from the likes of me or my kind? You only draw breath currently because I wish it so."

"No more (8) sheer terror.." You respond with rage in your voice. "No more (9) sheer fear! I order you now to stop this!"

The blackness swirls around you and now a pair of glowing eyes peer from the shadows closing in on you. The pupils dilate to reveal spinning shadows of predominant red with swirls of orange that end in golden yellow. The same eyes from your nightmares and waking dreams. No, prophecy is more like it.

Far from (10) sheer dumb luck for you..

"You order me to stop?" A cruel chuckle follows. "And just how will you enforce your demand? Yes little human...how will you indeed?"

Damn! Those eyes are so haunting...

Eyes filled with pain and rage? Ones that perhaps mirror your own?

Your mind becomes lost in the molten fire of (11) sheer inhuman eyes. Before you actually realize it, your hand reaches out once more. The one that wears the simple golden band of a ring. You continue to reach farther and farther in this maelstrom of sheer darkness.

"What is the possible harm of seeing your face?" You breathe out heavily. "I want to see the face of my death.."

The (12) sheer darkness remains steadfast and unmoving so you take two steps and continue to find where the voice of the Reaper comes from. Finally your very fingertips stroke a cool cheek.

"So cold.." You murmur softly. "So alone..."

A hiss sounds loudly from the shadows," You would know nothing of what it is like to be truly alone...impetuous child."

"Then show me.."You respond without fear. "Before I die, show me these things you speak of so well. Speak of the things I couldn't fathom. Let me truly know on my last dying breath.."

The masculine being studies you once again. The keen hellfire eyes spy the simple gold ring on your right ring finger.

"Romani..." is only whispered.

The King of Vampires notes you are far more interesting than he could ever imagine. It was long foreseen, by the gypsies as to your true identity of old and other lifetimes.

Why did he pause, you wonder...

"Death? What If I was to tell you your death will not be tonight? Or any other night, brave little one.."A soft rumbling growl begins. "A King that seeks a Queen to rule in the darkness...by his side."

"There can be only one such King and he goes by many names and titles..." you softly whisper towards the molten hellfire eyes.

They finally blink for the first time...