Pain Is My Love Language

ONE: Fate Filled Meetings

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It was a rainy night here in England, and I was bored. As I toyed with the hemline of my short, red dress, the wind from the shattered, bloodied window messed with my long red curls,  I contemplated on my evening thus far. I had already eaten my fill of humans, but I didn't have fun hunting them, not really, given these ones didn't put up that much of a fight, then again, newlyweds rarely did, and it wouldn't have saved them. As I sucked on a finger bone from one of my meals, I smelled metal in the air, and not the normal coppery iron tang from blood. It was spicy, almost dangerous. I saw a man in red at the end of the hallway of the home I had ransacked for my latest meal. This red stranger proved to be fun looking, but could he keep up?

" Well, looks like my night just got more fun. Tell me, sexy stranger, what is your plan with those big pistols?" My voice was pouting, as was my lower lip, the blood on my skin felt pleasantly sticky, pulling tightly as I smiled. 

" You are a monster beyond compare. Tell me, what kind of fiend are you?" 

His voice gave me pleasurable goosebumps, I wonder...

" Are you a human, or are you a monster?" 

" I am Alucard, servant vampire of Hellsing. You have been sentenced to death. What may your last words be?" 

" My last words? Oh, my 'last words' are quite simple: Make my night!" 

I ran at him, dodging his bullets with too much ease, and latched myself to his back, taking in his scent. It was rich, like a fine wine, with subtle sage tones and a hint of chocolate, my heels digging in like the spiked weapons they could be. He tried to throw me off, but I was smaller than him by a long shot. I gripped his shoulders, licked the shell of his ear with a giggle, placed my feet on his back, and slammed him forward, propelling myself away from him, slipping down the stairs. I was far too quick for this old bat. I faintly heard cursing as I got away, making me chuckle a small bit.

Alucard: 

She got away, and I didn't even get a lock on what she was, let alone her name. She smelled like burned wood smoke, and blood, mostly like death on a battlefield, my ear still tingling from where her tongue licked it. She has fighting experience, and knows psychological warfare too. She fought no holds barred, yet made it feel like she was just a rather rambunctious young lady just fucking around, looking and acting about collage age. She looked like she was in bliss upon hearing me speak, and I thought I heard her moan slightly in my ear. What is this little minx of a flesh-eating nightmare? I call into my Master, and explained the situation, declaring we needed help, knowing fully well I couldn't do this alone. She said she would call in Iscariot, and we could work on a common goal. I pity Anderson, for should these two cross paths, I hope she brings him the best version of her hellish bliss.  

( OVER IN ANOTHER PART OF ENGLAND)

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I was glad to have gotten away from that handsome vampire, albeit such a shame to leave before we really had any fun. To have his flesh in me would bring me such joy, be it by eating him or fucking him. I shiver thinking about it, the taste of either would be delectable. As I walk, I felt someone watching me. 

" If you are going to watch me, take a video and go fap off to that, you soon to be meal of a wanker!" 

I whip my body around only to have a blade pin me to the ground, the inscriptions and blessings on it burning my flesh slightly. It hurt, but not in the way this jag off probably thought it did. I see the man who threw it, and I felt floored, slightly. He was an above average handsome guy, with golden locks like a wheat field, eyes like my special shade of grassy green, and a smile that made it hard not to want to moan from the sight, his papal collar the only proof he wouldn't want to play my kind of nice. 

" What be yeh, ya filthy heathen?" 

And he's Scottish? Sweet Tartarus he keeps getting tastier! " A long way from the land of the unicorn, don't you think, Highlander?" 

" Fuck you, ya ruddy bitch." He twists the blade, and an unbridled moan of ecstasy poured like honey over my ebony lips. He looked at me in surprise, but not disgust, just raw confusion. Odd, given as a priest he should find me revolting, but the curiosity in his eyes told me he was just very concerned. 

" Oh, twist it again, padre, please, twist it again!" My own emerald eyes meet his matched ones, mine wide with a psycho smile, his were still confused and alarmed. 

" You enjoy pain, lass?" He sounded scared, deeply worried, but yet, a slight hint of desire had sparked, and that fucking spark is mine to own, to play with.

" Like you wouldn't believe!" 

" You aren't human are you?" A sick, sadistic smile slowly formed on his lips, a glint off his round spectacles made it look full of lust and mania only known to bring violence and pain. Perfect. 

" No, padre, not even a little bit." 

My voice became breathy and needy, hoping to get more from him. The priest just looked disgusted, then he pulled the blade out, making me sad and pouty again. 

" Aww, why'd ya have to take it out? I was having so much fun!" 

" What's your name, lass?" His voice was calm, measured, and it held the faintest wavering of desire, his eyes were heavy with lust and need...was the disgust with himself, not with me? 

" You can call me slave if it makes you smile, or if you want to be dull, Deianira." My voice giggled with broken, sadistic glee. I rarely told people my name, but this one seems fun. 

" Deianira, 'man destroyer' in Greek. Be you a demon or a monster?" 

" That second one sounds so close, but no cigar! Well, it's been fun to talk, but I'm bored. Let's play!" 

I go to charge him, and blessed pages swirl around him, making him vanish out of sight. I scan and look, but no luck in finding my new friend. 

" I know you can hear me, so listen well, padre. I will be awaiting your call, my pretty little plaything." 

Anderson: 

I was her plaything? I watch the almost demon spawn skip down the cobbled road, a mocking laugh in her overly sickeningly jolly tune as she whistled along her way, her sexy red dress and heels contradicting her current actions. This creature sparked something, and it scared me. She moaned in deadly pleasure at the pain, her namesake burned into my mind. Deianira. I felt my heart leap when she made those sinful sounds, scripture pouring into my head as a last resort to not cave into carnal desires, then and there. How is this woman able to do this, and do it all while sounding like a psychopath off her medicine? I felt my phone vibrate, a text telling me to report to Hellsing, that Iscariot was already there in a meeting with them over a massacre that had arisen a few hours ago. Could the lass I just let go be the same one to cause it, and a long pressing knot in my chest screamed the answer in my brain like it was a branding iron. 

YES.