Alucard's Gale°Force (Hellsing/X-men)

Headache (15)

  Gale rolled onto her right side and moaned. Her head hurt like a hangover combined with a migraine. The room was dark but her eyes still couldn't adjust.  Even then it seemed too bright for her.

Where was she? 

Her brain just couldn't think, of  two and a two together, let alone get the right answer of four.

A low voice, with a Romanian accent, asked "How's the head?"

Gale cringed and covered her ears. She reopened her eyes, to see she was in the prince's room and Vlad was sitting on the bed, his arm on the other side of her body. He was leaning down and staring.

"It hurts obviously...ow," Gale looked up, with one eye open and one closed.

"The police suspect a bomb was the cause. I lost sight of you and then escaped out the front exit. I later found you wandering incoherently. A doctor has looked you over, just a concussion," The prince took a swallow of a drink in his hand.

"Want some, it is the rare stock as a reward for being alive draga mea. You gave me quite the scare," Vlad gave her a crooked smile that was hooded in gesture. Was he really concerned or angry?

Gale shook her head no.

For once that was the truth too. The battle had given, Alucard/Vlad a better idea, of what she could withstand. It also showed more latent ability, that intrigued him and would draw his rival and nemesis vampire, to not go to ground to hide long. Dietrich would resurface to cause Hellsing trouble.

"The Hellsing Organization is sending someone, to pick you up this evening. I, unfortunately, have business to attend to in France," Vlad kissed her hand.  "I would like to stay in contact and perhaps, pay you a visit when in London?"

"You can't...Alucard will find you. It will be easy, someone talked to you from Hellsing. Alucard knows everything, I'm not sure how far his reach is from England but he's dangerous enough, to not assume he can't get to you. Forget about me..." she whimpered.

"No draga mea, not going to happen. You are too unforgettable. As such, a small token of promise for you to wear," Unholy King whispered.

Vlad placed a gold band ring, with an etched dragon, on her right little finger. "It is buyable from Munich and has history behind it. Your lover will think you got it as a souvenir, unless you tell him otherwise."

"You know he will kill you when he figures this all out," Gale pleaded.

Vlad smiled, "There are worse things than death draga mea, much worse."

With that, the prince stood up and left. Gale fell back to sleep until she was rudely woken up by it. Alucard sat down hard on the bed and bounced her.

"Well if it isn't Cinderella with a concussion!" in his loud, obnoxious voice.  He followed up with a boisterous and maniacal laughter, that sets a human's hair up in the air, like some anime character.

"How about you stand still long enough and I will give you one to match mine?" Gale growled but it only ended with a pained whimper.

"Tempting but no, I need to get you back to Hellsing. Unlike you, I have work to get done or should I say, to get killed by me?"

Alucard stood up aggressively, as if he had an audience to frighten and yanked Gale's arms up. He tossed her like a sack of produce, over his left  shoulder then grabbed her small duffle bag. His right hand couldn't resist, giving his pet, a slap to her ass.

"Owww! Alucard!" Gale yelled in his ear.

Alucard chuckled in response, "You apparently were found, in a rather fetching outfit, so it's coming with us. You will model it, for me, when your head gets better. I'm sure, I will want to 'do you' and you can't have the excuse, of a headache."