Beyond †he Darkness (Hellsing)

flood of memories (12)

Alucard laid on her bed and stroked her long hair. She had fallen asleep on her belly. Angelica was snoring softly. He decided this was the time to examine the tattoos. The Ankh ones on her back, matched her ankh rosary. Where had it fallen?

He had removed it while in the shower. It had been painful but worth it. Still it probably had significance. It could even be a focal point for her magic abilities.

He rose from the bed, gracefully. He did notice he had thrown it in the sink so he examined it closer. His fingers started to burn like touching battery acid. It was a beautiful religious piece. Alucard could also feel a slight vibration coming from it. Most likely a focal object. He would like to see her use it.

Miss Black was just full of surprises.

The Vampire carried the rosary far from his body. He didn't want it to swing up against his body. No Life King gracefully moved back into bed and put the blessed object on one side of her. Alucard settled on the other side. He was on his side, her head to his feet. He took a nail and traced the tattoo above her hips. It scrolled around to the front in fine lines. Some Norse runes were among the lines. He couldn't seem to get enough of just touching the lines.

As he shifted back around, he touched the tribal tattoos. They were bird and whale like?

He still couldn't make out what the design was of. Shadow King started to trace the thick shaded lines. These must have hurt. The bands of shading require several needles working at the same time, not just one needle. He was somewhat familiar with tattoos. They had become the rage for some Victorian ladies to secretly get.

Dawn was here, he could feel the sun rising. Should he stay here or take her to his room. Alucard decided if she was in his room, she would get blamed and not him. Miss Black had crossed into his section of the manor not vice versa. He scooped her up, bridal style and phased to his room. The Vampire king now rested her on the bed and covered Angel part way. Her skin was warmer, it seemed by nature.

He remembered her taste-spices and honey...

Alucard heard Walter coming down the stairs, most likely his blood packets. Sure enough the butler was at the door and had a bottle of blood wine. Blackness filled the area of the room where the woman was in. Walter bowed and left Alucard to his thoughts. He was of course fully dressed, a benefit to his abilities as Nosferatu.

The First Nosferatu sat on his throne and drank his wine quietly. He contemplated on how to get her blood. Did she have some kind of resistant aspect woven into her skin?

It would explain the lack of scars.He could date the scar on her arm to two and half years ago. Something developed between then and now.

Could it be the exposure, to the supernatural world triggered unknown abilities?

As Alucard was finishing up on his thoughts, Angelica's breathing changed. She was starting to wake up and would be disoriented. He walked silently to the bed and sat down. Angelica woke when his weight settled on the bed.

"Morning, evening something like that...why am I in your room? Wasn't I in my room?" she wrinkled her nose,"Alucard, what did you do? Things are a little hazy at best. I remember you in the shower, pouring on your skills at seduction. Then flashes of me clawing and biting the hell out of you. Did I draw blood? Finally an incredible sensation, the orgasm you brought me to and then darkness."

"Hmm, that about sums it up but.." he drew close to her neck and breathed cool air. It felt good, she always had a higher temperature than the 98.6 fahrenheit. "Though if you are feeling guilty about not reciprocating, then perhaps now would be a good time? "

"Aren't you supposed to be sleeping?" She then looked around and saw the large black coffin.

It matched the high backed chair. She slid to the edge of the bed and got up. Angelica looked at Alucard but he made no move to stop her. Her feet softly padded across the stone floor.

Hmm, quiet for a human...

"Is this your original throne?"

"It is one of the only things I own in this day and age..."

Hewas getting curious about what she was up to. Angelica walked over to his coffin. Her hand gilded above the casket, as if not wanting to touch it. The young woman read the inscription and spoke out loud, "The bird of Hermes is my name, eating my wings to make me tame."

Angelica looked up with a concerned expression.

"That is such a tragic saying, how did you come to be here?" she whispered.

"It is but a long dead part of my history..." his voice trailing off.

"Please tell me unless I am unworthy," she replied with a frown.

"No."

A huge sigh left her mouth, "I will see for myself then Master vampire," and she sat down on his throne. She put her arms on the rests. She crossed her legs and sat like the No Life King would sit upon.

The images crept slowly in her mind, a flash here and a flash there of his long undead life. Then it was like a dam broke.

She could smell the burning flesh and impaled bodies. Flashes of people he bit or turned, then a woman named Mina. She could feel his emotions and that wasn't good. She wasn't a vampire and her mind finally couldn't take anymore.

Angelica tried to stand but her legs wouldn't even untangle from them crossed on the throne. She had not thought about being nude and sitting in his chair. She started to hyperventilate and her eyes rolled around then up into her head. Angelica finally stood to a staggering gait and raised her arms to fend something off. Alucard heard terribly spoken Romanian, as the language was spoken in his time. She was screaming " don't impale me! Please don't! I never lied to you!" And then her body slumped on to her knees, eyes looking at the floor and gasping breaths.