Hellsing Fan Fiction / Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Beyond Mortal Blood ❯ Oi've 'eard a Lot About Yew, Chahh-leee! ( Chapter 8 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Helloooo~ everyone! Sadak0 once more, and welcome to another lovely installment of Beyond Mortal Blood. Have you been enjoying it so far? I hope so. Kay and I certainly work hard on it, so when we receive positive feedback it absolutely makes our day. Thanks again for all your reviews, I don’t know about Kay but I never imagined more than one review per chapter.

Anyway, as for me, apologies once more for any OoCness you may experience with Alucard. I mean, from the reviews, I assume I’m doing a decent job, but it’s still great to hear from you guys.

Notes from Kay: All she has to report is that she urges you to go with the flow when it concerns Aya. You’ll see what she means later.

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Through the forest that lay only several hundred metres away from Hellsing, a band of FREAKs stomped. There were, estimated, about fifty or so, cocky and confident with their newfound powers. With the upgraded FREAK chip in their bodies, they had no doubt that true immortality had come their way, that one of them would be the first to defeat the infamous Alucard–the No-Life-King. They had no doubt that Hellsing would crumble under their power. Combined, they were unstoppable, and separated, a force to be reckoned with. They felt it flowing through their veins–the exact thing the FREAK chp guaranteed–strength and speed and power and pure invincibility. Was this what Alucard felt all the time, some wondered. Either way, it took only moments for them to reach the gates, pulling apart the guards and entrances.
The self-proclaimed leader, a medium-sized, through rail-framed man, stood in front of all of them, his arms held out high to quell them if only for a moment. In his sanguine eyes was a wicked cruelty, one that even Alucard never held within his gaze at all times. No, this one was absolutely selfish, one that spoke of destroying all humans. A foolish thing, certainly, as humans were the fodder of Vampires, and if they were to go extinct...
The man, his auburn hair cropped to his ears in a cut that bespoke youth opened his mouth to speak, his voice booming.
“Welcome to Hellsing, boys and girls,” he announced. “Let’s begin.”
With that, they turned, and charged, ransacking all that was in their way. From her office, Integra had not been ignorant, and with wide, worried eyes, had screamed for Alucard. The Vampire was at her side within seconds, leaving Aya as the redhead had requested.
“They’re coming, Alucard,” she murmured, hiding her worry now with a mask of solid apathy. The Vampire looked out her window, seeing the bodies now bursting through the gate. He whistled appreciatively.
“Very well then,” he growled, smirking. “I’ll destroy them as many times as they wish. I’ll get Walter and police girl to come along, too.”
And with that, he left her, closing the door behind her. The woman, relieved that her office was on the third floor, locked the door. Alucard was at Seras’ side now (he always irked her when he simply appeared through mist), and grinned.
“Tonight will be interesting, police girl,” he cackled. “Come to the first floor. We’re going to squash some flies.”
With that, he was gone, and now, stood at Aya’s door once more. “Punk, I advise that you stay in here... unless, of course, you want to become fodder for another Vampire.” He shut the door tightly, and turned, Walter already at his side, black gloves donning the butler’s hands.
“Well, Angel of Death. I’m glad that you decided to join,” the Vampire laughed.
Walter’s eyes gleamed with youth. “I wouldn’t miss it for a second.” Their heads turned at the sound of walls being battered.
“This is where the fun begins!” Alucard cried happily.
How could Aya possibly just sit and wait? It was his blood roaring through their immortal veins! It was his fault that the FREAK chip had gotten a tremendous upgrade. But what could he possibly do to help? Nothing... In the end he was useless, and though immortal still human and unable to assist. His eyes turned to his sword, and he eyed it hatefully. A lot of good it would do, it hadn't been able to help him in his first encounter with a FREAK. Slowly he slid off the bed, sword in hand as he sat down before his bag of things. He set down the weapon, pulling out another garment - tight fitting, with a zipper trailing along the chest of it, a buckle hanging from the open collar, the top was a deep shade of blue, and he quickly dressed - dark pants fit snuggly against his body, just as the top did against his flesh.
The other clothes he killed in had suffered, but this would do. He would not sit idly by, that much he had decided. He swung around as his door flew open, one such miserable creature grinning at him madly. With a startling quickness he drew his blade, hurling it into the man, pinning him back against the wall as he ran into the hall. A quick glance around allowed his eyes to light upon gleam. A sword hung from the wall, curved in the form of a katana, gleaming with a brilliant radiance. A radiance that was just asking to be extinguished with coats of blood. Hands stole it away from the wall, driving it into the man along side his own blade.
A gurgling cackle escaped the man, "You can't kill me... I'm immortal!" he gasped, grin psychotic.
"I'm immortal, you're a failure!" Aya snapped, ripping the sword from the man to thrust it into the throat, slicing cleanly through.
He had intended to shut the FREAK up in this style, but instead the body crumbled into dust, leaving his sword buried deep in the wall.
The assassin wasn't sure why it had annoyed him so much to hear someone state their immortal, at his bloody expense. However, he had no time to think of it as he dashed down the hall, determined now to help - now that he held a weapon that could do such a thing. And he'd learned something of them. Cutting off their heads killed them. That was nice to know, and it would give him something to actually aim at.

At the sound of feet pounding, Alucard turned his head, surprised to see that Aya wanted to fight. In the young man’s hands he saw one of the katana that Hellsing had collected over the years–crafted with silver, perfect for destroying FREAKs. It was not a standard katana by any means of course, but it would certainly assist them. He grinned. “Glad you decided to join us!” he called to the assassin, and turning, he pressed the trigger on Jackal again, firing it into the leg of one of the FREAKs. The woman screamed in pain and collapsed onto the ground, inching herself along with her hands. Alucard cackled mirthfully and fired another bullet into her head, sending her body across the ground in dust. The newly improved FREAK chip certainly had its drawbacks–it seemed to not have been tested totally. He could only see that about twenty individuals had survived being shot in the head so far.
They had attacked him as well, but he had easily regenerated... and so far, not one had delivered a blow to him that was harmful. He felt his elbow go out, and blood pour to the floor, but as if it were sentient it turned direction, absorbing back into his feet and reforming the part that had been blown away. With a grin that expressed nothing but amusement and insanity, the Vampire turned to look at his attacker. It was the man who had led the group earlier, the young, powerful man. In his hand he held a smoking gun, a Desert Eagle from what Alucard could discern. The Vampire chuckled and turned his entire body, shooting behind him to nail another particularly weak FREAK straight in the temple, sending their body spilling in fine dust across the floor.
“Alucard,” the young Vampire spoke, voice steady and confident, “I’m pleased to meet you, my name is Charlie. And I hope you know I shall be the first to destroy you.”
Alucard smiled, “You don’t say. You know, the new FREAK chip is quite poorly developed, half the ones here aren’t receiving its benefits.”
Charlie shrugged, grinning. “Well, I’ll have you realize that I am not one of those people.”
Alucard took it as an opening, firing a bullet straight into the young Vampire’s forehead. Charlie fell back, but straightened, the wound closing quickly as blood fell from his face. Alucard grinned widely–perhaps this one would be more interesting than the others Whilst this was occuring, Seras had the Halconnen positioned in a corner, firing huge bullets from the nearly seven foot gun, sending it through one, two, three FREAKs, causing them all to explode from the inside out. One managed to crawl away, only slightly battered, still aching for blood, the mad look on its face matching its familiars.
Walter, struggling with a few weak ones, had ripped the limps off a few already, and had managed to catch the heads of perhaps three or four, those few falling into piles of dust on the floor. It was surprising to see such an old human move with such agility and speed, limber movements not usually seen on such an age group. However, with the wires in his gloves, the Angel of Death was truly deserving of his nickname. Only about thirty remained that had not been affected, and Alucard estimated that about five of those could have a defective chip.
“Hey, punk!” he called to Aya. “Take care of the ones back there. Get them through the heart–ones that die will have the defective chip!”
And he turned back to Charlie, who had just fired another shot at the Vampire’s skull. The young Vampire rushed the No-Life-King, removing a blade from his side. While Alucard’s head had fallen back, his neck was greatly exposed, and with a wicked smile Charlie drove the silver blade through Alucard’s neck, slicing a clean way through, causing the head to fall to the ground with a thud. Blood spilled from the elder Vampire’s neck, coursing across the floor, the body now limp against the ground. Charlie’s eyes were wide, and he stood over his prey, cackling madly, his body shaking with power, confidence and triumph.
“This was the great Alucard?” he screeched. He turned to Aya.
“Boss said you were his bitch! You can have his head!” he cawed loudly, and picked up the Vampire’s head by his thick sable locks, tossing it at the redhead’s feet, mountain’s of laughter still erupting from the Charlie’s chest. Walter continued slicing limbs, the best he could do, while Seras had stopped completely, her face contorted in fear.
“Master!” she cried.

Aya had been quick to follow Alucard's orders. Though he led Weiss, when it came to fights he had no problem following another's orders, especially when they knew more about the enemy. As the Vampire had guessed, several of them fell with the silver thrust into their hearts. Others persisted on, and Aya struck at them ruthlessly. He continued on with this tactic, until the rolled head touched his feet, and as he glanced down his body thundered to a halt. Quite inopportunely, too, for another was coming after him.
By his face whizzed a high velocity arrow, silver gleaming dangerously at its tip, lodging into the FREAKs throat. The violet eyes turned from the head to the boy that had fired such a weapon. Ginger-hair gleamed from the doorway, a cross-bow cocked to his shoulder. Omi. Another figure dashed from next to him, silver spun wire thrown out to wrap around the same attacker's throat, and with a casual flick of his wrist the had fell to the floor - also at Aya's feet.
"What the hell do you think you're doing Aya, fight!" Yohji snarled, fist slamming across the alabaster face. "You're a murderer, now do your fucking job!"

The dull eyes snapped back to alertness, cold and hard - empty, as Aya lunged forth onto another fake Vampire poised behind Yohji. Omi loaded several more arrows, firing them with deadly accuracy as the other two assassins did their own damage. The lanky, older assassin was given the task of beheading, and Aya took it upon himself to strike them, eyes continuing to stay averted from the head near his feet. Why? Why did he care? Why did he feel the need to cry out in agony, and why had he flinched away from being called Alucard's bitch?
Had it because he wanted to be more than that, or was it just degrading?

Charlie turned, eyeing Seras. The draculina was sired by the “almighty” Alucard, he knew that much. However, being one of the lowest-scale Vampires, he also knew she should be much of a challenge. His feet were a blur as he dashed toward her, a maniacal grin twisted on his lips. Walter, however, covered the young woman quickly, whipping out his own garrote to wind about Charlie’s throat, but the Vampire was much too quick and pitched to the side, the wire catching and severing only a finger. Walter scowled, either he was getting much too old, or this enemy was above average in skill. At least, more than he had estimated. But suddenly, he felt a crack on the back of his crown from another FREAK, and was pushed forward harshly, slamming into the floor.
He grumbled, vision clouded, but managed to stay conscious as he nimbly rolled from the next attack, staggering away quickly from the scene to recover if only for a moment. Seras was left alone for that moment, hunched on the ground near the Halconnen. She was terrified, and had missed when firing at Charlie due to her fear. Now he was out of range and she was in jeopardy. Her Master was gone–what could she possibly do? The male Vampire simply snickered and took her by the collar of her uniform, pulling her close. She struggled madly but he had his hands cuffing her wrists securely, and jerked her into place.
Seras attempted to pull away but he merely hissed into her ear, “You’re a pretty little thing, aren’t you?”
The young woman’s eyes flashed a deep crimson, similar to Alucard’s, and she turned on him, face dark and stony. With a burst of strength as he was hypnotized he sent her knee flying into his groin, and he recoiled, howling in pain. She dashed away, squealing and ducking as she ran to her Master’s head, picking it up and cradling it. This had been the–what, third time?–she had done this, but it never become any more familiar to her.
“Master,” she whispered.
Seras had seen her Master arise from so much more than simply his head becoming severed, but seeing him like this worried her immensely. And suddenly, she felt a light breeze pass by her (odd, because they were inside), and Alucard’s head began to melt in her very hands, turning to a black, oozing liquid, a crimson gleam to it. His body had begun to fall away as well, transforming into the same disgusting liquid, a fluid like thick blood. It all began to slowly converge on the floor, and from the shadows emanated a deep chuckle, cruel and condescending.
“Master,” she murmured again, watching in awe.
Charlie had meanwhile recovered, and was deftly dodging the throws of silver wire from Walter, watching in fury as the other FREAKs were taken care of by Weiss. He went to move, but his groin pained him, and curiously, observed the blackish puddle that was now bubbling on the ground.

Weiss was doing a good deal of damage, suffering mild wounds. Omi remained untouched, continuing to fire his arrows from afar as Yohji and Aya remained in close range of the FREAKs. Aya, quite to the brunette's surprise, took several hits for him, accepting the pain as a sort of sacrifice. This was his fault. Estet wanted to rule the world, and his family was the key to doing so, and when he had foiled their attempts at kidnapping his sister, they had chosen to use him instead. He took the blame upon himself for this entire mess.
Not only that, he had allowed his barriers to open and allow Alucard in, and because of it the assassin had almost lost all sense of his duty. Were it not for Omi and Yohji, he would have lost it completely. The sight of the Vampire's head at his feet had been enough to throw him into a stunned state of denial. How he had wanted to do exactly what Seras had done, but he had been unable. But now he would be damned if he allowed Omi and Yohji to end up dead, or even badly hurt.
One such time as Aya jumped into the line of fire for the lanky assassin, his footing was caught by another, and his tensed body was thrown into the nearby wall. A FREAK was upon him in moments, but not without the sword thrust through its stomach. The synthetic Vampire grinned, pulling himself further onto the sword as his face lunged forward to attempt to latch onto the gleaming marble skin. The redhead narrowly ducked out of the way, shoving the sword in deeper until it was buried to the hilt.
"I hear your blood tastes delicious," the man on the sword hissed, striking out at Aya again as the assassin roughly turned the sword in the room, ripping it to the side to slice through guts and entrails.
"You're already leeching off of it," he growled, blade once against striking at the FREAK until Yohji pinned him with wires, slicing cleanly through the neck. The violet eyes took a moment to shift from Yohji to the ebony substance upon the ground, brows twitching lightly, his grip about his weapon tight.

As the fluid bubbled, Charlie shook his curiosity away and charged for it, hoping that perhaps he could halt the process. But it was much too late, and as he was within three yards of it, it sprouted, hardening and forming a human-like shape, a billowing trench coat able to be distinguished, followed by a head of wild black hair, topped by a wide-brimmed fedora hat. Details were suddenly visible, the figure cloaked in all red and covering its ruby orbs were yellow-tinted sunglasses, all completed by an absolutely, completely insane grin. Alucard held out Jackal in one hand, and Charlie saw this, and while slightly stunned by the recovery Alucard had made, hesitated for not one second longer, whipping his Desert Eagle from his side and firing straight at the center of the Vampire’s countenance. Alucard responded with his own gunshot, the bullets overpowering Charlie’s, burying itself into the Vampire’s temple. The No-Life-King was quick to follow up, blowing off Charlie’s arm with a gunshot as the FREAK was distracted by his bloody face. The faux Vampire shrieked in agony, his other hand reaching to cradle his arm, but unsuccessful as Alucard was quick to remove that one in a fiery explosion as well.
Charlie screamed and staggered backwards, face dripping with blood, arms soaked in the stuff, and Alucard could only smile madly.
“Come on, Charlie,” he teased. “Aren’t you one of the ones that was supposed as strong as I am? I suppose that was just as immortal, really.”
He finished his sentence with a gunshot, and in a low voice, muttered the words “control art restriction,” or something of the like. With that, his eyes widened and his body grew, darkening like the shadows in the corners of the Hellsing mansion, and across his form, thousands of red, lonely eyes appeared, and his arm twisted and deformed, growing from it a mouth lined with dozens upon dozens of sharp, lethal teeth. Alucard narrowed his eyes and his grew widened, as the creature gained shape, seemingly eerie like the head of a hell-hound, the body covered in eyes like Alucard’s own.
“You see, Charlie, immortality is a funny thing. It’s difficult to re-create! The FREAK chip is a false guarantee–because no matter what you people do, you aren’t given the power that comes along with it, simply a life that will never burn out–unless extinguished, that is.”
And as he finished, the savage hell-hound that was his arm lunged forward, devouring the speechless Charlie. Well, not exactly speechless, but all that was heard from him were loud, stomach-churning screams, until he was completely devoured, and Alucard’s body had remained as it was. The target was not completely silenced. No, from what he could count, there were six, maybe seven remaining. His eyes darted to Walter, who was rubbing the back of his cranium before looping his wire around another FREAK, slicing the head cleanly off. Alucard chuckled darkly, and with his smirk, sent his hell-hound forth once more, the head splitting into many as, one by one, it devoured every FREAK in its path, wretched, agonized screams flying from the victim’s mouths. But the No-Life-King showed nothing but pleasure as they were destroyed, by him, the blood spilling, the death, the carnage that lay spilt on the floor.
Yes, it was so wonderful! It was so wonderful! He let a wicked laugh pour from his lips, his eyes wide as the screams echoed on and on within the walls of the Hellsing mansion. The FREAKs felt their bodies be torn at every vital spot, screeches of horror emitted when they gazed upon their own bloody intestines. And finally, when the last one was destroyed, Alucard allowed his body to return to normal, but his grin remained.
Seras held herself in the corner, allowing only a pleased “Master!” to slip from her lips. Alucard turned to her, his face deadly serious.
“Don’t allow yourself to clam up as you did,” he warned.
Seras nodded nervously, “Yes, Master!” The male Vampire surveyed the room, a deep chuckle unable to be contained again.

As the battle came to a bloody end, Yohji whistled appreciatively, shaking his head as he stretched. Aya, on the other hand, collapsed to his knees, sword slipping from his hands as they shook violently. Omi hurried over, kneeling next him as he placed his hands on the redhead's shoulders.
"Are you okay?" he asked, concerned. The crown of crimson locks raised, and the young assassin leaped back, yelping at the sight of tears pouring down Aya's face. The amethyst mirrors had transformed into endless pools of emotion, allowing one to peer into the man's very soul.
Leaf green eyes turned to stare down at Aya, wide and unbelieving.
"Uh... Aya? Hey, if you're upset about what I said earlier, I didn't mean it like that," he commented hurriedly.
"Aya, talk to us," Omi pleaded, reaching out again. Weiss' leader recoiled, arms hugging at the wounds beneath his clothes.
"It hurts.... It really hurts..." the voice murmured, so out of character for the silent assassin that the blonde and brunette were left speechless, for it was still Aya's voice. "How do you live like this... Where have you gone...?" he murmured, voice shaking.
Omi blinked as a voice boomed in his ear.
"Omi, let me speak to Aya. It's about his sister. Her brainwaves..."
Omi laughed nervously, "Well, you see... Aya's not really himself right now..." he professed to the woman on the line.
"What the hell do you mean he's not himself?" Manx demanded, voice incredulous.
"He's... Well, he's crying," the seventeen year old finally stated, finding no soft way to put such a thing.
"...What?"
No, Manx could not have heard that right.
Yohji sighed, "Manx, he's right. The man is flat out sobbing. I think he finally snapped under pressure."

As Aya collapsed into tears, Alucard did nothing at all to even consider remedying the situation. In fact, he turned away completely, and his body was quickly dissolved in shadows, disappearing into Integra’s office. The woman who had been sitting at her desk and expecting success, was only slightly relieved to see the Vampire appear so abruptly in her office. Alucard’s smirk hid no pride, and she returned the gesture.
“Targets silenced,” he reported solemnly.
Integra nodded, “You do realize that now they realize that the chip was ineffective against you, they will not cease, correct?”
Alucard shrugged and snickered, “As I said, I’ll destroy them as many times as they wish.”
Integra smiled, “Good job, my servant.”
“Thank you, my Master,” he replied, grinning, and found himself in the shadows once more, and next to Seras, amidst the carnage.
“How are you, police girl?” he asked her, and she jumped, startled.
“I’m fine,” she murmured, and he straightened completely, eyes on Aya once more.
Why would the young man cry at such a time, he almost wondered. Didn’t he do such a thing for a living? Did he not enjoy gore, the pools of blood at his feet? The screams? However, the Vampire realised the difference between Aya and he. The punk was human, whilst the Vampire was anything but human. And while Aya shared Alucard’s immortality, when it came to the ways of the immortal, that was one of the only things in which they could relate. Though, there were many ways that Vampires lived, Alucard found this one of the most exciting and most fulfilling. He stepped a few feet closer, interested by the tears, a bit tickled by the angst. He had noticed that the redhead’s friends from before had returned, but did not question it.
No, it was truly none of his concern. There were more important things to worry about.

"We'll get back to you once we figure out what's wrong with him," Omi reported to Manx, before gazing back at the redhead.
"Come on, Aya. Tell us what's up," Yohji prompted, leaning against the wall lazily.
"Aya-Chan," the redhead replied.
"What about her? She's fine back at Kritiker," Yohji replied.
"It's what you call me... You call me Aya-Chan. You call my brother... You call Ran Aya."
Large blue blinked at him, "What do you mean? You're Aya. Aya-Chan is in the medical wing at Kritiker."
Aya shook his head, using the wall to pull himself slowly to his feet.
"No... My body is there. My mind is not."
Yohji let out a long sigh, looking from from Omi, to Alucard, and then to Aya.
With a great deal of emphasis he stated, "Our dear Aya has lost his mind."
"My brother has done no such thing!" the redhead exclaimed. The violet eyes turned to Alucard, and an ivory hand scrubbed away the tears.
"You..." the voice was soft. "He went to sleep because of you..." In a sudden burst of adrenaline, the assassin sprang away from the wall, hand shooting out to slap the Vampire harshly across the face. "You jerk!" he accused, eyes raging with great passion.
"Hey!" Omi called, rushing over, "Don't strain yourself, you're bleeding." He wrapped an arm around the assassin's waist, helping him to stand. "I don't know what happened to make you uh... Like this, but you can't afford to hurt yourself further Aya...Chan."
The name fell awkwardly from his lips, as he tried to imagine the sleeping girl. Though the siblings resembled each other, they were no where close to twins, nor were they the same gender for that matter. The connection refused to form in his head. The ginger-haired boy led Aya back to the wall to lean against it, but he quickly pushed away, hand rubbing at his rear tenderly before a blush spread across his face. This was not Aya-Chan's body! She had no right to touch her brother's butt, nor did she want to consider it.
"If you're really Aya-Chan, prove it. Tell us why you're magically inside your brother's body," Yohji commented, still disbelieving, but quite curious about the blush across the redhead's cheeks. Aya didn't blush, it was a fact of life.
"Yohji, lay off. He... uh... She, is obviously having a hard time coping in this situation."
"You can't possibly believe this Omi!"
The young boy shrugged helplessly, "What else can we do?"
Aya shook his head profusely. "I'm not crazy!"

When he had been slapped, the Vampire had not reacted at all. In fact, the blow was nothing more than a dulled sting, and his expression betrayed nothing. Alucard remained simply vacant, keeping nothing on his face as he watched Aya. Certainly, if it were not his sister than Aya had gone insane. There was simply no way that the punk would take it upon himself in sane mind to speak in the third person and parade around with his heart on his sleeve. However, at such a phenomena, Alucard at a loss for words and actions, and whilst the young... woman, man whatever he may be, had slapped him, there had been not even a reaction he had to restrain from. It was a simple blank. Though, he had noticed he had been blamed for Aya’s ‘falling asleep,’ something that he could not fathom.
His fault? Was Aya innocent of his own incriminating actions as well, and Alucard blamed for them? That seemed rather absurd. No, Alucard knew it was not correct, because it most certainly takes two to tango, among other things. He considered what he would have done if this were Integra, for a moment, and most likely, he would have physically teased her as he was prone to do. But Aya was a different case. He felt the better option now was to observe the situation rather than taking the young man in his arms and kissing him (though a tempting suggestion in its own right). He took a step back, arms crossed. If Aya, or Aya-Chan, or whomever, were to further involve him in the situation, perhaps a response would be required. As for now, however, Alucard was content enough to watch in amusement.

Yohji shrugged, "Like I said, prove it. When you give me some evidence that you aren't Aya, I'll believe you. Until that, my belief is that you're off your rocker."
Aya leaned heavily against Omi, head bowed, "I knew it was a mistake to speak to my brother, but I couldn't stand the silence anymore, living in his mind without his knowledge. He would have never guessed, he would have never known, but I was so afraid he'd fallen into a coma like me... I could not bear the thought of the two of us never speaking again."

Omi blinked, "But, that still doesn't tell us why you're in his body."
Aya paused for a moment, "Surely you know that I have a chemical in my body... For certain reasons I do not age because of that chemical - it protects me from death in a sense. When Ran began to exchange blood with me, I suppose the chemical was also transferred into him, because after that I found myself floating amongst thoughts... Images of murder and at first I did not know whose thoughts they were, but then it became frighteningly obvious. And it started to make sense why my heart felt so cold then. When Ran lost me, he lost himself... Only a shell was left of the brother I once knew."
Yohji arched an eyebrow, "Wait a second. You said Aya went to sleep yesterday, and you were afraid you'd never talk to him again, what do you mean?"
"Ran suffered a lot of damage when he was captured. His body slipped into a coma... I feared he would stay like that, and I could not bear it. It turns out his body only did it to rest."
Yohji smirked, "Alright, if you're really Aya-Chan, tell us something about your brother that he'd never tell us."
A crimson brow arched, "I mean no offense, but my brother doesn't tell you a lot of things."
Omi grinned, "Yeah, that's for sure. We didn't even know his real name, or that you existed for a while. But really, tell us something we don't know."
"He'll get angry with me if I tell you anything."
Yohji chuckled, "He'll never know," he commented.
"He will. You'll never let him forget it, and if he might be able to hear us now, even though he sleeps."
The lanky assassin sidled over to the redhead, finger nudging his face up. "Then you leave me no choice. If you're really Aya-Chan, we'll know it by how you react."
The face loomed close to Aya's, and the pale cheeks blushed furiously, and with hands poised on Yohji's chest, he shoved him away.
"My brother hates being dominant," Aya-Chan finally confessed, if only to keep the pervert away from her.
Yohji blinked, "Ah... Yep, Aya would never tell us something like that. You're definitely not him."

At the mention of Aya despising being dominant, Alucard smirked. Was this true? He had always perceived the punk as the type who enjoyed being dominant, who took pleasure in control such as Alucard did. Evidently, there was an underlying urge in the assassin to be submissive and conquered, such as Alucard had done to him. It explained his seeming reluctance to even hold a two minute conversation with the Vampire, but his eagerness in bed. Yes, the hidden side that Aya had repressed, but had allowed to unwind, unchanged during sex. It seemed rather silly, almost, that humans and even a few Vampires he had known were such contrasted beings when compared in real life and while fucking. He truly did believe that one’s true nature was released in sex, one of the most natural rituals one could ever partake in, though it was something that Alucard had never understood. Why hide your true self from others, as it only causes complications. He felt it was much better to embrace yourself, and he had, and knew there was no better way to live than the way he did.
His eyes rested on Aya, the young man seen in a completely different light now. His features and actions did seem rather feminine, and even the once-cold violet mirrors had been melted, revealing depth and humanity and passion, things that Alucard had never seen Aya express (if only during sex, but, due to aforementioned notions, he didn’t think it counted). No, never during a normal conversation or in plain public would Aya allow his guard to fall like this, and Alucard knew it even when he had known the young man for so little a time. What had been told was most certainly true–Aya had fallen into the deepest reaches of his own mind. And still, the Vampire remained silent, his only reaction the smirk that had graced his face.

Not so much that Aya was hiding his want to be submissive, but he had relied on dominance in sex to be the one thing in his life that he could control. All other things worked in their own way, and he had no say in how things turned out. It had begun the day he lost his family. Fate didn't care how it would affect him. No, it did as it pleased and to hell with those that got the short end of the stick.
Yohji took a moment to consider, "So, you see everything Aya does?" he inquired.
The redhead nodded, "Yes."
Yohji snickered, "You poor, poor girl. You must be mentally scarred for life." Aya blushed again, saying nothing to the comment. She, indeed, had seen far more than she needed to.
Omi patted the assassin on the shoulder, "Well, now that you're out and Aya's asleep, you might as well make the best of it. Is there anything that you want to do?"
Aya shook his head, "Not really. But I am hungry."
Yohji clapped his hands together, "Alright. Since we're here, we'll go with you. After all, we don't get to see London often. We'll need to change clothes though," he concluded, peering down at his blood-stained apparel. The crimson locks shook furiously.
"I can't do that!" the girl within Aya exclaimed. That would just be way too strange, and highly embarrassing.

Alucard smirked again and for once, reacted to the situation before him, sauntering up to the young man and pulling him close to his own body by the small of the assassin’s back, and looked deeply into the pools of passion before him. Behind the yellow spectacles, the scarlet optics glittered with mischief.
He wondered if Aya-Chan was familiar with such gazes, but shrugged it off and merely said, “Oh, I’ll help you change.”
Giving the redhead no choice, Alucard ushered him back into his room, closing the door as securely as he could and quickly locating where the redhead had kept his clothes. He certainly carried a lot of turtlenecks, that was certain. Alucard wasn’t one for wardrobe and simply tore a blue one from the drawer, a pair of dark jeans following. Whatever, whatever. He turned to Aya and smirked again. The Vampire was, admittedly, excited by the fight that had just occurred, whatever excited meant in that sense.
“Just close your eyes,” he told the redhead.
Alucard did not wait for the young man to comply, and had already assumed his position behind Aya, making the sure the chest was completely open before he continued, sliding the shirt off the redhead’s shoulders, making sure the surface of his hands grazed against the young man’s arms. He smiled and slid his hands down towards the hem of Aya’s pants, slipping his thumbs inside and bringing his face down toward Aya’s neck, but doing that, never touching it. As button was undone, he worked down the zipper, tugging at the pants. They fit quite snug indeed, but with gradual movements, they fell to the ground around the redhead’s ankles. Now that Aya stood merely in undergarments before, thousands of things ran through the Vampire’s mind, but he refrained for that moment.
This was not Aya... truly. It was Aya’s body, but certainly not his mind. No, it was merely the mind of a young girl. However, it hadn’t bothered the Vampire the first time he fucked Aya. He barely knew the young man then. And the body that was standing in front of him right then certainly was... delectable. Alucard slid a hand up the young man’s stomach, feeling across the tender wounds with a gentle touch, gripping him by the hip firmly so if the woman inside struggled to get away, there would be no use to it. As his hands reached Aya’s neck, he pressed his lips against the nook, sucking and kissing gently.

Violet eyes widened considerably, and Aya did try to escape the man's grip, but to no avail.
"Nn...No!" Aya pleaded, a flush spreading over the face, the alabaster body shuddering. Aya-Chan had never experienced something like this before first hand. Yes, she'd watched Aya do this before, but it was far different with her being the victim of it. Blood boiled beneath the skin, boil at the junction between Aya's legs. It only forced a deeper blush to appear, and she closed her eyes tightly.
Ran, please. Please wake up. She pleaded, trying desperately to catch her brother's attention within their mind. She could not take much more of this, being in the body of a male. I can't do this! she finally concluded, rather violently forcing her brother's conscious awake, so that she could take a back seat to the events.
Cool violet mirrors appeared from beneath ivory lids. He'd been asleep for maybe ten minutes, and he awoke to find Alucard touching him? Worse yet, his sister had been in control of him, and Alucard had still done it? The Vampire must have known.
"Were you planning on raping my sister?" Aya inquired coldly, hand moving to pry the hand away from his hip.
Aya turned his head slightly, his free hand removing Alucard's spectacles. The amethyst optics bored into the rubies, brow arched slightly as he awaited the man's response. Sadly, he wasn't very surprised that Alucard would have molested his sister in his body. The Vampire did as he pleased, and would probably do so even at Aya-Chan's expense.
Alucard chuckled and smirked, realising that the young man before him was now Aya, and kissed him hotly on the lips, his hand digging deeper into Aya’s thigh than it had before. He wrapped an arm about the young man his kiss rising in passion, but it lasted for only a few moments before he pulled away, slowly, hands falling away from the porcelain frame. Alucard stepped away, still grinning as he snatched his spectacles from the redhead’s grasp.
“I’ll be waiting outside,” he informed playfully, and stepped out the door, closing it behind him, leaving Aya only in his undergarments. He knew Aya wouldn’t care for such a statement, but he did enjoy teasing if anything. As he stepped out, he realised that he had aroused himself, but paid it no mind. What was the use, he needed to show some restraint. And then, there was the issue of dining. They had said they would go out to eat, and Alucard, being a Vampire, could only dine on... well, blood, really. And, being in the mood he was now, he would have no other blood but Aya’s. The mere thought of ruby rivers sliding down his throat–that taste–raged fires within his veins. If only he had time to continue with the punk. Too bad that Aya had “awoken,” his sister was doing a fine job of simply accepting it, though the redhead was probably correct in stating that it would have been rape.
To Alucard, it wasn’t a matter of mind. What he had was a crush, not an intense longing to spend the rest of his immortal life with the punk. He simply greatly admired (and desired) the assassin’s physical being. Though, such steps could not be taken if he did not even hold a bit of respect for Aya, so admittedly, there was a bit of admiration for the mental being too. However, for Alucard, Aya seemed much too negative a person. And he decided, on that note, that he would follow them and dine with them anyway. Late night, he was able to walk out in simply the suit underneath his trench coat, and, sadly, his hat could not be included. But sunglasses, he didn’t know if anyone would question.

Aya cocked his head to the side, before shrugging as he pulled on the change of clothes. With distaste, he noticed that his jeans fit a bit too tightly for his liking, but his body had a knack for responding to Alucard's advances. How he loathed that part of him, that eagerly accepted the Vampire's affection. As he pushed the thoughts away, he knelt to pick up the sheath to his sword. Quietly he pulled open the door, stepping across the hall to pull his katana from where it was buried. To his dismay, the blade did not give way, but instead snapped apart.
"Piece of shit," the violet eyes narrowed, and he thrust the broken sword into its case before depositing it back in his room. It meant only that he would need to go to Kritiker to get another, or borrow one from Hellsing until he returned to Japan.
With that in mind, he strode back the way Alucard had led his sister, greeted by Omi and Yohji, who consequently called him 'Aya-Chan'.
His lips twitched lightly, "I was sure the sour expression would have convinced you that my sister is no longer around."
Yohji pouted, "Really? That's terrible! She's a lot more talkative than you are, and she made being around your bearable."
Omi giggled, "It's nice to have you back, Aya. We're taking you out to eat though, cause obviously you've been starving yourself since you got to England, because Aya-Chan said she was hungry."
The brunette cocked a brow, "Have you eaten since you got here?"
The redhead was silent for a moment or two, "No," he answered as he walked to the entrance of the structure. Now that they mentioned it, he was fairly hungry. Or that was an understatement. He was starving for sustenance.

Alucard, too, as the thought bombarded him, was growing hungry. He could go several more hours without feeding, but the massacre had left him famished. The amount of blood he had drank earlier was now gone, part of his body, absorbed into his veins as a way of assisting him in revival. So, several more hours he would wait, and by then this arousal would have worn off and he would be able to quaff the transfusion blood with no regrets. At least, that was the situation that worked out the most positive–the one that did not would involve him sucking down Aya by the time the night was over. He shucked his trench coat and tossed it over to Walter, who was already beginning his clean-up. The butler took it diligently, and waited for the hat to follow. He bow slightly and shuffled off, and Alucard stood, his arms crossed. It was no knowledge of where these young men wanted to travel to.
His gaze drifted to Yohji, who seemed like an all right fellow, but was evidently a disgusting one in his private life as his blood had tasted awful. Alucard scoffed inwardly at the thought and his orbs fell onto Omi, a tiny boy who seemed a bit too effeminate for his own good. Not in a bad way, of course, but to Aya he almost appeared motherly and concerned, which was odd as he was obviously younger than the redhead. Or at least, Alucard hoped that was the case. Whatever. If he was going to “go out” he might as well get it over with, as the itching in his lower abdomen was going to get severely bothersome mighty quickly. He found himself at Aya’s side, and turned to the redhead.
“A fine place is only a few blocks from here,” he mumbled, though not in a bored nor malicious way. No, it was simply quiet, and a slight smile was on his lips, giving him an eerily calm and content look.

Yohji and Omi followed after the the two, and the brunette grinned wickedly, lighting a cigarette as he held it between his lips. Omi dragged his curious eyes away from Alucard and Aya, glaring balefully at Yohji.
"Do you have to smoke?" he asked.
The tall assassin shrugged, "As a matter of fact, I do. Didn't you know I'm trying to kill myself with cancer?"
The young assassin rolled his bright blue eyes, shaking his head. "You don't make any sense, Yohji."
"Yeah, I know," the man grinned, cocking his head to the side as he looked at their comrade and the Vampire.
Oh how he wanted to make some snide comment towards the two, but for fear that one might take off his head, he maintained it... For now (only because he would not be able to resist the entire night).
Aya walked with his hands tucked in his pockets, quiet and contemplative as always. It was a nice night, he had to admit, and after a short while he felt curious gazes upon his back. That's right, had his companions not heard his last sex endeavor with Alucard? They had yet to mention it, but he doubted Yohji would stay silent about it forever. No, the older assassin would get his two cents in before their late dinner was over.

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Yay! That’s all for now. Next chapter... who knows what will happen? :D Hopefully, not many of you were too baffled with the Aya/Aya-Chan stuff, but I’m sure you were able to open your minds to it. Now, time for reviewer response! :D

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