Hellsing Fan Fiction / Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Beyond Mortal Blood ❯ I Hate Everything About You ( Chapter 10 )

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Within the first light of dawn, Aya had roused himself from slumber, deciding it best not to remain at Hellsing any longer than he needed to. Silently he left the place, nothing more than a ghost of a shadow on the early sunrise. Bag thrown over his shoulder, he carried himself confidently in the direction of Kritiker, violet eyes not once turning back to light upon the place he had turmoiled over leaving. There was no place for him here, and he merely needed to accept that fact - and though it was difficult, he eventually carved it into his mind, so that he would not forget. On a whim he would not turn and run back, for he knew all too well Alucard would not be the type of lover that would welcome him back with open arms. No... Their fucking had been only that, even if a part of him nagged at him that it had been much more.
Pressing the thoughts away, he glanced up at Kritiker came into his line of view. At its entrance perched too men, familiar to him for he'd known them for several years. The cigarette from Yohji's mouth dropped to the ground as his heel put it out.
"All ready?" the brunette queried, the usually carefree voice quiet.
"Are you sure you want to do this, Aya?" Omi added, watching the pale assassin as he walked towards them.
"Of course I'm sure," the redhead murmured in answer, walking past them towards the plane landing.
Yohji's voice was soft, "You didn't tell him you were leaving, did you?"
The amethyst mirrors vanished behind closed lids, "No."
It was the final word Aya spoke in the time that they boarded their flight and it lifted from the ground. Annoyed with small reminders of his last plane ride, Abyssinian avoided the area of the plane he and Alucard had sat in, separating himself from his co-workers. He preferred to be alone, and he would spend the twenty hours of the plane ride in silence - unable to bring himself to speak. Yohji and Omi, they knew well to leave him alone, and for respect of him they remained quiet to allow him peace.

When the Vampire awoke, it was early in the night–around seven o’clock he supposed. He removed himself from his bed, stretching lightly and donning his clothes. As he walked out, his mind slowly mulled over what had happened earlier the other day, not that there was much to think about. He and Aya had fucked, and then an option was given to Aya to leave. And today would be the day of his decision. Alucard didn’t think he truly cared about it enough to think about soon after awakening, but he supposed it didn’t matter–he wasn’t hungry so there wasn’t much else to ponder. He turned upwards onto the first floor, and found Walter shuffling about, doing one thing or another, not that he knew.
“Where’s the punk?” he inquired nonchalantly, eyes drifting about the mansion walls.
“He left at the crack of dawn this morning,” Walter responded in a matter-of-fact tone, unknowing of Alucard’s thoughts.
As the answer registered within him, Alucard’s lips chanced to turn down. What? Aya had left already, and without a single good-bye. Though it wasn’t something Alucard was surprised about. He figured that if anything, their farewell to each other would be mostly empty of words any way. But the Vampire felt something twitch within him, whether it be a feeling of anger, or frustration, or possibly even sadness, and when he felt it he almost immediately brushed it away.
“I see,” he replied. “Where’s Integra?” Walter turned his gaze upwards in thought.
“In her office,” he informed, after a moment of consideration.
Alucard nodded. So, Aya was gone now. It was possible he’d come in contact with the redhead once more, as it was unlikely a group such as Estet would halt so easily. He had known it wasn’t the case with Millennium. Even if it had taken them almost fifty years to re-organize, what they had come up with was nearly staggering. And yet, he still had no clue why his mind refused to stay off the subject. There were so many better, more interesting things to think about–and yet, there weren’t. He hadn’t seen someone so intriguing for quite a while since the punk. He still knew not of the young man’s entire history, and for some reason, wanted to know. Alucard realised this–he desired to know what made this assassin tick, why did he chose to live as he did? And what was the ordeal with his sister...? The Vampire found himself standing in front of Integra’s office, and, wiping his mind clean, entered.

Kritiker's plane touched down in Tokyo, and Aya exited it still in silence. He was stopped only once by his companions as they bid him farewell. He was, after all, headed home. Questions about his feelings were useless, for the only thing he might respond with would be empty and nothing more than lies. Approaching his car, he caught sight of a buxom redhead, arms folded over her chest as she leaned against the black Porsche.
"Welcome back, Abyssinian," she greeted, voice ever crisp.
"What do you want?" he bit out, a bit more coldly than intended. She scoffed, slipping into the passenger side as Aya entered the vehicle.
"Is that any way to treat me?" she inquired, voice filled with a bit of amusement. "Persia wants to know if you want any time off from the flower shop."
A crimson brow rose as the engine roared to life.
"Today. I'll be back to work tomorrow," he answered, pulling out of the parking lot. The streets were empty in the early morning, and it allowed him drive whatever speed he so wished, which at the moment just happened to be recklessly fast. He first carried Manx back to Kritiker headquarters, flatly refusing her plead for him to stay there for a while instead of returning home.
"Abyssinian, you should stay a while with your sister," Manx murmured, her reasons to keep him away from his house growing weak.
"Manx, I have things to do. I'll come by later." A wistful sigh fell from her darkly painted lips.
"Fujimiya Ran, you are making this harder on yourself than it has to be." The redhead glanced to her, a cryptic smirk touching his features.
"Maybe so."
As Manx disappeared into the complex, a hand reached out to touch the radio, blaring the sound loud enough to ensure a bleeding headache. Aya was not one for rock music, but for once he felt particularly in the mood for it as he sped down the street towards his home. You let him go... A sad voice in his mind told him, and he angrily denied it. He couldn't let go of something that he hadn't been holding onto. And he hadn't been holding onto Alucard, as far as he was concerned. He had returned to his house only because his pride urged him to do it, but it was with reluctance - unfortunately, the speed of his car brought him to it all to suddenly. With a grimace, he turned the automobile around and drove away from it, determined not to enter it just yet. Consequently he wasted several hours driving around Tokyo, over every main street and the ones not so commonly used. One could safely say he had the city memorized by now, and he only returned home when other cars began to frequent as daylight flooded over fair Japan. Still feeling slightly dangerous, he allowed his Porsche to skid to a screeching halt before his home.
Grudgingly was how he stepped over the threshold, violet eyes scanning it numbly. He glanced towards the wall he had kissed Alucard against, and then returned to his room, glaring at his bed which he'd stripped of linens. He remained in the room only long enough to put away the clothes he had not worn in England, before venturing further into the house - a part Alucard and he had not roamed during their last time in Japan. He glanced into his sister's old room - not a thing had been moved in it since her accident. It wasn't so hard to bear the thought of it any longer, now that he knew the girl lived on within him. With a short sigh, he found his way back to his kitchen, intending to fix himself a meal to eat. What more could he do? He could sleep, but he didn't really feel like it.

Integra’s gaze turned upward, eyeing her servant carefully, her face empty as per usual. The Vampire simply leaned against the wall.
“The punk left,” he stated blandly, face hidden by the shadows cast in the room.
Integra looked down onto her desk, the paperwork she had been filing out only halfway finished. She was eager to finish it, as there were better things to do, but found it incredibly tedious and as such took a long time with it. She may have been stone-cold, but it did not mean she enjoyed filing out sheet after sheet of ridiculous paperwork.
Integra had known that Alucard fucked Aya, multiple times, and had wondered what his reaction would be. Evidently, she figured, he was searching for a reason to go back to the punk, some issue in Japan, some new attack that Estet had already launched. She sighed inwardly, despite him being a centuries old Vampire he was still prone to human tendencies–such as denying of emotion. She thought that after all these years that perhaps he would simply accept he was developing strong affections for the young man instead of pushing it aside. Vampires, even Alucard the No-Life-King, Master of Monsters, were able to feel, and she found it odd that she was holding this wise thought and not him, with all that experience under his belt.
“Yes,” she replied calmly. “And no, there haven’t been any reports lately, Alucard.” The Vampire was silent, a curtain of darkness shielding his face. “I warned you,” she told him, her voice nearly scolding.
Alucard chuckled, a smirk twisting on his lips. A few moments passed between them, a thick layer of silence choking the life from the room.
Integra’s crisp voice cut through it after a while, “You may be the No-Life-King, Alucard, but it doesn’t mean you’re invincible from feelings.”
And there was silence again, the smirk not leaving Alucard’s face. He took a step forward, shrugged, and disappeared from her room, back into the darkness from which he was birthed from. She merely glared with a dull rage at the spot from where he had left, and turned back to her paperwork. The Vampire, meanwhile, had found himself outside once more, surveying the training of the soldiers of Hellsing. Seras was there, an instructor for the newbies, and he figured he might as well observe her actions.

As Aya picked away at the food boredly, he finally gave up on it and spent his time roaming through the house. Hours later, he glanced towards the window, violet eyes sensing movement. It was hard to decipher what his first thought was. Being an assassin had put him immediately on edge, while his mind scrambled to think that possibly Alucard had decided to stalk him all the way back to Japan. He shook that thought away. No, the Vampire wouldn't do such a whimsical thing, he'd have a reason before showing up. Quiet footfalls carried him to the door, and he reached out, hand grasping the knob as he wrenched it open. Violet mirrors made contact with large magenta optics, and Sakura sprang back in alarm.
"A-Aya..." she gulped, looking around nervously.
"He's not here," the redhead growled coldly, looking the fifteen-year-old over.
"O...Oh. Where did he go?" It was quite apparent she was still frightened of Alucard, and she relaxed only slightly when Aya informed her that the monster had returned home.
"Why are you here?" Aya asked, voice bordering on annoyance.
"I wanted... To see you." The reason seemed so meek to her now, lacking the resolve she'd had before Aya had opened the door.
"Fine. Come in." The young girl blinked, looking around as she was completely caught off guard by the invitation. Aya stepped aside as she entered, and he led her towards the living room.
The assassin was not quite sure what compelled him to pull the girl around, hands catching her face as his face moved close to kiss Sakura. He had wanted so desperately before to get the thought of kissing her out of his mind, but that had been days ago, when there had been a Vampire that he chose to kiss. Small hands pressed to his chest as his own slid down her back, arms tightening about the small of her back. She felt so brittle. Having grown use to Alucard's muscled form, he almost thought he might break her through the embrace. Sakura responded blithely to his advance, every dream come true in her mind. Never had she expected this to happen, not without spending a great deal of time coaxing Aya out of his shell. Her arms slipped up, wrapping about his neck as she allowed him to continue kissing her. The alabaster hands moved again, roaming over her hips before traveling upward.
Violet eyes snapped open as the redhead's fingers encountered a chest that was not flat, and he grabbed her by the shoulders, pushing Sakura away. The concept of breasts in Aya's homosexual mind was startling, and he shook his head.
"I can't do this," he stated. She struggled against his hands, attempting to move forward to hug him.
"Yes you can, Aya!" was her only answer.
"I can't!" Aya snapped back angrily.
"But, you want me!" she insisted, and Aya apprehended her by the wrist as he dragged her through the house, finally halting in the laundry room. Furiously he ripped open the washing machine, hand grasping the sheets as he pulled them out.
"W-what?" she stuttered, eyes fixated on the rumpled sheets.
"I had sex with another man on these sheets, Sakura!" Aya fumed, eyes relentlessly hard. "I'm gay."
Her eyes wavered, "But... A minute ago..."
"A minute ago I was out of my mind," Aya harshly responded, voice biting and icy.
"That... That guy... It's him. You love him, don't you?"
Cute how girls thought of those flowery words.
"No, I don't. But I want him, not you," the assassin corrected, amethyst orbs narrowing.
"But..." Sakura tried again meekly.
"Get OUT, Sakura," Aya hissed, shoving her away from him.
She shook, tears brimming in her eyes before she turned and ran from the house, slamming the door behind her. Shakily, Aya walked through the house, pulling open a drawer in the kitchen. From it he procured a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. He placed one of the slender sticks to his mouth, lighting it before he dropped the two on the counter. Aya did not smoke, or at least not only on a regular basis. He did it only when he was genuinely frustrated, and with a grumble he sat down heavily upon the couch, inhaling the toxic fumes.
"Dammit."

As Seras finished her training, she sauntered up to Alucard, concerned with the fact that her Master had been watching her all this time.
“Police girl,” he murmured, “come with me.”
His lips were turned upwards in his normal smirk, but his eyes seemed a bit distant, perhaps a bit empty, as if he were caught up in the old days again, when he was secure in power and drenched in blood. She looked a bit nervous, a bit sheepish as she always did as she walked along side him, and watched as his eyes remained locked onto that object so seemingly far away. She didn’t understand why she was walking with him, and why he seemed slightly devoid of... himself. Alucard didn’t need to have a great reason for such things, she guessed, or... did he? She had been around her Master for a bit now, but knew almost nothing about him. Surely they had talked before, and she had gotten this gist of his character: psychotic. That was the only thing she was sure about that involved him, while the rest remained an enigma. She was almost sure that deep inside that disgusting, twisted character of his there was some type of kindness, some type of humanity that–although crumpled and beaten and probably impaled–still twitched with life at times. He was certainly an interesting monster, though she admitted to herself that she could have a better Master. The No-Life-King was the most powerful creature she had ever encountered, and looked out for her. He was not so cruel as to sire her and then leave, and she wondered subconsciously who had sired him. Her thoughts were shaken when he stopped, and she imitated.
“Great night, isn’t it police girl?” he asked her, a hint of a grin on his face. She looked into the sky, the yellow moon looming over her.
“Ah, yes...” she murmured, voice carried to his ear on the wind the response was so quiet. She did not know why she had been so quiet when she responded but continued staring at the moon. Alucard looked down at her, grinning lightly.
“Drink blood,” he ordered, but his voice not stern whatsoever, and turned down, out to the forest across from Hellsing. She stood, a bit dumbfounded.
“Ah, Master...?” she inquired nervously.
“Go home and drink blood, police girl,” he called back to her, and obediently, her feet carried her back to Hellsing.

Aya sprang to his feet as from his view point his door was literally ripped from its hinges.
"The hell!?" he snarled, diving to the floor as a man swept towards him, the gleam of death in his eyes. He was narrowly missed by a pair of fangs, and the creature sputtered a filthy curse, running after the redhead as he threw himself at the door. Aya took a moment to hurl a chair at the man advancing on him, if only to slow it down as he sprinted outside and climbed into his car quickly. In the nick of time, too, as the FREAK jumped upon his window, fangs gleaming as a hand thrust itself through the windshield. The redhead ducked, hand roughly throwing the car into gear as he slammed on the gas, turning the car to drive away from his house, the synthetic Vampire hanging on tightly to his car.
Violet eyes narrowed as his foot moved to the breaks, driving into the pedal. He watched as the figure was thrown from his car, and immediately he took to the gas again, running the FREAK over (in the process totaling the front of his car). Unfortunate for him, it didn't stop the man for long, and another hole was made in the roof of the Porsche, a hand groping about to grab his hair. The transmitter in his ear flipped on at his touch, and Manx barely had a moment to say hello before Aya laid into her.
"Since when are there FREAKs in Japan?!" he exploded, shrinking away from the probing hand as he swirved violently to throw the man off of his car again. In his ear he heard an alarm sound off in Kritiker, the redheaded female shouting orders.
The Vampire would not be shaken, and he turned onto another street, foot ground into the gas as far as it could possibly go.
"Son of a bitch," he howled as a relatively sharp nail caught his cheek, bringing forth a river of blood. Aya reached into the back seat of his car, hand grasping for anything that could possibly ward of his attacker. His fingers alighted on the hilt of his broken sword, and he tore it from the sheath, thrusting it through the hand to pin it to the ceiling of his car. He veered away from the main road, pushing the door open to his car as he leaped out, allowing it to crash into a cement wall that marked a dead end. The redhead suffered a great deal of pain at being thrown from a car moving so quickly, but he was stubbornly back on his feet, running towards the sidewalk that would carry him towards Kritiker.

Alucard was not far off from Hellsing when he felt it in his mind–his Master’s cry, something of urgency. From beneath the bright moon his form was shrouded in utter blackness and disappearing, a mist carrying him back to the room where he had so often made an appearance. Integra’s intense gaze was telling–something of interest had happened, and a grin could not be suppressed as she told him the news.
“We just received contact from Kritiker–there are FREAKs in Japan,” she informed him, a bit edgy. “The plane is waiting for you at this very moment.”
Alucard turned his head in a bit of amusement, sable locks shifting on his shoulders. “Why did it take an hour to get it ready before?” he cackled.
“Because at that time, it wasn’t an emergency!” she hollered, cobalt eyes lit with scorching fire, her grey-ivory hair shaking as her head whipped upwards.
The Vampire snickered and yet again, his body was encompassed in the dark mist swirling and encasing him, taking him from the room in a winding motion. So, Kritiker had contacted them, had it? It certainly hadn’t taken long, he could give Estet that much. Though, with quick work they had made, it was almost certain that the chip would not be much of an improvement if any. There would likely be many defective chips, multiple test subjects that would be employed before implementing their final plan, rolling it into action. As he boarded the plane it took only minutes before they were in the air, the speed a bit... faster than before, the Vampire noted. Though, it was understandable–more gas should not be expended if necessary, and being that FREAKs had inexplicably turned up in a country hours and miles away from them was certainly cause for necessity. Either way, it would still be a bit of a plane ride, and Alucard allowed himself to relax.
Of course, a recurring thought in his mind was seeing the punk again, if at all. He was a bit relieved that he had a chance, though, as he found that Aya was working his way up to becoming fourth, third, possibly even second in his mind when compared to death. That unnerved him a little, but thinking back to what Integra had said, relaxed, and realised that yes, perhaps he was getting feelings once again. It had been over a century (maybe two or three) since he had last experienced these type of emotions, so it was natural that he be a little on the edge about it. But, his Master, in her uncanny wisdom was correct. While not human, he once had been and that part of him could never be erased, no matter how minuscule, and he was in fact capable of such silly emotions. He turned his gaze out the window of the plane, the scenery below him passing silently. Alucard was not tired, and he supposed he would have to spend the rest of the trip thinking... not that it bothered him.
It was what he did quite often.

Aya was met on his way to Kritiker by Birman, who quickly helped him back to the organization, eyes constantly turning back the way he had come.
"What happened, exactly?" she asked, arm wrapped about his waist to steady him. Manx and Persia met them at the door, ushering him towards the infirmary.
"I assume Estet meant to dispose of me by sending a FREAK to my home," Aya muttered, sitting down on a standardized hospital bed, which he noted sourly was uncomfortable beneath him.
"How much damage did you suffer?" It was the doctor that inquired this of him, pulling off Aya's shirt to inspect his chest.
"My cheek and whatever scrapes I got from jumping out of my car."
"What of these other wounds?" Manx's aqua gaze combed over the bullet holes and gashes that were beginning to heal.
"Schwarz. Estet wished to make sure I was immortal."
The doctor quirked a brow, "What of the marks on your neck? Were you assaulted by a FREAK?"
Aya snorted, "Hardly. Those are from an actual Vampire."
The two women contained the smirks daring to rise to their faces, before turning to the door.
"Get him cleaned up and then give him something to make him sleep. He needs the rest, badly." Persia followed them out, casting orders to the employees that hurried down the halls. The entire building was on guard. The medic advanced on him with dressing, cotton swabs, and peroxide.
"No bandages, I'll heal faster without them," Aya started, muscles aching.
He'd also considered that Alucard would rip them off anyway, before he caught himself, reminded that the Vampire was no longer there. The doctor merely nodded and set to cleaning his wounds, before ordering the redhead down. Injected into his arm was a narcotic, which put him fast asleep, and would hopefully keep him that way for a long while. He hadn't been getting near enough slumber lately.

Hours passed, filled with thoughts. It was Kritiker who had contacted Hellsing, and as such it was quite likely he’d see the punk again. Extremely in his favour, in fact. It was almost a bit, funny, really. They had met on such an odd note, and it had taken them only a little more than a couple days to fuck, and had done so thrice more, and Aya had left. Yet, here he was once more, on his way to see the punk. He did believe in God, as did Hellsing, and considered for a moment it was possibly the work of Fate. Were he and Aya entwined inexorably for eternity? After, all, they were both immortal. His train of thought was interrupted as the plane landed, and slowed to a complete stop. Alucard wasted no time standing and getting the hell out of there. It was now late night in England, and he was relieved that it had not been midday when he arrived–he hated the sun, though it caused him no harm. The Vampire knew that he had to go to Kritiker, and was again relieved that he had been there before, Kritiker being a short distance away from the airport. He simply walked there, his footsteps quick and light as he made his way. He was sure they would be expecting him, as they did contact Hellsing earlier, and was met with quick approval as they ushered him inside.
Alucard was informed of the situation: FREAKs had attacked Aya, one that had been dispatched to his house. He had sustained minor injuries and was put out by a narcotic, and was currently sleeping though his state should become active within the half-hour. A grin daring to crease his lips upward, and Alucard asked if he could be ushered to Aya’s room. Cocking a thick brow, the doctor who had been discussing the events at hand complied anyway and led Alucard to the room where Aya lay sleeping peacefully, and it reminded Alucard of the way he had seen him once before–when they had first fucked. At this thought, a slight chill twinged in his lower vertebra and he moved forward slowly. The punk resembled his sister in his state, Alucard noted–tranquil, calm, innocent. Though, the redhead was far from it. Looming over Aya, sunglasses veiling his eyes as he stood, Alucard bent down close. It had been a small dosage, so it was quite likely that it was simply sleep that took a hold of the redhead now.
Alucard smiled widely and whispered into the assassin’s ear, “Wake up, punk... death awaits.”
Aya's head turned to the voice, face placed quite close to Alucard's as the violet eyes fluttered open. The startlingly close proximity fully awakened him, and he abruptly sat up. Ivory fingers touched his cheek to find a bandage placed there, which he irately pulled away to reveal the cut. The gaze concentrated on the Vampire, and for a moment he was convinced that he still slept, but as the narcotic's effects wore off and his body grew sore once again, he knew well that he was wide awake.
"What the hell are you doing here?" he inquired, hand shooing off the doctor that waited in the doorway.
The redhead had no idea that Persia had had Hellsing contacted over the FREAK ordeal. It wouldn't surprise him, though. After all, it was a joint effort between the organizations. Aya reached for his shirt laying at the end of the bed, picking it up to find it splattered with blood stains. It must have accumulated them when he'd stabbed through that man's hand. With a look of disgust, he hurled the article of clothing into the trash bin at the far side of the room. It was probable that it could be washed, but the redhead was too annoyed to take time to do it. His car was ruined, the door to his house was a splintered wreck, and his body felt as if it were one giant bruise, though maintained its alabaster pallor.
Beneath the frustration he felt, he tried to decipher his other emotions. Was he relieved to see Alucard, or was he angry at the sight of him? Or was feeling guilty and uncomfortable in the Vampire's presence after what he'd allowed to transgress between himself and Sakura? No. Alucard need not know about what happened with that girl.
What he didn't know wouldn't anger him, right?

“Hellsing was contacted,” Alucard informed, his voice unnaturally low and quiet. It was as if it were merely a statement to himself, rather than something to inform the redhead. He couldn’t help but admit that he was a bit pleased to see Aya again, though it had only been about two days since they parted. The figure looked a bit better than it had before–the wounds were healing nicely. He could almost feel how tense the muscle was under the alabaster skin, and wondered if Aya was irritated or the sort? Alucard’s mind drifted and he noticed that he felt slightly relieved–from what? He supposed the only relief he felt was the fact that the tension that had had a bit of a grip on him earlier was now lifted from his shoulders. Though, he admitted to himself, it was a little satisfying to hear the punk’s voice once more. Shaking such thoughts violently from his head, the Vampire now eagerly turned his thoughts to the number one priority–death. So, there had been FREAKs in Japan, eh?
Delightfully fascinating. He realised, though the country (or just perhaps the continent it belonged to) in the past fifty years they had been subjected to more bombings and wars than any other place had been, or at least, it seemed that way. With the two atomic bombs that had eradicated two major cities, wiping them from the face of the earth, and the Korean and Vietnamese war... goodness. Well, it wasn’t truly anything he was concerned with. In fact, the more gore the better... the atomic bombs certainly served that purpose well. It was simply something to take notice of. Though, now, with killing on the brain, he was anxious to find out when it would occur. Of course, Aya would have no knowledge of such things, but being part of the organization he would be able to obtain the information with much more skill than Alucard could. Haphazardly, a hand slid down the shaft of one of his guns as a scene of carnage shot through his mind.
“Anyway, punk, what is now on the agenda are these FREAKs... getting to them, killing them, you know. Show me what is to be done.” The Vampire flashed Aya his trademark toothy grin.

Yes, the fact that Hellsing had been contacted did make a lot of sense.
"I don't know where they are, or where the one that attacked me came from," Aya confessed, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. His body seemed still a bit lethargic, and he sat still for a moment, concentrating on his balance as he slowly placed his feet to the ground.
"You're awake, wonderful!" Manx exclaimed from the doorway, taking a moment to greet Alucard. The redhead turned on his heel, facing the woman with indeed a great air of frustration.
"You better plan on buying me a new car," he growled.
Manx glared at him, "You almost get yourself ki-" she caught herself, struggling for a moment before finishing lamely, "point taken. I'll tell Persia.
"Now, you say that you don't know anything about what the FREAK came at you for?" Manx settled against the wall, at her side appearing Omi and Yohji from the entrance.
"Estet wouldn't foolishly send a FREAK to kill me, knowing that I can't die. It had another purpose, of that I'm certain," it was a simple deduction and the Kritiker female did not seem at all pleased with it.
"Do you have any idea what its purpose was? Taking you again for more experimentation, maybe?"
Yohji snorted, "If Estet was trying to take Aya again, they'd send Schwarz after him," he interjected, receiving a nod from Aya, "It was possibly just to see how I reacted to ambush and test my skill, or it could have just been to see if I was alone." Whatever it had been sent for, Estet would not be seeing back from the creature.
"We're having your house searched and your door fixed, Aya. It should take us only the remainder of today. Go get yourself a new weapon," she ordered crisply. "And for the love of God, put a shirt on, no one wants to see your sex and battle scars. Omi bit back a laugh as the skin over Aya's cheek jumped, a sign he was in a foul mood.
"Out," he started, and the three obediently exited, shutting the door behind them.
With a flourish of ivory skin, the redhead whirled to face Alucard, gaze decidedly feral in some aspect as he advanced on the man. In no uncertain terms, he pounced on the dark-haired Vampire, intent to steal the red trench coat donning his shoulders. It was partially Alucard's fault that he had sustained a great deal of the bruising on his neck and shoulders, and so he thought it only fair for Alucard to give up his coat until Aya could apprehend a shirt.

As Aya pounced him, Alucard’s immediate reaction was one of confusion, and his face contorted into something of a surprised, unsuspecting expression.
“The hell?” he sputtered.
But such reactions were short lived. He easily sustained his composure–being a much more powerful, and simply large in appearance aided him in this. He knew not of Aya’s intent, either, and this had added to the baffled appearance. He deducted quickly–were the Vampire in any state of mind that allowed him to interpret it as sex, he would have easily accepted the advance and began the ministrations with his lips. However, that was not how Alucard felt at that moment. No, he was much more concerned with killing, death, blood, torture, pain, anything of the like. As such, when Aya launched his pallid frame onto the larger body, the Vampire took it as a sign of attack.
Of course, he retaliated–with ten times the strength than the pounce had contained. With a strong arm and locked wrist he wrenched the punk from his body, grinning broadly, holding out the damaged form an arm’s length from him. With a scarlet flourish of trench coat he pulled back for momentum and his arm reeled forward, acting as a catapult for Aya’s flight. However, it was relatively short and was intercepted by the wall, a loud thud punctuating the end of his airborne experience. With quick movements, the Vampire was upon Aya’s body, towering over him, grinning widely. He wasn’t sure what he had done to deserve such an advance, but if Aya wanted to play, then they certainly would play. He was immortal, wasn’t he? Surely he could take a few more hits–despite his clearly awful appearance.

Aya's body tensed as it collided loudly with the wall, startling the occupants on the other side of it. Pale hands rose and violently he wrenched Alucard's hands away from him, using his nails to inflict minute damage upon them before the hands darted to the opening of the red trench. Violet eyes narrowed, he propelled himself with the wall, lips pressing to the Vampire's neck - nibbling and suckling - for but a moment as he tugged off the scarlet garment stubbornly. When he was sure it was completely off Alucard's physique, he withdrew, compacting himself against the wall as he slipped away from the man's body.
He slipped his arms into the sleeves of the coat, noting a bit absently that it was fairly big on him, and possibly made him look a bit childish. He glanced to Alucard, what could pass as a devious smirk upon his features before he pulled open the door and strode out, eying his co-workers which were conspicuously pressed against the wall to hear.
"I don't want to know," Manx announced, hands raised as she turned away.
Aya shrugged, and took down the hall towards the armory Kritiker boasted. A door on the left was where he entered, drifting about amongst the weapons. He would get another sword, that was for certain, but this one he would be sure was made of silver. His broken sword had been virtually worthless against his current enemies.

The Vampire stood slightly dumbfounded, now only his black suit and hat (and obviously the other, not as important accessories). His smirk had not disappeared, though. In fact, it had grown wider, and his head fell just a bit backward in amusement, the yellow tint of the sunglasses gleamed. The punk had managed to kiss him along the area he was most sensitive, sensibly–his neck. Gentle touches had been applied, but they had been enough to send a few tingles down his spine. However, his resolve and urge to kill was not shaken, and he simply cracked his neck, his hands twisting his slender chin back and forth. And after these moments he resolved to follow Aya, eyes locked on the swishing trench coat that seemed oddly out of place on the more slender body. It was certainly not made for Aya, that was for sure. The punk was better off sticking to his own trench coat, but Alucard was not bothered that it had been taken from him.
There were better things to worry about than simple clothing, and it wasn’t as if it would never be returned, or Aya was some deep abyss that would suck it from his possession for eternity. The Vampire strode down the halls and when he found Aya, the young man was what seemed like an armory. Shining silver and metal gleamed in Alucard’s spectacles, and with a wide grin he admired every weapon that donned the walls. He turned to the bright red garment, or, Aya as it was more commonly known, and watched as the punk surveyed the weapons as well. Alucard wondered if they shared the same adoration for weapons, and although the Vampire was particularly attracted towards guns... whatever. He felt an itching that was far beyond skin-deep, and knew he was itching to kill. It was an eagerness he had learned to recognize over the years.

Aya did praise weapons a great deal, and so it was probable they had yet another thing in common. Light fingers slid along the glimmering blades, testing their sharpness against calloused pads. Upon inspection of Aya's hands, one would find that the palms and surfaces were smooth, almost marblesque; the digits were thin but not unhealthily so, and upon their tips were the pricks of flower thorns and toughened skin from the tight grip he placed upon his katana. It was perhaps in those two appendages that one could trace the toll which his profession had upon them. Once weak and breakable, they had become as such delicate yet deadly.
From a rack stationed upon the wall he selected a sword, turning it over as his eyes inspected it closely - it had been made using the folding method, and the element it was made of was quickly noted as silver. With a curt nod of satisfaction, he sheathed it in the scabbard located below its resting place. His head cocked to face Alucard, before he exited the way he had come, the new weapon now at his side. He found his comrades where he had left them, and they were discussing issues with Manx, who waved him over as he approached.
"We've sent Kritiker agents to barricade the street that you crashed your car on. Take Alucard with you to investigate the remains, and make sure that FREAK is indeed dead. It's bad enough knowing that Estet is endangering the people of Japan as well as England. Now go on, get out of here."
The redhead dipped his head in reply, no longer bothering to see if the Vampire was following as he moved towards the exit. Upon his shoulders, he noticed the weight of the fabric of Alucard's coat, taking into account that it kept him rather warm against the chill of the outside.

The Vampire followed Aya out the door, but his larger stride soon found him nearly in front of the young man. Alucard walked with an elegance, a beauty that surpassed all mortal things. His shoulders, broad and strong, swayed only slightly with each thrust of a foot, and upon a bit more scrutiny it would become apparent that not only was his frame muscular and strong, but his clothes were tailored to fit him nearly perfectly. His upper torso was hugged neatly, fabric tugged and left loose allow his figure absolute presence, absolute masculinity if not power. The gentle curve of his back, the swell of his chest and slim waist were all showcased by the black fabric. His long legs carried him with a nearly frightening confidence, as if one would be harmed if they did not approve, if they did not praise him or treat him with the utmost respect. Of course, Alucard had always walked like this, which was what made him such an imposing figure in the past. His subjects had fallen at his knees merely due to his stride, and they always had.
Until Van Hellsing, of course... but that was a different story.


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