Hellsing Fan Fiction / Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Beyond Mortal Blood ❯ Rivers of Blood ( Chapter 17 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: sadak0 
"The bloody wings of the immortal Fujimiya. Just like in the book. The sacrifice has begun." Only two others before Aya had been subjected to this ritual, and that had been at its creation in the Fujimiya family. Aya shuddered, pain stabbing at him relentlessly. He was already anticipating the next new hurt, but he found that readying himself for such absolute pain was impossible as another two lashed against his throat, squeezing ruthlessly until blood spilled forth from the neck profusely, painting over his chest and sliding down the restraints sinfully slow, gleaming brilliantly before splashing onto the floor.
Anime/Manga: Hellsing Fan Fiction / Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Action / Romance | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 06.28.2006 | Pages: 3 | Words: 7.5K | Visits: 538 | Status: Work In Progress
"The bloody wings of the immortal Fujimiya. Just like in the book. The sacrifice has begun." Only two others before Aya had been subjected to this ritual, and that had been at its creation in the Fujimiya family. Aya shuddered, pain stabbing at him relentlessly. He was already anticipating the next new hurt, but he found that readying himself for such absolute pain was impossible as another two lashed against his throat, squeezing ruthlessly until blood spilled forth from the neck profusely, painting over his chest and sliding down the restraints sinfully slow, gleaming brilliantly before splashing onto the floor.
Anime/Manga: Hellsing Fan Fiction / Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Action / Romance | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 06.28.2006 | Pages: 3 | Words: 7.5K | Visits: 538 | Status: Work In Progress
Hello, everyone! Welcome back to BMB. I think this will be the second or third to last chapter. D: I’m going to miss it, I truly will. D: However, I hope you all enjoy this chapter! No notes, however other from the normal apologies about OoCness.
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In some far off greenery known to the public as Ireland, there stood a tall man, incredibly imposing and quite odd-looking against the rolling emerald hills. In a uniform and cassock similar to that of a Catholic reverend, he was a man of God–and not only that, he was a man who killed for God, he considered himself the messenger of God’s purification. Anything that might be found Unholy, unable to be saved, under His eyes was destroyed under this man’s power–and one of his specialties was Vampires. Many a time he had crossed sword with gun against Alucard, and many a time had the Hellsing organization inform of treaty violations and the like. Of course, all seemed meaningless to him–God cared not for meaningless pieces of parchment! No, all that could be worried about was delivering His divine punishment, which could not–or should not, in any case–be stopped. The man was only in Ireland for a visit, as normally he took up quarters within Vatican City, but it wasn’t odd for him to drop by Ireland often. It was his birthplace, and there was a church familiar to him, located in a small town. He could stand and admire the grass for hours, and simply think about God and life and all the wonders of it all–he honestly could. Then, it was not abnormal for him to head back into the small town and back to the church. However, whilst pondering, he was interrupted by an irritating ringing coming from within his pocket, and calmly, he answered his cell phone, white-gloved hands gripping the object gently.
“Aye?” he answered, accent thick and obviously Irish.
A light breeze passed, and his stark-blonde hair was blown about in the breeze, a contrast to his tanned skin. A voice, dark and commanding in a clichéd sort of way, replied with,
“Alexander, there’s a situation in Japan–Vampires are springing up in a specific place–Tokyo. It’s also reported that Alucard is there as well...” the rest of the report trailed off in his mind, as he knew exactly what he must do, his electric lime-green eyes widened in excitement.
Tokyo, Japan. Right. He would buy a plane ticket as soon as possible, most likely it would be a 15-20 hour ride, nothing too much to be concerned about. Alucard would be there for longer if there was a large Vampire situation, that much was assured. And though the report had come late, it bore no consequence being that the Vampire had gathered himself from the depths of the earth and reformed. Oh, how he wanted to kill Alucard–so many times he had tried and failed. This time perhaps would be the time he succeeded, at least, he would make it to be so. He had the power of God on his side, ant the filthy Protestants would not stand in his way. Hellsing had been a hindrance on the special section of the Vatican since the organization’s formation. Iscariot, section XIII, had been around for centuries, whilst Hellsing could only about boast one hundred twenty years. They were newborns compared to Iscariot... but still, a legal organization all in their own right.
And Integra, the leader, possibly bore more of an iron fist than her own father did, a sharper mind as well. Not one to be trifled with, though he had come to the point of killing her more than once. Within the flurry that was his mind, conscious still worked, and he found himself working his way to Dublin, the capital where his small town was located near. Plane tickets would be simple to acquire with the assistance of the Vatican, and within no time he would be on his way to Tokyo. There, he would find some excitement. A crooked smile graced his gruff, stubbly face, twisting the large scar that stretched from his jaw line to his cheek in an odd fashion.
How fun...
With Omi and Yohji on the job of deciphering Schwarz's plan, Aya had nothing more to do than return to the house of those plotting against him. Stepping inside, he was greeted by a grinning idiot by no other name than Schuldig.
"How wonderful. Our new teammate is home," the man crowed, grinning in a positively wicked manner. Narrowed crimson eyes turned to him.
"Save it for someone who cares," the redhead growled, walking towards the kitchen. Schuldig seemed only half put off by Aya's response, towing after him.
"But FREAK boy, we have a mission for you. Don't you want it? We just know how you love to kill people." Aya's shoulder's shifted ever so slightly as he felt his mind latch onto those words hungrily, thriving off the need to kill someone, anything to satisfy his lust for death that seemed unquenchable.
"What's the mission?" Aya asked, leaning over his stolen supply of divine immortal nectar. Farfarello entered the room, standing alongside of Schuldig as he watched Aya empty the packet into a glass.
"Wouldn't you rather drink fresh blood? Straight from your victims?" Aya's grip upon the dish tightened, nearing to the point of shattering the delicate glass, as he loaded the two members of Schwarz with a heated glare.
"What's the mission?" he repeated, guzzling down the blood greedily. Another face appeared in the doorway, that of Crawford's.
"Kill Estet," he answered, a slight smirk upon his face.
"They're in the way, we need them removed," Farfarello interjected.
"Now, won't you do this for us, Aya?" Schuldig questioned, grinning. The redhead remained silent even after the last drop of blood slid down his throat, his mind reeling.
"...Fine," he muttered, finding it difficult to fight against the want and need to kill.
"Excellent," Crawford stated, turning away from the FREAK. "I trust you can handle it alone?"
Aya set the empty cup upon the counter, head cocked to the side. "I don't know where they are," he replied. "
Nagi can take you to them," Schuldig offered, bidding Farfarello to follow him as they walked towards the young boy's room.
"Nagi, Aya needs you to take him to Estet. You'll just be along for the ride, so what do you say?" Nagi glanced up from his computer, frowning slightly.
"All right, I'll take him."
The telekinetic stood, walking past his comrades to the swordsman, looking up at him. Aya returned to stare before walking to the door. Nagi followed after him, sitting beside Aya in the Porsche as the man once again pulled away from the house.
"Take the first left on this road," he commented, arms folded over his chest. The boy continued to rattle off directions as Aya came upon the turns and roads, and it was not long before the car sat before Estet's abode.
The assassin stepped out of the car, glancing to the sky briefly before he strolled through the doors. His sword was absent from his person, but that mattered very little, as his arms slowly melded into living canines. The scarlet irises flickered, and it would be obvious to any who knew Aya that he was no longer himself as he stalker the halls of the place, searching out the targets Schwarz had sent him after. They had served their purpose in the scheme of things, and it was time that they perished. It wasn't long before Aya found that they were easy pickings, and the bloodshed was over much too quickly for his current liking.
That was, until his mind returned to its sanity as he ventured back out into the daylight, and then into his car. Nagi cocked his head to the side, looking over at Aya.
"You took your sweet time," he commented.
"Did I?" The redhead reconsidered how long he had been in the building, glancing overhead at the sun dipping lower in the sky.
Maybe it had seemed quick, but the actual searching had taken time to dispose of them. Or maybe he had made their deaths long and painful. He couldn't quite remember, now that his mind was no longer under the control of the chip.
"Oh well," the redhead muttered, putting the Porsche into gear as he drove back towards the Schwarz home.
For Anderson, only a few more hours remained in the plane ride, and it was now nighttime was slowly falling in Japan. The priest had fallen asleep during the ride, but now was wide awake, green orbs staring down at the brilliant display of lights. Steadily, he could feel his excitement growing, swelling, bubbling within him. To fight Alucard was his main concern–his blood boiled at the thought. How he’d love to finally rip down that Vampire from his haughty frame of mind. Anderson thrived on the fact that Alucard was still alive, fed on like a leech, like the very Vampires he despised, the thought of finally destroying the No-Life-King. A dark face, set in stone, twitched slightly, and a wild grin dared to tug his lips upward, but all that was shown was a small smirk. Just a bit longer, and finally, God would rain his punishment down upon the Vampires–and Alexander Anderson would be the one to deliver the message.
He smiled.
Alucard, on the other hand, had taken his time following Aya, blending with the many inky shadows that were available to him. Certainly he had an opening to do something, anything, but his curiosity had the better of him, as it had a tendency of doing. Besides, what more could he do than observes, something he had wanted to do in anycase? He had been surprised with the fact that Aya had killed Estet with such willingness, as he had watched him assigned to the mission, but perhaps the assassin was truer Vampire than Alucard had thought. Or, perhaps that was simply the chip speaking. Either way, seeing the bloodshed, had excited him a little, and the need to kill rose again, which was slightly unsettling. However, he knew it was imperative that he follow, and not make his presence known–there was something ground-breaking about to occur. Night had covered Tokyo–wonderful.
Truly.
With night now having fallen, Aya had returned with Nagi to the Schwarz household, and as the team of assassins slept, the redhead merely sat upon the couch. He was finally allowed the peace and quiet he craved to think, without Schuldig prattling on in his presence, either bragging or pestering him about this and that. He had gotten one thing clear with the man, that was for sure. Schuldig was not to mention anything of Aya's getting raped, without risking his head and dick over it. And Farfarello. Who would have thought he would be second on Aya's hit list to maim - frankly, Aya was sick of hearing about how Farf wished to seek revenge on God, who had so deeply betrayed him. And then Crawford came to the list, though he had a predisposition to not like the man that had beaten him often in the past. Nagi was the last of Schwarz he would go after, if he went after the boy at all. The young telekinetic was quiet, didn't cause any trouble, and stayed in his room most of the time. A thought occured to him, and silently he wondered if he was actually growing used to Schwarz in a sort of way he never would have felt before had he not become a FREAK. He was thinking of them almost in a way that he thought of Weiss.
Soft feet padded along the floor, nearing the living room in which the immortal FREAK was located. Aya glanced to the intruder not out of curiosity but out of necessity to know who wished to interrupt his contemplation. The youngest of Schwarz hovered upon the threshold leading into the large space, a delicate hand resting upon the wall.
"Shouldn't you be sleeping?" the redhead now asked with disinterest, seated comfortably on the couch. Night around the Schwarz home was the only time it seemed that he could obtain peace.
Nagi appeared tentative as he slipped quietly into the room, hands now clasped in front of him - it was the most childish the assassin had seen the boy.
"I can't sleep," Nagi replied, gaze drifting to the couch and then to Aya questioningly.
"It's fine, sit down," the vampire murmured, head cocked back as he looked at the ceiling. And curiously now he glanced as weight settle startlingly close to him, the boy resting against his arm.
"If you're looking for comfort, I'm terrible with it," Aya began, awkwardly.
A small smile appeared upon Nagi's lips as he shook his head. "That's not true, I saw how you comforted Omi after what I did... And after he found out he was a Takatori. That's why he cares so deeply for you; I think he looks to you as an older brother, or maybe even a father. You're always there for him when he needs someone."
As Aya considered it, he found the fact to be undeniably true, and he merely shrugged. The motion in turn acted as a domino effect, and Nagi promptly fell into the man's lap. Instead of moving however, the young telekinetic merely stretched out upon his stomach, chin resting against Aya's leg. His hands lighted gently upon the appendage as well, and quietly he sighed.
"Even though you're a killer too, you're much softer than my comrades."
Aya cocked his head to the side, "I'm now a comrade of yours too," he commented, wondering just where this conversation was going - surely Nagi wasn't searching for a cuddle buddy or a lover in him (as he was still quite bound to Alucard).
Nagi shook his head slightly, turning his head to rest his cheek on Aya's thigh as he glanced up at Weiss' leader.
"I don't think you are," Nagi replied softly. "I think you're playing Schwarz for fools, and frankly I don't plan on letting the others know. They plan on killing Omi in their schemes and..." the boy's voice fell away, and quietly the older assassin finished the sentence -
"You still care for him."
Nagi closed his eyes, "I still love him," he corrected. "I thought that us turning out to be enemies was clue enough that we weren't meant to be together. So I let myself get interested in Tot - I thought maybe I could forget how I felt for Omi..."
"Omi is still upset about your relationship with Tot. It added betrayal to deception," Aya answered.
Nagi frowned, "Talk about adding insult to injury, huh? I still regret it."
Aya nodded, alabaster fingers drifting through the dark brown hair - it was a gesture he had displayed quite often when the ginger-haired boy came to him troubled.
"What would you have done? If Alucard had turned out to be your enemy - if we hadn't forced you to kill him - would you have gone to someone else to take your mind off of him? What about now? Will you find yourself another lover now that he's dead?"
Aya almost - almost - smiled at the thought.
"Nagi, even though Alucard is dead, he'd find a way to kill me if I even entertained the thought of dating someone else."
Nagi let out a soft chuckle, "Dating? So did you consider him your boyfriend then?" he inquired, "From what I saw of him, he seemed much too cruel for you two to have a relationship like that."
Not even Aya could resist smirking at the thought of Alucard as a boyfriend or even boyfriend material - the man was the absolute worst candidate for such a position (well, unless you were including sex because the Vampire was damn good at that). The two exchanged the entertained expression before Nagi reached up to place his hand against the redhead's cheek.
"You really care for him... And you miss him, don't you, Aya?"
A soft sigh escaped the FREAK, though it was not needed as he no longer breathed.
"You're too much like Omi; you and he are as perceptive as they come. Alucard... I guess I do care for him, even following his death. Pulling that trigger was... It was like shooting Aya-Chan."
The room grew silent as the statement was made, as if even the house were reverent of that girl's name. Nagi bit his lip, finding that he had touched upon a very sensitive subject with his newfound comrade.
"...How's Omi?" the boy asked after what seemed like an eternity of quiet, "I haven't seen him since we last fought."
Aya relished the change of subject, fingers tousling the soft locks beneath his palm.
"The last I saw of Omi, he was holding up fine."
Nagi nodded, "That's good... Do you think he misses me even now?"
Aya tilted his head down, brushing a chaste kiss over the telekinetic's forehead.
"You should ask him for yourself."
Nagi downcast his gaze, using the swordsman's leg as a pillow, "I'm... Afraid to."
Aya tilted his head back, fingers combing through the dark locks.
"Go to sleep, Nagi. Worrying over his answer isn't going to get you far."
The younger of the two nodded very briefly, allowing his eyes to fall shut as he reminisced of his time spent with Omi, before the only thing between them were arrows and mind bullets. They had been happy, and then they're professions had panned them against each other. Fate was rotten, but maybe they still had a chance...
Such were Nagi's thoughts as he finally drifted into slumber, leaving Aya to his own memories of time spent with Alucard, before the FREAK chip had come between them. He had not seen the Vampire since he had fled their last confrontation. Hopefully Alucard knew Aya wasn't truly against him, but merely playing out a role until he acquired the information needed. But what of their relationship? Would it still remain with Aya being a creature Alucard despised? He'd finally come to an agreement with himself that he did care for Alucard, but could he ever feel for the man as deeply as Nagi and Omi cared for one another, even after almost a year of fighting? Both seemed to understand clearly the state of love, a concept that baffled Aya still. The word - the emotion - just didn't seem to fit when he thought of Alucard, and was that saying something of their relationship, or had they made a new twisted emotion to convey how they felt? Provided that dark-haired man even thought of Aya as more than property and an ever-giving sex plaything, the redhead couldn't tell now. He'd shot and almost killed Alucard, and then they had met briefly upon the roof, at which time Alucard had no qualms with devouring his body to destroy him.
Maybe they were through, but somehow he couldn't see that being the case.
From the shadows, a thick, inky substance poured, flames licking at the air, dark and brimming with a crackling red aura. They crawled their way up the couch, then slid into a murky puddle next to Aya, bubbling with black swells. Within moments, however, the hue was changed to a more carmine colour, and the fluid rose and exploded, slowly, forming limbs and a vibrant scarlet coat. From the mass extended hands, clad in white cloth, feet encased in thick boots, and a strong neck, around it wrapped a long flowing tie, matching the coat colour. The neck soon grew larger, until what was actually a head, with handsome, sharp features remained. Thick, silken sable fell tousled about the olive face, and with a swift motion, Alucard shook them away, revealing bright crimson orbs. Eyeing Aya carefully, he smirked.
“Well, now, punk, I didn’t know you cared,” he cooed teasingly. “And you said it was like shooting your sister? That’s simply touching...”
With that, Alucard leaned close, pulling the redhead against his body and nuzzling him softly, inhaling the scent of his blood as his face brushed the assassin’s neck. Oh, it smelled delicious. How he’d love to see it covering the young man, for Aya to be shrieking in pain–and at Alucard’s hands. The pallid body twitching and jerking, the vio–well, crimson orbs wide open and flooded with pain and agony, all such enticing thoughts. The Vampire wanted to remove Aya’s heart, have it beat within his hands, and squeeze it until no blood remained–and he’d certainly drink all that was forced out. God, why was he only thinking and not acting? The punk was right here, in his hands, all that delicious fluid flowing inside of him... aching to dribble down the Vampire’s throat... No. No, while he had appeared to play, there was a bigger task at hand.
“So, punk, mind telling me what’s going on? I’d be quite pleased if you did,” he purred into Aya’s ear, sliding a tongue over the upper-cartilage, forced hot breath pouring over it. “You’re a FREAK, Schwarz has turned you... I’m sure you know more than I do.”
Aya stiffened as Alucard materialized next to him. So, the Vampire had heard everything he had said to Nagi in confidence. He should have known better than to speak so openly about his new found wisdom about his feelings. The redhead glanced down to Nagi, brow cocked as tried to figure just how deeply Nagi was asleep. The kid could after all have been sent to get information from Aya that he wouldn't be willing to give to the others. Presently he tried to ignore the swell of pleasure pulling at his ear, urging him to let his mind drift back into the lust he had been absent of in that last day. The redhead turned his countenance to the side, allowing it to hover dangerously close to Alucard's as he looked at him.
"Schwarz's goal is to eradicate the human race," Aya murmured, voice quiet and altogether sensuous. "The FREAK chip they implanted in me, when I'm not constantly fighting for control, forces me to do their bidding. They turned me to wipe out their last remaining annoyances."
Scarlet irises darted down to look at the young telekinetic as he stirred, curling up into a more comfortable position in Aya's lap as he mumbled a familiar name:
"Omi..."
Aya turned his attention back to Alucard, and inevitably had to shackle down his control. He'd almost forgotten Schwarz had put special attention into making him lose control in the presence of Alucard.
"There's a ritual in my family that is used to kill Fujimiya that have become immortal, and through it obtain absolute power. Schwarz plans to use it to dispose of me and use the power they get from the sacrifice to wipe out mankind. They've got something else planned, but I'm not sure what it is, but it has something to do with cloning my sister."
The assassin pulled back slightly, his mind roaring violently to life, crying out for blood and the death of the man sitting along side of him. His eyes narrowed, a deeply feral hunger alighting in the gaze and painting it molten. What he wouldn't give to lung at Alucard, rip him limb from limb just to watch the blood splash color to the walls.
He wanted...
He wanted to kiss that bastard!
His eyes widened slightly, almost in surprise, as the thought crashed through the bloodshed his mind was gleefully thinking up, like an arrow cutting cleanly through murky waters. Surely he had just mistaken the word kiss for kill, and he mulled over it and tried to switch out the words. The desire to lean forward and taste the familiar lips would not budge from where it had rooted itself firmly as his first priority. Eh, it wasn't as if Aya could complain with the idea. The garnet gems fell slowly shut, and he drew his face closer to Alucard's, ivory lips drifting to contact their olive counterparts. This reminded him painfully of yet another reason he did not wish to be a FREAK. Alucard despised the creatures. Alabaster fingers slipped into the Vampire's dark tresses, curling into them as Aya held the kiss for several more moments. His hand lingered in the black silk, and he pulled his face back half an inch, eyes sliding half open.
"I won't be able to prevent the sacrifice from starting," the redhead began, voice hushed.
"They wanted you dead so you couldn't interrupt it, and the ritual must be done within a cathedral. I trust it won't be far from here. Can you intervene once it has begun?"
Aya loathed - really loathed - the idea of Alucard saving him, but the man was probably that only one strong enough for the task.
Alucard hadn’t argued at all with the kiss–in fact, it was rather refreshing, though invigorated a few lusts within his body, which may have gone without saying. He argued even less with the suggestion of “rescuing” Aya. Oh, that would be fun indeed. Surely, it was planned and a bit required for the safety of mankind and all (something he wouldn’t give a damn about if they weren’t his food supply, not to mention it was in the job contract), but still! The punk would be at his mercy and that would be interesting. He’d have his fun. The urge to kill was still fiery, but he could only offer his consent and fade back into the shadows, as he couldn’t hang around for long, what with others in the building. As his body finally faded into the ink that lined the walls and corners, he found himself speculating on Aya’s confession. So, the redhead did harbor some tenderness in his heart for the Vampire? That seemed nearly unheard of, but the feeling stirred within the Vampire, causing a bit of pride. Though being referred to as a “boyfriend” was a bit odd... he could never use such a term in reference to himself or Aya. Especially Aya, who was merely property. Property that he himself could possibly harbor affectionate feelings for. Property that he fucked... hard. Well, even so, it did not change their relationship, only the fact that the Vampire now held something else over the assassin’s head. Out in the streets, he met another love, the night and moon, and in the shadows, admired them whilst thinking. Could he say he “loved” Aya? No. Certainly not. It was nowhere near the feelings he had felt for Mina. But he considered something else. Perhaps it was just a different flavour...
All the while, Alexander Anderson’s plane had landed, and he knew it would only be short moments before he located the Vampire. It could not take that long, surely, as he had been given a few more hints as he landed as to the location of the Vampire. Not to mention, he was allowed constant support, so if there were problems, they could be located within no time. The building he was nearing was apparently the household of some important group, and he could sense the disturbances in the air, the evil that hung about the blackness in the streets, that the Vampire was close. Within moments he would be feeling the aroma of malevolence (which did have a smell, contrary to popular belief) hanging beneath his strong nose. His spectacles reflected the brightness of the ivory moon above him, and he could feel it... a sharp sensation shot through him, like a silver bullet rocketing up his spine. An alleyway, a street, something so close... so in reach. Gloved hands, each written upon, clenched tightly in excitement. It fizzed within him, bubbling madly, growing each second. His bright white teeth bit down on his lower lip as he moved frantically, scanning and scouring the area. Anderson was so close, he had come all this way...
At that moment, black shadows stirred, swirling about. Alucard had seen the man... and his appearance was an invitation to a fight, as that was all he would ever come for. And a fight was what the Vampire was aching for.
“Priest...” he called out to the night. “Let’s take this somewhere less crowded...”
Anderson smiled wickedly. “Lead the way, Vampire.”
Even so, Aya hadn't agreed with the term 'boyfriend' either, as he and Alucard were just not the type. Omi and Nagi were the stereotypical boyfriends, cute and sweet with each other. Alucard and Aya were just... Fucked up. It was an understatement to say that they didn't fit in the norm. They'd made a new mold altogether to house their relationship. The redhead glanced down to Nagi, still sleeping peacefully in his lap. With a sigh he shook his head, arms slipping under the boy to heft him up against his chest. With the task done, the FREAK stood and made his way towards Nagi's room, the boy in arms. He deposited the telekinetic gently onto his bed, as he'd done before with Omi, before turning out of the room, sliding the door shut behind him.
Crimson eyes glanced up to find Schuldig poking his head out of his room, eyes reflecting tired annoyance.
"Don't you ever sleep?" he asked, glaring at the redhead. Aya cocked his head to the side, a red brow rising at the inquiry.
"It's night," he replied, turning on his heel to venture down the hallway. Irritation twitched in his right cheek as he heard footsteps following after him.
"Yeah, but you don't sleep during the day either!" Mastermind exclaimed, most likely waking the other occupants of the house. "You're a vampire aren't you? Should you, ya know, sleep during the day and prowl the night or something like that?"
Aya shrugged, "Something like that," he murmured, ivory fingers slipping around one of the several blood packs he had so sneakily stolen.
He retrieved a glass, pouring the essence in it before he looked suspiciously at the blood. It smelled... Different. He couldn't pinpoint the scent, but something about the liquid was just not right. Experimentally he sipped at it, and sure enough there was foreign taste, as if something had been added to it, and as he began to draw the cup away from his mouth, his mind forced his limbs to work against his goals. He whirled to face Schuldig, who was notably grinning for all he was wickedly worth, head tilted to the side.
"Drink up, puppet," he snickered, probing within Aya's mind as the chip helped him to keep the redhead in line. "Oh my, your mind is an absolute war zone. Having problems controlling yourself, Aya?"
Aya's grip upon the glass loosened, and loudly it crashed to the floor, scattering shards about the tile. Booted feet advanced on Schuldig, but he stopped short, wavering as his gaze found not only one Mastermind before him, but five of them, circling about the man and very nearly transparent. An alabaster hand fisted onto the kitchen counter, holding him steady as his other moved to his temple.
"Knock out drugs. Damn," the redhead muttered, trying to concentrate his foggy gaze, but furiously quick his vision slipping into darkness, and his unconscious body pivoted forward, caught in the arms of a cocky Schuldig.
Mastermind turned as his other companions opened the doors to their rooms, brought by the commotion to locate the source.
Crawford smirked, "He took the bait? I'd think a vampire would know tainted blood at first taste."
Schuldig chuckled, "Oh, he did. He was, however, forced to drink it through other methods."
Farfarello ambled forward, reaching out to pick up the pale body. "What are we waiting for? Let's get on with the ritual."
Schuldig turned to Nagi who now stood outside his room, watching them in silence. He had known of this before, but now it bothered him. His eyes shifted to Aya, and he wondered momentarily if his conversation with the man earlier had allowed him to feel for the man as Omi did.
"Nagi, fetch the book," Schuldig drawled, grinning.
The boy let out a short sigh, stepping back into his room and returning moments later with a thick, leather bound volume in his hands. Crawford relieved him of it, and then made his way to the door to catch up with the other two members of Schwarz.
"Nagi, won't you join us?" Brad inquired, hovering over the threshold.
"I'm not in the mood," Nagi answered, shaking his head as he disappeared back into his room. A frown set upon the man face, but he shrugged it away and followed the twisted members of his team out the door and into the car.
Inside an old warehouse, voices echoed in the crispness of the night. Papers lined the inside, nailed to the wall by long, silver bayonets–a barrier against Vampire magic.
“Run down buildings aren’t too difficult to locate in a huge city like this, are they, Alucard?”
“I would say so.”
“I’m going to destroy you once and for all, monster.”
“Let’s see how that goes.”
Within seconds, Anderson was moving forward, bayonets at his sides, glowing brightly in the moonlight that managed to seep through the roof. Though he was large in figure, he was surprisingly nimble, and as his coat fluttered behind him in dizzying patterns, he soon found himself within feet of the Vampire. Alucard had yet to move even an inch until Alexander was within inches of him, silver blade threatening to pierce his body. At this moment, he pitched forward and turned on his heel, pulling a silver gun from under the vibrant red of his coat and firing it straight at the priest’s head. Split seconds after the crackling bang sounded, Anderson fell back, the bullet having connected quite solidly. Blood spilled and flew out across the dusty, decrepit terrain. Soon after, his entire body met the floor, forehead smoking madly. Alucard chuckled, gun still raised and finger still on the trigger. Long moments passed between them,
moments filled with nothing but silence and the tendrils of smoke snaking their way into the atmosphere. The Vampire shifted not an inch until the priest stirred, at which point a smirk allowed the monster’s lips to part.
This was why Anderson was a worthy opponent. Even after such a perfect bullet to the head, due to his regenerative abilities he was able to rise once more. Alexander’s forehead was scrunched in a disgusting pattern, forming a well in the center of it, the tanned flesh still slightly smoking. He smiled, cackling. Oddly enough, the Vampire followed suite, but as he was laughing, his finger pulled the trigger, and another bullet was fired, which Anderson deftly dodged. The priest was charging forward again, and in a burst of speed, he lodged a blessed blade into the side of the Vampire, causing Alucard’s eyes to widen in pain, and he fell forward slightly, giving Anderson enough time to jab another bayonet into the small of Alucard’s back. The Vampire jerked backwards in pain, whispering a cuss under his breath as he reached to rip it out. The priest sidestepped and thrust another blade into the Vampire’s throat, and Alucard choked on his own curses as blood spilled down the front of his attire. Alexander moved forward to made the final blow, but unbeknownst to him, Alucard had brandished both guns, and with a playful smirk now gracing his features, he fired in the priest’s direction, bullets flying across the air, nailing the priest in his arms and shoulder, causing him to hit the ground. As he did so, the last of the bloodied blades fell to the ground, the red substance finding its way back to beneath Alucard’s very boots, soaking back into him. Within seconds, the Vampire had healed, and he smiled at Anderson.
“Why don’t you take the barrier down, we could have more fun that way,” he suggested mischievously.
Alexander sneered, “If you think that I’ll let you use your filthy magic in my presence, you’ve another thing coming, ya monster.”
Alucard shrugged. “Suit yourself,” he replied cavalierly, and Jackal fired another bullet.
Aya grimaced, eyes sliding open to look at his surroundings, the undeniable taste of knock-out drugs lingering within his mouth. The scarlet gaze turned down to watch as Schuldig's blood coated finger completed the pentacle beneath him, the crimson essence tracing a circle around the the mystical symbol, binding him and locking him into it, the words of the Fujimiya family gleaming in blood upon the insignia. His own blood would be the very thing
that wrenched from him his immortality. Fists clenched, the redhead struggled against the bonds that burned marks into his wrists. A wicked grin was flashed in his direction as Schuldig turned to Farfarello.
"Care to do the honors, Farf?" The Irish psychopath released a deep chuckle, fingers sliding along the weathered page of a book presently in his hands. Words strongly accented, he began the ritual as the other Schwarz members stepped back.
"Blut des Fujimiya, Opfer an uns das Kind Ihrer Vorfahren, beschmutzt mit dem ewigen Leben Ihres Verrats. Verschütten Sie weiter den unsterblichen Nektar und bewilligen Sie an uns seine uneingeschränkte Kraft."
As the reciting fell to a close, eyes turned upon Aya expectantly. Nothing had changed, the redhead hung there with his arms stretched to either side of him, silver restraints clasped to his wrists - connected to the ceiling a fair width apart. He glared about the room, glancing
towards the high beamed ceiling of the cathedral and he took a moment to look searchingly around the place. Surely Schwarz had killed the prie - now he remembered, the sacrifice area had to be clean of the blood of others.
Crawford's brow twitched, "Farfarello, did you recite everything? It doesn't seem to be working."
Mastermind was absolutely livid, "What gives? Isn't there supposed to be a lot of blood? The book says there should be enough blood to bathe in - right? The FREAK chip must be screwing it up."
Farfarello shrugged, looking at Aya curiously as the chains suspending the redhead quivered violently. With a loud clang the bonds shattered, shards of silver burying into the wall, embedding into the ground, but the redhead remained hovering just over the pentagram, his feet never disturbing the crimson symbol traced diligently upon the ground. From the blood-drawn symbol upon the floor, four crimson whips suddenly lashed out, wrapping several times about Aya's wrists before tightening, already gleaming bloody before even the essence from Aya's wrists began to coat them.
The redhead winced, the new bonds ever more powerful than the previous, and though the silver had been painful to his Vampire flesh, these whips were unbearable, digging savagely deep into his skin, acting now as the force to keep him suspended, and bidding his sweet blood to flow.
Farfarello grinned, "It just took a little time, that's all. Have patience. This is our revenge on God... We must savor it!"
Hungrily he licked his lips as four more blood-made ropes snaked from the pentacle, phenomenal speeds thrusting them forward, casting about his shoulders repeatedly before growing tight. The speed of it, and the sheer strength of their task, however, was so great that when they clasped eagerly to the bared alabaster flesh, crimson essence spurted onto the wall behind Aya, splattering in such a way that it appeared bloody wings were jutting sickly from his shoulders, stretching far in their length.
"This is it," Schuldig cackled.
"The bloody wings of the immortal Fujimiya. Just like in the book. The sacrifice has begun." Only two others before Aya had been subjected to this ritual, and that had been at its creation in the Fujimiya family. Aya shuddered, pain stabbing at him relentlessly. He was already anticipating the next new hurt, but he found that readying himself for such absolute pain was impossible as another two lashed against his throat, squeezing ruthlessly until blood spilled forth from the neck profusely, painting over his chest and sliding down the restraints sinfully slow, gleaming brilliantly before splashing onto the floor.
Rapidly the crimson-coated whips came in succession, wrapping into his forearms and biceps and clinging tightly with a life of their own. More still carving into the ivory chest, the abdomen, and the assassin could feel as they grate against his ribs, daring to slice into his ribs. They dug and cut into his thighs and calves, crimson brimming from the new wounds. The flesh between the ropes swelled softly about their unforgiving restraints. The blood flowing was now immense, dripping from his face as it splashed onto the cheeks, his lips, casting upon the wall before dribbling down the wall to the floor, the wings left forever burned into Aya's background as the ritual continued on. So much blood already poured, and he could feel himself beginning to actually weaken. And sickly he felt the same immortal nectar as it slipped down his cheeks, thin rivers spilling from his eyes as the pain became too great. Scarlet irises looked to the floor, gazing at the blood that before him lay scattered as far as Schwarz's feet. Fangs sank into his bottom lip as he clenched his eyes shut, thrashing his head to the side as yet more restraints cast onto his flesh. As the blood splashed into his mouth, he was thrown into a sudden frenzy, an unquenchable hunger for blood. There was so much splattered on the floor, scent so tantalizingly sweet and bidding.
"Ah...!" he could scarcely form a coherent sentence, the ropes about his throat seeming to try to prevent him from doing just that.
In a pained attempt, he thrashed against his bonds, trying desperately to pull from them as he lunged forward, forcing the crimson bindings deeper into his skin, drawing from him more of the substance that kept him alive, and that he hungered now insanely for.
"Alucard!" his voice echoed upon the walls of the room, desperate and on the brink of utter dismay, feeling that the energy of his body was draining with every drop of blood that escaped him, stealign away to the floor.
"Where the hell are you!"
If Alucard didn't show himself soon, Aya was going to die. Completely and totally die.
Farfarello smirked, shaking his head. "Our little puppet is delusional. He thinks his Vampire is alive, that he's going to save him."
Wild crimson eyes stared down at the circle as his reins grew ever more unyielding, and still more were snaking up from the pentacle, slithering onto his limbs and clamping upon them like leeches, feeding hungrily off the blood they bid to continue raining down its immortal blessing. Schuldig and Crawford exchanged troubled glances, and Mastermind was the first to speak.
"Aya's not a fool. He wouldn't call out for a dead man."
Crawford glanced from Aya, who was dressed only in the garb of his sin - his own immortal blood, and then back to Schuldig.
"You don't think..."
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In some far off greenery known to the public as Ireland, there stood a tall man, incredibly imposing and quite odd-looking against the rolling emerald hills. In a uniform and cassock similar to that of a Catholic reverend, he was a man of God–and not only that, he was a man who killed for God, he considered himself the messenger of God’s purification. Anything that might be found Unholy, unable to be saved, under His eyes was destroyed under this man’s power–and one of his specialties was Vampires. Many a time he had crossed sword with gun against Alucard, and many a time had the Hellsing organization inform of treaty violations and the like. Of course, all seemed meaningless to him–God cared not for meaningless pieces of parchment! No, all that could be worried about was delivering His divine punishment, which could not–or should not, in any case–be stopped. The man was only in Ireland for a visit, as normally he took up quarters within Vatican City, but it wasn’t odd for him to drop by Ireland often. It was his birthplace, and there was a church familiar to him, located in a small town. He could stand and admire the grass for hours, and simply think about God and life and all the wonders of it all–he honestly could. Then, it was not abnormal for him to head back into the small town and back to the church. However, whilst pondering, he was interrupted by an irritating ringing coming from within his pocket, and calmly, he answered his cell phone, white-gloved hands gripping the object gently.
“Aye?” he answered, accent thick and obviously Irish.
A light breeze passed, and his stark-blonde hair was blown about in the breeze, a contrast to his tanned skin. A voice, dark and commanding in a clichéd sort of way, replied with,
“Alexander, there’s a situation in Japan–Vampires are springing up in a specific place–Tokyo. It’s also reported that Alucard is there as well...” the rest of the report trailed off in his mind, as he knew exactly what he must do, his electric lime-green eyes widened in excitement.
Tokyo, Japan. Right. He would buy a plane ticket as soon as possible, most likely it would be a 15-20 hour ride, nothing too much to be concerned about. Alucard would be there for longer if there was a large Vampire situation, that much was assured. And though the report had come late, it bore no consequence being that the Vampire had gathered himself from the depths of the earth and reformed. Oh, how he wanted to kill Alucard–so many times he had tried and failed. This time perhaps would be the time he succeeded, at least, he would make it to be so. He had the power of God on his side, ant the filthy Protestants would not stand in his way. Hellsing had been a hindrance on the special section of the Vatican since the organization’s formation. Iscariot, section XIII, had been around for centuries, whilst Hellsing could only about boast one hundred twenty years. They were newborns compared to Iscariot... but still, a legal organization all in their own right.
And Integra, the leader, possibly bore more of an iron fist than her own father did, a sharper mind as well. Not one to be trifled with, though he had come to the point of killing her more than once. Within the flurry that was his mind, conscious still worked, and he found himself working his way to Dublin, the capital where his small town was located near. Plane tickets would be simple to acquire with the assistance of the Vatican, and within no time he would be on his way to Tokyo. There, he would find some excitement. A crooked smile graced his gruff, stubbly face, twisting the large scar that stretched from his jaw line to his cheek in an odd fashion.
How fun...
With Omi and Yohji on the job of deciphering Schwarz's plan, Aya had nothing more to do than return to the house of those plotting against him. Stepping inside, he was greeted by a grinning idiot by no other name than Schuldig.
"How wonderful. Our new teammate is home," the man crowed, grinning in a positively wicked manner. Narrowed crimson eyes turned to him.
"Save it for someone who cares," the redhead growled, walking towards the kitchen. Schuldig seemed only half put off by Aya's response, towing after him.
"But FREAK boy, we have a mission for you. Don't you want it? We just know how you love to kill people." Aya's shoulder's shifted ever so slightly as he felt his mind latch onto those words hungrily, thriving off the need to kill someone, anything to satisfy his lust for death that seemed unquenchable.
"What's the mission?" Aya asked, leaning over his stolen supply of divine immortal nectar. Farfarello entered the room, standing alongside of Schuldig as he watched Aya empty the packet into a glass.
"Wouldn't you rather drink fresh blood? Straight from your victims?" Aya's grip upon the dish tightened, nearing to the point of shattering the delicate glass, as he loaded the two members of Schwarz with a heated glare.
"What's the mission?" he repeated, guzzling down the blood greedily. Another face appeared in the doorway, that of Crawford's.
"Kill Estet," he answered, a slight smirk upon his face.
"They're in the way, we need them removed," Farfarello interjected.
"Now, won't you do this for us, Aya?" Schuldig questioned, grinning. The redhead remained silent even after the last drop of blood slid down his throat, his mind reeling.
"...Fine," he muttered, finding it difficult to fight against the want and need to kill.
"Excellent," Crawford stated, turning away from the FREAK. "I trust you can handle it alone?"
Aya set the empty cup upon the counter, head cocked to the side. "I don't know where they are," he replied. "
Nagi can take you to them," Schuldig offered, bidding Farfarello to follow him as they walked towards the young boy's room.
"Nagi, Aya needs you to take him to Estet. You'll just be along for the ride, so what do you say?" Nagi glanced up from his computer, frowning slightly.
"All right, I'll take him."
The telekinetic stood, walking past his comrades to the swordsman, looking up at him. Aya returned to stare before walking to the door. Nagi followed after him, sitting beside Aya in the Porsche as the man once again pulled away from the house.
"Take the first left on this road," he commented, arms folded over his chest. The boy continued to rattle off directions as Aya came upon the turns and roads, and it was not long before the car sat before Estet's abode.
The assassin stepped out of the car, glancing to the sky briefly before he strolled through the doors. His sword was absent from his person, but that mattered very little, as his arms slowly melded into living canines. The scarlet irises flickered, and it would be obvious to any who knew Aya that he was no longer himself as he stalker the halls of the place, searching out the targets Schwarz had sent him after. They had served their purpose in the scheme of things, and it was time that they perished. It wasn't long before Aya found that they were easy pickings, and the bloodshed was over much too quickly for his current liking.
That was, until his mind returned to its sanity as he ventured back out into the daylight, and then into his car. Nagi cocked his head to the side, looking over at Aya.
"You took your sweet time," he commented.
"Did I?" The redhead reconsidered how long he had been in the building, glancing overhead at the sun dipping lower in the sky.
Maybe it had seemed quick, but the actual searching had taken time to dispose of them. Or maybe he had made their deaths long and painful. He couldn't quite remember, now that his mind was no longer under the control of the chip.
"Oh well," the redhead muttered, putting the Porsche into gear as he drove back towards the Schwarz home.
For Anderson, only a few more hours remained in the plane ride, and it was now nighttime was slowly falling in Japan. The priest had fallen asleep during the ride, but now was wide awake, green orbs staring down at the brilliant display of lights. Steadily, he could feel his excitement growing, swelling, bubbling within him. To fight Alucard was his main concern–his blood boiled at the thought. How he’d love to finally rip down that Vampire from his haughty frame of mind. Anderson thrived on the fact that Alucard was still alive, fed on like a leech, like the very Vampires he despised, the thought of finally destroying the No-Life-King. A dark face, set in stone, twitched slightly, and a wild grin dared to tug his lips upward, but all that was shown was a small smirk. Just a bit longer, and finally, God would rain his punishment down upon the Vampires–and Alexander Anderson would be the one to deliver the message.
He smiled.
Alucard, on the other hand, had taken his time following Aya, blending with the many inky shadows that were available to him. Certainly he had an opening to do something, anything, but his curiosity had the better of him, as it had a tendency of doing. Besides, what more could he do than observes, something he had wanted to do in anycase? He had been surprised with the fact that Aya had killed Estet with such willingness, as he had watched him assigned to the mission, but perhaps the assassin was truer Vampire than Alucard had thought. Or, perhaps that was simply the chip speaking. Either way, seeing the bloodshed, had excited him a little, and the need to kill rose again, which was slightly unsettling. However, he knew it was imperative that he follow, and not make his presence known–there was something ground-breaking about to occur. Night had covered Tokyo–wonderful.
Truly.
With night now having fallen, Aya had returned with Nagi to the Schwarz household, and as the team of assassins slept, the redhead merely sat upon the couch. He was finally allowed the peace and quiet he craved to think, without Schuldig prattling on in his presence, either bragging or pestering him about this and that. He had gotten one thing clear with the man, that was for sure. Schuldig was not to mention anything of Aya's getting raped, without risking his head and dick over it. And Farfarello. Who would have thought he would be second on Aya's hit list to maim - frankly, Aya was sick of hearing about how Farf wished to seek revenge on God, who had so deeply betrayed him. And then Crawford came to the list, though he had a predisposition to not like the man that had beaten him often in the past. Nagi was the last of Schwarz he would go after, if he went after the boy at all. The young telekinetic was quiet, didn't cause any trouble, and stayed in his room most of the time. A thought occured to him, and silently he wondered if he was actually growing used to Schwarz in a sort of way he never would have felt before had he not become a FREAK. He was thinking of them almost in a way that he thought of Weiss.
Soft feet padded along the floor, nearing the living room in which the immortal FREAK was located. Aya glanced to the intruder not out of curiosity but out of necessity to know who wished to interrupt his contemplation. The youngest of Schwarz hovered upon the threshold leading into the large space, a delicate hand resting upon the wall.
"Shouldn't you be sleeping?" the redhead now asked with disinterest, seated comfortably on the couch. Night around the Schwarz home was the only time it seemed that he could obtain peace.
Nagi appeared tentative as he slipped quietly into the room, hands now clasped in front of him - it was the most childish the assassin had seen the boy.
"I can't sleep," Nagi replied, gaze drifting to the couch and then to Aya questioningly.
"It's fine, sit down," the vampire murmured, head cocked back as he looked at the ceiling. And curiously now he glanced as weight settle startlingly close to him, the boy resting against his arm.
"If you're looking for comfort, I'm terrible with it," Aya began, awkwardly.
A small smile appeared upon Nagi's lips as he shook his head. "That's not true, I saw how you comforted Omi after what I did... And after he found out he was a Takatori. That's why he cares so deeply for you; I think he looks to you as an older brother, or maybe even a father. You're always there for him when he needs someone."
As Aya considered it, he found the fact to be undeniably true, and he merely shrugged. The motion in turn acted as a domino effect, and Nagi promptly fell into the man's lap. Instead of moving however, the young telekinetic merely stretched out upon his stomach, chin resting against Aya's leg. His hands lighted gently upon the appendage as well, and quietly he sighed.
"Even though you're a killer too, you're much softer than my comrades."
Aya cocked his head to the side, "I'm now a comrade of yours too," he commented, wondering just where this conversation was going - surely Nagi wasn't searching for a cuddle buddy or a lover in him (as he was still quite bound to Alucard).
Nagi shook his head slightly, turning his head to rest his cheek on Aya's thigh as he glanced up at Weiss' leader.
"I don't think you are," Nagi replied softly. "I think you're playing Schwarz for fools, and frankly I don't plan on letting the others know. They plan on killing Omi in their schemes and..." the boy's voice fell away, and quietly the older assassin finished the sentence -
"You still care for him."
Nagi closed his eyes, "I still love him," he corrected. "I thought that us turning out to be enemies was clue enough that we weren't meant to be together. So I let myself get interested in Tot - I thought maybe I could forget how I felt for Omi..."
"Omi is still upset about your relationship with Tot. It added betrayal to deception," Aya answered.
Nagi frowned, "Talk about adding insult to injury, huh? I still regret it."
Aya nodded, alabaster fingers drifting through the dark brown hair - it was a gesture he had displayed quite often when the ginger-haired boy came to him troubled.
"What would you have done? If Alucard had turned out to be your enemy - if we hadn't forced you to kill him - would you have gone to someone else to take your mind off of him? What about now? Will you find yourself another lover now that he's dead?"
Aya almost - almost - smiled at the thought.
"Nagi, even though Alucard is dead, he'd find a way to kill me if I even entertained the thought of dating someone else."
Nagi let out a soft chuckle, "Dating? So did you consider him your boyfriend then?" he inquired, "From what I saw of him, he seemed much too cruel for you two to have a relationship like that."
Not even Aya could resist smirking at the thought of Alucard as a boyfriend or even boyfriend material - the man was the absolute worst candidate for such a position (well, unless you were including sex because the Vampire was damn good at that). The two exchanged the entertained expression before Nagi reached up to place his hand against the redhead's cheek.
"You really care for him... And you miss him, don't you, Aya?"
A soft sigh escaped the FREAK, though it was not needed as he no longer breathed.
"You're too much like Omi; you and he are as perceptive as they come. Alucard... I guess I do care for him, even following his death. Pulling that trigger was... It was like shooting Aya-Chan."
The room grew silent as the statement was made, as if even the house were reverent of that girl's name. Nagi bit his lip, finding that he had touched upon a very sensitive subject with his newfound comrade.
"...How's Omi?" the boy asked after what seemed like an eternity of quiet, "I haven't seen him since we last fought."
Aya relished the change of subject, fingers tousling the soft locks beneath his palm.
"The last I saw of Omi, he was holding up fine."
Nagi nodded, "That's good... Do you think he misses me even now?"
Aya tilted his head down, brushing a chaste kiss over the telekinetic's forehead.
"You should ask him for yourself."
Nagi downcast his gaze, using the swordsman's leg as a pillow, "I'm... Afraid to."
Aya tilted his head back, fingers combing through the dark locks.
"Go to sleep, Nagi. Worrying over his answer isn't going to get you far."
The younger of the two nodded very briefly, allowing his eyes to fall shut as he reminisced of his time spent with Omi, before the only thing between them were arrows and mind bullets. They had been happy, and then they're professions had panned them against each other. Fate was rotten, but maybe they still had a chance...
Such were Nagi's thoughts as he finally drifted into slumber, leaving Aya to his own memories of time spent with Alucard, before the FREAK chip had come between them. He had not seen the Vampire since he had fled their last confrontation. Hopefully Alucard knew Aya wasn't truly against him, but merely playing out a role until he acquired the information needed. But what of their relationship? Would it still remain with Aya being a creature Alucard despised? He'd finally come to an agreement with himself that he did care for Alucard, but could he ever feel for the man as deeply as Nagi and Omi cared for one another, even after almost a year of fighting? Both seemed to understand clearly the state of love, a concept that baffled Aya still. The word - the emotion - just didn't seem to fit when he thought of Alucard, and was that saying something of their relationship, or had they made a new twisted emotion to convey how they felt? Provided that dark-haired man even thought of Aya as more than property and an ever-giving sex plaything, the redhead couldn't tell now. He'd shot and almost killed Alucard, and then they had met briefly upon the roof, at which time Alucard had no qualms with devouring his body to destroy him.
Maybe they were through, but somehow he couldn't see that being the case.
From the shadows, a thick, inky substance poured, flames licking at the air, dark and brimming with a crackling red aura. They crawled their way up the couch, then slid into a murky puddle next to Aya, bubbling with black swells. Within moments, however, the hue was changed to a more carmine colour, and the fluid rose and exploded, slowly, forming limbs and a vibrant scarlet coat. From the mass extended hands, clad in white cloth, feet encased in thick boots, and a strong neck, around it wrapped a long flowing tie, matching the coat colour. The neck soon grew larger, until what was actually a head, with handsome, sharp features remained. Thick, silken sable fell tousled about the olive face, and with a swift motion, Alucard shook them away, revealing bright crimson orbs. Eyeing Aya carefully, he smirked.
“Well, now, punk, I didn’t know you cared,” he cooed teasingly. “And you said it was like shooting your sister? That’s simply touching...”
With that, Alucard leaned close, pulling the redhead against his body and nuzzling him softly, inhaling the scent of his blood as his face brushed the assassin’s neck. Oh, it smelled delicious. How he’d love to see it covering the young man, for Aya to be shrieking in pain–and at Alucard’s hands. The pallid body twitching and jerking, the vio–well, crimson orbs wide open and flooded with pain and agony, all such enticing thoughts. The Vampire wanted to remove Aya’s heart, have it beat within his hands, and squeeze it until no blood remained–and he’d certainly drink all that was forced out. God, why was he only thinking and not acting? The punk was right here, in his hands, all that delicious fluid flowing inside of him... aching to dribble down the Vampire’s throat... No. No, while he had appeared to play, there was a bigger task at hand.
“So, punk, mind telling me what’s going on? I’d be quite pleased if you did,” he purred into Aya’s ear, sliding a tongue over the upper-cartilage, forced hot breath pouring over it. “You’re a FREAK, Schwarz has turned you... I’m sure you know more than I do.”
Aya stiffened as Alucard materialized next to him. So, the Vampire had heard everything he had said to Nagi in confidence. He should have known better than to speak so openly about his new found wisdom about his feelings. The redhead glanced down to Nagi, brow cocked as tried to figure just how deeply Nagi was asleep. The kid could after all have been sent to get information from Aya that he wouldn't be willing to give to the others. Presently he tried to ignore the swell of pleasure pulling at his ear, urging him to let his mind drift back into the lust he had been absent of in that last day. The redhead turned his countenance to the side, allowing it to hover dangerously close to Alucard's as he looked at him.
"Schwarz's goal is to eradicate the human race," Aya murmured, voice quiet and altogether sensuous. "The FREAK chip they implanted in me, when I'm not constantly fighting for control, forces me to do their bidding. They turned me to wipe out their last remaining annoyances."
Scarlet irises darted down to look at the young telekinetic as he stirred, curling up into a more comfortable position in Aya's lap as he mumbled a familiar name:
"Omi..."
Aya turned his attention back to Alucard, and inevitably had to shackle down his control. He'd almost forgotten Schwarz had put special attention into making him lose control in the presence of Alucard.
"There's a ritual in my family that is used to kill Fujimiya that have become immortal, and through it obtain absolute power. Schwarz plans to use it to dispose of me and use the power they get from the sacrifice to wipe out mankind. They've got something else planned, but I'm not sure what it is, but it has something to do with cloning my sister."
The assassin pulled back slightly, his mind roaring violently to life, crying out for blood and the death of the man sitting along side of him. His eyes narrowed, a deeply feral hunger alighting in the gaze and painting it molten. What he wouldn't give to lung at Alucard, rip him limb from limb just to watch the blood splash color to the walls.
He wanted...
He wanted to kiss that bastard!
His eyes widened slightly, almost in surprise, as the thought crashed through the bloodshed his mind was gleefully thinking up, like an arrow cutting cleanly through murky waters. Surely he had just mistaken the word kiss for kill, and he mulled over it and tried to switch out the words. The desire to lean forward and taste the familiar lips would not budge from where it had rooted itself firmly as his first priority. Eh, it wasn't as if Aya could complain with the idea. The garnet gems fell slowly shut, and he drew his face closer to Alucard's, ivory lips drifting to contact their olive counterparts. This reminded him painfully of yet another reason he did not wish to be a FREAK. Alucard despised the creatures. Alabaster fingers slipped into the Vampire's dark tresses, curling into them as Aya held the kiss for several more moments. His hand lingered in the black silk, and he pulled his face back half an inch, eyes sliding half open.
"I won't be able to prevent the sacrifice from starting," the redhead began, voice hushed.
"They wanted you dead so you couldn't interrupt it, and the ritual must be done within a cathedral. I trust it won't be far from here. Can you intervene once it has begun?"
Aya loathed - really loathed - the idea of Alucard saving him, but the man was probably that only one strong enough for the task.
Alucard hadn’t argued at all with the kiss–in fact, it was rather refreshing, though invigorated a few lusts within his body, which may have gone without saying. He argued even less with the suggestion of “rescuing” Aya. Oh, that would be fun indeed. Surely, it was planned and a bit required for the safety of mankind and all (something he wouldn’t give a damn about if they weren’t his food supply, not to mention it was in the job contract), but still! The punk would be at his mercy and that would be interesting. He’d have his fun. The urge to kill was still fiery, but he could only offer his consent and fade back into the shadows, as he couldn’t hang around for long, what with others in the building. As his body finally faded into the ink that lined the walls and corners, he found himself speculating on Aya’s confession. So, the redhead did harbor some tenderness in his heart for the Vampire? That seemed nearly unheard of, but the feeling stirred within the Vampire, causing a bit of pride. Though being referred to as a “boyfriend” was a bit odd... he could never use such a term in reference to himself or Aya. Especially Aya, who was merely property. Property that he himself could possibly harbor affectionate feelings for. Property that he fucked... hard. Well, even so, it did not change their relationship, only the fact that the Vampire now held something else over the assassin’s head. Out in the streets, he met another love, the night and moon, and in the shadows, admired them whilst thinking. Could he say he “loved” Aya? No. Certainly not. It was nowhere near the feelings he had felt for Mina. But he considered something else. Perhaps it was just a different flavour...
All the while, Alexander Anderson’s plane had landed, and he knew it would only be short moments before he located the Vampire. It could not take that long, surely, as he had been given a few more hints as he landed as to the location of the Vampire. Not to mention, he was allowed constant support, so if there were problems, they could be located within no time. The building he was nearing was apparently the household of some important group, and he could sense the disturbances in the air, the evil that hung about the blackness in the streets, that the Vampire was close. Within moments he would be feeling the aroma of malevolence (which did have a smell, contrary to popular belief) hanging beneath his strong nose. His spectacles reflected the brightness of the ivory moon above him, and he could feel it... a sharp sensation shot through him, like a silver bullet rocketing up his spine. An alleyway, a street, something so close... so in reach. Gloved hands, each written upon, clenched tightly in excitement. It fizzed within him, bubbling madly, growing each second. His bright white teeth bit down on his lower lip as he moved frantically, scanning and scouring the area. Anderson was so close, he had come all this way...
At that moment, black shadows stirred, swirling about. Alucard had seen the man... and his appearance was an invitation to a fight, as that was all he would ever come for. And a fight was what the Vampire was aching for.
“Priest...” he called out to the night. “Let’s take this somewhere less crowded...”
Anderson smiled wickedly. “Lead the way, Vampire.”
Even so, Aya hadn't agreed with the term 'boyfriend' either, as he and Alucard were just not the type. Omi and Nagi were the stereotypical boyfriends, cute and sweet with each other. Alucard and Aya were just... Fucked up. It was an understatement to say that they didn't fit in the norm. They'd made a new mold altogether to house their relationship. The redhead glanced down to Nagi, still sleeping peacefully in his lap. With a sigh he shook his head, arms slipping under the boy to heft him up against his chest. With the task done, the FREAK stood and made his way towards Nagi's room, the boy in arms. He deposited the telekinetic gently onto his bed, as he'd done before with Omi, before turning out of the room, sliding the door shut behind him.
Crimson eyes glanced up to find Schuldig poking his head out of his room, eyes reflecting tired annoyance.
"Don't you ever sleep?" he asked, glaring at the redhead. Aya cocked his head to the side, a red brow rising at the inquiry.
"It's night," he replied, turning on his heel to venture down the hallway. Irritation twitched in his right cheek as he heard footsteps following after him.
"Yeah, but you don't sleep during the day either!" Mastermind exclaimed, most likely waking the other occupants of the house. "You're a vampire aren't you? Should you, ya know, sleep during the day and prowl the night or something like that?"
Aya shrugged, "Something like that," he murmured, ivory fingers slipping around one of the several blood packs he had so sneakily stolen.
He retrieved a glass, pouring the essence in it before he looked suspiciously at the blood. It smelled... Different. He couldn't pinpoint the scent, but something about the liquid was just not right. Experimentally he sipped at it, and sure enough there was foreign taste, as if something had been added to it, and as he began to draw the cup away from his mouth, his mind forced his limbs to work against his goals. He whirled to face Schuldig, who was notably grinning for all he was wickedly worth, head tilted to the side.
"Drink up, puppet," he snickered, probing within Aya's mind as the chip helped him to keep the redhead in line. "Oh my, your mind is an absolute war zone. Having problems controlling yourself, Aya?"
Aya's grip upon the glass loosened, and loudly it crashed to the floor, scattering shards about the tile. Booted feet advanced on Schuldig, but he stopped short, wavering as his gaze found not only one Mastermind before him, but five of them, circling about the man and very nearly transparent. An alabaster hand fisted onto the kitchen counter, holding him steady as his other moved to his temple.
"Knock out drugs. Damn," the redhead muttered, trying to concentrate his foggy gaze, but furiously quick his vision slipping into darkness, and his unconscious body pivoted forward, caught in the arms of a cocky Schuldig.
Mastermind turned as his other companions opened the doors to their rooms, brought by the commotion to locate the source.
Crawford smirked, "He took the bait? I'd think a vampire would know tainted blood at first taste."
Schuldig chuckled, "Oh, he did. He was, however, forced to drink it through other methods."
Farfarello ambled forward, reaching out to pick up the pale body. "What are we waiting for? Let's get on with the ritual."
Schuldig turned to Nagi who now stood outside his room, watching them in silence. He had known of this before, but now it bothered him. His eyes shifted to Aya, and he wondered momentarily if his conversation with the man earlier had allowed him to feel for the man as Omi did.
"Nagi, fetch the book," Schuldig drawled, grinning.
The boy let out a short sigh, stepping back into his room and returning moments later with a thick, leather bound volume in his hands. Crawford relieved him of it, and then made his way to the door to catch up with the other two members of Schwarz.
"Nagi, won't you join us?" Brad inquired, hovering over the threshold.
"I'm not in the mood," Nagi answered, shaking his head as he disappeared back into his room. A frown set upon the man face, but he shrugged it away and followed the twisted members of his team out the door and into the car.
Inside an old warehouse, voices echoed in the crispness of the night. Papers lined the inside, nailed to the wall by long, silver bayonets–a barrier against Vampire magic.
“Run down buildings aren’t too difficult to locate in a huge city like this, are they, Alucard?”
“I would say so.”
“I’m going to destroy you once and for all, monster.”
“Let’s see how that goes.”
Within seconds, Anderson was moving forward, bayonets at his sides, glowing brightly in the moonlight that managed to seep through the roof. Though he was large in figure, he was surprisingly nimble, and as his coat fluttered behind him in dizzying patterns, he soon found himself within feet of the Vampire. Alucard had yet to move even an inch until Alexander was within inches of him, silver blade threatening to pierce his body. At this moment, he pitched forward and turned on his heel, pulling a silver gun from under the vibrant red of his coat and firing it straight at the priest’s head. Split seconds after the crackling bang sounded, Anderson fell back, the bullet having connected quite solidly. Blood spilled and flew out across the dusty, decrepit terrain. Soon after, his entire body met the floor, forehead smoking madly. Alucard chuckled, gun still raised and finger still on the trigger. Long moments passed between them,
moments filled with nothing but silence and the tendrils of smoke snaking their way into the atmosphere. The Vampire shifted not an inch until the priest stirred, at which point a smirk allowed the monster’s lips to part.
This was why Anderson was a worthy opponent. Even after such a perfect bullet to the head, due to his regenerative abilities he was able to rise once more. Alexander’s forehead was scrunched in a disgusting pattern, forming a well in the center of it, the tanned flesh still slightly smoking. He smiled, cackling. Oddly enough, the Vampire followed suite, but as he was laughing, his finger pulled the trigger, and another bullet was fired, which Anderson deftly dodged. The priest was charging forward again, and in a burst of speed, he lodged a blessed blade into the side of the Vampire, causing Alucard’s eyes to widen in pain, and he fell forward slightly, giving Anderson enough time to jab another bayonet into the small of Alucard’s back. The Vampire jerked backwards in pain, whispering a cuss under his breath as he reached to rip it out. The priest sidestepped and thrust another blade into the Vampire’s throat, and Alucard choked on his own curses as blood spilled down the front of his attire. Alexander moved forward to made the final blow, but unbeknownst to him, Alucard had brandished both guns, and with a playful smirk now gracing his features, he fired in the priest’s direction, bullets flying across the air, nailing the priest in his arms and shoulder, causing him to hit the ground. As he did so, the last of the bloodied blades fell to the ground, the red substance finding its way back to beneath Alucard’s very boots, soaking back into him. Within seconds, the Vampire had healed, and he smiled at Anderson.
“Why don’t you take the barrier down, we could have more fun that way,” he suggested mischievously.
Alexander sneered, “If you think that I’ll let you use your filthy magic in my presence, you’ve another thing coming, ya monster.”
Alucard shrugged. “Suit yourself,” he replied cavalierly, and Jackal fired another bullet.
Aya grimaced, eyes sliding open to look at his surroundings, the undeniable taste of knock-out drugs lingering within his mouth. The scarlet gaze turned down to watch as Schuldig's blood coated finger completed the pentacle beneath him, the crimson essence tracing a circle around the the mystical symbol, binding him and locking him into it, the words of the Fujimiya family gleaming in blood upon the insignia. His own blood would be the very thing
that wrenched from him his immortality. Fists clenched, the redhead struggled against the bonds that burned marks into his wrists. A wicked grin was flashed in his direction as Schuldig turned to Farfarello.
"Care to do the honors, Farf?" The Irish psychopath released a deep chuckle, fingers sliding along the weathered page of a book presently in his hands. Words strongly accented, he began the ritual as the other Schwarz members stepped back.
"Blut des Fujimiya, Opfer an uns das Kind Ihrer Vorfahren, beschmutzt mit dem ewigen Leben Ihres Verrats. Verschütten Sie weiter den unsterblichen Nektar und bewilligen Sie an uns seine uneingeschränkte Kraft."
As the reciting fell to a close, eyes turned upon Aya expectantly. Nothing had changed, the redhead hung there with his arms stretched to either side of him, silver restraints clasped to his wrists - connected to the ceiling a fair width apart. He glared about the room, glancing
towards the high beamed ceiling of the cathedral and he took a moment to look searchingly around the place. Surely Schwarz had killed the prie - now he remembered, the sacrifice area had to be clean of the blood of others.
Crawford's brow twitched, "Farfarello, did you recite everything? It doesn't seem to be working."
Mastermind was absolutely livid, "What gives? Isn't there supposed to be a lot of blood? The book says there should be enough blood to bathe in - right? The FREAK chip must be screwing it up."
Farfarello shrugged, looking at Aya curiously as the chains suspending the redhead quivered violently. With a loud clang the bonds shattered, shards of silver burying into the wall, embedding into the ground, but the redhead remained hovering just over the pentagram, his feet never disturbing the crimson symbol traced diligently upon the ground. From the blood-drawn symbol upon the floor, four crimson whips suddenly lashed out, wrapping several times about Aya's wrists before tightening, already gleaming bloody before even the essence from Aya's wrists began to coat them.
The redhead winced, the new bonds ever more powerful than the previous, and though the silver had been painful to his Vampire flesh, these whips were unbearable, digging savagely deep into his skin, acting now as the force to keep him suspended, and bidding his sweet blood to flow.
Farfarello grinned, "It just took a little time, that's all. Have patience. This is our revenge on God... We must savor it!"
Hungrily he licked his lips as four more blood-made ropes snaked from the pentacle, phenomenal speeds thrusting them forward, casting about his shoulders repeatedly before growing tight. The speed of it, and the sheer strength of their task, however, was so great that when they clasped eagerly to the bared alabaster flesh, crimson essence spurted onto the wall behind Aya, splattering in such a way that it appeared bloody wings were jutting sickly from his shoulders, stretching far in their length.
"This is it," Schuldig cackled.
"The bloody wings of the immortal Fujimiya. Just like in the book. The sacrifice has begun." Only two others before Aya had been subjected to this ritual, and that had been at its creation in the Fujimiya family. Aya shuddered, pain stabbing at him relentlessly. He was already anticipating the next new hurt, but he found that readying himself for such absolute pain was impossible as another two lashed against his throat, squeezing ruthlessly until blood spilled forth from the neck profusely, painting over his chest and sliding down the restraints sinfully slow, gleaming brilliantly before splashing onto the floor.
Rapidly the crimson-coated whips came in succession, wrapping into his forearms and biceps and clinging tightly with a life of their own. More still carving into the ivory chest, the abdomen, and the assassin could feel as they grate against his ribs, daring to slice into his ribs. They dug and cut into his thighs and calves, crimson brimming from the new wounds. The flesh between the ropes swelled softly about their unforgiving restraints. The blood flowing was now immense, dripping from his face as it splashed onto the cheeks, his lips, casting upon the wall before dribbling down the wall to the floor, the wings left forever burned into Aya's background as the ritual continued on. So much blood already poured, and he could feel himself beginning to actually weaken. And sickly he felt the same immortal nectar as it slipped down his cheeks, thin rivers spilling from his eyes as the pain became too great. Scarlet irises looked to the floor, gazing at the blood that before him lay scattered as far as Schwarz's feet. Fangs sank into his bottom lip as he clenched his eyes shut, thrashing his head to the side as yet more restraints cast onto his flesh. As the blood splashed into his mouth, he was thrown into a sudden frenzy, an unquenchable hunger for blood. There was so much splattered on the floor, scent so tantalizingly sweet and bidding.
"Ah...!" he could scarcely form a coherent sentence, the ropes about his throat seeming to try to prevent him from doing just that.
In a pained attempt, he thrashed against his bonds, trying desperately to pull from them as he lunged forward, forcing the crimson bindings deeper into his skin, drawing from him more of the substance that kept him alive, and that he hungered now insanely for.
"Alucard!" his voice echoed upon the walls of the room, desperate and on the brink of utter dismay, feeling that the energy of his body was draining with every drop of blood that escaped him, stealign away to the floor.
"Where the hell are you!"
If Alucard didn't show himself soon, Aya was going to die. Completely and totally die.
Farfarello smirked, shaking his head. "Our little puppet is delusional. He thinks his Vampire is alive, that he's going to save him."
Wild crimson eyes stared down at the circle as his reins grew ever more unyielding, and still more were snaking up from the pentacle, slithering onto his limbs and clamping upon them like leeches, feeding hungrily off the blood they bid to continue raining down its immortal blessing. Schuldig and Crawford exchanged troubled glances, and Mastermind was the first to speak.
"Aya's not a fool. He wouldn't call out for a dead man."
Crawford glanced from Aya, who was dressed only in the garb of his sin - his own immortal blood, and then back to Schuldig.
"You don't think..."
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