Hellsing Fan Fiction ❯ Animalistic Amusement ❯ My Amusement ( Chapter 1 )

Alright, this takes place sometime after the Hellsing series. (I suppose it could even be out of any time period.) Integra's dead, the Hellsing Organization is disbanded, Alucard is running around without any restrictions and everything becomes “magic-happy”. This is mostly from Anderson's point of view, but I'll occasionally switch.

When it comes to Anderson's Scottish accent, and how I've represented it here, I've changed the simpler words and kept the more difficult words as is for legibility issues. However, at the suggestion of my good friend Minx Alighieri, I have provided a key.
I - Ah (And any variation thereof, ie. I'm, I'll, etc.)
And - An'
You - Ye
Your - Yer
What - Whit
To - Teh

Oh, and I don't own Hellsing or any of the characters in Hellsing (ie. Anderson and Alucard). Gonzo, Kouta Hirano, Dark Horse and Young King Ours all own some part of it, not me. So, now, without further ado, have fun. - P. Alighieri
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Anderson awoke with his bare back against a cold wall. It was pitch black, but he knew if it wasn't, the room would be spinning. He shook his head a bit to rid himself of the dizziness, to very little avail. He reached up to massage his temples and heard a chain come up with his arm. He snapped his head down to look at it, though soon remembering humans couldn't see in the dark and causing his dizziness to worsen. He picked up the chain with both hands, not surprised to find another one around his other wrist, and followed it to feel that it was attached to the wall directly behind him. If canon proved true in this case, the entrance should be directly in front of him. He reached up to finally massage his temples, being sure to move under his glasses, which he felt as an empty space. Giving a moments thought to his missing shirt, he was thankful that he still had his pants. Anderson groaned, figuring he'd lost them both while he was doing… what?

…The Vatican had ordered him to take care of a few werewolves near Britain's border. He did this all the time, so he went in with little more than his enchanted knives and a few barriers should the need arise; never mind the fact that werewolf cuts and bites slowed his quick healing. He never expected any of them to be a leader of the pack, a werewolf with the strength of about five normal werewolves. He had killed them all, but he was beat up pretty bad. While gushing amounts of blood that couldn't be healthy no matter who anybody was, he thought he remembered someone grabbing him from behind… it wasn't rough, just commanding. Anderson fought a little, though pitifully, with whatever it was. Then it whispered something… `As you are now, you have nothing to fear from me.' It sounded as if it were worried, whoever it was. He must have lost consciousness after that, for he couldn't remember anything after that.

Pulled out of his thoughts by a strange, but all too familiar smell, he searched the darkness for what he knew it must be. All vampires smelled like death and earth, as well as another smell specific to them. This one smelled like cigar tobacco, which lingered like a fresh mist. Anderson growled at the darkness.

“Alucard.”

The darkness snickered back at him. It had no origin point, like it echoed off the walls. Determined to show as little weakness as possible, he stood up and assumed a defiant stance. He was not going to be intimidated by all this. This only seemed to make the snickering turn into mocking laughter. Anderson couldn't stand that, he hated it. Alucard always laughed, no matter what he did, he never seemed serious. Anderson threw himself forward in a rage, ready to fight or flight, only to discover the length of the chains. What was surprising was that they didn't break. Nothing stood in Anderson's way when he was pissed, so when he snapped backwards and landed heavily on his back, he didn't pay much attention to the unabated laughter that rang through the dungeon. Anderson growled, sitting up and staring into the nothingness. “Damn monster. Why in Hell am ah here?”

Alexander felt cold breath next to his ear as he heard Alucard dangerously whisper, “For my own amusement.” Anderson swung his fist back to try and hit was behind him, without success. He must have been there only a moment ago. Anderson growled again, staring back at the darkness. “'Ah refuse teh be something teh entertain you!” Still sitting, he turned and put his foot on the wall where the chain connected and pulled on the chain, hoping to break it. Any normal thing would have ripped right out of the wall. This chain didn't budge an inch. By the time he stopped trying, he was panting and staring in the direction of the chain. “Whit in Hell is this???” Alucard voice rang once again through the darkness.

“When you capture an animal that is untamed, you make sure it can't get loose.” Anderson growled again, glaring at the darkness. “Ah'm not an animal.” Even as he said this, it was obvious to both of them how self-doubting it was. A pair of red, glowing eyes suddenly appeared right in front of Anderson's face. Suppressing a scream of surprise, he threw himself backwards against the wall. Alucard's voice came clearly from the direction of the eyes.

“Yes you are.” He snickered as his inhuman grin showed through the darkness. “You are my animal.” Anderson was about to protest again when the grin disappeared and he felt a finger lightly touch the middle of his chest, sliding slowly down. He took a sharp intake of breath, not expecting this even from Alucard. Anderson thought he felt his pants tighten, but that just couldn't be right. This was a vampire, not to mention a male vampire. Alucard's touch moved back up, brushing against a hard nipple. Anderson shivered slightly out of revulsion, or so he told himself. Anderson heard a whisper barely audible from those eyes. “Delicious.”

A moment later the eyes disappeared and Alucard's voice came once again from the darkness. “It is nearly sunrise. I will return once again tonight, never fear. Oh yes, do not try to bite through your own arm to get out of those chains. They are made of my magic, and should you accomplish this, they will simply wrap themselves around you.” This, unfortunately, was what Anderson was thinking of trying next. A moments pause and Alucard snickered. “A dog, when chained in a fatal situation, will also try to bite its own leg off.” He continued to laugh as it slowly faded away, like he was walking away without footsteps.

Anderson growled after him before leaning back against the wall and trying to remain vigilant. Sleep soon overcame him and he found himself in deep, foreboding dreams.

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Alright, nothing much happened here. I'll guarantee you something juicier next chapter. Nice set up though, eh? Come on, tell me you want to see more. R&R.
-P. Alighieri