Hellsing Fan Fiction ❯ Animalistic Amusement ❯ My Animal ( Chapter 2 )

Ya. Read. Review. And Hellsing and Anderson and Alucard and andything else from the series is not mine. I have no ownership.Nuff said.

I - Ah (And any variation thereof, ie. I'm, I'll, etc.)
And - An'
You - Ye
Your - Yer
What - Whit
To - Teh

-Alighieri

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Alucard sat against the wall opposite of Anderson's cell. His new pet was still fast asleep, undoubtedly still worn out from the werewolves. He hadn't even questioned how his wounds healed so quickly. Nor did he remember thanking Alucard, but that was black mail for another time. Alucard used his own blood to affect the quick recovery. Simply cutting himself slightly and smearing the blood over his pet's wounds. Alucard knew that wouldn't be enough blood to put into effect what he had in mind. Anderson's powers increased his ability to heal, as well as his immune system to the point where it was strong enough to fight the vampiric disease given by a minor vampire. With enough of Alucard's Median blood… well, not even he really knew. Such a thing had never been performed under these circumstances. He fully intended to find out what the result would be. He would, of course, take certain precautions to make sure this didn't get out of hand.

Alucard felt Anderson begin to come out of his REM stage of dreaming. He glanced over to the oil lamp that was bracketed onto the wall and it blazed to life. He wanted his pet to see him. It had been so long since they last met. A year or two… or perhaps five or six. Time lost all meaning to Alucard by now. It all seemed to meld together. Some would take this as disrespect for Sir Integra and her death. Perhaps he no longer cared for her. While she did resist him longer than her thought, she did eventually cave in to his barrages. Anderson would never even consider it. There would be Anderson's desire for him, his pure need, but he would never cave into Alucard out of pure hatred and an inbred ideal that all this was wrong, sinful. Alucard, the very definition of sin. His pet stirred slightly in his cell. It was time for the fun to begin.


Anderson came out of his dark dreams, not wanting to open his eyes just yet. He expected to be in his tiny bedroom at the orphanage. One of the boys would be coming to knock timidly on his door, which meant that he would definitely have to get up then. If not, one of the sisters would come to kick his door down, yelling about the fact that Anderson was keeping breakfast. (This happened once and never again when he was repeatedly rapped on the head with a ruler till he was in his seat with his pajamas still on). When he felt cold, stone floor beneath him, he wanted to sob. It wasn't just a nightmare; he was trapped at the whim of Alucard, not knowing what was going to happen next.

Anderson opened his eyes, first noticing there was light. He sat up, looking around his cell. It was made of non-descript gray stone. About as wide as two of him if he lay down sideways, but not very deep; about five-feet. There were no bars at the entrance, not even a bit of wall the entire width of the cell. His eyes then fell on Alucard who sat in the hallway on the floor opposite of the cell. In the back of his mind, Anderson snickered. The vampire did have a sense of fashion, even if he still acted color blind. Everything on Alucard was black, from the low-buttoned, long-sleeved dress shirt, plain gloves, dull leather pants and boots. His hair was drawn back in a low ponytail that went to the middle of his back with a few strands of hair falling in his face. Most noticeable was the same kind of circular glasses he always wore, except they were black enough so not even vampiric eyes could shine through them. Although becoming alert at Alucard's presence, one thought preceded the rest.

Anderson really needed to piss. Wanting to keep an eye at Alucard, he chanced a glance around the cell. The only feature in the cell besides the three walls was a hole in the floor, the equivalent of a toilet in medieval times. Anderson looked back at Alucard, debating if he should do it in front of the monster or not. After a few moments, he decided pissing in his pants later would be worse for his dignity than pissing now. He slowly stood up, being stiff from fighting werewolves and sleeping on a stone floor. He turned his back on the vampire (Not a good thing to do in normal circumstances) but making sure he could glance back at Alucard. Unzipping his pants, he took out his typical morning-hard length and did his business, constantly glancing at Alucard. The vampire did nothing; one might have thought he had fallen asleep. Although, Anderson could feel the monster's eyes burning a hole right through him. When he was done, he zipped up his pants and assumed the same spot on the dungeon floor, only sitting with his leg bent and his arm resting on it.

It was then Alucard spoke, as if commenting on the weather. “You were blushing.” It was a simple comment, but one that pissed off Anderson. As well as one he couldn't think of a return to. So he settled with growling and glaring at Alucard. Alucard stood up with inhuman grace and snickered, “Just a comment my pet.” Anderson's eyes burned with a hatred previously thought impossible. Anderson hissed dangerously, “Ah've already told ye, Ah'm not yer pet an' Ah'll not be yer entertainment.” If looks could kill, Alucard would have a stake through the heart. Alucard walked slowly toward Anderson, looking over the top of his glasses as he spoke. “Yes, you are. Yes, you will. And now, I will show you how you are to do these things.”

In a flash, Alucard had him by the neck, choking him against the wall. Anderson tried to kick and push Alucard away, even as he saw spots in front of his eyes, but it was like trying to hit a statue. Lack of food had also taken its toll on Anderson's strength. When Anderson opened his mouth to gasp for breath that wasn't there, Alucard dropped him to the floor. Gasping and coughing on the floor, Anderson barely heard the zipper as Alucard shoved his length entirely into Anderson's mouth. Alucard held on to his jaw-bone to make sure that he didn't bite down as he moved slowly at first in his mouth. Having a very strong gag-reflex, Anderson's tongue unintentionally caressed his length, however crudely. Even as he gasped for breath, Anderson tried to push Alucard away while he thrust in faster. Alucard growled as he continued to move harder, “You are my pet. My amusement. My animal. My bitch. And I will do with you whatever I will.” Using the hand that kept his mouth open, he slammed Anderson's head against the wall as he moved hard and fast. Anderson had tears in his eyes, mostly from gagging, partly from feeling helpless. No. He wouldn't feel this way, he refused. Anderson shook his head roughly, trying to throw off his grip. He succeeded enough so he could try to bite, getting him at least to stop. Alucard pulled out of his mouth when he felt Anderson`s teeth scrape his cock, with a look that was surprised and impressed at the same time. Alucard started laughing his insane laugh again. Anderson sat there on his knees, not taking much notice of it, preferring more to focus on breathing and getting oxygen. Anderson barely heard Alucard through his gasps. “Alright, fine then, bitch.”

Alucard lifted him entirely off the floor by his waist. Ripping Anderson's pants off, he shoved him against the wall and entered him without warning. Anderson screamed as Alucard mercilessly tore through his virgin walls. Tears of pain reluctantly flowed down Anderson's face as lightning shot through him at each thrust, relentless in its speed and force. Alucard thrust into him faster and harder than before, digging his nails into the shoulder and wrist Alucard had him by. Anderson screamed again as he felt his nails rip through his flesh. Alucard growled as he shot his come deep in Anderson. He stood there panting for a few moments till he removed himself and let Anderson fall to the floor, landing on his hands and knees. He gasped for breath as come and blood dripped onto the floor. He turned his head in time to see Alucard looking as composed as ever with his cloths already in proper order, exiting the hallway to the left. “I'm off to feed. Pleasant dreams pet.” When Alucard left, Anderson had little strength for anything more than lying himself gently on the floor and surrendering to the threatening oblivion.

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Alright, Chapter two wasn't too bad. I already have ideas for the next couple of chapters, I just have to get them on paper. As always, review if you wish and tell me what I can do to improve. -Alighieri