Hellsing Fan Fiction ❯ Animalistic Amusement ❯ My Toy ( Chapter 4 )

Some matters of business to attend to first.

-Primo, thank all of you for your patience!

-Secundo, thanks again to Nasumaru for her flattering drawings and her translation! ^_^

And a small thanks goes to Ms. `Snuf Snuf'. Though I didn't end up using her advice, she took the time to give it.

Alucard's little mind-talking trick will be signified by `…' just to let everyone know.

Hellsing; don't own; wish I did. I'd have money, and I'd have first dibs on that new OVA.
-P. Alighieri
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The floor was cold. But there wasn't an inch of his body that didn't feel like it was on fire. Anderson opened his eyes to a portion of the ceiling lit by hanging oil lamps. Heavenly light was supposed to come from above, but this was no where near. It was the light of the deepest circle of Hell, where salvation couldn't reach. Anderson moved his head slightly but winced and stopped as white-hot pain shot down his neck and back. It would have been very nice to just lie here, staring up at the ceiling and accepting whatever came next. But that can't happen, a monster like that can never win over him. Not while he fought as God's divine punishment.

`Although it seems I am doing most of the “punishing” lately.' Alucard's voice amusedly echoed inside Anderson's head. Anderson shot himself up into a sitting position, ignoring the pain and looking around the room. There Alucard sat in his black shirt and pants, the lamp light silhouetting him slightly so the most you could really make out was his face tilted downward, his bangs hanging in front of his predatory red eyes as they gazed back at the bewildered and angry dog. `Your taste is perfection; a fine wine I have not tasted in so very long. Even my demons agree, although they had the… excrement.'

Anderson recoiled slightly, repulsed by what that suggested. Recovering, Anderson quivered from pure anger, and maybe something else… Anderson glared as he said with a forced calm that soon turned to near screaming, “Ih swear, ye damned demon, if ye e'er do tha' t'eh me again, Ih'll tear yer damned arm off an' shove it up yer own ass!”

It started as a light chuckling till the eyes were replaced by an inhuman mouth wide and cackling like a maniac, then it receded back to normal size and a light chuckle. He whispered low and dangerous, a grin remaining on his face. “You've taken a few pointers from me! But would you enjoy it as much as me? Though, not so loud my bitch. You will wake him.” It was then that Anderson saw the faint outline of some kind of dark bundle in Alucard's lap. It was also moving ever so slightly, the material looking to be made of velvet. Alucard glanced back at Anderson before moving the cloth ever so slightly to reveal a small boy's face, who could be no more than nine, sleeping soundly. Anderson went nearly as pale as the vampire.

It was the little boy from the orphanage who would come and wake him up for breakfast every morning. But… this couldn't possibly be happening. Anderson was pale and breathless in disbelief, never taking his eyes off the sleeping child. “No Alucard… whit are ya' doin'?” Anderson inched forward the slightest bit, wanting to save the boy but not wanting to provoke Alucard. Alucard narrowed his eyes, ginning evilly as he gently brushed his sharp nails against the boy's neck. Anderson froze, hardly daring to breathe. Alucard whispered softly, his grin becoming wider. “Showing you what happens when you fight me.”

Alucard carried the boy to the blood-caked rack and laid him gently on the wood table. Anderson scrambled to his feet and pulled on the chains that were barely long enough to let him stand. Anderson was near hysterics, not taking his eyes off the little boy. “Please, do whit ya want wit meh. Just please leave `im out `a it Alucard.” Alucard's inhuman laugh rang through the dungeons. A feeling of hopelessness crept into his very soul as he started to shake the slightest bit. There was nothing he could do. The laughing faded slowly till Alucard spoke again. “Well this is certainly a change from a few moments ago. We are already making progress, but we're no where near done.” Alucard looked back at the boy still sleeping peacefully. He lifted his hand to brush the boy's eyes lightly, gathering some kind of dark cloud from him.

The boy moaned slightly and blinked a few times as he tried to focus. When he finally saw Alucard in all his sharp teeth, red eyed and hungry demeanor, he let out a short surprised scream and tried scrambling backwards away from the monster. Alucard quickly snatched his ankle and pulled him closer, then proceeding to roughly flip the boy onto his stomach with his legs hanging over the side. The boy never the less still tried squirming away. Alucard chuckled as he grabbed two knives and proceeded to thrust a knife into each the boys downward palms, pinning them to the table in a quickly growing pool of blood. The boy screamed bloody murder as tears welled in his eyes.

Anderson threw himself forward, but stopped only an inch away from where he started. He pleaded desperately with Alucard, becoming more frantic each passing second. “Dante! Please Alucard, don' do this, ye can `ave meh!” Alucard glanced evilly as he moved away from the boy named Dante to collect a flogger stored in some sort of container and brought it back to the table as old, semi-dried blood slowly dripped to the floor from it. The boy sobbed uncontrollably, covered in tears and snot as his cries echoed in the dark dungeon. Alucard brought the flogger down on the boy's thighs, but instead of bouncing off, it stuck to his skin and refused to move. Alucard grinned almost gleefully as he tore the flogger away, taking with it a sizeable chunk of the boy's layer of skin. The boy's renewed scream of agony shook Anderson's lost state as he struggled against the chains once again and incoherently pleaded with Alucard as tears started to run down his cheeks.

Alucard simply laughed again as he dipped the flogger in a container of old blood and brought the flogger down on the boy's pale bottom, tearing another sheet of skin off. The boy's cracked screams rang through the dungeon, bringing Anderson to the point of frantic insanity as he strained against the chains, making promises and offers to Alucard. Anything to get him to stop. Alucard re-dipped the flogger and cackled as he brought it down on the boy's back, taking a new bit of skin. The boy's screams cracked when his voice started to give out. Blood from the exposed tissue bled profusely, making a puddle on the stone floor. Alucard ran his tongue along the boy's ass cheeks, loving every drop of the boy's virgin blood. Alucard then took a knife and made a slash mark across the boy's back, making his voice go out completely. Alucard took his sweet time drinking a good deal of the boy's blood, savoring every drop. Anderson finally made a coherent plea through his stream of tears that caught Alucard's attention. “Please, my master Alucard, don' do this an'ehmore!”

Alucard raised an eyebrow and looked back at Anderson, a slight sign of surprise on his face. Alucard walked slowly over to Anderson, his arms crossed and his bloody mouth stretched in his inhuman grin as he spoke in a low voice. “Humans can survive on one pint of blood; I would guess your little saint has maybe two. If my little bitch wants me to heal him with my blood, he'll suck me off willingly this very instant. If not, the boy simply dies slowly, and painfully.” Alucard's eyes narrowed in gleeful emphasis on his next words, “And I'll make you watch.”

Anderson dropped to his knees and tore at Alucard's pants. Alucard's hard length was revealed and Anderson wasted no time in taking it in almost entirely. Alucard lightly moaned in pleasure as Anderson's tongue worked his shaft, sliding up and down as he sucked. Anderson took it in even further; even though he choked and gagged, he refused to let up. If there was one chance… Alucard moaned as one of his slightly bloody hands slipped behind his pet's head and pushed him in faster. Anderson worked Alucard's length without stopping, ignoring his gagging and the tears that continued to pour. Alucard came loudly, making Anderson swallow most of his come as the rest got over his lips and beard. Anderson then looked up, still tearful and pleadingly. Alucard cupped his pet's chin, wiped some of the come off with his thumb and held it in front of Anderson's mouth. Anderson closed his eyes and licked it off entirely.

Alucard chuckled as he went back to the barely breathing boy and took out the knives in such a way that he held them by the blades. Alucard clutched them till they cut into his palms. He then rubbed the boy's back, thighs and ass, massaging his bloody palms into the boy's wounds until he finally focused on the boy's hands. Slowly, the wounds began to close and cover with new skin, and the boy began to breathe normally, though he was still knocked out. Anderson sighed as he nearly collapsed sideways, but righted himself. Alucard then closed his own wounds, fixed his pants and went back to Anderson. He grabbed his pet's face in one hand and made him look at Alucard. Anderson looked up at him still panting with tears down his cheek and come on his lips. Alucard grinned at this marvelous sight. “The Lord giveth and the Lord taketh. I am your new God and the only being you should work to please.”
Alucard shoved his pet's head aside and took up the boy in the velvet blanket once more and left the dungeon, closing and opening the door mentally. Anderson stared at the floor in a lost, blank daze. He wiped the come off of his face and gently lowered himself sideways to the floor to lie down. Whether sleep came or not, he couldn't tell. The images of the boy being tortured that replayed while he was awake coincided with his nightmares while he slept.
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*Is writing on a cardboard sign while talking.* Woot!!! I did it!!! I have a bit of an explanation as to why this chapter took so long. You see… I was trying to alter my writing style to a point that didn't agree with my subconscious. So you see, my conscious and subconscious were fighting for a while. Thus, I got nothing done. So, thanks again everyone for your patience.

Me: But now… shit I think I hear Anderson! *Puts the sign up on a wall and hides in a closet.*

Anderson: *Anderson comes in, knives drawn, ready to kill. He then sees the boy Dante pleasantly eating ice cream with a sign over his head that reads “No kids were harmed in the making of this! NOR does the author condone this exactly!”* *Goes over and opens the closet.* “I' still don' change the fact `o the matter…”

Me: Alucard!!!

Alucard: *Alucard walks in, evilly looking at Anderson.* “Want me to rape him?”

Me: “Whatever, just get him away from me!!!”

*Anderson runs off with Alucard chasing him.*

Me: Ach… that settles that… for a while at least…

- P. Alighieri