Hellsing Fan Fiction ❯ Animalistic Amusement ❯ My Dog ( Chapter 5 )

Disclaimer: I do not own Hellsing, Anderson or Alucard. Young King Ours, Kohta Hirano and Geneon all own some part of it. I do however, own the small orphan, Dante. He doesn't play a big role, but oh well. He's mine.

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How could he have failed? Dante, the little boy… was part of his own orphanage. May as well have been his own child… they all may as well have. But he couldn't save him from that… that damned demon. Anderson spent the entire night with dreams running continuously through his head. Like an old movie stuck on repeat, the young boy kept being clawed, whipped, cut and there wasn't a damned thing he could do to save him. This was entirely his fault… he should have been able to do something. Anything… he had let Dante down… all because of him… himself…

Anderson let out a tiny whimper before coming out of his dark, pre-awakening thoughts. Slowly he opened his wet, tear-streaked eyes to a blurry world of… light? Anderson tried to bring up his hand to wipe the blurriness away, only to find it hindered by white, smooth cotton sheets. He gave a slight start, trying to open his eyes wide enough to look at his surroundings and looked down at what exactly he was laying on. It was a rather large, oval bed nearly enveloped in white cotton sheets and the softest looking white pillows near the head. Anderson himself lay in the very middle of the bed, curled up into himself. He saw himself clothed in the typical black leather pants, but no shirt to speak of as usual.

Freeing his hand from the sheets, he brought it up to rub away the tears and looked around the rest of the room. It was an immense room, the wall-to-wall carpet patterned in colors of beige, brown, white and cream. A large, golden, candle-lit chandelier illuminated the entire room in a warm glow that seemed to refract off of every surface in the room. However, it wasn't quite a normal room. Save the bed, there was no other furniture to be seen, nor a window to look out of. Anderson's heart fell slightly as he realized he still wouldn't be able to tell the passing of days, but he should have figured this would be the case. He was in a monster's abode after all.

The most prominent feature in the room were the walls themselves. On each of the four walls was one large, Renaissance-esque painting in the most beautiful fashion. All of them appeared to be a forest scene, seeming to meld into one another around the room. Each depicted various scenes from Greek and Roman mythos; Pan frolicking with the wood nymphs, the female goddesses competing for the golden apple, the birth of Aphrodite and other such heretical depictions.

Scorning the heretic legends the paintings told, he stood automatically out of need to piss badly. As he stood, he stepped on something cold and hard. He jumped slightly, looking down to see what the mysterious object was. It was a chain attached to the bed frame and a single shackle that was on one of his ankles. He stood stock still and glared at the accursed metal binding, then sighed. There was no way to get around it at this moment.

Anderson looked toward the corner and there found the typical Medieval bathroom. He walked slowly to it, then started to do his business, although he constantly looked over his shoulder. He felt uncomfortable as usual as he did this, half expecting Alucard to appear behind him. The demon never did this time. Anderson put back on his pants, turned around and sat on the edge of the bed. Anderson glanced around the room once more. No sign of Alucard. He was starting to get extremely nervous. Anderson fell backwards onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling.

There was one more painting, larger than the rest, on the ceiling that commanded the priest's attention. It was the abduction of Persephone by Hades, the macabre god of Death. Hades in his black chariot of fire-breathing horses stole away the crying, pleading Persephone as he held her against his side. His hair blew wildly about him in the wind as he laughed like a perfect demon. As Anderson lay on his back he stared at this painting blankly, taking in every detail. Besides the facial hair that adorned Hades, it was a perfect replica of Alucard. Or perhaps not. Maybe it was his imagination. Perhaps he was going insane… if he hadn't been in the first place.

A sudden rage welled up in his entire being that was directed the painting, as if the painting itself were mocking him. Grabbing the nearest thing to him, Anderson threw a pillow with all his might at the ceiling as he yelled in rage. The pillow bounced off the ceiling, then flopped down on top of Anderson's face. The priest lay completely still for a moment with the thought of how pointless it was to do that just now. Perhaps it was pointless to resist anything. Anderson sighed, pushing the pillow off of him as if to physically push the thought out of his head. Alucard was sitting at the foot of the bed, grinning at him.

Anderson gasped in surprise, jumping over to the head of the bed. The priest stared at him, hardly daring to breathe. The demon laughed under his breath at his pet's reaction. Anderson narrowed his eyes, becoming angry at himself for his reaction and angry at the demon for being the kind demon that could appear anywhere at will. The smell of something delicious caught Anderson's senses, but he made no movement to acknowledge his hunger.

Alucard's look changed to one of… something remotely resembling approval as he reached down to pick something up from the floor. "I assumed my pet would be absolutely famished." The demon brought a silver plate, upon which laid the juiciest-looking filet mingon he had ever seen, already cut and covered in the perfect amount of steak sauce. Anderson's eyes grew wide, then caught himself and pulled a facade of being indignant while crossing his arms over his naked chest. "An' whit do ye plan ta do Monster, torture meh wit hunger?" Alucard chuckled slightly at this, making Anderson's arm twitch in a burning need to kill the monster if just to stop him from laughing. Alucard leaned toward Anderson the slightest bit as he spoke. "Oh no, that would be counter-productive. However, a gift from someone is repaid at least by a 'Thank you'."  

Anderson made a noise of disgust, recoiling slightly toward the back of the bed. "An' why would I'h thank a'h monsta' like ye'?" Alucard chuckled manically, as if he found that actually funny. And it probably was to the monster. Alucard grinned at his toy, leaning forward slightly as he explained to his toy how Alucard was so merciful. "Many reasons, my ungrateful pet. I haven't let you starve. I haven't killed you, made you a ghoul, or worse.” Alucard narrowed his eyes threateningly in emphasis of his next words “And I have not killed your darling little Dante, nor any of your other orphan children." Anderson's eyes widened, having realized what was still at stake should he fight against the monster. ...But how could he possibly win in that case?
Anderson shook his head slightly, pushing the thought out of his mind. Now was not the time to consider such a thing. Anderson glared at Alucard one more time, almost growling in sheer hatred of the monster and what he was about to do. The words came out with great difficulty “… Thank… you…” Alucard sneered and leaned in as he said his words as if correcting a student. “Not `Thank you'. `Thank you, Master Alucard.'”

Anderson's eyes glowed vividly green with nothing but contempt for this monster of hell that sat at the other end of the bed. Anderson turned his head and looked at a corner as he spoke. “Thank... you... Master... Alucard...”Alucard grinned as he tossed his pet a slice of the meat. The priest deftly snatched it in the air and hungrily wolfed the meat down, licking his finger tips in pleasure when it was quickly gone. Anderson paused and looked back at the grinning monster still sitting on the bed. Anderson was still famished and he had picked up on the game that Alucard was playing. “...Could I... have another...” Anderson narrowed his eyes, dreading the words he had to say next. Alucard's grin grew wider, slightly amused by how red his pet could be when he blushed. Anderson said the words as quickly as he could. “...haveanotherpiecemasteralucard...” Alucard threw Anderson another piece of meat and his pet once again caught it deftly and devoured it as quickly as possible. Once done, Anderson looked back at Alucard with that same glance of death. He scowled as he looked at the grinning monster and blushed furiously once more. “...May I... have... another.... Master... Alucard....” Alucard grinned and threw his animal another piece. It continued like this for a bit, with Anderson having to pull the words out of him and Alucard being highly amused by his pet's antics till the meat was gone.

When Anderson was properly fed, Alucard grinned as he pulled a glass of wine from the floor and held it with an expectant gaze fixed on his animal. Anderson was fairly thirsty. He sighed deeply in preparation of the next words and glared at Alucard. “May I please have some wine....Master... Alucard...”Alucard held out the glass for his pet to take and Anderson snatched it up and drank most of it down in a few gulps. Alucard snickered and narrowed his eyes as his pet drank. “Fairly soon, I shall have to fill that cup with blood.” Anderson inhaled sharply while he was still drinking, causing him to choke and cough while still processing that phrase in his mind. Alucard chuckled evilly, staring at his pet in mocking amusement. “You will have to get used to it one way or another soon enough, pet.”

Anderson couldn't take this anymore. Alucard's pet threw the glass at Alucard, of which Alucard simply laughed and knocked it away, where it the shattered against a wall. Anderson then came flying across the bed and threw a punch at Alucard. The vampire easily moved to the side, letting his pet's little retaliation hit nothing but air. Then, Anderson felt something wrap around his throat from behind and throw him backwards on the bed. As he gasped for breath, two of Alucard's tentacles wrapped around his arms and shoulders, pinning him down to the bed. Two more tentacles continued to wrap themselves around his chest just as he realized what was happening and struggled against the unyielding restraints.

Alucard crawled onto the bed cat-like with a predatory gaze in his eyes. “My bitch wants to play...” Anderson tilted his head up to see Alucard coming closer toward him. Panicking, he struggled against the tentacles that had begun to wrap themselves around his legs without avail. “...well then, I will play with my bitch.” Alucard's cloths disappeared as he crawled toward him. Terrified, Anderson fought harder against the tentacles that had completely restrained him by now. One of the tentacles slithered down his body and proceeded to take off Anderson's pants. The ends of the tentacles that had wrapped around his chest where now caressing his hard nipples, making Anderson gasp in surprised pleasure.

Alucard yanked his pet's pants off the rest of the way, tossing them on the floor. He then made another tentacle lightly tease and caress Anderson's length, causing him to gasp in pleasure. Anderson stopped himself in the middle of the gasp. He shouldn't be enjoying this. This was being done by a monster, an abominable, demonic monster of Hell. However, at the coaxing of a tentacle across his nipple and another caress along his cock, his thoughts fled with another moan. Alucard grinned and lifted his pet's legs up to his shoulders. He then started to slowly enter his bitch, pushing steadily into his pet. Anderson shut his eyes tightly and cried out half in pain and half in pleasure, while Alucard entered him at the same time the tentacle gave Anderson's length a rough squeeze.

More tentacles came from underneath the bed and started squeezing and stroking his cock and balls, making Anderson moan in pleasure. Alucard continued to enter him slowly, gently getting his large cock into his pet's ass. When Alucard's length was entirely in his bitch, Anderson gave out another cry of half pain, half pleasure as the tentacles worked at his cock and hard nipples and the monster started pumping into him. Alucard sped up slowly while the tentacles pumped in time, each thrust bringing a cry and a shudder out of his pet as he gripped the sheets. Beyond all thoughts of sin and morality, Anderson pushed as much as he could into each of Alucard's thrusts, yearning for the next. Alucard continued to speed up, moaning very faintly and being very close to coming as Anderson moaned and shuddered more frequently. The tentacles continued to keep time with the thrusts, matching every time Alucard pushed forward. Alucard moaned loudly as he came inside his bitch just as Anderson came loudly onto his stomach and abdomen.

Anderson panted and shuddered at the after effects as the tentacles languidly moved over him like water. Alucard pulled out of him and leaned down to whisper in his pet's ear as his bitch continued to pant. “You enjoyed every second of that... and you only questioned it once. I do believe I have you.” Anderson's eyes flew open and he tried to make another swing at Alucard. The monster had disappeared, along with the tentacles. Anderson was once again alone in the room with the paintings, his come on himself and his pants still on the floor. Anderson groaned in despair and disgust at himself.

Using one of the sheets from the bed, he cleaned himself off and tossed the dirty sheet onto the floor. Staring into the carpet, he contemplated what had just happened and what Alucard had said. The worst part was, the monster was right. He hadn't fought him the entire time. ...And... he had enjoyed it. Anderson gave a yell of anger as he punched the framework of the bed. He sat there panting a bit, when he realized he no longer wanted to think at the moment. He laid down and rolled over to tried to get to sleep. It did not come as easy as he had hoped; the thoughts of what just happened and his own doubts running through his mind. However, eventually, he came into a black, dream-filled sleep.

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*Finishes the last lines and tosses the sheets of paper at a bunch of rabid fans from behind her desk* o_O

I know, I know. I'm very late with this. I am very sorry to keep you all waiting with this. I had one massive writer's block. It was finally role-playing with my good friend Minx that got me out of it. (I should do that more often...) Thank you all for your patience and your love for the demented Alucard and nearly-insane Anderson.
Anderson: Nearl'eh insane?

Me: Ya, I mean, you're becoming depressed, you're developing Stockholm Syndrome, plus you've got that whole religious nut-job thing working for you.

Anderson: Religious nut job...

Me: And Alucard is going to add a whole list of disorders pretty damn soon anyway. I could classify them, I just don't want to right now. I'm tired after writing that. *Goes to sleep*

-P. Alighieri