Hellsing Fan Fiction ❯ Bloodhunger - Butterfly ❯ Bloodhunger - Butterfly ( Chapter 1 )

Bloodhunger/ My Butterfly

Titel: Bloodhunger/ my Butterfly

Author: yari

Rating: NC-17!!!

Warning: rape, sex, death

Pairing: Alucard/Other

AC:

I don't really know Alucard, I just heard my friends speak about it so often and decided to make them this present. Alucard is really violating but I think you could just take this as Alucards life bevor he was vampire of Integra's family (somehow) anyway enjoy.

Butterfly:

He was hunting, hiding in the dark corner. Just staring in the darkness enveloping him. Watching the shadows growing longer and longer.

He didn't move. He just stood there, a man clad in a dark red coat that dared blood in its colour and woke a sense of calm alertness, fascinating in its dark shades.

His ravenous black hair was striking under a red hat whose long cramp would have been overshadowing his hadn't it been too dark to see anything clear anyway.

A tiny sparkle of light from the flickering of a light in a window above showed long shadowed cheeks, reaching over pale lips to along strong nose on which's brink sat a pair of yellow sunglasses, giving his pale skin a scary note to its unearthly inner shine.

A movement.

A hand clad in black leather gloves showing long enticing fingers gripped the wall, a flutter of blood red coat revealing a slip of cold hard black steel in a holster just above the strong hipbone.

He was waiting, his eyes now canning the area of the dark street before him. A sound and his head jerked up, listening in the silence…

Finally, there was the light tapping of shoes on the shaggy headstones, fast steps now…

He was burning; aching… cold hunger was running through his veins, blood washing to his groin.

And then he was preying, going high on the thrill of the hunt, and stealing himself to his prey. And wasn't she sweet? Feeling her frightening, panic, but not exactly knowing why. Innocent ones…

He shuckled inside he moved faster to her. Now she couldn't escape anymore, `cause tonight she was his prey. Swiftly he moved with the shadows. She was running now. He was coming nearer any moment, could hear the hot blood pulsing in her veins, fresh and alive, red siren him in, smelling it, making him hard with need and anticipation.

Now she was mere inches from his reaching fingers, his eyes clouded with dark desire, head heavy with lust, nothing else mattered anymore, just drinking and pulling and stroking this hot flesh, so alive.

He reached out, hand touching her upper arm and she went stock-still, trembling with freezing fear, eyes wide like a scarred animal. He pulled her trembling body to his, pressing her back against his chest, feeling exited by the now throbbing pulse in the vein on her neck.

He smiled, revealing long white canines. Slowly he licked her neck, noting the warming of the flesh underneath his laving tongue. The girl's long black hair fell over her shoulder as he opened the ribbon that had held it before.

Encircling her small waist in his arms, turning her head to his. Smiling at the shudder as he licked slowly over her mouth opening it then claiming pulling pushing his tongue inside, sucking her, watching the blood flooding her cheeks and lips, now cherry red.

Sucking again he smiled to himself… so innocent, so exquisite fine bones that held her body, but oh so rich blood warming him making him need. His fingers roam over her bode, feeling her taut waist slipping over her breast, making her gasp against her will.

Sweet butterfly, beautiful butterfly, my butterfly.

Only mine!

She moaned as he slipped his hand under her blouse and encircled on of her nipples with his fingers. His tongue continued its trail over the side of her head, slowly, nipping at the creamy skin. Stealing tiny kisses first, then ravishing the skin with a sudden rush of heat. She gasped, not struggling any more.

Caught you my butterfly.

He opened the buttons of her blouson, sliding it of her shoulders, then turning her body over, pressing her to him as she gasped in the embrace, as near as any to a lovers embrace. Slowly thrusting his hip to hers he opened her bra letting it join up with her blouson on the stones.

He made his way with his mouth to her breast nearly driving made with delicious friction of the hot rich substance under him.

Putting his leg between her thighs, spreading them to him, he let his finger trail to her short skirt, trading under the waistband, continuing the journey, finding short curls of satin hair, stroking them, noting wetness seeping through her slip.

His Body rocked against her in a swift motion and he was groaning, so exquisite pain, shuddering through him. She cried when he sucked on of her nipples, laving, kissing, biting, not too deep… not yet.

Her body begged into his hands, seeking until he found her throbbing wet cleft, sliding two fingers into her.

She arched into his stroking hand, crying disappointed, when he left her on the edge. Thrusting into her again with his fingers, carrying her on, never letting her find release.

His need was overturning now.

He suddenly jerked her hip by his probing fingers to him, sliding himself against her, faster, faster. Opening his pants in one swift motion, sliding fully inside her, thrusting violently inside her shuddering body.

Pain was welling up inside her, but she couldn't come clinging to the edge as he slammed his hip again against hers.

Then he gave his hunger way and teared his fangs into soft throbbing flesh.

She struggled, as he sucked, the pain making her numb, tried to scream but her voice was too horse now.

As he sucked he could feel the edge, her fresh hot blood flooding his mouth leading him and he swallowed quickly not risking one drop of the precious liquid.

At some time her struggling eased and he howled when release came to him.

As he had stopped trembling he lay her now lifeless body down. So faint now. Her blood was now pounding in his veins, strong and alive.

Poor little butterfly.

He reached to button his pants up again. Then he turned and swiftly left again in the darkness of the night.

No sound was heard as he went on without leaving any sign of his appearance. The sky was as clear as on any other night.

Nothing had changed.

Except maybe for the crushed butterfly laying on the ground.

His butterfly.

My gift to Anke and Yoela, I hope you liked it.

Yari