Hellsing Fan Fiction ❯ Field of Grey ❯ Dusk ( Chapter 1 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Naira-child 
The fight scene.
Anime/Manga: Hellsing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 05.30.2005 | Updated On: 06.04.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 381 | Status: Completed
The fight scene.
Anime/Manga: Hellsing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 05.30.2005 | Updated On: 06.04.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 381 | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: I do not own Hellsing.. at all....
Fields of Grey
Seras breathed a sigh of relief, and of anguish. She was covered in blood. Some of hers, but more of his. She didn't expect him to bleed as much as he did, especially being a regenerator. The night had faded, and the morning sky was several shades of gold, pink and crimson. She'd just made it back to Hellsing in time for the sun to peak over the horizon. Her breathing began to calm, partially because she realized she didn't need to anymore, but more so that she realized he would not follow her here. She'd fought him again, and this time, she'd nearly lost.
Refusing her dinner as per usual, she'd been relieved of her duties earlier that evening, and for once in her undead life, she did not wait around for Alucard's usual display of bastard. This time, she'd informed Integra that she was going off grounds, and just started walking. She didn't know where her feet would take her, but she knew she had to be somewhere other than where she was.
Several hours had gone by before she'd reached the field. She hadn't the faintest clue where her footsteps had lead her, all she knew was that her feet hurt while standing upon some country dirt road, there was a field in her vision with a church in it, and he was there. He stood in the shadows of the church Wind blew the grass, and it rippled like an ocean of grey. She could see him in the shadows of the building, his back to her, gazing up at the cross on the church doors. Another breeze that rippled the grass caught his attention, he turned his head, and in the corner of his eye, he caught sight of her.
His face was almost serene in the moonlight, making him seem much younger that he already looked. Then it changed, rapidly contorting into a snarl, and harsh words aimed towards the girl came tumbling out in an almost incomprehensible heap. He attacked then, quoting scriptures, crossing the distance between them with inhuman speed, spewing words no priest should ever know. He easily put three blades into her before she'd even raised a hand to strike him. Three nowhere near her heart, but three none the less.
Quickly she stumbled backwards, and pulled a blade out from her abdomen before hitting the ground. Her mind swam with messages of the pain those blades had caused. Her vision blurred and her ears seemed to stop working, and all she could hear was a faint ringing, and the Paladin's voice. Although even that was quieter than a lover's whisper. He slid another four blades in before she could get her footing. Hissing in pain, she sprung backwards and in a fever pitch, pulled out the blades.
"Ye won't win, Draculina, " he taunted, and moved to take her head off. Seras quickly ducked, and picked up one of the blessed blades. Her hand burned, but she held tight anyways, and plunged it in to the Paladin's solar plexis. He gasped, dropped his blade in surprise, and took a step backward to put some distance between them. Seras let go of the blade's handle at the sight of the blood. She's never wounded someone quite like that, and the smell of blood was intoxicating.
It was the richest shade of red she'd ever seen. It smelt like copper and warmth, and just good. And Seras could feel the bloodlust taking over as she watched it pour out of him. She wanted it, and for the briefest of seconds, she wanted him just because he had it.
She attacked with a crazy fever, and he blocked quite well. There was a reason he was her master's equal. She scratched his face, knocking off his glasses. With a hand once again on the blade within him, she yanked it upward, causing it to slice him to his collar bone. He gasped in pain and cursed her once more before falling to the ground in pain. In that moment, she'd realized herself, and the bloodlust lost it's grip.
Shocked with handiwork, she knelt beside him. His glasses we're a few feet to her left, an smudge of blood clouding the right lens. She reached for them, picked them up and paused to examine them. The nose piece reminded her of her master's glasses, minus the yellow lenses and obvious frame differences. But they reminded her of them none the less. She quickly decided that she'd keep that information to herself, despite how much it would joy her to see the look of horror that it was cause on Anderson's face.
Her eyes moved from the glasses to him. And she felt a stab of pity. He was torn, literally, and the blood drowned the grey grass in a wash of burgandy. it was then she'd realized the blade had gone right through to his back, and was now haphazardly sticking out of him. His breathing was shallow, and he'd closed his eyes in pain. His cross had been somehow caught in the rampage of the blade and had been split in two, the lower half discarded somewhere to the side. She'd broken him. An impossible task, but she'd done it. And somehow... she knew he might just die.
She glanced at his cheek, and noticed that his regeneration ability was beginning to heal it. And an instinct of her's she'd never felt before began to take hold. Her master had done it to her several times before, usually to her many protests. Seras gently pulled the blade from him, set it aside, and leaned over. Very gently she licked the wound on his cheek. His eyes snapped open, and he tried to say something, but his lungs were filling with blood, and it was so very painful.
Seras, on the other hand, was trying incredibly hard not to just abandon his cheek, and bit his neck.
The wound closed faster than she expected, and she found herself slightly disappointed. It when she heard another raspy breath did she turn her attention to his other wounds. When she began to close up this one, she noticed quite a bit more protest than with his cheek. His hands grabbed her forearms, and tried to push her away... but right now, she was the stronger.
Her lounge burned slightly at contact with him. Not a horrible burn, but a slightly pleasant sting. She wondered vaguely if this was because he was holy, and she was not. And as she lapped up the blood around the wound, and felt new skin form, her mind began to wander again. this time, she wondered how far away she was from his heart.
Anderson was trying very hard to form words. But his lungs still protested use, and his mind couldn't quite put together the thoughts. He was raging inside. He hated her, and moreover, he hated not having the strength to push her away.
Seras in the meantime, had finished that wound, and was gently turning him over to get to his back. The wound was smaller than the other, apparently she wasn't forceful enough to shatter his spine, but it was a bit damaged... and she took care of that first, before moving onto his skin. It closed over and she laid him back down.
She picked up his glasses, and cleaned the spot on them with a clean piece of her uniform. Nimbly she placed them back on his face, and took sight of drop of blood on the corner of his mouth. Feeling brave, and a little stupid, she leaned over once more and quickly kissed the drop away. Secretly hoping he wouldn't bite her.
Seras quickly rose, and started walking away from him. She'd know he'd survive now. Whether or not that was good or bad, was to be seen.
A/N: i had free time, soi rewote this... and i guess it's not just a one-shot anymore...
Fields of Grey
Seras breathed a sigh of relief, and of anguish. She was covered in blood. Some of hers, but more of his. She didn't expect him to bleed as much as he did, especially being a regenerator. The night had faded, and the morning sky was several shades of gold, pink and crimson. She'd just made it back to Hellsing in time for the sun to peak over the horizon. Her breathing began to calm, partially because she realized she didn't need to anymore, but more so that she realized he would not follow her here. She'd fought him again, and this time, she'd nearly lost.
Refusing her dinner as per usual, she'd been relieved of her duties earlier that evening, and for once in her undead life, she did not wait around for Alucard's usual display of bastard. This time, she'd informed Integra that she was going off grounds, and just started walking. She didn't know where her feet would take her, but she knew she had to be somewhere other than where she was.
Several hours had gone by before she'd reached the field. She hadn't the faintest clue where her footsteps had lead her, all she knew was that her feet hurt while standing upon some country dirt road, there was a field in her vision with a church in it, and he was there. He stood in the shadows of the church Wind blew the grass, and it rippled like an ocean of grey. She could see him in the shadows of the building, his back to her, gazing up at the cross on the church doors. Another breeze that rippled the grass caught his attention, he turned his head, and in the corner of his eye, he caught sight of her.
His face was almost serene in the moonlight, making him seem much younger that he already looked. Then it changed, rapidly contorting into a snarl, and harsh words aimed towards the girl came tumbling out in an almost incomprehensible heap. He attacked then, quoting scriptures, crossing the distance between them with inhuman speed, spewing words no priest should ever know. He easily put three blades into her before she'd even raised a hand to strike him. Three nowhere near her heart, but three none the less.
Quickly she stumbled backwards, and pulled a blade out from her abdomen before hitting the ground. Her mind swam with messages of the pain those blades had caused. Her vision blurred and her ears seemed to stop working, and all she could hear was a faint ringing, and the Paladin's voice. Although even that was quieter than a lover's whisper. He slid another four blades in before she could get her footing. Hissing in pain, she sprung backwards and in a fever pitch, pulled out the blades.
"Ye won't win, Draculina, " he taunted, and moved to take her head off. Seras quickly ducked, and picked up one of the blessed blades. Her hand burned, but she held tight anyways, and plunged it in to the Paladin's solar plexis. He gasped, dropped his blade in surprise, and took a step backward to put some distance between them. Seras let go of the blade's handle at the sight of the blood. She's never wounded someone quite like that, and the smell of blood was intoxicating.
It was the richest shade of red she'd ever seen. It smelt like copper and warmth, and just good. And Seras could feel the bloodlust taking over as she watched it pour out of him. She wanted it, and for the briefest of seconds, she wanted him just because he had it.
She attacked with a crazy fever, and he blocked quite well. There was a reason he was her master's equal. She scratched his face, knocking off his glasses. With a hand once again on the blade within him, she yanked it upward, causing it to slice him to his collar bone. He gasped in pain and cursed her once more before falling to the ground in pain. In that moment, she'd realized herself, and the bloodlust lost it's grip.
Shocked with handiwork, she knelt beside him. His glasses we're a few feet to her left, an smudge of blood clouding the right lens. She reached for them, picked them up and paused to examine them. The nose piece reminded her of her master's glasses, minus the yellow lenses and obvious frame differences. But they reminded her of them none the less. She quickly decided that she'd keep that information to herself, despite how much it would joy her to see the look of horror that it was cause on Anderson's face.
Her eyes moved from the glasses to him. And she felt a stab of pity. He was torn, literally, and the blood drowned the grey grass in a wash of burgandy. it was then she'd realized the blade had gone right through to his back, and was now haphazardly sticking out of him. His breathing was shallow, and he'd closed his eyes in pain. His cross had been somehow caught in the rampage of the blade and had been split in two, the lower half discarded somewhere to the side. She'd broken him. An impossible task, but she'd done it. And somehow... she knew he might just die.
She glanced at his cheek, and noticed that his regeneration ability was beginning to heal it. And an instinct of her's she'd never felt before began to take hold. Her master had done it to her several times before, usually to her many protests. Seras gently pulled the blade from him, set it aside, and leaned over. Very gently she licked the wound on his cheek. His eyes snapped open, and he tried to say something, but his lungs were filling with blood, and it was so very painful.
Seras, on the other hand, was trying incredibly hard not to just abandon his cheek, and bit his neck.
The wound closed faster than she expected, and she found herself slightly disappointed. It when she heard another raspy breath did she turn her attention to his other wounds. When she began to close up this one, she noticed quite a bit more protest than with his cheek. His hands grabbed her forearms, and tried to push her away... but right now, she was the stronger.
Her lounge burned slightly at contact with him. Not a horrible burn, but a slightly pleasant sting. She wondered vaguely if this was because he was holy, and she was not. And as she lapped up the blood around the wound, and felt new skin form, her mind began to wander again. this time, she wondered how far away she was from his heart.
Anderson was trying very hard to form words. But his lungs still protested use, and his mind couldn't quite put together the thoughts. He was raging inside. He hated her, and moreover, he hated not having the strength to push her away.
Seras in the meantime, had finished that wound, and was gently turning him over to get to his back. The wound was smaller than the other, apparently she wasn't forceful enough to shatter his spine, but it was a bit damaged... and she took care of that first, before moving onto his skin. It closed over and she laid him back down.
She picked up his glasses, and cleaned the spot on them with a clean piece of her uniform. Nimbly she placed them back on his face, and took sight of drop of blood on the corner of his mouth. Feeling brave, and a little stupid, she leaned over once more and quickly kissed the drop away. Secretly hoping he wouldn't bite her.
Seras quickly rose, and started walking away from him. She'd know he'd survive now. Whether or not that was good or bad, was to be seen.
A/N: i had free time, soi rewote this... and i guess it's not just a one-shot anymore...