Hellsing Fan Fiction ❯ For What We Have Never Possessed ❯ Aftermath ( Chapter 2 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

It’s me again. Thanks for the reviews! It made me so happy… T_T I almost cried. Well, I think I’m done with this. Really we don’t need little regenerators running around with Auntie Yumie chasing them w/ a carving knife. O_O Umm, this is just a short follow up piece. Not sensational, but I thought it was kind of cute. Like Alexander Anderson, in the same disturbing way…


It was strange, she decided absently. It was quite different to wake up beside someone, and even stranger to be in their arms. Of course, it was stranger still that that someone happened to be Alexander Anderson.
She’d been alone for so long. Cold nights, meaningless days…Yumiko was her friend, yes, but there were sentiments that Yumiko could not understand. Pains that the other girl could never hope to heal. Oh, and that went for Yumie as well.
Worthless.
That was the one consistent opinion that she held of herself.
Utterly worthless.
But of course, the other Iscariots felt obligated to tell her it wasn’t so. They said it with such sincerity and ignorance of her perspective. Even Yumiko could never comprehend it. Father Maxwell might have been a bit more knowledgeable, but he did not bring much consolation. Father Maxwell was sort of a father to all of them, with various exceptions. In her case, it made her stomach turn at times, because despite his indisputable concern, he was still ignorant of the burdens on her heart and the heinous acts she committed for the will of God.
Heinkel grew more cynical, bitterer, and far unhappier in the darkness, as she continued to fulfill mission after mission. She seemed fine of course, calculating and painfully rational at all times, and to an extent, she was. However, despite the gifts of her mind, she was worthless. That old adage about destruction being simpler than creation lingered in her mind. Destroy, destroy, destroy, etc. And when she was old, and could no longer pursue her quarry, what use would she be? God loved her, but nobody else did. Well, as of a few nights ago, that had changed. Of all the fellow psychotic clergyman she could have forged a bond with, Father Alexander Anderson, the homicidal regenerator of Division XIII, was never one she had ever pictured.
It was different to be so familiar with him. She had admired him from a distance, as a warrior and nothing more. Change. Now everything was changing. Perspective. Emotion. Reality.
Heinkel wiggled a little, trying to get comfortable without rousing the man beside her.
She wondered if she could confide in Yumiko. The Japanese girl was her best and arguably only friend, yet, because she had been unable to truly comprehend Heinkel’s earlier problems, Heinkel believed telling her might prove to be unwise. Actually, it would be very unwise. Heinkel knew Yumiko and Yumie quite well, but she was very uncertain of the other girl’s reaction.
Yumiko didn’t really realize the depths of Heinkel’s gnawing unhappiness; you probably didn’t get lonely with two people in your head. Heinkel inhaled softly as she watched her sleeping lover.
He really was kind of cute.
She stifled a snicker. Murderous priest did not really equal cute. The thought of his much despised nemesis catching wind of her description of Alexander Anderson has “cute and cuddly” was quite…hilarious. In fact, Alexander might even get the chance to finish Arucard, partly due to the invocation of his infamous wrath, partly because the vampire would have to be incapacitated by a fit of laughter. Heinkel mulled over the plot, but decided against it; Alexander would be mortified. Well, he wasn’t just cute- he was a burly manly man. Cliché, but she could deal with it.
A few wicked thoughts crossed her mind as she admired his naked form. Make that quite a few. Had her chaste youth been a waste? Heinkel protested that. No, she had found Alexander and it had been worth the wait.
She rested her forehead against his chest. His strong arms were wrapped firmly around her waist. She nestled a little closer to him.
Anderson opened one eye and glanced down at the woman he was holding. She was awake and he shifted his position a little to give her more room. It was hard to fit the two of them into a twin bed. Hell, it was hard enough to fit him into a twin bed, let alone another person.
“Good morning,” he purred softly in her ear.
Heinkel looked up to see Alexander, sans glasses, grinning at her affectionately.
“Morning Alex,” she yawned and stretched, before wrapping her arms around his neck. Physical contact was a relatively new sensation, and she was rapidly growing to appreciate it. “I was just thinking…”
“About?”
“You, me, nothing important.” She closed her eyes again.
Anderson raised a brow, but pressed her closer.
“Be more specific, lass.”
Heinkel decided she was ready to go back to sleep.
“Come on, tell me.”
“No. Let me sleep.”
“Tell me,” he rumbled. “Tell me or I’ll get up.”
Heinkel glared at him for a moment.
“It wasn’t important, really.”
“Tell me…”
She didn’t like being threatened.
“I was wondering how many pairs of glasses you’ve gone through.”
Alexander stopped for a moment, a puzzled look on his face.
Heinkel took advantage of the instant, and got comfortable once more. Silly prat, he probably couldn’t count that high.

Surreal? Probably. My reality is surreality. So, you know the routine. Please review? (Geez, I’m a shameless begger.)