Hellsing Fan Fiction ❯ Gone Fishing ❯ Opening A Can of Worms ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: I do not own Hellsing or any of its characters. They belong to Kouto Hirano.

 

Standing on her tiptoes, Seras reached for the can of worms. It was the last thing she needed before she went fishing and it was of course, the bloody hardest thing to get. The little vampire huffed, stretching for it. It sat on second to highest shelf in the cellar of the Hellsing mansion. The cellar was a little extra supply room.

 

Seras had no clue as to why a can of worms was down here but she wasn't going to question her good luck. The thought of having to trap her own in the mud made her shudder. She could hook the thing easy as pie but the thought of being on her knees in mud was just…for lack of a better term icky.

 

A strand of honey blond hair fell into her eyes and she blew it out, concentrating. Her gloved hand brushed it and she sucked in a breath, red eyes narrowing in concentration. Almost there…almost…. there…alm- the can suddenly jumped to the highest shelf.

 

Too startled to stop herself, Seras shrieked and stumbled backwards, arms flailing as the world suddenly lost its solidity. “Ahh!” she cried as gravity won and she felt herself fall backwards.

 

She shut her eyes, preparing to have one nasty bruise. But the impact never came. One red eye opened when Seras realized she wasn't falling anymore. In fact, she felt like she was floating. Seras tilted to the side and nearly shrieked again.

 

She was floating! Damn near a foot off the ground! “MASTER!” Seras cried, knowing the mischievous vampire had to be behind this.

 

The air around her rippled and Seras become abruptly aware of two things: the almost burning hot body wrapped around her…and the hand fondling her bottom.

 

The first she could do nothing about. The second had her snapping her head back, colliding with a muscled chest. “Master,” she hissed, wiggling as the knowing fingers played with her rear through her uniform. “Will you stop it and kindly put me down?”

 

The chest rumbled with a chuckle. “Why would I stop? This is the first chance I've had to touch this ass in weeks.”

 

Seras felt herself flush bright red. “What part of “I don't want you” is not getting through?” she snapped, aware of her body's traitorous reaction to that hand.

 

Suddenly the world did a one-eighty, giving Seras a real sense of vertigo as Alucard spun her and brought them down to earth, clasping her in his arms. “The entire thing sounds like a bunch of rot,” he said, answering her question.

 

Seras refused to look at him, though she could feel his gaze on her like twin beams of heat. “Well then, put me down so I can leave and stop filling your ears with this so-called rot,” she bit out, squirming to get away from the hand that was making its ever-steady way to the warm region between her thighs. “Damn it, Master there's a nasty little word for what you're doing.”

 

Just like that she was on her feet, wobbling as she hit the ground. Seras spun, making herself dizzier but determined to duke this out with her master face to face. She found the vampire lounging against the shelf, one broad shoulder propped against it, the can of worms in his gloved hand.

 

Seras allowed herself a brief once-over. He was in his regular costume, black suit, red overcoat, red kerchief and shining black knee-high boots. He was hatless and that disturbingly alive hair rolled down his shoulders in waves of menacing black. Before she could stop herself, Seras remembered a time when she'd been covered in all the evil darkness. She'd never been able to see anything through it. It had been as if he and his mane had worked to keep them surrounded by the night.

 

Alucard's soft drawl seemed to echo through the room. “I don't like being accused of rape, Police Girl.”

 

Seras shivered at the hollow tone. She'd gained a lot of strength and grit, more so when she'd broken down at begun to drink from the blood bags, from her time at Hellsing. Enough so to capture the interest of the vampire who'd made her. She knew him well enough now, that no matter what went on between them, in the end, it was always Master and Servant.

 

She swallowed. “I'm sorry, Master. I didn't mean to…” she trailed off at his derisive look and her cheeks flamed. Okay so she had meant to call him a rapist. Her shoulders stiffened and her head lifted. But so what? She'd have said anything to get him to stop touching her! The memories were still too fresh for her to handle him touching her. “Well, I am sorry,” she said sulkily.

 

Alucard twirled the can of worms. “Somehow I don't believe you, but as it were, I've got bigger fish to fry so I'll let it pass.” The can started rolling in circles in mid-air. “Why were you trying to get this?”

 

Seras shifted her weight, darting her gaze about the little cellar. It was lit by soft white light from some light source she couldn't see. Besides the shelf, it had several extra cots, rations and clothing that looked like old army uniforms, folded neatly inside plastic bags. It had a kind of old dungeon feel, with cobblestone floor and moss green walls. She became intensely focused on the floor. “I've was gonna go fishing,” she finally admitted.

 

The can spun faster. Alucard's gaze seemed to intensify on her. “With who?”

 

Seras' hands fisted at her sides and she glared at the floor. “Nobody. I was just gonna go fishing by myself and catch something.”

 

“Why? You can't eat anything you catch,” he said matter-of-factly. “Or have you regressed and stop drinking the blood again?”

 

Seras glared at the floor harder. “I just want to fish okay? I want to do something that doesn't require guns.” The last part came out as resentfully as possible. If Alucard even got one whiff of her need to be away from violence, he'd have them on the next bloodiest mission he could have Sir Hellsing find.

 

But her Master wasn't an idiot. The can did a flip and spun around in the air again. “Getting tired of blood and gore, Police Girl?” he said lazily, directing the can without taking his gaze off her stubbornly bent head. “Want a little bit of relaxation?”

 

The last was said so seductively, Seras instantly clenched against the onrush of wet heat his words inspired. “Not with you,” she said rudely. “ I have no interest in picking up where we left off, Master.”

 

Alucard laughed soundlessly. “You could have fooled me. I can smell it, you know. I know exactly when you're excited. I know how intensely you want an orgasm or how raunchy you want the sex. Give it up, little fledgling, you're dying to get back in my bed.” And back on me was the message in his eyes.

 

The fact that he was right and the fact that she couldn't without getting her heart involved made Seras see red. Her head snapped up and she growled. “Ugh could you be any more conceited? Yeah I'm horny, big deal. I'm permanently twenty-three and dating is not exactly the easiest thing to do. I'm going to be a little bit on the frustrated side for a long time. But it has nothing in anyway shape or form to do with you.” She walked up to him with her shoulders tense enough to break steel. “Now can I please have my can of worms?”

 

The can dropped onto Alucard's open palm. His eyes held the casual hint of madness and the annoyance of a man ignored. “Get it from me.”

 

“God, you're over a billion years old. Stop acting like you're three and give me the damn can!”

 

The object in question promptly went back into the air. Alucard folded his arms; muscles normally discreetly hidden beneath his overcoat suddenly becoming visible. Seras had to stop herself from biting her lip as her unwilling gaze traveled over them. Those arms could squeeze the life out of another vampire but they'd only been gentle with her, firm when they had to be but gentle.

 

She missed being in his arms. No she did not! Seras shook her head. “Alucard, please, I really want to go fishing.”

 

“We've had this conversation already, get the can so you can.” The can floated between them and hovered there, several feet above her head. She growled at him and he growled back. “Stop being pathetic and get the can, Seras.”

 

Seras stared up at it. It was times like this where she wouldn't mind being a foot taller. But since she wasn't how the heck did she get the thing? Alucard gave a deliberately exasperated sigh, the sound grating down her nerves and sending shivers up her spine.

 

“Use your powers, Police Girl. I didn't give them to you so you could ignore them.”

 

Seras frowned. “How though?”

 

Alucard sneered. “Guess.”

 

Seras was in his face instantly, provoked beyond her control. Her eyes flamed ruby red. “Stop being an ass, I don't need it. If you didn't have this stupid urge to act like you're seven, I wouldn't be in this predicament and we would still not be talking. So don't get all high and mighty big bad vampire on me. Give. Me. My. Can.” She punctuated each word with a poke.

 

In a flash, he had her fingers and he straightened slowly, lifting her arm until he was upright and her arm was raised so high, she was on her tiptoes. The can floated unnoticed. His own eyes flared but with a different kind of heat. “You know…you're so damn gorgeous when you're mad,” he snarled and yanked her body into full contact with his.

 

Seras hissed, almost, almost melting against him. Instead she slapped her hand against him, trying to push away. His arm slid around her waist and effectively locked her in. She growled. “Let me go.”

 

“No.” His head swooped down and nuzzled her neck. Her lifted hand clenched helplessly as he trailed his mouth wetly towards her ear.

 

“St…stop…” she stammered, pressing against him, arching her neck so he could go higher.

 

Alucard ignored her protest, dragging his teeth gently against the shell of her ear, surprising a gasp out of her. He purred approvingly, following the line of her jaw until he met her mouth. The kiss was surprisingly gentle, a lazy meeting of mouths and tongues. Seras hummed, her free hand going up and tangling in his hair. He'd released her hand sometime during his exploration and that too, fell around his neck.

 

One kiss became two, two became three, three become more and more until Seras found herself against the wall, legs tight around him, moaning into his mouth.

 

She broke away with a gasp, instantly furious with herself. Alucard growled at the loss of her mouth and straightened enough for her to meet his gaze. It mocked her.

 

Her legs promptly fell from him. “Get off of me.”

 

He smirked and glided backwards, hands up in the air. “I'm off.”

 

Seras tucked her uniform back into place, glaring at him. “Don't ever touch me again.”

 

“Don't provoke me,” he said mildly, watching her fuss over herself. The can was back in his hand. He stayed as he was, his hair mussed, his overcoat half off his shoulders. The suit had been pushed open enough that she could see a sliver of pale skin.

 

Seras tossed her head, pushing the image out of her mind. “This wouldn't have happened if you'd just given me the can.”

 

“Exactly.” Alucard tossed the can to her. She caught it without thought, staring at him. What did he mean, exactly?

 

He read her mind without a change in expression. “You're not dumb, for the most part Seras. Don't overanalyze my answer.” A distant look appeared in his eyes. “My Master calls. We'll have to continue this fascinating conversation a little later.” With that said, he melted into the floor, gone before she could make sense out of what he said.

 

She frowned down at the can. Then shook her head. “Continue my ass. I'm going fishing.” And maybe she'd catch herself some other hot undead guy.

 

And maybe pigs could fly.