Hellsing Fan Fiction ❯ Hellsing Goes American ❯ Dreams Are Great ( Chapter 8 )
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By: ani_cat_candy 
Who the hell is that guy in her dreams? He's so familiar, but the answer just keeps slipping away.
Anime/Manga: Hellsing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Psychological / Horror / Drama / Comedy / Romance | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 02.02.2009 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.1K | Visits: 289 | Status: Completed
Who the hell is that guy in her dreams? He's so familiar, but the answer just keeps slipping away.
Anime/Manga: Hellsing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Psychological / Horror / Drama / Comedy / Romance | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 02.02.2009 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.1K | Visits: 289 | Status: Completed
Hellsing Goes American
Chapter 8: Dreams Are Great
God damn that was hot! Candice thought about what had happend in the office as she washed the blood out of her hair.
The way he looked at her while licking the blood off her palm, then sucking on her finger like it was a lolly-pop.
She shivered remembering how his toung had worked around her finger. The feeling of the knife sliceing through his flesh. His warm blood slideing down her skin. The taste of his blood when she had licked her lips. The warmth of his arms wraped around her as they sat laughing together.
She sighed, resting her head against the marble wall of the shower. That's the closest she's ever gotten to doing anything with a guy. Not that she didn't want to, just, no one's ever shown her that kind of attention, and the thought of being called a whore just pissed her off. She refused to give anyone even the slightest reason to call her such.
She smiled as she walked through a small forest, it was a nice cloudy day, looked like it might even rain. She paused as she stepped in something wet. It was a puddle of blood.. Weird.. And even weirder, she wasn't wearing any shoes.
It sudenly became dark as it began to rain, quickly turning her white nightgown red. Then she heard it. That sexy laugh from the previous night's dream.
She ran toward the laughter, getting caught on limbs every now and then.
There he was! Standing in the middle of a small clearing, wearing the same red coat, hat and glasses, laughing as he tossed a disembodied head to the side.
He turned to her and smiled.. There was something familiar about that smile, but she didn't care to dwell on it at the moment, maybe when she woke up, but not now.
He stoped just in front of her and ran a gloved hand over her cheek before bending down until their noses touched. She wished he wasn't wearing those damn glasses, but all thoughts were thrown out the window as she felt his hot breath ghost over her lips followed closely by his own lips.
She let her eyes close as he lifted her up so her legs wraped around his midsection, his lips never leaving hers. He was so gentle with her, as though she were an antique porcelin doll that could break at the slightest touch.
She wraped her arms around his neck, wanting him to do more, but it was not to be as he pulled back and gave her a gentle smile before fading away in a blinding light.
She slung an arm over her eyes and groned as she was blinded by the early morning sun glareing at her through the window. "Good morning Miss." Walter chirpped happily as he tied back the curtains.
Bastard. He's the one that woke her from her awesome dream. "I've already had your dress cleaned of all the blood and breakfast is waiting for you in the dinning room. Is there anything else I can do for you, Miss?"
She just groaned again and pulled the blankets over her head. "Very well then." She heard the door close as she began drifting off to sleep again.
She was almost there when someone jumped on her bed, scaring the crap out of her. She yelped as she threw the blankets off so she could kill whoever woke her, and stoped as she came face to face with her pet, who looked very amused.
She let out an exasperated sigh as she fell back onto her comfy pillow.
"What's wrong, Master?" He teased as he crawled over her and sat, stradling her hips.
"You're evil." she mumbled while giving him a sleepy glare, causing him to laugh, which in turn, made her smile.
He was wearing the exact same outfit as yesterday, a nice white dress shirt and black slacks that were tucked into his boots, which she wished he would get off the bed.
She lay there a moment, enjoying having him sit on her like that, before she remembered something, "I thought vampires weren't supposed to be able to go into sunlight.."
He laughed a bit before answering, "That's only for weaker vampires." "Oh." That made sense.
"Now I have a question for you." He lowered himself to rest on his elbows while he cradled his head in his hands, makeing sure not to squish his little Fluff-ball. "Are you really a complete nut-job or is it just an act?" It had been bugging him all night and he just had to know.
She looked at him a moment, blushing due to their position, "I just think it's fun to mess with people's heads."
He let his head fall onto her chest as he burst out laughing. YES, that's the same answer he had received from her all those years ago.
After a moment he sat up, pulling her with him and into a big hug, "I LOVE YOU!!" He gave her a few entheusiastic kisses on the cheek before hugging her again like she were his favorite teddy that had been lost.
She just giggled at his antics, she knew he was only being dramatic and didn't really mean it.
"Gya! You're squeezing my guts out!" "Oops! Sorry, Master." He laughed at himself as he let her go.
Her smile grew just before she tackled him saying "Grwarrrrrr~!"
Walter came back in with breakfast to find Master and Pet wrestling on the bed, laughing.
He shook his head with a sigh as he set the tray on the small table in the sitting area in front of the fireplace. He figured she might get up if she saw and smelled the food. Sir Integra was like that..
He informed them of where he moved her breakfast to, not bothering to make sure either of them heard him. He left swiftly before anything happend that he didn't want to know about.
After hearing the door close Alucard flipped them over so he was atop his giggling master, pinning her down, her hazle green eyes shining with joy as she looked up at her pet.
After a moment of him just staring at her, Candice began to get nervous, she already had a bad sicial anxiety, this was just making it worse.
She wasn't very pretty, she knew she wasn't ugly, just not pretty. So what could he be so interested in?
No one had ever shown any interest in her, never hit on her, never even looked at her longer than a second unless she was wearing something weird or had one of her babies with her. She'd only ever heard of one guy that had any interest in her, her brother's friend's father, a creapy computer geek in his mid-fouties with an addiction to child porn (YUCK!).. So it made her very nervious having those amazing red eyes staring at her so intently.
Alucard was quite amused as his Master squermed nerviously beneath him as he studied her face.
He found her eyes to be most interesting, brown in the center, fadeing to green with a clear-cut blue ring around the outside.
His amusement faded quickly as he heard her thoughts.. Humans were so stupid.
He was about to say something when he heard her stomach growel.
She laughed nervously as he just laughed. Best let the fluff-ball have her breakfast. "I'm off to bed now Master. If there's anything you need, just let me know." He winked at her before phasing out of the room, his laughter echoing a bit after he was gone.
Her stomach groweld again, pulling her from her thoughts of why the hell he winked at her like that. "Alright, alright! Shut up already!" She repremanded her tummy.
Her breakfast had gotten a bit cold, but she didn't really care. She was more interested in that dream last night. Who was that guy and why did his smile and laugh seem so familiar?
She knew the answer was most likely stering her right in the face, but she still couldn't remember. It was like when you try to remember someone's name and it's on the tip of your toung. You KNOW you know it, but it keeps slipping away.
Her day was boreing. Nothing but paperwork. She was so glad when it was all done.
She yawned as she slid under the blankets and mumbled "Good night, Babies. Love y'all." like she always did before slipping off to dream land to hopefully see that hottie again.
She didn't have to wait long. He sat there waiting for her in what looked to be a dongeon.
He gave her a sexy smile as he stood from his high-backed chair and set his glass of wine down on the table just beside it.
She felt nervious watching him as he sauntered towards her.
Why was she nervious? It was just a dream.
He backed her up against the wall and leaned in, resting his forearm on the wall just above her head.
Damn those glasses! She really wanted to see his eyes.
Tired of waiting, she wraped her arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. He was all too happy to comply as he deepend the kiss, silently asking for entrance as he licked her lips.
Their toungs danced and she felt light headed. So this was what it was like to be kissed?
She was enjoying every second of it as he began kissing his way down her neck. His hands caressed her body in all the right places making her heart race and her mind go numb.
One hand slid beneath her nightgown and traveld up over her hip, bringing the dress with it.
She got goosebumps as the cool, damp air of the dongon came into contact with the newly exposed skin.
That wicked hand kept traveling upwards until it cupped one small breast. She gasped as he began kneeding the soft flesh and pinching and rolling the nipple between his fingers. They both jumped, however, when a phone rang. Everything quickly disolved into blackness.
Candice reluctantly woke up and snatched the receiver off the base. "Buisy." She barked at it before slamming it back down and prepaired to fall back asleep.
It rang again. "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT!?!?"
she heard laughter on the other end of the line, "Hay, What's up?" That wasn't Walter..
"Why don't 'cha come on down to your office so we can have some fun? C'mon, I'll show you the time of your life, you little whore."
She didn't even bother hanging up, just grabbed her favorite knife from her backpack and mentally called for Alucard.
No one calls her a whore and lives, she'll make them beg for forgivness. She laughed evily to herself as she made her way to the office, thoughts of torture forming in her twisted little mind.
AN: Thank you SO much for the review clusterlizard1! We really appreciate the constructive criticism! Also, thank you for telling us about the paragraph problem, we had it set up in WordPad as paragraphs.. but we've got it fixed!
Alucard: "Yes, thank you! Now maybe she'll learn how to spell.." gets hit in the head by a flying dictionary
Cat: "If you're so damn worried about the fucking spelling, then YOU fix it!" storms off and slams her bedroom door
Victoria: "Looks like someone is going to be sleeping on the couch tonight."
Alucard: "Yea, someone's going to sleep on the couch."
Victoria: "Huh? Master?! Wait! That's my room!" bangs on the door "MASTER!"
Chapter 8: Dreams Are Great
God damn that was hot! Candice thought about what had happend in the office as she washed the blood out of her hair.
The way he looked at her while licking the blood off her palm, then sucking on her finger like it was a lolly-pop.
She shivered remembering how his toung had worked around her finger. The feeling of the knife sliceing through his flesh. His warm blood slideing down her skin. The taste of his blood when she had licked her lips. The warmth of his arms wraped around her as they sat laughing together.
She sighed, resting her head against the marble wall of the shower. That's the closest she's ever gotten to doing anything with a guy. Not that she didn't want to, just, no one's ever shown her that kind of attention, and the thought of being called a whore just pissed her off. She refused to give anyone even the slightest reason to call her such.
She smiled as she walked through a small forest, it was a nice cloudy day, looked like it might even rain. She paused as she stepped in something wet. It was a puddle of blood.. Weird.. And even weirder, she wasn't wearing any shoes.
It sudenly became dark as it began to rain, quickly turning her white nightgown red. Then she heard it. That sexy laugh from the previous night's dream.
She ran toward the laughter, getting caught on limbs every now and then.
There he was! Standing in the middle of a small clearing, wearing the same red coat, hat and glasses, laughing as he tossed a disembodied head to the side.
He turned to her and smiled.. There was something familiar about that smile, but she didn't care to dwell on it at the moment, maybe when she woke up, but not now.
He stoped just in front of her and ran a gloved hand over her cheek before bending down until their noses touched. She wished he wasn't wearing those damn glasses, but all thoughts were thrown out the window as she felt his hot breath ghost over her lips followed closely by his own lips.
She let her eyes close as he lifted her up so her legs wraped around his midsection, his lips never leaving hers. He was so gentle with her, as though she were an antique porcelin doll that could break at the slightest touch.
She wraped her arms around his neck, wanting him to do more, but it was not to be as he pulled back and gave her a gentle smile before fading away in a blinding light.
She slung an arm over her eyes and groned as she was blinded by the early morning sun glareing at her through the window. "Good morning Miss." Walter chirpped happily as he tied back the curtains.
Bastard. He's the one that woke her from her awesome dream. "I've already had your dress cleaned of all the blood and breakfast is waiting for you in the dinning room. Is there anything else I can do for you, Miss?"
She just groaned again and pulled the blankets over her head. "Very well then." She heard the door close as she began drifting off to sleep again.
She was almost there when someone jumped on her bed, scaring the crap out of her. She yelped as she threw the blankets off so she could kill whoever woke her, and stoped as she came face to face with her pet, who looked very amused.
She let out an exasperated sigh as she fell back onto her comfy pillow.
"What's wrong, Master?" He teased as he crawled over her and sat, stradling her hips.
"You're evil." she mumbled while giving him a sleepy glare, causing him to laugh, which in turn, made her smile.
He was wearing the exact same outfit as yesterday, a nice white dress shirt and black slacks that were tucked into his boots, which she wished he would get off the bed.
She lay there a moment, enjoying having him sit on her like that, before she remembered something, "I thought vampires weren't supposed to be able to go into sunlight.."
He laughed a bit before answering, "That's only for weaker vampires." "Oh." That made sense.
"Now I have a question for you." He lowered himself to rest on his elbows while he cradled his head in his hands, makeing sure not to squish his little Fluff-ball. "Are you really a complete nut-job or is it just an act?" It had been bugging him all night and he just had to know.
She looked at him a moment, blushing due to their position, "I just think it's fun to mess with people's heads."
He let his head fall onto her chest as he burst out laughing. YES, that's the same answer he had received from her all those years ago.
After a moment he sat up, pulling her with him and into a big hug, "I LOVE YOU!!" He gave her a few entheusiastic kisses on the cheek before hugging her again like she were his favorite teddy that had been lost.
She just giggled at his antics, she knew he was only being dramatic and didn't really mean it.
"Gya! You're squeezing my guts out!" "Oops! Sorry, Master." He laughed at himself as he let her go.
Her smile grew just before she tackled him saying "Grwarrrrrr~!"
Walter came back in with breakfast to find Master and Pet wrestling on the bed, laughing.
He shook his head with a sigh as he set the tray on the small table in the sitting area in front of the fireplace. He figured she might get up if she saw and smelled the food. Sir Integra was like that..
He informed them of where he moved her breakfast to, not bothering to make sure either of them heard him. He left swiftly before anything happend that he didn't want to know about.
After hearing the door close Alucard flipped them over so he was atop his giggling master, pinning her down, her hazle green eyes shining with joy as she looked up at her pet.
After a moment of him just staring at her, Candice began to get nervous, she already had a bad sicial anxiety, this was just making it worse.
She wasn't very pretty, she knew she wasn't ugly, just not pretty. So what could he be so interested in?
No one had ever shown any interest in her, never hit on her, never even looked at her longer than a second unless she was wearing something weird or had one of her babies with her. She'd only ever heard of one guy that had any interest in her, her brother's friend's father, a creapy computer geek in his mid-fouties with an addiction to child porn (YUCK!).. So it made her very nervious having those amazing red eyes staring at her so intently.
Alucard was quite amused as his Master squermed nerviously beneath him as he studied her face.
He found her eyes to be most interesting, brown in the center, fadeing to green with a clear-cut blue ring around the outside.
His amusement faded quickly as he heard her thoughts.. Humans were so stupid.
He was about to say something when he heard her stomach growel.
She laughed nervously as he just laughed. Best let the fluff-ball have her breakfast. "I'm off to bed now Master. If there's anything you need, just let me know." He winked at her before phasing out of the room, his laughter echoing a bit after he was gone.
Her stomach groweld again, pulling her from her thoughts of why the hell he winked at her like that. "Alright, alright! Shut up already!" She repremanded her tummy.
Her breakfast had gotten a bit cold, but she didn't really care. She was more interested in that dream last night. Who was that guy and why did his smile and laugh seem so familiar?
She knew the answer was most likely stering her right in the face, but she still couldn't remember. It was like when you try to remember someone's name and it's on the tip of your toung. You KNOW you know it, but it keeps slipping away.
Her day was boreing. Nothing but paperwork. She was so glad when it was all done.
She yawned as she slid under the blankets and mumbled "Good night, Babies. Love y'all." like she always did before slipping off to dream land to hopefully see that hottie again.
She didn't have to wait long. He sat there waiting for her in what looked to be a dongeon.
He gave her a sexy smile as he stood from his high-backed chair and set his glass of wine down on the table just beside it.
She felt nervious watching him as he sauntered towards her.
Why was she nervious? It was just a dream.
He backed her up against the wall and leaned in, resting his forearm on the wall just above her head.
Damn those glasses! She really wanted to see his eyes.
Tired of waiting, she wraped her arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. He was all too happy to comply as he deepend the kiss, silently asking for entrance as he licked her lips.
Their toungs danced and she felt light headed. So this was what it was like to be kissed?
She was enjoying every second of it as he began kissing his way down her neck. His hands caressed her body in all the right places making her heart race and her mind go numb.
One hand slid beneath her nightgown and traveld up over her hip, bringing the dress with it.
She got goosebumps as the cool, damp air of the dongon came into contact with the newly exposed skin.
That wicked hand kept traveling upwards until it cupped one small breast. She gasped as he began kneeding the soft flesh and pinching and rolling the nipple between his fingers. They both jumped, however, when a phone rang. Everything quickly disolved into blackness.
Candice reluctantly woke up and snatched the receiver off the base. "Buisy." She barked at it before slamming it back down and prepaired to fall back asleep.
It rang again. "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT!?!?"
she heard laughter on the other end of the line, "Hay, What's up?" That wasn't Walter..
"Why don't 'cha come on down to your office so we can have some fun? C'mon, I'll show you the time of your life, you little whore."
She didn't even bother hanging up, just grabbed her favorite knife from her backpack and mentally called for Alucard.
No one calls her a whore and lives, she'll make them beg for forgivness. She laughed evily to herself as she made her way to the office, thoughts of torture forming in her twisted little mind.
AN: Thank you SO much for the review clusterlizard1! We really appreciate the constructive criticism! Also, thank you for telling us about the paragraph problem, we had it set up in WordPad as paragraphs.. but we've got it fixed!
Alucard: "Yes, thank you! Now maybe she'll learn how to spell.." gets hit in the head by a flying dictionary
Cat: "If you're so damn worried about the fucking spelling, then YOU fix it!" storms off and slams her bedroom door
Victoria: "Looks like someone is going to be sleeping on the couch tonight."
Alucard: "Yea, someone's going to sleep on the couch."
Victoria: "Huh? Master?! Wait! That's my room!" bangs on the door "MASTER!"