Hellsing Fan Fiction ❯ Hellsing Goes American ❯ The Missing Journal ( Chapter 40 )
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Anime/Manga: Hellsing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Psychological / Horror / Drama / Comedy / Romance | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 12.01.2009 | Updated On: 12.05.2009 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 192 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Hellsing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Psychological / Horror / Drama / Comedy / Romance | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 12.01.2009 | Updated On: 12.05.2009 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 192 | Status: Work In Progress
Chapter 40: The Missing Journal
Alucard opend the old leather book and pages tried to spill out. He looked at the dates. These pages were torn from the second journal and just stuck in this one. Why?
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Feburary 3, 1835
The Monster is acting curiously again. He continues to mourn the child's death, but is spending less time at her grave and more time arguing with inatamate objects. I asked him what he thought he was doing when he was arguing with the wall outside my office, it was quite distracting as I was trying to work. "He started it!" was his answer before he fell through the floor like it was not even there.
Come to think of it, Mrs Harker has also been acting quite curiously today.
Feburary 4, 1835
While shaving this morning I almost slit my own throat by accedent when my mirror fogged up and turned black, then countless red eyes appeared in it! Those same red eyes have been following and watching me all day. From the walls, the floor, celing, mirrors, my tea even! That bloody Vampire is going to give me a heart attack if he does not stop this curious behavior. Then every time I would call him in to question him about it he would act as though he did not know a thing about it. I am begining to wonder if perhaps the Monster suffers from some mental disease.. Some kind of multiple personality disorder perhaps..
Mrs Harker has been demanding more blood today and throwing a tantrum when denied it.
Test subject E-35B was a failure.
Feburary 5, 1835
Found Alucard attacking a statue today. Said it was mocking him. At least it was something that LOOKED like it might be able to talk this time and not a broom or vase.
I have sent a letter informing my son that his daughter has passed away. I told him it was small-pox.
Test subject Z-49D seems to be responding well to it's treatments.
Feburary 7, 1835
Test subject Z-49D has expired. Litterally exploded the moment sun light touched it. I had Alucard clean up the mess, although, he played in it more than anything. Had a jolly good time rolling in the disgusting mess.
Feburary 8, 1835
Called for the Monster this morning several times over the course of three hours with no response. Come to find out he had raped and eaten one of the assistants that was bringing him his daily allowance of blood. Seems he wore himself out as he has yet to wake. I had no idea that Vampires could snore! Had I not known better, I could have swore there was a bloody bear in his cell!
Feburary 10, 1835
I was quite buisy yesterday as there was a large group of men injured in a fire in one of the factories and I was called in to help treat the wounded.
The Monster finally awoke this morning. He received an extra beating for killing that assistant. I think I shall give him another before turning in for the night for being so bloody annoying these past week.
Feburary 11, 1835
The Monster continues to act curiously even after another beating this morning. I believe he is begining to enjoy it.
Mrs Harker has been suffering from hysteria* it seems. We are unable to remidy the problem as she will not let anyone near her.
*In the Victorian era people thought it was an illness when women became aroused. It was called Hysteria.
Feburary 12, 1835
The Monster has taken to walking uppon the celings now instead of the floor as he does his chores.
Feburary 13, 1835
Alucard has raped and eaten yet another Human some time today. I found the beast asleep underneath my bed as I stared to prepair to turn in for the night. Not sure if I will be able to sleep with all of that bloody noise he is making.
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Alucard closed the book after marking his page and tried to remember the month of Feburary in 1835. He could only remember bits and pieces. Mostly just the beatings and feeling like he would go crazy if he didn't have some damn sex.. Although for the life (or unlife) of him, he couldn't figure out why. Speaking of sex..
He licked his lips as he thought of a certian red-head he wanted to screw right now and phased down to his room where she was taking a nap in his coffin. His shadows removed the lid silently and he climbed in with her, careful not to wake her just yet. His shadows quickly removed her cloths as his own dissapeared.
Candy was having such a good dream. She was playing with some little kids out in a generic field. It was nice and cloudy, looked like it might rain even. They were playing tag, running and laughing. The kids squeeled in delight every time she would get near to tag them then dart away so quickly it left her confused until she heard their giggling again and started the chase a new. There were two of them, a little boy with red hair and eyes and a little girl with black hair and hazle-green eyes.
She was just about to grab the little girl when she was stopped by two strong arms wraped around her stomach, then a cool, wet toung began running up the side of her neck and face. She giggled, then swatted the hands away as one grabbed her breast and the other made it's way between her legs. "Not in front of the kids!" The man behind her laughed and spoke close to her ear, "What kids?"
She blinked a couple of times and found herself back in Alucard's coffin, his hands in the same places they were in the dream. He slipped a finger into her as he asked her again, "What kids, Love?" She moaned softly as he stroked her and relaxed into his arms. "I was playing tag with our children."
"We can't have children, remember? I'm dead.." His voice held a hint of sadness and longing as he stoped playing with her and just held her close. She sighed at the sadness in his voice, "It was just a dream."
He was trying hard to get that image out of his mind; of her playing and laughing with their children, but it was almost impossible as he wanted those children so badly. He was about to give up when he found himself pushed onto his back with his Fluff Ball stradling his waist, a mischevious smile playing across her face.
He licked his lips and ran his hands up her thighs as he could smell her arousal. She ran her hands over his chest as she leaned over and kissed him deeply, trying to kiss away his sorrow. His hands roamed over her hips and up her back as he enjoyed her sweet, loving kisses as her body moved seductivly against his own, making him harden almost painfully.
He had himself a wicked little idea and smiled mischeviously before dissapearing, leaving Candy on her hands and knees, confused before he reappeared behind her and slammed into her without warning causing her to yelp in surprise. He laughed as she shot him a dirty look over her shoulder and started pumping into her mercilessly.
She gave up on the dirty look she was giving him and let her head drop as her body was overcome with pleasure as he slammed into her harder and harder, his fingers digging into her hips as he moaned in pleasure as her walls squeezed him so deliciously. He hissed in pleasure and let his eyes roll back in his head as a shiver ran down her spine making her walls close in on him even more. He's been craving her all day, and now that he had her, it was pure bliss.
He moaned loudly as she pushed her hips back to meet his, making him slam into her even harder, deeper. She squeeked in surprise as he changed his angle a bit, hitting something that almost made her cum. He smiled and made sure to contnue hitting that spot, making her writhe and moan in pleasure. It wasn't much longer before her body tensed up in the first of several orgasms as he started licking and nipping at her neck.
He growled loudly as he came hard and bit savagely into her throat, reveling in the warm, coppery taste as it gushed over his toung and down his throat.
Alucard opend the old leather book and pages tried to spill out. He looked at the dates. These pages were torn from the second journal and just stuck in this one. Why?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Feburary 3, 1835
The Monster is acting curiously again. He continues to mourn the child's death, but is spending less time at her grave and more time arguing with inatamate objects. I asked him what he thought he was doing when he was arguing with the wall outside my office, it was quite distracting as I was trying to work. "He started it!" was his answer before he fell through the floor like it was not even there.
Come to think of it, Mrs Harker has also been acting quite curiously today.
Feburary 4, 1835
While shaving this morning I almost slit my own throat by accedent when my mirror fogged up and turned black, then countless red eyes appeared in it! Those same red eyes have been following and watching me all day. From the walls, the floor, celing, mirrors, my tea even! That bloody Vampire is going to give me a heart attack if he does not stop this curious behavior. Then every time I would call him in to question him about it he would act as though he did not know a thing about it. I am begining to wonder if perhaps the Monster suffers from some mental disease.. Some kind of multiple personality disorder perhaps..
Mrs Harker has been demanding more blood today and throwing a tantrum when denied it.
Test subject E-35B was a failure.
Feburary 5, 1835
Found Alucard attacking a statue today. Said it was mocking him. At least it was something that LOOKED like it might be able to talk this time and not a broom or vase.
I have sent a letter informing my son that his daughter has passed away. I told him it was small-pox.
Test subject Z-49D seems to be responding well to it's treatments.
Feburary 7, 1835
Test subject Z-49D has expired. Litterally exploded the moment sun light touched it. I had Alucard clean up the mess, although, he played in it more than anything. Had a jolly good time rolling in the disgusting mess.
Feburary 8, 1835
Called for the Monster this morning several times over the course of three hours with no response. Come to find out he had raped and eaten one of the assistants that was bringing him his daily allowance of blood. Seems he wore himself out as he has yet to wake. I had no idea that Vampires could snore! Had I not known better, I could have swore there was a bloody bear in his cell!
Feburary 10, 1835
I was quite buisy yesterday as there was a large group of men injured in a fire in one of the factories and I was called in to help treat the wounded.
The Monster finally awoke this morning. He received an extra beating for killing that assistant. I think I shall give him another before turning in for the night for being so bloody annoying these past week.
Feburary 11, 1835
The Monster continues to act curiously even after another beating this morning. I believe he is begining to enjoy it.
Mrs Harker has been suffering from hysteria* it seems. We are unable to remidy the problem as she will not let anyone near her.
*In the Victorian era people thought it was an illness when women became aroused. It was called Hysteria.
Feburary 12, 1835
The Monster has taken to walking uppon the celings now instead of the floor as he does his chores.
Feburary 13, 1835
Alucard has raped and eaten yet another Human some time today. I found the beast asleep underneath my bed as I stared to prepair to turn in for the night. Not sure if I will be able to sleep with all of that bloody noise he is making.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Alucard closed the book after marking his page and tried to remember the month of Feburary in 1835. He could only remember bits and pieces. Mostly just the beatings and feeling like he would go crazy if he didn't have some damn sex.. Although for the life (or unlife) of him, he couldn't figure out why. Speaking of sex..
He licked his lips as he thought of a certian red-head he wanted to screw right now and phased down to his room where she was taking a nap in his coffin. His shadows removed the lid silently and he climbed in with her, careful not to wake her just yet. His shadows quickly removed her cloths as his own dissapeared.
Candy was having such a good dream. She was playing with some little kids out in a generic field. It was nice and cloudy, looked like it might rain even. They were playing tag, running and laughing. The kids squeeled in delight every time she would get near to tag them then dart away so quickly it left her confused until she heard their giggling again and started the chase a new. There were two of them, a little boy with red hair and eyes and a little girl with black hair and hazle-green eyes.
She was just about to grab the little girl when she was stopped by two strong arms wraped around her stomach, then a cool, wet toung began running up the side of her neck and face. She giggled, then swatted the hands away as one grabbed her breast and the other made it's way between her legs. "Not in front of the kids!" The man behind her laughed and spoke close to her ear, "What kids?"
She blinked a couple of times and found herself back in Alucard's coffin, his hands in the same places they were in the dream. He slipped a finger into her as he asked her again, "What kids, Love?" She moaned softly as he stroked her and relaxed into his arms. "I was playing tag with our children."
"We can't have children, remember? I'm dead.." His voice held a hint of sadness and longing as he stoped playing with her and just held her close. She sighed at the sadness in his voice, "It was just a dream."
He was trying hard to get that image out of his mind; of her playing and laughing with their children, but it was almost impossible as he wanted those children so badly. He was about to give up when he found himself pushed onto his back with his Fluff Ball stradling his waist, a mischevious smile playing across her face.
He licked his lips and ran his hands up her thighs as he could smell her arousal. She ran her hands over his chest as she leaned over and kissed him deeply, trying to kiss away his sorrow. His hands roamed over her hips and up her back as he enjoyed her sweet, loving kisses as her body moved seductivly against his own, making him harden almost painfully.
He had himself a wicked little idea and smiled mischeviously before dissapearing, leaving Candy on her hands and knees, confused before he reappeared behind her and slammed into her without warning causing her to yelp in surprise. He laughed as she shot him a dirty look over her shoulder and started pumping into her mercilessly.
She gave up on the dirty look she was giving him and let her head drop as her body was overcome with pleasure as he slammed into her harder and harder, his fingers digging into her hips as he moaned in pleasure as her walls squeezed him so deliciously. He hissed in pleasure and let his eyes roll back in his head as a shiver ran down her spine making her walls close in on him even more. He's been craving her all day, and now that he had her, it was pure bliss.
He moaned loudly as she pushed her hips back to meet his, making him slam into her even harder, deeper. She squeeked in surprise as he changed his angle a bit, hitting something that almost made her cum. He smiled and made sure to contnue hitting that spot, making her writhe and moan in pleasure. It wasn't much longer before her body tensed up in the first of several orgasms as he started licking and nipping at her neck.
He growled loudly as he came hard and bit savagely into her throat, reveling in the warm, coppery taste as it gushed over his toung and down his throat.