Hellsing Fan Fiction ❯ Lamb to the Slaughter ❯ Chapter Two ( Chapter 2 )

Lamb to the Slaughter

Chapter Two

by Muscolic (better living through political incorrectness)

Stretching his long limbs with the easy grace of a predator, Alucard gazed at the tangled and sleeping forms on the cathedral floor. Grinning he rose from the hard pew he had been seated upon during the previous proceedings and walked in a lazy circle around the entwined couple. "So innocent," he murmured, gazing at the eternally young face of his servant, "does she even know what she has done?" Shaking his head, his switched his crimson gaze to the man Seras was comfortably sleeping across the chest of. Smirking nastily, Alucard quickly snapped the remaining cables that held the long limbs of the paladin, and then knelt beside the sleeping man. Closing his eyes, Alucard stretched out his awareness, touching the surface of Anderson's dreaming mind.

Suddenly immersed in a chaotic storm of emotion and memory, Alucard struggled against the wildly fluctuating sea of thought and drove deeper, into the more lucid portions of the priest's mind. Soon he found himself walking the halls of the Vatican, distorted by perception, yet real enough to single that he had found what he was looking for. Led on by instinct and the light touch of mental singles he felt around him, Alucard walked until he found himself in a small unused chapel. Walking toward the rotting alter, he saw the small, thin form of a child in a cloak, kneeling as if in prayer. Stopping, he called out to the child in his echoing baritone, "Stand."

"Why are you here, demon," asked the child, as he stood, shrugging off the heavy cloak that encompassed his slight form and turned to face Alucard. Glaring defiantly at the vampire with hate filled emerald eyes, he spread his crimson wings and stretched them glancing negligently at a lone pale red feather that flitted through his field of vision.

Alucard caught his breath when the boy let the cloak fall from his shoulders. He had been expecting to find Anderson in many different forms, but this one…left him speechless. Catching himself, Alucard smirked and moved slowly forward.

"Leave, vampire" screamed the child Anderson as he stretched an arm forward fingers held stiff, flinging an invisible wall of energy at the grinning No Life King. Alucard watched as the energy crushed the rotting wood of the pews as it moved toward him; grinning and showing his fangs at the furious Anderson, Alucard merely raised one dark eyebrow and stepped through the oncoming blast and closing the space between him and the boy faster than they eye could follow.

"Stupid priest, do you think to injure me," snarled Alucard, grasping the startled child by the throat. "Do you think to kill me? Do you think that your God will save you?" Tightening his hold, he lifted the struggling boy from the ground with one hand and stroking the soft feathers of one blood red wing. "Who do you serve, Paladin," whispered the vampire.

"The Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit, who do you think, you filthy demon," gasped out the boyish Anderson.

Smirking, Alucard dropped then forced the boy to his knees, facing away from him. Grasping Anderson by the back of the neck, the vampire lightly caressed the crimson wing covets before grasping them firmly and leaning down to whisper in the boy's ear, "No, priest. You are mistaken. You belong to me, now."

With that he ripped the wings from Anderson's back.

The boy's eyes widened as he desperately tried to turn around in the vampire's grasp, but instead was met by a warm chuckle as he was pushed forward onto his face. A boot met the center of his back, pressing down onto Anderson's spine brutally, and the voice once more floated to his ears.

"Tell me The Name, Judas Priest."

The boy coughed hoarsely, desperate for breath as the boot crushed down on him like a roach. The monster bent, grabbing the back of the boy's head so his neck craned painfully up towards Alucard, the boot adjusting itself for the upper part of his spine.

"Tell me The Name."

"NO!"

Alucard shook his head. Never before had such a slight prey been SUCH a bother.

He smirked, and placed his free hand over the boy's eyes. Closing his own, he summoned all of the world's sins and sufferings, branding it deeply into Anderson's brain. The Killing Fields, Mai Lai, Vietnam, The Crusades, The Holocaust, World War 1, rape, torture, beatings, burning of small children and pregnant mothers and raw fires of Hell stripped the boy of all of his sensible sanity, leaving only the tattered threads of religious devotion to snap.

"Tell me The Name."

"N...n...noooooooooooooooo...." Anderson moaned.

The vampire gave a soft sigh, and tightened his hold on the boy's head. He lifted his other hand from over the boy's eyes at the same time, wiggling his fingers as a child would. Two fingers jammed themselves into Anderson's eyes, gouging deep into the sockets with no remorse. The boy's scream filled the holy place dreadfully, as rivulets of blood ran down his cheeks. His spine cracked under the hard boot, and his scalp bled from being yanked. The monster took out the fingers only when the boy's screaming grew hoarse and faint, licking the palm wide free of blood. The once emeralf\d green eyes were now gaping holes, and darkness stared up at him like a dying dog as he bent once once more to Anderson.

"Tell me The Name."

".....You....Master...Alucard."

Alucard gave a rumbling laugh, and smiled bitterly.

'Then it shall be done."

Fangs bared as he ripped into the boy's throat, tasting and savoring the innocence he had to offer, the gurgles of heated blood as it passed through the boy's ruptured windpipe excited him all the more, and again and again and again he tore into that throat, that contained the treasures of a holy youth who was a blessing in a guise.