Hellsing Fan Fiction ❯ Pie Tins ❯ Pie Tins ( Chapter 1 )

Pie Tins

By La Rhapsodia

 

Category: Anime

Sub-category: Hellsing

 

Rating: M

Warning: Contains language, graphic violence, gore, and torture, and yaoi, which is male on male sexual actions. If you don't like that kind of thing, you don't have to read it. It's your free will here, so do whatever you want.

 

Summary: He was constantly thinking of how life would throw curveballs at you. The things you once took for granted would change so suddenly. Like how pot pies used to come in metal tins. Or how he used to be human.

 

Pairings- ?xOC, AlucardxOC, AlucardxWalter (implied)

 

Author's Notes: Hey, wow, my first fanfic! I hope it doesn't suck! Anyway, I don't own Hellsing or any of the characters therein. However, I do own Roland Morey and the nameless bad'uns I put in for the sake of plot and plot device. Please forgive any OOCness that may happen, since I'm not very familiar with Hellsing.

 

Alucard: If you're not familiar with my story, why make a fanfic involving me?

 

Me: Because you're sooooo dang smexy! (He really is, especially those manga cover poses of him biting on that gold crucifix... -melts into a puddle- )

 

Chapter One: Attempts At Normalcy

 

Roland watched as the plate spun in circled in the microwave, the seconds slowly ticking away. Soon the appliance beeped, the yellowy light fading away. Setting the timer so the food could cool down, he grabbed a soda out of the fridge and sat down on the futon that doubled as his bed. Slurping at his beverage, he waited for the enevitable repeat of the previous beep. Getting up from the futon, he pulled the plate out of the microwave and set it on the countertop. Now came the dissapointing part: prying the pot pie out of that damned paper tin.

 

It used to be so much simpler when he was a child. The pot pies came in a metal tin back then and they would just fall out of the tin all crisp and golden-brown. Of course, back then they had to be cooked in the oven and took about forty minutes. But damn, was it worth the wait! He loved eating them in his own peculiar way. Plop the pot pit out of the tin so it was upside down on the plate. Then slowly, he'd use his fork to cut off and eat the crispy crust, pie gravy oozing out from the gaps left by his fork. Then he'd eat the bottom crust, followed by the filling, finishing off with the top crust.

 

But these modern microwaveable pot pies were a different thing entirely. You couldn't put a metal tin in the microwave, so it made sense why they'd changed it. But it was so lackluster. The bottom crust would alway stick to the tin so that you had to pry it out with a fork, watching as it fell apart while you did so. And it would always be scalding hot when you ate it. Which it was right now. Cursing at the pie for burning the tip of his tongue, he quickly finished it and set his plate and fork in the sink. Hunger still gnawed at him, but he tried his best to ignore it. After all, it wasn't human food that he was craving.

 

Roland sighed, flopping back down on the futon. How long had hid been since he'd fed? Not normal human food like he had just had, but the succulent taste of flesh or the heady tang of blood. His previous attempts at controlling his urges hadn't gone so well, but this time he had actually managed to stretch his endurance to the length of a little over a month. It wasn't easy, trying to exist as a normal human when he wasn't one anymore. But he had to try. Not because he was trying to hold on to his past, but because he was trying to let go of it...

 

---Flashback---

 

Roland woke up groggily, sheilding his eyes from the light. Which surprised him, since his arms and legs had been tied down before. Looking around, he realized he was no longer in the laboratory. It seemed to be a normal bedroom; there was a four-poster bed, bureau, vanity, and even a small clothes hamper sitting humbly in the corner.

 

And there was a person in the room. His red coat and hat stood out starkly against the room's blue wallpaper. Glancing up at Roland, he gave a toothy smile. A fanged smile. Pulling the bedcovers tighter around his named form, he unintentionally let out a whiney yelp before bringing himself to address the stranger.

 

"Where the hell am I? Who are you? And what are you!"

 

The man in red chuckled, a low baritone sound that seemed creep past Roland's ears to coldly caress his spine.

 

"You're safe now, little lab rat. You're in the headquarters of the Hellsing Organization. As for my name, it's Alucard. What I am should be obvious. But honestly, little lab rat, we're wondering who and what you are."

 

The vampire's... Alucard's brazenly bold attitude threw Roland off for a second. Who was this guy? What on earth gave him the right to be so... so... cold-handed with Roland? Regaining his mental composure, he responded.

 

"My name's Roland. Uh, Roland Morey. I'm an American, from California. I was on vacation in London when I was kidnapped by these mad scientist freaks."

 

Roland's reply earned him a slight smirk from Alucard. "Now why would a group of mad scientists be interested in a California surfer beach bum?"

 

"Hey!" Roland fumed. "I'm not a surfer! And I'm definently no beach bum! And you shouldn't just be so fucking glib about this! Those guys... they did things to me..."

 

Bad memories of pain and medical equipment began resurface. Of scapels on skin... agonizing pain and twisting flesh... of orangey fur and black leathery wings... fangs and claws... blood and screams...

 

Alucard gave a small frown. "Interesing," he said. "So they turned you into what you are now, then."

 

Roland was stunned. Could this guy read his mind? "Yes, I can and I am," was Alucard's succinct reply. Again Roland fumed at his raven-haired companion's words. Then the reality of his words sank in. Looking at himself finally, he realized that his body was still covered in orange fur. The wings were gone, but his fangs still seemed to be there, hiding in the warm recesses of his gums. Reaching up, the features of his face seemed to be unchanged. However, his ears had changed to triangle shapes and had relocated themselves to the top of his head.

 

"I'm... a kitsune?"

 

"Outwardly, that how it seems to be. But I can tell you have some vampiric traits as well. Here," he said as he tossed a pair of shorts at Roland. "You should put these on before we go see Sir Hellsing. I already made a hole for your tail, lab rat. Or maybe I should call you lab fox."

 

Ignoring Alucard's taunt, he crawled out from the covers, surprised to find he actually had a bushy, white-tipped tail. Blushing slightly becuase he was naked in front of Alucard, he pulled on the shorts and managed to work his tail through the hole after the fifth attempt.

 

"How do I look?" he asked, turning around in front of the vampire.

 

Alucard moved in so that he was uncomfortably close to Roland. " Well, I certainly approve." He pushed what seemed to be a Capri Sun packet into Roland's hands.

 

"What is this?" Roland asked.

 

"Porcine plasma, or pig's blood in more conventional terms. Sir Integra told me you should have something to eat before seeing her."

 

"Her?" he said as turned the packet over and over in his hands. "Huh, you can never judge any book by its cover nowadays." Done with mulling over his mealpack, he just went ahead and sunk his fangs into it.

 

Delicious flavor flooded his mouth in a bloody rush. Closing his eyes, he savored every drop of his meal.

 

"Good, huh?" whispered Alucard into his pointed ear. "Human blood is even better. But it's forbidden to us. Now come on. We have to go see Sir Integra."

 

"Okay," replied Roland as he followed Alucard out the door and further into this new chapter of his life.

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Sighing, Roland, got up to unload the dishwasher and put in the dirty dishes from the sink. Change is enevitable, he finally mused. But looking back at what you've left behind... that's what hurts more than any kind of change...

 

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Me: Well, how'dja like it? Roland's isn't your usual OC, is he? But that's what makes this fic fun!

 

Roland: Fun, my ass. My fur itches like hell.And how am I supposed to use the john without my tail getting in the way.

 

Me: Honestly, if I were you, I be worried more about the upcoming lemons.

 

Alucard: -shows up mysteriously- Hey, Roland, would you like to, ah heh heh, rehearse?

 

Roland: Do you always torture your original characters, Rhapsodia?

 

Rhapsodia: You knew what you were getting into when you signed the contract. Now dance, Foxboy!

 

Roland: -sigh...-

 

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