Hellsing Fan Fiction ❯ Through The Looking Glass ❯ Finger Licking Good ( Chapter 6 )

DISCLAIMER: I do NOT in any way profit from this story, nor do the characters belong to me. All creative rights belong to Kouta Hirano, but since I'm using manga elements, they belong to Kohta Hirona as spelled on the manga cover. Anything in my story that has happened in real life is purely a coincidence.

 

 

A/N: Oi, more drama! I couldn't get the time to write this, the drama, being sick and getting into college…Difficult and I apologize! I hope you guys enjoy this. Or I'll be sad… There won't be much action in this fic because I suck at writing it… So sorry about that as well!

 

 

 

After having a small dinner and taking a stroll around the grounds of the mansion Seras decided to rest her wounded shoulder. Besides it was time for Walter to help her clean it out. She couldn't do it on her own very well, though at first she was stubborn and had tried to do it on her own and failed. Walter gave her a warm smile and was glad to help her, the first time he did it the chemicals burned and, of course, Walter apologized up and down, then laughed a little. After the second time Seras became used to the pain and could bear through it.

  

 

Now here she was, waiting for Walter to visit and help her out. Seras sat on the wooden floor of her bedroom, leaning against her bed, her nightgown matching her azure bedcovers. She hugged her knees to her chest thinking about the night before (She only used one arm)…It still didn't really make sense to her…midians…vampires…ghouls and FREAKS… Of course when she was a kid she'd heard of vampires, but never something called a `FREAK'. She didn't even know that ghouls had anything to do with vampires. When she had seen those decomposing people, with purple glowing eyes it hit her that something was definitely not right. Then came the priest; Anderson, that was the name Integra had said. He'd done some damage, not too much but enough.

 

 

When Seras saw the head of that vampire cut off she had wanted to cry. It was like those times where you just cry for no real reason. That's what she felt like, though, she knew there was a reason, but wasn't exactly sure what it was. The emotion was strange, she'd never really talked to him and he wasn't much more to her than an acquaintance, more or less. She felt like she failed at protecting the beautiful man…

 

 

A knock sounded at her door and brought Seras out of her thoughts; she looked up and called out, “Come in!” It reminded her of Integra when she said that, minus the intimidating tone.

 

 

Walter walked in with his tray of goodies: some antiseptic, fresh bandages and various other things. “This will sound very inappropriate of me, but would you mind pulling the strap of your dress down a bit so I can tend to your wounds?” Walter smiled shyly at her.

 

Seras blushed slightly and pulled the dress down a bit and removed her sling (which wasn't easy), the stitches were out in the open and the air hit the tender flesh of her shoulder, making her whimper and chew on her bottom lip in pain. Walter's smiled flattered a bit, but soon returned with a much sadder feel to it.

 

 

“I do feel he had no reason to attack you of all people, the dual was between him and Alucard. You're a human no less…” Walter knelt in front of Seras and grabbed a bottle of antiseptic and put some on to a cotton ball. “This may sting…a lot.” Walter almost said in a whisper. Seras knew the drill and clenched her fists until they turned white. Walter kept his eyes on her shoulder as Seras tried not to cry out, maybe a conversation would help…

 

 

“Hey Walter…Ouch… Have you ever seen any strange looking books in the library…?” Seras asked through clenched teeth.

 

 

Walter gave a small laugh, “Every book in there is strange looking to me. What do you mean exactly?”

 

 

“Well, I saw some weird diary looking books in there yesterday. What are they?”

 

 

“I haven't the slightest,” Walter stopped his ministrations and looked up at her. “I've never seen any books like that. There were no labels on this book then?”

 

 

“I don't know I didn't get a good look at it…” Seras lied and looked away and towards her mirror. “I have another question…Do you guys have something wrong with your mirrors, I keep seeing darkness swirling within mine when I look at it and then it's gone…? Just like that!” Seras snapped her fingers on her good hand for emphasis, and beamed at the older man.

 

 

Walter replied with a hint of glee, “Either it's Alucard trying to push you or you're going insane… I think it's the former, personally.”

 

 

“Oh, Alucard can do that?!” Seras glowered at the floor, what if she was changing or something?

 

 

“He can and he does…a lot. He likes to make people feel…almost uncomfortable. I don't know if uncomfortable would be the right word, though.” Walter started to rewrap Seras' wound, “If you ignore him he will just come back over and over, so there's no point in trying to pretend he's not there.-“ Walter suddenly stopped wrapping her arm glanced over his shoulder just in time to see Alucard going through the wall. “Speak of the devil.”

 

 

“Why, Little Angel, that's not very nice.” Alucard grinned at the two and noticed Seras' state of dress, “Should I come back another time?” Seras blushed instantly and glared at the vampire.

 

 

Walter laughed, “No need, vampire. I was just cleaning her wound.” Walter just brushed off Alucard's innuendo. “Oh? Maybe I should take a look at her wound.” Without waiting for a reply from Walter Alucard stalked towards Seras and knelt in front of her just like Walter had been doing… `Wait a second, why did Walter move out of the way so quickly?!' Seras blushed a whole new shade of red; Alucard had put the back of his hand on her neck and titled her head up slightly.

 

 

“Walter…I don't think we will be needing any more of that cream…” Alucard said smoothly as he gently removed the fresh bandages. “What are you doing, Alucard?” Walter frowned at Alucard's doing.

 

 

“I just want a look, it might become infected. You don't mind if I take one small look, do you, Police Girl?” Alucard asked quietly, since he wasn't wearing his sunglasses Seras could see his stunning eyes. The ruby orbs making her feel kind of numb, she fought his stare with all she had. The feeling wasn't bad, it was just that she heard of vampires hypnotizing people and that she didn't like.

 

 

“I, uh, I don't mind.” Seras said dumbly.

 

 

Alucard smirked at her and continued to remove the bandages, once that was done he set them back on to the tray. Walter, who was at said vampire's side, just sighed and said, “If you're doing what I think you're planning on doing, I'm not going to be responsible for Sir Integra's temper. You get to deal with all of it on your own, Alucard.”

 

 

The vampire just grinned at the butler, Walter started to stand and walk away with his medical supplies, “Hey! Where are you going Walter? Don't leave me here with him!” Seras nearly yelled.

 

 

“Police girl, there is no need to yell, he's only five feet away and besides, you're in good hands.” Alucard flashed a fang in her direction and gently touched her wound, making her attention go away from the butler and straight towards the pain in her shoulder.

 

 

“Also, does that hurt?” Seras could see the laughter within his eyes.

 

 

“Yes…That hurts a lot!” Seras glanced back towards the door when she heard it shut and realized she was in fact alone with this vampire.

 

 

“Then this is going to hurt a lot more…” Alucard started to pull at her stitches and remove them. Seras whimpered again, “What the bloody hell are you doing to me?!”

 

 

“You'll see soon enough,” was Alucard's short reply. His eyes were trained on her wound; much like Walter's had been not ten minutes ago. Tears started to brim Seras' eyes, and she began to chew her lip was once again…a habit she couldn't shake.

 

 

After a few minutes of Alucard removing the stitches, which was painful, he stopped and set the sutures down. The wound was now bleeding quite a bit. Seras glared at him with all her might but stopped short when he gave her a strange expression. She could tell if he was angry or just a little irritated, perhaps a mix of both. He kept glancing at her bloody wound. “Will you let me help heal your wound, Police Girl?” Alucard asked as he switched his red gaze to her blue one.

 

 

“Heal it…? It was already healing!” Seras growled at him.

 

 

“No, a much faster way of healing. I know a way that would keep the possibility of infection out of the picture…would you let me do it?” Alucard grinned at her again.

 

 

“Faster…What will you do to me?” Seras was caving it and the vampire's smirk grew in triumphant. “All I have to do is…lick the wound clean; a vampire's saliva can heal wounds.” Seras' eyes turned into succors at what he said, “Lick it…?”

 

 

 

She thought this over for a moment, `If I let him do it then I can go back into training that much faster and I can be of some help to the team…then again I would be allowing him to lick me…what to do…what if he's lying though, any excuse to lick me!' Seras shifted her gaze to his tie as she thought.

 

 

“I guess…I guess you can do it.” Seras blushed as she saw the amusement within his eyes. He tilted her head once again with a feather like touch. Alucard pulled the strap a bit lower and lowered his head. He used his gloved hands to hold her still, just in case she jumped when she felt his tongue.

 

 

The long pink tongue slid across her wound, the icy feel of it made her want to leap out of his cold hands but he had an iron grip on her. Another whimper came from her throat when he pushed his tongue into the deep wound, it stung like hell. Although the whole situation was a bit weird, and the licking hurt…it was kind of sensual. She couldn't explain it, nothing like having a vampire, well, lick you. Though usually the fantasy is the vampire is drinking from you under the moon and stars, at least she had the vampire part right! Though he was kind of crazy and creepy at times, he didn't seem so crazy when licking her blood. Maybe her blood tickled his fancy. She almost smiled at that.

 

 

After a few moments of letting him lick her clean Alucard pulled back with a somewhat satisfied expression, “There, it's done. It will be healed fully tomorrow. My master calls me now; I must take me leave, Police Girl… Good evening.” Alucard stood and turned towards door.

 

 

“You're taking doors now?” Seras asked with a hint of laughter, Alucard turned, he shot her an irritated look and she shut up. “I thought the maids needed a good scare, they haven't been on their toes as of late.”

 

 

Seras looked down in apology and whispered just loud enough for him to hear, “I'm sorry.” Alucard grinned and left the room.

 

 

Suddenly Seras felt rather tired, she started to stand while pulling up the strap to her dress back up. She glanced at her wound which looked almost all the way healed and it wasn't hurting at the moment. A smile appeared on her face as she looked at the door, `He really did help me, and here I was thinking he was doing it for himself…Well, maybe he was doing it more for himself…Oh well, at least he helped a little bit.' Seras moved the blue bed sheets back and laid down. It took a few minutes but she finally became comfortable and fell asleep.

 

 

 

 

 

The next day wasn't so bad, dark clouds came and covered the entire sky but the day was beautiful nonetheless…That and she didn't really mind the rain. Now here she was, walking along the hallways of the mansion, not really paying attention to where she was headed, but just walking.

 

 

`Perhaps the library would do, I do have the journal and it would be a nice place to read.' Seras pretty much knew her way to the library now and walked in that direction. The hallways of the mansion seemed so elegant from what Seras was used to, from the carpet to the lights on the gorgeous walls. “I wish I'd lived here my whole life,” Seras whispered.

 

 

“Actually you would have dreaded living your whole life here, Agent Victoria.” Integra's strong yet feminine voice rung from somewhere near the younger girl. She almost ran into the wall on her side from trying to turn around too fast…She didn't realize that the wall was that close.

 

 

“Sir Integra! You scared me.” Seras put a hand to her chest. Then her hand moved to her head as she saluted.

 

 

Integra raised an elegant brow at the young woman before her; the knight took a puff from her cigar which was already in her mouth when she met up with Seras. “No need for that right now, Agent.”

 

 

“Oh, sorry… What did you mean before when you said it would dreadful to live here, sir?” Seras' interest peaked.

 

 

“Oh, Walter didn't tell you my history? Hum, well Seras. As you know I was made out to be the Hellsing heiress, which I am now. My uncle didn't like the choice that my father made and tried to kill me for the title of Hellsing holder. I was thirteen back then, I was found my way into Alucard's chambers where he was sleeping, so to speak, but just in time to get shot…My blood spurted right in front of Alucard, which awoke him.” Integra paused to remove her cigar and put it out on a near by table. Seras looked shocked at the story, but kept silent.

 

 

“Alucard killed all my uncle's henchmen and protected me from my uncle's bullet. He told me his name that my father used for him and then I killed my uncle…That wasn't the most verbose story I've told, but it will do I suppose.” Integra turned to Seras with a small smile, Seras gasped slightly. “I'm related to him…?”

 

 

Integra pulled out another cigar and started off in the direction of her office. Seras watched the woman leave and then continued in her own direction.

 

 

 

 

 

Integra sat in her office, glaring at some papers she hadn't even read yet. Seras didn't have her sling on and surely her arm hadn't healed so fast, only one person came to mind… `Alucard.' Integra thought and used her link to the vampire to get his attention.

 

 

A swirl of darkness appeared on the office wall to the right and Alucard stepped forward, then he bowed. “Yes master?”

 

 

“Who told you that you could feed off Agent Seras?” Integra asked calmly.

 

 

“I was merely helping her out; her wound should be fully healed, and I did not feed off her per say,” Alucard answered smoothly.

 

 

“That's not the point! You are to get my permission before doing anything like that, servant.” Integra wanted badly to slam the papers that she held down on the desk, but kept her cool. She already had a migraine.

 

 

“Master, you said so yourself that you are low on men. Besides, she was becoming infected anyhow. Did you wish for her to die?” Alucard stood still while he watched his mistress.

 

 

Integra sighed, “Fine, you did well with taking care of that problem. But next time, vampire, you will ask my permission before even laying a hand on her…Unless she is in dire straights. Understood, Alucard?” Integra set the papers down quietly and rubbed her temples, normally she wouldn't have given in so easily but her head was killing her. Alucard wasn't helping, and he looked rather irritated as well…then again it was still day time and her curtains were open.

 

 

“Understood master…May I go now?” Alucard asked in a mocking manner, his smile wasn't even there this time.

 

 

“Watch yourself, servant. Yes, you may go.” Integra shot him a very heated glare; he shrugged it off and left the room. `It must have been the sun that made him so foul today.' Integra leaned back in her large chair and closed her eyes, time for a break.

 

 

 

 

The library looked the same; nothing changed, not even the dust spots around the room. Seras looked around and spotted her favorite comfy leather chair; she ran right up to it and sat down. “That feels nice.” Seras sighed contently.

 

 

Seras sat there for a few moments before realizing why she'd come to this place. She reached a slender hand into her dark jacket and pulled out the old journal. Opening the journal carefully, Seras looked over the old pages… “Sir John Williams...This is his?” Seras went to the first page of the small leather book and began to read.

 

 

“January 2nd, 1885

 

 

I'm starting a new journal.

 

 

All the patients went by smoothly, nothing too big came up. I had dinner with my wife today, the name of the restaurant escapes me now, but it was stunning none the less. However, my wife left early tonight, our child was sick and she went to take care of him. I got a telegram from one of my patients and went to check on her. On the way home I had to cross the grungier side on town.

 

 

As I walked through this place, I noticed a teenage boy, who seemed to be sick. I took him with me; something told me that I should watch this being. However, I do not wish for my wife to know, she doesn't really like the poor folk. So I took the child to my office, I will be visiting Victoria tomorrow and ask her about the boy, perhaps I can get him into a better orphanage.

 

 

Well, what ever happens to him, I will make sure that he is well taken care of. For now I must be off to bed. Lest my wife gets suspicious and reads my entry.

  

 

February 6th, 1885

 

 

I haven't had the time to write in here for quite some time.

 

 

I took the boy to Queen Victoria like I said I would, she helped me get him into an orphanage, and he is seventeen years old, one more year and I shall take him under my wing and teach him the way of medical science. He seemed very interested in what I do…Though it worries me, today I found him with one of my tools cutting open the chest cavity of a dove. I don't really know what that means as of yet, but hopefully it will mean he'll be a wonderful doctor some day.

 

 

March 1st, 1885

 

 

The boy is showing rather strange signs. Of what? I am not sure. He likes dead things and women…I do hope he doesn't want to…well, I'd rather not say until later. Yesterday I learned he turned eighteen, so I will be taking him in as a student.

 

 

I believe in this young man, whom I call Jonathan, since he had no name when I found him…or he could not remember it, I do not know. It will be awhile before I can write in this journal again on account of my patients and my new student…

 

 

 

 

Seras stared blankly at the journal, why did Integra and her family have this journal? Shouldn't Sir John Williams' family have it?

 

 

It didn't make sense to her, was there a reason to this? Seras closed her eyes and rubbed her shoulder; even though the wound was practically healed it was a tad bit sore…Perhaps she would go eat something and then continue to read this journal.

 

 

Maybe she would find something interesting.

 

 

 

 

A/N: Hiya there! Long time no write? The next chapter will work more with that journal. I'm hoping the next chapter will not take so long, but then again I promised I would continue Dance of the Dead after this chapter. Soooo…. We shall see…Off to bed I go! Until later then.