Ouran High School Host Club Fan Fiction / Hellsing Fan Fiction ❯ Send them all to the Guillotine! ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

The sounds of things falling from above were over bearing the sixteen year old girl who sat in the sewer. She knew full well that the sounds above her were not those of a thunderstorm, raging the sky. No, indeed, they were not. Instead they were the sounds of heads rolling. The heads of people that she was close to or she was an acquaintance with; though, it did not matter anymore.

 

The monarchy was dead.

 

It had been for ten ears now. She was no longer a princess ruling over a beautiful city, but an actress living in a decrepit, corrupt, republic France.

 

“Madame Detourney!”

 

“What is it?” she asked looking at the young man running towards her. He was part of the Republic and as much as she liked him, she hated him as well. “You are ruining my atmosphere of seclusion and I can't help but wonder how long you will be here.” She was blunt and to the point as always but that could not be helped. He had ruined her time alone with herself and she was not too thrilled with that fact.

 

“My apologizes; I had not realized I had entered at the wrong moment.” His smile never left his face and she rolled her eyes at how happy he was.

 

“Well monsieur, you did and I would like nothing better then to kick you out, but being so generous, as I am, I will allow you to stay for a bit on one condition.” She smirked at him as the man continued to smile at her. It never wavered and it bothered her, so much that she quickly snapped her head and eyes away from his taunting lips.

 

“Madame?” he asked urging her to continue.

 

“If you have any news for me on how the Republic is doing. It's hard to keep themselves on top of the latest news when one is acting and singing in front of audience after audience.” She was good at pretending to care, though deep down she did, she just wanted to hear who the next was that was in line for execution.

 

“Madame, surely you, who is always in front of a male audience, should hear something in those crowds of burley men.”

 

“Alas, I do not Monsieur Suoh. It is hard to listen in on such things when one has to keep her concentration on her lines.” She smiled up at him, finally looking at his face.

 

She noticed that he was a handsome man for his age, being 24. He had blonde hair, a tad longer than the regular boy cut but too short to be put in a pony tail. His eyes sparkled a light ocean blue, though she couldn't be sure of that, she had never set eyes on the ocean. His body was a slim build but she could seeing the muscles underneath it all. The clothing adorned him, almost, perfectly but was too dirty for her to actually agree that she liked them.

 

`If only he wasn't such an idiot.' Her mind wandered for a little bit as he sighed and looked down at her, taking his hand and resting it on her cheek. She flinched and whipped her head out of his hand. “You are here to give me news Monsieur Suoh, not seduce me.”

 

His smile was still there as she continued to sap at him. “Madame, I would do nothing of the sort,” he chuckled lightly, his voice lighting up the dark, damp, sewer around them. He reached down once again to touch her cheek, brushing it lightly before using his hand to lift her chin to meet his face. “The thing is Madame; I did not know I affected you that way.”

 

Her glare was also accompanied with a blush that seemed to cover every part of her cheek. “Stop being full of yourself Monsieur,” she retorted back, her blush fully evident to him as was how flustered she truly was under her serene mask. “Now Speak.”

 

*~*~*~*

 

A light shone through the black curtains, into the deep red bed that sat in the middle of the room. Two pale, barely visible, figures lay there intertwined in each other. One could only see the figures outlined movements of their infatuation, maybe love, of each others bodies.

 

The sounds were muffled as if one was gagged to keep quiet. You could hear, though, the whimpers if one listened close enough; as well as the sounds of a dark, ominous, voice of a male whispering.

 

“You think you can control me?” the voice paused, panting slightly. “Am I just some kind of pet?”

 

The bed creaked and moved, more and more, as his words got harsher. The words uttered were more urgent as everything seemed to bring their cliff closer and closer.

 

Then they climatically exploded, a loud groan and a muffled scream was the trigger and the evidence drenched the bed underneath them.

 

The two figured ay there, unmoved and panting for oxygen, trying to sustain and control themselves once again.

 

“Integra?” the deep voice whispered removing a white cloth from, what seemed to be, her mouth. “You're still too loud,” the smirk playing on his lips grew as she began to register what had just been said.

 

“You pig!” she snapped, “if you weren't so goddamn rough then maybe…” her words were stopped by his cold lips meeting hers.

 

It was a short kiss but it was long enough for her to gasp beneath him like she had just five minutes ago. “I did not say anything about not enjoying your screams. Your guards, on the other hand, have been noted to complain to me about it.”

 

“Kill them if they keep complaining,” she sneered, putting her head back on the pillow.

 

“As you wish Madame.”

 

“Stop flattering me Alucard.”

 

“As you wish, and since you're full of energy,” he whispered as he plunged into her once again. “I think another round is in order.”