Alucard walked along the perimeter of the little old house cursing himself
and tearing himself up inside for his actions. Why the hell am I acting
this way!? What is wrong with me? He paced some more cursing and angrily
murmuring to himself.
Seras stood there for quite awhile to gather her surroundings and what had happened. Why, why would he do that? What's wrong with him? What the bloody hell is wrong with me? Seras was angered and confused at the same time, not knowing why this had happened.
She decided that she needed a walk. Seras jumped to her feet and walked towards that cottage with her head down thinking hard, hard enough that it gave her a minor migraine as she made her way.
Seras stopped as she heard muttering and walked a little off her course into the back yard to find alucard pacing back and forth looking very angry.
"Master". Seras called to him. Alucard's head shot bolting up at the intrusion of his quite time. "What do you want seras?" alucard snapped. Seras took a step back at hearing the anger in his voice. Then seras got angry. How can he be angry at me? I didn't do anything wrong! Seras glared at her master with hate. "You can't be angry at me, it's your fault you kissed me. I apologized for snapping at you now you should apologize for kissing me!"
Seras realized her words and prayed that she could take them back, because the moment that those words hit alucard's ear his face grew in anger at what she had said. Alucard stomped toward her. Oh no, seras thought dreadfully, what is he going to do to me? Seras flinched back but alucard was quicker. He grabbed he wrists in a death lock and leaned in close to her face. "I am YOUR master, YOU will obey me!" he let go of her wrists and slapped her across the face harshly. Seras yelped in pain and threw herself back. The blow left a large red mark across her cheek. Seras stumbled to get up and looked teary eyed and heartbroken as she looked at alucard one last time and ran off. Seras ran as fast as he feet could carry her. She kept running until her legs gave out and she crashed down onto the grass. She cried into her arms and stayed there for a longtime until her feet fell asleep. She stood up and limped her way into what looked like the barn. She noticed that the old cow had been let out into the pasture. Even as she stood there, looking at the empty stall she could feel Alucard's arrival. She turned to find that he had come after he and was blocking the exit. It was as the first time they met. At first, he seemed just a shadow, a silhouette. Far larger than real, a presence that eclipsed the entry, the daylight beyond, the world. And she felt again the same sense of fear, and she almost closed her eyes, as if she could hear herself scream again. He looked at her, then walked in. he was no longer a silhouette against daylight. He was a man again, but no less menacing. She took a step back. He was still walking towards her, lean, smooth, agile, and now, as the silence and the shadows seemed to surround her, he didn't seem as lean and lithe. In her mind his shoulders grew with strength with each step he took. He was coming to slip his hands around her throat and throttle her. He'd been charming at first, more than intriguing, as she had admitted to herself. But now, it seemed as if he was simply going to kill her. There was a pitch fork stuck into one of the bales of hay behind her and to the right. She saw it clearly from the corner of her eye. He took another step and she darted back grabbing the tool-to-be-a-weapon into her hands. A warning, that if he should come to near she would not be afraid to use it. "I'm not afraid to use this" she said, and managed to make it a real threat for once. Still he mearly smiled, but actually paused for a moment. Than told her, "You're not going to skewer me with a pitchfork are you?" "I will.I swear that I will, now get away from me!" "It's not going to happen Seras." He kept coming toward her. Though she held her weapon, and knew that she did not have the strength to use it, she backed away, watching him with wary, narrowed eyes as he slowly, confidently, took each step. He was just feet away. She cursed herself, but felt the strange magnetism he excluded, and she denied. Felt his gaze, the strange wine color of his eyes, they seemed able to touch and burn as any hot iron. She willed herself to move, mentally arguing against everything he had said to her. "Get away," she told him. He reached out a hand. "Give me the pitch fork." Her fingers tightened around the wooden handle. She bit her lip, desperate to hold on, to prove him wrong. But she could not tear her eyes away from his. Her heart was hammering, and it seemed that every breath was an effort. "Seras, you are stubborn and strong willed, but you will give me the pitch fork." "You're not that wonderful," she whispered in return. "Don't think you are." "But I am right, and you're going to give it to me." She didn't intend to do so, but as he took the last step, when she should have pulled her arms back and tensed her arms to strike, she found that her limbs did not seem to be obeying the commands of her mind. Rather, her hands began to tremble, her arms began to shake, and slowly, slowly, against her will, she began to extend the weapon to him. His hands grasped the handle of the pitchfork. For one wild moment, she thought that he meant to kill her. He flung the weapon far from him. She saw that strange red glow of wine from his red eyes, and he came closer, now reaching out for her. She wanted to scream. The sound froze in her throat.
She wasn't going to die, Seras determined. Not then at least. And with the pitchfork cast aside, she suddenly found herself moving forward, drawn inexorably toward him, practically throwing herself against him. She was still shaking, ready to scream or cry. But she was glad as well to feel steely heat and security of his arms as they came around her. A voice of warning still screamed within her, but it was overshadowed by instinct and desire; since she had first seen him, this is where she wanted to be. She was like a moth who had flown straight into flame, but after a moment of being there- feeling enwrapped, ridiculously safe, and more than willing to simply melt into the fire-she drew away, staring at him again. He caught her arm. "I am compelled to protect you. You know." "I can handle myself." "Well, you can't, not yet at least. But the fact that you feel that I'm hounding you, well, it's not true." She stood very still, torn between her two desires to either cast him off, or throw herself against him again. "You're lying," she said. "You know that I'm not." Once again she paused. Then she could pause no longer. Outside the day had gone. Within the stables, the shadows were misting and thick, yet they offered to hint of menace. She slowly took a step toward him, and even more slowly her fingers reached out to touch him. Fingers and palms coursed over the shape and structure of his face. She edged closer to him. He held very still, allowing her exploration. Then she found herself pulled into a close embrace, so close that it defined the thin barrier of clothing. Seras gasped as she found herself being kissed with an opened mouthed passion, that rendered her instantly reeling, blood rushing hot to every extremity, hunger suddenly something that shuddered and thundered with every throbbing beat of her pulse. She kissed back, lips and tongue aggressive, nearly desperate. His mouth drew the total focus of attention, his kiss in the shadows, in the midst of the stables in the growing mist of the night. She was heedless of her own reckless movements, drawing closer still, fingers upon his shirt, seeking buttons, shoulders shrugging from the constraints of her own clothes. Then there was a moment of total staggering awareness when his hand first fell upon her naked flesh, at her waist, fingertips traveling along her ribcage, then his palms reaching up to massage her breasts. She made little sounds, desperate little sounds. She wasn't sure when all of her clothing had been lost. only that there was a trail scattered along the hay and grain on the stable floor, leading to the soft stacks of hay.
He threw horse blankets over the bed of hay, and as she came down upon it, she had never known a softer mattress, never lain upon a surface so welcoming. He was everything she had sensed from the beginning, smooth, sleek, agile, so tightly drawn and hewn, flesh searing, and each movement vibrant, every brush against her by every part of his was like fire. His mouth moved over the length of her. Subtle, seductive, aggressive. She drifted on the waves of sensation, inhaling each intoxicating scent of him. Then all thought was gone. She burned from the center of her being to every extremity, felt the red flame of hunger lapping at her ferociously, intimately, lips, breasts, thighs, sex, stripped, bare, throbbing waiting. Then they were together at last, in shadow, in shades of fog. She was intertwined, tight, surging, close, shuddering, trembling, straining. He seemed to fill her, a part of her, heard and strong, and she longed never to let go, hungering and desperate, yet ruing the very explosion she sought so fervently with every twist and surge.
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Seras stood there for quite awhile to gather her surroundings and what had happened. Why, why would he do that? What's wrong with him? What the bloody hell is wrong with me? Seras was angered and confused at the same time, not knowing why this had happened.
She decided that she needed a walk. Seras jumped to her feet and walked towards that cottage with her head down thinking hard, hard enough that it gave her a minor migraine as she made her way.
Seras stopped as she heard muttering and walked a little off her course into the back yard to find alucard pacing back and forth looking very angry.
"Master". Seras called to him. Alucard's head shot bolting up at the intrusion of his quite time. "What do you want seras?" alucard snapped. Seras took a step back at hearing the anger in his voice. Then seras got angry. How can he be angry at me? I didn't do anything wrong! Seras glared at her master with hate. "You can't be angry at me, it's your fault you kissed me. I apologized for snapping at you now you should apologize for kissing me!"
Seras realized her words and prayed that she could take them back, because the moment that those words hit alucard's ear his face grew in anger at what she had said. Alucard stomped toward her. Oh no, seras thought dreadfully, what is he going to do to me? Seras flinched back but alucard was quicker. He grabbed he wrists in a death lock and leaned in close to her face. "I am YOUR master, YOU will obey me!" he let go of her wrists and slapped her across the face harshly. Seras yelped in pain and threw herself back. The blow left a large red mark across her cheek. Seras stumbled to get up and looked teary eyed and heartbroken as she looked at alucard one last time and ran off. Seras ran as fast as he feet could carry her. She kept running until her legs gave out and she crashed down onto the grass. She cried into her arms and stayed there for a longtime until her feet fell asleep. She stood up and limped her way into what looked like the barn. She noticed that the old cow had been let out into the pasture. Even as she stood there, looking at the empty stall she could feel Alucard's arrival. She turned to find that he had come after he and was blocking the exit. It was as the first time they met. At first, he seemed just a shadow, a silhouette. Far larger than real, a presence that eclipsed the entry, the daylight beyond, the world. And she felt again the same sense of fear, and she almost closed her eyes, as if she could hear herself scream again. He looked at her, then walked in. he was no longer a silhouette against daylight. He was a man again, but no less menacing. She took a step back. He was still walking towards her, lean, smooth, agile, and now, as the silence and the shadows seemed to surround her, he didn't seem as lean and lithe. In her mind his shoulders grew with strength with each step he took. He was coming to slip his hands around her throat and throttle her. He'd been charming at first, more than intriguing, as she had admitted to herself. But now, it seemed as if he was simply going to kill her. There was a pitch fork stuck into one of the bales of hay behind her and to the right. She saw it clearly from the corner of her eye. He took another step and she darted back grabbing the tool-to-be-a-weapon into her hands. A warning, that if he should come to near she would not be afraid to use it. "I'm not afraid to use this" she said, and managed to make it a real threat for once. Still he mearly smiled, but actually paused for a moment. Than told her, "You're not going to skewer me with a pitchfork are you?" "I will.I swear that I will, now get away from me!" "It's not going to happen Seras." He kept coming toward her. Though she held her weapon, and knew that she did not have the strength to use it, she backed away, watching him with wary, narrowed eyes as he slowly, confidently, took each step. He was just feet away. She cursed herself, but felt the strange magnetism he excluded, and she denied. Felt his gaze, the strange wine color of his eyes, they seemed able to touch and burn as any hot iron. She willed herself to move, mentally arguing against everything he had said to her. "Get away," she told him. He reached out a hand. "Give me the pitch fork." Her fingers tightened around the wooden handle. She bit her lip, desperate to hold on, to prove him wrong. But she could not tear her eyes away from his. Her heart was hammering, and it seemed that every breath was an effort. "Seras, you are stubborn and strong willed, but you will give me the pitch fork." "You're not that wonderful," she whispered in return. "Don't think you are." "But I am right, and you're going to give it to me." She didn't intend to do so, but as he took the last step, when she should have pulled her arms back and tensed her arms to strike, she found that her limbs did not seem to be obeying the commands of her mind. Rather, her hands began to tremble, her arms began to shake, and slowly, slowly, against her will, she began to extend the weapon to him. His hands grasped the handle of the pitchfork. For one wild moment, she thought that he meant to kill her. He flung the weapon far from him. She saw that strange red glow of wine from his red eyes, and he came closer, now reaching out for her. She wanted to scream. The sound froze in her throat.
She wasn't going to die, Seras determined. Not then at least. And with the pitchfork cast aside, she suddenly found herself moving forward, drawn inexorably toward him, practically throwing herself against him. She was still shaking, ready to scream or cry. But she was glad as well to feel steely heat and security of his arms as they came around her. A voice of warning still screamed within her, but it was overshadowed by instinct and desire; since she had first seen him, this is where she wanted to be. She was like a moth who had flown straight into flame, but after a moment of being there- feeling enwrapped, ridiculously safe, and more than willing to simply melt into the fire-she drew away, staring at him again. He caught her arm. "I am compelled to protect you. You know." "I can handle myself." "Well, you can't, not yet at least. But the fact that you feel that I'm hounding you, well, it's not true." She stood very still, torn between her two desires to either cast him off, or throw herself against him again. "You're lying," she said. "You know that I'm not." Once again she paused. Then she could pause no longer. Outside the day had gone. Within the stables, the shadows were misting and thick, yet they offered to hint of menace. She slowly took a step toward him, and even more slowly her fingers reached out to touch him. Fingers and palms coursed over the shape and structure of his face. She edged closer to him. He held very still, allowing her exploration. Then she found herself pulled into a close embrace, so close that it defined the thin barrier of clothing. Seras gasped as she found herself being kissed with an opened mouthed passion, that rendered her instantly reeling, blood rushing hot to every extremity, hunger suddenly something that shuddered and thundered with every throbbing beat of her pulse. She kissed back, lips and tongue aggressive, nearly desperate. His mouth drew the total focus of attention, his kiss in the shadows, in the midst of the stables in the growing mist of the night. She was heedless of her own reckless movements, drawing closer still, fingers upon his shirt, seeking buttons, shoulders shrugging from the constraints of her own clothes. Then there was a moment of total staggering awareness when his hand first fell upon her naked flesh, at her waist, fingertips traveling along her ribcage, then his palms reaching up to massage her breasts. She made little sounds, desperate little sounds. She wasn't sure when all of her clothing had been lost. only that there was a trail scattered along the hay and grain on the stable floor, leading to the soft stacks of hay.
He threw horse blankets over the bed of hay, and as she came down upon it, she had never known a softer mattress, never lain upon a surface so welcoming. He was everything she had sensed from the beginning, smooth, sleek, agile, so tightly drawn and hewn, flesh searing, and each movement vibrant, every brush against her by every part of his was like fire. His mouth moved over the length of her. Subtle, seductive, aggressive. She drifted on the waves of sensation, inhaling each intoxicating scent of him. Then all thought was gone. She burned from the center of her being to every extremity, felt the red flame of hunger lapping at her ferociously, intimately, lips, breasts, thighs, sex, stripped, bare, throbbing waiting. Then they were together at last, in shadow, in shades of fog. She was intertwined, tight, surging, close, shuddering, trembling, straining. He seemed to fill her, a part of her, heard and strong, and she longed never to let go, hungering and desperate, yet ruing the very explosion she sought so fervently with every twist and surge.
Hope you liked!!! I'm still undecided about continuing, please tell me and feel free about dropping ideas by!!!