[ Hellsing ] Homecoming

[murdering]

+ Title: Homecoming

+ Fandom: Hellsing

+ Characters: [Originals] Charice Severance, Robert Devinou

+ Rating: M

+ Word Count: 1366

“Did you miss me, precious?” The voice was gentle; the moonlight on the snow outside brushing over his hair, the top hat perched nicely on his dark head.
She couldn’t move, the voice in her ears ringing like some aftereffect of listening to a too-loud concert. “N- No!” Her guns were up, leveled at him dangerously. “Stay away!”
“Come to master, dearest… It’s been too long, you’ve been damaged…” That purr, so tempting… He was watching her, mind caressing over hers to draw her into comfort.
“You’re not my master anymore!” She snapped the words, tone defiant as she glared at him. “I belong to no one!”
The vampire laughed at her, a ringing, beautiful sound that made her shake with terror. “That’s impossible, lovely. You can’t survive without a master… I’ve made certain of that.”

She didn’t know what happened; He had her in his arms, her guns were gone, but he was kissing her neck and she couldn’t scream. “R- Retreat-“ She choked out past the icy fear, the commlink not responding; It had been silent for too long.
“They’ve all broken, dear… What have I told you about playing too hard with your toys?” He muttered softly, the sharp fangs sinking through skin as she screamed in pain and panic.

He drained her completely; He took his time, enjoying every moment of the virgin death, dragging out the pain as her gasps and screams rang through the empty manor. Charice was crying, trying to run, and he allowed her to- Only to catch her again, to drag his teeth down her neck, tearing skin and draining more before allowing her to run again. “When will you stop running, precious? Don’t fret. I’m here… I’ll keep you safe, dearest, safe from the truth…” She made it out the door, stumbling over the porch steps, blood staining the snow as she dizzily got to her feet, guns long forgotten in a room full of dead Hellsing troops. His steps were even as he followed her panicked flight, the blood and stumbled path obvious enough to give her away if he had been unable to scent her. She reached the graveyard… Headstones cast jutted shadows over the ground, the eerie moonlight giving a convenient hiding place as her hand shakily dialed the cell phone. She didn’t identify herself, she knew they could trace the call to her phone.

“Mayday, mayday- Division down, we have- a division down-“ She was shaking, voice choked as she heard the voice on the other end change to a familiar one.
“Charice? Severance, what’s happening?!” Integral snapped, tone burning with anger.
Charice coughed, trying to keep her head from spinning too badly. “Mission failed, mum… Might want to send Him out on this one…”
The crunch of feet in the snow was nearby, the shadow of the top hat coming closer… She panicked. “I’m sorry- I’m sorry- I don’t want to die, Integral, please help-“ She was crying, breath coming in gasps as the phone was knocked from her grip, flipping away to fall in the snow atop a grave. “No, please- Alucard- Alucard!” She screamed for help that wasn’t coming, the sound echoing over the dead village before it was cut off with a muffled gasp and a moan. Integral’s voice was still coming through the line, shouting… “Severance! Retreat, damn it, do you hear me?! Retreat!” The steps approached the phone… A delicate, gloved hand picked it up, bringing the phone to a pale ear and smirking mouth. “Terribly sorry, Miss… It seems Charice is unavailable at the moment. Perhaps you should call back another time…” He closed the phone easily, ignoring the beginnings of a response that erupted moments before the call was cut off. He let it drop into the snow, the ringtone bringing an expression of disgust to his face; some heavy metal trash, obviously chosen by the girl. It kept ringing, unanswered…

She felt her heart struggle to keep working; she heard the final stuttered beats before it fell to silence. Robert savored the pain, the death, taking all the blood he needed and more, more, until the bloodlust burned her mind and fleeting soul, eyes dilated as she made pleading sounds. “You’re hungry, dearest…?” He purred, caressing her face, the pale skin porcelain white from lack of blood, even the wounds at her neck licked dry. “Pity… I’m not your master any longer, so you’ll have to take care of that yourself.” It was only eight in the evening, he noted, glancing at the ancient grandfather clock in the hall. “It’s time to go to bed, precious… Now hush…” The cries she let out when she saw the coffin were animalistic in their fear, low sounds as she screamed, again and again.

Robert laid her gently in the velvet-covered box, ignoring her choked gasps of panic. “Where you are born…” The emerald eyes were tainted with crimson, bloodlust in her gaze with the pleading. “And where you die.” He brushed her hair away from her face, the black falling on the midnight velvet surrounding her, the blue contrasting brightly. “I had it made just for you…” He whispered, lips caressing her forehead, cheeks. “You look so lovely in black and white… The only color you have is your emerald eyes…” She didn’t want him touching her, she was scared and hurt and screaming inside. Robert smirked, a soft kiss on her eyelids as he continued. “Perfection in humanity, so rare, beautiful dearest. So rare…” Robert’s hand reached up, bringing the top of the coffin down slowly. “The bloodlust destroys the weak, ma cherie… Perhaps you’ll faint before it maddens you…” She couldn't move to keep him from closing it; It hurt too badly, everything hurt. All she could do was listen to the nails screech into the wood, listen as he forced them downward with his mind. “Are they coming to save you now, Charice? Where is your master now?” It was hot, the stuffy air suffocating her from oxygen she didn't need to survive anymore... He ran a hand over the top of the white finish, a soft kiss pressed on the wood as he whispered a gentle farewell into darkness. “Don’t worry, I won’t let you rot here when they abandon you again…”

No- Don't go away, don't go- Darkness and silence, he was gone. Charice pressed a hand to the velvet above her, a whine of panic in her chest. She couldn't breathe, she was going to suffocate in here; By the time the air ran out, she'd stopped breathing, not paying attention as she attempted to make the burning pain in her veins go away. Why does everything hurt...? All she could think of, all she could see… Red, dark, bloody, red- Jaw aching as fangs forced their way through her gums, eyes burning as the entire composition of her body changed, from the color of her eyes to the makeup of her genes. Every moment, she could only feel pain, eyes closing to see the bloodied bodies of the soldiers who had come here with her… She wanted the blood, their blood, but what little was left of her humanity screamed against it, and she couldn’t get out of the coffin, no matter how she clawed at the velvet and wood, fingers tearing and bleeding and beginning to heal again ever so slowly… They didn’t have the blood they needed to heal completely. Her fangs were aching, teeth clenched together tightly to make the pain dull, unsuccessful. Even as she slammed her entire body up against the lid, making it shake and creak, her body was dragging her down into unconciousness, trying to complete the change- Against her will. As she finally fell limp in the airless coffin, her mind still spun with the compulsion for blood, and she could feel something slipping away from her as she fell into the darkness. They said you lost your soul when you became a vampire… She didn’t know if it was true, but the last thing she was aware of was a stinging in her chest. Something wrenched, she imagined she could hear her heart beating, and then all was black...