— Note: English is not my first language, please excuse any mistakes or incoherent words.
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The dim light from your desk lamp fought against the deep darkness pressing against your bedroom window. Another day was over, marked by the exhausting monotony of work, the dull anxiety of unpaid bills, and the forced smile for your friends when they asked why you didn't go out much anymore.
"I'm tired," was your universal excuse. And you weren't lying. But it wasn't just physical work. It was a weariness of the soul, a constant tension you had been carrying since that being had decided to anchor itself to your life.
Your fingers absently stroked the edge of the pillow. It had been months. Months since Alucard, the vampire, had tasted your blood and uttered that word that still made your cheeks burn: "Virgin." The memory of his cold tongue on your skin, of his shadowy hands caressing you with a boldness you couldn't forget, sent a shiver down your spine that nestled in your lower belly.
Disgust. It should disgust you. He was a monster, a creature of violence and darkness. You had seen the sadistic gleam in his eyes when he spoke of hunting. He was cold, literally and figuratively, and he behaved with a possessiveness he had no right to.
Fear. Of course you felt fear. It was wise to remember that. One mistake, one wrong word, and that "servant" could remind you that his submission was a choice, not a weakness.
But beneath the disgust and the fear... burned a spark of shame. Shame for how your body had responded that time. For the damp heat that had soaked your underwear at his dirty words and his absolute dominance. He had smelled it. He knew. And that humiliation was a burning secret you kept on silent nights like this.
A dull thud against the window jerked you abruptly from your thoughts. Your heart clenched into an icy fist. It wasn't a bird. It was too strong, too deliberate.
You knew even before your terrified gaze met his. Out there, suspended in the blackness of the night as if the air were his throne, was Alucard. His tall, pale figure was a stain of elegant darkness against the night sky. His face, illuminated only by the light of your lamp, showed a wide, familiar smile, with a flash of his fangs.
He tapped the glass once more with the tip of a finger, a sharp, polite sound that echoed in the silence of your room.
"Little human," said his voice, which pierced the glass as if it weren't there, a deep whisper that came directly to your mind. "It seems my teachings have not been entirely useless. You are alert. That is good."
He leaned forward slightly, and a single object appeared in his hand: a rose. He held it with an ancient elegance, like a knight presenting his standard.
"It seemed to me the gray of your thoughts needed a touch of color," he murmured, and his smile widened. "Anyway... weren't you going to invite your faithful servant in?"
Your pulse raced in your throat. Disgust. Fear. Shame. And now, a damned, irresistible curiosity.
The sight of him passing through the window was strange, a dematerialization of his body that allowed him to enter as if he were a cartoon ghost. It was so surreal it almost erased the initial fear, replacing it with a deep, resigned annoyance. Of course. Why use the door like any normal person? With a sigh you hoped conveyed all your exasperation, you got to your feet and walked to the window, crossing your arms over your chest, conscious of the thin fabric of your nightgown.
Carefully, you opened the window. The cold night breeze prickled your skin, a brutal contrast to the heat you felt inside.
"How dramatic... You could use the door like everyone else," you said, making an effort to keep your voice firm.
He slid into the room with the fluidity of a shadow, immediately occupying the space with his presence. The air grew colder, heavier. A smile played on his lips.
"And miss the delicious expression of surprise on your face?That wouldn't be any fun." His eyes, the color of embers from an ancient fire, scanned you from head to toe, and it was all you could do not to shrink back. It wasn't a lecherous look, but that of a collector appraising a rare piece. "Besides, doors are for guests. I belong here."
You ignored the shiver his words provoked and fixed your attention on the flower he still held negligently. It was a red rose, of a wine color so dark and deep it almost seemed black in the heart of its petals, a perfect reflection of the cape hanging from his shoulders. You raised an eyebrow, a gesture of skepticism you hoped hid your nervousness.
"A rose. Really? I thought your tastes were more macabre."
Alucard laughed, a low, melodious sound that reverberated in the silence of the room. "Red is the color of life, of passion... and of blood. It is, by far, the most fascinating hue in creation." He brought the flower to his nose, inhaling a scent only he could perceive with such intensity. "And this one in particular... it smells a bit like you. It's not unpleasant."
Your face flushed again. It was always like this, always steering the conversation into dangerous territory with exasperating ease.
"What have you come for?" you asked, wishing your voice didn't sound so tense.
"Does a servant need a reason to visit his Master?" he asked, feigning innocence as he placed the rose on your nightstand, staining the normality of your room with a touch of his essence. "I saw you thinking. Worried. The grays of your mind are so boring... I thought you might appreciate a little color."
He strolled around the room with his gloved hands behind his back, observing your things with a detached curiosity, like a tourist in a museum of human oddities. He stopped in front of a book you had left open on the desk.
"Ah, 'Wuthering Heights'... A story of toxic obsession and destructive love. How fitting for your mood, don't you think, little human?" His ember eyes met yours over his shoulder, and you knew, with a certainty that froze your blood, that he wasn't just referring to the book. He was referring to himself. To this. To the unbearable tension that built between you every night.
He turned around completely, and now there was no distance to protect you. His gaze was intense, serious for the first time since he had entered.
"It's a book I was reading long before you came along," you retorted, with an edge of irritation in your voice you couldn't contain.
Alucard's smile didn't fade; it transformed. It grew wider, sharper, like a cat that has just seen the mouse bare its claws for the first time. His ember eyes shone with genuine delight.
"Oh?" The sound was a seductive, provocative whisper. "And did the story lose its flavor since I appeared? Or perhaps... you now read it with new eyes?" He took a step closer, completely ignoring the space you claimed. "Do you find echoes of your own situation in that human Heathcliff's torment? It's quite pathetic, I admit, but understandable."
Your irritation grew, hot and fast, temporarily drowning out the fear. "No. It's just a good book. Not everything revolves around you, Alucard."
"For you, now, everything revolves around me." He leaned forward, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper that made your skin prickle. "You're not angry because I interrupt your reading. You're angry because I'm right. You're angry because every time you turn a page, a part of you remembers me. And that is far more entertaining than any novel."
You were left speechless, not because you were scared, but because his words were like a mirror reflecting a truth you didn't want to face. He had turned your refuge, your book, even your anger, into proof of his influence over your life. You just angrily looked away and crossed your arms.
Alucard straightened his posture, an expression of absolute satisfaction on his pale face. He had won this little duel, and both of you knew it.
...
The screech of your door lock sounded like a sigh of relief in the silence of the hallway. An exhausting day, another one, was over. You dropped your keys into the ceramic bowl with a dull clink and kicked off your shoes with the feeling of shedding a burden. The routine was a shield, a spell to keep the abnormal reality your life had become at bay.
But the spell broke the instant you crossed the living room door.
There, on your sofa, as if he were the rightful owner of the place, was Alucard.
He wasn't in his intimidating shadow form or with his cape flowing dramatically. No. This time it was a different invasion, more intimate and therefore more disconcerting. He had set aside his long coat and sunglasses, revealing the severe elegance of his black suit and the ghostly pallor of his face without those barriers. His hands, clad in leather gloves, lay relaxed on the arms of the chair. His eyes, the color of old blood and laden with a thousand years of boredom, watched you intently from the moment you entered.
Your heart leaped involuntarily, but not from surprise. It was a weary exasperation, tinged with that familiar shame his presence always provoked. How many times was he going to do this?
"You're home," his voice said, a deep whisper that needed no volume to fill the room. "The smell of the city and exhaustion precedes you, Master. It's a rather... mundane scent."
Ignoring him was the only defense you had left. Any word, any reaction, would be fuel for his twisted amusement. With a sigh you hoped conveyed all your indifference, you hung up your coat and walked past the living room towards the small kitchen, feeling his gaze fixed on your back like a pair of icy needles.
You opened the fridge. The white light illuminated the modest contents. You took out some eggs, a bit of cheese, some leftover pasta. The normality of the act was a challenge.
"Is that what the great human civilization offers its weary worker?" he commented from the living room, his voice coming through clear and sharp. "Basic proteins and simple carbohydrates. A menu worthy of a medieval serf, though I suppose it lacks the thrill of a good hunt."
"Some of us are fine with not having to suck the blood out of anything," you thought, turning on the stove. The oil sizzled in the pan.
"I can hear you, you know," he said, and you could hear the smile in his voice. "Your resentment is like a condiment. It adds a spicy note to your otherwise so... restrained essence."
You flipped the eggs with more force than necessary. You felt his presence like a physical pressure, a cold that seeped into your bones despite the heating. It wasn't the threat of a monster, but the uncomfortable sensation of being a specimen under a microscope. An ancient, thirsty, and sarcastic microscope.
"Are you here to bother me again, Alucard?" you finally asked, without turning around. It was useless to avoid it. He wouldn't leave until he had gotten whatever he came for.
"A servant must look after his Master," he replied, his tone one of mocking formality. "And this particular servant found the walls of the mansion particularly oppressive tonight. Your... modesty is an interesting change of scenery."
You were surprised for a second... 'mansion'? This crazy guy has a mansion? Your slightly parted lips closed. Of course he would have a mansion, given how he dresses, how he speaks... and how he acts sometimes... He's not someone common or even middle class, even if it sounds bad.
Anyway, you didn't ask about that. His wealth doesn't matter. "Am I your entertainment?" you asked, serving the food onto a plate. The simple act of eating in front of him felt vulnerable; the difference between the prey's meal and the predator was what scared you.
"You are many things," he said, and this time his voice was closer.
You turned sharply. He had risen from the sofa and was now leaning against the kitchen doorframe, filling it completely. Without the coat, his frame seemed even more imposing. His eyes scanned your kitchen, your food, and finally settled on you, with an intensity that made you grip the plate tightly.
"I'm just curious..." he continued, speaking more to himself than to you.
"Curious?" you repeated, looking for a trace of falsehood in his words. You only found that overwhelming, genuine collector's curiosity.
"To observe your rituals. Your stubbornness. The way fear and irritation wage a war in your eyes when you look at me." He leaned forward slightly, and the air grew icy. "It's more intriguing than hunting any brainless ghouls. For now."
His gaze lowered to your neck, where your pulse must have been beating wildly. You got scared.
"Eat," he said suddenly, straightening up and turning halfway to return to the sofa. "Your food is getting cold. And human desperation when hungry is a particularly pathetic spectacle."
You stood there, in the middle of your kitchen, with a plate of hot food in your hands and a millennia-old vampire making your living room his personal observation room. Disgust, fear, shame... and now, a seed of something more confusing.
And that, somehow, was far more dangerous than any threat.
I finally managed to publish part two! I'm sorry...it's so short and vague...I still hope you like it. Yes, I said it was going to be NSFW, but I saw the potential for more chapters, so I wanted to delve deeper into their relationship. I'm sorry if I disappointed you with that T_T
I'll try to bring more chapters soon. I have lots of ideas, cute and spicy ones too, haha 👀
About 'Wuthering Heights' and Heathcliff: Here, Alucard mentions him to tease you and give you a *special* message, so to speak. Like Heathcliff, Alucard doesn't follow human rules of morality or society, at least not entirely, and his emotions go beyond that. He tends to be destructive. Alucard, with his immortality, is hinting that his interest in you is different. He knows he's evil, so he knows your words aren't mere flirtation, but something deeper—not love, but rather an obsession.
I hope that's clear :)
Thanks for reading!
(Please leave a comment, I want to know if this is good or maybe too cringe? 😭)
I've written a fic where I insert the reader into the Hellsing story, where they're rescued in the same Seras incident, but obviously the reader is human (and female btw)
I don't know if anyone would like to read it. Maybe it's a little cringe?
Obviously there will be an Alucard x reader romance (and smut) 😤😤 It's essential to the work, right?
Anyway, should I post it? (I don't know if anyone will respond, I'm not active on the account lol)
I've written a fic where I insert the reader into the Hellsing story, where they're rescued in the same Seras incident, but obviously the reader is human (and female btw)
I don't know if anyone would like to read it. Maybe it's a little cringe?
Obviously there will be an Alucard x reader romance (and smut) 😤😤 It's essential to the work, right?
Anyway, should I post it? (I don't know if anyone will respond, I'm not active on the account lol)
YAY, coming across your fics (as well as your art on the other blog!) has helped inspire me to write again :3 I won't share my writing since it's not reader insert and instead fully just self-insert stuff (I do have some stuff uploaded on my blog, but the shyness), but, I did want to thank you.
Handing you one of my favorite Alucard faces in the manga, the soft expression is so 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺
SO CUTE, it's literally that emoji "🥺"
I'm glad that my writings have inspired you! well, the writing, because I have only published one.
As for your shyness, I understand it, at first it can be a little embarrassing to publish this type of things since, in quotes, it is as if you were writing one of your fantasies Haha.
But don't let that emotion dominate you either, after all there are people who share the same tastes no matter how strange they are, I hope to be able to read one of your writings one day, if you dare to publish it of course.
The day could not have been more exhausting, you had to work late because your boss didn't have more staff, it left you exhausted, very tired but you were finally able to get out of that hell, the bad thing is that it is very dark and cold at night, the London streets are eerily silent tonight.
"Scared dear?" He says a loud voice to which you scream and turn around throwing your bag towards the person behind you, the man catches the bag quickly "is this for me?" He laughs. "Ah! Alucard! You scared me, don't do that again!" You approach him and take his bag from him, "my sincere apologies, my master" you shudder at the dominant alias, Alucard is a vampire who had proclaimed himself as your servant months ago, you think he is crazy and you have certainly realized that he is, you were not a dominant person, much less someone of authority, you honestly don't know why he says you are his Mistress and you haven't asked him anyway. From the little you know about him is that he is a very strong, self-centered and prankster Vampire, you have even seen him in action a couple of times.
Alucard laughs at your ramblings while you both head to your apartment, even though the walk was long neither of them spoke much, as always Alucard only followed you because according to him it is to "protect you from danger" that you appreciated but you also don't want to abuse his goodness.
You enter your apartment and Alucard follows you by closing the door behind him "I must say that your area is very cozy Mistress" he takes off his hat and glasses before sitting on the sofa that he himself has claimed as "his", you Without giving it much importance go to your room and changes your clothes into more comfortable ones, minutes later You returns with the vampire "...I'm going to cook chicken and French fries, do you want?" You ask the vampire "No, dear human, I'm not a big fan of fried food." You thought for a moment whether to offer him a salad since he was a vampire, but he didn't seem to hate human food either, after all, he's eaten with you a few times, well, when you cook for him. .
You got down to work while the vampire just watched you as always, at first you were afraid of this monster, his energy was and is a little sinister, but over time you began to appreciate his company, he saved you a few times from some malefactors even, their presence still bothers you a little but you put up with it, Alucard has made it clear to you many times that he has no intention of harming you, that he is your servant and is here to obey your orders, whatever you ask of him. He's weird, you think.
In your rambling you get distracted and accidentally cut the skin on your hand, a sharp pain runs through you, thick blood falls from your hand to your elbow, you quickly turn off the stove "Ugh!" You groan in pain as you head towards the dishwasher to wash your wound.
The vampire, with his developed sense of smell, perceived a sweet and tempting aroma in the air, a fragrance that was familiar and irresistible at the same time. It was your smell of blood, a signal to his thirsty nature. However, there was something different about this smell, a subtle but unmistakable touch of sweetness, as if he belonged to a human being with a unique and exquisite blood. Alucard quickly stopped you, he appeared in front of you with a smile from ear to ear "Let me help you with that My Dear Mistress, it will be a pleasure to clean and heal your wound" you got a little scared, you were dripping blood with an extremely violent vampire, danger!
Alucard sensed your fear and quickly calmed you down or at least he tried to. "I won't bite you, I promise, you don't have to be scared, sweet human, I won't hurt you unless you give me those orders," he says with a deep but soft voice at the same time. While the vampire convinces you, he takes you to the couch and sits you on top of his legs. You are embarrassed but you still give in. You raise your hand to let the blood drip into your Vampire's mouth. Alucard opens his mouth, big as a beast, his fangs sharp, each one pointed, he sticks out his long, fat tongue, he is eager, salivating even before you will agree to feed him.
A heavy drop of blood falls on the vampire's tongue, his pupils dilate and his gaze becomes intense, the beautiful beast grabs your hand and brings it to his mouth, his tongue was cold, the sensation of the wet and heavy tongue of Alucard slightly relieves your pain, he tastes your entire hand and your fingers, from top to bottom from one side to the other, his tongue moves gently enjoying the taste of your blood, he simply knows that he has never tasted a taste as sweet as it. Yours, it's the first time he's tasted your blood, he knew you were as tasty as he imagined.
Shadow hands appear around you to caress you, his hands are everywhere! On your abdomen, legs and thighs! How disrespectful!
You get embarrassed and try to take his hand away but he is stronger, his grip is firm on his food.
Alucard's hands caress you gently, kneading your skin over your clothes, he wants to taste everything about you.
once he finishes his meal, his eyes are fixed on you, his irises a bright red color, he smiles at you softly but with a dominant expression, he lets out a deep laugh as he brings you even closer to him "my mistress... You are a virgin..." He says with a deep voice, you move your hands away and put it to your chest, your cheeks turn red because of Alucard's words, did he know it just by tasting your blood? What does it have to do with you being a virgin? What a dirty pervert!
"So what...?"
He just laughs, he knew you were shy but you were also sweet and kind, always gentle and ready for anything, he couldn't believe that a little thing as pretty as you was still a virgin, he couldn't believe that even though you was so beautiful, so tasty, no one has corrupted you, well...it's not like any human can properly teach you what carnal pleasures are.
He purred, the taste and your aroma were overwhelming, his Master is as tasty as she looks.
"Mmm...wouldn't you like to feel what sexual pleasure is like, little human?" He doesn't care if you were a virgin or not but now? Oh...he wanted to corrupt you in every way possible, the smell of your embarrassment and excitement from the dirty talk invaded the vampire's senses.
You felt your panties stick to your lips because of the humidity "..." You remained silent, is this how this creature addresses his master? Did you know that he was insolent, what good is he proclaiming himself your servant if he doesn't respect you as such? Your eyebrows knit together in an expression of anger and embarrassment. He laughs at your reaction.
"My master..." he says with a suggestive voice, almost like a whisper, "it's been a long time since I gave myself to a Human," you don't respond. "You know that I am all yours, your servant, I am here to please your needs, to please you my beloved master..." Again he begins to purr. Your heart beats hard as you feel the hardness in the Vampire's crotch.
He was a burlesque and a pervert but he knew how to seduce a woman, using dirty words but at the same time being a gentleman.
He has never given himself this way to a master, not even his previous masters, but you? How could you be so delicious? So cute? He was willing to please you if you wanted, he just waited for you to say the words.
"You...you are not my servant Alucard" you get up from the couch "And I don't want...I don't want to do that..."
Alucard sighs disappointed but accepts "even if you don't want to be my mistress, I want you to know that I am here if you need to satisfy your needs, dear," he smiles.
"Please forgive my insolence, no matter how much I want you, I have to earn your affection and I will do it appropriately" he rises to his height and bends down again to kiss your hand in an act of chivalry.
Sorry if there are spelling mistakes, English is not my first language, I hope you enjoyed! You are free to leave me ideas by the way. AO3: rosemary06 (click)
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