An unfortunate incident leaves Alucard injured and captured by a mysterious faction who wish to use him for experimentation. Will Integra and the Hellsing organization be able to find him in time?
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The fuzziness was an odd sensation. One Alucard was not familiar with. He didn’t know what had happened, why he felt this way.
He tried to move but found he couldn’t. His arms appeared to be stretched out to the sides, and he was held at the wrists in some mockery of the stigmata by something that vaguely burned
“The subject appears to be waking, Father Benedict.”
“Ah, wonderful. I have been looking forward to this moment for a long time. Finally seeing what makes Hellsing’s ultimate weapon tick.”
***
There were no formal introductions given. But Alucard parsed together enough information on his own. He seemed to be in some Vatican funded laboratory in the bowels of what he assumed were a church’s catacomb. Whatever this operation was, it was led by a man named Father Benedict; a stern, aging priest with a sharp, hypocritical eye for sinners.
The thing that bothered Alucard most was that he had little recollection of how he had ended up here. He vaguely remembered a mission, checking out a building. And after that everything fades away. The memory issues might have something to do with whatever they were pumping into him via the needle inserted into his neck. Some holy concoction of their own making, most likely.
“Just what do you think you’re going to do to Hellsing’s ultimate weapon?” Alucard asked, smirking.
The priest was nonplussed. “Furthering research into killing vampires.”
“Oh? Is that so? So you plan to torture me until you find out what you want to know? I don’t think my Master will take very kindly to you toying with her weapon.”
“Your master is the one who handed you over willingly,” the priest said with an attempt at being smug.
Alucard actually laughed, the sharp sound echoing around the stone walls.
“Really? Is that a fact, priest? The very thought of my Master Integra working with the Papists—heh, maybe you should try again. Are you not aware that lying in a sin?”
Father Benedict glowered. “It does not matter. You are not one of God’s creatures and you will die like every other vile beast of the field.”
“I could say the same for you,” Alucard said darkly. “How I will await the day that my Master comes to fetch me back and puts you in your place—a hole in unholy ground.”
The priest was obviously furious, though trying his best to hide it. He snapped at his assistant. “I’m done listening to it speak. Let’s muzzle the beast.”
Alucard laughed until they forced the muzzle over his mouth and nose. It had an inner plate made of blessed silver that was forced into his mouth, pressing against his tongue, burning. It did not break him yet though. He refused to be broken. He had had so much worse done to him than this and survived. He sneered behind the muzzle, piercing the priest with his eyes.
The man would inevitably meet the devil someday, but in the meantime, he would have to face Alucard.
***
They started with stakes. Consecrated silver, holy things, or so the priest claimed—blessed by a Cardinal or something. They stung, yes, but it was hardly consequential to Alucard. He’d had worse. It didn’t matter how many they drove into his body, through his cold heart. It would not kill a vampire as powerful as he was.
***
The holy water was next, poured into the healing holes riddling Alucard’s body once they finally pulled the stakes out. It burned, eating at his flesh before it could fully regenerate. Alucard growled behind the muzzle. This was admittedly more painful than the stakes. The smell of his acid-burned flesh wafted up, sickening.
“The sinful nature of the beast is apparent by how much it is affected,” the priest said with a cruel satisfaction.
Perhaps try pouring it over yourself and see how much better you react, Alucard would have snipped if he hadn’t been muzzled. Or does your piety truly hold up?
The burning continued, and Alucard began to worry just a bit. He had already been here for a while, and now the pain was starting to eat into his bones little by little.
Integra, he called inwardly. You had best collect your weapon before there is little left of him.
***
The holy water torture continued, with more creativity. As his wounds healed sluggishly, the priest put some into a syringe and pumped it directly into Alucard’s veins.
That was agony that he hadn’t quite expected. As he was reeling from that, his muzzle was partly removed, only for the holy water to be poured into his mouth via a funnel they shoved down his throat.
He finally screamed, his throat tearing, blood pouring from his mouth as his insides burned. He writhed against the restraints in an attempt to escape the agony.
“This method seems quite effective,” the priest noted for his assistant. “Unfortunately, it’s not the best battlefield method, but still…enlightening.”
Alucard spat a wad of bloody bile at the priest before his muzzle was shoved back over his face. He could no longer scream, only gurgle.
***
The next session, they used the holy water on his eyes.
***
Alucard had thought the blinding would be the worst thing they did to him. He knew he would heal eventually, especially with a little blood, but at the moment it was disorienting as he relied on his dulled senses to try and figure out what the priest was about to do to him next.
His muzzle was removed once again. He didn’t get the chance to spit more vitriol at the priest though before something else was shoved into his mouth, cranked until it forced his jaw open.
He had indeed thought burning his eyes out would have been the worst thing, but then he felt something closing around one of his fangs.
He growled in protest, trying to pull away, but his fang was wrenched out of his mouth with a sharp tug. Alucard screamed in desperation as the others were removed as well.
His mouth was full of blood by the time they were finished, and he slumped in the restraints.
“Now the great weapon is just a dog with no fangs,” the priest said with cruel satisfaction.
Blood dripped down Alucard’s chin. He had no reply. He had nothing. He felt himself drifting, and this time he didn’t bother to stop it.
***
He was woken by the sound of gunfire.
He still could not see, but he could sense a familiar presence.
Integra…
“Alucard!”
Hands briefly pressed to his cheeks before ripping off the muzzle. “My God, Alucard,” Integra breathed before shouting, “Help me get him down from here, dammit!”
She ripped out the needle that was still administering the drug to him.
More figures approached hurriedly. The chains holding Alucard were released and he slumped forward with a soft moan, caught by several hands before he was lowered to the floor.
“Go fetch a stretcher,” Integra said firmly.
“Can walk….” Alucard slurred.
“Hush,” Integra whispered, her hand on his face again, thumb just brushing the burns around his eyes. “They’ll burn for what they did to you. All of them will.”
Her fire bolstered him a bit, offering a little strength. “My Master,” he sighed wearily.
“Easy, Alucard, allow me to give you some blood.”
He felt her shift and heard a knife opening before the scent of Integra’s blood hit his nostrils.
He leaned forward eagerly and Integra cradled the back of his head, holding him upright as she pressed her bleeding arm to his mouth.
“Drink as much as you need,” she told him, running a hand through his matted hair. “You will heal, correct?”
Alucard hummed. “Yes…with time.”
“Then until then, rest easy,” Integra said softly as he lapped at her arm. “It’s my turn to watch over you.”
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