31_days | [8-Mar-2007] [Hellsing] Demon's Smile

Title: Demon's Smile
Day/Theme: March 8. demons'll charm you with a smile for a while
Series: Hellsing
Pairing: Major x Integra
Rating: R

She awakens much like a monster would, without fear or fatigue. However, she isn’t a monster, not yet, but as she stares with predatory blue eyes, he’s wholly convinced this is her fate. Her life has inevitably led her to this end, a being destined to even overpower one of the most ancient of monsters – her own servant. Major stands behind the one-sided mirror, and watches her take in her surroundings.

There is no confusion on her face; she doesn’t wonder why she’s awaken with no memories, doesn’t wonder why she feels so utterly powerful, as if the world itself is bending to her will. He watches, entranced, relishing the voyeuristic joy of seeing her explore the world with newborn eyes. She has gone through quite a transformation, but her power isn’t complete, and he’s the only one that can offer her what she desires.

When they had captured her those weeks ago, he had fed her his own blood. Integra had struggled against him, eyes welling with tears of utter hatred, but she had eventually relented. The curiosity had overtaken her, and her struggle had finally stilled. Her lips parted and allowed a few of the droplets to slip into her mouth, and she had fallen into a cold sleep since then.

Her hair is drawn up into a bun and falling in graceful curls around her face. She lightly brushes a few stray hairs from her eyes, and with an immortal grace she rises from the bed, the only sound of her presence the soft click of heels on the floor. The gentle sound echoes as she walks to the door, a sound of sophistication and power, and he’s taken aback by her beauty, the backless dress revealing a plane of flawless skin. He finds himself imagining what it might be like, following the droplets of virgin blood with his tongue as they flowed into the shallow dip of her back.

For the briefest of moments, she seems to look at him through the mirror, and his moment of joyful voyeurism is broken.

He walks to the door and opens it for her, and she holds out a slender, gloved hand. He takes it gently, running his thumb lightly over the small knuckles. Wordlessly, they walk together to the parlor, and they sit together before a gothic window. She looks out at the dark night, to a forest and a quiet world that masks the violence and death. While Major hates to leave the war unattended, the birth of this demon has been his ultimate priority. He’d opted to take her to a place worthy of her beauty.

Integra smiles, and while Major is convinced she remembers nothing, she knows why she’s smiling. This demon knows everything despite remembering nothing, and Major finds himself stricken with a glorious fear. This woman inspires a kind of terror a helpless child might feel in the dark, and yet there’s joy as well. He wonders what kind of future she will bring – it is truly in her hands now.

Her eyes pierce through him, asking for everything he can offer her, and he has no choice but to abide by her law. His hand tremors as he grasps her elegant throat, other hand withdrawing a small blade from his breast pocket.

Carefully, tenderly, he brings the tip of the knife to the high collar of her dress, and slides it downward, leaving not even the faintest scratch upon her skin. The delicate threads of her dress split and fall away, revealing the slender sinew of her neck and her pale, supple breasts. He’s tempted to draw that blade downward, to reveal the whole of her beauty, and a kind of longing he hasn’t felt in many years overtakes him. But he refrains, instead bringing the knife back to her throat.

The cut is swift, and the blood gushes from the wound. He barely manages to keep his dignity, lurching forward and pressing his mouth to the wound, drinking the sweet blood with a desperation he’s never felt, a hunger that consumes his body, his soul. His blunt teeth pull at the wound as he drinks, hands tight upon her shoulders. Integra gasps quietly, and his hands greedily pull at her dress, baring her naked torso to his lustful eyes. His tongue follows the droplets of blood downwards, and he presses kisses to a pale breast, unable to resist the temptation of her purity. He can feel her breath quicken beneath him.

Gradually, the wound heals, and the only blood left is soaked into his white gloves. Breath still short, he turns his eyes to her, and sees his smile reflected back at him. She is a part of him, as he is of her, and she tastes the lust he’d so readily submitted to.

Integra grasps his shoulders, climbing onto him, still smiling and still perfectly silent. Her dress hitches up to her hips with the movement, Major’s hands immediately grasping her thighs, pulling her body to his lustfully. Her small mouth latches onto his throat, fangs easily slicing into his flesh, and she drinks deeply. She’s far more reserved than he himself had been, but he can smell her arousal nonetheless.

It’s a pleasant sensation, dying again, and he knows she’s taking everything she can. He surrenders to her, allows her to do with him as she wishes, because he knows her power surely outdoes his own. He threads his fingers in her hair, closes his eyes, and smiles.

Dying slowly, with a beautiful woman’s lips against his neck, her slim body against his chest. It’s much more pleasant that the cold air he remembers, the sound of a gunshot, and the moment of searing pain. It’s peaceful, and he allows himself to slip into the darkness, wondering if she’s drinking his soul along with his blood.