*Inhales Deeply*

*Inhales deeply*

Heathen...

Cross My Heart. AxAA Hellsing Fanfic. (Part Four.)

Early afternoon at The British Imperial War Museum. their masters, Integra Hellsing, and Enrico Maxwell sat in the cafe garden, Alucard stood nearby away from his master. He could see her, she couldn’t see him. The shade of an oak tree covered him from the sun. With crossed arms he leaned against the trunk, approaching footsteps in the grass perked up in his pointed ears. “Humph, I thought you were going back to Rome.” Alucard spoke out loud not looking at Father Anderson. “Tha’s right, ah still am but... Ah remembered something when we had err spat en the museum.” Anderson takes out a small white cloth from his coat pocket, it was neatly folded into a square. Alucard looked over his shoulder finally as Anderson held up an old cross. ”Remember this?” Alucard's stone face was put into shock, his eyes widened, he took off his sunglasses. “...That's my... How? It was destroyed.” . Anderson nods correctly rubbing a hand over his bearded chin. “Et was, then ah found a way ta fix et.” The vampire sighed heavily, his mouth pressed into a line. “You kept it all this time Paladin…” “Aye, whot? Ya sayin ya didn't keep the other one?” Anderson frowned. Putting a finger to his lips Alucard looked over to his master, Integra was still chatting with Maxwell. From his vest pocket he pulls out an old silver cross.” No, I held on to this the moment you gave it to me.”  “Gud, now ya can have this on-.” “No.” Alucard cut him off. “I'm keeping this one.” “Oh? Why's that? Now we have become enemies, my goal now es killing ya, monster.” A toothy smile pulled at Anderson’s lips his nose scrunched up in the joy he gave those words. “I know Anderson, my feelings haven't changed about you, but old ones still linger. I keep this one because you gave it to me. We put on a show to keep our masters amused. To have them feel powerful. But, here, it's different for other eyes, don’t you agree?” “Ah'm not sayin yes, but ah'm not sayin nae either.” Alucard put a hand on the priest’s cheek, running his gloved thumb over Anderson's long scar. The Father’s shoulders start twitching, Alucard pulled him in, his lips press gently on to Anderson’s. They were warm... lovely and so warm. Pulling away from the moment Alucard whispers. “Thank you, Alexander.” “Y-.” He grunted and gave him a kinder smile.”Yer welcome.”

Cross My Heart. AxAA Hellsing Fanfic. (Part Two.)

Ocean blue eyes had watched the four since lunch, after he had gone and told a teacher what was going on. Sure enough he was right, bolting out the door the teacher yelled with a booming voice of thunder and rage, the four dropped everything and ran, the teacher followed them. He could make a friend…Go over to the boy on the ground and ask if he‘s ok, like that boy, he too was new. Didn’t really have anyone to talk to. So he walked over and reached out his hand to the boy in the dirt. “Fools the lot’o them, need a hand?” Alucard, still trying to wipe the stream of blood from his nose, looking up red eyes meeting ocean blue once for the first time. “Ah’m Alexander.” The boy smiled. The boy had blonde spiky hair, he talked funny, he had glasses, a thick neck, and ears that were bigger than his head Alucard was tempted to take the hand offered. But his eyes shot back to the ground in panic. “No…. No, no no. Where did it go? I’m sorry for what I did wrong.” Ocean blue eyes scanned the dirt, Alexander saw the remnants of a chain under a rock a few feet away, he walked over and picked it up. Underneath was a black cross crushed to pieces, they must have done it before the teacher had a chance to stop it. He frowns as Alucard crawls over and stairs silently at the cross. “Et’s only a cross, one priest here makes them as a hobby, ah can have him make one fer ya.” Alucard’s hair fell over his eyes so they couldn’t be seen, he stood up and painfully turned his head slowly to Alexander and said. “Just, a cross…. Just a, cross. No, nothing to you, everything to me, how will he be able to hear me now.” “He who? God? Ya think the cross can speak closer ta him?” Just meeting this boy with blood red eyes and coal black hair Alexander knew the boy loved the cross, from under his own shirt he pulled out his own silver cross. The chain was thicker and the cross itself much heavier. The sun reflected off the mirror like finish. “Well, ya can have mine then.” Alucard’s eyes shot to the other cross. “That’s one kids get when they do good in their classes...One the adults looked too proudly.” “Ah see et as just a necklace.” “...Why.” “Whot?” “You just came up to me… Why would you want to give a sinner like me something nice like that, if the others saw you…” He bit back his tears again, this time his teeth dug into both lips, it didn't help him feel better but the taste made his hands stop shaking. Alexander took it off and put it around Alucard’s neck, Alucard didn't fight it, the silver made his skin itch, it was the same pain the sun gave his pale skin, but it was comforting he finally smiled now fully able to calm down. Night came, everyone went to bed. Alexander waited for midnight, when the time came he opened the door to his room and tiptoed down the hallway to the chapel. The only one there was Father Anderson sitting in a pew in the first row. “Father.” He whispered, walking over. Father Anderson was an old man. He smiled seeing the young one. “Well hello, up with the owls I see.” “Ah’m serry but, ah was wondering eff ya can fix sumthein fer me?” The father nodded and held out his bony hands. Alexander put a white cloth in his palm. The folds held the pieces of a black cross, Father Anderson looked it over with his thick glasses and hums to himself thinking. “Seen Better days, but I can work with it give me two days and you’ll have it back.”

who doesn’t want a big tiddy goth bf

Ah use ta get called thick neck an big ears, as a wee bairn.

Tha stopped right quick when ah got taller, 

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