Death-in-the-orchard

Однако, тьфу-тьфу-тьфу, чтоб не сглазить, оживилась Innocence is the Forgotten. Как вам продолжение? Кто читал? Личность вампира меняется в третий раз. Интересно, в последний ли?
Невероятно плодовитый автор. И очень трудолюбивый. *снова поплевала и постучала*
Кстати, она дала разрешение на перевод всего и вся, хотя я ее просила только Take my sanity и сказала, что очень польщена. Гы...Сейчас закончится эта головомойка с дипломом, и я как засяду за переводы...

@темы: Translations, Hellsing

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Анти А/И - шное

Настроение: хочу флудить. В своем дневе можно все.
Прежде всего, позвольте заявить, что я являюсь горячим поклонником пары А/И, скажу больше -лично дико доставляют фанфики с пейрингом Алукард/Юная Интегра, желательно с высоким рейтингом.

Но! И спорить со мной бесполезно..Ибо это мое имхо. И я имею право XD

Не верю я ни разу в этот пейринг и прежде всего из-за самих персонажей. Ну во-первых Алукард: 600-летний Носферату, Птица Гермеса и пр. и пр. практически бесплотное создание, уже не принадлежащее этому миру, и неужели он размышляет только о том, как засадить своей хозяйке? Да я вообще очень сомневаюсь, что секс его хоть как-то волнует. Оно ему к лешему надо?! У него полно других развлечений. А секс - это что-то слишком материальное. Другое дело соблазнить, чтобы получить власть, манипулировать чувствами, раздавить Хозяйку просто из любопытства, от скуки, для того чтобы хотя бы посмотреть, сколько времени это займет, несмотря на всю лояльность и печати. Это да. В это верю. Любовь? Какая к черту любовь? Как можно вообще приписывать страсть, нежность, ревность, переживания такому существу? Если бы они у него были хрена с два он был бы сильнейшим из сильнейших вампиров. Он уже давно и сотни раз перешагнул через человечность, там вряд ли что-то осталось. Впрочем, по хирановскому канону осталось и даже очень. Но я не про канон, я про реальность жизни, так называемую.
Ладно, допустим была любовь с его стороны.Но! Почему обязательно безумная всепоглощающая страсть на всю его немертвую нежизнь. И существовать он без нее не может. "Йаду мне, йаду!" Я почему-то вполне уверена, что даже питая сильные чувства к Хозяйке, он достаточно легко переживет ее смерть. Просто перешагнет и пойдет дальше, как делал тысячу раз до этого. Более того, если он действительно, по-настоящему ее любит он никогда и не предложит ей стать одним из носферату,гы-гы No-life kings. Это собственничество и эгоизм.
Откуда там "любовь до гроба" и неземные страдания? Из своих 574 лет он знает ее лишь 10? Так? Причем большую часть в качестве ребенка. Да. Конечно. Он извращенец и педофил. Кто бы сомневался. Ну давайте тогда поговорим об отеческой любви, а? Ни в одном фанфике ее не увидела, зато Алукардов-педофилов как грязи. Пристают к 12-летним девочкам. В постель залазиют. И не стыдно? Моей сестре 13. Мне как-то не по себе, когда я это пугало огородное двухметрового роста с клыками и в БДСМ-костюмчике представляю в кровати с девочкой такого же возраста, как она (про неземную страсть в горящих глазах не забудьте).
Но ладно, с Алукардом все ясно. Псих, маньяк, извращенец.
Давайте про Интегру. Вы всерьез полагаете, что рыцаря веры, протестантку, урожденную Хелсинг, всю свою сознательную жизнь боровшуюся с нечистью, может сразить страсть к немертвому? и к которому? к худшему из них. К отвратительнейшему созданию, монстру, еще при жизни загубившего народу на хороший такой европейский городок. Ну ладно, страсть-то может, но любовь? Ладно, и любовь может. Но чтоб она опустилась до того, чтобы лечь с ним в постель? Нет. Дедушка Абрахам тогда из гроба поднимется и сам ее ремнем отшлепает. Не верю, в общем, чтобы такая, как она падет, о да именно падет до отношений с вампиром. И я не могу понять любителей Интегры, которые упорно кладут ее в постель к этому животному, причем, из самых добрых побуждений. Если бы я любила ее, я бы такого зла с ней не сотворила. Но я ее не люблю, я люблю Алукарда, а потому мне пофиг. Однако, обстоятельства "спаривания" должны тогда быть чрезвычайными: разрушение организации, ооочень сильный стресс, ну или просто тормоза откажут, но тогда это уже будет не Интегра.
Хотя тоже..это как рассматривать ее характер. Я бы посчитала ее все-таки порочной дамой, уж очень много она кровавых дел свершила, особенно в Бразилии, где много, много диких обезьян Этакий бессердечный военоначальник, запутавшийся между верой, совестью и честолюбием. Погрязшая во всевластии, мечущася между как долгом и своими желаниями. Раздираемая реальностью и идеалами. Несбывшиеся надежды. Разрушенные идеалы. И коварный вампир под боком. Мррмм....Здорово бы было увидеть фанфикшен вот с такой Интегрой.Не дарк, нет..но сложной...Мечты, мечты...кинки.

@темы: Hellsing, I dare say...

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Это что-то новенькое XDD

Всякий спам ко мне приходил,но такого еще не было. Я валялось. Спасибо друзья, повеселили, но я правда ничем помочь не могу.

440189463 (20:08:27 24/05/2010)
Authorization request:
Мне нужен парень для секса..

@темы: Humor

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Беды английского языка

Так печально, что наши языки так различаются. Переводить, что туда, что обратно адекватно практически нереально...Вот скажите мне ну как это перевести на руский это чудо:
“... sick fuck”
“No, that will come in a moment, depending on my mood...”
Почему у нас, черт возьми, нет таких глаголов как chukle, grunt, ache?
Мррмм....I'm frustrated.
C русского, впрочем, переводить еще болезненнее. Хочется рыдать от того, насколько теряется музыка текста и слов и как великолепие нашего слообразования задыхается и гаснет в рамках жестких синтаксических конструкций.
Девушка из Англии очень удивлялась и переспросила несколько раз, когда услышала, что мы 11 классов изучаем родной руский язык, да еще по три раза в неделю. И невдомек ей, что и после 11 классов многие говорят и пишут так, что лучше б не изучали вовсе. Както у них все проще.
А погода в Лондоне, говорят, хреновая. Дожди и туманы все время. Сложно представить такое после 7 лет на юге.

@темы: Translations, Fanfiction

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I survived a bloodlust attack

Забавный автор все-таки, а Алукард тут еще забавнее. XD
Author: SuckubusJ
Summary: I had never been so close to death in my life... and I have to say, it was beautifully disturbing... is this strange?... M/F,Lime
Rating: R.
What a boring Saturday this is.

I am officially in another holiday (I sound so British). After all, there is no mission tonight and well, everything has been so goddamn boring that I am wishing quietly for a mission. I plan on reading all night and sleeping all day tomorrow to go out with the other officers tomorrow night. So I will give Walter his book back now, him being my 'dealer' when it comes to this reading addiction of mine. I hope I can borrow one for tonight.

Some soldiers are without their uniform already, others are wearing it wrong. I am still in it and prepare myself for a delicious bath and then for my nice pj's. That is, if Pickman doesn't show up. Which will not be too bad. He is a cute guy. He is a co worker and that bothers me. But hey, I can have platonic friends that are cute, right?

The mansion is unusually quiet. And also there is something... weird. Once I put a foot inside the kitchen through the back door, I feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. Maybe this house is haunted? Oh well, time to find Walter.

“Walter?” I sing song inside the kitchen. “Walterrr?”

Hm, nothing. I see there is still some tea on the table. I love tea. Ok, I have to take some or I won't be able to live with myself.

I go to the counter and take a cup from the shelves. As I am pouring the tea, I feel my hair being caressed. I had let my long hair down in my room, something I never do when I'm working. But it is already my free day, so what the hell.

As I jump and my hands freeze, I feel two long arms caging me and a body behind me, not too close yet, but almost holding me in place. I feel a very very cold nose against my ear. Goosebumps. This is with no doubt, a vampire. I am scared to move. I am done. I am dead. I am unarmed. His nose is now rubbing my neck, at the side. He will kill me, drain me but... how can I tell the others that a vampire is inside the--

Wait a minute... his gloved hands... some kind of sigil...

Hellsing—oh. God. This—this is... no it can't be...

Don't panic... please breathe... I can't loose control of myself now...

“M-Mr. Alucard?” I asked my voice breaking almost.

But the only thing I receive as an answer is a guttural growl. I try to turn around softly, trying to not seem paralyzed. Maybe he is testing me? He regularly tries to scare people around the manor just to test their reactions, I am told. But this is just too much.

As I try to move, again a louder growl makes me gasp.

His hand turns me around to face him, but I avoid his eyes. I am too scared and I don't want to snap. I need to be conscious at least.

He is not supposed to be doing this... he's supposed to be in control by Hellsing—

...why—why... oh God he's gonna kill me—God..

I feel his fingers unbuttoning my collar. I gulp and tears begin to roll down my face. I am shaking. His face comes very close to mine, cleaning my tears with his tongue. As I look up and see half his face, I see those long, scary fangs almost against my skin as he licks my cheek. Long fangs. Longer than I remember. When his face recedes, I look him in the eye submissively as his hand is now unbuttoning my third button. He is being aggressive but not hurting me... yet. And his eyes have sparks of yellow—

Dear God. He's in bloodlust.

A small relief comes to me because I know what is happening. I have read about this from Walter's books; yellow in the eyes, elongated canines, aggressive attitude... sexual and blood cravings... these are symptoms. But that relief vanished immediately. He was going to kill me. And I have very yummy virgin blood running through my veins. I am so so so dead already.

So he will drain me and then fuck me? How does this work? I wish I had read a bit more about this... Thank God I have done everything I wanted in my life... except getting laid. Damn.

Suddenly he leaps toward my neck and then starts grunting like a wild animal. He backs away as if hit by some invisible force coming from me and then comes back infuriated at me. I begin to sob. And it happens again.

And again and again.

I see him spasm and convulse, one hand holding himself up by the counter. His gloves are glowing—

What the fucking hell is happening!

Panic fills my brain, making me dizzy. I can't pass out, i just can't. I need to calm down... calm down... breathe...

He keeps jumping toward me and again gets pushed away by that invisible force. I can't move, I'm terrified. His coat is not present, his black hair is as long as mine, half on his face, his shirt is almost torn open, some buttons missing and sprinkled with blood—

Walter, oh god Walter... maybe he—Walter, god... an involuntary sob escapes my lips at this thought.

“Mr. Alucard...” I say, my voice too small for my taste. I have an idea. Yes an idea, not too clear but I am doing anything that comes to my mind.

I just receive a grunt from him again and a guttural purr. I look into his eyes trying to impose myself a bit. He has to believe I don't mean bad for this plan of mine to work.

“ I—I know what you're going through believe me... I know about—about bloodlust and—” I got cut off by his hand pulling at my shirt and again coming to my neck. I let him do it. I can't fight against him. But again, he is pushed away which brings him more frustration and convulsions.

“Please listen to me sir... I—I... if you please spare my life, I can help you too—please don't do this... I will reach for my knife but I won't hurt you I sw—” he growls at me warningly as my hand moves a little. “sir I promise I won't—I won't do anything to you, please... I will help. But I need my knife.”

My chin is trembling so much I can't speak. I slowly start to reach for a small pocket knife in my boot. His eyes never leave that hand. I feel dizzy all of a sudden, and my mind unprotected; more like invaded. I can't describe it. I slowly grab my knife and even slower, I start to bring it to his and my view.

“It's ok... I won't hurt you, I swear...” I whisper as he seems a bit calmer. He stopped convulsing but the guttural purrs were still present.

“Now I need my other hand...” I slowly bring my hands to his sight. I am still crying, even though I feel a little more in control, apparently.

With my knife I make a long cut from one extreme of my palm to the other. As the liquid begins to tickle down my hand I see him begin to convulse again. Every time he does this, the sigils glow. But what does this mean exactly...

“Don't-don't come to me... let me come to you...” and he obeys by backing away a little. His fangs become even longer. I offer him my hand, blood pooling and almost dripping from the sides. He looks at me and then at my hand.
“You can drink... it's ok... it's virgin blood, I think you'll--” I am not even done speaking when his lips are against my hand.

Ok, I feel stupid.

He can eat my arm off or something! But I already started this. So I have to finish it.

I feel him purr against my hand and pant. Pant? I thought they didn't breathe...

The gentleness with which he holds my hand against his mouth surprises me. I don't feel his fangs. So I understand he is getting a little more conscious...

He starts getting a bit dizzy. His body sways as his eyes close, his tongue licking blood from my hand. He hits the floor on his knees, now moaning and purring, so I join him on the floor.

I am a nerd, I don't know why fear begins to leave me... and my curiosity takes it's place. I am experiencing something so... unique. I guess people either die or flee in these circumstances. But here I am, living it with him.

Plus... I never imagined the feeding of blood could be... so erotic.

Or maybe is the way he is treating my hand; the expression on his face of pure ecstasy, his moaning and panting. It was almost as if he was making love to my hand. All those thoughts of him being able to eat my arm off, slowly vanish. Specially after the hand that is stabilizing him began... not stabilizing him anymore...

I see said hand, slide up one of his thighs and... begin to softly and almost imperceptibly, rub his erection over his pants. It doesn't... look obscene... it doesn't look violent; his movements are slow and soft. Almost a caress. I look away feeling very guilty about invading his privacy. But my eyes go back to him as I feel his stare. It seems he wants me to watch. And though I might go to hell for thinking this, I wanted to watch too.

I am watching. A lot. And the truth is, now I see, the creature is not so... bad looking. He looks like a man after all...

...just a very pale one with long canines...

...and well... red eyes...

But right now, with closed eyes and instead of that sarcastic look on his face a vulnerable one... he looks so human. Enjoying something so human as a pleasure and need so strong that controls every fiber of his being. An obsession. An addiction.

A weakness...

As I begin to feel my brain swimming in oil for my loss of blood, and almost speak up to make him stop, I see him tightening his eyes, his tongue not moving anymore, his forehead pushing against my fingers and suddenly... silence. His hand, the one holding my hand in place, falls palm flat on the floor, stabilizing himself as he... orgasms.

I feel bad, I feel...

Painfully aroused. But I am blocking it from my mind even if my insides hurt. It is just too wrong... but he looks more calm now. Almost... defenseless. I don't think he will hurt me if I—no! no... what's wrong with me. Get away from him!

He stops drinking from me completely, I see. But his face is still against my hand. I softly rub my hand against his face, in a failed attempt to console my body. His face is soft, stubble less; a bit strange in a 27-30 year old looking man. He pushes his skin against my hand like a cat and fighting against my urges, I bring it back slowly. He is still panting and swaying on his knees. And my hand... is healed.

“ I have to go...” I whisper, fear replaced by a soothing tone. He looks up. “ can I ask you something?” my voice getting a bit louder. he didn't answer. “did-did you hurt someone tonight?”

“I can't...” His whispered answer.

“ Hmm...” I stand up slowly. “I hope it helped...” I said and slowly walk out the kitchen and the mansion, without any comments from him. Just his head low, hair on his features and panting.

A night of solo action awaits for me.

Damn, I left the book in the kitchen...

I forgot to say something before. I have a very limited grasp on the language since it's not my first. Not an excuse, but it just will clear up why I might post so many one shots... it is a form of practice. I am working on a big story now (AxI) and need it. This is what I do while I rest from writing chapters for that story.

@темы: Hellsing, Fanfiction, Alucard

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RnR with Saint Alucard

RnR with Saint Alucard
Title: RnR with Saint Alucard
Author: SuckubusJ
Summary: Alucard welcomes a new Hellsing Officer
Rating: NC 17.

The shower head is getting dirty I think. Shit, I think it's been two weeks since the last time I cleaned my shower.

He was there again.
I wonder if he has nothing else to do but watch… more like stalk.

I did ask Seras about this last week…

Why is he always there? I asked the Draculina.
Where? she asked, looking at me as if I had grown a third ear.
Up in the building, next to our training field I answered, remembering how out of it sometimes she is.
I never see him standing on the roof of buildings… maybe you have bad timing…

Maybe I do. She must know… she is his fledgling.

Anyway... it's shower time and I am feeling very nice about this.
There is a way I can put my face under the water, my nose exactly under an opening between the fierce falling droplets and perfectly breathe through it. But now, I can’t find that opening.
I like to stay under the drops falling strongly on my face and think. I always have the most random and stupid thoughts as I shower. But I deserve them. I have to act fast and effectively at work. Here, is just never stopping randomness. It’s a mental Advil…

Or more like a laxative.

Oh! Found it! The little 'breathing space' … ahhh, yes… I love how the water massages my face. It’s a free spa…

I was aware of the vampire standing on the roof a few days or maybe a week after I started here. I am used to the watching; being the only human female of the troops AND First Action unit.
And the uniform doesn't really help.

Though his stalking makes me uncomfortable.

It's weird because it's not that I'm afraid of him anymore.
But I can’t say I have socialized with him anyway; just something like a maximum of 5 words as I exit the mission and he takes over from where we leave it off. I always go in first, their vanguard I am now it seems, and he comes last to ‘dispose of the trash’. But I don’t get goose bumps as he walks by me anymore. I think it is a sign that he doesn’t scare me.

Ok, I’m blowing this out of proportion. Who said he is looking at me? I don’t even think he likes women. Well, not like he’s gay or anything, just not into crushes or liking someone. He’s just into blood and killing and being evil it seems. So why would he be looking at me? I crack myself up, sometimes…
Maybe he’s just taking care of everything by watching over us by Hellsing’s command or something and Seras is not aware of it?

I wonder what kind of relationship the police girl and him have. He seems so unapproachable. But she speaks so highly of him. Maybe they are close; only when no one is watching he acts a bit more normal? Like a man. Since he looks so much like one. It's so confusing.

Maybe... they are lovers.

After all, vampires according to myth, are very sexual. Something i don't see in either one of the two, Seras been the sweetest girl in existence and him being just a vicious hunter.

Or maybe... he's just as passionate with a woman as he is in a fight? The strong silent type maybe?

I wonder.

I have never had a close look at him. But I have peeked. I just remember his crimson eyes clearly. Nothing else.

Could he read my mind at long distance? Feel when someone is thinking about him?

I hope he doesn't. This is not the first time he comes to me 'in the shower'. Not literally of course... only in thoughts. If Hellsing could see how much these creatures intrigue me i would be out of a job immediately.

...with all those powers, he must make a woman fly in ecstasy...
God, it's been too long for me... i need to get laid fast... I'm thinking about vampires now..

I turn the handle and the water finally stops. I smile at my last thought and reach for my towel and begin to softly dry myself.

I really hope he can't know when one is thinking of him. How embarrassing.

Damn heat. Who knew London would get this hot in summer. These barracks don't have AC because of the lack of this kind of weather regularly, so i have to suffer until Walter or whoever approves of installing one here, installs it. This is getting unbearable. I walk slowly towards my little fridge and get out a glass of wine i begged Walter for earlier tonight. Wine will only make me hotter but who cares.

It's the expensive one. And only one glass.

I leave the fridge door open. Maybe some cold air will get to me.... eventually. Still wrapped in my towel I let my butt fall on the only other piece of furniture i have in my room besides my bed, a chair and a table; a medium sized green recliner chair. Real leather. Walter brought it up to me, as a solution to my back problems.

It was Sir Hellsing's. What a sweet man ol' Walter is..

I close my eyes and relax, feeling all my muscles ache at once. Shit. It always happens. This part of the night, after my bath, is when i realize i need to take better care of my body. I do abuse of it. Ow, relaxing becomes a sweet torture.

I close my eyes and grunt as the more i relax, the more my muscles ache. I need a massage.

I slowly have little sips of my wine, scared that it will leave me too soon. It is too soon to sleep, too soon to end the night. I am still pumped up about the mission. I just got here an hour ago i think... and supposedly you get sleepy after 4 hours , I think, of intense physical exercise. I never seem to remember--

My eyes fly open.

Something is... strange. I reach for my lamp on the table on the other side of the chair and turn it on. Just in case.

My eyes move around but not my head. I don't want to move. I am as comfortable as i can get. There is nothing out of the ordinary. Maybe I'm just too relaxed and sensitive to my surroundings. It happens. Maybe this place is haunted or something. I have heard stories.

Again i close my eyes and continue to air my expensive wine, my arm dangling out from the leather chair.

My mental diarrhea slowly comes to a halt. Now it is the part of the night when its just nothingness. Meditation some call it. I do it all the time. And it starts now--

As i exhale softly i feel the leather of the ample armrests shift a bit. Dent more like it. But so so softly i choose to ignore it.

But the air suddenly leaves my lungs as i feel the same denting on the chair, at the sides of my thighs. I have no knives with me, is what my mind first processes. So i have to improvise.
Because someone is almost straddling me right now.

In a swift movement of my wrist, I break the crystal goblet against the floor and bring it up quicker than quick to my attacker as my eyes fly open again.

And I meet a pair of crimson ones. Cat like. Almond shaped.
Not big and round like the police girl's.
Lids heavy in mischief.
It's the vampire. In his complete ensemble, sans hat and glasses.

He can sense my shock because he tilts his head and half smiles devilishly. My broken goblet is pressing against the pale skin of his almost non exposed throat, but not drawing blood just yet. His gloved hands slowly leave the arm rests and very very very carefully intertwine with each other over my towel covered body... too close to my taste to a sensitive part. He is straddling my body, his weight not bringing the recliner back up.
He must be floating.

“what are you doing here” I whisper but never less angry.

He keeps silent his head still tilted but his smile getting a bit wider. But no teeth showing yet.
He is not answering. But I know there is no need to ask again.

“hmm... what a waste of good wine that was...” he said in a soft sensual purr as he eyed the floor beside us. His hand was suddenly wrapped around my wrist and with a pressure point, ow, made me drop the glass. But I didn't even yelp in pain. Not to his face.
“What. Are you--”
“i heard you the first time--” I tried to move under him but was impossible. I clutched my towel protectively, feeling at a terrible disadvantage. His eyes lowered to my free hand doing this, showing me the first hit of teeth.

I am so screwed.

Softly his body lowered over mine, not touching yet, his forearms resting on the armrests. His face was closer to mine now.
“Just coming to pay a little visit... after various calls, it is only polite--”
“what the hell are you talking about—get off me”
And the idiot chuckles.

And then, to my painful embarrassment, he begins to 'quote' me... or whatever word exists for recalling thoughts literally, aloud.

“ 'Or maybe... he's just as passionate with a woman as he is in a fight? The strong silent type maybe?' ” my eyes go wide and I can feel the blood rushing to my face. “or do you want me to remind you of the details of your dream last week?”

Oh god no, not that dream.

“dreams mean nothing--”
“maybe they don't... but you do react rather strongly, at least physically speaking, when you remember it, or am I wrong?” he almost cooed. The idiot is right. I can't stop feeling my face hot and my body begins to sweat.
I feel him move a little, and then feel his hand on mine, the one still clutching at my towel, knuckles a little pale. I squeeze the cloth even harder but his hand gets even more delicate as he tries to softly open it.
“relax, my dear, it was a rough night...”
“get off me I said” I was feeling a knot in my throat. He is a monster. I can't fight against him. My previous attack was meant for a human; never I thought I would have a vampire, and less an all powerful one like him, so close, intentions unknown. I couldn't fight him is all I knew. As a Hellsing vanguard is one thing. As a defenseless girl in a towel in my room, unarmed, unless towels could be deadly to him, is something very different.
I know when I am at loss. And I accept it, now I am.
My hand slowly opens up and with another devilish smile but as if I was some object of adoration on his part, he delicately places it dangling off the arm rest. I gulp, swallowing my tears. His eyes come back to mine, his body keeping his position.
His hand lands close to my face, a gloved finger outlining one side of it. My eyes get teary.
“i know you feel lonely, Officer... I have seen it in your mind... and I understand--”
“don't touch me—”
“it is hard being a... minority... in this place... specially when even your Commander tries to deny it to all of us... and even herself at times--”
“please don't do this...” tears roll down my cheeks as I choose to close my eyes.
“do what?... but isn't this what you want?”
“let me go... please”
“your lips tell me this, but your mind tells me something else--”
“it was a dream...”
“it is a fantasy...”
“and some are to stay that way... please don't do this, vampire”
“--but I will not use force, my dear...” he said referring to that dream. “human skin bruises too easily and I also have to protect myself, right?”
A sob escapes my lips, my eyes still closed. I don't want to open them. I want to escape from this. I can't believe this is really happening. I am scared. Fantasies can be controlled. Daemons in fantasies can be controlled. Even if they have control in them. But in real life, they control.
I felt his arms leaving the armrests and slowly reaching for mine. He held my hands into his, first kissing one on the back of it, then the other one. But this was all a calculated move. Because as his hands, in that soft grip didn't let go of mine, my towel began to softly untuck and loosen. I began to silently, cry.
“don't do this...” I kept saying softly.
“shhhh” he hushed me softly as the towel slowly kept opening to my sides. I kept my eyes closed but couldn't tell what he was doing. He doesn't breathe. So it is impossible to tell his mood because of his breathing rate. An occasional sob would be heard in the stillness. My thoughts were so chaotic I swear they were making noises. I am very sure he could see them. He was going to have his way with me, and do it in a way no one would ever find out, judging by his words. So again, I am royally screwed.

And will be, literally.

As I felt the little chill from the fridge hit my bare skin, I realized the towel was not covering me anymore. Instead of panicking, I let out a soft breath and relaxed. There is nothing I can do now. I am scared out of my fucking mind, thinking he might not only rape me but kill me if he feels like it, but what is the use of fighting back? It will be more painful if my body is tense, and the killing part well, he can snap my neck like a toothpick. So what's the use.
I open my eyes to find him slowly drinking up my naked body with his.
And the weirdest thing in the world hits me.

Self consciousness.

I chuckle sarcastically at my random brain having one of those moments. It's not shame or sense of decency. Is vanity. He looks up at me, smiling that wicked smile of his I guess reading my thoughts too and how absurd for it to be accompanied by fear about this situation.
“you have nothing to worry about, my dear... you are a vision--”
“let me go...” I whispered again another tear rolling down my cheek.
“i will...”he paused “only not yet” he grinned a little too sick for my taste and he came lower, near my face. “now, how about you help me out of all these things—it is hot in here--”
“you don't feel heat nor cold”
“oh? But I do”
“Seras tells me she doesn't”
He chuckled darkly and then got even closer to me. “be a dear and take off my coat, will you?” his voice was sweet but his look was commanding. My chin began to tremble and so did my hands as I slowly brought them up to his shoulders and clumsily began to peel the leather coat off them. He moved a little to help me do this, but as I was immobilized by him, he ended up throwing it on the floor.
He looked at me, his head tilted.

Fine.
I did the same with the black jacket he wears under the duster. When I did this, I saw now a white shirt and his cravat. I pulled at it quickly, my chin trembling, knowing the time was coming closer and closer.
The shirt was giving me a headache. Everything was just sinking in, again. He is going to rape me and kill me.
He came lower over me for me to have better access to the buttons. I breathed in a shaky breath and saw him fidgeting with his gloves as I unbuttoned him. He took them off. And patiently waited for me to finish the deed.
My warm fingers brushed cool skin. I found this so weird. As my nervous fingertips brushed his chest, he did little approving sounds or soft hisses. I had started to cry again silently. He dried my tears, caressing my cheek with his bare, cold thumbs. I sniffed and a sob escaped my lips again. His shirt was open and I was peeling it off.

The fact that he is breathtaking without those hideous clothes on wasn't a surprise to me. I expected it. He wasn't in my fantasies for nothing. But it never helped my fear.

Actually it made it worse. My body was reacting to him, but that didn't mean it wanted this any more. Or did it?

As my fingers went to the beginning of his pants, he stopped me. I wanted to get this over with. He, again, took that hand and kissed it softly.

And you think I'm buying it, beast?

He chuckled at my thought and looked down at my body again.
“there is something wrong here...” he said with a touch of mocking innocence. “why are you in between my legs?”

Oh god no...

“Am I this out of practice?”he almost whispered playfully and raised his body a bit from mine. He directed my knees up, bending my legs up to get from under him. “this is much better, don't you think, my dear?
I did not answer, only glared at him hatefully as tears continued to roll down my cheeks.
“oh well, I cannot lie in between them if you do not open them for me...”
“... sick fuck”
“no, that will come in a moment, depending on my mood...” he purred casually as I slowly and swallowing my pride, parted my knees from each other. Of course his eyes went there, his tilted head and smile back, as he spoke again. “or it can be as tender as being touched by feathers... or a little playful, to name a few... or a little bit of everything, my personal favorite...” his eyes came back to mine and finally rested over my body completely, his face over mine, reclining the chair even more. “or I can pretend I love you... if you do not want to feel like a cheap whore once you begin to enjoy yourself--”
“Fuck. You”
“such dirty words in such beautiful lips... I will take care of that then”

And this was the start... of the end of me.

He came softly and kissed me on the lips.
As I said I was going to let him do whatever he wanted. Later I would deal with a way to make him pay. But I am not dumb as to make this more painful than what it will be, at least physically. So as he continued to suck on my lips delicately I, very unenthusiastically of course, let him do it. But not exactly kissing back.
His lips parted mine and his tongue brushed the inside of my mouth, just a little touch. This, which made me angry I have to say, made my nipples begin to harden against his chest. He felt this because one of his hands came crawling at my side and after making space for it to come in between our bodies, began to kneed expertly on my breast.

But instead of making me jump, a little moan drowned inside his lips.

As I responded to his kiss I eventually stopped crying. And instead of just following his actions I was kissing him back.

Oh lord, the skill...
I was fighting with myself. His hands were now all over me, doing things I couldn't track logically, but I couldn't show him I was enjoying it.
I couldn't accept to myself I was enjoying it.
It did make me feel like a cheap slut.

He began to bite and nibble his way to my ear. Goosebumps began to spread all over my skin, even in places I never had goosebumps before. I unconsciously made space for him as he continued to my neck but next second my hands flew to his face making him back away.

Neck and vampires... a no-no

He took my hands off his face as if I was not pushing him with all my strength and came back to my ear.
“and turn you into a ghoul? I very well know this won't be your first time, Officer... plus I haven't had enough fun with you just yet--”
“you already have a toy, leave me alone--”
“is that the way you speak of your friends? How sweet...” he said and rubbed his nose against mine.
I felt bad about this comment, yes. But it all went away again as he continued his way down my body, quickly and... almost playfully, catching one of my nipples in between his fangs. Shit I can't move too much. He will make me bleed and hurt me. Damn him.
But the real problem came when he began flicking his tongue over it. All my strength was leaving me, trying not to contort like a snake at the currents of pleasure this was bringing to me. So my only outlet was... verbal. And he was more than ecstatic to hear me moan.
He moved to the other and sucked and kneaded with his hands as I finally could move freely. I arched toward him making a decision.
Fuck it, this slut will enjoy him, then.
I let my hands go to him and bring his mouth closer to me by intertwining my fingers into his hair. It's so soft. And so is his skin. Never imagined a damned creature to be this... beautiful.
My legs turned into binds and gave him a little space to move but were determined to not let him go anywhere. He continued lower and lower... and surprised me by playing with my bellybutton, licking around it and inside of it. I jumped and yelped. It tickled! I tried to push him away but he held my hands softly. I began to laugh hysterically and kick him off but he kept flicking his tongue inside of it. He better not forget I need to breathe!

I can't take it!!!

I squirmed like a fish over and over again until he moved again to my lips in almost a leap. And from then on, I forgot any morals, decency or that he was in fact... dead and I was being a bit of a necrophiliac.

But I guess this was a bit too... easy and normal for him. The fear factor had to be there it seemed. As we were kissing and touching and he pushed two fingers inside of me, his lips came to my ear and... purred. No, it was not a purr like a cat. It was that sound felines do when they are about to get their scared prey. Like a low guttural growl. My eyes flew open and I thought... this is his way of saying, no more mister nice guy. He began soft as a feather, went a little playful, now he's going into sick mode. And will tear me apart. With his fingers inside my body. Again my throat closed and my chin began to shake. I began to pant and again, tears began to stream down. I feel so vulnerable with his fingers still inside of me.
“please...” I whispered, not believing this suddenly change of humor and feeling already exhausted by it. As my hands softly went to convince him to get his fingers out of me, he growled again. I began to cry silently again.
“what is the matter, my dear?” he whispered mocking surprise, his nose rubbing with mine.
“don't hurt me please...” I pleaded. Specially not there...
“ oh no...” he said as he kept moving his fingers in and out of me. “i will try something different tonight...” he said and his hand disappeared in between us, opening his pants. “let's see... “ he trailed off as he began to enter me inch by inch. “... it is not always fun when the body becomes motionless before time...” he said and panic struck me again. He will kill me then. The bastard will kill me. Again I began to cry.
“you're a bast--” but before I could finish he thrust completely inside of me and made me moan. I'm gonna die and I'm moaning, nice.

He can be dead. But the living wish they could move this way.

I forgot I was in the hands of a predator and that I was possibly going to die in less than a few hours. He began to purr, again but it was not bothering me anymore. Actually, when he did it against my skin it sent little currents and vibrations.
The bastard began to tease me and change his pace. He's goddamn good, he was making me cum after a few minutes... but I guess he doesn't like things too easily. Or at least he wanted to torture me a bit more.
“so you will kill me by what—not making me cum?”
“or a heart attack” he growled as he quickened his pace and again I began to moan loudly. The chair was not going to stand all this commotion. Oh, no my beloved chair--

The world spun around and then I feel the cold floor on my back. I hissed... damn him.

But I had no time to yell at him because he was not wasting any time. He continued moving even stronger than before... ranting in something I could not get, his eyes closed. I know Russian, I know English, Spanish and German... it sounded like all those but it was none. In an impulse, I took him by the hair and brought him down to me to kiss him. But I wasn't as careful as he was being with me it seems, since with my pull, his fang brushed my lip and scratched it. His eyes flew open and I could see he had smelled the blood.

Boy was I in trouble. And I could tell by the color his eyes were turning.

He licked his lip and his eyes rolled back and his thrusts became even stronger. But he began to slow down... to the verge of not moving, as he hesitated to lick my lips.
“not yet, not yet” I heard him whisper very very low as he was barely moving.

Not yet...? kill me? Drink my blood? WHAT?... this is what will kill me... this wait, this waiting to see what he will do...

He raised his upper body from me completely as he stretched his arms and began moving again. Oh dear... god... or devil or whoever is responsible for his existence. My leg flew to his shoulder thanks to him and things only got better. I helped by moving by that same leg and again the purring started. Call be weird, but I liked it.

In no time I was looking for something to grab around me. My body began arching painfully and then.... blankness. I swear I stopped breathing. And he began to move even stronger. Damn it, the longest orgasm I've had in my life.
He finally licked my lips and again began growling this time even stronger. I kissed him back and as I did... I pushed my tongue to one of his fangs. I began to bleed. I didn't know how ok was what I was doing, but I can be random as you can see. Stupid I could call this, more than random.

He began to... pant. Yes, breathe. And as he did, he also slowed down.

But it was oh, so glorious. He came lower over me and continued sucking, very softly, blood from my wound. Moaning. Everything turned so... calm, now. Though never less glorious. His grinding was deeper but slower. Hmm.... yes, glorious...

As I felt another orgasm tightening I felt him moving deeper, still calm but intense. I buried my nails on his shoulders and came, blankness around me again, feeling a cold tickle inside of me. I felt him linger a few times and again his purring. He gave me a cool breath inside my mouth and then... he breathed no more. I almost forgot he was not human.
I needed to catch my breath. As my eyes were heavy and could barely open them I saw him looking at the back of his hand still on me. A burned tattoo of the same sigil he carries on his gloves was on his hand. It gave me a bit of goosebumps.
“do you know what this is?”he whispered seriously, looking at his hand.
“no...” he looked at me for a moment and then suddenly... his demeanor was back.
“i can't hurt you... or anyone for the matter... unless I am ordered to...”

So he was bluffing then...

I exhaled and inhaled deeply trying to gain some strength. And rooting. When I felt a bit charged, my open hand flew to his face with all the strength left in me, which was not that much.

Oh, this slap was my third orgasm of the night.

“get off me you shit...” I said hoarsely.

He didn't stop laughing until he finally fell asleep a few minutes later.

The fucking beast.

I will get gum on that cool hair of his or something.

@темы: Hellsing, Fanfiction, Alucard

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21.05.2010 в 20:01

Пишет  *Дюйма*:

даже если придумано - всё равно прикольно

21.05.2010 в 17:52

Пишет  Блудный сын промышленности:

Почему-то ко мне норовят пристать всякие свидетели, баптисты, мормоны и прочие накурившиеся «опиума для народа» — видимо, мой внешний вид вызывает у них срабатывание какого-то рефлекса. Не так давно, впрочем, я нашёл способ извлечь из этого своего недостатка немного здорового смеха.

Решил сменить очки на контактные линзы. Среди прочих в оптике были и такие, которые визуально меняют форму зрачка — раньше, помнится, они были безумно популярны. Купил комплект. Так вот, подходит как-то пожилая женщина и интересуется, знаю ли я, что конец света не за горами.

— Да, вы правы.
— (воодушевляясь) А знаете, что тёмный кто-то-там уже ходит среди людей и ищет неприкаянные души?

Снимаю тёмные очки и гляжу на неё в упор глазами с вертикальными зрачками и рыжей радужкой.

— Это вы обо мне?

Так быстро исчезнуть было бы слабо даже Копперфильду.
(с)

@темы: Humor

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Тайна имени

Плять! С 9 до 16 проторчала в универе, в основном для того, чтобы меня опять послали делать то не знаю что, и не понятно как. Пока ждала препода, пошла купила себе русско-английский словарь, залезла с телефона на Хеллфикшен и начала переводить "Тайну имени". Так и живем.

The mystery of the name.
“Alucard, I know everything!” Young cheerful voice echoed under the vaults of the basement. “Wake up!”
“Hrrrrr” Alucard answered, without any hope however: delicacy was never Hellsing family trait.
“Alucard, wake up!” Little tenacious hand seized his tie and drew him up. “Come on! It’s important!”
Alucard opened his eyes and rose up within his coffin. The sight in front of him couldn't inspire any optimism: the evident excess of skinny elbows and knees, tangled hairs, thumbed glasses that slipped to the tip of the nose from excitement. His new Master.
“I’ve been sleeping.” Alucard stated “Because daytime sleeping is natural for vampires. Why have you troubled my dormancy, child?”
“Don’t call me child! I’m your Master!”
“What is it you want, Master?”
“Alucard” Integra said again. ”I know everything. Everything about you.”
“Oh.” Alucard uttered. “As far as I also know everything about myself, it’s unlikely we can surprise each other.”
“I know who you really are.” Integra exhaled and looked at him with triumph.
“Well.” Alucard drawled slightly intrigued. “And who am I?”
“You are Dracula.”
Silence hung over the basement. Integra was looking at the vampire with triumphant fire within her wide-open eyes. Alucard’s gaze on the contrary was pensive. “Yes, she is definitely her father’s daughter.” Vampire thought. ” And Abraham Hellsing‘s descendant … Scary thing that heredity.”
“You don't say!” He exclaimed, aware that silence had lasted too long.”But how could you guess?!”
Integra tilted her head, admitting the fairness of his rapture.
“It wasn’t very difficult. I’ve read the horror novel "Death in the forest".
Alucard looked at her slightly amazed. He'd read the novel "Death in the forest" as well.
"Child, does Walter know, what kind of books you read?"
"Call me Master"
"So does he know or not?"
"No he doesn't." Integra replied irritated. "And he will never know if somebody wouldn't blabber. So I've read "Death in the forest" and there was a monster who came as a vampire and he used the name, rearranged backwards. It's called anagram" The spelling of this new word definitaly relished her "And as soon as I read it I realized your name reminds me of something"
"Unbelievable." Alucard sighed "You, Hellsings, were always distinguishly shrewd and smart. And now, when my disguise has been uncovered, may I contuine my rest?"
"Alucard." Integra uttered softly and patted him on his knee in a comforting gester. Alucard started. "I understand. But that was quite imprudent."
"What was imprudent?" Alucard asked, taking Master's hand off his knee carefully.
"You wanted to evade disgrace". Integra elucidated with a sympathetic and condescending smile. "Of course your were ashamed, that you, famed Count Dracula, has been forced to serve mortals, so you've taken a different name. But look, you've chosen a bad disguise. You should have called yourself by some common name, like "Smith" for example."
She grew silent gradually under Alucard's gaze.A weaker man would have fainted
The vampire put his hand on the coffin's edge and the wood was smashed to dust by his fingers.

"You're very perspicacious" He said and the walls seemed to have trembled from the rage of his voice. "You were right, I've been defamed Integra Hellsing. But my disgrace is not my service to mortals. Do you want to know the truth?"
Integra made a weak nod. Her legs began to give away.
"When your grangrandfather professor Van Hellsing had defeated me." Alucard told with an even voice of a man, submerged to the abyss of despair." He was determined to bend me under his will and force me to serve him and his family. He knew one appropriate incantation, that should be spelled backwards. Van Hellsing scribbled it on a piece of paper, putting my name in the right place, brought it to the mirror, and read the refletion in one breath. Do you understand? Spelling the words of Power and fixing it with our blood, your grandgrandfather had given me the new name. Named me by....the anagram. And you know what, child?"
"Master". Integra bleated.
"So, Master, your grandfather's dullness this incident is evidensce for it's inherited."
Silence fell yet again.
"I.." Integra muttered at last. "I'm very sorry that..."
"I'm sorry too" Alucard replied "But it can't be helped. Now leave me, child"
"Master"
"Leave me, Master. I need to be alone"
"Sorry" Integra muttered and walked slowly to the door. But stopped at the threshold.
"Listen I could try to repeat this ritual and rename you back"
"No!" Alucard blurted out, and Intergra heared a fear in his voice. "Alucard - is not the worst thing, that could be assembled from the letters of my name. No more expirements. Thank you for your care, child..."
"Master"
"Master... and get off here!"

@темы: Translations, Helldogtiapa, Fanfiction

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Cure - Lulliby ....Да..песня про Алукарда.

Вспомните несчастную Рип Ван Винкль и многорукого Алукарда. Только в слешном варианте.

Quietly he laughs and shaking his head
Creeps closer now
Closer to the foot of the bed
And softer than shadow and quicker than flies
His arms are all around me and his tongue in my eyes
"Be still, be calm, be quiet now my precious boy
Don't struggle like that or i will only love you more
For it's much too late to get away or turn on the light
The spiderman is having you for dinner tonight"

Он тихо смеется, качая головой
Подползая ближе
Все ближе к краю кровати
И мягче, чем тени, быстрее, чем крылья
Его руки везде вокруг меня, его язык закрывает мои веки
"Тише, спокойней, мой прекрасный мальчик
Не дергайся так, а то я буду любить тебя еще сильнее
Слишком поздно бежать или пытаться включить свет
Паук все равно сегодня тебя съест"

И про Абрахама..Стопудово про него. Тоже кстати колыбельная XD

Goodnight demon slayer, goodnight
Now it's time to close your tired eyes
There are devils to slay and dragons to ride
If they see you coming, hell they better hide

@темы: Hellsing, Alucard

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Laundering and Dickens

Диплом меня убивает. Сижу с красными глазами и температурой, пялюсь в экран и ненавижу экономику всей душой. У меня аллергия на занятие бесполезными вещами. Диплом очевидно относится к ним. Через неделю защита. Если это не пи...ц, то скажите мне тогда, что ....
Перевод - это осмысленное занятие. Давно еще начала переводить, но только сегодня умудрилась закончить. Пожалуйста, кто знает английский, прочтите, посмотрите, проверьте, когда будет время. Оригинал тут.
www.hellfiction.forum24.ru/?1-9-0-00000009-000-...

The Laundering

-As you wish, My Master, - Alucard bowed and phased into the study wall.
Captain Pickmen, the newcomer, who recently been given an assignment in the Hellsing organization and had arrived to the office for his first briefing, swallowed hard and mumbled: «Holy virgin!»
-Yes,- Lady Hellsing gave a short nod, mockery playing within her eyes. – Get used, Pickman. This is our staff vampire and his marvelous supernatural abilities, he will demonstrate to you with particular importunity, as you are newbie…. Damn it!!!
At first Pickmen couldn’t understand what enraged his commander, then, following her gaze, he saw a big stain on the wall right in the place where Alucard walked in. He came closer, and discovered that the stain was not a stain but a mysterious printing, perfectly shaping the silhouette of the higher vampire.
-Damn! - Integra said again with hatred, approximating to the wall and eyeing the printing. – I’m sick with it.
-What is it, Lady Integra? –captain asked, intrigued.
-This is, - Integra answered restrained anger in her voice, - the way our vampire does the laundering! He dissociates into smallest particles and phases through the wall, but all the stuff, accumulated on his garments: blood, dirt, dust , gunpowder etc., stays on the wall .
- Oh.. – Pikmen said. He wanted to say something else but never managed. The impression was too strong.
-What’s the matter if maids consider it’s a dark omen and quit in two weeks, - Integra kept on. – Big deal, he walked through Rembrand’s original that way last month….Our staff vampire is always in order, neat and tidy….You wanted to say something, Pikmen?
-But it’s amasing, Lady Integra! – Pikmen exclaimed. – He never has a need to wash his clothes? Even the socks…
There was a delight in his voice. The Vampirism phenomenon revealed a new side to him.
Integra fixed her gaze on him:
-And looking at you, Pikmen, - she said stiffly, - I would never say you’re a sloven.
Her words got Pikmen’s nerve:
- I’m not a sloven, Lady Integra! – He raised his chin proudly. –I’m a man!


Dickens

- Hey,Oliver…
- My name is Pip, Lord Alucard.
- ..Pip, be careful. I sense a vampire here.
The top place within Pip’s personal Things-I-hate-most hit-parade belonged completely to Charles Dickens. His parents shared the second place. It wasn’t quite logical, because the conjoints Bernadotte, and not Dickens at all, were the ones, whoes affection for the novel “Great Expectations” had cast a shade upon their son’s life. It wasn’t exactly Dickens’s fault, that Pip’s classmates had chosen his name to be an object of mockeries and taunts. The day, when nineteenth century literature came in their school syllabus was meant to be the darkest day in Bernadotte’s life. Nevertheless Bernadotte was a good son and preferred to blame long ago dead classic writer for trials and tribulations of his childhood.
- David!
- My name is Pip, Lord Alucard.
- Oh..yes, Pip. Check the side street.
The hatred deadened with the lapse of time, mostly because of the fact that Bernadotte had grown up into a hardened strong mercenary, and there were few people who dared to taunt him. And there were few people within his circle of acquaintance, who’ve read “Great expectations”. He started to think that the name curse hadn’t hang over him anymore. He’d been under this comforting delusion until this evening.
- Mmm….Scrooge…
- My name is Pip!
- Sure. I forgot.
Because for some reasons Lady Hellsing dispatched him for the raid with Alucard this evening. Mercenary was puzzled with the sympathetic expression of Walter’s face, while butler was transmitting the orders to him. He was a little bit disturbed the way one of the Hellsing vets shook his hand and patted him on the shoulder. But the most unpleasant and suspicious thing was that Victoria suddenly put him into a strong suffocating embrace, brushed away a bloody tear and asked him to be very very careful and do not stand in the line of Alucard’s shooting. “ Master used to go for raids with me lately and he might forget accidentally that you can not regenerate..Anyway remember: it’s not out of spite, just of absent-mindedness”
Those dark omens made him feel uneasy, there was a suspicion, that proved itself later: Alucard definitely has read “Great expectations”, moreover, judging by the number of character ‘s names, he’s already voiced, Alucard has read a lot of Charles Dickens’s novels. And worst of all Alucard was in a cheerful mood.
- Fagin..
Bernadotte stopped. Alucard stopped as well. Mercenary identified the expression of vampire's face as temporizing.
- I’m not Fagin, Lord Alucard, - he uttered quietly.
-Oh,- Alucard said with a surprise on his face. – Eem…Monks?
Bernadotte was often teased in childhood by children twice or trice of his size, but, no matter how much stronger was an opponent, Pip had never allowed himself to stay cowardly silent.
"He’ll kill me, - he thought bluntly, - would say I was standing in a wrong side..” But sometimes honour is more valuable then life.
-My name is Pip! – he roared standing on the tiptoe to be face to face with the vampire - Put that in your pipe and smoke it! Pip Bernadotte, you, damn bloodsucker! Got it?
He stepped aside waiting for an instant death.
Alucard wiped his glasses, which were spat with enraged mercenary's saliva .
- Yes, exactly, - he said and grinned with his courteous shark smile. – Pip, of course. I kept in mind it was something from Dickens…So your name is Pip. Yes. The boy with great expactations, from rags to riches.. Good name. Now I’ll memorize it for sure. Let’s go, Pip. Daily plan should be fulfilled.
He began to walk leisurely, Pip’s thoughtful gaze following his back.
Dickens has collapsed from the pedestal of Pip’s personal hatred hit-parade with thunder, leaving the leadership position for the more ancient deadman.

запись создана: 16.05.2010 в 17:54

@темы: Hellsing, Alucard/Pip, Fanfiction

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Трое в лодке

Все пишут про ТВЛ. И я напишу. Ждала конкурса с нетерпением. В основном из-за команды Хеллсинга, потому что по сути единственный песонаж, который меня интересует, это Алукард во всех пейрингах и обличиях. Мне почему-то казалось, что команда Хеллсинга будет самой сильной и могущественной, и завоюет мир. Но к моему негодованию и разочарованию именно Хеллсинг меня сейчас больше всего огорчает. Уже пятый тур, а я все продолжаю чего-то ждать и на что-то надеятся. Работа пятого тура была совершеннейшим ударом под дых, ибо до боли напоминает школьные сочинения. Я грущу. На общем фоне выделяется "Долгая дорога домой", очень хорошо выделяется. Цветы и шампанское автору! Великолепный фик! Чудесный ! Но, черт побери, один..>_<....
Искариоты ведут себя странно. У 13-го отдела совсем мало персонажей, но так ведь какой повод пригласить туда (в фик) еще кого-нибудь (да-да я имею в иду Алукарда!!) Зачем же вешать все на плечи Хайнкель? Шикарная работа "Мир в котором нас не было". За одну только параллель с "Темной башней" автора можно любить и целовать (правда параллель получлась немножко непараллельна, так как фраза Джейка из уст Шредингера звучит совершенно не к месту, если вспомнить, что имел ввиду мальчик)
Не перестает удивлять Миллениум. практически каждый фик читаю с удовльствием. Никогда не любила этих персонажей и тем не менее .... Фики один другого лучше. На жестоком сексе с братьями Валентай меня нехило так сквикнуло - инцест я не понимаю и не пойму, но юмор шикарный и за такого Яна можно закрыть глаза на все. Огорчает то, что в Миллениуме персонажей явно побольше, чем в других организациях, а значит Алукарда я не увижу и здесь ><

@темы: Hellsing

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Bird of Hermes

Я думаю, все уже в курсе, что именно по общепризнанному толкованию фанатов Хеллсинга означает фраза "Bird of Hermes is my name, eating my wings to make me tame"? Я нашла кое-что еще, что для меня в общем-то было новым и интересным. На досуге зарылась в Википедию, пытаясь понять каким образом в мозгу death in the orchard соединились воробьи и Алукард,и обнаружила, что Гермес - это psychopomp - проводник душ в мир мертвых и один из богов, которые беспрепятственно могли посещать это мир и возвращаться обратно. В египетской мифологии психопомпом был Анубис, который изображался в виде черного пса или в виде человека с головой пса.
Кроме того психопомпами в различных религиях были животные и птицы, в том числе и воробьи (очень впечатляюще и зловеще выглядят эти скромные птички в роли проводнков душ в романе Кинга "Темная половина"). Так что резон связать из с вампиром в общем-то есть, хотя в фанфике они выглядят вполне так мирно и забавно....

@темы: Hellsing, I dare say...

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BEDLAM

У меня дурная привычка сохранять понравившиеся мне фики в своем дневнике. А тут...
Инцидент в Рио. Девушке из спецназа удается выжить сравнительно малой кровью.
Очень правдивый, реалистичный, похожий таки на нормального вампира Алукард (это можно считать кинком? XD )
Скромный гет еле-еле дотягивающий до R, но атмосфера побоища и впечатления девушки от встречи с созданием тьмы прописаны великолепно.

BEDLAM

BEDLAM

All that Selina was told was that there were two terrorists hidden in the penthouse with hostages. They were to be killed on sight. It was her job to follow orders and not ask questions, so she blindly followed the SWAT team to the penthouse. But her doubts, her fears, her conscience... everything inside of her was telling her not to follow them. Not to carry out this mission. It was just so last minute, so sudden... so random. Something about it just seemed off.

Things had gone accordingly at first. They arrived at the penthouse, broke into the room, shot the terrorist on sight.

But she didn't expect him to regenerate. To piece himself back together. To go from a corpse full of bullet holes laying in pieces on the floor to a raving lunatic. It happened so suddenly that she couldn't keep track. What she thought she saw was the monster rushing at one of her partners, driving his mouth cannibalistically into his neck and then ripping his head off with his teeth. More gunshots were fired, hers included, but blood sprayed everywhere, bodies fell into pieces, and somehow she was shoved into the cornor of the room.

Her gun was away from her, bodies lay on the floor. And the monster seemed focused completely on the person before him.

"You're a monster!!!"

It was Eduardo. She recognized his voice. He sounded so terrified. Her friend had tried to rush towards the door while the monster fed on the corpse of Alejandro. The lifeless body joined the others on the floor as the monster approached Eduardo. Selina watched with large eyes, shaking and trembling with every passing second as the monster drew nearer.

"Yes, I've been getting that a lot lately. But what does that make you?" His voice was so cold. Dark, evil, amused, insane, and venomous like the old serpent he was. "A man? A dog? A monster?"

Selina bit on her lower lip, watching in horror as Eduardo lifted his pistol to his head and fired. The monster stiffened, then released an irritated growl. It was as if he was disappointed that he didn't get to butcher the frightened man himself. She was shaking in the cornor of the room, eyes shifting, seeing the corpses laying on the floor and the blood splattered everywhere. On the walls, the ceiling, the furniture, even on her. She was afraid to move, afraid to cry, whimper, do anything.

'Have to get away... have to hide...'

She bit down harder on her lip to keep herself from sobbing. Slowly she backed away from the scene, moving away from the cornor and hiding behind some furniture, as if they would prove to be some sort of barrier between her and the monster before her. Her hands covered her mouth and she desperately tried to slow her breathing.

'Don't make a sound... don't let him hear you...'

The monster snarled at the corpse before him before he heard what sounded like a whimper. Instantly, that look of amusement appeared on his face. A sick, twisted grin formed on his lips as he slowly turned his head in the direction of the sound. It looked as if he couldn't believe he actually left someone alive in this room. Selina could hear him chuckling, and his laugh was as terrifying as his voice.

She heard footsteps nearing. Slowly, one foot infront of the other, taking his time...

'Oh God... oh God please...'

She tried to crawl away, but her back pressed against the wall. Her hands didn't leave her mouth for a moment, eyes widening, watering, fear overwhelming her. His footsteps filled her ears, his laughter made her skin crawl. And all the while, her heart was pounding. Slamming against her chest, thumping louder and faster with every passing second. It filled the monster's ears, enticing him, beckoning him to come closer. Horrible images formed in Selina's mind. He would tear her apart, like he did the others. Use nothing but his hands and his teeth to rip her to pieces and bathe in her blood.

'Alejandro... Eduardo... Carlos... Emilio...'

His footsteps stopped. Her heart seemingly skipped a beat. It was eerily silent. Anybody would have believed him to be gone, but she knew... knew that he was so close. That he knew she was there. She feared that any second would be her last, that her life would end in such a horrible place. That she would be joining her fallen friends within the next few minutes. The end seemed so near...

Suddenly the furniture before her was forced out of the way. It was sent flying through the air, crashing into the nearest walls and shattering on impact. She released a scream and attempted to make a run for it. But the monster was too fast. The moment her body rushed forward, she felt it being slammed back against the wall. His strong hands were pinning her against the wall: one on her shoulder, the other holding her throat. A loud, terrified shriek escaped her as she desperately fought for freedom.

"Let me go!" Selina hollered. "Oh God, get off of me!"

He responded by laughing. She shuddered at the sound and her eyes shifted in his direction. His face was pale, white as snow, but the mouth was dripping with the blood of her friends. Long, black hair poured from his head and ended at his hips, and he looked at her with large, red eyes. Horrible red eyes... eyes that reminded her of Hell. She made eye contact with him for a brief moment, saw the reflection of her fear in his fiery, demonic eyes and jerked her head away from him. She squeezed her eyes shut and released another terrified sob.

She heard his laughter again. He was amused. Her terror was entertaining him. Such a sick creature, to feel this way over someone else's torment. She tried to struggle, but his grip was as strong as iron. He held her in place and she felt the sharpness of his fingernails brushing against her skin. At any moment, she feared that he was going to rip her throat out.

'Oh no... please, not like this... not like this...'

"What are you doing in my room, little girl?" he hissed, and she felt his cold lips against her cheekbones. Or at least she thought they were lips. They moved when he spoke, yet there was no breath to accompany them.

She didn't want to open her eyes... didn't want to see those horrifying eyes again. A whimper escaped her and a tear streaked down her face. All the while her heart was thumping harder and faster then ever. A feral growl escape the monster and she felt his grip tighten.

"I asked you a question, little girl. What are you doing here?" he hissed.

The nails were digging in deeper. She felt small pinpoints of pain on her neck and gasped. She entered a state of panic, just for a moment, and began to speak. "Ahh..." she whimpered. "I... I was following-"

His grip tightened and she whimpered again. Another chuckle, and then, "I want you to look at me when you speak."

'No... no, no! I don't want to see his face again...! Not the face of the one who murdered my friends!'

The face that would no doubt haunt her for the rest of her life, should she miraculously escape from all of this. Another sob escaped her and his grip tightened.

"Look at me." he growled. He sounded more impatient than angry or rageful, but it was intimidating enough.

She whimpered again, then opened her brown eyes. Instantly her eyes locked with his and she trembled. Her body shook and her teeth chattered for a moment. That wicked grin was on his face, staring down at her like a spider staring at a trapped fly. Thankfully his grip loosened, only by a little, so she could speak once she could form words.

"Good..." he hissed. "Now, why are you here?"

"I'm only... I only..." she stammered, still shaking as tears streamed down her face. "They said a terrorist was here..." she whimpered. "With hostages... we had to rescue them... and kill the terrorists on sight..."

She hated saying that last line. She knew it was a bad thing to tell him. He leaned his head closer to her and she trembled more, new tears streaming her face as he spoke again.

"Kill me on sight?" he hissed, and she could see his large, sharp teeth nearing her.

'The ones that beheaded Carlos... and fed on Alejandro... oh no...'

"Well now... since I know what your plans were for me..." he hissed. "What should I plan on doing to you?"

Selina trembled when she felt his hand adjust, not leaving her throat, but moving so he could make room for his teeth. A small cry escaped her when she felt those sharp teeth scrape against her neck. When that happened, she was certain that it was the end for her. He would rip her throat out with his teeth like some kind of beast. She didn't like the idea of begging for her life to this creature. As if he had any sort of pity or some sense of mercy inside of him.

Something cold and wet rushed against her throat. It was long and smooth, like the skin of a serpent, but left a trail of cold saliva against her warm skin. It took a moment for her to realize that it was the monster's tongue, and that alone was enough to make her tremble. Once again she struggled for freedom, only to have his hand leave her throat and move to her other shoulder, keeping her pinned against the wall.

The tongue slithered it's way from her throat and moved up towards a sensitive area behind her earlobe. Out of her fear, Selina released a soft moan. It stayed there for a moment, probing against that sensitive area and causing her limbs to tingle before it moved down towards her clavicle. The sharp teeth nibbled lightly on the bone, giving her shivers before he lifted his head.

"You are rather delicious..." he hissed as he looked into her eyes. "And quite a pretty little thing... although..."

Selina watched in horror as his hand moved off of her shoulder. Normally she would have tried to escape, but was too frightened to make a move. His large, gloved hand moved towards her face, the white fabric of his gloves stained red from the blood of her friends, and rested on her cheekbones. The tips of his fingers pressed up then down on her skin, resting on her lower eyelid.

"I do wonder what you would look like without your eyes..."

Her heart thumped harder. His thumbs pushed inwards, slightly at first but gradually adding pressure. He was pushing into her eyes, pressing them not back into the sockets but up towards her brow as if he was trying to pop them. Selina yelped and jerked her body slightly, her hands rushing to grab his wrists only to be stopped by something. She wasn't sure what it was. There was a very dark presence about this creature, and it seemed as if the dark aura around him had stopped her hands from touching him.

'What is he doing...?! What did he do!?'

The pressure increased. She felt the tips of his thumbnails scratching lightly against the whites of her eyes as more tears formed. She was too stunned to scream and too afraid to make anymore drastic movements. But he was taking things horribly slow. Every passing second the pain increased. She felt that any moment her eyes would burst. After a long moment, his hands moved away and she felt her arms dropping to the floor. She gasped hugely and moved her hands to her eyes, breathing heavily and trying desperately not to throw up or faint.

He laughed again. She hated that laughter...

"No, no... I was wrong." he chuckled. "Your eyes are fine just as they are."

She felt his eyes on her. Felt him watching her. She didn't lift her head to see him. She didn't want to see him anymore, all he was doing was reminding her of the terror that had taken place only seconds ago. Selina felt shivers rush up her spine when his hand moved under her chin, cupping it and lifting it to look at him. Her hands wiped away the tears from her eyes and she instantly knew that he wanted her to look at him. The hands moved from her face and she found herself looking back into those horrible red eyes.

"Now..." the monster purred. "Your eyes are just perfect, but..." his nails scratched at her cheek. "Your skin would look all the more lovely when it's covered in blood..."

"Don't!" she gasped before she could stop herself.

He looked surprised at her sudden outburst, but snickered and dragged his nails against her cheeks, causing shallow cuts on the flesh. As the first few layers of skin broke, she felt a slight burn and released another cry. The monster laughed, watching her intensly, smiling at her body's reactions to his touch. A vicious smile formed on his face when he saw tiny beads of blood welding up in those shallow cuts. Although she was trying to squirm and get away, he held her in place, making new scratches, as well as making the existing ones deeper. Selina cried slightly, whimpering when she felt the nails drag through her skin and silently begging for him to stop.

She saw him smiling, and within moments saw his lips part and that long tongue emerge. She tried to pull away, but there was no escape. His tongue lapped at the small amount of blood on her face, causing her to shudder. His head leaned forward, the tongue dragging along her cheeks and licking up every bit of blood, leaving trails of cold saliva against her hot face. She didn't like the feeling. He felt dead, artificial, cold... he really, truly, was a monster.

His cold lips pressed against her cheek bones, lightly nipping at the flesh, careful not to break the skin again. Her back arched slightly and she felt his arms snake around her frame. One of his large hands rested at the small of her back while the other supported the back of her head. The monster pulled away slightly, only to brush his lips against the skin as he moved from her cheekbones to her full, pale lips. Another grin, the look of a predator, and his mouth decended onto hers. And he wasted little time, working his lips against hers, thrusting his tongue into her mouth, scraping his fangs against her bottom lip. She could taste him, smell him...

'He smells like death... he tastes like death...'

Her eyes widened when she realized that she might be tasting the blood of her friends. Tried to resist again, tried to get away, but he still held onto her. His mouth moved against hers with such expertise. Dominant but gentle, lustful, mindnumbing. It was horrifying her how he was manipulating her thoughts and the reactions of her body, turning her horror and insanity into pleasure. She wanted to cry, but could only moan into his kiss. She wanted it to end, yet was craving for more when he showed signs of stopping. So ashamed... she never felt so ashamed before. Here was the man who murdered her friends, and she...

'Is this my fault...? But he's just so much stronger... I can't do anything...'

She felt his nails scraping the back of her head, entangling in her dark hair. The hand at her back was pulling her closer to his cold body. Somehow he had shifted himself so he was resting between her legs, though how they parted and how she allowed it to happen was a mystery to her. For all she knew, his shadows had probably formed into limbs that moved her body to his liking. After a moment, her eyes squeezed close and she winced, feeling him sink his fangs into her lip. His tongue exited her mouth and his head lifted away from hers for a moment, only to eye the wound before suckling on it. She felt the blood rushing out from the wound, much faster then it normally should. He sucked it out of her like a vacuum, relishing the flavor and the taste of the warm life entering him. His tongue rushed across her bottom lip, lapping up the red fluid while his shadows engulfed her body. She could not feel them, but could feel what they were doing to her.

For example, when she felt her jacket sliding off of her and her belt unbuckling, completely on their own, she knew, somehow she knew, that it was all his doing. Even though his hands did not move, even though his body stayed in one place, she knew...

She was laying on the floor, the monster ontop of her, still lapping at the puncture wounds on her bottom lip. Her mind was getting hazy, her vision blurring a bit. Was he killing her? Was she bleeding to death? The wounds were small, but it felt as if he was drinking a great amount of blood. After a long moment, he pulled away from her and she felt his eyes on her once again. The room seemed to be spinning and she felt lightheaded. She was afraid to close her eyes, not wanting to fall asleep and make herself vulnerable, as if she wasn't vulnerable enough. His gloved hand touched her face softly before stroking down the side of her neck. His fingertips brushed towards her clavicle, lightly scratching her skin but being a bit more gentle than before.

Her breathing quickened when she felt his hand slipping into her shirt. The gloved fingertips smoothed across her chest, feeling it rise to meet his hand at a frantic pace. Once again she heard him laugh, once again she tried to get away. Tried to crawl back or squirm out of his grasp, only to be held down. His head lowered onto her chest, nipping at the shirt with his sharp teeth and tugging at it. With a quick jerk of his head, the fabric was ripped and the garment was pulled off completely. He discarded what was left of the shirt and eyed her breasts.

"Hm..." he purred. "A little too small for my tastes, but..." he lowered his head onto her bosom and she shivered at the touch of his cold lips on her warm skin. "I'm sure they're just as enjoyable."

Selina cringed when she felt his tongue against her breast. Shuddered when she felt the tip wriggle it's way through her bra cup and brush against her nipple. A million thoughts rushed through her mind as she felt him pull off her bra and cease her breast with his mouth. She was terrified. As if being ripped apart and eaten was horrifying enough, now he was going to rape her. Have his way with her before doing the unspeakable. The man who butchered her friends was going to take her completely, and she hated him for it. On the other hand, she was beginning to hate herself for this situation. He touched her in places where she hadn't been touched before. Her body's reactions were betraying her thoughts and fears. She enjoyed it when his lips kissed her hardening nipples. A small gasp of pleasure escaped her when his hand trailed down her stomach and slipping into her pants. When she felt his long fingers stroking her nether regions, another moan of euphoria escaped her.

He was being uncharacteristically gentle. His grip on her wasn't as hard as it once had been. Escape would have been easier, but her limbs felt as if they had been turned to mush. His hand continued to stroke and massage between her legs as his shadows discarded her boots and pants. She was having a hard time focusing her eyes, but glanced down, seeing his gloved hand inside of her panties, still fondling her and sending more waves of euphoria and pleasure throuhgout her body. At the same time, his lips kissed across her breasts. His other hand moved towards her petite breast, the fingers probing and groping the tender skin while his thumb brushed around her nipple. Sounds escaped her, her body was warm and aching, begging for something more. Her hips moved up to meet his hand, her chest was heaving, and although her body desired him, wanted him to take her... she couldn't bring herself to fully want it. To want him.

"Please..." she whispered, and his movements halted for a moment.

He lifted his head to look at her. His red eyes were full of desire, but now confusion. He brought his face close to hers. "Please, what?"

She didn't want to look at him but knew it would only anger him. So, she looked him in the eye, despite her terror, and said very desperately, "...Please don't rape me."

At that, he smirked and brought his head closer. His wicked smile was nothing short of predatory. His laughter filled her ears and she squeezed her eyes shut, waiting for the worst. Instead, what she recieved was a kiss on her forehead. Selina gasped slightly, then slowly opened her eyes, to see him smiling down at her.

"I have no intention to rape you." he purred, then smirked. "Nor do I intend on killing you this evening."

Selina's heart buzzed in her ears. It felt as if a huge weight had been lifted off of her shoulders, yet at the same time, she wasn't sure if she should relax so quickly. The vampire rose to his feet, looking down upon her. A million questions rushed to her mind. Why did he do this? Why did he spare her? A thousand more came to mind, yet she couldn't give them words. She was too stunned to speak, too stunned to fully believe him, let alone process his next words.

He was still grinning. Looking her over, as if he was happy to have completely twisted and toyed with her mind until she was on the brink of madness.

"I will not come for you again." he said with a smirk. "However... should you come for me again, I won't be as merciful..."

The last thing she saw was him turning away from her. The last thing she heard was his laughter. Within the next second, so overwhelmed by shock and fear, she blacked out. Within hours, it was daylight. The police were in the room as well as a team of forensic scientists. A medic was present, as well as a coronor, and the scientists were busy taking pictures and looking for evidence. Leaning over her were two men.

"Senorita..." one said. "Are you alright? What did he do to you?"

She realized that she was laying on the blood stained carpet, surrounded by the body bags that contained what was left of her friends, and was almost completely naked. Selina's face paled at her memories as they came rushing back to her.

"I will not come for you again... should you come for me again, I won't be as merciful..."

Her fears and horrors became visible on her face. Nothing but complete and utter shock. Truama. Insanity. And it stayed with her on the way to the hospital.

Even on her way to the asylum, that look of terror did not leave her...

anime.adultfanfiction.net/story.php?no=60004340...

@темы: Fanfiction, Alucard

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Утренний кофе приносит сюрпризы

Это жизненная необходимость читать что-то за завтраком.
Алукард приносит в особняк к Интегре спасенного ребенка:

Интегра поднялась с кресла, когда увидела фигуру Алукарда медленно материализующуюся посреди офиса
- Алукард, мы получили доклад о том, что ....
- Я отложил яйцо, - оповестил ее вампир. Он притянул маленкое, дурно пахнущее создание ближе к своей груди. - Цикл жизни завершен.
Интегра замерла. Она перегнулась через стол, чтобы поближе рассмотреть ребенка. Ей хотелось бы выглядеть более раздраженной, но предательская улыбка уже начала расползаться по ее лицу.
- Алукард, что это? Ты не можешь приносить каждого спасенного тобой человека сюда.
- Чушь! Это мой плод. Теперь я могу снова уползти в океанские глубины на восемьдесят лет.

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оригинал

ntegra stood the moment she saw Alucard materialize. "Alucard, we've received a report that…"
"I laid an egg," Alucard announced, interrupting his master. He hefted the small, smelly creature against his chest. "The circle of life is complete."
Integra paused. Then she planted her fists hips and leaned against her desk. She wanted to looked irritated, but there was a suppressed smirk trailing across her face. "Alucard, what is this? You can't bring home every human you save from the enemy."
"Nonsense, this is my progeny," Alucard said. "Now I shall crawl back to the ocean for eighty years…"

Колетта, как ни странно: www.fanfiction.net/s/5938650/1/Bundle_of_Joy

@темы: Hellsing, Fanfiction

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О вечной жизни

Вот еще одна моя теория, которую мне бы очень хотелось проверить.
Все время задавалась вопросом: почему Алукард каждый раз повторяет, что не существует "бесмертия" "immortality" "вечности" и пр.
И единственное, что мне пришло в голову - что это огрехи перевода - Алукард имеет ввиду не бессмертие как таковое, а именно вечную жизнь(!)
То есть он пытается достучаться до народа, а его каждый раз не понимают. Он говорит мол : если вы становитесь вампиром, то это не вечная жизнь, а смерть, ад и проклятие. Это совершенно другая форма существования.
Вот мне бы очень хотелось узнать мнение тех, кто знает японский.

UPD: Alucard may have abandoned his humanity 523 years ago, but he's still a good Christian at heart.
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запись создана: 02.05.2010 в 20:09

@темы: Hellsing, I dare say...

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Смерть в саду

Малышка death-in-the-orchard устала от "Невинности" и.... внезапно порадовала драбблом Countless_Dead. Нормальный, саркастичный Алукард, никем не изнасилованный, никому не жалущийся на свою тяжкую вампирску долю. Enjoy.
I'm sick...and have been this week but I have to go to school because of STAR testing. Maybe that's why my stories have been so...sick...like mentally... 0_0. Yes the recent topic has been insanity and I will stick by my claim that I am not insane...for the most part...please enjoy. _'
"Я болею всю неделю, но мне все равно приходится ходить в школу, потому что приближаются экзамены.Может быть, поэтому мою творчество тоже болеет...вроде как О_О Да, помнится мы разговаривали о безумии, так вот я убедительно заявляю, что вполне здорова...нуу..по большей части"
Oh the sorrow as the innocence fades
killing the child
altering the relation of love
the parent shall watch, pained and saddened
Innocence is the forgotten
the forgotten is no more
stealing the innocence
It creates the darker being of man.
Though this is not the end of the life
It persists through the darkness

А

это

"Мне больно смотреть как
Вместе с детством
Уходит невинность
И память о том
Что такое любовь
Тьма пожирает
душу ребенка
Крадя невинность
Делясь темнотой"
- мой хилый экспромт, то бишь попытка перевода

Хотя перевод по идее должен звучать

так

Куда уходит детство, в какие города,
И где найти нам средство,
Чтоб вновь попасть туда.
Оно уйдёт неслышно,
Пока весь город спит,
И писем не напишет,
И вряд ли позвонит.

И зимой, и летом
Небывалых ждать чудес
Будет детство где-то, но не здесь.
И в сугробах белых,
И по лужам у ручья
Будет кто-то бегать, но не я.

@темы: Fanfiction

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Гроб Алукарда

Знаете, какая мысль меня мучает последнее время. Давно ее думаю, но как то все забываю высказать. У меня почему-то очень стойко проассоциировалось это кресло, в котором спит Алукард с его гробом. Я знаю это тупо, но меня посетила мысль, что это каким-то образом "трансформировавшийся" гроб и есть. И мне даже кажется, что я на какой-то картинке видела надпись на кресле про птицу Гермеса и глазик. Ведь не спроста же это?

@темы: I dare say..., Alucard