Просьба ко всем ПЧ

Англоговорящим и неговорящим XD Второй день ломаю голову.
Пожалуйста, придумайте мне ( так, чтобы можно было перевести на английский) название романа ужасов. Так, чтобы по названию можно было понять, что роман смутно популярен, там много крови и что он такой..второсортный, вроде дешевого детективчика.
В оригинале называется он - "Застава".
А нужно что-то вроде "Дом крови", "Ужас в деревне"..
UPD: Пресловутый диалог
- Не может быть! - воскликнул он, почувствовав, что молчание несколько затянулось. - Но как же ты догадалась?!
Интегра слегка наклонила голову, скромно признавая справедливость его изумленного восхищения.
- Это было несложно. Я прочитала роман ужасов "Застава"...
Алукард посмотрел на нее с интересом. Он тоже читал роман "Застава".
- Дитя, а Уолтер знает, какие книжки ты читаешь?
- Называй меня "Хозяин"!
- Так знает или нет?
- Нет, - ответила Интегра раздраженно. - И не узнает, если кто-то не начнет трепаться. Так вот, я прочитала "Заставу", а там монстр выдавал себя за вампира и представлялся именем, развернутым задом наперед. Это называется анаграмма, - произнесение нового слова явно доставляло ей удовольствие. - И, как только я об этом прочитала, сразу поняла, что твое имя мне что-то напоминает...

@темы: Translations

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Gentelmen prefer brunets

Не ожидали такого пейринга? Я сама не ожидала. Видимо Алукард/Максвелл оказался для меня недостаточно редким и я решила закинковаться на пейринге, к которому фиков нет вообще (

Gentelmen prefer brunets by ~AlexChatte on deviantART

@музыка: Some say the devil is dead

@темы: Leashed Darkness, Abraham/Alucard, yaoi, Art, Alucard

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Some say the Devil is dead

Some say the Devil is dead
More say he rose again and joined the British army

Многие видели наверняка вот эту картинку, а точнее обоину, посвященную Алукарду:

Some Say the Devil is Dead by ~ka-mainari on deviantART
Но немногие возможно слышали эту чрезвычайно навязчивую и забавную
фолк-песенку текст которой послужил заговком к этой обоине.
Собственно текст:
Some say the devil is dead, the devil is dead, the devil is dead
Some say the devil is dead, and buried in Killarney
More say he rose again, more say he rose again
More say he rose again and joined the British Army

Feed the pigs and milk the cow, and milk the cow, and milk the cow
Feed the pigs and milk the cow, early in the morning
Cock your leg, oh Paddy dear, Paddy dear Im over here
Cock your leg, oh Paddy dear, its time to stop your yawning

Some say the devil is dead, the devil is dead, the devil is dead
Some say the devil is dead, and buried in Killarney
More say he rose again, more say he rose again
More say he rose again and joined the British Army

Katie she is tall and thin, shes tall and thin, and tall and thin
Katie she is tall and thin, and like her drops of brandy
Drinks it in the bed each night, drinks it in the bed each night
Drinks it in the bed each night, it makes her nice and randy

Some say the devil is dead, the devil is dead, the devil is dead
Some say the devil is dead, and buried in Killarney
More say he rose again, more say he rose again
More say he rose again and joined the British Army

The wife she has the hairy thing, a hairy thing, a hairy thing
The wife she has the hairy thing, she showed it to me on Sunday
She bought it in the furriers shop, bought it in the furriers shop
She bought it in the furrierss shop, its going back on Monday

Some say the devil is dead, the devil is dead, the devil is dead
Some say the devil is dead, and buried in Killarney
More say he rose again, more say he rose again
More say he rose again and joined the British Army

My ones over six feet tall, six feet tall, six feet tall
My ones over six feet tall, she likes the sugar candy
Goes to bed at six oclock, goes to bed at six oclock
Goes to bed at six oclock, shes lazy, fat and dandy

Some say the devil is dead, the devil is dead, the devil is dead
Some say the devil is dead, and buried in Killarney
More say he rose again, more say he rose again
More say he rose again and joined the British Army

Клип бы получился смешной

@темы: Humor, Alucard

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Я устал

Что-то мне так хреновато....И спать охота. Меня активно зовут на море, а я как подумаю о горячем песке, горячем солнце, горячем воздухе и мерзопакостнейшей холодной морской воде, как мне хочется, чтобы меня убили каким-то более гуманным способом. В прошлый раз, кстати, мое тело отреагировало аллергией на солнечный свет. Мне уже пора пить кровь? Ну действительно, надо с сырого мяса переходить на более питательные продукты.
Вчера до часу ночи безуспешно училась рендерить. Не научилась, но здание в 3D наваяла. Какое же оно страшное!
Посоветуте мне, пожалуйста чего-нибудь почитать на выходные. Нэ? ( Потому как я дочитала Dutchess Raven >< Я согласна на ГП. Только если в Хеллсинге я в основном вполне терпимый гетеросексуал, то вот из ГП отчетливо помню только Снарри. Сам слеш как таковой меня в данный момент не интересует, то бишь рейтинг значения не имеет. Еще бы с удовольствием почитала ОСных фиков про Снейпа, так как отчетливо помню хорошие истории про маггловских товарищей.

Жаль, потеряла запись из избранного, но звучал пост так:
Самый высокий уровень гомосексуализма среди животных усамцов летучих мышей (с)
Комментарии:
- Бедный Бетмен! Кто-то должен ему сказать.
- Да ладно, Бетти-то добрый, он простит...Но кто скажет Дракуле?

Немного демотиваторов

@темы: Real life

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Закрытая запись, не предназначенная для публичного просмотра

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Lily Allen -The Fear

Случайно наткнулась на эту песню у себя на диске и заново влюбилась ^_^ Какая няшка.

Фото

Lily Allen -The Fear

Текст песни

Lily Allen -The Fear

I want to be rich and I want lots of money
I don’t care about clever I don’t care about funny
I want loads of clothes and f***loads of diamonds
I heard people die while they are trying to find them

I’ll take my clothes off and it will be shameless
‘Cuz everyone knows that’s how you get famous
I’ll look at the sun and I’ll look in the mirror
I’m on the right track yeah I’m on to a winner

I don’t know what’s right and what’s real anymore
I don’t know how I’m meant to feel anymore
When we think it will all become clear
‘Cuz I’m being taken over by The Fear

Life’s about film stars and less about mothers
It’s all about fast cars and passing each other
But it doesn’t matter cause I’m packing plastic
and that’s what makes my life so f***ing fantastic

And I am a weapon of massive consumption
and its not my fault it’s how I’m program to function
I’ll look at the sun and I’ll look in the mirror
I’m on the right track yeah I’m on to a winner

I don’t know what’s right and what’s real anymore
I don’t know how I’m meant to feel anymore
When we think it will all become clear
‘Cuz I’m being taken over by The Fear

Forget about guns and forget ammunition
Cause I’m killing them all on my own little mission
Now I’m not a saint but I’m not a sinner
Now everything is cool as long as I’m getting thinner

I don’t know what’s right and what’s real anymore
I don’t know how I’m meant to feel anymore
When we think it will all become clear
‘Cause I’m being taken over by fear

Перевод

Перевод песни The Fear

Я хочу быть богатой, хочу много денег,
Меня не интересует наличие интеллекта и чувства юмора.
Мне нужны гардеробы, набитые одеждой, и горы бриллиантов, —
Я слышала, что некоторые умирают, отправившись на их поиски.

Я разденусь донага и не почувствую при этом стыда,
Ведь все знают, что так становятся знаменитыми.
Я буду смотреть на солнце и на своё отражение в зеркале —
Я на правильном пути, да, я стану победительницей!

Я уже не знаю, что истинно и что реально...
Не знаю, что я должна буду чувствовать,
Когда, по-нашему, всё прояснится,
Ведь мной овладел страх...

В большей степени жизнь — это кинозвёзды, а в меньшей — матери,
Жизнь — это автогонки, где все стремятся обойти друг друга.
Но это не имеет значения, потому что я вся ненастоящая,
И именно это делает мою жизнь просто потрясающей!

Я — оружие массового потребления,
И в этом нет моей вины, я запрограммирована для этой функции.
Я буду смотреть на солнце и на своё отражение в зеркале —
Я на правильном пути, да, я стану победительницей!

Я уже не знаю, что истинно и что реально...
Не знаю, что я должна буду чувствовать,
Когда, по-нашему, всё прояснится,
Ведь мной овладел страх...

Забудьте об оружии и аммуниции,
Потому что я убиваю их всех, выполняя свою скромную миссию.
Теперь я не святая, но и не грешница,
И у меня всё супер, пока я планомерно теряю вес.

Я уже не знаю, что истинно и что реально...
Не знаю, что я должна буду чувствовать,
Когда, по-нашему, всё прояснится,
Ведь мной овладел страх...
Опасение

Я хочу быть богатой, хочу много денег,
Меня не интересует наличие интеллекта и чувства юмора.
Мне нужны гардеробы, набитые одеждой, и горы бриллиантов, —
Я слышала, что некоторые умирают, отправившись на их поиски.

Я разденусь донага и не почувствую при этом стыда,
Ведь все знают, что так становятся знаменитыми.
Я буду смотреть на солнце и на своё отражение в зеркале —
Я на правильном пути, да, я стану победительницей!

Я уже не знаю, что истинно и что реально...
Не знаю, что я должна буду чувствовать,
Когда, по-нашему, всё прояснится,
Ведь мной овладел страх...

В большей степени жизнь — это кинозвёзды, а в меньшей — матери,
Жизнь — это автогонки, где все стремятся обойти друг друга.
Но это не имеет значения, потому что я вся ненастоящая,
И именно это делает мою жизнь просто потрясающей!

Я — оружие массового потребления,
И в этом нет моей вины, я запрограммирована для этой функции.
Я буду смотреть на солнце и на своё отражение в зеркале —
Я на правильном пути, да, я стану победительницей!

Я уже не знаю, что истинно и что реально...
Не знаю, что я должна буду чувствовать,
Когда, по-нашему, всё прояснится,
Ведь мной овладел страх...

Забудьте об оружии и аммуниции,
Потому что я убиваю их всех, выполняя свою скромную миссию.
Теперь я не святая, но и не грешница,
И у меня всё супер, пока я планомерно теряю вес.

Я уже не знаю, что истинно и что реально...
Не знаю, что я должна буду чувствовать,
Когда, по-нашему, всё прояснится,
Ведь мной овладел страх...

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Хеллсинг как организация

Мелисса спровоцировала меня все-таки на этот пост.
Так как я в своем фаноне стараюсь героев и логику их поведения максимально пиблизить к реальной жизни, мне чертовски не хватает деталей по работе самой организации Хеллсинг, да и фанатам, судя по всему, тоже. В большинстве фков пишут такую хренотеть, что временами хочется плюнуть в экран, но я лишь со вздохом закрываю вкладку браузера: Уолтер, который внезапно начинает готовить для всего батальона, Алукард, пользующий местных жителей...брр..да много всего, сразу и не вспомнишь -90% фиков я отбрасываю еще на стадии саммари.
Итак, по моим соображения:

Во-первых

Во-первых, организация Хеллсинг находится под контролем Ордена королевских простестантских рыцарей, главой ордена (сувереном) является королева Великобритании, все назначения внутри Ордена проходят через нее, леди Хеллсинг - единственная из рыцарей в самой организации Хеллсинг, занимает в Ордене далеко не ведущую должность, она - исполнитель, солдат. Остальные члены Ордена ( если принять за аксиому то, что Орден создан исключительно для борьбы с нежитью), занимаются фнансовым обеспечением организаци, взаимодействием со средствами массовой информации, вооружением, взаимодействием с разведовательными (национальными и международными) службами, полицией, армией и пр. Для Членов Ордена основная специализация это не дела самого Ордена, их основные обязанности лежат в государственной сфере - скорее всего это лица, занимающие центральные должости на важных государственных постах, главы министерств и ведомств. Т.о. передача права членства в Ордене происходит не по семейной линии ( за исключением Хеллсингов), а в соответствии с занимаемым постом. Помимо этого в Ордене скорее всего состоят пара человек из королевкой семьи, либо приближенные к ним- кто-то из герцогов, пэров (или кто там в Англии, я не помню), скорее всего будут присутствовать лица из духовенства. Кто-то из церковного "топ-менеджмента". Во-первых, потому что так надо, во-вторых потому что священники приходов иногда обладают интересной информацией о своих прихожанах, знают свою паству и в конце концов, куда вы пойдете, если вдру увидете вампира? Не в милицию же?

Во-вторых,

Во-вторых, в самой организации должна существовать своя система управления. Очевидно, что леди Хеллсинг, глава организации, обладает больше представительскими функциями. Она - связующее звено между своей организацией и Орденом. Думаю обязанностей у нее до хрена и больше, учитывая специфику работы. У нее есть "ассистент руководителя", а также телохранитель -Уолтер, на людях выполняющий обязанности дворецкого. Помимо этого должен существовать военный руководитель, типа Фергюссона в аниме, управляющий по дому, заведующий непосредственно бытовыми делами, и (вот это самое любопытное) начальник оперативно-розыскного подразделения с самим таки этим подразделением, так как кто-то должен осуществлять поиск и вычисление вампиров, сортировку информации, предоставляемой полицией , желтой прессы и прочих источников информации, сбором улик, составлением вампирской катотеки и пр.(эх, какие детективные романы можно по Хеллу писать!), также считаю обязательным наличие научной лаборатории, либо находящейся в особняке (что, кстати вряд ли), либо работающей под госслужбами, но и для Хеллсинга тоже.
Пока все. Если чего еще припомню из моих бредовых фантазий - напишу.

@темы: Hellsing, I dare say...

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Death-in-the-orchard

Мне кажется она начала что-то курить..
www.fanfiction.net/s/6006863/1/Devour_the_Dead
Я не могу это читать. Да, давайте не изнасилуем Алукарда, давайте его сожрем. >_<

UPD Настоятельно НЕ рекомендую читать Take my sanity (дальше первой главы), и боже вас упаси браться за Careless enemy.
Убейте меня. Я-то это прочла >_<

P.S. Да, я наконец то смогла выйти в дайри. Слава сыру.

запись создана: 29.05.2010 в 22:39

@темы: Fanfiction, Alucard

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Цитатник

Заведу я себе пост для цитат, а то совать их некуда и записывать негде, а хочется.

A good friend will help you move, A REALLY good friend will help you move a body

Невозможно касаться изменённого сознания и не измениться самому...

"...на лице которого была написана безграничная исполнительность и полное отсутствие личных убеждений"

Don’t worry, it’s just blood.

How long a minute is depends on what side of the bathroom door you’re on.

Despite the rising costs of living, it remains a popular activity.

We’re not lost. I’m just not quite sure where we are.

Обсуждение на Хабре аномалии моста в Волгограде:
ххх: Причина явления? Реклама нового Adobe After Effects CS5
Может и были колебания, но то что на видео когда мост показывают сбоку явный фейк.
ууу: Лол, я по нему ехал в тот момент когда он раскачиваться начал. Нехилые эффекты у нового Adobe After Effects CS5 я вам скажу.


I didn’t escape from the mental ward! Those sirens are a complete coincidence!

You don’t have a soul. You are a soul. You have a body. - C.S. Lewis

Vol4en0k: печальный парадокс студенческой жизни: учить надо - лень не позволяет, спать лечь - совесть
Vol4en0k: сижу, жру...


Antonio: зато у него офис прям на москве-реке на воробъевых горах)
Antonio: из окна, если ты корош в прыжках с шестом, можно с легкостью прыгнуть в воду
Дмитрий: Это явный плюс при проверке из налоговой
Дмитрий: А еще можно уволиться с шиком

jf: у меня брат из Сербии вернулся
jf: гулял по горам и посещал какие-то известные монастыри (там можно остановиться бесплатно)
jf: показывает закрытый конверт "От настоятеля монастыря Псевжины (на самом деле не помню какого..) архимандриту **скому **еву"
jf: говорит, решил квесты за клериков повыполнять, пока доверили письмо отвезти

@темы: Цитатник

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ТВЛ

Закончился. Участник из меня хреновый получился, но это, в общем, было предсказуемо. Организаторы често заслуживают ордена. Мой капитан отдельный большой красивый орден. Потому что победа Миллениума чуть менее чем полностью заслуга двух человек. У Урусай появился планшет, и это я считаю событием фендомовского масштаба, потому что такого талантливого и перспективного фанартера у Хеллсинга давно не было. Жду на Девианте. Буду первым "вотчером". Очень рада, что познакомилась с Дорианой, и мне жутко хочется, чтобы она еще что-нибудь написала по Хеллу, потому как талантище.
Спасибо, огромное спасибо всем, кто писал, рисовал, бетил в этом конкурсе. Всем командам. Молодцы.

@темы: Hellsing

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Дважды дипломированный идиот

Поздравьте меня! Теперь у меня есть две корочки для того, чтобы раздувать угли под шашлыками. Гы.
Теперь, наконец, можно заняться действительно серьезными вещами: рисовать, переводить. Кстати, о птичках. Один фик у меня на примете есть - я начну с него, но как вы думаете, что мне перевести в ближайшее время?

Вопрос: Фик для перевода

1. Take My Sanity - Абрахам и Алукард		4	(36.36%)
2. Bedlam - бразильский инцидент глазами девушки из SWAT		3	(27.27%)
3. The Tea Which Was Not Drunk - скромный лоликон Алукард/Юная Интегра		0	(0%)
4. Calculations of Worth - Интегра пытается покончить с собой		1	(9.09%)
5. Welcome Home - опять лоликон, опять без секаса		0	(0%)
6. НЦ -порнушка от SuckUBusJ - Saint Alucard		1	(9.09%)
7. The Low Road -Интегра глазами Алукарда и их перспективы		2	(18.18%)
Всего:		11 Всего проголосовало: 9

@темы: Translations, Hellsing, Mine, Real life

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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