“I do.” I moved next to him as fear slowly began to crawl through me.
Before I could react, a dark energy crashed into the shop, shattering the remaining jars on the shelves, sending books and shards of glass flying. I screamed, covering my face and dropping to the ground. My heart raced as I spun around, ready to face whatever the hell just came through my door. But Hellsing was already moving.
Grabbing me by the arm, he pulled me toward the back of the shop. "Get behind me," he growled, his voice low and deadly.
I resisted for a second, but the look in his eyes made my stomach drop. His usual smugness was gone, and it was replaced with something fierce and protective.
"What the hell is happening?" I demanded, panic rising in my chest.
"I don't know yet," he muttered, his eyes scanning the room. And then, just like that, his body buckled, stumbling forwardas if something invisible struck him. He dropped to his knees, breathing hard, and when he looked up at me, his bright blue eyes were wide with pain. But it was the fear in them that stopped me cold.
I knelt beside him, my heart hammering in my chest as I slid my hands over his face. "Hellsing, what's wrong? What’s going on?"
He gritted his teeth, his voice strained, and only one word escaped his lips.
"Run."
HELLSING
The shop spun around me, shadows blurring into a dizzying, dark whirl as a dark familiar presence clawed its way through my mind, sending sharp strikes of pain that felt like jagged knives digging into my eyes. Its laughter slithered through my skull, a sick, vile echo.
“Ahh, Hellsing. It’s been too long,” Bael purred, the demon’s voice dripped with sick amusement. “Did you miss me? I missed you.”
“Fuck you,” I cursed, squeezing Grace’s hands and trying to make out her features as my eyes glazed over, the white film turning her into a ghostly shadow.
“Is that how you greet an old friend? Maybe I should remind you of who you are speaking too,” a sharp shrill sound echoed through my head, and I grabbed my ears, feeling blood seep through my fingers as my eardrums burst. I screamed and, in the background, I could feel Grace’s hands covering mine.
“Get the fuck out of my head,” I gritted out, my fingers clawing at the floorboards, but I could feel him sinking deeper, sinking his fangs right into my mind.
“Oh, Peter, but you led me here,” he sneered, his voice twisting with mocking gratitude. “And now? Now you’ve brought me to someone… very special.”
My body seized up as images flooded my mind, vile scenes dripping with his malicious intent.Grace.His words painted her like she was nothing more than his prey. A piece of meat he was waiting to sink his teeth into. He sent images of her naked, writhing in the air, her breasts heavy and full. She was sinful, and beautiful, and my body was forced to react.
“Virgil’s daughter,” he murmured, almost reverent. “That dark lush hair, that body. She looks… delicious,” he hissed, slithering his tongue out like a snake. “Maybe you can sink your cock into her as I fill her soul.”
“You will not touch her,” my voice came out weaker than I intended, but his presence was consuming, and it tightened, pulsing hot and cruel in my chest.
“Can’t deny it, can you?” Bael cooed, his voice slinking lower, dripping with perversion. “You want her. You always have.” A scene of hot bodies fucking wildly flashed through my mind, instantly followed by blood, so much blood. Covering both out naked forms.
“Stop!” I yelled, sliding my head down onto the floorboards, trying to steady my breathing.
“You can feel that heat, that need, can’t you, Peter? We’re the same, you and I. She’s ripe for the taking.” His tone turned darker, like a twisted caress. “I’d make her scream for us. And she’d beg, ohh, how she would beg for mercy.”
“Shut the fuck up,” I snarled, but even as I fought him, his words festered, stoking a fire I couldn’t put out. I could feel my body’s betrayal, the shame creeping up my spine. Bael chuckled, reveling in every second of it.
“You feel it, Hellsing. That heat, that hunger.” His laugh was a vile tremor in my ear, and it only grew sharper, darker. “She’dwrithe beneath me, and you’d be there to watch it all, helpless. You want to protect her?” His hand reached down between my legs, and I grunted as it squeezed around my traitorous dick. “Then why are you so hard, Peter? Why are you so ready to let me take her?”
My fists clenched, and I fought the flood of arousal, his darkness stirred up in me. The bastard fed off my lust, twisting it, molding it into something disgusting and perverse.
“You’re nothing but filth,” I growled, but even my own voice was shaking, teetering on the edge of losing control.
“Filth, am I?” he sneered. “Then what does that makeyou? There’s a reason you belong in hell, Hellsing. You’re just like me. Weak, twisted. I can feel it in your blood. You want this… you wanther.”
“You’re nothing, even Lucifer doesn’t want you.”
Bael screamed in my head, a wail of terror so profound, it doubled me over in pain. A flicker of movement broke through the darkness. Grace knelt in front of me, worry etched across her beautiful face. Her hands found my cheeks, grounding me for a moment in the whirlwind of the hell Bael had thrown me into.
“Peter, what’s wrong?” she whispered, her voice soft but firm. “Tell me what’s happening. What do you see?”
