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No. This really couldn't be.
His eyes had to be playing tricks on him! Something other than this, anything but this. But alas reality had come, and reality was right in front of him. A small white and pink stick, the cheap kind from some downtown London pharmacy. The little screen showed two little grey lines, or was it one? Perhaps his eyes were playing tricks on him? He felt foolish in confiding in anyone but himself. Oh God, what if this wasn't a false alarm? What would his master think? Or even say? How could he even move on like nothing happened? Like that stupid night never happened! Alucard set the test down, swirling a cup of blood in his gloved hand. He downed the rest of the crimson liquid, crushing the glass in silent anger. How dare he do this, how dare he act so foolish!
As if seeking some comfort, his other hand clutched his stomach. Life. Life swirled inside, like the blood in the wine glass. The consequences of his actions came crashing down like waves against the sandy banks of shorelines far away from here. Anywhere that wasn't the truth, that wasn't reality. Anything to distract him from the life that lingered inside.
How ironic, a creature of death carrying life.
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“And WHAT would be the meaning of this?!” Integra slammed a positive pregnancy test onto her desk, her eyes never leaving the vampire’s towering form. “I allow you grace this one time, and you decide to spit on it!”
Alucard said nothing, instead letting a wide smile creep on his face. It couldn’t be his, no way in hell he was that clumsy and foolish. Where did she get it from? It wasn’t like Integra to suddenly search his room for no good reason at all, and Alucard was careful enough to immediately dispose of the tests at first chance.
“It’s not Seras, I already asked.” she added, teeth clenched in anger and frustration. “Either you have testicular cancer or you’re hiding something from me.”
In the corner of his eye, he sensed the butler lurking. Despite his new vampiric abilities, Integra still kept him as an ordinary butler. None of them liked thinking about what happened, especially Walter himself.
“And how do we know it isn’t Walter’s? If I recall, he’s seemed a little bloated lately.” The vampire grinned, his fangs glimmering in the moonlight. “Have you asked him?”
“Walter is too responsible for such a mistake.” Integra hissed, spit flying from her teeth. “And he isn’t my trump card, YOU are!”
“All I can say is that it’s not mine.”
“And if it is.” She finally regained her composure, lighting up another cigar, “Who’s the father?”
“What?”
“Who is your baby daddy!?”
Alucard shrugged, “It’s not mine.”
“This is an order! Who’s your daddy!?”
Integra gripped the nearest thing, which happened to be her desk lamp. She aimed it towards Alucard’s face, chucking it in his direction. The lamp shattered and cut his cheek, healing quickly afterwards. Even so, it knocked him to his knees.
Now he really had no choice. Orders were orders, after all. He knelt with shame, nearly flinching as his master approached with malice and rage. She towered right above him, awaiting an answer.
“Master…I apologize.” he gave a little bow, but was immediately taken aback as she delivered a harsh kick to his stomach. The kick knocked him to the floor, causing him to cough in pain and worry. “If you’ll let me…”
Integra let out a scream of anger and kicked him again, this time harder. “WHO’S YOUR DADDY!?”
“I…I believe it might be Father Alexander Anderson, master.” he confessed, biting his lips with those sharp fangs.
“THAT ISCARIOT!!??”
He nodded, flinching at her words, “Yes master.”
THUMP!
Another kick delivered to his womb, the womb that flourished with disgraceful life. His hand clutched his stomach subconsciously, his teeth clenched in fear and motherly instincts.
“I want that thing GONE, got it?!” she finally said, turning to face the window. “Now get out of here, I don’t even want to look at you right now!”
“Yes master.” Alucard stood, his hand never leaving his stomach. He hung his head low in shame, like a helpless puppy that just got kicked by its mean and broody owner.
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“Come on, Seras, just push me down the stairs,”
“No, Master, I couldn’t possibly-”
“Push me down the fucking stairs or get a metal hanger.”
Seras dropped to her knees, tears falling from her blue orbs as her hands clutched onto Alucard’s shirt, pressing her face to his barely-bloated stomach, listening to the non-existent heartbeat of the clump of cells that floated mindlessly within his man womb.
“It’s still a living thing, Master! Please, bear the child! I couldn’t possibly assist you in an abortion!”
“Push me down the stairs before I drink so much I shit the child out myself,”
“No, Master!”
With a pitiful, weak sob, Seras stood to her full stature which was like 4’2 because she’s short as fuck idk and I’m too lazy to google her height, pressing her hands onto Alucard’s back as they stood at the top of the stairwell,
THUMP!
THUMP!
THUMP!
THUMP!
THUMP!
THUMP!
THUMP!
THUMP!
THUMP!
THUMP!
THUMP!
As Alucard tumbled down the stairs like an ugly tumbleweed, he let out a weak groan as he fell to the bottom, curling into himself like a deformed and ugly ass shrimp, yet the shrimp was prettier then he was.
And there it was- a kick?
A soft gasp escaped Alucard’s lips, his hands that were more commonly used for holding fat balls instead of caressing baby bumps landed on his stomach, feeling the new and strange sensation of the child gently kicking against his womb. Or maybe it was just phantom sensations from the muscle memory of Anderson’s cock that wrapped around the sun seven times shoved within his womb.
“My child…it’s still alive,” Alucard softly gasped out- he had made the decision after feeling the sensation of his unborn child conscious within him- he would keep and bear the child, and give Anderson a child. He would lie to his master if he so must- but his mind was made up.
He was still going to drink, though. He didn’t care about the child THAT much.