Eric Harker (
ericharker) wrote2012-11-11 06:16 pm
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Wicked Disaster [Eric x Alucard] NSFW
Title: Wicked Disaster - NSFW
Characters: Alucard [Hellsing] and Eric Harker [OC]
Setting: Hellsing
Disclaimer: Don't own it... don't pretend to... just like playing in the world
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Blood. It consumed his senses. His eyelids fluttered open slowly. The echos of the dead and dying were all around him. Crimson streaks ran down his face, his still human heart raced. Something had hit him, or was it the floor? Pain racked his body as he forced himself up to a stand. Then there wa fire. Bright, warm, oddly welcoming, yet deadly. He was dying, and for the briefest of moments he considered letting the flames consume him...
No. That meant giving up.
He turned, coming around a corner of the partially collapsed house to run headlong into a tall ominous figure. As he met the gleaming orbs of the vampire, he just grinned. Vampire before him, flames at his back. Fate, it seemed, was not always kind.
Characters: Alucard [Hellsing] and Eric Harker [OC]
Setting: Hellsing
Disclaimer: Don't own it... don't pretend to... just like playing in the world
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Blood. It consumed his senses. His eyelids fluttered open slowly. The echos of the dead and dying were all around him. Crimson streaks ran down his face, his still human heart raced. Something had hit him, or was it the floor? Pain racked his body as he forced himself up to a stand. Then there wa fire. Bright, warm, oddly welcoming, yet deadly. He was dying, and for the briefest of moments he considered letting the flames consume him...
No. That meant giving up.
He turned, coming around a corner of the partially collapsed house to run headlong into a tall ominous figure. As he met the gleaming orbs of the vampire, he just grinned. Vampire before him, flames at his back. Fate, it seemed, was not always kind.
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Should his fingers actually curl around that sought out metal, he'd try to pull the weapon free of its confines, but it was far too heavy for most mortals to handle, let alone a wounded one. Yet with all his remaining strength he tried to lift the gun, his face turning red, the room spinning around him. Death held him, now should death want to keep him?
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Or -
"Death? Is that what you seek human?"