Disclaimer: I own Hellsing! It’s all mine! Mine! I tell you! maw ha, ha

 

Lawyers: *growl*

 

Light: alright calm down already sheesh, Hellsing is not mine neither is the poetry of William Blake, yeah like I’m old enough to own that ha, ha.  

 

Alucard: you look it

 

Light: *ignoring muse* don’t know where this came from . . . well actually I do, reading William Blake ‘songs of innocence and experience’ and playing far to much legacy of Kain.

 

WARNING: this fic has comments on the Christian faith. What is said is just one view point, not mine its just something I came up with that fitted this fic. Do not be offended.  

 

Chapter six. Sleeping at my feet.

 

He felt his eyes droop, unable to keep them fully open any longer. Sleep wrapped her velvet arms gently around his shoulders making them to heavy to hold, he could feel himself slumping forwards and eventually he almost collapsed, leaning on his desk. His papers crumpled beneath his cheek as he settled his head on them, sleep covered him almost completely and kissed his eyelids completely closed.   

 

Van Helsing jerked up sharply; a yawn escaped him seconds later.

 

He hated nights like this, nights where he felt so tired he could sleep on a bed of nails. Yet come daylight and he would suddenly awaken, raring to go as it were, unable to sleep. Unfortunately these sleepless days were catching up on him and affecting his work.

 

He stood listening to the legs of his chair scrape over the carpeted floor as he did so. He needed something to wake him up, a walk and some fresh air, fresh, heavy air from the summer night out side. He nodded to himself and began waking. The corridors were all lit and occasionally he would bump into a man or two scurrying back and forth with paper work, keeping his records up to date. He smiled a little wider ‘scurrying mindless minions’ his pet had called them.

 

Opening the glass doors in the dinning room he emerged into the moonlit garden, the moon bright enough for him to see by. He yawned again, hating how tired he felt yet this could not be helped, they needed the daylight to hunt the more dangerous monsters and catch them sleeping so he was awake during daylight hours. But the majority of un-dead were most active at night and so he had to become a nocturnal man as well.

 

He stopped and snorted suddenly, as always the exception to the rule, his un-dead lay sleeping under the cherry tree.

 

He paused and watched the sleeping vampire for a moment, Alucard had stretched out on his front, usual red duster not present in the summer heat, his head buried in his arms, glowing red eyes closed. Helsing would never verbally admit it but he quiet liked the way his vampire’s eyes seemed to smoulder beneath his lashes it reminded him of ‘The Tiger’

 

“Tiger, Tiger burning bright, in the forest of the night” Helsing whispered walking slowly towards his pet “What immortal hand or eye could frame thy fearful symmetry?” 

 

He walked over to the tree and stood over Alucard, looking down. He removed his own coat and wiped his forehead, this heat was really starting to get to him, and maybe it was why he wasn’t sleeping. He cast his mind back, he remembered the snow covered mountains, the wolves that had hunted in that wasteland, the way his vampire had seemed to belong there, fit there almost like the last piece of a puzzle clicking into place and he had to wonder did Alucard miss it. Did he miss the wolves, the wild trees or the snow, did this heat aggravate him? Was that why he slept now?

 

“In what distant deeps or skies burnt the fire of thine eyes?” he continued leaning against the tree “On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare seize the fire?”

 

He smiled and wondered to himself if Blake had written with them in mind, but how could he have, it was a ridiculous thought but then why did this poem fit him and his pet so well.

 

“And what shoulder? And what art, Could twist the sinews of thy heart? And when thy heart began to beat, what dread hand? And what dread feet?”

 

he glance again to the monster that now slept at his feet and saw the small amount of dry blood on his arm, no tear in the thin cloth of his shirt though, the blood was not his. Van Helsing frowned for a moment, the fight that had taken place earlier that night had been a simple one and had only used the human arms. He shrugged maybe the blood was older than that.

 

“What the hammer? What the chain? In what furnace was thy brain? What . . . ” he paused as the monster made a quiet groan and moved a little, his hair longer than it had been earlier this evening swept across his back like a single wing. A one winged daemon. 

 

 “What the anvil? What dread grasp dare its deadly terrors clasp” Helsing spoke louder now, hoping to awaken the monster, however the monster did not want to wake and simply slept on.

 

“When the stars threw down their spears, and watered heaven with their tears did he smile his work to see? Did he who . . .” he stopped and thought a moment confusion eating at him

 

“Did he who made the lame make . . .  thee?”

 

a louder muffled moan alerted him to the wakeful state of his monster and he looked down, Alucard was glaring up at him, he was not surprised this time at how his pet managed to look regal stretched out on the grass, he’d seen him appear regal hanging upside down from a tree, trying to perform a handstand, that had been amusing. He never had a problem looking regal in any position.

 

“I was sleeping” the vampire muttered

 

“I know you were” Helsing retorted

 

“Just because your restless of late doesn’t mean we all are” this was backed up by a yawn displaying fangs as well as fatigue, Helsing smirked

 

“Watch it, I might fall in” he sniggered

 

“You’re in a merry mood this evening” Alucard snapped ignoring the jibe, settling his head back on his arms, “go and be merry else where human”

 

“I wish to speak with you monster” Helsing stated sitting down on the grass, his back leaning on the tree.

 

“About” Alucard asked his voice muffled by his shirt sleeve

 

“Blake do you . . .” he was interrupted

 

“No” Alucard snapped rising up onto his elbows “I do not think Blake wrote with the likes of us in mind, unless, do you suppose he got into his little time machine that he kept in his broom cupboard and hoped forward a century and sat in this very tree watching us scribbling away”

 

“I wasn’t going to ask that monster” Helsing muttered, he disliked it when the vampire picked up on his thoughts even when they were ridiculous “I was going to mention that line ‘ did he who made the Lamb make thee’”

 

“well of course he did, maybe indirectly but he did” Alucard answered as Helsing lifted one of the ends of his hair and started fiddling with it nervously, Alucard sighed it was clear he wasn’t going to get back to sleep anytime soon, “alright, the angle war” he began

 

“when Lucifer fell” Helsing commented still fiddling with the black hair

 

“Yes, it is said that he fell because of his pride, but I personally believe he was set up to fall”

 

“Your serious, Lucifer was set up” Helsing sniggered “you make it sound like one of those penny novels”

 

“I’ll ignore that” Alucard muttered “yes I think he was set up, because when he fell it created balance, for how can there truly be good if there is no evil, black without white. Human need to be tested to prove that they are good, there must be balance”

 

“I admit I never thought of that before” Helsing muttered “I thought you didn’t believe in god anyway”

 

“What I believe Helsing doesn’t matter” Alucard answered

 

They were silent together for a while after that until Helsing yawned widely.

 

“You should sleep” Alucard muttered sitting up next to his master, pulling his hair free of his master’s grip.

 

“I will tomorrow” Helsing waved him away

 

“Sleep” Alucard nudged him, “I will wake you should something happen”

 

Helsing stared at him for a moment, trying to judge weather the monster spoke truth and weather he should be trusted. Finally he nodded.

 

“Thank you Alucard” he spoke standing slowly and making his way back inside the mansion. When he reached the glass doors of the dinning room he turned back, Alucard had gone.

 

“Tiger, tiger burning bright, in the forests of the night, what immortal hand or eye could frame thy fearful symmetry” and with that he went to his chamber.

 

END CHAPTER

 

Light: I must apologise, I am trying to get over a lump of writers block I have collided with and this is probably quiet poor. So I’m sorry, next one will hopefully be better. 

 

Alucard: ZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzz