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Divine Retribution

Chapter One

Third Person POV

"Ugh…"grumbled a particularly strained voice through teeth clenched with unimaginable pain before more coughs and precious, heavy breathing of air ensued, "…ha…ha…ha…"

Amidst the seemingly endless rubble and massive amounts of obliterated debris that littered the once prosperous and peaceful streets and also tattered the surrounding and previously proud buildings, lay a man dressed in a long, green-brown greatcoat that was singed and ragged at the edges – his gloved, left hand pressed against his wounded and bleeding right side in an attempt to slow down the amount of blood he was losing.

The war between the man's own Millennium Battalion and that of the Hellsing Organization, inexorably coupled with the God-fearing Iscariot Organization, had been a serious of long-awaited strategies of brutality, force, cunning, and sacrifice on all ends.

The streets of London were in ruins from ruthless maneuvers as the incomprehensibly crazed Major had ordered strike after strike of his men to plunder through the quaint towns to crush any resistance to their cause and especially Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing, herself.

Even though the Captain had survived his battle with Seras Victoria, the man with brilliant wine-colored eyes was fading fast as he tried to stay as calm as any dying soldier might fathom of doing as he lie there on top of all that uncomfortable wreckage of bricks and concrete…just waiting for death to finally claim him.

The Captain noticed indifferently that his mouth was extraordinarily dry as he tried to swallow some spit to moisten his throat, his keen vision starting to blur around the edges a bit as he could only stare with half-lidded, tired eyes at the side of a far-off, grey-stoned building opposite his lying form.

"Well, well…what do we have here?" said a startlingly calm but chilling voice smoothly, the owner obviously smiling wide as he spoke his menacing, belittling words from somewhere the Captain could not see.

The Captain licked his dry, cracked lips, slowly blinking his exhausted, heavy, but beautiful eyes; his senses too dulled and far too fatigued from war to care too much about what this person was saying; as he mentally registered that the owner of such a timbered voice was coming closer to him.

"It looks like you've sure had a pretty bad day, Captain," the approaching man stated sarcastically, cruelly as he looked the dying man over with joyous, fiery eyes before stopping by his side and kneeling down next to the bleeding Nazi officer.

Finally letting his curiosity get the better of him since the man was so close now; the silver-haired and high ranking officer of the Millennium group gingerly turned his head towards the man by his side and gasped aloud as soon as his partially unfocused eyes beheld the all-too familiar red hat and matching coat, midnight black hair, and the grin of a malicious madman at large.

The Captain could not hide his masterfully silent trepidation about having such a dangerous and relentless specimen kneeling right next to his broken and painful body, rendering him completely at the other man's mercy while the only thing he could do was ruefully wait for it all to happen.

"Oh, there are those lovely eyes of yours," Alucard cooed sweetly as he brought a white-gloved hand to the side of the Captain's tanned, smooth face and gently brushed some of his liquid-silver hair out of his eyes.

"You know, I've always wondered what that voice of yours would sound like…even if it was through pain," Alucard continued to his prey as he used his other hand to briefly but sharply squeeze the Captain's injured side, causing the ruptured flesh to stretch and strain under his harsh treatment.

Immediately, the Captain squeezed his beautiful eyes shut as he grit his teeth even harder together to stave off his hoarse groan of mind-splitting pain that escaped him, leaving him breathing even harder through his nose afterwards.

"Ah…not bad," Alucard commented wickedly as he almost lovingly pulled the Captain's matching hat off of him, making more of the man's stunning, white hair flow around his head and onto the ground, before the smirking Nosferatu brought his deadly lips close to the Captain's ear.

"I think…I'll keep you, Captain," Alucard informed coolly to the Captain who could only stare out ahead of him as he kept his head lying on its side before he, effectively, lost consciousness and gave into the approaching, overwhelming darkness that overtook his vision, his everything in a blinding, enveloping grasp.

X

Several hours later…

"Sir Integra, we have something you must see immediately!" a black-armored guard suddenly called to his intimidating female commander as he burst through the large, double doors to her expansive and spacious office.

Sir Integra calmly finished lighting her small, brown cigar before regarding her overzealous soldier with resilient and admirable finesse shining through her words.

"Let's see it, then" the long-haired woman said as she exhaled the musky smoke from her cigar, her piercing blue eyes raising up from the many papers that cluttered her desk to the front of her office apathetically.

She watched as the guard who had spoken to her turned back towards the opened doorway and gave a wide wave of his arm, apparently beckoning others to come into the office as well.

Suddenly, two heavily armed guards trudged ungracefully into Sir Integra's view; a much larger man whose entire torso was bare but wrapped in thick bandages was in between them and lightly struggling as the guards pushed and pulled him into the room and forced him onto his knees.

The man only breathed hard for a moment more; making his large, tanned shoulders rise and drop slowly; his hands shackled behind his back; as he kept his white-silver head lowered to stare at his parted knees that were clothed in his own dust-colored, standard-issued Nazi uniform pants.

Sir Integra's ocean-blue eyes widened in complete shock once she saw one of her most deadliest of enemies be wrestled down to his knees by her men, but schooled her equally tanned features once she observed how obviously wounded he was as well as how he was also momentarily calm.

Full of determined poise and grace, Sir Integra rose up from her high-backed chair and fearlessly strode across the dual-tiled room to stand directly in front of the broken, utterly defeated prisoner.

The mannerisms that the strong, well-trained man before her exhibited nothing but pure despair, shame, and anguish, and the heir of the Hellsing Organization did not miss how his broad shoulders were not squared and how he was not meeting her gaze yet.

"What is your name, soldier?" Sir Integra demanded sternly but not harshly as she continued to look over the disheartened and completely humbled man at her feet.

No response.

Chewing a little harder on her cigar, Sir Integra promptly reached a gloved hand down, seized the Captain's chin, and lifted his head up so he may finally look her in the eye while she spoke.

Sir Integra had initially planned on repeating her question with more shrill venom in her voice to prove her aggravation at being ignored, but instantly dismissed that cognitive thought as her calculating, blue gaze could not help but soften a bit upon seeing the Captain's entrancing rose-colored and naturally half-lidded eyes peering right up into hers – the Captain's gaze showing so much mental and physical pain even though the rest of his handsome, sun-kissed face remained stoic and impassive.

He looked like a man apart, a man completely lost and helpless who needed something…something that was unnamable, unreachable; impossible; but mandatory nonetheless.

He looked so fragile despite his large, well-muscled stature and deadly combative skills of which Sir Integra was not without knowledge.

However, Sir Integra gently relaxed her fingers that held his chin as she said, "Tell me your name."

The Captain visibly swallowed before slightly craning his head up to seek out one of the guards that was currently training his M16 semi-automatic rifle on him, just in case.

"She wants to know your name. Wie heißt du?" the guard clarified in the Captain's own native tongue of German, catching onto the meaning behind his gaze that he simply did not understand what was being asked of him.

Understanding now, the Captain turned his head back towards Sir Integra and said quietly, seemingly unsure about his own voice, "Günsche …Hans Günsche."

Sir Integra smiled, pleased that her intriguing Nazi captive was cooperative with her at all, and softly released his chin from her hold as she straightened her spine; her eyes never leaving his worried face as she considered his stunning features for a moment.

"Well, Hans…you work for me now," the Hellsing heir declared around her cigar triumphantly, almost smugly as she crossed her arms over her chest and smirked down at the Captain, "…but not until you are properly healed, so I shall have a room made for you. Off you go, then."

On cue, both of the guardsmen hoisted Hans' much larger form up from the floor; the Captain having an endearingly puzzled look on his face as he was almost reluctant to have to look away from Integra's kind smile, as they guided him from the room and down to the sub-basement where they knew he was to be held until further notice.

Sir Integra saw her men leave with the newest addition to her organization in tow, the long-haired woman chuckling darkly to herself as she walked back over to her large desk and chair as she considered how that 'newest addition' was none other than a German Millennium officer, himself.

"This should be quite interesting indeed," Sir Integra said aloud, adding onto her own internal thought as her words regarded both the situation of having an ex-Nazi member in her organization as well as having someone as captivating as him within her grasp.

X

Later that night…

Hans was currently sleeping in a surprisingly firm and comfortable bed inside one of the stone-walled rooms within the sub-basement – the notorious Captain lying on his back with the off-white, silk sheets pulled up to his collarbone, effectively hiding his bandaged torso from view.

Mercury-colored hair draped across one side of his face, the rest spilled over on top of his feather-stuffed pillow, as the Captain had already been inspected for further damage by a military physician, given a fast transfusion of blood to replenish what was lost, and then made to get some rest.

Truthfully, the Captain had been rather confused as to what was going on and why members of the Hellsing Organization was seemingly going out of their way to help and accommodate him, but the doctor had known a little German and had explained to him that he was to now serve Sir Integra and that she had ordered all this be done.

At the end of his treatment for the night, Hans had practically collapsed into bed, drifting off into a deep, dreamless slumber rather quickly due to his overworked mind that greatly conflicted with his exhausted body.

Far too much had happened to him today, and Hans was extremely grateful when he was finally allowed to retire in a large, warm bed for the evening – his mind still unable to fully comprehend and accept every implication of what had only just recently happened, but his nerves were beyond shot and he had fallen asleep as soon as he had lain down.

Creak.

Tap…tap…tap.

With careful, measured steps sounding against the cool, stone floor, a lone figure slowly approached the resting werewolf shape-shifter.

Closer and closer, the suited figure walked towards the peacefully slumbering man until a small, delicate hand reached out and cautiously brushed some of Hans' silky, silver locks out of his face – the owner pleased to discover that his odd-colored hair actually felt just as soft as it looked.

"Quite a find, isn't he…Sir Integra?" Alucard's voice preceded his materializing body that seemed to leak in from the wall adjacent to the two other figures in the modestly furnished but refreshingly open room of the ex-Nazi.

Sir Integra lingeringly retracted her perfectly manicured fingers from Hans' tranquil face as she barely turned to regard her loyal but wily servant that now stood a little off to her right – her eyes still on the Captain while Alucard watched his master's movements scrupulously.

"I take it that you were the one who found him?" Sir Integra questioned solidly to the red-clad man standing a little ways behind her.

"Yes, I did," Alucard smiled as he could already sense the Hellsing heir's attraction to his new, beautiful pet, "and I shall be the one to claim him."

"But he is to work for me, you understand Alucard?" Sir Integra pressed a bit harshly, not particularly liking how her black-haired servant worded his previous statement, like Hans was something to be owned.

"Yes, but he will be mine," Alucard restated, grinning wider as he gathered that Integra would understand his hidden, unspoken meaning now.

Sighing quietly, Integra shot Alucard a sharp, narrowed glare from over her shoulder as the lady said, "We are not discussing this here. It is highly inappropriate."

"Whatever you say, my master," Alucard replied, emphasizing how he addressed Sir Integra as he bowed sickeningly politely to the long-haired woman who just barely had a tint of pink gracing her tanned cheeks.

Cutting into the Integra's and Alucard organized but ruthless banter with one another, Hans suddenly groaned softly in his sleep as he turned over to lay on his uninjured side – the German having never woken up despite their conversation and was now exposing a little of his tanned but scarred back to them as he continued to rest comfortably.

Sighing again out of relief at not being found out, Integra made to stride out of the darkened and slightly chilled room, but not before she stopped right next to Alucard, who was now adamantly leering at Hans, and cast a deathly-serious glare towards him.

"Alucard, he is not to be harmed, I don't care how much you hate him. Is that clear?" Integra demanded evenly of her vampiric servant whose smile finally subsided into an understanding and obliging upturn of his pale lips.

"Crystal clear, Sir Integra," Alucard affirmed his master positively with no inconsistencies in his voice that genuinely settled Integra's mind and allowed her to believe that Alucard had, in fact, truly meant what he had said.

"Good," Integra responded shortly before exiting the room, satisfied that Hans had been well-taken care of by her staff and was able to sleep soundly, as well as that she had Alucard's word that no harm would come to him by his hand, at least.

Alucard had listened to Integra leave, relieved when he had heard her shut the door quietly behind her and the sound of her ascending the set of stairs at the end of the hall, before he stepped soundlessly up to Hans' bedside.

Recalling that it had only been earlier that day when Alucard had been in this same position of standing over Hans as the latter lie flat on his back amidst a sea of destruction and rubble, blissfully unaware of the pressing, unabashed desire emanating from the dark-haired man hovering over him, drinking in his every little feature, while thinking of unspeakable things that he wanted to do to the currently incapacitated but staggeringly gorgeous Captain of the Millennium Battalion.

"Hate you?" Alucard repeated Integra's words to him with sly mockery and dripping sarcasm lacing his whispers as he slowly but with fluid-like elegance that only a being with inhuman capabilities could execute, leaned over the sleeping German officer and gently trailed his gloved fingertips down the side of his smooth, chiseled jaw, "How could I hate someone so powerless, so beautiful? What nonsense that woman speaks sometimes. I could never hate someone so…perfect…and in time, you will learn love me as well."

Having said what he wished to his handsome, silent obsession, Alucard kept his fingertips light on the bottom of Hans' jaw, near his chin, as to not rouse him from his needed sleep, while the black-haired man tilted his head down even more towards his deadly enemy so he may place the softest of kisses onto those tanned, parted lips that seemed to beckon attention and praise.

Alucard carefully pulled his lips away from Hans' petal-soft mouth but still remained close to the German as he inhaled deeply of the silver-haired man's scent; favoring greatly how he smelled of gunpowder and cinnamon; before letting his tingling fingertips slide the rest of the way down his chin until Alucard removed himself completely from the intoxicatingly arousing man that lie so invitingly before him.

"In time…"Alucard said aloud, more to himself than to the sleeping man, before he turned on his heel and forced himself to swiftly walk out of the room so Hans may get a good night's sleep undisturbed.

X

The next morning…

Hans Günsche awoke by his own body telling him that he could not sleep another wink even if he tried, making the Captain feel inexplicably refreshed and revitalized as he sat up in bed.

The slippery silk sheets draped off of his chest and pooled in his lap as the German soldier lifted both of his long, strong arms over his head and stretched out the somewhat cramped muscles in his back.

As soon as he brought his hands back down, he noticed that his previously injured side did not hurt anymore, meaning that he had to have regenerated new cells that had healed his wounds after he had eaten and while he had slept last night.

Just as the Captain was about to start feeling where the end of the long, white bandaged ended on his side, the thick, wooden door to his simple room opened up.

"Ah, you're awake," greeted the same kind-faced physician that Hans had seen yesterday as he entered the room and closed the door, "Guten morgen, Hans."

Hans' featured slightly brightened at the doctor's fluent German and gentle smile directed towards him as he set down his little black briefcase on top of the small, round table in the middle of the room.

"Guten morgen," Hans replied quietly, his voice cracking a bit from being so vastly unused in all his years of military service under the psychotic Major who had had no need to hear others' opinions and such.

Using as much German as he knew, the aged doctor informed an obedient and docile Hans what he was doing as he removed the bandages and had him test out his newly regenerated muscles in his trim, perfectly contoured side before the doctor offered him another pleased smile at his astounding progress.

"Ah…um…let's see now…"the doctor wracked his brain, trying to remember the German words for what he wanted to say to the ex-Nazi next, "Frühstück… nach oben."

The doctor was relieved to see Hans nod understandingly before going over to his large, wooden armoire in the corner to dress before heading upstairs for breakfast…just like how the good doctor had stumbled through telling him.

Hans heard the door to his room shut before he pulled out a few articles of clothing that surprisingly closely resembled his own previous uniform sans the Hellsing insignia that decorated both shoulders and breast-pockets – the soldier loyally laying them on the back of one of his tableside chairs so he may change into them.

Slipping the thick, durable fabric of the Hellsing uniform over his wide shoulders, Hans inhaled and exhaled slowly, trying to find some solid sense of rationale to his blatant act of betrayal to the only cause that he had ever known.

Golden buttons were fastened, cuffs were adjusted, and the matching pants and boots were shrugged on as Hans contemplated his situation carefully; tediously picking apart how maybe his flaunt with death truly did serve as his rebirth into this new organization; how he was a soldier to his very core so it really did not matter whose side he was pulling a trigger for; and that he could not dismiss the fact that he had never been looked upon with such compassion than when Sir Integra has held his face in her small hand and had genuinely sought out his eyes with her own.

Maybe…working for her would not be so bad.

Maybe, he could finally be treated as more than just a bloodthirsty animal, a killing machine that only needs to do another's bidding.

Maybe, just maybe, Integra would look at him that way again and smile…and he would know that he had done well; pleased her; and that he had made someone happy for once.

With that thought in mind, Hans briskly walked out of his room and headed up the stairs as he had been told to do so, his lovely eyes darting every which way as he took in his fresh surroundings and also tried to prepare himself for any threats.

Upon reaching the first floor, where a rich, crimson carpet colored the floor and tasteful off-white walls had intricate, golden designs swirling up in between numerous, large paintings, Hans rounded a corner on instinct alone until his highly adept nose picked up a few, familiar scents.

Based off what his sharp senses told him, Hans chose to enter the last room on the right, and was instantly met with the sight of Seras Victoria lifting up a white, porcelain bowl of something to her lips as she also peeked over at him.

"Mmph!' Seras almost sputtered in shock before slamming the bowl back down on the long table of the dining room, her eyes wide with fear and confusion as she fought to swallow the nourishing blood down so she may speak.

Hans had already began slowly making his way further inside the spacious and impossibly tidy dining room, large windows making up almost all of the opposite wall from where he was and allowing massive amounts of brilliant, yellow light from the morning sun to pour in and temporarily blind him, and he took a chair far away from the perplexed policewoman as she finally stammered loudly, "Y-you! What…what the hell is going on?! I…what?! Why are you here? Did you come here to fight??"

Hans had barely understood the spunky blonde's somewhat amusing rant and rave, but he had understood the word 'fight,' so, as he readied a few servings of meat and grain and other things from the spread on the table for himself, he only shook his head 'no' in response towards her.

"Huh…"Seras breathed out, still stunned and mystified but slowly calming down as she watched her former enemy, dressed in proper Hellsing-issued attire, casually eat his meal in silence.

"Are you uh…are you going to see Sir Integra after this?" Seras questioned nervously, prompting the silver-haired man to look at her as he finished taking another gulp of his coffee.

Setting down the plain white mug on the table, Hans licked around the inside of his mouth before nodding 'yes' to the blonde vampire.

"Oh, because we um…could go there together, you see," Seras muttered rather ineloquently to the much more composed man who was still casting his lovely wine-colored eyes patiently her way even though she was speaking a language he did not know, "I am heading that way as well."

Slightly knitting his thin, silver eyebrows together, Hans tilted his head to a side in charming confusion, instantly making the blonde policewoman realize that he did not know what she had said to him.

"Oh! Right…um…"Seras tried again, rethinking her strategy of communicating with the stoic, serene-looking German.

Seras timidly pointed at herself, then at Hans, and then at the door and said, "Integra."

"Ja," Hans replied coolly, getting the fiery blonde's meaning and feeling a bit humbled that she was willing to help him out and go to the Hellsing heir's office with him.

Seras perked up upon hearing Hans' positive reply as she smiled at him as he stood up from his chair, pushed it underneath the table, and then walked to her side so they may exit the lavishly decorated dining room together.

Seras and Hans navigated through the many, long corridors of the Hellsing Organization in a comfortable silence; the policewoman feeling rather proud that they had someone like Hans on their side now as she occasionally cast the quiet werewolf an excited side-glance; until they reached a set of familiar double doors.

Seras knocked a few times before politely announcing their arrival, "Sir Integra, Seras and…Hans here to see you.

"You can come in," the commander of Hellsing Organization replied from within the large office.

Seras walked in first, followed by Hans who made sure to close the door behind him before facing his lady – the soldier immediately placing his gloved hands behind his back as he lifted his chin and presented himself accordingly.

Sir Integra smiled at the typical German-soldier gesture as she interlaced her fingers together on top of her impressive desk, taking in the scandalous but pleasing sight of the two of them standing side by side – Seras' height barely reaching Hans' shoulders, especially when he stood as straight and statuesque as he was now.

"Seras, I have a mission for you to be carried out immediately," Integra informed the young, female vampire who quickly rushed up to her desk to retrieve the single sheet of paper with all the mission details and requirements, "You are to head just north of here and rendezvous with Sister Heinkel in order to carry out your investigation of any last-ditch efforts being made by surviving members of Millennium. Report back here as soon as you have uncovered something!"

"Yes, Sir Integra; right away!" Seras ardently replied with a quick and somewhat sloppy salute before practically racing out of her commander's office so she may gather her large but extremely useful guns and ammunition prior to setting off towards her destination.

Hans had been patiently awaiting orders directed at him from the long-haired heir to the Hellsing Organization, not moving a muscle as he only kept his half-lidded eyes staring straight ahead neutrally.

"As for you, Hans," Integra started with a much lighter and much less serious tone in her voice as she looked into his glowing, rose-colored eyes that were probably looking above her head or at the wall in between a few of the windows, "…you are to go to the Hellsing library at once and study our language. I'll be personally checking your progress."

Again, most of what Sir Integra had spoken had been lost on him, except for the words 'library' and 'English,' which enabled the former Nazi soldier to quickly and logically surmise what his commander was telling him.

"Ja, mein fraulein," Hans replied dutifully with his velvet, baritone voice and a polite bow of his head before sharply turning on his heel and exiting Sir Integra's office so he may carry out his orders as soon as possible.

Sir Integra smiled as she watched him go off to fulfill his first duty ever for the Hellsing Organization; her hands busy opening up the small drawer on her right side to retrieve one of her small cigars to smoke.

X

After having gotten rather lost a number of times on the way to the high-ceilinged and overwhelmingly sophisticated library, Hans was now sitting at one of the impressive oak tables, his space littered with books of all different shapes, sizes, and colors, as he had already committed several hours to learning the English language.

Thankfully, to the time-defying warrior, the task was not too difficult as he had soon discovered that English was actually a West Germanic language that originated from early Anglo-Saxon dialects brought over to Britain.

Hans had approached his task quite methodically, however, as he had taken to first learning basic pronunciation of letters, followed by common phrases, as well as different conjugations of words.

It had not taken long for Hans to realize that while English may not be the most aesthetically pleasing language to hear, it was the one most utilized throughout the world, so learning it would only help him in the long run.

Besides, it was his only standing order after all, and it would make living here with these people much easier.

"Found you," cooed a familiar voice that sounded like running water next to the studious werewolf, making him lift his white-silver head up from his book to regard his company.

Alucard could not help but smile at the positively adorable sight of Hans studying how to speak English, towers of volumes of books almost creating a cage around his work area on the table, before he smoothly sat down in a wooden chair right next to the German.

Warm, rose eyes quietly followed Alucard's every movement as the deadly and somewhat insane vampire sat next to him, still smiling at him as he removed his glasses to reveal his orange-red eyes that looked like they could melt glaciers as they considered the Captain shamelessly.

"I see you are learning our language, "Alucard continued conversationally but not without a cool smirk twisting his pale, supple lips while he leaned back in his chair, "…how is it coming so far?"

Hans dropped Alucard's smoldering gaze in favor of observing a corner of the dark, wooden table for a second, seemingly thinking Alucard's question over, before he lifted his lovely eyes to the vampire again and said quietly, "It is going well."

Hans' natural German accent was thick within his words, but Alucard's smile widened across his pale features at hearing the beautiful Captain finally say something to him.

Alucard was not disappointed – Hans' voice truly was as melodic and rich as he had thought it would be.

"I can see that," Alucard replied smartly, also pleased with how quickly Hans was apparently picking up his language, as he crossed one of his black-clad legs over the other and folded his gloved hands on top of his lap while he continued, "…and by the way…"

Upon noticing that Alucard had trailed off with his sentence as he had, Hans blinked quizzically at him before saying, "…yes?"

Suddenly, Alucard leaned forward in his chair, far enough to have his handsome, sheet-white face mere inches away from a now startled Captain who could only meet Alucard's half-lidded and tempting gaze with his own as the vampire added, "That uniform looks good on you, Hans."

Hans had visibly shivered upon hearing his name being spoken so sensually by Alucard, the latter having practically purred out the name as if it was the most heavenly word he knew, and in the next instant, Alucard disappeared with only a few, throaty chuckles lingering in his wake.

As soon as the sounds of mild laughter had subsided, Hans relaxed his tense muscles, sighing out the air he had been unconsciously holding when Alucard had been so close to him, and quickly surveyed the area to his left and right to see if anyone else had just seen what had happened.

There was no one.

Good.

Turning back to his work, Hans's handsome, tanned features still displayed a bit of his unease and confusion as he tried to force himself to pick up where he had left off in the book he had been reading prior to the vampire's intrusion.

However, the Captain's attempt to go back to what he had been doing was in vain, as he mindlessly drew in his bottom lip in between his teeth to chew on, while his abruptly frazzled brain struggled to find a reason as to why he could still feel the tiny, silver hairs on the back of his neck standing on end.

X

Author's Note: Oh holy crap. I can't believe I'm doing this lol. Drop me a line and let me know what you think so far, if you please. Thanks, everyone!