Rain isn't anything new in London. It's very common and so is fog. Both most likely had to do with little Lithu. At least often enough for him to know the difference. The current rain wasn't her doing. He knew it wasn't. She was just as imprisoned as him. He doubted many knew it was raining outside the mansion walls. They were all so focused on the child heir of the Van Hellsings now that the last had died like every other mortal man does at the end of his years.
He was amused and slightly irritated. It was amusing because his new master was to be a little girl he'd seen in glimpses as she grew. He still remembered the day he was allowed near the infant to protect while the father was away. A little blonde with big bright blue eyes and skin the color of damp sand. The first child he'd been allowed around. He couldn't blame his previous masters for being so cautious. Even looking at that little girl set in his large white gloved hands he would have like to bite her. Perhaps more then anyone else he'd wanted to drink of since…
He drew his thoughts away from that time and back to the memory of the little girl. A little creature that was effortless to hold up in front of him and examine with hooded red eyes dull for all the curiosity he had for the tiny human. The tiny thing wiggled about in his grasp he carefully monitored as not to simply crush the fragile bones that made up the babe's body. He blinked once when the babe began to giggle at him. A belly giggle only babe's make. Did this girl not know that she was staring at a monster that would like little more then to drain all the life out of her?
A tiny hand reached out and grabbed the tip of his sharp aristocratic nose and the babe giggled all the more at him smiling broadly with blue eyes alight. Apparently the child did not understand. His eyes narrowed and his lips parted into a cruel smile enough to display his fangs. Still the babe giggled at him grasping for his mouth and finally his fangs with those small hands. He let out a growl and pulled the child back his smile fading and his expression distant once more. He stared at the smiling child awhile.
This babe was a beautiful child if he admitted it to himself. He tilted his head slightly. Something about this child…This Master in waiting intrigued him.
"Hn." He didn't think much about it, but he brought the child closer to his chest and shifted the babe in his grasp to cradle the small wiggling frame protectively. He bent his head down and nuzzled his face into the soft golden curls of the child. It wasn't long before he felt those small hands touching his cheek and playing with his own short black hair. "Damn little rugrat." He muttered.
Across the room Walter visibly relaxed and let out a small sigh. He had obviously been indecisive on how Alucard would handle a child.
That little child had grown. He'd get free of his bounds from time to time and see the progress of aging on this particular child. At times he'd be free enough to be with her for extended times as a child himself. A brief playmate for a child who did not leave the sanctuary of the mansion often. He did not know why he entertained the little girl during those times, but he did and strangely enjoyed it even tolerating the sunlight at times to run around the garden with her. Sometimes he'd be a child and other times and adult though never an adult when her caretakers were watching. They did not recognize a young Vlad.
But when they weren't looking his was the Red Death he tended to be. One day he changed his shape right before her when she started crying. Apparently she'd been picked on by a school bully. Those tears cause him great distress. His future Master was crying after all. He sat on the ground before her and pulled her to him so that her back was to his chest. She curled up with her hands rubbing her eyes under her glasses completely unafraid of him. Out in the sunlight he'd laced his arms around her to the back of her thighs to hold her.
His gaze never became more or less somber behind his sunglasses. He could feel the heat of the sun on the back of his head, but he endured the cursed fire ball's light for the weeping child in his arms.
"I-I am not a w-worthless big-wig!" His child Master-in-waiting got out between sobs. He didn't look at her finding her tears too unsettling and too beautiful to look at.
"No, you are not, child." He responded in calm resonating tones to her. "You are a Hellsing. You are meant to be much more." He reached up with one white gloved hand to remove her glasses from her face while she wept. He set them down on the ground beside him. "Be silent and be strong as the leader you will be."
She blinked and looked up at him with watery blue eyes reddened with nose much the same. He looked back down at her once more and stared at the little droplets of salt water on her cheeks. She nodded once firmly and her gaze became hardened and determined. But she did not lose her spirit. Her gaze became tough, but her humanity still lingered in them. The human spark he'd come to adore so very much. She started to reach up with a sleeve to wipe at her eyes, but stopped her.
He leaned down and licked her cheeks softly tasting those so very human tears. It was not the same as blood, but they were just as good representations of the humanity he'd of liked to taste in her blood. He might have chuckled at the blush that came to her soft cheeks if he'd thought he could get away with it.
Already she hit him off after he'd cleaned her cheeks of the tears. "GET off you big OAF!" She swatted at him until he stopped and then stood up from his lap with her hands on her hips. He chuckled loudly and looked up at her thing.
"I bid you adue, my iron flower." He whispered still chuckling as he dropped down into a pool of black that had formed under him. His time with her was up for the day. He'd been discovered.
"Alucard! Get back down here!" Demanded Arthur having discovered Alucard's absence from the basement. It was then that his current Master started to seal him in that room. He would free him less and less often until he became a dried out husk.
Shriveled and unmoving all but his mind aware of what was going on. His hair grew long in gray about his sunken features nailed to the wall in a black leather straight jacket he was forced into dormancy until one day. One rainy day in the Hellsing Mansion.
His Master came for him and Lithu…
