The heavy iron door to the final cell slowly swung open, scraping against the damp stone floor letting a small amount of light flow in. A low rattling of chains was heard, but only so the sole inhabitant of this dank prison could raise his head and view the man now entering.
Abraham Van Helsing took five long steps into the cell, standing just outside the length of the chains. This was an unneeded precaution, however, as the vampire had grown far too weak to even try an attack. The creature attempted to rise, and rested his hands on the floor, pushing himself into a kneeling position. However, after two more seconds he fell back down onto the damp ground, letting out a short growl as he rubbed his aching head. Giving up on the idea of standing, or kneeling for that matter, he rolled onto his back, looking straight up at the doctor as a highly sarcastic grin spread over his face.
"...greetings... Abraham..." he muttered. "...have you... come to make that offer again...?"
The man furrowed his brow, a rather deep frown forming as he glanced at the full bowl of blood in the corner.
"Yes. I thought you might be ready to reconsider." he said, kneeling beside the creature, however, as soon as he was close enough, the vampire spat in his face. The man gritted his teeth, standing and drawing a handkerchief from the pocket of his over coat and wiping off the saliva.
"Well, it seems you have lost any charm and good form you one possessed. I thought you had more dignity then that, Count." Abraham remarked, as the vampire let a low chuckle escape his chapped lips.
"...get on with...it...old man..." he said, his eyes narrowing on Van Helsing.
"...You don't look good, Count." he said, in an almost sincere tone. "...and what about the blood? Why not just drink it? It is human blood, it's not fresh, but its better then the cattle's blood you've been refusing to touch... I know you don't want to die."
"...nor do I want to...reconsider your...offer..." With each word the vampire spoke, less breath was used, and it was only due to the eerie silence of the lower floors that Abraham could even hear his solemn words.
"...Five months. I brought you here five months ago, but you did not agree to any of my terms. Almost five months confinement, one month solitary confinement. You have realized that, haven't you?" Abraham kneeled once more, this time pulling his prisoner up, with his right hand, by the chain and collar around it's neck. "...It has been exactly one month since I last spoke so much as a word to you, Alucard-"
"...Don't call me that..."
"-and I haven't the time for any more of this... Swear loyalty to my family, serve me, do this and perhaps in that time I may aid you..."
They where now within inches of eachother's faces, the entire moment being far too familiar to the day he was defeated. Alucard cringed, struggling against the man's firm grip.
"...you have no good reasons... you filth... Why did you even keep me alive, Van Helsing?"
Abraham used his free hand to pull the matted blood caked hair from the monsters face, getting a clearer view of his eyes. Those cruel spheres that once shown a twisted ruby gleam where now fading.
"...because it was not your time." he responded, in all honesty.
Those eyes widened, though barely enough to be noticed.
"...Fool...my time...my time came and went long ago..."
"...Not quite. Do you wish to go on like this? Tell me, is your desire to continue this worthless struggle so-"
As he was speaking, Alucard had taken the time to bite his left hand, then, in moment of distraction, continue his struggle against the mans grip. It could be described only as quite lucky that a vampires bite alone was not enough to sire another, but it was, nonetheless, very damaging to say the least.
Alucard's bite, however, was futile, only having enough strength behind it to leave a few pin pricks, and a rather irritated doctor left to hold him still as he struggled with was little strength he had left. Abraham could not deny it, this monster was a fighter, and the idea of bowing to a human master, especially after all that had happened in the months before, must have been a painful thought. It was less then twenty seconds before it all stopped, and the vampire fell limply onto Abraham's lap. Abraham reached out to his far right, lifting the bowl of blood and holding it infront of Alucards filthy, and slightly bruised face.
"...Do you want to reconsider?" he asked, offering the vital substance to the weakened creature. Two more minutes went by before the vampires vision finally turned up to Abraham.
"...Y...yess..." he murmured, just before Van Hellsing tipped the bowl up, pouring the much needed liquid down his new servants dry throat. He drank every last drop, then took a moment to lick Abraham's own blood off of the scratch on his hand. That alone was enough. A semi-brighter light shown in his eyes, some of the dark color was coming back to his hair, and he was already much stronger. For all his returning power, however, he had died none the less, and the blood that dripped in a thin stream down his cheek was a mark of his true defeat. Still, he made no sound, no sobs of cries, just the few tears that had yet to dry up in the beasts dead heart.
"..Ja...Good boy..." Abraham whispered, unlocking the shackles before rising to his feet, and pulling the revitalized creature up with him. This was still abit much for Alucard, who lost his footing for a moment, reluctantly grabbing his masters arm for support. This struck a chord of disgust for the demon, but as he looked out the cell door at the long dimly lit hallway, and the distant stairs leading to the world above, he knew his disgust in the situation could only grow deeper...
((Jaa! Ello all, I am working on a new piece! Please note that all who are reading my fic 'Sunrise' do not worry, I'm just experiencing some... difficulties, but I will continue with it, and finish it. As for this fic, I will probably go at a slower pace with fewer updates, fewer chapters, etc. However, it looks to be a fun project! I hope you all enjoy!))