No Harm In Watching : Opening
Although the day in the dungeon was when the two were first properly introduced he had known her all her life. In reflections of his dreams, he saw her. Even free he still loves to watch her.
Rated: M – Just in Case, for adult situations and underage Integra's.
From the outside of a nondescript enclosure green weathered roofs of a building could be seen if standing on the other side of the street. The closest neighbors where about half a mile away in any direction from the surrounding wall that encompassed a few acres of what use to be farm land. A hundred years ago this massive estate had not been so out of place in the country side, but as the country grew making way for the middle class the quaint home, if you could call it a home, became an oddity in an age where nobility and their property were slowly becoming relics.
Needless to say the building was a little queer.
Stories of illicit activity, drug cartels and secret societies could not help but pass over the lips of residents curious to know what was inside. The foreboding of it only furthered to spark the imaginations of the neighbors, especially when they first moved in. People often went for walks down the only road that lead to the manor in hopes of getting a better look at what was behind the rampart. All and all they'd find their journey uneventful their elaborate images fizzled. Soon they'd come to realize it was just a house, a very large house, made of stone. Boring really in it's simplicity and lack of decoration. They would chide themselves for ever having found anything remotely interesting in the home. Over time they learned to just let their curiosity go.
The rest of what the neighbors dubbed "The Compound" was surrounded on either side by a small stretch of woods with one entrance blocked by a contemporary iron gate. -At least it looked iron to the unaware bystander that might pass by. In reality the gate was reinforced steal, capable of withstanding a grenade blast, strong enough to buy the occupants inside time encase of an attack.- During the day sleek expensive cars slunk their way behind the gate. On occasion the not so discreet helicopter would appear. Despite it's peculiarity and occasional appearance by an armed guard the compound was ordinary, blending into the background.
However when the sun went down that was when the compound seemed to wake up. At night hurried footfalls clacked across stone, sounds of large vehicles rumbled on the street shaking the pavement and forks at the dinner table. Then just as quickly as it started it died down and the families went back to their meal. - it was not their place to question, life taught them to be cautious...so they fained indifference.- The residents really had nothing to complain about, the compound had been there long before they ever moved in and the area was relatively cheap given the location. If the occasional rattle was the only cost to living here, they'd deal.
To one observer though the house had been unbearably quiet for years. Yes the occasional call to arms rang out. Soldiers marched around the courtyard, or practiced in the field, tanks rolled by, but nothing exciting. Nothing note worthy enough to capture his attention for more than a second. What he wouldn't give for a good war or some form of Armageddon to stir the blood. The above world was so hushed, becoming lazy and fat under their delusions of peace. Soon though humanity would be reminded of the horrors they thought only existed in illusions. Not because the creature felt some eminent evil or because it had been written in the stars. To him it was inevitable, he knew man and the tranquility they sought never lasted long. It was only a matter of time... the humans had probably forgot all about him and his rein. Even alive his story had begun to weave into fiction, stuff of mortal fantasy and nightmares. Oh well, he'd just have to wait and in his prison he had nothing but time and his memories to keep him company. A small twisted smile tugged at the corners of his lips from the reminder of the glorious battles once fought here. However the house he remembered grew quieter by the day. Or maybe years, because who knew how long it had been since the last time he heard anything remotely interesting coming from the land above.
Then one day a sound rose above all the rest, seeping into pleasant oblivion, to wake the undead that laid dormant and waiting in the bowels of the house. A remarkable sound really to have caught the attention of one normally so withdrawn. Remarkable in the sense that this clamor did not belong in a home turned fortress. So unique the evil that slumbered could not help but pull himself away from his darkened dreams. His sensitive ears so long used to hearing the shrieking howls of those dead or dieing; he almost did not recognize the alien noise as it chimed in his skull. It was refreshing what now reached him breaking through the monotony of the day. Sweeter than any symphony, more mysterious than any scream in the night...the sound of a baby crying. He could not remember a time ever hearing a baby cry.
The creature did not know it but this event only proved to confirm how extraordinary the infant would be. With tiny lungs she wailed and demanded to be heard. She was hungry and could not be made to wait a moment longer. No matter what the age as long as she had air to breath her authority would be recognized.
Without hesitation the beast obeyed the call. From the fractal reflections of crystal and glass that made up the babies mobile Alucard got his first glimpse of the child he'd one day call master.
A/N : Originally this was going to be a one shot but I could not stop rewritting the dang thing. So I've broken it up into shorter sections to help get it up faster.