Title: Sit Up Straight
A/N: Okay, so just a little thing to write because I haven't in a long time. It's super short, so sorry in advance. The good thing about short pieces though? I'll get them done faster. It might be a little poorly written though. I don't know, just bear with me :)
Pairing: Alexander/Alucard
He sat perfectly still, his head bent in prayer as his lips dutifully recited each and every last Mary. He was looking for redemption, as always. He needed it, craved it, begged for it. And the Monster had set out to destroy what was left of his already ragged soul. The beast Alucard never slept, prying thoughts from his mind, forcing him into something murky and unkind. It didn't help that he never could kill the damn thing; something Maxwell chided him over many, many times. When his last prayer was whispered on silent lips, he crossed himself and stood. For the first time in a long time, his body ached. The broken skin and shattered bones had already healed, but the ache of pain still lingered. For once, he moved slowly about the cathedral like an ancient being. He trudged through the building. His lagging footsteps echoed lonesomely off the beautiful walls. His strong form left a spindly shadow to follow behind, dancing quickly on the stained glass windows. He sighed softly and ran a broad hand over his short hair. He was tired. He dragged himself past the confessional boxes and into the inner sanctuary, moving with his eyes mostly closed. He had walked this path so many times he could move it in his sleep. His eyes drifted shut momentarily before lifting lazily. His hand pressed flush against his bedroom door, and he poised there, balanced on that one hand and the toes of his right foot. He pressed his forehead to the cool, smooth wood and just breathed. The soft scent of incense brushed lightly in his nose. It smelled like home. He heaved another great sigh and pushed the door open. His window was open, letting cold air into his set of rooms. He drew the door closed behind him and moved slowly across the room to shut the window. He lingered there, with his gloved fingers curled around the cold handle, just looking and listening. The full moon hung in a bed of wispy clouds like some giant pearl, and fingers of moonlight reached down into the dark shadows of night, lighting bits of the earth. He blinked slow and heavy before opening his eyes once more. He watched shadows dart around the shafts of moonlight before pulling the window closed. Tonight, he had no need for shadows or the dark promises they could hold. He walked into the inner room and collapsed on the bed in a somehow graceful crumple. He let the smell of clean linen press into his nose. He loved the way the mattress dipped under him, forming into his familiar shape. He said one last prayer, this time for other souls, before letting his eyes drift shut. This time he didn't bother to try and force them open again.