Youth:
Bold. They'd called him that. Ruthless was another. Conceited, certainly-- although he always objected that one. To him, it wasn't arrogance if you could back it up.
From atop his high backed chair--a shadow of his throne-- he let these memories absorb him. Ah, his youth… He'd been more flamboyant back then. There hadn't been thousands of souls slowing him down, nor the pain of realizing how long he would have to stay young. He sighed. Youth. He'd kept it in every aspect save mentally.
"Pointless reminiscing…" He mused aloud. "It's days like this when I know I'm getting old."
Wage:
There was something amusing about Anderson. He was sure the other man felt the same in turn about him. Try as he might to deny the bloodlust, it shown in his eyes every battle.
Anderson had been leaving…but there was just something about that coy smirk of the vampire as he sat casually outside the museum. "Th' wages of sin is death!" His teeth were bared as his blade smashed against pistol.
"What of us who are immortal?" He couldn't help but to bait him.
"You specifically vampire? Th' wages fer you is hell!"
How boring… He'd always known that.
Waiting:
She was a woman of God and he a child of Satan. He was always there, biding his time. His passion filled red orbs glowed in desire and stung with patience.
When she had been younger she'd awoken once to find him silently waiting, sitting on the edge of her bed. It became common after that. It unnerved her at first, and some nights excited her youthful teenage desire.
Here they were years later. He in his usual corner of her mattress, she tempting sleep. The night was thick and the familiar quiet comfortable. He was always waiting… "Alucard?"
"Yes?"
Wake:
Pip was in his provided room. The last thing he recalled was that he'd been asleep… Well, he wasn't now. He stretched in the darkness before reaching over the side of his bed for his jacket in need of a smoke. He couldn't really remember what had woken him. He found his matches first, then one of his guns, then a condom, then his watch- where were his cigarettes?
He lit a match to help him see and only months of military training stopped him from yelling out in surprise. Seres was crouched innocently beside him. "Did I wake you?"
Walking:
If one could be anywhere and nowhere why on earth would they want to sit still? Doc was always reprimanding him for his restlessness, but hey, it wasn't his fault.
Schrödinger paused, looking up at the towering Big Ben. He and Captain were out for their usual stroll. "Know vat? I don't see vats the deal vit that clock." The Captain was silent but allowed a shrug.
Schrödinger at first didn't know why he accompanied him on these outings. He found out. Although quiet, Captain too was restless. From there he just assumed that every dog needed to be walked.