Traveling With Abraham

by death-in-the-orchard

Abraham Van Hellsing's time: A light, warm, and fuzzy – and miniature – chronicle of Abraham's comings and goings, his everyday moments, and his accompanying vampire who makes those moments awkward and exhausting.

2. Chapter 2

It was much easier to feed Alucard when he was so small. Abraham sat in the back of the cab, the driver busy with his horses and other traffic in the streets of London. On his leg, the little furry bat was neatly compressed as its mouth quickly absorbed what had been a bead of blood on the tip of Abraham's finger.

Abraham had pricked himself with a safety pin he kept fasted inside his coat whenever he was traveling with the vampire. He squeezed and pressed on his finger to form another bead of blood, and then returned it to the bat –but quickly drew it away. Lifting his hand, Abraham moved it right, left, up, towards the bat but then whipped it away again with a muted chuckle.

The man continued to move the bead of blood as Alucard's head jerked in every direction it took. Eventually reason conquered hunger, and something like pride or dignity made the bat sit very still and stare at his cheerful master crossly.