Alucard moved his face to the delicate collar of her shirt.
Inhaling sharply,
And her pulse quickened.
Cold breath tickling at her skin, his mouth permanently an elusive grin.
Violation mixing with disgust, fear—lust
--Passion.
Moving his arms, he held her in a deadly embrace.
--Deadly as tragedy.
He could have fallen asleep with her luscious, cold as ice body.
Her tie loosened.
She looked up to the heaven for refuge from the devil himself in front of her.
A/N-- Shit. I wrote this when I was a sophomore. SOPHOMORE. I'm a senior now. I'm so sorry for the horrible lack of updates. The next chapter is the last installment...