AILEEN POV (Year 1918)
I've been in a relationship with Allen for 30 years, living happily everyday. Since I'm a vampire and have been training, my combat skills have become more sharp and precise. I always come to Allen and show him what I can do. He usually smiles at me warmly or kisses me, holding me close and tight to his form. Even though it's been 30 years, I can't get over how he says "I love you.". Every time I hear it, I just blush and get the chills. I love Allen dearly and would hate to be separated from him. Here he comes now, knocking at my bedroom door. "Come in!" I said.
Allen phased through the door with a grin on his face, charming as usual. "My sweet Aileen," he spoke sensually, "the sun is rising. Let us rest."
"I know, I was going to," I said, closing my coffin lid. Allen walked over to my coffin and opened it, picking me up and putting me on his shoulder. "H-Hey, Allen! What are you doing?"
"You're resting with me, Aileen," he said, I could tell he had a stern face. I just sighed and went along with it, having him put me in the coffin with him. He kissed me on the lips and the forehead, telling me goodnight. "Goodnight, my sweet Aileen."
"Goodnight, Allen. I love you," I said before dozing off.
Next day...
"Allen," I whispered, nudging his shoulder, "wake up, sweetheart."
"Hmm...?" he questioned, I giggled at him. "Oh, morning already? How many times have I told you Aileen, we don't wake up at morning. Wait until 4 o'clock or something, I'm tir-..." He didn't get to finish what he had to say before falling back asleep. I kissed him on the cheek before getting out of the coffin, heading straight to the kitchen.
I reached inside the fridge and got Allen and I's blood packs and set them on the counter. I sighed, "Allen, wake up again," I spoke to myself. "I'm so bored. I guess I could clean something." I walked out of the kitchen, forgetting all about the blood, and got dressed in my maid outfit. I grabbed the broom and mop, beginning to clean.
ALLEN POV
It was 4:15 p.m. by the time I woke up, all I could smell outside of my coffin was citrus and wood polisher. I looked to my left, Aileen wasn't in there with me. Was she cleaning? How many times have I told her that I don't need her to do that?
I opened the coffin lid, summoning my clothes and walked out the room to find Aileen. We ran into each other when she was heading to the bedroom. "Aileen, what are you doing?" I asked her.
"I was heading towards our bedroom..." she said with her head down.
"To...?"
Aileen looked up at me with those icy blue eyes, making me want her more. "To...," she began, I grabbed her by the waist and held her close to me. Her head went down again, I gripped her chin and made her face me again. "To grab your clothes so I could wash them."
"Aw, so now you think I'm dirty?" I asked her jokingly, rubbing our noses together. The sight of her blush turned me on even more, I wanted my sweet Aileen, I wanted to ravage her, make love to her, but I have to put that aside. I have business that needs to be taken care of. I kissed her softly before letting her go and walking to my study. I... made a deal with Hellsing not so long ago, having them not kill Aileen and I as long as I don't kill any innocent humans. But my hunger for a human has been growing lately, I can feel Aileen's hunger too. Perhaps if we drink from humans from a different country it'll be okay. Most likely not, but it's worth a shot. I wrote down on a scrap piece of paper, "Buy train tickets to go to France". Good, this way Aileen will be happy. But just in case things don't go right, I'll leave my sweet Aileen a letter.
Dear Aileen,
If you're reading this letter, that means that you've found out of my plan to make you happy and I've failed. I tried to put you before myself, which is something I rarely do with others, and make sure you had something that you've never had before - human blood. I could feel your hunger for something warm instead of those blood packs sent from hospitals. My sweet Aileen, I've loved you for the longest and will continue to do so.
Sincerely,
Allen.
"Everything will be alright, little one." ~ Allen Dawson