You never go
Your always here (suffocating me)
Under my skin
I cannot run away
Fading slowly

"Already Over" Sung by Red

Chapter Three

Biting. Grinding. Pressing. Pushing. Snapping. Tugging. Thirst. Thirst. Ashiro woke with a snap of his fangs, earning him a dark chuckle. Immediately his wiry frame tensed and against his better judgement, he growled. If anything Alucard merely laughed harder, striding smoothly to where Ashiro lay on the floor(several feet from the coffin he'd been given). Moments later found the dhampire choking on his own blood as the vampire pressed his boot firmly down against his sternum. Just when Ashiro began to think Alucard would simply kill him, the other lifted his foot and let him coil himself into a wheezing ball.

When Ashiro felt he could breathe again, he rolled to his back and snarled up at Alucard, whimpering when all it got him was a casual nudge against his still smarting chest. It had been three days since he had been placed into Alucard's control. So far the only thing he could tell about the vampire was that he enjoyed suffering and that he easily rendered Ashiro helpless. Thankfully, the vampire was not as harsh as he could have been. Not once had Alucard demanded blood nor had he forced Ashiro to drink his. Then again, as far as the halfbreed could tell, the vampire had never actually encountered a hybrid before him. The chances of him knowing a dhampire's purpose were very slim indeed.

"Just why would someone make your kind?" Ashiro jumped as Alucard spoke, curiously wondering if the larger had been reading his mind, but deciding against it after a moment or so. However, he snarled at Alucard just in case. This earned him an amused snort and a kick that sent him across the room. It was at this point four of his ribs snapped and he let out a low whine in the back of his throat, and Alucard just wouldn't stop laughing. Whimpering, Ashiro lay nearly motionless, cringing as far from the vampire as he could without actually moving around.

"Are you going to snap those teeth again?" The dhampire flinched upon realizing that Alucard's question was-in fact-real. Wordlessly, he glowered at the sadistic male but said nothing. Luckily, it didn't seem to bother him, as he simply looked at him with those unsettling scarlet eyes before sighing and striding away.

"You get so weird sometimes, Mutt."

Ashiro was pissed, not only could he not move, his throat was burning for the first time in two years. Dhampires didn't require blood unless they were severely injured, thanks to Alucard's strange attacks he was now in need of blood. Honestly, Ashiro felt that the vampire should have expected him to try to bite. However, his thoughts faded as Alucard's scent sharpened, signifying the other's sudden presence. A deep need sank into him and his winced as his fangs lengthened, forcing his gums to accommodate them and bleed. Immediately, his throat burned at the taste of blood, despite it being his own. He growled halfheartedly

"Hmm? What's wrong with you now?" Alucard crouched above him, peering in morbid curiosity at his bleeding mouth. After a few seconds, he frowned at Ashiro,a strange look in his eyes.

"So they make it impossible for you to enjoy feeding. When your fangs elongate they damage you, and the blood drives you damn near crazy." Ashiro let out a miserable whine.

"Pathetic little creature." Whether or not the vampire said anything more, Ashiro was uncertain. His mind seemed to fall apart around him, leaving him able to listlessly open and close his mouth with repetitive little clicks.

At some point, a hand carefully cradled his head and chilled human blood poured from a bottle down his throat. After that, he simply faded into blissful blackness.

"Hey, wake up already!" Ashiro grunted and lifted his head, idly noting his ribs had almost healed. Dizzily, he blinked at the short haired vampire sitting beside him. Seeing that he had in fact obeyed her, the blue eyed girl grinned at him.

"Good you're up! Master will want to know!" she stated and before Ashiro could completely focus on her she had darted from the room. Quietly, Ashiro dropped his head back to the floor.

"What the hell's going on?" he groaned.

"Police girl watched you while I asked some questions." At the sound of Alucard's voice, the dhampire cringed but growled in the bottom of his throat. The dark haired vampire mere smirked and roughly rubbed his head. Ashiro hissed at the sharp tugging the action caused his hair.

"And still you'll fight. Helpless and weak as you are." With that Alucard's hand stopped it's movement, then left his head. warily, he watched the vampire, who had a strange almost vacant expression.

"Why don't you stand up, mutt." It wasn't a question...so Ashiro did't answer.