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Chapter 7

The chills that ran down Maeve's spine were almost tangible. If someone had bee staring at her back the moment he spoke she would swear they would be able to see the skin along her spine bubble and move grotesquely. Her breath caught and her thraot ran dry, her lungs seemed to simply stop working. Her heart frozen with both terror and a feeling she could not place. It was like she knew she should fear him but all she wanted to do was fly into his arms. The man was still bent, just slightly looking up at her as he was almost at eyes height, just watching. She felt like an animal on display to a zoo, being observed and judged by people who had never even spoken to her. She felt almost naked beneath his scrutinise stare, the abnormal red eyes digging their way through her being and reading through the deepest feelings and secrets that her soul had to offer. Her body started to quake as she began to study him as he was studying her. His eyes seemed to glow in the piercing darkness and his skin was like the marble used by the artists of old, cold, smooth and flawless. His thin lips, slightly parted, revealed sharp canines that were as white as she had ever seen. His silky black locks fell, slightly curling at the ends, into those red eyes and into the back of his coat, making it impossible to tell how long it really was. His torso was covered in a long trench coat, it was red and the style seemed to be from a different time, a different era. Beneath it was a black double breasted shirt and the same black trousers, also a strange red tie, seemingly from the Victorian era. The strangest part of his out fit though were a pair of white gloves that he wore. They had what seemed to be archaic symbols on them, but what could they be for?

Her eyes snapped back to the mans face when he released a low chuckle and her face was set aflame when she realized he had noticed her observing him. He straightened himself back to his full height and she realised how small she felt near him, as her head came only to his chest. She gulped, hoping he hadn't noticed her doing this and looked up into his eyes once again. Her body began to shake once again, and she kept debating in her mind weather or not she should try to run again. She knew she wouldn't get far, her body still recuperating from her last run. The man moved slightly and Maeve jumped. She cursed her nerves when the man once again chuckled at her. Her mind gnawed at her, telling her that she was better than this and that she should not be a coward, no matter how scary he was. Gathering all the courage she had left she straightened her back to her full height, wincing as she heard a few vertebrae crack and looked the man dead in the eye.

"Where am I?Who are you people?", she demanded, trying to sound as firce as possible but slightly failing.

The man chuckled again, "I am sorry my dear, how rude of me, I am Alucard, and may I inquire your name Miss?"

Slightly shocked at the politeness of the strange man in front of her she cautiously raised her hand, "My name is Maeve, Maeve Townsend."

Alucard leaned forward clasping her hand in his and pressed his lips to the warm skin. A shiver ran down his spine and a large smile split his face. Her face was confused, scarred and he could also detect a hint of arousal ,microscopic but still there. This just made his smile bigger. He let go of her hand and straightened once again.

"Maeve, what a lovely name, it means intoxicating in Gaelic, does it not?" he grinned

"W-well y-yes, i-it does," she stammered, surprised he knew the meaning of her name.

"How fitting", murmured Alucard, making sure it was quiet enough for her not to be able to hear.

"As to who we are, we are the protectors of the Church and the queen and her people. We hunt down and decimate those creatures who would dare defy us.", Alucard couldn't help it as an animalistic smile split his face. Maeve couldn't place the look but had a brief thought that he was no stranger to blood.

"Creatures?" Maeve asked confused. What was he talking about?

"Apologies Miss Townsend but I believe that explanations are best left to My Master. If you would follow me I believe she would like to speak with you now that you are awake."

Maeve looked up at Alucard suspiciously and after trying to weigh her options she finally decided that she had no chance trying to run from the man so she let out a deep breath and motioned with her hand for Alucard to lead the way. He smiled widely and began to lead her back the way she had come, running from the police girl. He walked about two paces in front of her, Her small legs trying to keep up with his exceptional strides. She kept her gaze focused on the floor until they passed the infirmary doors, where she glanced into the windows to see a few men occupy the once empty room. After that her gaze returned to the floor.

Alucard walked quickly and tried to be silent for he feared if she were to talk as he was walking he would be distracted so much that he would accidentally walk into a wall. It had been so long since he had felt these feelings and it was both exhilarating and excruciating. He had gone so long without this woman that he had forgotten how to treat her. He was awestruck and in a haze, clouding his vision and judgement. He was also concerned that he would do something to Integra that he would regret if she attempted to remove his love from the premises. But Alucard promised himself that he would not loose her again, not for anything.

Maeve was distressed. One minute she was going home from work and now? Now she was being led by the strangest man she had ever met down a hallway to meet his "master", whom she doubted was going to be any more normal than he. Her thought were constantly being torn from one thing to another. First she thought of her parents and how they were right now and if she would ever actually see them again. Then it would flash to the events that occurred before she found herself in this strange building, the echoing screams of her dying coworkers and friends. Then for some strange reason, she was flashing back to a dream that she used to have during her childhood.

She was standing in a large stone window. She couldn't say for sure but it was a scene from hundreds of years ago. She was standing taller than she had as a child but close to her hieght now, and when she looked down she was in an intricate gown. In her hands was a pice of parchment but she never could read it no matter how much she wanted to, but there was a soul renching sadness in the dream. Then she began to lean forward, then it happened so fast. She was falling, her hair floating around her, her body becoming numb to the wind that surrounded her. Then the river, it was getting closer and closer, the tears coming from her eyes, blurring her vision. Then right before she hits the water, she would wake up, screaming most times, and crying.

She was ripped from her memories when she almost ran into Alucard. He had stopped before Double doors that had a foreboding feeling about them. Something either evil or very powerful was in that room. She looked up and was surprised to see concern flash across Alucard's face for a split second before it was gone. She tried in vain to hide her fear and he had seen it.

" Beyond this door your explanation waits", said Alucard looking down at Maeve.

Maeve swallowed and took a deep breath, then walked forward and pushed open the doors.