Chappy 9

(Waisted Patience 2)

"I'm sorry I don't believe you. The line 'she's just a friend' may work with your little hussies ,but not with me! You can't believe I'm that stupid"

I angrily frowned upon him, while he sheepishly looked away from me.

"You have nothing to say to me?"

I think Alucard could feel my heart breaking. He sighed huskily and phantom hands ran through my golden tinted tresses, a movement done to soothe me.

'This would never happen in your situation if you were with...'

I almost smirked at his suggestion. There would be no way, no possibility nor glimmer of chance that would happen. He knows it, I know it, and everyone else knows it (they really don't I'm just trying to make a point). There was no mistaking the smile that could be heard in his voice. I dislike being toyed with, methuselah.

'Theres no harm in playing with toys that aren't yet broken, my childe'

Infuriating being. My anger was spiked to all new degrees thanks to my ever helpful guide, and I found myself walking away from my cheating lover. He continued to call after me ,but not once did I look back at him. My pride would be in shambles if he manages to get me back into his arms again.

'Your confidence preceeds you childe'

Tears started to form in my eyes. The frustration of just hearing Alucard's mocking voice was giving me a headache. I shoved him to the back of my mind as hard as I could, and smirked pleasantly when I heard his grunt of pain.


Smoke swirled around the room in whisps. The smell of our sex lingered tantalizingly in his room, I don't think he minded. His sheets, a little sweaty and sticking to my body was ripped away from me and I was shoved out of the bed. Landing gracefully on my feet, I covered my breast away from his eyes.

"Shower is down the hall to your right. It'd do you some good to use it"

I narrowed my eyes at him and he narrowed his back at me. I was starting to forget how we ended up in bed in the first place...


We met at a rather deserted bar. He sat idily with his friends, there were only two of them. They talked quietly as if sharing secrets and the friends glanced at me frequently. I looked at the two of them, nothing special...so I continued to drink from my favorite glass. The forever damned methuselah continued to whisper non-existent, sweet nothing's into my ear, while using the multiple phantom hands to entangle themselves in my tresses and thighs.

Stop it Alucard, your roaming hands are unsightly and frankly rough. Maybe if you were abit softer I wouldn't mind you touching me. I continued to sip from my glass nonchalantly, yes he was being very touchy touchy tonight but he has that right. He's locked away in my mind all day and night so he might as well. It also brings him pain to be cast away, so he reserves the right to touch my body when and as he pleases.

Three red lines appeared up my thighs, I groaned and shoved him with my mind. He laughed playfully.

'Wheres the fun in that? I thought you lived for this type of feeling, the feeling of insecurity and like your teetering on the line of despair and the fullest excitement your body and mind will ever encounter. The risk, the drive, and the lust of it all is what your all about'

I narrowed my eyes, I hated when he read me like that. He always proves his point that way. I sighed, I know who I am and what I do...someone like you doesn't have to remind me.

Trying to take my mind off of Alucard's antics, I stole a glance at the one male glaring at me and talking with the same group of friends that hoped to gain my attention. I didn't need this shit from a guy I didn't even know. Returning the look full force, I slammed my glass on the table and stomped over to them.

The other two friends all of a sudden had something to do and left their friend alone, that's good...now there didn't have to be any other extra casualties.

"Is there a problem?"

My left eye twitched like mad as I peered down at him with a death glare.

"Obviously cretin of hell, is there something that troubles you so much as to glare at me for no reason?"

He rolled his eyes at me and sipped from his glass before replying.

"Don't you have any shame? Wearing a dress like that... Black, short, slightly see through, and an obscenely low neckline. You don't have much to offer" he snorted.

I fumed! I shook with anger, snatched his drink from his hand, and poured it over his head slowly. He sat glaring at me the whole time while letting me pour the drink on him. My eyes betrayed me and traveled over his features, which werent at all that bad—though no one will ever compare to Bernadotte, his body was sculpted out of gold.

Brown shoulder length hair graced and framed his deep blue eyes. A seemingly hard chest peeked up from his v-neck tee and was accompanied by low hanging pants. He snatched my glass from me and soon my dress and hair was soaking wet. Gritting my teeth, I pulled back my hand and put all of my strength into the slap that made his head turn an almost 180 degrees.

He seethed, fire lighting up his eyes as he quickly snatched my wrist up.

"Never. Do. That. Again"

I was a little intimidated, but I didn't show it by continuing to glare up at him. Snatching my wrist away, I stomped towards the exit of the place before falling on my face. Crying out in pain, I looked around for the source of my pain (because it was certainly not because I misplaced my foot) and seethed down at the rather long leg behind me.

Looking up (and ready for a fight) I saw the same deep blue eyes now lit up with laughter.

'Should I kill him for you?'

No! I'd much rather like it if I do it myself, there's nothing more satisfying than a kill that you've achieved with your bare hands. It's more fun that way as well, even more amazing when one has a broad imagination. Deep chuckling and a sigh.

"You'll forever amuse me, my childe"

His voice faded and I could tell he was done for the night, and wouldn't talk to me until morning or that night. Running my hand through my hair, I peered up at my advisary and shoved my finger into his cheek. He winced slightly.

"Don't think I'll forget about this..whoever you are"

He caught my arm just as I was about to leave the place. My brows went up in question. He sipped from another glass (when did he get another glass?) and in his eyes were a hint of amusement and curiousity.

"My name is Michael, the next time I see you you don't have the right to not know me"

A warm ,but noticeable blush graced itself across my cheeks. Snatching my wrist away, I turned back towards the door.

"Seras" I muttered.

I could hear the smirk in his voice. "It was a pleasure"


We hated eachother to the point where one wished death upon the other. There was a fire between us, a dangerous one where both of us are likely to be burned severely, but just the thought of that risk was making me feel tingly all over. I loved this feeling, and I was born in touch with that very feeling. Excitement. This man excited me to no end, but I do wonder how long it'll take me to turn him into a bitter and scornful memory.

"Well your one to talk. You don't smell that great either"

He narrowed his eyes even more and got out of the bed. Stark naked, he walked over to me and looked down at me. Ignoring his muscular chest, I squared off with him while angrily peering up into his eyes.

"Well if that's how your going to play I'm using it first"

He shoved me out the way and I chased him down the hallway towards the bathroom. The water in the shower came on automatically once the bathroom light came on and a loud grunt came from his lips. Walking in, I saw him slip and land straight on his neck.

I laughed loudly and took that as my chance to hightail it to the shower. Before I even stepped foot in the shower, I felt him grab my ankle and pull. I screamed all the way down on the collision course to my face. Groaning in pain, I saw him get in the shower and grin at me maniacally.

"Asshole" I muttered.

His eyes softened a bit and he stepped out of the shower, helping me up.

"We would kill two birds with one stone if we were both in there"

I nodded and took a rather peaceful shower with him.


A/N: Sooooo...maybe she is a whore. I'm not sure yet. But if you guys hadn't noticed, this girl lives and breathes excitement (sorta reminds me of myself ,MINUS the sleeping with multiple dudes part, I do love to have fun though and I'm easily bored) so if where she's putting her nose doesn't give her what she needs she has no concious of moving on to greener pastures, even if it is for a little while.