I will not be specifying a movie, but who cares what they were watching? The focus won't be on the screen anyway. And it may be just a little bit like stalking, but who hasn't done this when their younger sibling is on a date? We all know we have. (I'm speaking rhetorically, because my sister is only eight years old, but I'll be there when she does, you can bet on that) The snow melted, thank god. I tell you, it's tolerable in early spring, but MAY? You are crossing the line Mother Nature. I looked up (and I swear I'm not making this up) the poem in my mom's copy of Obscure Poetry by even more Obscure People. Sad, isn't it?
Soarece's POV:
I was really unsure of myself as we walked to the movies. Techno seemed content to babble about nothing, and I answered, but inside I was writhing in agony. Did I overdress? I think I did, how embarrassing, does he care? Does he think I'm some kind of diva? Did I make him think he underdressed? Has he changed, and this is really some big prank? I yelped, aware he asked me something. "What!?" he raised his eyebrows. "See that one guy over there?" he said, pointing to a guy outside a café, looking nervously at a girl sitting opposite him. "Watch this." He flicked something at them, and it landed on the girl's hand. She looked down, and shrieked, quickly shaking her hand to get it off.
The man tried calming her down, and she clung to his arm, obviously trying to calm herself. I looked at him, outraged, but he held up his hand. "Give it a moment…" I looked back, seeing the man calm her down, then they both laughed. A few moments later they were talking animatedly, leaning close to each other. Techno turned to me. "Another first date awkward party broken up by yours truly." He said, giving me a thumbs up. I stared at him, agog. "How did you do that? They were both being so stiff and then you-, and then they-, HOW?" he cracked his knuckles, grinning.
"Simple psychology. When on a first date, the man's first instinct is to impress the woman. Women, confronted with something with the appearance of a bug on their hand, will try to get it off. Thus, the hand movement, usually accompanied by a shriek, the male wishes to help. The female is embarrassed. She tries to play it off, the male pounces on the opportunity to start a conversation, and soon they are laughing at each other's jokes. The ice is broken." I raised my eyebrows. "And are you going to use any of that psychology on me?" He pretended to look horrified, and put a hand on his chest. "Madam, I am hurt. Not only would it be the lowest betrayal to do that to one's own date, but my tricks usually require being an observer."
I giggled. "Are you some kind of poet?" He glanced around carefully. "Do you swear never, ever tell this to anyone, ever?" I nodded carefully. He bent his head close to mine and whispered. "Secretly, I read a lot of Old English poems, like Shakespeare and stuff. Don't tell anyone, please." I grinned at him. "I promise. Do you make up poems, or just read them?" He blushed bright red, something I was glad I didn't do anymore. "Sometimes I make up stuff." He mumbled, avoiding eye contact. I smiled. "Can I hear one?" He blushed deeper, then rummaged around in his pocket. "Here." He muttered, shoving a scrap of paper at me. I looked at it, wondering if he was any good.
" A fire burns on our Christmas tree, children run around in glee. The walls have been hung with men, not stockings, and the police are at the door knocking. The air is reeking if beer and wine, and presents are doused with it, none of them mine. Our friends are fighting like cats and dogs, grunting all the while like stricken hogs. The city has warrants for our arrest, and moonshined liquor is proved the best. And to think, the cause of the police, the drunken men, the fighting friends, the spilled drink, the fiery tree, all of it, every bit, was caused by me." I looked back up at him. "Is this a confession?" he grinned, holding his hand out for it.
"Ha ha, very funny. No, it's just a little scribble I was working on." I handed it back to him. "I'm no poet but it sounds cool enough to me." He blushed slightly. "Thanks. Oh, hey, we're here." I looked up, seeing the theater loom above us. "Oh. Great." I said, feeling a bit disappointed. He patted my shoulder slightly, looking cheerful. "Don't worry, we have the whole day to talk! Did I ever tell you about the time I was driving in Romania and…" we walked in, getting our food and tickets, and I felt just a little bit better.
Zara's POV:
I looked at Alucard, who was pacing back and forth in dog form. "Got fleas?" I teased, seeing his impatience. He sighed heavily, or the dog equivalent. Your blood is more potent than I thought. I feel like I have… what's the term? I think you humans call it a sugar rush. I need to do something, not all this waiting. It's making me antsy. Irolled my eyes. "Calm down, take a deep breath, and think of mass-murdering a whole crowd of vampires and the Vatican." He sighed, dropping his head down in bliss. Much better. How am I killing them? I looked at Techno and Soarece, who seemed to be enjoying themselves nicely. "I don't know. Stabbing them through the heart with your hand, shooting their legs out from under them and then draining them, tearing them apart with your familiars, you figure it out."
He grinned toothily up at me, wagging his tail. You tell it better. Go on, I want to hear a better description. I sighed, trying to think of something as I watched Soarece and Techno for interesting developments. "Maxwell's running scared like a girl, Heinkel is emptying all his clips into you without effect, and Yumiko is guarding his back before you kill them both with Rip Van Winkle. Then Anderson comes in and you shoot his legs out, but he crawls towards you, sticking his bayonets into the ground in his desperation. You bite his head off and blow him up with the Jackal, then you go after Maxwell. You somehow manage to turn him into a vampire and dump him in the middle of the Iscariot's base when he's in a blood craze."
He barked happily, laying his head in my lap. I like that story. What do I do with Maxwell after that? I rubbed the back of my neck. "Umm, I don't know. Leave Iscariot to finish him off I guess. Or if they don't wait a couple hundred years and then kill him." He wagged his tail. Pet me, someone's wondering about us. I quickly scratched his head, hearing his rumble of pleasure and felling his tail beat against my legs. They're turning, almost out of range…ok, you can stop whenever you want. I immediately stopped, and he gave me a hurt look. Why don't you like petting me?
I glared at him. "I hate dogs, remember?" He gave me the full power of the puppy dog eyes, and I stared back at him, unfazed. "You do realize that extends to puppies too, so I would be happy a puppy is sad. That won't work on me." He growled, pushing his nose into the crook of my arm. Pet me already. Pretend I'm a cat or something. I raised my eyebrows. "You do realize how silly that sounds? The great Alucard, No-Life King, begging me to pet him. You sound ridiculous." He glared up at me, multiple eyes flashing into view all over him. I snickered, gently stroking his head, and he immediately arched his back, rubbing against my chair. His eyes all disappeared, and he rumbled happily, which was the closest dogs come to purring, I guess.
I abruptly stopped, getting up and following the pair as they moved into the movie theater. He scampered after me, claws clicking on the pavement. That felt good. You should do it more. I rolled my eyes. "How much time do you spend in this form? I've never seen a big black dog around before." He appeared to be shocked by this, and suddenly transformed. He pinned me to a wall, gently grabbing my hand and running it through his hair. "It feels just as good this way, you know." He grinned at me, then shifted back into a dog. I rummaged around for a second, then hit him on the nose with a rolled-up newspaper. "Bad vampire. Very bad vampire." He yelped, rubbing his nose with a paw. That hurts oddly out of proportion to its size. Is it made of silver or something?
I rolled my eyes. "It's a newspaper. No silver, but that's been a traditional form of punishment for dogs for hundreds of years. You're lucky we evolved out of using a boot." He growled, rolling his eyes at me in annoyance. Humans. Aren't we following your friend and Techno? I nodded, stepping out by the theater. "Soarece is a vampire, remember, and she'll probably be able to hear us. We'll need to be very quiet and stay in the back of the theater when we get in." he trotted behind me, staying quiet. Don't teach a vampire to suck blood. I know how to be sneaky.
I asked the lady inside for a ticket, and she handed it over, staring at Alucard curiously. He wagged his tail, trying to be as charming as doggily possible. He slid by, barely, and we got into the movie theater. True to my word, we went to the very back, and I kept as quiet as I could, knowing Soarece could smell me very easily if I wasn't careful. Once we got there, I looked for Techno and Soarece, who were at the very front, which made it that much easier to pick them out. My thoughts were interrupted by a long arm snaking around my waist and pulling me next to Alucard. I glared at him.
He looked like he was watching the movie screen, or looking at Techno and Soarece, but he was grinning. "Get off." I whispered, not daring to be louder. He did not bother with speaking and his voice echoed in my mind. I'm still fidgety. I need something to hold on to, and you are right next to me. I snorted. Grab onto the chair, or something like that. You are being distracting, and I need to focus on them. I didn't even need to see his face to tell if he was smirking or not. His free hand began stroking my hair. I distract you? I sighed, trying to wiggle out of his grip. Well, let's see. You are holding me like a teddy bear, petting me, and generally being annoying. That's a wee bit distracting for anyone.
He suddenly leaned forward, then chuckled. Techno just did the yawn-stretch move. I leaned forward with him, and saw Techno's hand draped over Soarece's seat, almost but not quite touching her shoulders. She looked at him piercingly, then shrugged and yanked his arm down and telling him something, before watching the movie with renewed interest. What'd she say? I asked Alucard, since his hearing was much better than mine. She said that that was the lamest move in the book, and if he wanted to put his arm around her he should just do it, instead of dancing around. Then they both blushed. I rubbed my hands together like some evil genius in a movie.
Excellent. What do you think their chances are? He shrugged, peering down at them impassively. It might work. It might not. I personally find the whole affair boring. I like our date much better. If it wouldn't have given us away, I would have shrieked in indignation. LISTEN YOU, THIS IS IN NO WAY A DATE! AND IF YOU SO MUCH AS SUGGEST THAT AGAIN I WILL STAB YOU WITH BLESSED SILVER! He smirked, apparently unfazed by my threat. Then why haven't you done so already? I have given you multiple good reasons for it. You like me too much to stab me. Persons of excellent hearing, who were not occupied by their date, might have heard the muffled shriek accompanied with a slight drip of blood that followed that remark, but it otherwise escaped notice.
That hurt. Did you have to hit me there? Alucard prodded the gaping wound in his shoulder and winced. I sat in my seat, scowling. I could have done a heck of a lot more to you. I suggest you not make wise cracks in future, especially concerning my relationship with you. He sighed, and then abruptly pulled me into his lap. But I like to, you get so cute when you're in a murderous rage. I wiggled, trying to hit his shoulder wound, which had already healed over. Cheater. He grinned, not caring at all. I froze, seeing Soarece doing something below us. My sudden movement caught Alucard's interest as well, and he leaned forward.
She was hugging Techno, who was patting her back, looking amused. I raised my eyebrows. Do you think they like each other? He tapped the arm of the chair thoughtfully. They are both laughing inside, like it was a joke, but they seem to be warming up to one another. I tugged on his sleeve. "C'mon then, let's go. I've seen all I need to see." He quickly grabbed my arm and phased through the wall as Soarece whipped around to glare at the back.
Soarece's POV:
I turned, thinking I heard Zara's voice. I shook my head rapidly. Just hearing things, that's all. Techno, whose arm was still around my shoulder, commented casually. "You know, hearing voices is one of the ten signs of raving insanity." I giggled. "What are the other ten signs?" He appeared to be in deep though for a moment, then answered "One, talking to yourself. Two, seeing things that aren't there. Three, hearing things that aren't there. Four, feeling things that aren't there. Five, having a really weird voice. Six, saying random things like they make perfect sense. Seven, going on a date with me. Eight, letting Alucard stay in your house. Nine, challenging Captain Pip to a drinking contest. Ten, umm, you know, I completely forgot what ten was. It's not too bad, you have only four of the signs. Zara has seven."
I felt interested. "What four do I have, and what one does she have?" He counted them off on his fingers. "You're showing 1, 3, 6, and 7. Zara is and was showing 1, 2, 3, 4, 6, 8, and 9." I snorted. "She actually challenged him to a drinking contest?" he nodded. "Yeah, and get this, she beat him by two shot glasses. Sad, isn't it? She kinda cheated, but who cares?" We continued conversations like this until we left the theater, and all the way home as well. "This was fun." He said as we walked up the driveway. "We should do it again." I nodded. "Yeah, it was. I guess we could, sometime."
We stopped by the side entrance, holding hands, however cheesy that may sound. It didn't stop there. A snicker sounded directly above us, and we both looked up to see Alucard and Seras hanging on the roof. Alucard surveyed us calmly as Seras laughed into her hand. "I may not be an expert in human customs, but isn't there one involving that plant?" he said, pointing to something hanging from the door way, also directly above us. We looked up and froze.
I don't know how he managed to find mistletoe this far away from Christmas, but there it was, hanging above our heads. We both turned bright red. "I think they're supposed to kiss." Seras said, being much to helpful, for once. "Not Christmas." I managed to say through clenched teeth. Techno nodded enthusiastically. Alucard grinned down at us. "The tradition says nothing about it being Christmas, doesn't it?" we both blushed, and to my horror I heard footsteps coming our way. Alucard and Seras could hear them too. "You might want to hurry." He teased us in a singsong voice.
Out-awkward that, if you will. Vote on whether or not they kiss, I don't care one way or the other. If it's a yes, I will do my best to write in a good scene, but again, I don't care either way. Techno is secretly a poet, who knew? This was blatantly a filler chapter, but all my little plots are coming together. You just wait… Review, Request(I haven't got any more filler ideas), Rcomment(never a problem with you people, it's the middle one you find difficult), Auf Wedersein!
