A/N: Ooooh! Tooth and nail was great! Go effing watch it! I CALLED IT! well Marie did too but we don't care bout that skank.
And, if you're in the mood for a laugh, I suggest the…um…'horror' movie: Piñata; Survival Island.
Funniest thing I've seen. And yes, there is a piñata that kills people. Let me repeat that: a piñata that kills people… HOW DO YOU EVEN COME UP WITH SOMETHING LIKE THAT?!
Things like that make me wish Mystery Science Theater 3000 was still on…did anyone else watch that show? Cause I loved it…
Oh yeah- those starburst spoken about in the last chappie; I unwrapped one with my tongue. I did. Marie and Avery saw it. Just thought you all would like to know that.
How was my day this lovely April 28th? Well, how else can I describe it, other than- TOGA-RIFFIC!
Yeah I had to wear a toga today for extra credit. But it's ok because I got a black sheet. And I put these little silver flowers on it. But it's not ok because I had to walk a block and a half in a toga in the freezing rain. I only wore a cami and a skirt underneath, so I'm quite cold and damp right now…
But…I still got to wear a toga.
AND THE BIOLOGY FUNTIME DISSECTIONS CONTINUE!
It was a perch…and it sucked.
MAY SECOND WAS/IS MY BIRTHDAY! I planned to have this out before then, but…it's been slow writing. The good news is: I get to miss school, I'm taking Marie with me to the aquarium, and I'm getting a new laptop!
I HAS A LAPTOP!
I wish I could calm down, I really do; I hate stress headaches. And recently there have been lots of them clawing at my mind. Little bastards.
If I slept, I probably wouldn't have so many headaches. But I don't know when I can sleep. If I sleep at night, then he will be walking around, and I'll be lying unconscious somewhere. If I sleep during the day, I'll be wandering around at night and I might run into him. Neither of those scenarios is something I'd like to have happen, so I barely sleep.
To stay awake, I'd either waste time on the internet or make these little cranes. I put them in a box, and one day I plan to go out into London, get on the top floor of a building, and throw them all out over the street. Either that or hide them around the mansion. That is, if I wasn't afraid I'd be punished for something like that…
That's the fear that kept me away from everyone. If I did something wrong, they probably wouldn't hesitate to kill me. I wasn't that valuable to the organization; hell, I was costing them money if anything. So I kept away from everyone, especially avoiding those who had tried to directly kill me.
On a side note: I hid my wings when they took the bandages off; I kept knocking stuff over. They still worked, I could move them normally; I didn't try to move them too much though, for it sent hideous waves of pain up my back. My back, by the way, still hurt even without moving my wings. I could feel the new stitches pulling at my skin if I stretched. My neck, on the other hand, wouldn't even heal. If anything touched it, my vision would go black in agony for an instant. But it felt like a pretty long damn instant.
On a second side note: I had regained the ability to speak, but only in a hoarse, painful tone. I didn't tell anyone, but I plan to when I can talk without cringing.
Normally, with a proper supply of caffeine, I wouldn't be this tired. Or rather, I didn't expect to be this utterly exhausted after only three days awake. I didn't think it would be so hard to fall asleep. Now, I didn't often get a full eight hours of sleep, in fact, it only happened twice this month. But I had been doing fine on three hour naps. Lately, however, I could feel him getting closer to me more often, especially just before I fall asleep.
I was lying on a sofa somewhere at about 4:30 in the morning, exhausted but too scared to sleep, when it started to rain. I decided to go lay out on the roof; maybe the rain would put me to sleep, it usually did.
I hopped off the couch (well, more like 'tried to get up and fell' off the couch) and began making my way to the roof. I've learned that if you go up enough stairs in this place, eventually you will reach the roof. It's a good thing that I was on a higher floor too, because even those few flights made me want to pass out.
I opened the door at the top of the steps to find that it was pretty dark and the rain was just picking up from a drizzle. Perfect conditions for sleeping in my opinion.
I stepped into the rain and walked to the edge of the roof. I looked over the ledge at the soggy ground far below. I walked back to the middle of the roof and lied down on my back, closing my eyes against the rain.
I turned onto my side since the rain was getting in my nose, a truly uncomfortable feeling. I shivered as the cold water hit me, but I ignored it as I started to drift off to a much-needed sleep.
I started dreaming. Someone was calling my name. I couldn't place who it was at first, maybe not wanting to remember who it was. The voice got louder, and I couldn't deny it any longer. It was him.
This dream was unusual; normally I could see him in my dreams. And now he was asking weird questions. He was asking me if I was alright, which was weird. These dreams have been, until now, reoccurring, with just little tweaks to them.
Then something changed, not in the dream, but outside. I couldn't tell what it was immediately, then I realized I had stopped feeling the rain. It was strange, I had been trying to block out the feeling for a while. It was like the way one blocks out noise, wanting silence, then looks up in worry only when all sound stops.
I opened my eyes and frowned, not seeing anything. I rolled onto my back and gasped.
He was kneeling over me, a black shadow looming over both of us, blocking out the rain and seeming ready to swallow me whole. I cursed the temperature, which was cold enough to make me fail to notice his presence.
I trembled as I looked up at him, too scared to move.
He seemed to relax his previously tense position as he looked down at me. "Oh, good. I thought you were hurt."
Wait, what? Why would he not want me hurt?
He sighed. "Though if you keep getting your bandages wet you're going to hurt yourself…"
He was worried about me? I sat up, and as soon as I did, sleep deprivation kicked in with some dizziness. He caught me, and quickly but gently lowered me back to the ground.
He looked down at me, smiling slightly but his eyes were sad. What was wrong with him? Was this some sick joke? I backed away a little more.
"I won't hurt you…I promise." He put his hand out "Just…come back inside. If you get those bandages wet you'll get an infection."
I was afraid to trust him. I was afraid of him. I stared at his hand, my exhaustion telling me to take it, but my memory telling me to run.
"Alucard…?"
He was startled; evidently he didn't expect me to be able to talk. "Yes?"
"Am…Am I making the same mistake twice?"
He closed his eyes for a few seconds. "No." he whispered after he opened them again.
I couldn't take hiding anymore. I took a breath and reached my hand out; unable to keep it from trembling. He took it gently and helped me up. When I got to my feet I nearly fell back down as the damn world decided to spin again.
He caught me, looking worried "Pura, how long has it been since you last slept?"
I tried to remember "Three days maybe…"
He murmured something that sounded like 'Ridiculous…' He moved towards me and paused. "Would you mind if I carried you?"
I shook my head; I was about to pass out on the roof, I don't want to clamber down eight more flights of stairs.
He smoothly picked me up and held me against him. I shivered in his grip; fear that it would suddenly tighten and crush me once more. But instead, he loosened his arms, noticing my trembling.
He carried me without speaking down the dim halls, and I began to calm down. Maybe he really didn't want to hurt me anymore. He didn't strike me as one to pretend to be sorry; he wouldn't skip a chance to terrify.
Alucard walked into my room and set me down on my bed, moving the blanket back first. He looked down at me with a sad expression. It seemed so out of place on his features; I had never really seen him without some sort of smirk on his face for more than three minutes.
He began to walk out, and some impulse made me reach out and take hold of his coat. A very confused Alucard turned around.
"Er-yes, Pura?"
"Will…will you stay with me…?" I don't know why I wanted him here. Well, I had an idea, but I didn't much like it. I wanted to know if I would wake up tomorrow if he stayed with me.
"Yes…alright."
I moved over and he sat down on the bed next to me. He lied down over the blankets, pinning them down quite well, and I scooched closer to him. Alucard hesitantly put his arm around me; gauging my reaction. I snuggled against his chest, feeling something familiar.
I felt him inhale, and froze in fear as I remembered he could still smell my blood. It kinda seems like an obvious thing to overlook…
He lifted his head to look at me. "Oh." He ran his fingers through my hair, and I shivered. "Don't worry. I can fight the scent of your blood, you know."
I absently pawed at the loop in his tie. I expected him to stop me, but out of the corner of my eye, I saw him fight back a smile in the near-darkness, the only light source coming from the candlelit hallway.
Then, as if on cue, the candles were either blown out or burnt out, and I was rendered blind. I seemed to have forgotten the reason for my fear of such darkness, because I jumped slightly at the sudden removal of light and hugged Alucard in fear. I realized what I had done quickly, and let go of him, falling back a little. He merely leaned forward and kept me close to him.
This didn't scare me as much as it probably should have. Though it did still make me uneasy.
Alucard either didn't notice or ignored my nervousness and didn't move. He lied holding me, motionless and without saying a word. He was still for so long I thought he might've fallen asleep.
It was then I realized that I had never seen him sleeping, yet he saw me sleeping all the time. Unfair.
I tried to move as little as possible as I looked up at his face after my eyes had adjusted a little to the dark. Evidently, he had fallen asleep. Lying there, his eyes closed and the hair I knew to be unimaginably soft and silky falling over half of his face. He looked…deceptively adorable.
An urge I thought to be long dead resurfaced. I once more, after what seemed like an eternity of hellish terror, wanted to lean up and press my lips to his.
I looked away, bit my bottom lip, and dug my nails into the palms of my hands; trying to suppress the longing to kiss Alucard. It was unhealthy. And by 'unhealthy' I mean 'likely to get me killed this time'.
I glanced back up at him to find that he hadn't been asleep, and was looking curiously at me; his eyes glowing rubies in the shadows.
My heart raced, in fear, but also from the stunning beauty his eyes had always hit me with. But I think a lot of it was in fear.
"You're still awake? You really should sleep, Pura. You're going to make yourself sick." He did sound sleepy…
I tore my eyes away from his mesmerizing stare and looked at his tie again. I didn't want him to hypnotize me…
He was quiet for almost a minute before he spoke again.
"Are you afraid?"
I knew the answer he wanted, but I also knew he didn't want a lie.
"Yes." I whispered.
I felt him sigh. I don't think it was an annoyed sigh, though.
I expected him to go quiet and wait again. So I was surprised when he began to sing.
His mouth was right at my ear, and he softly murmured the song to me. It was a different one then before, but still in a strange language. His beautiful, low voice seemed almost tangible, wrapping gently around me as his arms did and crumbled the fear I felt into nothingness.
I wondered what language the song was, and I nearly asked him, but I stopped before I made a sound. I didn't want to interrupt him.
He stopped anyway. "Yes?"
"What?" I asked, looking up at his smirk and caught off guard.
"You wanted to ask me a question." Well damn, if he knew that much, why didn't he just answer it?
"Oh, right. Um…what language is it?" Well, that question sounded stupid. Could've worded it better…
He chuckled once "Romanian."
I nuzzled into his cold chest, noting how comforting he smelled. "Romanian…" I repeated. "It's beautiful…"
"I think so too." I could tell by his tone of voice that he was genuinely smiling.
He picked the song back up, and I felt my consciousness slipping away along with whatever was left of the fear that I wouldn't wake up tomorrow. I knew it was ridiculous not to be afraid of him after what he's done to me, but right now I was completely at ease. In fact I once again wanted to be around him. I was making another mistake, I was sure. As I drifted to sleep, his baritone voice echoing in my mind, I was in love with him again.
Beta Note: I woke up the following morning, and looked around. My apartment swam into view, and I rubbed my eyes. I shot up and shook my hair out of my face, "Where did Alucard go?"
I rubbed my neck, nothing. I flung my arm over my shoulder and smacked at my back. Nothing.
The phone rang and I answered it, "Hello?"
"Pura, where the hell are you?"
"What the hell do you mean where the hell are you? I don't work at Target anymore."
"What planet do you live on? You worked here as of yesterday."
I dropped the phone; it had all been a dream.
A/N: Look! Look right there!
See the words 'beta note'?
Actually, it had just been 'B/N' but i had to change it because all the people missing it was making me sick. Now I'm writing this in. Next person missing the obvious joke gets slapped. If I honestly have to spell out the joke, I will lose faith in all of you...except the few who have caught it, of course. You guys are still awesome.
People missing it so far: 9
People missing it after 'Beta Note' was written out: 4
People missing it after this explaination: 4