A/N: Hey, I just got my blood donor card in the mail…neat, now I know my blood type. Does it really have to come in a bright red envelope, pasted to a bright red piece of paper, and be bright red? Do they think no one knows what color blood is…? It's red, in case you were wondering.
I smell a troll. Enjoy your furry ears and the bridge you live under!
I GOT A NEW GUINEA PIG! I've named him Chuck Norris. Chuck Norris and Mistah T: they'll fucking stab you.
This chapter took a while. I haven't been happy with some of my recent chapters, because I rushed the ends. I don't wanna do that anymore, so sorry if it takes longer, but if I can keep something from bugging the hell out of me, I'd like to. Also I'm a bit lazy.
Ummm…We had a snow day today. But it wasn't just for the snow. Some kid decided to plan on bringing guns into our school and killing people. The kid got arrested, and now I'm a smidge freaked out.
My dreams were troubled.
Well, tonight they were, anyway. It was about five days after my birthday. When I woke up after that, he was gone, but then again I didn't expect him to stay. Sleeping then would have been going to bed about seven hours early for him.
It didn't make sense…why should I have a nightmare after he finally kissed me? (And on the mouth no less!) But here I was, tormented and locked in some frightening dream.
This nightmare was scary, but not in a direct way. I was lying in the dark somewhere. Something cold and powerful was slowly wrapping around me, binding me up with strong, thick coils of muscle. The thing slithered closer to my neck, and my mind decided now was a great time to wake up.
I hummed sleepily, my eyes still closed. My arm was asleep; I was lying on it. My other arm, however, was stretched up over my head. I groaned and tried to roll over, only to find such an action to be impossible. I couldn't move…and it was getting harder and harder to breathe…
I panicked, realizing I've just woken up to a nightmare. I looked up at what was holding me down; a huge black snake was slowly wrapping around me, its body undulating as it moved to further constrict me.
My free hand flew down to claw the tight coils off, but when I made contact with its shiny black scales, it was as if the snake was made of glue. My arm was stuck to the creature's body, its skin writhing under my own. To my horror, my arm began being pulled down inside the thing, my struggling useless. The pitch-black slowly engulfed my arm; swirling over my skin and making it disappear completely.
I watched in shock, waiting for the pain. None came, and I was startled when I felt my arm touch to my side. It was promptly pressed tight to me under the thing's powerful body.
I whimpered as the snake slid effortlessly around my neck, applying light pressure, as if warning me of the damage it could really do.
It slithered around to face me. It was huge; its head was larger than a human's; easily able to swallow me. I cringed away as its forked tongue flicked out and danced across my face.
A low, dry hiss emanated from the thing, and I screamed. The thick ropes made of pure muscle began to tighten further, every breath forced shorter with each exhale.
A large gloved hand slid across my cheek and clamped over my mouth. My yells were muffled but I didn't stop screaming or struggling.
I became aware of the snake's choking hold loosening. Soon, the serpentine body was gone, vanished into thin air. Well, except for the hand over my mouth and one rock-hard coil which I soon recognized to be an arm, still wrapped around my waist. At the same time I noticed this, I felt the surface my back was pressed to shake lightly, and heard a low, irritating sound.
Alucard's laughter.
I really should have realized he was fucking with me; the black snake, its red eyes, the presence of it in my dreams, freaky melty powers; but I tend to not be very attentive to little details like that when my breathing was being cut off by a nightmarish creature seemingly intent on eating me while I was still screaming.
"What's the matter, Pura? I thought you said you liked snakes." He purred in my ear, his hand now off my mouth and wrapped gently around my neck. "I seem to remember you bristling in annoyance when I said little girls fear such creatures."
"I said I wanted a snake. I didn't say I wanted a snake to eat me." I snapped, and squirmed in his grip. "Why'd you have to do this when I was sleeping anyway?"
"I was merely looking out for you; you fell asleep on the couch. We wouldn't want you to hurt your back, now would we?" He murmured, his voice mocking.
I looked up at him as best I could, giving him a 'Yeah, sure I fucking believe that' type of glare.
Alucard chuckled. He bent my head back and leaned in to my throat, pressing his lips to the side of my neck. "You were lying here, unsuspecting, your innocence showing itself as you dreamed of whatever happy little things humans dream…you looked so deliciously helpless." His smirking lips parted and his cold tongue slid up my neck, following the vein, gliding along my throat with deliberate slowness, just to make me shiver.
It worked, of course.
My body shuddered and my eyes went half-closed. I involuntarily arched my neck to the side, exposing more of my bare throat to him. Alucard tightened his hold on me, a playful growl rumbling in his chest.
"How strange, just a few minutes ago you cowered in fear when I did this…" he chuckled. He nuzzled against my neck, grinning.
As he moved his face back and forth, his smile-exposed fangs made a small slice on the side of my neck.
"Hey…" I protested, trying to wriggle away.
He laughed, his grip staying tight. "Oh no, what have I done?" Right, like this wasn't your plan the entire time… "Allow me to fix you up…it'd be such a shame for your blood to go to waste…" He purred. It was only after it had happened that I realized he had moved to lie on top of me.
Alucard licked up the warm blood that had began to spill down my neck, his hair tickling my skin. His cool lips touched to the cut itself, so gently he could have been kissing my neck. He could have been, until he began drawing blood out of the cut that was evidently far deeper than I had thought. Bastard nicked something vital, didn't he?
I started to feel lightheaded…was he somehow cutting deeper without me knowing?
I whimpered, trying to let him know he was taking too much.
His deep chuckling entered my mind. "Relax, my dear. I'm not going to hurt you."
I still tried to squirm away from him, not believing his assurance. He of course wasn't going to allow that.
"Now now, girl…you wouldn't want to accidentally slit your own throat wide open on my fangs while you're struggling, now would you?" He gently pressed his teeth against my throat; a very efficient way to make me stop whatever I'm doing.
Alucard licked the gash. His tongue lightly prodded the cut, and I yelped quietly. I tried again to twist away from him, but he held me tight to him.
"My, awfully fidgety tonight, aren't you?" he chuckled against my neck.
"Well that hurt…" I mumbled, forcing myself to stop wiggling around and let him heal my neck.
"Fear and pain make humans taste even better." He growled evilly, and slid his tongue over my throat again. I suppose it worked out well for him, because I'm pretty freaked out now; terrified about how far he would push the 'pain' part.
He laughed quietly at my nervousness and continued closing the wound on my neck. Of course he took his time, and every second I felt more and more tired from the blood loss.
The cut (more like a slit throat at this point) finally stopped bleeding and he moved to stand, picking my sleep-deprived and rather dizzy self with him. I looked up at him, (but only because my head was propped against his arm; I was too lightheaded to willingly move) to see him slowly licking my blood off his lips.
"Where are you taking me…?" I asked, sounding like I was drugged.
"I'm taking you back to your room. It's late and you weren't asleep for very long." He began walking, refraining from melting through the floor; I suppose to keep me from getting sicker.
I closed my eyes and leaned against him. "You're just being nice so I let you bite me…"
He chuckled. "You may be right."
I glared as best I could at him; this tactic proved ineffective and I closed my eyes again. Really, this bothered me. It gave more credit to the 'Alucard only cares about my blood' theory. But, then again, why would he go through all the trouble to make me happy and not just help himself as he pleases? Maybe he just finds it amusing that I think I have control over what he does.
I was set down on my bed and Blankets were pulled over me. Wow, we were here already?
I peered hazily at the clock; 4:30 A.M. Hm, he was right; it was late and I had been sleeping for less than an hour. I looked up at him, wondering if he would just leave or keep me company.
In my dazed state I was completely unable to attempt to hide my thoughts from him, so he was almost definitely reading them.
He smirked and peered down at me, a low 'hmm' noise echoing ominously off the stone walls.
"Alright then. It's early, but I suppose that's a fair trade for your blood." He purred, and laid down, wrapping one arm around my waist and pulling me closer.
It was always hard to find a sane balance of unease and happiness when I was close to him. Was this vampire trying to be kind because he liked me, or because he wanted to get lull me into a false sense of security before drinking the rest of my blood? Whenever he tasted my blood, I was always terrified he would snap and want to finish me off.
Despite my fears, I couldn't help but cuddle against his cold side. I knew he liked it, or, at least, I think he did. He made a low, content hum, and pulled me up to half-lie on his chest, which was fine with me. Alucard leaned his head back and closed his eyes, his thumb rubbing little circles on the middle of my back.
I nuzzled against the bloodthirsty monster's chest, getting comfortable in his grasp. I relaxed and let the exhaustion that accompanied blood loss overtake me, my muscles going slack.
Alucard chuckled and tightened his grip, almost as if he was hugging me. However, I don't know if Alucard ever intentionally 'hugged' anyone without weighing the pros and cons of snapping them in half.
"So fragile…" he murmured "yet, so trusting. You relax around a monster that makes you scream in fear on a regular basis, not to mention the multiple times I've tried to kill you. I can't imagine how you can even begin to consider sleeping."
"I'm probably just a tad insane." I mumbled, already half-asleep.
"Mm, that's a good point." He laughed "Of course I suppose I'm the same way; ignoring my nature and letting you continue to live."
Exhaustion kept me calm as he spoke things that would normally put me on edge. I yawned slightly and closed my eyes; my breathing and the quiet, even thud of my own heartbeat in my ears the only sounds penetrating the inky black dungeon, sounds which Alucard no doubt heard too.
He sighed contentedly and I felt him relax.
And that's how I fell asleep. Cuddled up against the ancient vampire I feared and loved.
I shifted under the pleasantly warm covers, not willing to open my eyes yet. I moved a little more, making sure nothing was trying to eat me this time.
All I felt was Alucard's arm securely around me. This didn't exactly rule out my concern. I slowly opened my eyes, preparing for something completely insane to greet me.
Luckily, there was nothing of the sort. I looked up at Alucard, to find him staring down at me, eyes glowing faintly, a slight smirk on his lips.
"Good morning." I said softly, stretching my stiff neck to the side.
"Good evening. My dear, you have no sense of time." He chuckled, and placed two fingers on the side of my neck.
Fear made my heart skip a beat when he started pressing. I was about to start struggling, when my neck cracked, the ache immediately disappearing. He laughed at my momentary terror and pulled his hand away.
I gave a half-hearted huff at the joy my terror brought him. It was too early (late?) to get up and do things, so I snuggled back against him and relaxed for a little while. Alucard didn't seem to mind, and gently ran his hand through my hair.
He continued petting me, cold fingertips grazing my neck.
Sometime later we had both gotten up and were now in the kitchen. I had a bowl of cereal and Alucard was drinking blood.
"By the way, I seem to forget the reason you mentioned why you didn't want a snake. Care to remind me?" Alucard purred. Like hell he forgot. He didn't forget anything.
He was setting a trap for me. Somehow. I of course had no choice but to walk into it, I being one who wasn't that skillful in dancing around a question. "Because I didn't want to feed it mice…" I said warily.
"Oh? Why not?" he asked with a wicked grin.
"Because they're too cute and helpless. I'd drop the mouse in and immediately try to save it and get bitten by either the snake of the mouse. Or both."
"Ah, but such is nature. Mice are prey to snakes, you'd rather the snake starve?" He kept smiling in that unsettling way of his. God I hate it. Then again I love it.
"Or maybe the snake just makes friends with the mouse and creeps her out every frigging day…" I muttered. "Anyway I just can't send a little mouse to its death. I'm pretty sure I'd cry."
"You eat meat. An animal died for that."
I sighed and pushed my cereal away. Taking about dead animals isn't exactly good breakfast discussion.
"What's with the in-depth investigation? And it's already dead, the animal didn't really suffer. Unlike snakes. And you." He ruined my breakfast; I get a shot at him.
Unfortunately his smirk didn't waver. "And what makes my feeding habits so different than yours? Other than the species, of course. My victims don't suffer for very long."
I got up and threw the soggy remainder of my cereal away and put the bowl in the sink. I turned back to him. "Because I don't generally like my food kicking and screaming, thanks."
I blinked and he was in front of me, his long coat swishing around, seeming to wrap around my legs. He grabbed my wrists and twisted them behind my back, leaning his face close to mine, grin-exposed fangs dangerously close.
"But the kicking and screaming is the best part" He purred, his cold breath on my face.
I tensed, shock-widened eyes locked into his. I tried to tear my wrists out of his grasp; it felt like pushing my arms against steel.
"Ah, yes, just like that." He chuckled "Why don't you try shrieking for help? I wonder if anyone will hear you…" He tilted his head and brushed his lips against my neck.
I whimpered and struggled more, now free from his paralyzing stare. His body shook slightly with laughter, and he pressed his lips to my neck, this time, in an actual kiss.
I flinched in shock, though it was only a quick little peck. Since the first time he kissed me, I hadn't said anything and neither had he. I was too shy about it and he, presumably, didn't think it was such a big deal.
He moved down and laid his ear over my racing heart, still holding me hostage and still chuckling quietly.
He soon released me, disappearing upon doing so. I was left alone; dazed and confused in the kitchen.
He tricked me into letting him bite me before I went to bed.
A/N: hmmm, what could Alucard really want from her? Lurve or blood? GUESS, DAMN YOU! AHAHA! DANCE, PUPPETS, DANCE! (cough cough, lolwut?) Sorry, I just wanted to know how it felt to say that to someone. It feels good.
That aside, forgive for the atrociously long wait. Distraction, holidays, thinking about later more emotionally-damaging-for-Pura chapters, and plain ol' laziness.
Cut to three days later. Cue small amounts silliness.
Alucard had been out on a mission all frigging night. He made me stay home for some reason, and I was bored out of my skull.
Alucard was the single most confusing person I have ever spent any amount of time with. He's been acting kindly, switching with unnatural speed to terrifying me, then leaving and essentially ignoring me. This happened often, and I have no idea what to make of it. Maybe he's just trying to screw with me; it's not like he hasn't done so before.
A tap on my shoulder made me whip around with a frightened squeak. Of course it was Alucard, looking down at me with a smirk, but something else was in his eyes.
"Why must you do these things!?" I asked, hand clutching at my heart.
"Because your reactions are so amusing." He turned and started walking down a hallway. "Come along." He called back.
I jogged to catch up with him, confused. "What? Where are we going? And why?"
He just kept walking, not saying a word, his infuriating smirk not giving any clues.
We walked for what seemed like forever, but time was slowed by my impatience.
We reached my room's closed door. Alright what the hell is going on?
"Go in." He commanded.
I complied, watching him cautiously as I opened the door and walked into the darkened room. I flicked on a lightswitch. When the light came on, my eyes were looking across my room to my dresser.
"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO!?" I cried out in horror.
"What?" he asked confusedly, and walked in. "Oh…" he said once he saw the blood-filled fishbowl, tiny specks of glittery scales floating around disturbingly.
I looked at him, my expression a mix of horror, disgust, and shock.
"I just got you a fish to replace your old one…"
"The-the same kind?" A betta fish?
"Yes."
Oh no… "How many did you put in there…?"
"Five."
I put my hand over my mouth. Part of me wanted to laugh; of course Alucard had no idea as to the habits of fish. It was just silly. The other part of me wanted to continue to give him shocked looks. "Alucard betta fish kill each other. A lot."
"Yes, I see that." He growled. I understood that if I laughed, my head would be divorced from its happy marriage with my neck.
Alucard picked up the fishbowl and left, muttering angrily about how he was going to maim the pet-store owner who sold him the fish without telling him they'd kill each other.
I didn't say anything about wanting a pet after that day.
A/N: For the third time, I beg for your forgiveness for the hideously long wait.
Merry Christmas, people. Or whatever you celebrate.
