First night
Alucard ghosted through the wall, arriving in his Master's office, nervous and worried and still giddily happy about his child, to find that Arthur had guests. Irons and Penwood, the only two Lords that would consider visiting, and all of them half-drunk and Arthur more than half.
He restrained himself from hissing with a substantial effort, solidified, and glided forward. The two visiting guests were the first to notice him, and voices fell immediately silent as they watched the looming monster and his red-eyed gaze, currently fixed on Arthur.
Arthur noticed the silence, turning from his careful pouring of yet another drink to see Alucard with a look of surprise on his drunken, flushed face. "What're you doing here? You aren't supposed to be here." Voice reprimanding his vampire, he frowned, annoyed.
Alucard glared at his Master. "I had something rather important to speak with you about. Clearly, it will have to wait. In the meantime, you need to order more blood. A new delivery is needed tomorrow." A fanged flash of a smile, aware of how the visitors were receiving his news. "And make it a nice, big delivery." Thoroughly out of sorts, he took two steps and vanished through the wall. In the room for less than a single minute, and he'd left everyone flustered and silent. He smirked at that, but seethed slightly at the knowledge that when he needed to speak to Arthur, his master had gone and gotten drunk.
Then again, it wasn't the first time. And his daughter wasn't going anywhere.
Smirk fading into a pleased smile, he drifted back to his basement rooms and his waiting daughter. A short side trip to the kitchen netted him three bottles of blood, leaving a single meager bottle for the next evening. But he needed a full bottle tonight, maybe a bit more, after creating a child. And Amanda was a newborn, and likely to need a large meal, too!
They spent the night exploring the basement. As a vampire, Amanda was not content to simply stay hidden away in her room. Her curiosity, "nosiness" as Abraham had called it, was in full bloom. And so they wandered into many dark rooms, some of which he had not been in since his own exploration of his territory.
He was delighted, truly delighted with his child. Her humor bubbled to the surface, her playfulness tempted him to silliness himself. She'd been trapped in a motionless body for so long, and to suddenly find her ability to move, to walk, not only restored but amplified...she positively bounced down the halls. She was as amazed and ecstatic over her ability to walk as she was over her ability to see clearly in the pitch black of the rooms they traveled in, as she was over the sharpness of her ears, picking up the whispering traces of the men arguing far overhead.
Oh, she was a delight. And he'd honestly tried to tell Arthur about her. So he had her all to himself for another full night, no guilt and no worries. And with a grin, he helped her open dusty cupboards and closed-up rooms, snoop and peek and inspect as much of her new home as they could before the rising sun caused her to droop and yawn, and he carried his curly-haired child back to sleep soundly in the coffin. Yes, she'd need her own coffin...but he wasn't going to rush that, either.
Dawn found them curled back up together, smudged and dirty and smiling in their sleep.
