Through my head,
Before you know, Awake.
Through my head,
Before you know,
Before you know I will be waiting all awake.
The days had passed in silence, and she had not moved. She was surrounded in the dank darkness of her room, and had been so for over four days. She could not sleep – the hunger was eating at her insides; causing her to writhe in pain whenever some form of comfort surrounded her. In the night, when she was most awake, she would cry out her pain to four stone walls that only magnified her voice… to bring it back to herself.
Walter had come every 'morning' and 'night' to bring a new bag of blood, which quickly got flushed. It was hard to resist the urge, now – so very hard to fight it. Her mind was filled with thoughts of it; coursing through, warm, sweet, bitter, delicious, filling, sensual… It was all there, and all out of her reach.
Ceres wondered, silently, what exactly would happen when her body could take no more and failed. This brought her to thoughts of hell, which she knew that was her final destination. Would Alucard even care? Why did she even care?
He had tried into her mind, pried, probed… Yet she had not let him through. She did not wish to hear whatever words he wanted to say to her. It was crazy to try and listen… He would convince her, one way or the other, and she could not take that.
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"Police girl."
Sleep… How could I have fallen asleep?
"Police girl."
"Master…"
"Trying to starve yourself? What good will that do you?"
"I told you…"
"That you do not wish to turn out as I have?" She heard his low, deep chuckle in the back of her mind. "You cannot be like me, Ceres. Drink the blood."
"No."
"Do as I say."
"I'm… sorry. I can't. I just can't anymore."
Silence. And she awoke, with a cold sweat upon her body and her breathing rash. Had he been waiting all this time for her merely to fall asleep?
"Ceres Victoria."
Ceres yelped, and jumped; quickly falling off the bed and onto the stone floor with a groan. She was terrified.
"You can't… hurt me… I'll tell…"
"Who would you tell?"
Out of the soft candlelight, she could see his teeth gleam maliciously. The gloss of his hat came from the darkness, before his full body. In one hand, he held a wine glass; save for that it was not wine. She could smell it even from where she lied on the floor.
"Ugh…" She got up to sit down, then pushed herself up and back into her bed.
"Temptation is quite the bitch, isn't it." His grin seemed to only grow wider, as he swirled the contents in the wine glass.
"Why are you doing this?" Her tone was quiet, but angry.
"Because you have disobeyed my wishes." He rose from his comfortable sitting position, and moved to sit next to her on the bed. She tensed, and tried to scoot away, as the smell had only grown stronger.
Alucard held the glass out, right in front of her. "Drink it. It is warmer than what you usually would have. Perhaps you will like it more."
Ceres only shook her head, and tried to move away from what he offered her, yet his arm at her back kept her in her place. She considered struggling, but she already knew it would be to no avail. "Just leave me be…"
"The choice was yours, Police girl."
"And this choice is mine!"
"Not while you serve me." His voice remained cool, as he moved closer to her in order to better hold her in place. Yet she did not drink, and he admired her stubbornness quietly.
Ceres was surprised when he took a small sip, and set the glass down on the floor. He was quiet, and she was as well.
"Mas…" She began, before he sighed as he took off his hat. She wanted him to leave… But a part of her didn't.
It was then she realized that his grip on her had tightened; and he had gotten much closer while she had been silent. Her mouth opened to ask what he was still doing in her room; but it was covered first.
It was not sweet, nor was it chaste. It was not lustful, memorable, wonderfully terrifying, or bitter. It was a horrific experience. His body was warm – his lips were sweetly salty, and her body practically convulsed at the first slight feeling of the blood running down her throat. The hunger seemed to come back tenfold.
His tongue had found its way into her mouth, and she found herself relaxing completely at the wonderful taste of blood… He had forced her. Now that she had had a taste her body was trembling with the need for it.
And just as he had done so – he moved away from her, with his trademark grin that shone like an evil omen in her room.
… All Ceres could do was take the glass from the floor, and drink until there was nothing left. In her heart, she hated him profusely for forcing her into drinking against all her will… And with a kiss.