Dreams are made winding through her hair,
Dreams are made winding through her hair.
Her breaths were short, yet softer than before. She was sweetly full; and already she could feel the strength returning to her. Yet, with that, the puncture marks on her neck began to give a soft, sensual burn.
Alucard still sat quietly by her, licking his lips of any excess. He had only chuckled as she struggled to down the glass in less than a second. After she had finished, he rose.
The winding. All over again. He winded the pathephone over, and over, and the clicks and whirs began again. The needle scratched the surface of the record, before it began to play. It was like a mantra; it filled her mind with the music and the music alone; the only other thoughts she had were of her master, and yet the music continued to play.
The record had grown worn from the sharp needle, and so every now and then the playing of the record would slow as it struggled over a groove - creating a less than appealing, haunting tune. She had played it every day, all the time. When it was done, she would wind, and wind, and wind, and then listen to the record again. Over, and over, and over, until all she could think of was that music.that tune.that. silent whispering within the notes.
She was lost again. The inside of her mouth burned with the touch of his saliva and her body ached from the need that had only seconds ago been fulfilled. If only she had taken his blood when he offered. She could have been free from the 'life' he had given her.
Ceres remembered vaguely. the night that she had been changed. When her true blood had been taken and replaced by blood that turned her thirsty for it - needy for it. Alucard. He could have just killed them both, without regard. He could have left her on the steps of the church to die along with the priest. Just to die, and be gone from the face of the world.
"It was. my choice." She murmured, through tired lips and slurred words. The music seemed to be louder, haunting, consuming. She wanted it all to just end. She wanted it all to just be over. She was tired of the killing, the fighting, and the wounds that she and Alucard would acquire.
"Why is Sir Integra your master?" Ceres fought the music, just this once, to ask her question. She could see the posture in Alucard's form change, before he blew out the candles. The room was surrounded in complete darkness. "Why did you hold me, in my dreams? Why did you go through this? Tell me why, Alucard. I need to."
"You do not need to understand, merely to believe."
"I need to understand in order to believe."
"Your human side is saying that."
"At least I have a human side left."
Alucard whistled softly under his breath. "Not bad, Ceres Victoria. Not bad at all."
"I'm not a piece of glass, you know. And I'm not just a police girl. I need to know you."
"Do you?"
"Stop. contradicting me, Alucard."
"Do not give me orders, Police Girl."
"Master."
"Quiet. Just listen, Ceres. Quiet your thoughts and listen."
"I can't."
"You can, and you will."
Her breaths were short, yet softer than before. She was sweetly full; and already she could feel the strength returning to her. Yet, with that, the puncture marks on her neck began to give a soft, sensual burn.
Alucard still sat quietly by her, licking his lips of any excess. He had only chuckled as she struggled to down the glass in less than a second. After she had finished, he rose.
The winding. All over again. He winded the pathephone over, and over, and the clicks and whirs began again. The needle scratched the surface of the record, before it began to play. It was like a mantra; it filled her mind with the music and the music alone; the only other thoughts she had were of her master, and yet the music continued to play.
The record had grown worn from the sharp needle, and so every now and then the playing of the record would slow as it struggled over a groove - creating a less than appealing, haunting tune. She had played it every day, all the time. When it was done, she would wind, and wind, and wind, and then listen to the record again. Over, and over, and over, until all she could think of was that music.that tune.that. silent whispering within the notes.
She was lost again. The inside of her mouth burned with the touch of his saliva and her body ached from the need that had only seconds ago been fulfilled. If only she had taken his blood when he offered. She could have been free from the 'life' he had given her.
Ceres remembered vaguely. the night that she had been changed. When her true blood had been taken and replaced by blood that turned her thirsty for it - needy for it. Alucard. He could have just killed them both, without regard. He could have left her on the steps of the church to die along with the priest. Just to die, and be gone from the face of the world.
"It was. my choice." She murmured, through tired lips and slurred words. The music seemed to be louder, haunting, consuming. She wanted it all to just end. She wanted it all to just be over. She was tired of the killing, the fighting, and the wounds that she and Alucard would acquire.
"Why is Sir Integra your master?" Ceres fought the music, just this once, to ask her question. She could see the posture in Alucard's form change, before he blew out the candles. The room was surrounded in complete darkness. "Why did you hold me, in my dreams? Why did you go through this? Tell me why, Alucard. I need to."
"You do not need to understand, merely to believe."
"I need to understand in order to believe."
"Your human side is saying that."
"At least I have a human side left."
Alucard whistled softly under his breath. "Not bad, Ceres Victoria. Not bad at all."
"I'm not a piece of glass, you know. And I'm not just a police girl. I need to know you."
"Do you?"
"Stop. contradicting me, Alucard."
"Do not give me orders, Police Girl."
"Master."
"Quiet. Just listen, Ceres. Quiet your thoughts and listen."
"I can't."
"You can, and you will."