CHAPTER ONE: NO, THANKS, I DON'T SMOKE.
Integra's POV
It's morning and I don't feel like getting up. The people here avoid me like a plague. Is this how they supposed to treat someone who lost all her memory? I can't remember a thing even after a month of recuperation. Oh hell, what am I thinking how can I recover in this kind of room with these kind of people? That guy, what is his name? Yeah, my supposedly steward Walter placed me in this room and only brings me my meals, he doesn't talk much except to politely asked me what I wanted and such. He always seem edgy to me and weird, one time he looked around him as if he was doing something really secretive and handed me this cigar. CIGAR?! What am I going to do with a fucking cigar?
"You do want this, though its against the doctor's orders, I slipped one for you." He whispered, his eyes darting to the door and into my face.
"I don't want that." I said in a polite manner.
He blinked once and twice then stared at the cigar and back to me. "Cigar, Integra. This is cigar. CIGAR!"
"Yeah, I know that it is a cigar but I don't want it. You can smoke that if you want to."
Walter looked as if I lost my mind. "Are you sure?"
"So sure." I replied my patience starting to wear out.
He straightened his shoulders and started to walk away mumbling something about amnesia erasing my personality.
Other than that, there's that Alucard guy. He slips into my room every night and checks on me whenever I am asleep or pretending to be asleep. He would pace around the room for a while and sit on my bed. His weight would naturally tip the bed to his side and with the law of gravity I would roll close to him, my body pressing to his. Sometimes I think he does it on purpose, I mean he is practically jumping to my bed to make me roll to him whenever he goes for a visit. Maybe he still thinks that I am drugged just like the first few weeks of my recovery that's why he kept on doing that.
But then, that's a ritual I've grown accustomed to. It's comforting to know that someone checks up on me every night. I've never actually seen him fully except his back when I stole a peek while he drags himself about my room. Hell, have I mentioned how cold and unfeeling my room is. It's so dull, so lifeless. It's like a boring old man's room. All there is to it are ancient books like Machiavelli's "The Prince" or books about religion and war, some portraits of unknown people and lumpy antique furniture. Even my dresser is empty, no make-ups just a comb and a unisex cologne. COLOGNE not perfume and I wonder do I really own and live this kind of life. If it so, then I must be living a very horrible one.
Ok, now going back to that Alucard guy, I don't have memories of him just like towards everything and everyone in this mansion. I don't even know my name the first time I woke up with amnesia. But I am really interested about him especially about his eyes, the color of blood and his faint smell of gunpowder, blood and roses. Yeah, roses, he smelled of that for some reason that I don't understand. But that smell lulled me back to sleep on the wee hours of the morning when I am troubled by my past that I forgot and the future that is so unclear to me.
Suddenly, there was a rap on the door. My doctor's head popped in and he gave me the most gracious smile as he slipped inside my room.
"You're looking rather well today, Sir Integra." He commented standing before my bed and clasping his hands together.
"Yes, I am feeling better." I answered with a grin.
Still, even after a month of his constant check-up on me his eyes would pop out whenever I smile at him (Mental note to self: Find out if I am a crabby) it's like as if a rare phenomena. Whatever it is, I won't let that bother me smiles after all are free and should be given to people whom you should feel giving it to.
After his shock over my smile, he straightened himself and said in his most cheerful voice that I am fully healed and I could resume my normal activities.
Oh yeah! Finally I could get out of this stuffy room and redecorate it. I can finally start getting to know some people! And with that the doctor left. I waited till I heard the door click behind him and I let out a loud whoop of joy.
Finally, the day! Now, all I have to do is dress and I am off to explore this mansion, the people and that Alucard guy.
Hmm, now for that dress. what the? I opened the massive cabinet only to find rows and row of men clothes, green pants, ties and -argh! The horror! I've been dressed like this!
Integra's POV
It's morning and I don't feel like getting up. The people here avoid me like a plague. Is this how they supposed to treat someone who lost all her memory? I can't remember a thing even after a month of recuperation. Oh hell, what am I thinking how can I recover in this kind of room with these kind of people? That guy, what is his name? Yeah, my supposedly steward Walter placed me in this room and only brings me my meals, he doesn't talk much except to politely asked me what I wanted and such. He always seem edgy to me and weird, one time he looked around him as if he was doing something really secretive and handed me this cigar. CIGAR?! What am I going to do with a fucking cigar?
"You do want this, though its against the doctor's orders, I slipped one for you." He whispered, his eyes darting to the door and into my face.
"I don't want that." I said in a polite manner.
He blinked once and twice then stared at the cigar and back to me. "Cigar, Integra. This is cigar. CIGAR!"
"Yeah, I know that it is a cigar but I don't want it. You can smoke that if you want to."
Walter looked as if I lost my mind. "Are you sure?"
"So sure." I replied my patience starting to wear out.
He straightened his shoulders and started to walk away mumbling something about amnesia erasing my personality.
Other than that, there's that Alucard guy. He slips into my room every night and checks on me whenever I am asleep or pretending to be asleep. He would pace around the room for a while and sit on my bed. His weight would naturally tip the bed to his side and with the law of gravity I would roll close to him, my body pressing to his. Sometimes I think he does it on purpose, I mean he is practically jumping to my bed to make me roll to him whenever he goes for a visit. Maybe he still thinks that I am drugged just like the first few weeks of my recovery that's why he kept on doing that.
But then, that's a ritual I've grown accustomed to. It's comforting to know that someone checks up on me every night. I've never actually seen him fully except his back when I stole a peek while he drags himself about my room. Hell, have I mentioned how cold and unfeeling my room is. It's so dull, so lifeless. It's like a boring old man's room. All there is to it are ancient books like Machiavelli's "The Prince" or books about religion and war, some portraits of unknown people and lumpy antique furniture. Even my dresser is empty, no make-ups just a comb and a unisex cologne. COLOGNE not perfume and I wonder do I really own and live this kind of life. If it so, then I must be living a very horrible one.
Ok, now going back to that Alucard guy, I don't have memories of him just like towards everything and everyone in this mansion. I don't even know my name the first time I woke up with amnesia. But I am really interested about him especially about his eyes, the color of blood and his faint smell of gunpowder, blood and roses. Yeah, roses, he smelled of that for some reason that I don't understand. But that smell lulled me back to sleep on the wee hours of the morning when I am troubled by my past that I forgot and the future that is so unclear to me.
Suddenly, there was a rap on the door. My doctor's head popped in and he gave me the most gracious smile as he slipped inside my room.
"You're looking rather well today, Sir Integra." He commented standing before my bed and clasping his hands together.
"Yes, I am feeling better." I answered with a grin.
Still, even after a month of his constant check-up on me his eyes would pop out whenever I smile at him (Mental note to self: Find out if I am a crabby) it's like as if a rare phenomena. Whatever it is, I won't let that bother me smiles after all are free and should be given to people whom you should feel giving it to.
After his shock over my smile, he straightened himself and said in his most cheerful voice that I am fully healed and I could resume my normal activities.
Oh yeah! Finally I could get out of this stuffy room and redecorate it. I can finally start getting to know some people! And with that the doctor left. I waited till I heard the door click behind him and I let out a loud whoop of joy.
Finally, the day! Now, all I have to do is dress and I am off to explore this mansion, the people and that Alucard guy.
Hmm, now for that dress. what the? I opened the massive cabinet only to find rows and row of men clothes, green pants, ties and -argh! The horror! I've been dressed like this!