Chapter seven

As Sal's eyes tried to adjust to the lack of light, Sal noticed the shadows being strangely different. She couldn't help but look at them, as they changed before her eyes into a tall shape, even darker than said shadows. It loomed over her, and seemed to devour her just by being there. Sal tried to move, but couldn't, and she got scared. She tried to say something, but found she couldn't. Then she tried to scream! Nothing. Not a sound, but that of the wind outside. The shape took form, and she recognized him.

Alucard! But what does he want from me? Sal thought to herself, as the vampire moved closer to the bed.

'Hello, young woman. Nice to see that you are so nicely settled in.' Alucard said, as he looked with admiration at the red silk pyjamas, and probably at what lay underneath. Sal tried once more to back away from him, but his gaze held her where she was. He stretched out a hand and touched her face, then slowly traced a line down to her neck.

'For some time now, I have wondered where you came from. Not to mention how you got here. And all of sudden, it appeared to me, that maybe that wasn't so important as the fact that you are here. Who knows when you will vanish again…'

That look, that had pinned her down now lifted her up and she walked slowly towards him, her mind trying with all its power to break the strong lock he held on it. And then she was standing right in front of him, then into his arms she fell. They encircled her waist, and held her tight, his stare ever fixed on her eyes. She was helpless. He had rapped her brain in a fog, and though her eyes noticed everything, she saw nothing at all. She was trapped in the darkness of her own mind, and she didn't even have the power to hate it.

His face moved ever closer to hers, whispering things to her that she couldn't really hear. Probably more for his own comfort. His head lowered, and he nibbled at her neck ever so softly, barely touching her skin. Then, very slowly, prolonging the moment until he could bare it no longer, he sunk his teeth into her flesh.

Pain! Where is all this pain coming from? I, I…can't see! I CAN'T SEE! WHERE AM I! WHAT'S GOING ON! MOM! WHERE ARE YOU? HELP ME, PLEASE!

It's so dark in here.

Suddenly, the door burst open!

' AAALUCAAARRD!'

Alucard let go of her neck and looked up in confusion. In the doorway stood a very pissed off Walter. And if there's anything to be scared of in this world, then it's definitely a very pissed off Walter. Alucard was slightly thrown of-balance, and Sal slipped from his arms and fell quietly to the floor. Walter slowly walked towards Alucard, and if looks could breath fire his would've.

'HOW DARE YOU! SHE IS OUR GUEST! WHAT WERE YOU THINKING, TAKING ADVANTAGE OF THIS YOUNG WOMAN! YOU ARE A STAIN ON THIS HOUSEHOLD!' Walter practically screamed at Alucard, who had now restored his everlasting smirk.

'But it's not just that, is it, Shinigami?' The smirk had turned malevolent.' You want her for yourself, do you not? Well, here she is, packed up and ready to go. And don't tell me you don't want her. You know of my powers, I can see your lust, old friend. You may be old in body, but not in mind.' Malevolence made way for cold amusement.

Walter stood silently in front of Alucard. Of course the vampire was right. He was very fond of this girl, and not always in a descent way. He had dreamed of her once or twice, making it necessary for him to change the sheets, but he would never really… would he? No, out of the question! Not like this anyway, when she was helpless. That would not only be weak, but also very un-gentlemanly of him.

The pain has lessened. I wonder where I am. Mom's obviously not here. Feel lonely right now. Hey, is that light?

Sal sat up slowly. She was back in her bed, Alucard was gone. Next to her on the bed sat Walter. He saw she was awake, and smiled at her.

'How are you feeling, Sal?'

'Vague. Tired. Empty.'

The butler chuckled.' Not completely empty, thank God.'

Sal laughed, but found this painful. Note to self, no more lauging.

'Would you like to drink something, tea perhaps?' Walter asked.

'Yes, Walter. That would be very nice.' Sal replied.

'Then I shall go and make you some.'

As Walter exited the room, Sal fell back on the mattress. Alucard had bitten her. In Tony's fan fics, no one ever got bitten. At least, not involuntarily. And then Walter had rescued her from becoming a vampire, and she was grateful for it.

In the kitchen. The kettle was already boiling and whistling for quite a while, yet nobody turned down the flame. Maybe, because there was nobody there. Maybe because whistling kettles were very good in drowning out all other noise, such as the sound of a crying old man.