disclaimer: I don't own castlevaina blah blah blah ok I'm done...
a/n: in case you're wondering, Lena's real name is the name of a mineral...that sounds a lot like "Lena" XD
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~She is a rich and irritatingly stubborn person who evidently does not know a thing about what has happened in the castle. However, her intrusion into my "home" is not what made me wake up. That would not make sense. As soon as she sees the demons around here, she'll run for her life and never disturb this place again, so why should I be awakened for all this?~
"Alucard, I see that you have finally decided to wake up. Many people have died since the day you put yourself in that coffin,"
Alucard recognized the scythe that was in the speaker's hands. "Death, I decided to do no such thing,"
"...Then why did you wake up?"
"I know not. Now, do you happen to know what year this is?"
"None of the mortals keep track anymore. Every year is called '200X'," after saying this, Death shook his head while laughing and then faded away.
~...what's he so gleeful about...~ Alucard glared at the empty space where Death used to be and wondered what he would do next. Usually, when he was awake, he always had work to do and things and people to deal with; a father to emulate, a mother's death to mourn, Belmonts to fight, Belmonts to side with, a father to kill. Now, there was nothing.
He had been awakened for no good reason at all whatsoever and he didn't like it.
Then again, what DID he like?
Alucard stared at the floor and noticed a quite distinct white streak of paint running across the hallway. ~what the hell?!~ he knew that he had indirectly said that he never wanted to see or speak to the mortal "owner" of HIS castle ever again but...
"MORTAL! WHAT THE **** HAVE YOU DONE?!!!!!!!!"
a few minutes later, the mortal appeared in the hallway and stopped by the other side of the white line. "I have a name in case you haven't noticed..."
"You never told me what it was,"
"Oh...it's an odd name. Just call me Lena,"
"I don't really care for that right now. WHAT IS THIS?!" Alucard pulled out his sword and pointed its tip at the white line.
"Oh, THAT! Well, I decided to split this castle in half, and that's a part of the boundary line. I hope you don't mind. I don't think the painters got any paint on the carpet..."
Alucard threw her a cold stare and she actually got the point for once.
"...You don't like it?"
Alucard shook his head.
"OK no problem I'll remove it," she smiled.
"...What do you mean YOU'll remove it..."
"Just what I said. Those painters need a break anyway. I'll ask them how to get the paint off and do it myself,"
"...Oh, god..."
"What?"
"Nothing..."
"Alright. Bye, Adrian," she didn't seem the least bit upset about the project that lay before her. Alucard's castle was huge, and that was an understatement. Finding all those pieces of the boundary line would take her forever...yet she seemed to look forward to the matter.
~mortals have gotten so strange in the last several centuries...~
Lena kept to her word. In an hour, she had started working on removing the paint, which was no easy task for her because obviously, she had never really done any work or chores in her whole life, considering that she had enough money to buy the castle. She probably got through the 18 years of her life by paying other people to do her work for her.
So her willingness to do something on her own clashed with what Alucard had thought of her before. She was still rich, irritatingly stubborn, and spoiled...but a hard worker at the same time?
Alucard would watch, in his mist form, of course, as the mortal put some odd sort of potion on the paint that made the paint flaky. Then she'd have to scrape off the flaky paint. Unfortunately, the mortal wasn't a very productive worker and took an hour or two to remove 4 ft of paint.
This annoyed Alucard. Couldn't the mortal do this any faster?!
His impatience grew so immense that he decided, of all things, to help her.
Alucard decided this while watching the mortal struggle with her work. Lena was starting to wonder about all the mist that constantly followed her whenever she was removing paint. She stared fixedly at the dense mist and her idle hands waved and tried to slice through the mist or something to that effect.
"...How strange. I don't understand why there's always mist everywhere," she jumped...literally...when the mist formed into Alucard. "...ok I know you're a dhampire and everything, but you've really got to warn me before you do something like that,"
"I've decided to offer my assistance,"
"Uh...that's nice, Adrian,"
"No, it's because you work too slow,"
Lena immediately stabbed him with a blazing glare. It was the first time Alucard had seen her be anything other than happy. He was so stunned that he didn't notice at all when Lena held out a bottle to him.
"...Hello? Adrian?" the contempt in her eyes shattered. "You ok?" Alucard didn't reply, and his poker-face-like expression didn't change either. Lena continued talking. "Anyway, assuming that you have been spying on me, you should know that this is the stuff I use to make the paint flaky. Good luck. This isn't exactly the most exciting task in the world,"
Alucard took the bottle from her and went to find the remaining pieces of the boundary line.
~I don't understand why she calls me by my real name. I've told her that everyone calls me Alucard. Why does she never listen?! Fine, I must admit that she did listen when I disapproved of the boundary line, but that is beside the point. Although...~
He couldn't bring himself to finish the thought, that he didn't exactly mind Lena calling him Adrian instead of Alucard.
Lena was almost done scraping off all the paint from the piece of the boundary line she was working on when she sensed something behind her. "...Adrian? Is that you?" she looked over her shoulder, saw the flashing blade of Death's scythe, and opened her mouth to scream, but nothing came out.
"Don't worry. I will bring you no harm,"
"...but...but you're DEATH,"
"...meh,"
"What?" Lena put her hands to her heart and could feel the fast thumping.
"Weeeell, I love mortals dying and everything, but I'm not sure if Alucard would like it if I killed you,"
"Why not? He despises me,"
"Still, he'd use any reason to kick my ass,"
Lena leaned against a wall of the hallway and laughed. "He isn't very friendly, is he?"
"Meh. I just wish he'd die,"
Alucard finished the rest of the boundary line in less than an hour. While he was on his way to tell Lena, he heard laughing coming from where she was. He couldn't exactly say whether he was or wasn't stunned when he found Lena having a conversation (what a sin) with Death.
Lena greeted Alucard with a smile no less mesmerizing then the smile she gave him the first time she saw him. "You're done already?"
Alucard nodded, frowning. Lena turned back to Death. "Ok, so I'll see you later, Death?"
"Most likely," Death faded.
"He's actually quite nice for such a depressing fate," Lena stood up. "Look, Adrian, I'm sorry about the paint. Thanks for the help," she smiled again and disappeared down the hallway.
Alucard wasn't so sure anymore that Lena would leave the castle because of the minions that resided in it. If she could make friends with Death, she could deal with anything.
He understood now why she never "got" his point.
But that wasn't what was so alarming to Alucard. The seed from which his new confusion bloomed was a feeling of exclusion when he found Lena talking to Death. Alucard had been alone for more than most of his life. Why did he feel excluded how?
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the white lines weren't that bad. Just wait till you see what else Lena does to drive Alucard insane XD i'm so easily amused...review PLEASE i've only gotten like 1 review the last time I checked T.T I'm going to go sulk now
a/n: in case you're wondering, Lena's real name is the name of a mineral...that sounds a lot like "Lena" XD
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~She is a rich and irritatingly stubborn person who evidently does not know a thing about what has happened in the castle. However, her intrusion into my "home" is not what made me wake up. That would not make sense. As soon as she sees the demons around here, she'll run for her life and never disturb this place again, so why should I be awakened for all this?~
"Alucard, I see that you have finally decided to wake up. Many people have died since the day you put yourself in that coffin,"
Alucard recognized the scythe that was in the speaker's hands. "Death, I decided to do no such thing,"
"...Then why did you wake up?"
"I know not. Now, do you happen to know what year this is?"
"None of the mortals keep track anymore. Every year is called '200X'," after saying this, Death shook his head while laughing and then faded away.
~...what's he so gleeful about...~ Alucard glared at the empty space where Death used to be and wondered what he would do next. Usually, when he was awake, he always had work to do and things and people to deal with; a father to emulate, a mother's death to mourn, Belmonts to fight, Belmonts to side with, a father to kill. Now, there was nothing.
He had been awakened for no good reason at all whatsoever and he didn't like it.
Then again, what DID he like?
Alucard stared at the floor and noticed a quite distinct white streak of paint running across the hallway. ~what the hell?!~ he knew that he had indirectly said that he never wanted to see or speak to the mortal "owner" of HIS castle ever again but...
"MORTAL! WHAT THE **** HAVE YOU DONE?!!!!!!!!"
a few minutes later, the mortal appeared in the hallway and stopped by the other side of the white line. "I have a name in case you haven't noticed..."
"You never told me what it was,"
"Oh...it's an odd name. Just call me Lena,"
"I don't really care for that right now. WHAT IS THIS?!" Alucard pulled out his sword and pointed its tip at the white line.
"Oh, THAT! Well, I decided to split this castle in half, and that's a part of the boundary line. I hope you don't mind. I don't think the painters got any paint on the carpet..."
Alucard threw her a cold stare and she actually got the point for once.
"...You don't like it?"
Alucard shook his head.
"OK no problem I'll remove it," she smiled.
"...What do you mean YOU'll remove it..."
"Just what I said. Those painters need a break anyway. I'll ask them how to get the paint off and do it myself,"
"...Oh, god..."
"What?"
"Nothing..."
"Alright. Bye, Adrian," she didn't seem the least bit upset about the project that lay before her. Alucard's castle was huge, and that was an understatement. Finding all those pieces of the boundary line would take her forever...yet she seemed to look forward to the matter.
~mortals have gotten so strange in the last several centuries...~
Lena kept to her word. In an hour, she had started working on removing the paint, which was no easy task for her because obviously, she had never really done any work or chores in her whole life, considering that she had enough money to buy the castle. She probably got through the 18 years of her life by paying other people to do her work for her.
So her willingness to do something on her own clashed with what Alucard had thought of her before. She was still rich, irritatingly stubborn, and spoiled...but a hard worker at the same time?
Alucard would watch, in his mist form, of course, as the mortal put some odd sort of potion on the paint that made the paint flaky. Then she'd have to scrape off the flaky paint. Unfortunately, the mortal wasn't a very productive worker and took an hour or two to remove 4 ft of paint.
This annoyed Alucard. Couldn't the mortal do this any faster?!
His impatience grew so immense that he decided, of all things, to help her.
Alucard decided this while watching the mortal struggle with her work. Lena was starting to wonder about all the mist that constantly followed her whenever she was removing paint. She stared fixedly at the dense mist and her idle hands waved and tried to slice through the mist or something to that effect.
"...How strange. I don't understand why there's always mist everywhere," she jumped...literally...when the mist formed into Alucard. "...ok I know you're a dhampire and everything, but you've really got to warn me before you do something like that,"
"I've decided to offer my assistance,"
"Uh...that's nice, Adrian,"
"No, it's because you work too slow,"
Lena immediately stabbed him with a blazing glare. It was the first time Alucard had seen her be anything other than happy. He was so stunned that he didn't notice at all when Lena held out a bottle to him.
"...Hello? Adrian?" the contempt in her eyes shattered. "You ok?" Alucard didn't reply, and his poker-face-like expression didn't change either. Lena continued talking. "Anyway, assuming that you have been spying on me, you should know that this is the stuff I use to make the paint flaky. Good luck. This isn't exactly the most exciting task in the world,"
Alucard took the bottle from her and went to find the remaining pieces of the boundary line.
~I don't understand why she calls me by my real name. I've told her that everyone calls me Alucard. Why does she never listen?! Fine, I must admit that she did listen when I disapproved of the boundary line, but that is beside the point. Although...~
He couldn't bring himself to finish the thought, that he didn't exactly mind Lena calling him Adrian instead of Alucard.
Lena was almost done scraping off all the paint from the piece of the boundary line she was working on when she sensed something behind her. "...Adrian? Is that you?" she looked over her shoulder, saw the flashing blade of Death's scythe, and opened her mouth to scream, but nothing came out.
"Don't worry. I will bring you no harm,"
"...but...but you're DEATH,"
"...meh,"
"What?" Lena put her hands to her heart and could feel the fast thumping.
"Weeeell, I love mortals dying and everything, but I'm not sure if Alucard would like it if I killed you,"
"Why not? He despises me,"
"Still, he'd use any reason to kick my ass,"
Lena leaned against a wall of the hallway and laughed. "He isn't very friendly, is he?"
"Meh. I just wish he'd die,"
Alucard finished the rest of the boundary line in less than an hour. While he was on his way to tell Lena, he heard laughing coming from where she was. He couldn't exactly say whether he was or wasn't stunned when he found Lena having a conversation (what a sin) with Death.
Lena greeted Alucard with a smile no less mesmerizing then the smile she gave him the first time she saw him. "You're done already?"
Alucard nodded, frowning. Lena turned back to Death. "Ok, so I'll see you later, Death?"
"Most likely," Death faded.
"He's actually quite nice for such a depressing fate," Lena stood up. "Look, Adrian, I'm sorry about the paint. Thanks for the help," she smiled again and disappeared down the hallway.
Alucard wasn't so sure anymore that Lena would leave the castle because of the minions that resided in it. If she could make friends with Death, she could deal with anything.
He understood now why she never "got" his point.
But that wasn't what was so alarming to Alucard. The seed from which his new confusion bloomed was a feeling of exclusion when he found Lena talking to Death. Alucard had been alone for more than most of his life. Why did he feel excluded how?
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the white lines weren't that bad. Just wait till you see what else Lena does to drive Alucard insane XD i'm so easily amused...review PLEASE i've only gotten like 1 review the last time I checked T.T I'm going to go sulk now