disclaimer: i don't own cv...*eyes get big and watery) LAMENT OF INNOCENCE CAME OUT WOOOOOOOOOOT yayness
a/n: thankees for the reviews and ideas ur right lena shouldn't be so laid-back about all the insanity *nods* ^^
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"Alright you know what?! No!"
"...No...what?"
"No as in no, I don't allow this!"
"..."
"DON'T GIVE ME THAT BLANK STARE! YOU KNOW PERFECTLY WELL WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT! Dracula and things pertaining to vampires is a myth! A legend! Why do I have to learn the supposed truth? Something, no, EVERYTHING, about this isn't right!"
Her mood had done a 180. Just a few seconds before, she had been a little too calm. Now...this...
"My friends made a VERY good point before they left! You could be doing...all this! I refused to believe them! You know why?! Because I trusted you! But how can I expect YOU to be CIVILIZED?! You are a half-vampire. I know. Your mother was human. I know. But how does that change anything?!"
~it changes everything~ if it wasn't for the fact that this must have been the 1000th time he's heard an insult like that, Alucard would have grimaced or somehow show that he was hurting.
"You are not a vampire. But who says that you can't be as evil as one?! You are not human. That is apparent. So what are you? You use the word 'dhampire'. But that's not what you are. Really, you're not much of anything. Really, when it comes down to it, you are just...a thing,"
That word..."thing"...she was using it as a sword to impale him. One not-so-clean stab through his heart.
"Go ahead, Adrian. Do your disappearing act. If you kill me, it won't change anything. Even more so, you will be a thing,"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Childhood memories. Those were something he'd rather not venture into. But what that human had said about him...
His mother used to reassure him the exact opposite. He'd always known what he really was...using a word like "dhampire" couldn't mask his self-contempt. And his mother was always there to wipe his tears and, in doing so, try to erase his resentment...his anguish...his grief.
"My dear child," she'd say in her always soft and soothing voice. "You must not listen to them," 'them' referred to the other humans...all of whom hated Alucard. Sometimes, they would dare to throw rocks at him. This became increasingly difficult to do as Adrian avoided going outside his father's castle.
"Why shouldn't I listen to them? What if what they say is true?"
"It isn't. You are NOT a thing. That is a horrible and harsh word to describe someone as angelic as you are,"
Angelic. The amount of irony that one word contained was really too much. Although...he DID look angelic with his flaxen hair and unblemished skin. He was beautiful to the extent that the humans found him to be monstrous-looking. More irony. His life was just full of that.
"But even if I do look 'angelic'...that doesn't change what I am inside,"
"You are angelic inside as well. You feel what humans feel. You can love, and your dear little heart can weep even more than the other children,"
"But I am also evil,"
"Yes, and that is why you deserve sympathy more than all of us. Your kindness is always at conflict with the instincts that your father gave you, and you feel terrible for it,"
he nodded.
"It is not your fault. It is never your fault..."
he loved hugs. He was safe in his mother's embrace. But she would have to let go...and then the feelings of self-loathing would return to torment him for all eternity.
"Adrian, I will not live as long as you will...but...you understand that I will always be with you?"
"Yes, mother..." as joyous as his mother wanted that to sound, Adrian knew what she really meant. That she would die. Soon. At the hands of those who she devoted her life to.
"Reminiscing, are we?" Death. He always showed up at the worst times.
"It's not quite so gleeful,"
"She is influenced by a mortal mind. Only in a miracle, would she have absolutely no prejudice against you,"
"My mother was a mortal,"
"There's a very big difference between your mother and Lena. Your mother is your mother. She loves you unconditionally. Lena doesn't have that kind of connection,"
"...Why're you trying to help?"
"Please. I'm Death. I'm hated by those who are healthy. I'm the best friend of the sick, dying, and depressed. Speaking of which, Lena isn't exactly the happiest mortal right now,"
"I knew it. You were just waiting for an excuse to take her,"
"Well it's not like you're going to miss her,"
"..."
"Ah, yes, the infamous blank stare. You really don't disguise your moments of deep thought very well," the shoulders poking through Death's cloak shook with laughter. "Tell you what, Mr. Sunshine, it's not exactly the time planned for her to die, so I'll give her another chance,"
"..."
"You're welcome, Alucard,"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Lena stared scornfully at the coffin in the hallway. She bought the place. It belonged to HER. There should be no sharing! That THING should leave her alone and take his damn minions with him. She should be able to carry out her architectural plans without any reason to hold back. Lena mumbled curses and kicked the mahogany box. Determined to turn her attention back to kicking out the castle's other inhabitants by remodeling the whole place, Lena proceeded to open cans of paint samples.
While using the coffin as a bench and silently admiring colors of ice jade and various shades of sapphire and plum, Lena blocked out all other thoughts and neglected to notice another demon showing up. And this was a special demon.
"You really are a stupid human,"
Lena glanced up, momentarily ignoring the paints. The speaker was a woman who looked fairly normal except for the bat wings on her back. And this woman just couldn't keep her big mouth shut.
"I don't see why Alucard wanted to protect you. You're not very pretty either. No, actually, you're quite ugly,"
Lena raised one eyebrow. "And what are YOU?"
"A beautiful creature, if I do say so myself,"
~I'm really getting nowhere with this thing~
"I can understand a half-breed lusting for Maria Renard, but...well, she wasn't exactly gorgeous either,"
~slightly egotistical, are we now?~
"Who?"
"You have not heard of Maria? What a surprise..."
"Not too pleasantly,"
"Hmm,"
"And I suppose, since you're so 'beautiful', Adrian is just about in love with you?" Lena chuckled and shook her head.
"What do you find so funny?"
"Nothing. So what are you, really?"
"The succubus,"
"Alright, then, Miss Succubus, you'd better listen here," Lena's temple twitched slightly as she dipped a rough-bristled brush into a violet shade of paint and, in one sweeping motion, drew an unwavering line between her and the succubus. She pointed the brush to the succubus' face and narrowed her eyes. "You stay on your side," she shook the brush menacingly, splashing paint all over the succubus' pale skin.
"You expect me to listen to you and a stripe on the floor?!"
"No. I expect you to fuck off, so kindly do so,"
"Make me,"
"I have better things to do. Make yourself,"
The succubus snarled and lunged at Lena but only succeeded in bumping smack into Death.
"Leave the human be,"
"What?"
"You heard me. Run off and rant about your pettiness somewhere else,"
"Fine. But it's PRETTINESS. Not pettiness," the succubus promptly disappeared.
"AND DON'T FORGET TO STAY ON YOUR SIDE!" she shook the paintbrush again and a small puddle of paint dropped next to the line.
"You shouldn't purposely anger them,"
"Why?"
"You've seen how helpless they are against Alucard, but they are still living dead. Weak living dead, but living dead nonetheless. And you are human. So no matter how weak they are compared to the master's son, they can easily rip you to shreds,"
"Pfft," she threw the brush back into the paint can and rhythmically swirled the thick liquid.
"Which goes to show 'what' Alucard is. If he can beat the minions to a bloody pulp, and the minions can beat you, by simple transitivity, he can kill you without trying,"
"I know that,"
"You observe, but you do not analyze. Have you thought about WHY he doesn't care for killing you? For even laying a finger on you?"
"Not that I care, but considering how worthless of an opponent I am, it's obvious he has better ways of wasting his special talents,"
"...Not my point,"
"Heh,"
"It does make a difference...who and what his mother was,"
"I bet you will now give me a sermon about that,"
"All you need to know are her last words. Even Alucard doesn't know. His mother wished for Dracula to not try to avenge her death by going after the blood of her murderers, 'for theirs is already a hard lot,'"
"She was murdered?"
"Beside the point,"
"..."
"The point is...Alucard's mother was pure and kind. She passed on her humanity to him. So, you see, he can't be all bad. In fact, he isn't bad at all,"
"Yes, I'm sure you'd like me to believe that,"
"I do because it is true,"
"Why are you being a mediator?"
"Why does everyone keep asking me this?! Because I take them when it's time, and it's not your time, and I shouldn't do my job poorly by indulging in unscheduled death!"
"How...honorable..."
"Indeed,"
"Note my sarcasm? Hey...since your job is taking people to the other side, why are you hanging out over here?"
"This is the house of my master,"
"Who is dead,"
"They are loyal to their master...who will always live,"
"In other words, they're not leaving,"
"If you see it that way,"
~I'm gonna MAKE them leave~
"Anyway, I can not make you believe me. I can only hope that you follow the truth," Death conveniently ends the conversation by disappearing. Lena leaned against the wall and came to the simple conclusion that even if Death was right, all she knew for sure was that she wanted all the minions out of her castle, meaning that Alucard had to go.
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yay for dialogue! heh ok i'm stuck...once again...must find some means of scaring the demons away without provoking them to kill Lena first...*blinks* i got nothing...comical death hehehe um...yeah...oooooooh i just got an idea...but...it's sorta stupid...so...heh
next chappie: Can't Sleep...Demons will Eat Me...
a/n: thankees for the reviews and ideas ur right lena shouldn't be so laid-back about all the insanity *nods* ^^
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"Alright you know what?! No!"
"...No...what?"
"No as in no, I don't allow this!"
"..."
"DON'T GIVE ME THAT BLANK STARE! YOU KNOW PERFECTLY WELL WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT! Dracula and things pertaining to vampires is a myth! A legend! Why do I have to learn the supposed truth? Something, no, EVERYTHING, about this isn't right!"
Her mood had done a 180. Just a few seconds before, she had been a little too calm. Now...this...
"My friends made a VERY good point before they left! You could be doing...all this! I refused to believe them! You know why?! Because I trusted you! But how can I expect YOU to be CIVILIZED?! You are a half-vampire. I know. Your mother was human. I know. But how does that change anything?!"
~it changes everything~ if it wasn't for the fact that this must have been the 1000th time he's heard an insult like that, Alucard would have grimaced or somehow show that he was hurting.
"You are not a vampire. But who says that you can't be as evil as one?! You are not human. That is apparent. So what are you? You use the word 'dhampire'. But that's not what you are. Really, you're not much of anything. Really, when it comes down to it, you are just...a thing,"
That word..."thing"...she was using it as a sword to impale him. One not-so-clean stab through his heart.
"Go ahead, Adrian. Do your disappearing act. If you kill me, it won't change anything. Even more so, you will be a thing,"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Childhood memories. Those were something he'd rather not venture into. But what that human had said about him...
His mother used to reassure him the exact opposite. He'd always known what he really was...using a word like "dhampire" couldn't mask his self-contempt. And his mother was always there to wipe his tears and, in doing so, try to erase his resentment...his anguish...his grief.
"My dear child," she'd say in her always soft and soothing voice. "You must not listen to them," 'them' referred to the other humans...all of whom hated Alucard. Sometimes, they would dare to throw rocks at him. This became increasingly difficult to do as Adrian avoided going outside his father's castle.
"Why shouldn't I listen to them? What if what they say is true?"
"It isn't. You are NOT a thing. That is a horrible and harsh word to describe someone as angelic as you are,"
Angelic. The amount of irony that one word contained was really too much. Although...he DID look angelic with his flaxen hair and unblemished skin. He was beautiful to the extent that the humans found him to be monstrous-looking. More irony. His life was just full of that.
"But even if I do look 'angelic'...that doesn't change what I am inside,"
"You are angelic inside as well. You feel what humans feel. You can love, and your dear little heart can weep even more than the other children,"
"But I am also evil,"
"Yes, and that is why you deserve sympathy more than all of us. Your kindness is always at conflict with the instincts that your father gave you, and you feel terrible for it,"
he nodded.
"It is not your fault. It is never your fault..."
he loved hugs. He was safe in his mother's embrace. But she would have to let go...and then the feelings of self-loathing would return to torment him for all eternity.
"Adrian, I will not live as long as you will...but...you understand that I will always be with you?"
"Yes, mother..." as joyous as his mother wanted that to sound, Adrian knew what she really meant. That she would die. Soon. At the hands of those who she devoted her life to.
"Reminiscing, are we?" Death. He always showed up at the worst times.
"It's not quite so gleeful,"
"She is influenced by a mortal mind. Only in a miracle, would she have absolutely no prejudice against you,"
"My mother was a mortal,"
"There's a very big difference between your mother and Lena. Your mother is your mother. She loves you unconditionally. Lena doesn't have that kind of connection,"
"...Why're you trying to help?"
"Please. I'm Death. I'm hated by those who are healthy. I'm the best friend of the sick, dying, and depressed. Speaking of which, Lena isn't exactly the happiest mortal right now,"
"I knew it. You were just waiting for an excuse to take her,"
"Well it's not like you're going to miss her,"
"..."
"Ah, yes, the infamous blank stare. You really don't disguise your moments of deep thought very well," the shoulders poking through Death's cloak shook with laughter. "Tell you what, Mr. Sunshine, it's not exactly the time planned for her to die, so I'll give her another chance,"
"..."
"You're welcome, Alucard,"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Lena stared scornfully at the coffin in the hallway. She bought the place. It belonged to HER. There should be no sharing! That THING should leave her alone and take his damn minions with him. She should be able to carry out her architectural plans without any reason to hold back. Lena mumbled curses and kicked the mahogany box. Determined to turn her attention back to kicking out the castle's other inhabitants by remodeling the whole place, Lena proceeded to open cans of paint samples.
While using the coffin as a bench and silently admiring colors of ice jade and various shades of sapphire and plum, Lena blocked out all other thoughts and neglected to notice another demon showing up. And this was a special demon.
"You really are a stupid human,"
Lena glanced up, momentarily ignoring the paints. The speaker was a woman who looked fairly normal except for the bat wings on her back. And this woman just couldn't keep her big mouth shut.
"I don't see why Alucard wanted to protect you. You're not very pretty either. No, actually, you're quite ugly,"
Lena raised one eyebrow. "And what are YOU?"
"A beautiful creature, if I do say so myself,"
~I'm really getting nowhere with this thing~
"I can understand a half-breed lusting for Maria Renard, but...well, she wasn't exactly gorgeous either,"
~slightly egotistical, are we now?~
"Who?"
"You have not heard of Maria? What a surprise..."
"Not too pleasantly,"
"Hmm,"
"And I suppose, since you're so 'beautiful', Adrian is just about in love with you?" Lena chuckled and shook her head.
"What do you find so funny?"
"Nothing. So what are you, really?"
"The succubus,"
"Alright, then, Miss Succubus, you'd better listen here," Lena's temple twitched slightly as she dipped a rough-bristled brush into a violet shade of paint and, in one sweeping motion, drew an unwavering line between her and the succubus. She pointed the brush to the succubus' face and narrowed her eyes. "You stay on your side," she shook the brush menacingly, splashing paint all over the succubus' pale skin.
"You expect me to listen to you and a stripe on the floor?!"
"No. I expect you to fuck off, so kindly do so,"
"Make me,"
"I have better things to do. Make yourself,"
The succubus snarled and lunged at Lena but only succeeded in bumping smack into Death.
"Leave the human be,"
"What?"
"You heard me. Run off and rant about your pettiness somewhere else,"
"Fine. But it's PRETTINESS. Not pettiness," the succubus promptly disappeared.
"AND DON'T FORGET TO STAY ON YOUR SIDE!" she shook the paintbrush again and a small puddle of paint dropped next to the line.
"You shouldn't purposely anger them,"
"Why?"
"You've seen how helpless they are against Alucard, but they are still living dead. Weak living dead, but living dead nonetheless. And you are human. So no matter how weak they are compared to the master's son, they can easily rip you to shreds,"
"Pfft," she threw the brush back into the paint can and rhythmically swirled the thick liquid.
"Which goes to show 'what' Alucard is. If he can beat the minions to a bloody pulp, and the minions can beat you, by simple transitivity, he can kill you without trying,"
"I know that,"
"You observe, but you do not analyze. Have you thought about WHY he doesn't care for killing you? For even laying a finger on you?"
"Not that I care, but considering how worthless of an opponent I am, it's obvious he has better ways of wasting his special talents,"
"...Not my point,"
"Heh,"
"It does make a difference...who and what his mother was,"
"I bet you will now give me a sermon about that,"
"All you need to know are her last words. Even Alucard doesn't know. His mother wished for Dracula to not try to avenge her death by going after the blood of her murderers, 'for theirs is already a hard lot,'"
"She was murdered?"
"Beside the point,"
"..."
"The point is...Alucard's mother was pure and kind. She passed on her humanity to him. So, you see, he can't be all bad. In fact, he isn't bad at all,"
"Yes, I'm sure you'd like me to believe that,"
"I do because it is true,"
"Why are you being a mediator?"
"Why does everyone keep asking me this?! Because I take them when it's time, and it's not your time, and I shouldn't do my job poorly by indulging in unscheduled death!"
"How...honorable..."
"Indeed,"
"Note my sarcasm? Hey...since your job is taking people to the other side, why are you hanging out over here?"
"This is the house of my master,"
"Who is dead,"
"They are loyal to their master...who will always live,"
"In other words, they're not leaving,"
"If you see it that way,"
~I'm gonna MAKE them leave~
"Anyway, I can not make you believe me. I can only hope that you follow the truth," Death conveniently ends the conversation by disappearing. Lena leaned against the wall and came to the simple conclusion that even if Death was right, all she knew for sure was that she wanted all the minions out of her castle, meaning that Alucard had to go.
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yay for dialogue! heh ok i'm stuck...once again...must find some means of scaring the demons away without provoking them to kill Lena first...*blinks* i got nothing...comical death hehehe um...yeah...oooooooh i just got an idea...but...it's sorta stupid...so...heh
next chappie: Can't Sleep...Demons will Eat Me...