disclaimer: *cuts and pastes* i don't own cv or any of the "_______ for Dummies" books...but those are amusing...
a/n: thanksgiving break is so boring...i'm so bored i feel compelled to look at pics of my ex-boyfriend...must...work...on...fic...
CHAPTER 9: CAN'T SLEEP...DEMONS WILL EAT ME...
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She highly doubted that the demons were actually staying on their side. She didn't expect them to take that line seriously. She didn't expect herself to take that line seriously. But...for whatever reason...the demons haven't tried anything.
It was well past midnight. Lena was stiffly seated on her bed with the savior, a cup of coffee, in her hands, gripping the cup so tightly that she cut off circulation to herself. She had come to the not-so-impossible conclusion that the demons were conspiring to eat her during the night. And that was all she'd been able to think about since around 9 PM. Hoping that reading would take her mind off of demons, Lena took a huge gulp of coffee and took the first volume off of a monumental stack of novels next that she had conveniently piled next to herself.
"Legacy of Blood; The Vampire Encyclopedia for Dummies" a high-pitched scream escaped her throat. "I didn't put that with the other ones..." the demons had made their first move. One of them had to have some type of invisibility power and had come into her room and put the book there. "More...coffee..." but the pot of coffee she had brought to her room with her was now cold. And cold coffee wasn't good for anything. Which meant...to her great displeasure...that Lena had to go out of her room and wander until she finds a kitchen. "Well...maybe there's enough left in the cup to last through the night," She peered into the china and only found despair. Her last gulp of coffee really was her last.
"OK...maybe I can read until morning..." she took the next volume off of the pile. "Voices". That didn't seem too bad. Turning to the second page, the dedication, Lena read, "To The Voices inside my head. You are my life and inspiration," well, perhaps the author meant it as a joke. She flipped to the first page of the story.
"The Voices told me to. The Voices are never wrong. Therefore, it would be only natural and logical to always listen to the Voices. They wish me no harm..."
The book turned out to be a twisted horror about murder and true insanity. At last, the trembling in Lena's hands was not only from caffeine. Only an hour has passed, and she was already on the last page of the 800-page book. It was at times like this that she wished she wasn't a speed reader.
//The Voices told me to kill. "I WILL DROWN YOU IN THE VERY LIQUID THAT KEEPS YOU ALIVE! I WILL REPAINT MY ROOM IN YOUR BLOOD!" the Voices cackled through my mouth. My joy was theirs and their anticipation was mine. "See, the walls are turning brown. They must be restored to the glorious, glistening red that they were and should be!"//
Lena visualized the paragraphs. The insane narrator tortured her victim using various items including safety pins and dull butter knifes. Perhaps, under different circumstances, the ridiculous story would have seemed humorous...perhaps if Lena wasn't living in Dracula's castle. She stared at the book, blinking about 13 dozen times. All she could think of, now that the book was read, was coffee. She was too tired and her eyelids too droopy.
How could she possibly run away when the demons came? If her determination to obtain hot coffee was strong enough, which one can assure that it certainly was, she would find the will to walk outside her room and get her damn coffee.
Armed with a book to throw at ambushing demons, Lena stumbled to the door. Her shaking hands struggled to turn the door knob. "Do it for the coffee!" the doorknob turned. She pulled the door open not even enough to look out into the hallway. ~Can I do this? I can't do this. No. Even coffee is not worth this. I bet that bitch the Succubus is waiting out there right now with a boxful of dull cutlery, just waiting to gradually saw me with rusted butter knifes. But the coffee! I should just run out there. Or I can run away. No. I want coffee. If I run...but she's immortal. I can't run away. Maybe she killed that Maria person too. COFFEE!!!!!! No...I'll die...but...coffee......I want my coffee, dammit!~
She threw the door open. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" the resonating note continued as she squeezed her eyes shut and threw the book.
"...Ow...Damn it all..."
"...Neh?" Lena opened one eye. "...Adrian?"
"Last I recall, mortals go to sleep at night." his voice was laced with various emotions surrounding anger and irritation ready to run over. He was just about ready to trample her himself.
"You-d-CAN'T SLEEP! MUST HAVE COFFEE! DEMONS WILL EAT MEEEEEEEEEEEE! YOU'RE ONE OF THEM! YOU'LL POKE OUT MY EYES WITH A SAFETY PIN AND DANCE WILDLY! GET AWAY FROM ME! EVIL, GO BACK TO WHENCE YOU CAME!!!!!!" she managed to coordinate her limbs with her mind's commands and ran, but adrenaline could not overpower her fatigue. Her legs buckled, and she found herself eye-level with alucard's shiny boots.
~Lord, grant me a sign if my suspicions are true...~ Alucard waited, but nothing stirred. ~Damn. She isn't possessed by Satan. I have no excuse to execute her~ He bent down and pulled Lena up. She twitched at his touch partly because his skin was at a constant temperature of Slightly Above Absolute Zero and partly because:
"DON'T EAT ME! DON'T STICK PINS IN ME! LORD, SAVE ME! LET GO OF ME!" she brought the coffee cup to his wrist. The fine china cup shattered, edges of broken porcelain making incisions in his skin as well as hers. But his wounds closed up while Lena continued to bleed. She was about to hyperventalite. Then, she traced her injuries to her dead coffee cup and started crying.
Really crying. Waterfalls of salt-water rushed down her cheeks. Her enormous eyes sparkled depressingly as she wailed.
Alucard winced. If there was one thing he hated as much as he hated his father, it was the sound of a human weeping. Especially a human girl. Not that it created any sentimentality in him. It was just annoying! His plans to reclaim his coffin were not about to be foiled by a tearful human. He needed to get rid of her.
"You should take care of that..." he glanced at the cuts in her arm. Lena stared almost uninterestedly at the blood stains on her clothes, half-paranoid.
"Adrian, don't let the demons eat me..."
"You said I am one of them,"
"Don't let the demons eat me," she stared at his face but not into his eyes. Then, she reached for tendrils of flaxen hair framing his face and compared them to her own dark locks, shining a brilliant silver under even the dimmest lighting.
"...You're pretty," she almost smiled. Saying nothing else, she retreated to Alucard's room.
~I'm...pretty...?~
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Alucard sat in a dark corner of the floating tower. His mother's words rang in his head. "...angelic creature..." they mixed with Lena's spastic phrase. "You're pretty." When he was merely 100 years old, he had a mortal friend. Of course, she didn't know that he was a "thing". He met her by a creek. Water was always a calming agent. It slightly muted the voices in his head that mocked him and hated him...voices that were his own.
The little girl was admiring the smooth rocks that were washed onto the shore. Eventually, she diverted her attention to the bigger rocks beneath the rippling waters.
Alucard never figured out why she was by the creek without anyone else. Especially since it had been raining profusely and the creek waters were roaring and flooding the bank. And that girl was taking a step into the creek. She was so tiny...she would drown...
"Stay where you are,"
She turned around and noticed him for the first time. A sweet smile of innocence that only a mortal girl's face could carry lit her face. "Are you an angel?"
"Not any more than you are,"
She frowned in confusion and shuffled to where he sat, then got on her knees in front of him, meticulously inspecting his vampiric perfection. "You look like an angel..." she was mesmerized by the chilling painting that was his face. Even the most renowned painter in all of history could not capture the facets of the liquid crystals that were his eyes.
"It would be vain and shallow-excuse my rudeness-to base such profound findings on appearance alone,"
"Perhaps you do not remember!"
"...I am not an angel,"
"You are an angel in my eyes!" she pouted and crossed her chubby arms. Human toddlers were so...cute..."I am Ella. What is your name?"
"Adrian..."
"I like you, Adrian. You're pretty. And you don't tease me like other boys do...where do you live?"
"Uh..."
"Are you my friend now?"
"I suppose..."
The smile returned. She stood up and ran away.
Humans were capable of liking him...as long as they didn't know what he was...that was why Alucard preferred to be alone. It didn't matter if he had friends like Ella. When she found out what he was, she became just another mortal who feared and hated.
"...Adrian?" Lena peered into the room. "I've been looking for you...I've been thinking...and...what I mean to say is...I'm not leaving. And evidently, if I'm staying, all those creatures have to go...you're leaving,"
So she didn't remember anything from last night.
"Would it be too difficult to understand a simple fact I have come across in my time? My staying and going has no effect on my father's servants,"
"You lie. You are your father's son..."
"Certainly, but am I not also my mother's son? You, yourself, had said that being my mother's son means nothing...so why would it mean something to be my father's son?"
"Don't you try twisting my own words..." the anger that warmed her blood was not surprising. But was alarming...because it was divinely enticing...
He couldn't. He promised. No. It was stronger than a promise. It was a vow. A sacred vow. Were these conflicting feelings what made him a Thing?
"Why should I believe you?"
"Is that really the question you mean to ask?"
"What are you talking about? What other question would I have?!"
"Not quite what YOU wish to ask, but THE question. Do you not hear yourself asking it?"
"...No..." she folded her arms and stared at the floor. Typical of a human...trying to put up a facade of confidence when he could taste the confusion and fear.
"Really, the subject to ponder is why should I allow you to stay here?"
"That's stupid. Clearly because I bought the castle,"
"Under false information. The realtor had no actual rights to sell you MY castle, so it is not yours,"
"If you're so smart, why didn't you appear out of nowhere the day she showed me this place and say something about that?" she was really steamed now. Yet, she was hoping he'd stay there on the other side of the room, far away from her. Alucard could hear her thoughts...hear them praying for him to not move an inch.
"Why make the effort?" just to spite her, he left the dark corner and wasn't so far away from her anymore. Lena pressed herself into the wall behind her. The blocks of stone jabbed and grated her as if they were alive and attacking her just like the minions.
"~Look at me,~" his mouth wasn't moving and yet, Lena could hear his voice. It seemed to come from within her own head. "~Look at me,~"
How amusing it was to scare a human once in a while. He was so menacingly beautiful. It didn't take good lighting to see that. Alucard was like a priceless sculpture with finishing touches so carefully and repeatedly applied. Artwork beyond superiority to all others that he was worthy of having a museum just for him. "~look at me,~" she was his slave.
Eyes is too common a word to name the simple features of his face with which he caught and bound her.
Deliquescent, frigid, placid, ablaze, empty...only a few unworthy adjectives.
He heard her mind screaming for him to look away. She was about to die...her soul extracted through her eyes. The screaming wasn't verbal, but he could hear it so clearly. The pleading. Hating. Hurting. Crying.
Alucard averted his glance, but the feeling of falling into something horrible yet longed for was still in the human. And she knew...then...there was no way she could make him leave. He could convince her just by looking at her to commit suicide before he could make him take even one step away.
She limply slid to the floor. Her head hung, and bolts of the fine black silk that was her hair fell over her face.
Alucard hated those weakling humans. He couldn't stand being there, watching the effects of his vile powers for another second.
She pictured his face in her mind. It frightened her to know that the centuries-old, half-dead creature could coerce her to love him if he chose to toy with her compassion like that. His pulchritude was haunting...enrapturing in so many ways. It was ageless. Endless. Timeless. Impeccable. ~Great. Now I'm admiring him like he was some antiquity...~
It drove her mad. He was ancient. But he was the very definition of alluring. In every dictionary with illustrations for things that would be hard to describe with words, his portrait would be next to "alluring" and all other synonyms. She could see it. Alluring (e-loo-r-ing) adj. insanely beautiful. See picture.
She fully saw this now. She fully understood that if worse came to worst, she could end up giving her life to him. Her only escape was to leave...something that she could not bring herself to do.
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the humans never win....
a/n: thanksgiving break is so boring...i'm so bored i feel compelled to look at pics of my ex-boyfriend...must...work...on...fic...
CHAPTER 9: CAN'T SLEEP...DEMONS WILL EAT ME...
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She highly doubted that the demons were actually staying on their side. She didn't expect them to take that line seriously. She didn't expect herself to take that line seriously. But...for whatever reason...the demons haven't tried anything.
It was well past midnight. Lena was stiffly seated on her bed with the savior, a cup of coffee, in her hands, gripping the cup so tightly that she cut off circulation to herself. She had come to the not-so-impossible conclusion that the demons were conspiring to eat her during the night. And that was all she'd been able to think about since around 9 PM. Hoping that reading would take her mind off of demons, Lena took a huge gulp of coffee and took the first volume off of a monumental stack of novels next that she had conveniently piled next to herself.
"Legacy of Blood; The Vampire Encyclopedia for Dummies" a high-pitched scream escaped her throat. "I didn't put that with the other ones..." the demons had made their first move. One of them had to have some type of invisibility power and had come into her room and put the book there. "More...coffee..." but the pot of coffee she had brought to her room with her was now cold. And cold coffee wasn't good for anything. Which meant...to her great displeasure...that Lena had to go out of her room and wander until she finds a kitchen. "Well...maybe there's enough left in the cup to last through the night," She peered into the china and only found despair. Her last gulp of coffee really was her last.
"OK...maybe I can read until morning..." she took the next volume off of the pile. "Voices". That didn't seem too bad. Turning to the second page, the dedication, Lena read, "To The Voices inside my head. You are my life and inspiration," well, perhaps the author meant it as a joke. She flipped to the first page of the story.
"The Voices told me to. The Voices are never wrong. Therefore, it would be only natural and logical to always listen to the Voices. They wish me no harm..."
The book turned out to be a twisted horror about murder and true insanity. At last, the trembling in Lena's hands was not only from caffeine. Only an hour has passed, and she was already on the last page of the 800-page book. It was at times like this that she wished she wasn't a speed reader.
//The Voices told me to kill. "I WILL DROWN YOU IN THE VERY LIQUID THAT KEEPS YOU ALIVE! I WILL REPAINT MY ROOM IN YOUR BLOOD!" the Voices cackled through my mouth. My joy was theirs and their anticipation was mine. "See, the walls are turning brown. They must be restored to the glorious, glistening red that they were and should be!"//
Lena visualized the paragraphs. The insane narrator tortured her victim using various items including safety pins and dull butter knifes. Perhaps, under different circumstances, the ridiculous story would have seemed humorous...perhaps if Lena wasn't living in Dracula's castle. She stared at the book, blinking about 13 dozen times. All she could think of, now that the book was read, was coffee. She was too tired and her eyelids too droopy.
How could she possibly run away when the demons came? If her determination to obtain hot coffee was strong enough, which one can assure that it certainly was, she would find the will to walk outside her room and get her damn coffee.
Armed with a book to throw at ambushing demons, Lena stumbled to the door. Her shaking hands struggled to turn the door knob. "Do it for the coffee!" the doorknob turned. She pulled the door open not even enough to look out into the hallway. ~Can I do this? I can't do this. No. Even coffee is not worth this. I bet that bitch the Succubus is waiting out there right now with a boxful of dull cutlery, just waiting to gradually saw me with rusted butter knifes. But the coffee! I should just run out there. Or I can run away. No. I want coffee. If I run...but she's immortal. I can't run away. Maybe she killed that Maria person too. COFFEE!!!!!! No...I'll die...but...coffee......I want my coffee, dammit!~
She threw the door open. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" the resonating note continued as she squeezed her eyes shut and threw the book.
"...Ow...Damn it all..."
"...Neh?" Lena opened one eye. "...Adrian?"
"Last I recall, mortals go to sleep at night." his voice was laced with various emotions surrounding anger and irritation ready to run over. He was just about ready to trample her himself.
"You-d-CAN'T SLEEP! MUST HAVE COFFEE! DEMONS WILL EAT MEEEEEEEEEEEE! YOU'RE ONE OF THEM! YOU'LL POKE OUT MY EYES WITH A SAFETY PIN AND DANCE WILDLY! GET AWAY FROM ME! EVIL, GO BACK TO WHENCE YOU CAME!!!!!!" she managed to coordinate her limbs with her mind's commands and ran, but adrenaline could not overpower her fatigue. Her legs buckled, and she found herself eye-level with alucard's shiny boots.
~Lord, grant me a sign if my suspicions are true...~ Alucard waited, but nothing stirred. ~Damn. She isn't possessed by Satan. I have no excuse to execute her~ He bent down and pulled Lena up. She twitched at his touch partly because his skin was at a constant temperature of Slightly Above Absolute Zero and partly because:
"DON'T EAT ME! DON'T STICK PINS IN ME! LORD, SAVE ME! LET GO OF ME!" she brought the coffee cup to his wrist. The fine china cup shattered, edges of broken porcelain making incisions in his skin as well as hers. But his wounds closed up while Lena continued to bleed. She was about to hyperventalite. Then, she traced her injuries to her dead coffee cup and started crying.
Really crying. Waterfalls of salt-water rushed down her cheeks. Her enormous eyes sparkled depressingly as she wailed.
Alucard winced. If there was one thing he hated as much as he hated his father, it was the sound of a human weeping. Especially a human girl. Not that it created any sentimentality in him. It was just annoying! His plans to reclaim his coffin were not about to be foiled by a tearful human. He needed to get rid of her.
"You should take care of that..." he glanced at the cuts in her arm. Lena stared almost uninterestedly at the blood stains on her clothes, half-paranoid.
"Adrian, don't let the demons eat me..."
"You said I am one of them,"
"Don't let the demons eat me," she stared at his face but not into his eyes. Then, she reached for tendrils of flaxen hair framing his face and compared them to her own dark locks, shining a brilliant silver under even the dimmest lighting.
"...You're pretty," she almost smiled. Saying nothing else, she retreated to Alucard's room.
~I'm...pretty...?~
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Alucard sat in a dark corner of the floating tower. His mother's words rang in his head. "...angelic creature..." they mixed with Lena's spastic phrase. "You're pretty." When he was merely 100 years old, he had a mortal friend. Of course, she didn't know that he was a "thing". He met her by a creek. Water was always a calming agent. It slightly muted the voices in his head that mocked him and hated him...voices that were his own.
The little girl was admiring the smooth rocks that were washed onto the shore. Eventually, she diverted her attention to the bigger rocks beneath the rippling waters.
Alucard never figured out why she was by the creek without anyone else. Especially since it had been raining profusely and the creek waters were roaring and flooding the bank. And that girl was taking a step into the creek. She was so tiny...she would drown...
"Stay where you are,"
She turned around and noticed him for the first time. A sweet smile of innocence that only a mortal girl's face could carry lit her face. "Are you an angel?"
"Not any more than you are,"
She frowned in confusion and shuffled to where he sat, then got on her knees in front of him, meticulously inspecting his vampiric perfection. "You look like an angel..." she was mesmerized by the chilling painting that was his face. Even the most renowned painter in all of history could not capture the facets of the liquid crystals that were his eyes.
"It would be vain and shallow-excuse my rudeness-to base such profound findings on appearance alone,"
"Perhaps you do not remember!"
"...I am not an angel,"
"You are an angel in my eyes!" she pouted and crossed her chubby arms. Human toddlers were so...cute..."I am Ella. What is your name?"
"Adrian..."
"I like you, Adrian. You're pretty. And you don't tease me like other boys do...where do you live?"
"Uh..."
"Are you my friend now?"
"I suppose..."
The smile returned. She stood up and ran away.
Humans were capable of liking him...as long as they didn't know what he was...that was why Alucard preferred to be alone. It didn't matter if he had friends like Ella. When she found out what he was, she became just another mortal who feared and hated.
"...Adrian?" Lena peered into the room. "I've been looking for you...I've been thinking...and...what I mean to say is...I'm not leaving. And evidently, if I'm staying, all those creatures have to go...you're leaving,"
So she didn't remember anything from last night.
"Would it be too difficult to understand a simple fact I have come across in my time? My staying and going has no effect on my father's servants,"
"You lie. You are your father's son..."
"Certainly, but am I not also my mother's son? You, yourself, had said that being my mother's son means nothing...so why would it mean something to be my father's son?"
"Don't you try twisting my own words..." the anger that warmed her blood was not surprising. But was alarming...because it was divinely enticing...
He couldn't. He promised. No. It was stronger than a promise. It was a vow. A sacred vow. Were these conflicting feelings what made him a Thing?
"Why should I believe you?"
"Is that really the question you mean to ask?"
"What are you talking about? What other question would I have?!"
"Not quite what YOU wish to ask, but THE question. Do you not hear yourself asking it?"
"...No..." she folded her arms and stared at the floor. Typical of a human...trying to put up a facade of confidence when he could taste the confusion and fear.
"Really, the subject to ponder is why should I allow you to stay here?"
"That's stupid. Clearly because I bought the castle,"
"Under false information. The realtor had no actual rights to sell you MY castle, so it is not yours,"
"If you're so smart, why didn't you appear out of nowhere the day she showed me this place and say something about that?" she was really steamed now. Yet, she was hoping he'd stay there on the other side of the room, far away from her. Alucard could hear her thoughts...hear them praying for him to not move an inch.
"Why make the effort?" just to spite her, he left the dark corner and wasn't so far away from her anymore. Lena pressed herself into the wall behind her. The blocks of stone jabbed and grated her as if they were alive and attacking her just like the minions.
"~Look at me,~" his mouth wasn't moving and yet, Lena could hear his voice. It seemed to come from within her own head. "~Look at me,~"
How amusing it was to scare a human once in a while. He was so menacingly beautiful. It didn't take good lighting to see that. Alucard was like a priceless sculpture with finishing touches so carefully and repeatedly applied. Artwork beyond superiority to all others that he was worthy of having a museum just for him. "~look at me,~" she was his slave.
Eyes is too common a word to name the simple features of his face with which he caught and bound her.
Deliquescent, frigid, placid, ablaze, empty...only a few unworthy adjectives.
He heard her mind screaming for him to look away. She was about to die...her soul extracted through her eyes. The screaming wasn't verbal, but he could hear it so clearly. The pleading. Hating. Hurting. Crying.
Alucard averted his glance, but the feeling of falling into something horrible yet longed for was still in the human. And she knew...then...there was no way she could make him leave. He could convince her just by looking at her to commit suicide before he could make him take even one step away.
She limply slid to the floor. Her head hung, and bolts of the fine black silk that was her hair fell over her face.
Alucard hated those weakling humans. He couldn't stand being there, watching the effects of his vile powers for another second.
She pictured his face in her mind. It frightened her to know that the centuries-old, half-dead creature could coerce her to love him if he chose to toy with her compassion like that. His pulchritude was haunting...enrapturing in so many ways. It was ageless. Endless. Timeless. Impeccable. ~Great. Now I'm admiring him like he was some antiquity...~
It drove her mad. He was ancient. But he was the very definition of alluring. In every dictionary with illustrations for things that would be hard to describe with words, his portrait would be next to "alluring" and all other synonyms. She could see it. Alluring (e-loo-r-ing) adj. insanely beautiful. See picture.
She fully saw this now. She fully understood that if worse came to worst, she could end up giving her life to him. Her only escape was to leave...something that she could not bring herself to do.
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the humans never win....