disclaimer: *rolls eyes and walks away* duh...*grabs arikado by his prettiful head of black hair and shoves him towards the disclaimer* ya think I could have thought of this? *ponders*
well actually in a way don't you think cv is sorta a fanwork off of bram stoker's dracula? which by the way that book according to modern standards is way boring...aaaaaanyway so here we go bram stoker was pretty much the father of vampire stuff. How unfortunate he wasn't alive to gather the fortune he could have made off of people using his idea of Dracula to create all sorts of other stuff...
and then we have Anne Rice, who, quite sadly, does not give permission for fanfiction.net pplz to write fanfics of her works...brilliant lady she is. that drives me insane. her books are a far stretch from cv and stoker but marius reminds me so much of alucard...*sighs* and armand too of course armand...if his hair was a little blonder, that is...*droolz* um yeah
and then in the artistic category we have the master of gothic anime, ayami kojima, who makes such delicious illustrations of the cv charas...I tried drawing a copy of one of her non-cv works it took me 2 days to draw and 1 day to shade everything...*shakes head* that was complicated...my only complaint about her is after a while her paintings begin to look the same...like I almost mistook Leon for Juste once...
and then IGA who creates the cv games so anyway...
see how I admire those pplz? see how I talk about them like dieties or something? That's cause I can never be anything close to what they are, never have talents like theirs. Hence my point is...
I DON'T OWN CV NOW LEAVE ME ALONE!!!!!!!!!!!! *broods in corner* oh and i don't own anything dickensien either...
heh that's the best disclaimer I've ever written maybe I'll stick it onto all my chappies now...o.O
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Autumn was pervading the country. Every morning, Lena stood loyal to her balcony-Alucard's balcony, actually-and watched the color palette of the forest. She studied and observed with the determination of pursuing a life-long hobby the quick changes of green to eventual blood red.
The dhampire had recently reclaimed his room with little convincing. Lena had flat-out told him the room was his again and in a voice laced with fear. Fear that was well-hidden from human hearing...not him. He felt slightly guilty, but he was pleased with the emotions he had finally grinded into her.
With great reluctance, he handed permission for her to stare at trees from his balcony every morning. It gave him an opportunity to make his own observations of her illogical fascination with the changing of seasons.
"Surely, if you religiously study the process every year, you must have had enough,"
"...Not really. I always feel like I've missed a large part of it...or maybe even the whole thing. I guess you wouldn't know the feeling. You'll live forever. Plenty of time to procrastinate about enjoying pointless things like this,"
So it meant that much to her. Even if he could see into a human's soul...read their thoughts, know them better than they did...he couldn't understand their passions. Such randomness was beyond even his preternatural comprehension.
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She was standing there at the French doors once again. Most of the leaves have dried and fallen a week ago. Why was she still on her color quest? She felt the foggy glass with the tips of her fingers and didn't bother to open the doors. "Frost..." she walked out of the room without even trying to looks his way.
Presently, she was outside the castle, kneeling beside the white picket fence and her flowers, observing them. Blandly shattering the frosted petals in her pale hands.
Her despondency was typical of humans. But it couldn't be typical of her. Alucard could remember the first day the mortal came to live in Castlevania. She had been so bold and careless. Her ego only increased until she realized what could ultimately end her life. Does she remember the nerve she had to unhesitantly hold a dhampire's hand? Does she wonder how it-the courage-vanished so suddenly? How her life crumbled?
Alucard, despite himself, noticed how pale her skin was now. Pale from anxiety. Pale from fear. Pale from life itself. She used to have a healthy glow to her skin. Sometimes, her cheeks were even rosy. Alucard, as a child, had always wanted skin like that. Skin like a human's. He wanted mortality.
Now that Lena was pale, there was a certain delicate quality in her features that he had never noticed before. Her movements were always of aristocratic grace, but the extreme health of her flesh...the color...it had always overpowered her other appearance. Now...he saw. She was fragile. Frail in a humanly pretty sense.
He almost felt guilty again.
Almost.
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"I think you should dye your hair...black,"
He glared at her in reply. "A little too much coffee for you today, human?" Alucard reached for the coffee cup in Lena's hand. In the other, she held the saucer at such an angle that made her look like she was planning to throw it at him.
"No. I think you should dye your hair black. And maybe get colored contact lenses," she didn't quite care about giving up her coffee, for she was DEEP in thought..."blue...not sapphire blue. I think a very light blue would be nice. Ice-blue...with a touch of gray,"
~...how...no I'm not paranoid...she can't possibly know about my other form...Arikado...~
"Yes, blue-gray. And cut your hair...but it suits your face so well when it's long. Maybe just shoulder-length, then...black with just a tinge of navy blue near the bangs. That'd be good,"
"And how would you plan to go about this plan of yours to reform me?"
"I'm going shopping today. I'll get some hair dye and lenses...maybe bring home a stylist...I'll buy you a suit too. Yes, you'd need new clothes to match the outfit. Don't look at me like that. It's almost New Years. You need new clothes to match the hair. You can't be 13th century forever,"
~Yes I can~ "You will not do that,"
"I might," she stood up and put on her suede jacket. "I'm going shopping. Have a nice day," then she mumbled, "notetoselfpickup4lattes"
Alucard sighed. In order to prevent her from carrying out the great expectations, he'd have to follow her to the city...
So much for seclusion until the end of the world.
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"Let's get you fitted for a suit,"
"...The whole point of me being here is to not let you go about doing that..."
"Aren't we Mr. Grumpmeister today,"
Alucard could feel his temples bulging out of his head.
"Awww come on, Adrian! Look, everyone else is happy! Get into the holiday spirit!...even though Christmas was a few days ago heh...but anyway see the disgusting number of smiling faces around you? It wouldn't kill you to be one of them for a day. Hell, you might fake it so well, you'd stop being so depressed..."
She hasn't talked so much ever since that day in the tower. She was almost like her old self!
~What is it about these last few weeks of the year that make humans so joyful?~
"Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease, Adrian?" Lena clasped her hands and her face turned pleading and innocent. Like a little child's...didn't she ever act her age?!
"You're the typical black-winged angel with an incinerated halo today,"
"Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease, Adrian?"
For some reason, he couldn't think of a reason against it...
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BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA...heh...Lena turns Alucard back into Arikado without even knowing what the hell she's doing...fun...
well actually in a way don't you think cv is sorta a fanwork off of bram stoker's dracula? which by the way that book according to modern standards is way boring...aaaaaanyway so here we go bram stoker was pretty much the father of vampire stuff. How unfortunate he wasn't alive to gather the fortune he could have made off of people using his idea of Dracula to create all sorts of other stuff...
and then we have Anne Rice, who, quite sadly, does not give permission for fanfiction.net pplz to write fanfics of her works...brilliant lady she is. that drives me insane. her books are a far stretch from cv and stoker but marius reminds me so much of alucard...*sighs* and armand too of course armand...if his hair was a little blonder, that is...*droolz* um yeah
and then in the artistic category we have the master of gothic anime, ayami kojima, who makes such delicious illustrations of the cv charas...I tried drawing a copy of one of her non-cv works it took me 2 days to draw and 1 day to shade everything...*shakes head* that was complicated...my only complaint about her is after a while her paintings begin to look the same...like I almost mistook Leon for Juste once...
and then IGA who creates the cv games so anyway...
see how I admire those pplz? see how I talk about them like dieties or something? That's cause I can never be anything close to what they are, never have talents like theirs. Hence my point is...
I DON'T OWN CV NOW LEAVE ME ALONE!!!!!!!!!!!! *broods in corner* oh and i don't own anything dickensien either...
heh that's the best disclaimer I've ever written maybe I'll stick it onto all my chappies now...o.O
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Autumn was pervading the country. Every morning, Lena stood loyal to her balcony-Alucard's balcony, actually-and watched the color palette of the forest. She studied and observed with the determination of pursuing a life-long hobby the quick changes of green to eventual blood red.
The dhampire had recently reclaimed his room with little convincing. Lena had flat-out told him the room was his again and in a voice laced with fear. Fear that was well-hidden from human hearing...not him. He felt slightly guilty, but he was pleased with the emotions he had finally grinded into her.
With great reluctance, he handed permission for her to stare at trees from his balcony every morning. It gave him an opportunity to make his own observations of her illogical fascination with the changing of seasons.
"Surely, if you religiously study the process every year, you must have had enough,"
"...Not really. I always feel like I've missed a large part of it...or maybe even the whole thing. I guess you wouldn't know the feeling. You'll live forever. Plenty of time to procrastinate about enjoying pointless things like this,"
So it meant that much to her. Even if he could see into a human's soul...read their thoughts, know them better than they did...he couldn't understand their passions. Such randomness was beyond even his preternatural comprehension.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
She was standing there at the French doors once again. Most of the leaves have dried and fallen a week ago. Why was she still on her color quest? She felt the foggy glass with the tips of her fingers and didn't bother to open the doors. "Frost..." she walked out of the room without even trying to looks his way.
Presently, she was outside the castle, kneeling beside the white picket fence and her flowers, observing them. Blandly shattering the frosted petals in her pale hands.
Her despondency was typical of humans. But it couldn't be typical of her. Alucard could remember the first day the mortal came to live in Castlevania. She had been so bold and careless. Her ego only increased until she realized what could ultimately end her life. Does she remember the nerve she had to unhesitantly hold a dhampire's hand? Does she wonder how it-the courage-vanished so suddenly? How her life crumbled?
Alucard, despite himself, noticed how pale her skin was now. Pale from anxiety. Pale from fear. Pale from life itself. She used to have a healthy glow to her skin. Sometimes, her cheeks were even rosy. Alucard, as a child, had always wanted skin like that. Skin like a human's. He wanted mortality.
Now that Lena was pale, there was a certain delicate quality in her features that he had never noticed before. Her movements were always of aristocratic grace, but the extreme health of her flesh...the color...it had always overpowered her other appearance. Now...he saw. She was fragile. Frail in a humanly pretty sense.
He almost felt guilty again.
Almost.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"I think you should dye your hair...black,"
He glared at her in reply. "A little too much coffee for you today, human?" Alucard reached for the coffee cup in Lena's hand. In the other, she held the saucer at such an angle that made her look like she was planning to throw it at him.
"No. I think you should dye your hair black. And maybe get colored contact lenses," she didn't quite care about giving up her coffee, for she was DEEP in thought..."blue...not sapphire blue. I think a very light blue would be nice. Ice-blue...with a touch of gray,"
~...how...no I'm not paranoid...she can't possibly know about my other form...Arikado...~
"Yes, blue-gray. And cut your hair...but it suits your face so well when it's long. Maybe just shoulder-length, then...black with just a tinge of navy blue near the bangs. That'd be good,"
"And how would you plan to go about this plan of yours to reform me?"
"I'm going shopping today. I'll get some hair dye and lenses...maybe bring home a stylist...I'll buy you a suit too. Yes, you'd need new clothes to match the outfit. Don't look at me like that. It's almost New Years. You need new clothes to match the hair. You can't be 13th century forever,"
~Yes I can~ "You will not do that,"
"I might," she stood up and put on her suede jacket. "I'm going shopping. Have a nice day," then she mumbled, "notetoselfpickup4lattes"
Alucard sighed. In order to prevent her from carrying out the great expectations, he'd have to follow her to the city...
So much for seclusion until the end of the world.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Let's get you fitted for a suit,"
"...The whole point of me being here is to not let you go about doing that..."
"Aren't we Mr. Grumpmeister today,"
Alucard could feel his temples bulging out of his head.
"Awww come on, Adrian! Look, everyone else is happy! Get into the holiday spirit!...even though Christmas was a few days ago heh...but anyway see the disgusting number of smiling faces around you? It wouldn't kill you to be one of them for a day. Hell, you might fake it so well, you'd stop being so depressed..."
She hasn't talked so much ever since that day in the tower. She was almost like her old self!
~What is it about these last few weeks of the year that make humans so joyful?~
"Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease, Adrian?" Lena clasped her hands and her face turned pleading and innocent. Like a little child's...didn't she ever act her age?!
"You're the typical black-winged angel with an incinerated halo today,"
"Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease, Adrian?"
For some reason, he couldn't think of a reason against it...
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BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA...heh...Lena turns Alucard back into Arikado without even knowing what the hell she's doing...fun...