Wazaga says: "I lost my muse forever and day! So this is a little late. Oh, it couldn't be that I also forgot about it, could it? Nah, just read and enjoy people. Even if it is poorly thought out. What can I say? I'm a reader, not a writer!"

Chapter 12: "A Different Tune."

Since that morning in the tower, Alucard and Rebecca have both been in high spirits. Five days have passed since then and they practically acted as if they had been friends since childhood. Their mirth and laughter would echo through the halls along with their conversations. Without the formalities that had them wrapped by the throat in the past. They found it easy to discuss any and all topics they found to their taste for whatever reason that stirred their minds.

Rebecca had come to enjoy walking with him through the many halls and corridors as they spoke. Occasionally, she would ask of the castle's history and he was only too happy to oblige her with as much as he knew.

Alucard, however, found her to be quite educated in historical facts. She even surprised him at one point when she dictated the entire history behind one of the older statues that they passed by in a large ballroom. When she asked if she was mistaken or not, all he could do was reply with an opened mouthed bewilderment that made her laugh delightedly.

Their afternoons together seemed so pleasant, that they couldn't hide their own disappointment by the fact that they had to depart by evening's time.

Only once did Alucard enter the guest chamber he had appointed for her family, and the experience was unnerving. Though only Artemes and Arthur were present in the den at the time both their moods seemed as dark as a graveyard at midnight.

"I hope that everything is satisfactory at such short notice." He had asked "how fares your son's health?"

"He hasn't worsened, which is good for the most part." Said Artemes in a somewhat blunt tone after recoving from the shock of the suddan visit "but I shouldn't hold too high of hope. With this accursed rain holding us from the hospitals, I'm afraid we are forced to inconvenience you for a longer amount of time, your lordship."

Arthur looked all but blank in expression as he sat in total silence across his father.

With that Alucard bid them a good evening and left the McGriphs to their privacy. However, he didn't wish to enter that room again if he could help it. Something warned him of danger in that room, and he couldn't dismiss it as easily as he wished. However, by morning the next day when he waited for Rebecca in the main hall, her appearance made him forget of his worry almost instantly.

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Wazaga says: "I can't continue this anymore. I'm just not up for it like I thought I was. This chapter sucks and I lost track of the dumb story. HOWEVER! I'm gonna start a new one for Sphinx and the Cursed Mummy. So click to my Bio page and go have a read their. This fic may or may not be completed in the future, if not re-writen or something. Soooo, bu-bye for now."