I can't believe I wrote this.

It's so sweet that now I have to go to the dentist. Damn it. Maybe its cause my anniversary is coming close.

Why, oh why so short? Because I also did some drawing. A friend gave me some space to put the stupid drawings online so whoever wants to check them out, go ahead. They are inspired by the fic: (remember to correct the spaces after the periods when you put them on the browser)

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Yay for dumbness and slow days at work and Wacom tablets!

DISCLAIMER: don't own crap... not even this copy of Word.


PART I

I woke up to the sound of birds singing and leaves swaying in the wind.

So relaxing. Damn, I miss the beach.

I opened my eyes squinting uncomfortably. It was a very weird morning in London; it was sunny. The sun was peeking in between the leaves and the trees over me, at times directly over my eye. Yeah, kind of annoying if you ask me.

But once you wake up, it's just beautiful.

I stretched my arms over my head and let them fall. They fell on something; too hard to be a pillow, there are no pillows in the gardens anyways, but kind of soft to be a rock. I look up, Alucard is sleeping on his back, almost perpendicular to my body, and I am doing the same, my head on his upper abs.

We fell asleep... he he, it was fun last night...

It had been fun scaring people that time so we agreed on doing it again. And with the arrival of new recruits, we thought about giving them a warm welcome. I knew it was wrong in every way, but what the hell. Plus they had never seen me, so it would be easier to scare them.

We were right.

Adrenaline at its highest levels at the possibility of being caught.

When we were done scaring people out of their pants, we came to the gardens, the vampire being in the mood to moon gaze. I got comfortable on the grass and did the same. I guess some time after I was asleep he also felt like getting comfortable, so here we are.

I felt warmth on my feet. We had taken off shoes and other stuff, except pants and shirts of course, since nothing happened. It was a surprise for me, really. But still it was very much fun. I smiled as I remembered.

The warmth on my feet was kind of annoying me. I looked up still squinting, the sun coming out of a big cloud. I hope it doesn't rain.

Great, now the sun will shortly hit my eye--fucking great.

DAMN.

I sat up.

Alucard. Sun. Vampire... oh my fucking God...

"Alucard--Alucard wake up..." I shook him vigorously. He needs to hide NOW. "Alucard!" He was not moving. "Alucard, goddamnit wake up its morning and you--!"

Nothing.

I stood up and looked around. How can I make him wake up, damn it!

Shit, shit... I don't know what to do—I don't know what to do…!

"Alucard please, wake up please wake up..." I said louder but nothing. I shook him and even punched him on his stomach.

Nothing.

I'm hyperventilating. My head feels weird.

I think I am... IN PANIC.

"Vampire! Don't die--please don't die on me--shit it's my fault--." I stood up and began to pull him by his arm to the shaded area, at least to save some time. But he is damn heavy; I could only move him a little.
"Alucard!" My voice was breaking and the cloud was moving more and more... the sun was hitting his legs. "Please wake up…" I could barely see... my eyes were filled with tears. "ALUCARD!--oh god no, it's my fault--ALUC--." Again I tried to move him and shake him at the same time as tears began rolling down my cheeks... I needed help. Anyone. I looked around but I was scared to scream; I would have to then explain our doings last night. No, no, even if he survived, he would be in ridiculous trouble.
"WAKE. UP!"

I had an idea. I felt bad about what I was going to do but it was the only way I could think of waking him up. The sun was already hitting part of his exposed chest, so I had to act fast. I ran to my boots, got a silver knife out and pushed it against the skin of his chest. Not stab him, just push the silver on him.

His eyes darted open, furious I can tell because of the wild way the colors changed and the way he hissed at me. His skin hissed too as if it had hit acid. I let the thing go in fear of hurting him too much but before he reacted toward me, I pulled him to the shade. He grabbed me by my arm—ow, this will leave a bruise-- and shook me as he ranted in what I believe to be Romanian, again.

"Ghetzu Meu!--PASTELE TALE TARF--!"

"I HAD TO WAKE YOU UP--I'M SORRY--!"

"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU--."

"THE SUN IS COMING OUT--I'M SORRY I--."

He stopped and looked toward his side. I gasped as the sun finally hit his face. More tears left my eyes.

I pulled him by his shirt closer to the shaded area behind me. In this process he fell over me a bit.

"Sunlight doesn't hurt me..." He said a bit altered still.

"What!"

"Sunlight. Doesn't. Hurt… Me..." He shifted moods in a microsecond and looked at me as if I suddenly had grown a second head or a third ear.

"It can't be--you're a vampire--it's in the books--I read it!" I stopped my ranting as I saw his face being hit with the strong morning sun and nothing was happening.

I stared in disbelief.

"… Why aren't you turning into ashes...?" I asked my voice small and still breaking.

Silence.

I kept staring at him wide eyed. This can't be possible.

"You're... crying..." He whispered almost inaudibly.

I went to touch his face with my finger, and reassure myself it was not ash and he was not... dead... or whatever.

Silence.

"You're ok."

He kept staring at me as if he was trying to understand something. My eyes went down to his half opened shirt.

"Oh god..." Again I felt my eyes fill with tears. "I'm so sorry..." What I had done with my knife looked so horrible.

"Why are you crying..." Again he sounded in some kind of daze.

"What do you mean why--I thought you were going to die... or whatever happens when vampires turn into ashes..." I said as a matter-of-factly.

Silence.

"Can you heal that?"

"Yes..." He said and it magically began to heal. It was... amazing. He was still staring at me.

"Ghnn…" I moved my arm with a frown. I could still feel his fingers wrapped around it, although he wasn't touching me anymore.

He raised my sleeve and wrapped his hand softly around it. A cold current came over that part of my arm and then... nothing. Not even a slight bruise.

"Thanks..." I said softly pulling it down. I sniffed. "Next time inform me about things like this..." I wasn't scolding, but trying to stop him from staring at me like that.

"I did."

"When?

"That night at the balcony."

"You didn't state it... you said 'what if'."

Silence.

He is not looking away.

I cleaned my face and nose just in case.

"What..."

He didn't say anything. I had not realized how close we were, so it was just a matter of him leaning a bit forward for his face to end up against my neck. I felt his cold nose against my skin, inhaling.

He doesn't seem to be backing away.

Which shocked me to no end.

I slowly rested my head on his as the seconds passed and he was not moving away. I was confused. He is not the kind of… being to be tender or get close or nothing like this. But I was not thinking straight; I was happy that he was not a pile of ashes. So my hand went to his upper back and rubbed him affectionally.

His back muscles tensing under my hand made me realize this was not such a good idea. So I brought my head up from his and my hand slid off him to my lap. My heart was racing like crazy when I realized he was still not moving. It only got worse as his hair began tickling my nose and I felt, for the first time, his smell. Even after everything that has happened before between us, I never stopped and paid attention to this.

We stayed like this for a moment until I realized where we were, the time and that someone could see us.

"Let's go... someone could come around this place." I whispered. His face came up but I couldn't look at him in the eye.

He raised his head silently. Not a word was said.

I slid my feet inside my boots, not tying them or anything. I put my coat on and tried to look decent. He was clothed in a second. How convenient.

"Bye..." I said still shaken by the whole thing and feeling a bit silly.

"Good day, milady..." He said still softly behind me. I walked without looking back at him, still feeling strange, trying to hide into my coat.

I walked to my room, thinking over what had happened. It might have sounded like nothing, but I was feeling stupid things in my stomach. He never gets this close, not like this. Only when there is kissing, nibbling or something of the kind involved.

I don't know why my mind went back a little over a year ago; to when I had first met him. He had challenged me to a sparing. I was as always doing my katas in the gym, this time killing some energy that wouldn't let me sleep. He came in, started to annoy me and then challenged me to a friendly fight. I was not very familiar with the things he could do at the time, being just a recruit, so of course I said yes.

He gave me the beating of the century.

My body and ego were bruised and I thought sarcastically to myself, 'way to go! Great first impression'. Surprisingly it was. I didn't understand him then, but he liked the fact that I wasn't intimidated by what he was. And from then on as opposed to the rest of the personnel, if he was around I would acknowledge his presence. Sometimes giving him the finger, yes, but it was something. I smiled at his face when ever I stuck my tongue out at him or something of the sort. Yes, I enjoyed being around him. I didn't have to bother with boring human social etiquette. In a way, our interactions were natural and laid back.

My random thoughts took me to my room in no time. It was still early so I started changed into something more comfortable, still sulking, trying to find a moment he had been close to affectionate. But nothing. And what was with the staring…

(knock knock)

"Come in…" I whispered absently, as I lowered my beater, my back toward the door. Then I snapped back to reality. How did I know it was him at—.

I looked toward the door, his body fazing through it. I turned around and sat on the bed. He was not saying anything which was very weird. He always had a comment to either make me want to kill him or start a philosophical conversation. This time, it was just silence.

"I'm glad you didn't turn into ashes." I said to stop the uncomfortable silence.

Silence.

He walked toward the bed slowly and sat beside me.

"Now I understand something..." He whispered almost inaudibly, trying to sound like his burlesque self. Trying.

"What..."

"Why you wanted to be close to Brendon that time."

"Why..."

"I told you before... concern... it has a unique scent. +Silence+ It calms even the most barbaric furor..."

Silence.

"Is that why you rested on my shoulder? And look at me the way you have those times too?" I asked softly.

Silence.

I knelt forward, getting closer to him. He looked at me, not knowing what to expect. "You can do it again if you want..." I whispered sweetly. His eyes went to my shoulder and after hesitating, he moved toward me.

As his nose again landed on my neck, one of my arms went around his shoulders and slowly began to go up and down his back. Again I felt his muscles tense for a few seconds; I guess surprised by this act of affection. Or just not used to it.

Surprisingly, his body relaxed very slowly; my other hand went to his head and brushed his hair back. I wonder what he thought about all this.

He did not move for what I guessed was 3 or 5 minutes. I was swaying a bit, not sure why, but my heart again was pumping blood through me like crazy. I did not realize I was falling back until I felt the bed under my back.

"Oop!—sorry." I whispered that last thing.

He did not say a word nor sat up or anything. He came down half on me, his nose still into my neck. Smelling, I could feel it. This position was better; I was more relaxed. I kept combing his hair with my fingers, as my other hand was still resting on his upper back.

His body was relaxing more and more, his head finally hitting my shoulder completely and the rest of him landing on half my body. My bent leg was almost curling around him, surprisingly making me more cozy and comfy than him, I bet.

More time passed. It was getting cold.

I stretched my leg, the one on him and pulled the comforter over us with my toe, very very slowly. I was afraid to move too much. I didn't want him to think I was uncomfortable and make him leave. But I think I was successful because he didn't even flinch. Damn it's cold. My beater and brief-shorts are not very generous on covering and he wasn't exactly radiating warmth.

My short fingernails moved slowly under his hair at the nape of his neck. It was something I wasn't aware of. But it didn't seem to bother him.

"Are you ok?" I whispered after a long time and nothing from him.

Silence.

"Alucard?" I whispered softly.

More silence.

"Are you asleep?" I whispered again and smiled a little.

Silence.

"Good... I'm tired too..." I whispered even softer and curling my leg around him a bit more, I fell asleep too.


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