A little lemon… looks almost like a green grape… just so you know… so if you're reading this at FF you know where you have to go to read the entire thing (Adultfan. Nexcess. Net) remember to correct the spaces after the periods.

Sorry it's not as polished as it can be... been going crazy with some probs here but I promised I would update today... so gomen all the way.

For kitty . Prrmeow...

DISCLAIMER: If you don't know it by now after (looks at watch) 15 chappys, dude... just, dude... (walks away).


This is one of those times when I appreciate not having a close relationship with my mother. I can only imagine the conversation...

"Hi mom—yeah I'm going out on a date... no, this guy from work... yeah, he's cute—very cute, I like his eyes... no, not blue... not green either—never mind... what does he do? Uh, he works with me mom... uh, how old? Uh... older than me mom yeah... a little old... but you could never tell, he he... his family? No I don't think I can meet them anymore, he he +sweatdrops+... he's an ex-King he he... of where?... nah nevermind mom, it's not even in the map anymore..."

I am not even drunk yet and I'm coming up with these stupidities.

I walked to the mirror and checked how I looked for the last time as I put my earrings on. I haven't worn this dress in ages I swear. Now the thing is to not fall walking or something. High heels are not my preferred choice in shoes normally.

I sighed. How stupid am I to wear a strapless dress with a vampire close? I have to be nuts.

I saw his head peek from behind my shoulder through the mirror.

"I said I would call you..."

"Pardon me, milady, I got anxious."

"I thought patience was one of your virtues."

"Virtues? Me?" He chuckled.

"Yeah, yeah..." I said and turned around. He was eying every inch of me which made me a bit self conscious. "... So where will we be going?"

He was looking at me in silence.

I had to smile at this.

"Where there are a lot of people of course... you know how I like to brag..."

Still looking, specially the top part of my dress.

"Can I do some bragging too?" I said and pulled him to me, my hands clawing at the sides of his shirt.

"Why not?"

Ah, his kiss.

(Rhythmic knocking)

"It never fails..." He said in into my lips.

"One question." I whispered still kissing him.

"Hm?"

"How are we getting out of here?"

He softly broke the kiss, looked at the wall behind me and nodded that way. I arched my back to look and saw a black swirl on the wall. I gasped as I felt his fangs tickling the skin peeking out of my top.

"What are you going to do about--."

"About?"

When my eyes came back to him I gasped and covered my mouth with my hand. Hazel.

"What happened to your eyes?"

"Nothing... it is an illusion..."

"And your teeth!"

"We don't want to scare people, right?"

I was staring a lot.

"... this is awesome..."

"Thank you."

"Though... I like them the way they are normally..."

Silence and a cock of his head.

"Just do it for the others..."

"Very well... shall we?"

"Such a gentleman." I said as he helped me put my coat on.

"A monster is in all his right."

I hope we don't run into people we know... that would be the worst thing that could happen.

I feel like I'm having an affair or something.


"How much can you tell of a person just by looking at their thoughts?... in your experience." I asked after a little pause as we got comfortable inside our private booth.

He took us to a very Modern/Victorian furnished jazz bar, live bossa nova, and did something very interesting to the host so she would seat us in here. She seemed dazed for a moment, even as she walked us to the booth.

So much for reservations with him.

We were speaking about reading thoughts and how he saw this ability. He sat beside me, closer than not close, arm stretched on the back of the couch, leaned a bit towards me. His eyes went from hazel to red depending on who would come close. He was being careful I guess.

He is spoiling me… he has no idea how much. I could seriously get used to this.

"The mind of a human is a very interesting place..." He said in this sensual whisper.

"You have said that before..."

"Reality and fiction intertwine with each other... it is the most sublime of puzzles. People might think looking into someone's mind is the answer to all the questions one has of that person... this is in most cases, untrue..."

He was with no doubt, royalty once. You can see it in everything he does when he wants to be civilized. From a simple gesture to the way he speaks or holds his glass.

"Why?"

"Thoughts are creations; true or untrue, in some cases not even the creator knows... it is always the same as reading gestures or expressions... I tend to go back to mannerisms and the like after looking into someone's mind and place everything together... in the end, it comes back to perception; except when I am able to create those thoughts, but for the most part, I remain nothing more than... a spectator."

Silence.

Why doesn't he always act this way, I thought, still looking at him and nodding a little.

"Because... you're a delight when you are aggravated..."

I rolled my eyes and half smiled.

"You enjoy it too, that I can perceive from you... in your mind and outside as well."

I shook my head a little, still half smiling.

"I don't think I should ask this--but I'm dying to know... what do you see? I mean in my mind... because you constantly look, I know..."

"We can't stay here past 3 in the morning, milady..."

"Summarize..."

I tried not to smile.

Great he has a change of clothes and I turn into a giggly teenager.

Silence. He looked thoughtful.

"You are what I remember labeling as... a surveyor of the mind..."

"Hm... ! What does that mean?"

"You maneuver... your mind..."

"Care to elaborate... I don't think I understand..."

"Remember that time we sparred?"

"Yes... my body still remembers."

"That was the first time I had peeked inside your pretty little mind; me, used to see that formless tumult of thoughts and feelings and what not that humans are... I see... conduits..."

"Conduits?"

"Yes... it looked like a fantastic structure... far from the chaos and the usual disorder... it surprised me and... intrigued me..."

"I don't think I can understand since I don't have that ability..."

"... so specialized... everything so methodically controlled and... canalized... a true work of art..."

"Really?"

"... Yes..." +silence+ "... but I have seen too many to know this was just a beautiful illusion... this is not what your mind truly is..."

Silence. I lost contact with his eyes for a bit and looked down at his shirt, not moving my head.

"I questioned the genuineness of it... but found nothing. +silence+ As with every illusion that is brought up for too long, it rapidly consumes what it tried to simulate and finally annuls it; there is nothing that precedes it. Only that illusion, that fantasy... which ends up turning into the only truth... your reality..."

Silence. I felt so naked. I couldn't look at him. Well, it is hard to hear one is pretty much a non-existing... creation of one's self; as paradoxical as it sounds.

"Why feel ashamed?" I looked up. "This only proves that strength you posses, that not only translates to good aim or impressive stamina in battle... being able to canalize feelings, inexistent handwheels that steer humans to absurd conduct, says how much you understand their falsehood... this is why I believe you are capable of so many things... things beyond human understanding." +silence+ "... and why I believed--still believe, you do not belong with them..."

Silence.

"Is this why you... didn't want to--."

"Maybe..."

"Maybe, maybe..." +silence+ "... you will never answer something compromising will you?"

He half smiled at me.

"Yeah... figures."

He was studying me still.

"So I guess you feel a bit upset about... what happened then?" It was still a question in my mind. Why had he spoiled me after all?

Silence.

"Sometimes..." Our drinks were here, finally.

"Meaning..."

He waited for the waitress to be gone.

"I do... when I see you in battle, struggling against something not even the more experienced Captains would dare get close to... when I see how much stronger you could have become..." +silence+ "... I do not,... when I see your face contort almost in exquisite pain as you orgasm, every fiber of you that I come in contact with, clench around me... it is quite... extraordinary..."

Ok... I was NOT expecting this and of course I'm blushing... is it getting hot in here?

"I can see your point..." I tried to change the mood a bit as I controlled my smile.

"She blushes..." He said before his lips touched the glass.

I rested my side towards the leather couch and kind of sank in it.

"Shut up..."

More of his studying.

"You look beautiful..."

"Thank you... wow a direct, human-like compliment..."

"Humans are not the only ones who can appreciate beauty."

"Hmm...+pause+ was that your human eye color?"

"Yes."

"... I like it..." +pause+ "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure, milady..."

Silence.

"Have you ever been in love?"

Very long silent pause.

"Wow... that's a lot of thinking..."

"I am deciding how to answer this..."

"Deciding? Just yes or no."

"It is... more complex than that..."

"Why?"

"There is always a motive behind a question like this... and a consequence."

"I have a motive?"

"Yes..."

"I just want to know, that's all..."

"Why?"

"The King of Evasiveness..." I had a bit to drink.

Long silent pause.

"Yes, I have..."

Silence.

"As a human or a vampire..."

"Both."

"Hm..." Silence. "I heard you came to London for a woman... +pause+ did you stay for another one?"

Again he reached for his drink and gulped, tasted it patiently, ignoring my question. I waited and kept looking at him but he was completely immersed in his evasiveness. But I didn't stop looking at him, even after he came back to my eyes.

"Ok... sorry I asked..."

"And you have no motives?"

"It's ok, you don't have to answer."

"I know..." Silence. He kept looking at me. "Ask a better question."

"Hm?"

"Ask what you want to ask."

It was my time to be evasive.

I looked away to the side, the band playing. I felt bad about tricking him into answering something so personal. But not like I could do that. He might sometimes let me think I have tricked him, but please.

I felt his fingers run through my hair delicately. I turned back to him a bit surprised by this.

"Since I've known you, I have seen you cry three times." He said thoughtfully. Maybe checking that his memory was not failing him.

"I have?"

"Yes... only once for your life... in my presence; even though it is in danger on a daily basis."

That day he went all crazy on me I think he meant.

"And even that time, as your hand landed on me, it was not to hurt me... not even to protect yourself."

Silence. Now that I remember, it's true.

"The other two... for the life of others... mine and your mentor's."

Silence.

"Does it surprise you that someone cares?"

Silence. He just looked back at me.

"I have heard the comments."

"What comments?"

"From other Officers, Captains... they very much dislike your work ethic... or, as I see it, envy it."

More silence.

"Some have blamed me for this... people see us talk. But only you deserve credit for this attitude towards life... a will I sometimes see repressed because of what you are..."

Silence.

"A mortal body is nothing but an obstacle, a cage... what drives a creature, what ever its nature, is its will... and this same will is what stays alive even after death."

His face got a bit darker. I wondered what he was thinking.

"Do you have any idea of what you could have become?" He whispered leaning a bit forward for emphasis. "That strength you already posses would have multiplied by itself so many times that it would have intoxicated you with power... it would have made you regret every single minute you were human; no cage or obstacle to hold you back, only your will, which would mold that same cage to whatever it needs to be. Make it so alterable it would become… nonexistent." He smiled devilishly. "... One of the various flavors freedom has."

I could almost taste his words. I could tell he knew what he was saying. And I got his point; he might be a slave, but his power is enormous. I guess freedom is also relative.

"I do not give my gift out freely..." He trailed off. His frown intensified for a moment and then left completely. "This is one of those moments." He had a sip of his drink.

"What moments."

"When I get frustrated with myself for what I did."

Silence.

"Is there a reason for this?"

"I am only male, milady... a monster but male nonetheless. An impulse."

"No, why make me one like you. A reason for this."

"I already gave you my reasons."

"Alucard I am not that superficial. Why. There are more implications to this than loosing one's heartbeat. 'Come with me' you said... why--."

"What you want to find you will... it is all a matter of perception."

"It can't be this only."

"Some things are not as complex as they seem; experience has given me certain ways of looking at things and its complexity we enjoy discussing after work, my dear, but remember I still am a monster. Sometimes it pleases me so I do it."

"Just for the record I am not convinced."

"I know that."

Yeah, of course. It's not like I can hide it from him anyways.

He chuckled and brought the glass to his lips.

I looked away to the side again, the band still playing. How I love bossa nova. I began to sway a bit to it, but turned back to him when I felt a little movement. I saw him on his feet looking down at me.

"... hmm?"

He extended his hand toward me.

"No you don't..." I stated strongly, very incredulously. He can't dance, can he?

"Why not?"

"I dunno... isn't it against some evilness rule or something?"

"Almost 600 years old as you said once... I had to learn sometime, right?"

Ok, he has a point. I accepted and he pulled me gently to where some people were dancing too. This is completely unexpected... I need a camera.


I stepped into the swirl first and after a quick dizziness I was in my room. Right behind me was him. I slid the coat down my arms and put it on the only chair in my room. His just disappeared.

I sat on the bed, feeling my feet were about to explode. Dancing and walking is not too much fun with high heeled shoes. I found out tonight. But it was such a nice night out that we had to walk. So I didn't mind. But now I was dying.

"Ah-ah-ah ..." He said softly, sitting beside me and taking my hands away from my shoes. I was about to take them off.

"What--." He came over and began to kiss me, again in less than innocent ways.

My back slowly hit the bed. I felt his arm around me, moving me up toward the headboard. He rested on me, legs intertwined, our tongues fighting for control.

Oh, sweet torture. What to do:

Take his clothes off and feast on that yummy body of his...

or

Leave them on and take advantage of this rare occasion that he dressed up...

Decisions, decisions...

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Are things getting clearer? Let me know… still there's a twist coming… and yes she already has a name and it will come up in the last chapter… it is only right since to just throw it in the story right now makes no sense. Thanx for the suggestions; I did choose from those suggestions though it will come up as the short version of the name. Why? You will see why.

RnR pls! Bai!