Illness
by: Alucard's Bane
Disclaimer- Blah blah blah...Kouta Hirano...blah
Okay this is Chapter five! HAHA! I want to thank everyone that has reviewed and a special thanks to CiardiaRois for helping me fix the plot holes. Eh. And I'm left-handed, so my mind has conjured images of Integral slashing her right wrist with her left hand, so sorry.
Chapter 5
Integral dipped the washcloth into the water and began to wash Alucard's chest. It was caked with dried blood, apparently he had been throwing up. She sighed and dipped the cloth into the water again, which was now tinged pink. She stopped after a few moments to wipe the sweat from her face and to pin her hair back. "What is wrong with you, Alucard?" she muttered, swiping the cloth over his face as he groaned.
"M-Master..."
She jumped a little when Alucard's eyes opened slightly and he grabbed her arm. "Alucard? What is it?"
"...there." he pointed to the opposite wall. "Three stones up from the bottom and to the left." he furrowed his brows as if he was struggling to keep something down. "It might help."
Integral arched an eyebrow, was it the fever talking for him, or was he honestly trying to help her? "All right, Alucard." she stood up and walked over to the flagstones. Three up from the bottom...she knelt down and counted the three. And to the left. she went over one and tapped it. "This one?"
Alucard nodded. "Yes...pull it out."
"Pull it...out?" she was beginning to think that it was the fever. "Are you sure?"
"Yes," he growled. "Pull it out of the damned wall,"
She shrugged and wrapped her fingers around the corners of the flagstone. "If you say so," she tugged on it and started to feel it slipping out of the wall. What the...! She gave it one final jerk and it fell onto the floor with a loud thump. There was an opening behind the stone, in which a tiny leather bound book sat. A journal? "Is this what you wanted, Alucard?" she turned back to the vampire, but he was asleep again. Integral took the book from its hiding place and sat down in Alucard's chair, opening the book to the first page.
October, 31st, 1920
After having successfully bound the dreaded Count Dracula to my family and its descendants, I realize that keeping this bond is a bit harder than I thought. I must feed the beast my own blood by the month in order to keep this bond. He knows this, for when I forget, as an old man often does, he develops some semblance of a fever.
Integral gaped as she read over the last sentence again, and the realization suddenly hit her like a slap to the face. She had been forgetting to feed him. She berated herself mentally. How could she have forgotten something so important! She knew that ever since the war she had been under a lot of stress, but to forget his feedings completely? She cursed at herself before going back to the journal and skipping a few pages ahead.
December 29th, 1920
I have noticed Alucard (for that is what I call him now, the Count) has become quite sullen over the past few months, his skin feels hot to the touch, but I have been giving him his monthly feedings. I do not understand why he has suddenly become so lethargic. Maybe it has something to do with the seals themselves...he is ranting again. I shall go see to him before he hurts someone. Until tomorrow.
December 30th, 1920
Alucard's condition has gotten worse. The fever he has is very high, he is delirious and cannot feed, for what he does eat comes right back up as if his body is rejecting the blood. This is a most interesting case, I have never read of a vampire becoming ill...I must investigate this further...
December 30th, 11:27 PM, 1920
Alucard has told me of his problem. He came to me earlier this evening, the blood I had donated to him earlier seeming to have abated the fever somewhat. He says that it has something to do with...
That was all there was, the rest of the ink must have gotten wet for it was blurred and ineligible. She turned to Alucard, who was awake and staring at her. "Who's journal is this?"
"Abraham's." he muttered.
Integral closed the small journal, placed it onto the table, and walked over to Alucard. She knelt down beside him. "You should have told me I had been forgetting to feed you."
He nodded. "I should have, I guess."
"So," she reached into her jacket pocket and pulled out a small switchblade. "Let's get you fed, shall we?"
Alucard's eyes brightened. "Directly from the vein, Master?" he asked. "You are spoiling me, you haven't done that since you were a child."
"Yes," she removed the glove from her right hand and rolled her sleeve up to the elbow. "But you will not take anymore than you need, Alucard." she glared at him over her glasses. "Understand?"
He nodded as he watched her place the knife to her wrist. "Yes, Master."
Integral winced as the cold blade sliced across her skin. Warm, red liquid began oozing to the surface of the cut. "Here, Alucard." she moved her wrist in front of his mouth, and he gladly took it into his hands. She shuddered as he began to suck gently on the wound.
"Integral," his eyes were heavy with bloodlust. "Sangele tau dulce va fi al meu..." he wrapped his free arm around her waist and pulled her closer.
Integral let out a small moan as the swoon from the feeding began to cloud her mind. She sighed gently as her head lean against his shoulder, his fingers dancing up to the collar of her blouse. She put up no protest as he undid the first three buttons, revealing her slender neck.
"Master..." he looked at her meaningfully.
She nodded. "It has been a while since you've fed..." she sighed. "Know restraint, pet."
Alucard grinned at her before he dove for her throat. She let out a small cry as his fangs pierced her throat. He grinned again as he felt her struggling underneath him as he slowly drank her blood, careful not to lose himself in his bloodlust.
Integral moaned as he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her into his lap. She felt the swoon hit her like a tidal wave, she was floating. She hadn't felt these sensations in so long. It felt wonderful and she didn't want it to stop. She let out a loud moan to spite herself and clutched at his pants leg. And soon, she was drifting again, her muscles getting lax as a haze passed over her vision. "A-Alucard." her voice sounded distant. She felt him remove his fangs from her throat as his tounge swept over the bite marks, closing them.
Alucard grinned as he picked the now sleeping Integral from the floor and placed her into his coffin. He felt better now, the fever seemed to be gone for the moment, but he knew that it would return soon. He crawled into the coffin and wrapped his arm around Integral, sweet sleep claiming him at last.
TBC...
Yeah, I says to myself, why not end it there? I say, because I won't be evil just yet, because I had this really neat idea and Miss Rois is going to help me with it, aren't you? hehehhahahaha! I was delirious once...oh well, until the next update, friends. AND THANK YOU ALL FOR THE 40 SOME REVIEWS! I LOVE YOU ALL!
"Sangele tau dulce va fi al meu..." Your sweet blood will be mine.