I'm an Idiot
I'm an idiot
I watch looney tunes
I'm an idiot
I don't go to church
I'm an idiot
I like to smoke chairs
I'm an idiot
Shoot me please
Arthur & Alucard
Arthur was sullen for the year following. It was a difficult thing for him to deal with, but prayer and mission kept him distracted. As well as the sound of his baby daughter's coo.
"Masster..?"
"Alucard." Arthur mutters, the name wasn't even mentioned properly. He said it so half assed it made the vampire seethe.
"...Mortals.." Alucard grunts, flipped upside down as he peered at Arthur from his topsy turvy little world, black threads of unattached hair splayed in curious directions with a red velvet coat dangling like a dead curtain over his shoulders. He looked like an oversized bat. One huge childish oversized bat.
Arthur lit a cigar meekly, searching the ashtray for answers to questions he couldn't define. "..hmm."
Alucard sighed, a sickle of ivory lazily overlapping a lower lip as his voice mocked without charm. "You humans are always so attached to eachother. Like ants. Depending and thriving on one another's presence. That's your weakness."
"Hnn..."
He smiles slightly. Well, if Alucard can't talk sense into his master, then he'll mock sense into him. "...Died instantly?"
Arthur's face suddenly twisted. A bit angry. A little angry. Very angry. But he was calm, his words sliding out of his mouth without tire, "Not quite... She was trapped in the wreck for about six hours before she passed on..."
Alucard laughed at that brush of mortality, clacking a tongue against the roof of his mouth, "Whewww! Those acts of God really stick it in and break it off, don't they?"
How was Alucard to know his help would only be repaid by a god forsaken vacation sealed in the bottom of a basement?