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FOR ALL OF YOU WHO REVIEWED, AND SAID YOU DIDN'T UNDERSTAND WHAT IS GOING ON IN THE STORY I SUGGEST YOU GO AND READ THE FIRST BOOK IN THE SERIES CALLED 'LOVE IN THE DARK'

Stillborn

Ch. 2

Cassandra had picked a spot on the floor and stared at it blankly. The cold metal of the doctor's table stung her behind, while he stood in front of her rambling on about things she didn't care for. Her mind ran through a thousand moments when she could have avoided the situation she was currently in.

FLASHBACK

Integra opened the door slowly. She ducked her head in, only to see her doctors' playing poker on one of the surgical tables. However, when they heard the quiet creak of the door they made a mad dash to clean up the cards, in the process they spilled hot cigar ashes onto the floor.

Integra sighed heavily, taking in the mixed scents of smoke and whiskey. Cassandra walked in and looked around the room. Sharp cutting utensils sparkled brilliantly under the florescent lights. Surgical robes and masks hung neatly next to a box of rubber gloves. Cassandra's eyes widened as she shook her head, and slowly began backing out of the room.

Before she had a chance to bolt down the hallway Integra grabbed her by the wrist and drug her back in. The meek sound of the door click was the only sound echoing through the hall at that moment.

END FLASHBACK

The doctor soon realized it was pointless to talk to her since she wasn't even listening. Her face showed a frightening emptiness.

Integra placed her hand on the doctor's shoulder from behind, causing him to jump. He looked at her briefly before she dismissed him. He hesitated, but turned to leave the room, motioning for his assistants to do the same.

When Integra was sure that they were alone she faced her niece. "Well…" she began, not know herself what she was beginning. Both women stayed in an uncomfortable silence.

Integra walked over to a side counter and picked up a stack of folded clothes. She sighed to herself and carried them over to Cassandra. "If you want… you can change back into your clothes, now."

Cassandra looked up slowly, as if waking up from a dream. "Huh… Oh!" She placed her hands on the clothes and blinked back a few tears. Her facial features were choking on the emotions she was trying to hide.

Integra couldn't sympathize with her, but she could allow herself to imagine what she was going through. They both knew what had to be done.

"Integra… I… I know you're disappointed, but…" Cassandra choked on the last words, breaking into a fit of sobs. She grabbed the clothes and buried her face into their softness.

Integra put a comforting hand on Cassandra's shoulder. "But I'm not…" But Cassandra's cries did not cease

LATER THAT EVENING

Cassandra counted the bricks on the floor while she walked in silence down the long corridor. There was an eerie darkness weaving its cold fingers through her hair revealing a draft. The door ahead seemed to loom over her at a frightening height. Cassandra stood in front of it for a moment, but reluctantly entered.

The candles floating around the room bounced their white glow off the stony walls, and the smell of old blood still lingered in the air.

Cassandra's eyes darted around the room in confusion. The room appeared empty, but she could feel the presence of someone else. "Alucard?" She questioned into the emptiness.

There was no reply, but she soon felt the smooth surface of Alucard's lips graze the edge of her ear. Her eyes widened a fraction with surprise. "Alucard--" but before she could finish her sentence he'd spun her around and placed a tender kiss on her lips.

Cassandra closed her eyes tightly as two tears trailed their way down her cheeks. She positioned her hands on his chest and gave him one solid push. She trembled as she watched him stumble backwards into the door, his brief sound of surprise echoing through the air.

"What in the hell!?" he yelled out as he regained his footing.

Cassandra looked away wrapping her arms around her waist protectively. "Stop it… just… stop…" her voice was no higher than a whisper, but it rang out loud and clear in Alucard's ears. Her eyes were red and the underneath of them was swollen.

Alucard's anger dissipeared as quickly as it had come. He didn't know what to say, because he hadn't seen Cassandra like this in a little over two years. Alucard straightened up with his mouth open slightly. He tried to ask her what was wrong, but the only thing he could manage was the movement of his lips.

Cassandra watched his sudden change in attitude and replied to his unasked question. "Please, don't ask me if I'm alright…" She turned on her heel and walked over to the table, where there was a bottle of blood on ice. She opened it, and chugged down half of it at once.

She took the bottle from her lips and stared at it. She gave it a hard squeeze, but did not break it. Instead, she narrowed her eyes and threw the tiny glass bottle at one of the walls.

Blood spread out onto the cement instantly, and the glass sparkled as it fell to the ground. Blood ran in long streaks down the wall. To anyone else, it would appear as if someone had just gotten shot.

Cassandra's chest heaved as she tried to control her anger. Alucard could only watch, thoughts of his "betrayal" slipping into his mind. "Cassandra…" he began, but she shot him a menacing look that made his voice go quiet.

"What!?" She screamed at him.

Alucard suddenly got defensive, "what the hell did I do?" He was surprised when she suddenly shut her mouth and looked away in shame. Her eyes shifted around the room for something to distract her from the current situation, but there was only the shattered glass. She walked over to it cautiously and began picking it up.

"Sorry… I just… I just have a lot on my mind that's all." Alucard could sense her lying tone. He had done something, and she just wasn't going to tell him. Integra must have upset her somehow when she talked with her. He was curious to what had happened between the two, but knew if he asked he would be revealed as the person who narked on her.

"That's fine…" He walked over to the coffin, and pulled back the blankets. "Dawn is coming… We should really get some rest."

Cassandra placed the broken glass shards on the table and walked over to the coffin. She climbed in and rolled over onto her back as Alucard repeated her motion. He brushed a few of the strands from her face and kissed her forehead lovingly. Cassandra soaked up the moment, because she knew after tomorrow it would never be the same.

(A/N: Hey! Thanks for all of the reviews, even from my new readers. If you are curious to how Cassandra came to be Alucard's girlfriend and Integra's niece, you need to refer back to the first book called "LOVE IN THE DARK." It's the story from the very beginning. Thank you so much for your reviews, and I hope to get more as the story progresses.)