1The Passion of Fear and Hate
AN: Kyrian's eyes are grey...that's how I want it. No complaining. Though when he gets mad, or all bloodlusty, they will be red. And sorry about the late update, so much homework lately. This is a sucky chapter, I know. The next will be better.
He passed directly outside of Seras' room, not wanting to be pestered with her questions, he decided not to enter. Phasing through his bedroom door, he set his hat on the tabletop and sat down, propping his boot adorned feet on the tabletop as well as he tilting back in his chair.
"Why have you come back Kyrian, what could you possibly want from me now?" But Alucard already knew the answer. Revenge. And he knew the driving force behind it was his fledgling, his mate. His fingers tapped on the wooden table before he stood and walked to his coffin, running his fingers along the sleek black surface before climbing in, his clothing dispersing, leaving him in his black night pants. He would turn in early tonight, before the spare time causes his mind wander to far into the past. But the usually dreamless sleep would not come to Alucard this night, and no one can control what they dream.
Alucard walked slowly through the cemetery, his eyes searching through the dense fog as his boots stepped over the damp ground. The moon was full, casting an eerie blue tint on everything it touched. He knew Kyrian would be here, somewhere. But why go to him, when he will come to me? With a light growl, Alucard strolled just a bit further into the graveyard, coming upon a rather tall mausoleum. With an easy leap Alucard was standing on top of the cold marble. Crimson orbs once again scanned the night before he sat, perched at the stone's edge much like the ominous gargoyle sitting beside him.
He only had to sit for a moment before his ears picked up the sound of booted steps on the night air, coming closer to where he sat. Soon the platinum blond vampire came into view. Alucard picked up the sent of blood from the man, a grin crossing his lips.
"I figured you would be hear, I'm surprised you didn't follow me the full way here."
"Well Kyrian, I knew you'd find your way back to the place of your death." Alucard grinned as he easily hopped off of the mausoleum. His eye looked to the vampire in front of him as he rested against a tombstone. "You're bleeding Kyrian, what happened while you were feeding?"
"She scratched me."
Alucard walked towards the blond in front of him before standing mere inches away. His hand lifted to Kyrian's chin, tilting it to the side to inspect the four scratch marks. "Never allow your meal to get that close to you again, understand me?"
Kyrian lifted his grey hues to look into Alucard's red ones, only for a moment before his gaze was placed back down upon the ground. "Yes...Master."
Seras yawned lightly as she made her way down to the basement, her mind still racing from the events of the night. Her gaze was cast down the darkened hall to where her master's room was. She contemplated walking to his room, but that could be bad. She blushed lightly and opened the door to her bedroom.She easily slid out of her dirty uniform and into a pair of loose light blue pajama pants and a matching spaghetti strap shirt.
Her eyes traveled to the new packet of blood on the desk and decided to just drain it. She had had a long day, and she really needed her strength back. Although the blood would quicken her some, her mind would start to wonder, but that really couldn't be helped as she fell asleep.
With a light sigh, Seras climbed into her bed, closing the lid on the coffin as her mouth opened in a long yawn. She turned to the side and curled up, her hands hidden under her head, and under her pillow.
Seras opened her eyes to darkness, darkness that even her vampiric eyes couldn't see through. She sighed lightly as she began to walk, her arms extended in front of her, trying to find a wall or something, but all she found was space. She sighed and blinked a few times. "Master?"
The call was met with silence as tapped her foot on the ground. She blinked and the whole scene began to change. The darkness gave way to the dark of night. She now stood in a cemetery, the fog drifting slowly around her feet which were bare, though she couldn't feel the cold. She looked down at herself to see that she was wearing her pajamas. Strange. She usually never dreamed in the clothes she wore to sleep.
Her feet began to carry her through the dark cemetery until she spotted a familiar figure, and not the one she had been expecting. It was Kyrian...the vampire from before. But it was understandable that she would dream of him considering what had happened. But as her eyes drifted over him her master came into view. She couldn't hear the conversation between the two vampires, but Kyrian seemed different than he was that night. He seemed almost afraid of Alucard, they seemed to be pretty much of same strength before, with the illusion. But as Alucard stepped closer the dream began to fade back into darkness, leaving the rest of her night a dreamless sleep.