Disclaimer: All of Hellsing and its characters are copyright to Kouta Hirano. Any original characters belong to the author of this fanfiction.
HELLSING
EREBUS
Here standeth the Bird of Hermes,
Eating my own wings to make me tame...
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Reconciliation
Thursday Morning, December 25, 2031, Rows Residence...
Upon awakening, Alex felt strangely alone. With the sun boring down on her through the window, she was forced to wake up with a groan, sliding the comforter over her head. Recollecting the memory of last night, Alex lifted herself off the bed some, finding that the spot where Alucard had once resided was now empty. The girl frowned a little at this, but not because he was gone. The fact that she allowed herself to cuddle with the Count, practically depending on him to lull her to sleep, annoyed her deeply. It wasn't like her to depend on another presence, let alone in her bed. Now she really wished that she had remembered to bring her stupid body pillow.
There was a knock on the door and Alex just mumbled grumpily, "It's open."
Van opened the door, barely awake since it was day time. "Good morning, Alex." She grunted, waving lazily. "And a Merry Christmas."
She blinked, waking up a little before managing a smile. "Merry Christmas."
He mirrored the expression. "Listen, when you're dressed, could you join me outside in the van? I have something to give you."
"Van, you didn't have to get me anything," Alex said, as if that would hide her excitement.
Van smiled mysteriously. "Well, this is something you're supposed to have anyway. I'll see you in a few moments then."
With that, he closed the door, Alex blinking. What did he possibly have to give her? Resigned, she climbed out of bed and put on a sweater. Since her parents were planning a family outing at the Christmas festival today, she wanted to have a shower before getting dressed in clean clothes. Where did Alucard go, she wondered. Maybe he had gone to his coffin to retreat from the sun. Not that it was any of her business what Alucard did, she couldn't help having this strange and empty feeling. It was like he wasn't around. Just to reassure herself, she went into the closet, finding the box there, barely able to fit just by angling it. It was amazing that it did fit, since he was so bloody tall. Kneeling by it, she pressed her ear against the lid. Alex wasn't expecting the sound of silence, stopping her heart for a moment. It took all of her willpower to resist the need to open the coffin. Deep down, she knew he simply wasn't there.
After her initial panic, she forced herself to calm down. Maybe Van knew where he was. And so, she went downstairs, smelling freshly brewed coffee and bacon. Slipping on her boots, she was outside, snow crunching under her feet as she approached the van, finding the rear doors wide open. Curious, she walked around, peeking inside, finding Van snoring in the back. The girl giggled, startling the vampire awake, the young man blinking owlishly.
"Maybe you should stay at the house today," she suggested.
After a yawn, he shook his head. "No, I'll be fine. Come on in." In his lap, Alex saw a large, wrapped...well, it looked like a box. So, anything could be in it. The vampire watched as she climbed in, taking a seat before handing said object to her. "I figured today would be a good day to finally present these to you, as you've been waiting awhile. Consider it a gift from both myself and Integra. After all, she's the one that commissioned them for you."
Alex looked up at him, shocked. "Wait, is this the weapon you've been making for me?"
He nodded. "Indeed. Go ahead and open it."
The girl grinned, and so commenced tearing at the paper. Finding a black steel case under the paper, Alex blinked and clicked open the latches, her face brightening into amazement. Van could almost see the sparkles in her eyes. "Holy hell! They're beautiful!"
Awkwardly, she pulled out a pair of twin firearms, looking both classy and modern. The barrels looked like the slides of a modern handgun, but they both had large revolving chambers for the ammunition. The guns had molded dark brown wooden grips, the handles given a finish that prevented slippage while also carved with decorative vines and leafs. Both guns were made of black steel with silver steel accents under the black slides. On each side of the guns was a maker's stamp (Hellsing Arms Weapon Industrials Co. Ltd), underneath those stamps, one gun had an elaborately etched sun, the other, a crescent moon, both the symbols and stamps done in gold.
"Apollo and Artemis," Van introduced proudly. "Barrel is six point five inches in length, weighing one point seven-two kilograms."
"How much is that in pounds?" she asked.
The vampire made the calculations in his head, arms crossed, eyes closed. "About three point eight, I think. I could be a bit off. It fires the same thirteen millimetre rounds as Alucard's Casull, so the ammunition will be in constant supply. I've also constructed quick reloaders for convenience."
Alex just grinned, fawning over them. "I love them, Van. Thank you. I can't wait to try them out in a real hunt!" Van smiled as she put them lovingly back in their case. Alex then frowned a little. "Hey, do you know where Alucard is?"
He blinked, frowning a little as he focused his mind's eye. "Hm, he doesn't appear to be around. Wherever he went, I'm sure he'll be back soon. With his powers, he'll find us easily enough. For all I know, he probably just went off back to Integra to make a report in person."
"That teleportation sure is convenient," she drawled almost enviously.
"Omnipresence," he corrected softly.
"Same thing," she quipped.
He chuckled, shaking his head. "Not precisely. Teleportation is simply going from point A to point B in an instant. Alucard's omnipresent powers go beyond that."
Alex's brow furrowed in confusion. "How so?"
Van sat up straight. "I would suggest looking up the Schrodinger's Cat experiment, as I'm afraid that I wouldn't do the explanation any justice. Besides, it's a lengthy explanation, and we should be getting ready to go out to town."
Though she was eager to learn more about Alucard, as he was different than any vampire she'd seen so far, Alex dropped the subject. For now, she placed the gun case under one of the backseats before both she and Van went back inside. Because she didn't eat breakfast, she went upstairs to have a shower instead, contemplating in silence while the spray hit her back. Why did Alucard's absence bother her so much? No, she had felt like this before, with Conley. Remembering how her ex had basically disappeared after they had shared intimacy, twice, and then the sudden breakup, Alex's lips tightened together.
"What the hell is wrong with me?" she muttered, water trailing down her face, pouring from her chin. It's not like we're even together, so this shouldn't even bother me. After all, Conley is ancient history. Just a culmination of memories that she couldn't decide if they were bad or good. Maybe both. "I shouldn't even think about such stupid things. Alucard will be back from wherever he went."
Thursday Morning, December 25, 2031, Gravenhurst...
The town had been decorated with various coloured lights in the branches of dormant trees, red, green, gold, and silver banners hung off lamp posts, twisted silver and gold tinsel draped on traffic lights. Many of the streets had been blocked off with most cars parked outside of the designated areas along the curbs. On their way in her mother's car, Van napped in the back, wanting to catch a few zed's before he would have to remain wide awake for the rest of the day. Alex just smirked at him, thinking how much he looked like a little boy when he slept.
When they got there, the group noticed that a couple of streets had been lined with kiosks selling food and discounted items from local stores, as well as typical Christmas merchandise like reindeer headbands, Santa hats, other clothes, and so on. Van nearly groaned under the sun. Even with Alucard's blood, Van didn't find being awake any more bearable. Coffee, he inwardly decided, coffee might do him some good, vampire metabolism or not.
"I'm thinking of something to drink. What can I get for you?" he asked everyone politely.
"I'll go with you," Liam offered. "I know what the wife likes." Moira made a face at the wife part and he grinned nervously. "I meant, my darling wife."
Van turned to Alex. "Did you want a coffee as well?"
Liam and Moira said in unison, "Alex doesn't like coffee." The vampire blinked.
"It's okay guys, he's just confused because he saw me drink coffee once or twice," Alex explained, turning to Van. "I'll have a hot chocolate instead, please and thank you. Extra marshmallows...and whipped cream. Lots of whipped cream."
Van nodded, leaving with Liam. Moira then regarded Alex. "Since when did you start drinking coffee? I thought you hated the stuff."
Alex shrugged, and she walked alongside her mother through the crowd, looking at all the merchandise being sold. "I started getting into the habit of drinking one every morning about a year ago. I needed some way to wake up in the morning without using an energy drink." The girl then spotted a kiosk selling candles of various sizes, colours, shapes and design. Walking over, she had a sudden idea, looking through them.
Moira watched her. "How's Tyler?"
"Hm?" Alex looked at her, then looked back down at the selection. "Oh, he's fine. Got to see him and Len the night before we came up here."
Her mother nodded, still watching as Alex grabbed one of the candles, scrutinizing it with a strange sadness. "What's wrong?"
"Huh?" Alex frowned, staring at the object. It was large and white with a gold gradient coming from the base upwards, at the top being three separate wicks. "Nothing. Just debating something. I'll take this," she said to the merchant, and they nodded, taking the candle and wrapping it in tissue paper before placing it in a tiny little black gift bag.
"Who's that for?" Moira asked as Alex paid for it.
"For Van," the girl replied.
"Oh? What did you get for that Bram guy? Where is he anyway?"
Alex glared at her in mild annoyance. "If you were any more nosey, you'd make the perfect journalist." The girl sighed then, looking away. "I don't know where he went. I imagine he wanted to catch up on his sleep."
"If you say so," her mother said knowingly, making the girl falter in mid-step. "Well, what did you get him?"
"A box," she admitted with a lame tone. The woman arched her brow. "Antique box," she amended. "It was a joint birthday, slash, Christmas present, so he got his early." There was no way she was going to tell her mother about hers and Alucard's heart-pounding little chat in the washroom.
Her mother nodded some as they both continued to walk into the crowd. They didn't speak for several moments, and eventually, Alex would have to approach the very subject she had been avoiding this entire time. If she was going to leave and never come back, she didn't want to until she had made up with her mother. Even if it took all night to sort things out. But, where was dad and Van with the drinks? Surely it wasn't taking that long. Remembering that the entire area was busy, maybe there had been a massive lineup. This was a good time as any.
"Let's go sit down," Alex suggested.
Moira looked at her, puzzled for a moment before nodding in agreement. Finding an empty bench, both cleared off the snow before sitting down, then they just stared outwards. Alex was hesitating. The thought of another argument holding her back. Normally, it was Alex that got angry, the first one to snap because her mother's calculated patience in their conversations had always pissed Alex off. Not this time, she vowed. Hell, she didn't think she could conjure up any anger at this moment, not with knowing what she was going to do.
Before Alex could piece together what she wanted to say, her mother spoke up with a melancholy sound in her voice, "Do you resent me?"
The question threw her off guard, and for a moment, she couldn't answer. After awhile, her features softened and she said, "No." Neither of them relaxed, even though Alex leaned forward on her knees, hands clasped together in thought. "Although, I have to admit that I'm still bitter about it."
"I see..." Her mother sighed. "Alex, I never meant to push you away." The young woman's eyes narrowed a little. "I know you think I'm disappointed in you, but you couldn't be any farther from the truth." Another sigh. "Honestly, I was at first, but it stemmed from anger at myself."
"Yourself?" The girl looked at her. "Why?"
"It's because I was being selfish, pushing you into something you were not ready for." Moira looked back at her, sadness evident. "I just wanted what I thought was best for you. I didn't want your life to be full of struggle, especially when I had to struggle to get where I am, going from one dead-end job to the next, trying to make ends meet." The woman looked up at the crowd while Alex watched her, listening intently. "You see, at your age, I couldn't afford to go to college. At first, it pissed me off that you decided not to go."
Alex sensed the humorous tone, and she glanced down again, smirking a little. "Somebody's got to challenge your authority. Might as well be me."
She scoffed. "Smart ass." The girl grinned, Moira's features softening. "The point is, I later realized that life is struggle, whether you went or not. By the time I realized that, you had already left, making a life for yourself, without anybody telling you how to live it. It's because of what you did, that I'm really proud of you."
"Shut up," Alex muttered, looking embarrassed. "To be fair, I've been pretty selfish as well. I know you only wanted what was best for me, and after what you told me, I feel like I just threw something in your face without meaning to." The girl's head dropped, face serious again. "Honestly, I still haven't figured out what I want to do, and sometimes, I think I should have just gone. Maybe there, I would have figured out something." Thumbs were twiddled, brown pools locked upon them, unfocused. "Things are different now though."
Moira watched her, putting a hand on her shoulder. "I can tell. You've looked troubled the whole time you were here." Alex tensed. "Is it to do with me?"
"No...not anymore, anyway." She wouldn't elaborate further on that.
Her mother frowned, but didn't push the subject. "You'll pull through, whatever it is." Alex looked up, and they just stared at each other, before both mother and daughter smiled. No more words were needed. Both had forgiven the other. "Ah, here they come with our drinks now."
Alex looked up to see Van and Liam muscling their way through the crowd, drinks high in the air. Finally, they reached the ladies, Van sighing. "Some crowd," he said conversationally.
"Here you go," Liam said, handing over Moira's coffee.
The woman sipped the coffee, then regarded it disapprovingly. "This coffee is barely warm."
Both men just smiled, inconspicuously drinking their coffees. For a moment, Alex had the sneaking suspicion that they had hung back on purpose to give her and Moira time to talk. Accepting her own beverage, she sipped her chocolate appreciatively. Even if that was what they did, it didn't matter. Everything seemed fine between her and her mother. Still, some guilt now settled in the pit of her stomach. Hopefully, her parents would forgive her in the future. If it meant they could be safe, then she would have no regrets about it.
Thursday Afternoon, December 25, 2031, Gravenhurst...
Throughout the day, all four of them had shopped a little, ate a little, and played some of the games that were about. Van played a targeting game, using the BB rifle to shoot the moving targets with proficiency, despite Alex's warning about the aim being off. His success had won her a cute panda teddy bear with a blue ribbon tied into a bow around its neck. There was a concert being held with a designated area for dancing, and Liam had basically forced Alex to go dancing with him, much to her own embarrassment, but she laughed all the same. Next, Alex and Van danced, though both were reluctant, while her parents danced together.
As night approached, Alex decided to take a break, sitting on another bench, Van soon joining her. She sighed, a little exhausted. "I'm ready to hibernate," she commented.
He chuckled, a little more awake while watching her parents participate in another dance. "They sure seem to be having a good time." The vampire then glanced at Alex. "I imagine things are fine between you and your mother now."
"Yeah," she said on a smile. "It was a short conversation, but it went pretty well, considering."
He nodded, looking back at Moira and Liam. After a moment of silence between them, he felt her poking his ribs. "Ow. What was that for?"
A black gift bag was thrust upon his face as she sat up more straight. "Here."
Gingerly, he took the bag in both hands. "For me?" She nodded. It sat there for another minute before he took out the object inside, unwrapping the paper to find the candle. He blinked at it for a moment, then turned to her, finding that she held a soft expression. "A candle?"
"For Katherine and your family," she explained quietly. "Something to light in their memory."
The vampire's eyes widened, and he glanced at it again. Eventually, the corners of his mouth lifted into a half-smile. It was so simple, but it meant so much. An overwhelming gratitude filled him and just as gently as he unwrapped it, he replaced the paper, putting the candle back in the bag. Alex wasn't what you would call a delicate flower, but she had a way of making you smile, even in your darkest mood. If his mother had lived and gave birth to a daughter, he imagined that his sister would have been just like Alex.
"Thank you. I'm truly moved."
She nodded, smiling softly. "Maybe we can light it when we get back home."
The Dracul stared at her, his smile widening. "I'd like that."
Thursday Evening, December 25, 2031, Gravenhurst...
"The lighting and fireworks ceremony will begin in twenty minutes. If you would like to behold the wonder up close, please proceed to the park. Thank you, and Happy Holidays!"
At the announcement from one of the town's committee members on the stage microphone, people began to shuffle excitedly towards said park. Though everyone seemed to be enthusiastic, Alex couldn't even bother to feel the least bit excited. The ceremony was sure to be a very picturesque scene, but she simply wasn't in the mood. It didn't feel right, somehow. For the entire day, she had felt this way. What the hell was wrong with her. Instead of continuing forward alongside her parents and Van, she stopped, letting people pass her. Right now, she just wanted to go home, feeling exhausted for no explicable reason.
Van took notice of this as Alex's parents also turned around to find Alex walking away. "Alex!" Liam called out. "Where you going, kiddo?"
"Back to the car," she called back. "Go on without me." Fireworks are overrated anyway, she thought bitterly. It was probably just a bunch of cheap crackers from some convenience store.
The vampire frowned, just about to follow after her before he sensed something amiss. Focusing on it for a moment, he made an aggravated expression. About bloody time. Unconcerned, Van turned back to her parents. "Let's go enjoy the show. I'm sure she'll be fine."
"I don't know," Moira said slowly.
"Ah, I'm guessing she's too tired," Liam soothed, draping his arm over his wife's shoulders, leading her away.
Meanwhile, Alex shambled back to where the car had been parked. With everyone heading to the park, the streets looked barren of people, herself the exception. Fleetingly, she thought it strange that Van didn't accompany her back. Perhaps he figured she wanted to be left alone, which she did. If there was any danger, he'd be right beside her at this moment, so she didn't worry about being attacked or anything. A hand reached up to touch the sunstone, caressing the rock absentmindedly, barely noticing the streetlamps being shut off for the event, her only source of light being the nearly full moon.
The sound of swishing caught her attention, making her look up to find a dark figure ahead of her, stopping the girl in her tracks. Alex stared, her night vision barely developing enough to make out a red trench coat billowing gently around the tall stature of Alucard. His white skin seemed to glow with the moon shining upon him, his unhidden eyes glowing against the dark, as his black locks swayed lightly. The expression on his face was soft, a telltale smile on his lips, hands behind his back. The girl suddenly felt a swell of mixed feelings; happiness, relief...rage.
The vampire just grinned, sensing her change in mood. "Good evening, my dear Alexandra."
A frown deepened on Alex's features. Suffice to say, she didn't look pleased to see him. How interesting, he thought. With one deep calming breath, she closed her eyes. For him to finally show up after being absent the entire day without reason or warning. Watching her, Alucard tilted his head, softening his grin while he waited for her to say something. Instead of speaking, Alex opened her eyes, marching forward, swerving around him. He frowned, and before she could get far, he suddenly appeared before her. She went to move around him again, but his right arm shot out to wrap around her waist, pulling her into his side as he leaned in close to her ear, cold breath misting over her skin, causing her to shiver.
"Why so upset?" he asked, humour in the tone. "Are you angry with me? How cute."
Alex trembled for a different reason, anger simmering close to the surface, looking away from him. "Let go, please." She cursed herself for the way her voice quaked.
"No," he said simply.
"I said please."
"I don't care."
She tried not to scowl. It shouldn't have bothered her at all. The situation isn't the same! Shakily, she asked quietly, still not looking at him, "Where'd you go?" Before he could answer, she shook her head. "No, forget it. It's none of my business."
The vampire considered her for a moment, then smiled. "You missed me?" It was a statement rather than a question. She didn't answer. This time, he was asking, "Did you believe I had abandoned you?" Her head spun around as she went to voice her denial of this, but he merely chuckled, interrupting her before she could start. "I know you didn't." He leaned in again, this time to nuzzle her neck affectionately. Alucard could hear the way her heart pounded, beating just a little bit faster as he did so. "I went to get your present."
"P-present?" she asked almost breathlessly. "You were gone all day, because you were shopping?"
"Not shopping. Making," he clarified, pulling back to look at her.
The left arm emerging from behind his back, revealing a fist sized gift clenched gently in his hand, wrapped in red paper and a silk gold ribbon tied into an elaborate bow on top. The girl looked over at it just as Alucard released her. Even though she was still angry at him, she reached for it, her curiosity winning over. Gingerly, she pulled at one end to unravel the bow, then slowly tear at the paper. It was a vertical wooden box made of finished dark red wood with a gold hook and eye clasp. Hesitantly, she undid the clasp, opening the tiny door upwards and over, the sides of the box falling open, revealing a red satin lining and cushioning for something so much more beautiful.
Alex gasped, eyes widening in awe. Inside was what could simply be described as a small partially bloomed rose sealed in glass. The petals were of the deepest blood red, the stem of the freshest green, thorns and a couple of leafs intact. The glass was an elongated oval, the top and bottom capped with silver and rose gold, filigree wrapping intricately around the glass with little leafs in the design. What intrigued her was a red substance that swirled inside the glass like frozen smoke framing the rose.
"Alucard, is that...blood?" He nodded. This astonished her, since it seemed a bit macabre, but then it something else clicked. "Is it yours?"
He smiled. "Indeed." The girl stared up at him, eyes wide. Once again, he angled his head. Alexandra had a strange look on her face, as if she was having an inner battle. Maybe he could lend her a helping hand. Sobering his expression, he said softly, "I'm sorry for upsetting you. I didn't realize that my absence would bother you."
The battle in those eyes seemed to gradually cease, and she looked at the glass, her own features softening. "It's okay. I suppose the wait was worth it. It's really...beautiful," she decided, unable to come up with anything less cheesy. With a final lingering glance at it, she closed the box. "You really made this?"
"Mm." She looked up at him, and he reached out to caress her cheek with his thumb. "I have one more gift for you."
Alex blinked. "But, this is more than enough!"
The Count grinned mischievously, and without warning, he picked her up, arms hooking under her back and knees. With a leap, he landed on a building's roof, and in a flash, as Alex clung to him with her eyes shut, clutching the box to herself, the rush of wind seemed to lessen. She felt his mouth on the top of her head, convincing her that it was safe to open her eyes. Looking around, she discovered to find that they were in a woodsy clearing of the park, away from the crowd of people, Alucard standing in, until recently, undisturbed snow. Everything seemed so dark, except with the moon shining down on them. Alucard gently put her down, and she just stood beside him, waiting.
Everything was so quiet. The girl blinked when she spotted something incredibly tiny falling towards her slowly. One turned gradually turned into thousands, snowflakes illuminated by the moon like glowing glitter floating down from the heavens. There was no wind to blow them away. The scene was utterly peaceful, and Alex just watched in awe at this simple beauty, feeling nothing but calm. There was a whistle, and an explosion of fiery sparkles expanding and sizzling in the sky to nothing. More followed, but the more there were, the more that rained down towards the earth, never reaching the ground. Snow and colour descended together in unison as if in a slow dance.
Alucard watched Alexandra take a few steps forward, the girl completely hypnotized while his own eyes remained transfixed on her. Something in her body language had changed from what he could tell, and he felt relaxed simply watching her, his eyes glowing against the dark. Gradually, lights that had been arranged meticulously in the trees began to light up in a fade, leaving them both in an orange glow, then blue, purple, and so on, the lights fading to other colours and even mixing together.
Alex sighed, at complete peace, watching unblinkingly, even as the flakes fell onto her lashes. A smile curled her lips and she turned to look at Alucard to find him staring at her. Something in the way he stared at her made her breath catch, which was unusual for her. He wasn't smiling or frowning, but his eyes said so much, and despite his undead status, his eyes seemed so alive, piercing into her own with his fire. Wordlessly, he stepped forward as Alex watched him, unmoving. Snow crunched under his boots until he stopped a mere foot away from her.
Gloved hands reached out to lie upon her shoulders. They stood like that for what seemed like forever, both staring at each other. Alex watched in anticipation as he leaned forward, his lips a millimetre away from her own, his eyes half closed. The girl's body began to tremble, unable to tell if it was from nervousness, or excitement. Alucard gave her a half-smile and he moved closer, his lips touching her neck. This gesture left her incredibly warm, and part of her felt relief and disappointment at the same time. Sensing this, Alucard pulled away to look at her once more, and debated whether to go through with it. Mentally, he sighed, knowing that she wasn't ready to let him in just yet. To force his affections on her would be counter-productive. For now, he had left his invisible mark. The vampire looked at the moon, the girl still staring at him in confusion, her feelings all over the place.
"It truly is a beautiful night. Don't you think?" he asked, looking back at her with one of his trademark smirks. Considering him, Alex also looked up at the moon. Silently, she agreed with him.
A/N: First off, I'd like to apologize for not posting this sooner. I'm also going to apologize in advance for the possibility of slowing down in my posts. I had a hell of a time writing this chapter, but the first few days were the worst, because I kept struggling over how the beginning of the chapter was going to start. It was between having Alucard there, and not being there, and then I had trouble with the conversation between Alex and her mom. I don't know how many times I rewrote this damn chapter. Beyond those particular difficulties, the first day I started writing this, it was incredibly hot outside, and our air conditioner was working at minimal capacity. Sigh, other than that, I felt pretty drained for a couple of days, so I ended up watching the rest of Witch Hunter Robin and Haruhi Suzumiya instead. I managed to get most of this written yesterday, but couldn't finish, because I was tired. This chapter, by far, was the most difficult one for me to write.
Oh, I also forgot to mention in the last chapter, that the flashback you read was actually the one I mentioned in an earlier chapter before I changed my mind, writing something else instead. As for Alucard's gift to Alex. I admit, it was inspired from Vampire Knight. That rose trapped in resin thing, but obviously, the design of it is much different in my head. It also comes with a BOX. So there. Apparently, my soul really does need to rejuvenate, but at least it's cooled down considerably. FLUFF IS OVER. I think. Things might pick up for next chapter. I think I need to write some violence...or MAYBE...Alex should go on her first HUNT?! We shall see! Admit it though, you guys thought they were gonna lock lips, didn't you? Alucard hasn't lost his control over his hormones...yet.
Now, please leave a review, your thoughts, any questions, and maybe a mana potion. Thanks for reading!