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 FORTY-FOUR
Roses and Snowdrops
Saturday Morning, February 14, 2032, Hellsing Estate...
Alucard had returned swiftly with Seras and Alexandra the night before. After Seras, then Alex, gave their reports, Integra casually praised the young cadet before dismissing them both, telling Alexandra to take off a day or two before returning to duty. While the head was normally strict with her soldiers, Alex was an exception to the normalcy, as she was, and would remain, a target, sought by Gabriel. It was why she was reluctant to give the young girl an assignment at all. Not to mention her inexperience.
Steam rose from the tea sitting beside her as she looked over the latest reports. A familiar atmosphere thickened in her office, causing her to raise her singular gaze, locking sights on her servant. "Good morning, Alucard."
The Count grinned toothily under the brim of his hat. "And a good morning to you, my master."
"I see you're still up. I assume you'll be off to sleep soon," she said, attempting at small-talk.
"Soon," he confirmed vaguely.
Frowning, she dropped the paperwork and leaned back in her chair, drumming fingers on her desk. "Is there something you'd like, or are you here to pester me?"
"I have a request." Her brows rose.
Saturday Midday, February 14, 2032, Hellsing Estate...
Alex had hardly slept, and even now was brimming with restlessness. Many things ran through the young woman's head, but had no clue how to broach the subject with certain individuals concerning them. To work off the excess energy, Alex went for a very long jog around the Hellsing grounds. For how long, she couldn't determine, instead letting her body's endurance decide.
Brisk air pierced at her throat and lungs, but wasn't too bothered for at least half an hour into her run. While the winter was not as harsh as it was a few weeks ago, it was still cold enough that she wore some thermal leggings, a sweater, gloves, and a headband around her ears. Her hair had grown long enough, that she could pull it back into a short ponytail, the ends swinging and bouncing side to side. She was following a shovelled path, leading her through some trimmed hedges and perfectly lined up evergreens.
Just as she was passing by one of the fountains in front of the estate, Van seemed to appear out of nowhere. "Hello, Al—" Alex shrieked and jumped, slipping on an all too convenient patch of ice along the ground. Van hunched his shoulders, closing one eye in a wince as Alex fell on her butt with a cry. "That...must have hurt," he commented with a tone of sympathy.
"No shit," she bit out sarcastically, followed by a groan of pain. "You'd think a vampire would have the reflexes to freakin' catch me!"
Belatedly realizing his lapse, Van moved to offer her a hand, the girl accepting his help before being lifted to her feet. "I do apologize for startling you."
"Ugggh, my butt..." To emphasize, she tried to ease the small injury by rubbing her behind. She paused, her face twisting into a mix of realization, self-irritation, and being appalled. "I suppose this isn't exactly an ideal visual in front of a sensible guy like yourself."
He arched a brow, amused at her line of deduction. "Are you calling me an old fashioned gentleman, because I can't be certain if that's a compliment, or an underlying jab towards my age."
"Maybe a bit of both," she admitted. They both chuckled as Alex stood straight to regard him properly. "The fact that I wasn't expecting to meet a vampire in broad daylight kind of contributed to my fall."
"Again, my deepest apologies. I merely wished to welcome you back from your first case." Alex's amiable expression sobered somewhat, perplexing the Dracul. "Did it not end well?"
She hesitated to answer, avoiding his gaze. "Let's sit down. I could use a break."
Silently, he followed her example, brushing off snow from the fountain edge before taking a seat. For a few moments, he waited for her to start, but when she still kept her lips sealed, staring off into space, he gently prodded, "What happened?"
Where to begin was the question as Alex wrestled with her tumultuous thoughts. After another moment, she decided that simply coming out with it was probably the best course. "I know what will happen if you kill Laura." She waited a bit, half-expecting him to deny it, half-hoping he would. When he remained silent, she took that to mean he knew what she was getting at. "That case I was on, she lost her sire when she was only just turned. For thirty years, she was gradually going insane, because she never got to cut off her bond." She looked at him then, concern etched in her features. "Van, I..."
He cut her off, albeit gently, "I appreciate the concern, but I've made my peace with that a long time ago." The young woman didn't look convinced, and he sighed, placing a comforting hand on the side of her face. "I never meant for you to find out about this. I'm not certain that I can kill Laura, but she has to be put down. I vowed to kill her, and if I cannot do it, then I'm confident Alucard will do so in my stead. However, if I am successful, once I realized what that meant for me later on, I knew I had only one choice."
She placed a hand over his. "You don't think you'll ever get the chance to free yourself before killing her?"
"Severing such a bond between sire and fledgling...the blood has to be given willingly. I highly doubt Laura would grant me that." His shoulders dropped somewhat, his visage a portrait of reluctant acceptance. "I am at peace knowing there are those who could stop me from doing something I would regret in my right mind. I'm sure Alucard would stop me."
"You're talking like you've already given up, Van. I don't like it."
He slowly dropped his hand, staring out across the long acres of the Hellsing grounds. "There's nothing to be done, but, " he turned back to her with a warm smile, "I haven't given up, Alex. Not by a long shot."
While it felt a bit like a ruse to her, as she didn't exactly feel reassured by his claim, she let it go for now, releasing a sigh. "Good. I'm sure we'll find a way." She leaned on him, enjoying the view with him.
His smile was more genuine this time. Even if it was a bit forced on her part, her optimism was heartwarming. He wrapped an amiable arm around her shoulders for a moment before deciding, "We should get you inside. Unlike yours truly, you're still a warm-blooded creature."
"Right," she said in agreement, starting to feel the chill in her gradually cooling body.
The duo made their way to the mansion, parting ways at the entrance hall's stairs, for Van headed to the basement, and Alex went back to her room upstairs. Needing to warm up again, she ran a bath, soaked for a blissful hour, then came out to find something completely amiss in her bedroom. She blinked at the space as soon as she reentered, unable to pinpoint what what different. It didn't feel as though Alucard was in the room, but perhaps he had been in there while she was otherwise occupied?
Rather strange of him to have left me alone for once. If he's been here.
Eyes narrowed, Alex scanned the room with utmost focus. Nothing seemed out of place, except for a random rose atop her bed. Blinking in confusion, she padded over, holding the towel firmly closed with one hand. A single stem lay upon her comforter, the petals a vibrant red, its leaves a rich and healthy green. However, what lay upon that was a small folded card with Alexandra scrawled neatly on it. Picking up the card first, she sat on the bed, the hand holding the towel now placed next to the rose.
Flipping open the card, Alex found the same handwriting, reading aloud, "'Please grant me the honour of your company this evening by joining me in the garden at 6 PM. A.'" Taken aback by the formal invitation, a sudden feeling of giddiness welled up in her. "Where is this all coming from all of a sudden?" she asked herself, wondering why Alucard would go to this kind of trouble. "Still," she murmured, glancing at, then picking up the rose, raising it to the underside of her nose, closing her eyes, "I guess I can take him up on it." And a small smile played on her lips.
Saturday Evening, February 14, 2032, Hellsing Estate...
For reasons that escaped her—almost—Alex had decided to not only go, but to put in some effort in her appearance. After all, Alucard had sent her a formal invitation, and it would likely be in bad taste to just throw on whatever was in her wardrobe. While she was resolute in not going overboard, she couldn't help fussing over some minor details. She had brushed her hair, letting her natural waves free, and put on minimal makeup, being just eyeliner and mascara. It was deciding what to wear that got her panicking a little.
Wearing a dress seemed a bit excessive, and dressing lazily was not an option. By the time 5:30 came around, Alex was just about to pull at her own hair, cursing her own indecisiveness. Then it was 5:45, and she had taken a few breaths, forcing herself to calm down. She tried being objective, which helped, narrowing down her choices. She went for the practical approach by bring it down to items that would keep her warm. He did say the garden, which meant outside. She finally settled on a pair of black thermal leggings tucked into her boots suited for all seasons, a thick light pink turtleneck, and a grey pea-coat. Slipping on her black paper-boy cap, she was finally on her way to the garden.
Winter air made the attempt to freeze her lungs, as well as her fingers, as soon as she had exited the mansion, the young woman realizing she forgot her gloves. Debating for a moment, she figured she was already running late, hurrying around the vast building. She passed through a tall iron gate, the entry squealing in protest and slamming loudly behind her as it swung shut again. Following along the tall hedge walls, she wandered for a bit until she was at the epicentre of the garden, standing next to a statue in a small court.
Alex would look up at the statue, a sculpture of a woman with long flowing hair and robes, holding a newborn babe in one arm, and a bouquet in the other. Looking at its base, she found no plaque to indicate it was a monument. Despite that, she briefly thought of Katarina and the son and husband she had left behind. While she did not doubt that Alucard truly believed she was his deceased wife reborn, that did not mean she was the same woman. That was something she refused to believe.
"I see you found my note," came the silky tone Alex had come to know.
For once, she had not been startled by his sudden appearance, turning to face him, the man dressed in his usual garb, minus the hat and shades. "I did. What is this about?" she asked, her lips pursing in puzzlement.
His brows rose at her enquiry. "Do you truly not know?" At her single blink at him, he chuckled, shaking his head, approaching the young woman. "It's a special day, but clearly it's passed you by."
"We met on Halloween, so it's not an anniversary," she pointed out, her tone uncertain. And we're not even... She didn't know what they were. "And it's not my birthday."
"Guess again," he teased smoothly, moving closer still.
Alex watched him unblinkingly. His gait was slow but purposeful, as though timed by her even slower deduction. She tried to think about what made this particular day special. What the hell was the date any—oh. Her gaze widened. "Oh shit," she blurt out.
He laughed, teeth bared in his open amusement before his face transformed into a charming grin. Now only a foot away from her, he raised his hand, another rose to match the other from earlier gripped between his fingertips. "Happy Valentine's Day, my dear Alexandra."
Cheeks turning warm, her lips pressed hard together as she fought sudden desire to smile at his gesture. When his grin widened, Alex got the distinct impression that she was making that particular face that he adored for some reason again. Speechless, her slightly frozen hand rose to accept his gift. Noticing she was without gloves, Alucard tsked, grasping both her hands as his shadowy essence slid along her fingers, palms, and wrists, enveloping the young woman's hands in freshly produced black gloves.
"You really should remember to take care of yourself," he lightly reprimanded, bending down to kiss her gloved knuckles.
The simple action had Alex's heart beating wildly. "R-right." She looked away, trying very hard, and failing, not to blush. "I, um, wasn't expecting you to follow through on your claim."
The vampire's grin merely widened in glee. "So, you do remember. Then you'll also recall the exact words I used."
"Eh?"
"I said I would demonstrate the differences between this holiday, and Dragobete," he purred, slipping into that rich Romanian accent.
A pleasant shiver ran under the entirety of Alex's skin, having nothing to do with the cold. He did that on purpose! "Oh yeah, and how exactly are you going to do that?" she managed through her teeth, very much flustered, and failing to hide it.
"By bringing you to the source."
"Huh?" she repeated.
Still holding her hands, he moved backwards, leading her until he sat upon a bench, not bothered by the snow still gathered there. Without much effort, he pulled her to sit across his lap. While physically, he was cold himself, the vampire was certain that it was better for her to sit upon his thighs as opposed to the cold powder, or even the chilled stone bench. For a moment, things were quiet, and Alucard was content. A gloved finger came up to brush aside a lock of her hair, gently caressing the skin of her flushed cheek.
"I was given permission to take you away for a day. In ten days, if you'll permit me, I shall take you to Romania." Falling silent, he waited for her answer, his face neutral.
The girl blinked, her mouth falling slightly ajar. "Are you asking me out on a date in a...in another foreign country?"
He grinned. "One of our dates took place in your country. I thought it fitting to share another in my homeland."
A golden fountain, dinner, a storm outside, the evening ending with a very old movie while the pair had...cuddled. Recalling that lovely night, Alex's cheeks warmed, but she did not feel embarrassed, instead smiling with a feeling of nostalgia. While it was tame for a date, Alex had been rather happy, especially spending it with Alucard. She even enjoyed moments like this, sitting in a garden. Even the underlying history between him and her incarnation did not darken it. In fact, it felt right. It was her own memory, and not one belonging to the past.
"Okay," she finally told him, accepting his offer. "I'll go to Romania with you."
Something in his posture seemed to relax, as though relieved. Did he actually fear her rejection? The Count's smile softened, an arm slipping around her waist to pull her closer. "Wonderful. I can't wait." Perhaps he could prove to her once and for all where he stood with her.
Alex did not reject his embrace, instead leaning into it, her cheek on his shoulder. "Question. How are we gonna get there and have enough time to enjoy it when you've only been allowed 'a day?'"
"I suppose you wouldn't remember."
"Hm?" She leaned back to look at him, his gaze meeting with hers.
"When you fell off the freighter, I made a split second decision to retrieve you by any means. I essentially teleported you out of the water." With his other hand, he cupped her face, his own harbouring a strange look. "Your heart had stopped and I had to pump it by hand to get it beating again." The brightness in his eyes dulled somewhat, as though he lost himself in the memory, before lighting up again, back in the present. "I nearly lost you that night," he breathed out, his nose nuzzling her opposite cheek.
It hadn't even occurred to Alex until now how that scenario might have affected him emotionally. He was usually so put together and calm, with rare moments where he'd let loose his rage, or whenever he grew excited from a fight. Alex knew he cared a great deal about her, so to not have considered he had been practically grieving from the near loss of her... There was no excuse.
Her arms came around his middle, slipping under his trench as she pressed her face against his chest, head tucking under his chin. "I'm sorry," she mumbled against him. "I didn't even think of what that had done to you."
He sighed, resting his chin atop her hatted head, arms securing themselves around her in kind. "What matters is that you are still here and brimming with health. That is all I can ask for."
They stayed like that for some time, enjoying their shared embrace. Eventually, Alex stated, "So...you're saying you can just pop us over there?"
The corner of his lips quirked upwards. "Indeed. A rather inexpensive means of travel, it seems."
She leaned back again, staring at him with a smile. With her fingers still grasping the rose, a spontaneous idea came to her. "Hey, Alucard?"
"Yes, my dear?" he asked, one brow raising as he noted the gradual reddening of her face.
"Will you be my Valentine?" she managed on a shy whisper.
His eyes widened, having not expected this turn of event. The girl was evidently flustered, not used to making the first move. Grinning with all his devilish charm, he purred, "It would be my pleasure, my dear Alexandra." He held out a hand, palm upwards. "Would you permit me a dance?"
Getting over her bashfulness, she smiled, placing her free hand in his. "I'd love to."
Tuesday Early Morning, February 24, 2032, Hellsing Estate...
The day had arrived, and while Alex had been looking forward to it, mornings, even now, refused to agree with her. The alarm blared loudly, stirring the young woman from a pleasant slumber. A groan of protest escaped her as a hand stretched from under the comforter, slapping the offending device, sending it clattering to the floor. It did not cease its noise, and after a moment of her simply trying to open her eyes, she finally emerged, continuously groaning with every movement. Her hand reached in vain for the object, but unable to reach, she started to lean over more. The manoeuvre proved precarious, for as she successfully grasped the clock, her body slid to the floor, the girl yelping.
Thud!
A different breed of groaning emerged, this one a mix of embarrassment and mild pain. "Aw man..." She sighed, making the climb to lay atop her bed on her front. "Mm, comfy." After a couple of moments, her mental functions began to run, and she was presented with a realization. "Today's the day," she murmured, sitting up, filled with an unexpected excitement before she raced to get ready.
A shower later, and Alex was soon dressed in white leggings, a white long-sleeved cotton shirt, her black boots, and a black button-up dress, the skirt's hem reaching her knees. Putting on her grey coat, she grabbed a messenger satchel, the strap pulled over her head before making her way out the door. Alex thought about dropping by Seras' and Van's rooms, but thought better of it. She would see them when she got back.
As expected, the corridors lit up upon her arrival, lighting her way to the steel door of Alucard's chamber. Bracing herself, the woman pulled open the door, the sound of protesting hinges and metal scraping against stone grating on her senses.
"Alucard?" she called out, stepping inside. Before her, the tall wooden chair stood, empty of its owner, but to the side, the Count's coffin. She knelt beside the casket, knocking lightly on the lid. "Don't tell me you went to sleep when you're the one who told me to get up this early," she admonished.
"On the contrary," came a shiver-inducing voice from behind, "I've been waiting."
Startled, Alex jumped up with a squeak, whirling to face the vampire. "God dammit! Don't do that!"
Alucard grinned. "I'm sorry. I could not resist. Your reaction is far too much fun an opportunity to pass up."
"One of these days, I'll actually die of a heart attack," she commented dryly. Turning to him, she asked, "So, how does this work?"
As if prompted, he was quick to move into her space, his arm securing itself around her waist. It pleased him to realize she felt relaxed and even held onto his coat for extra security. He leaned down, breathing out next to her ear, "Close your eyes."
The dear woman in his embrace seemed to shiver from the action, the Count allowing himself a small knowing smirk. Alexandra followed his instruction, shutting her lids while her grip only tightened on him. While he felt her trust in him, he was aware that this would seem like a first for her, even if he'd already done it twice with her in tow. With his other hand, it would secure itself around the back of her neck, at least to serve as a means of reassuring her.
Alex concentrated on feeling his hold on her, buffering any nervousness she might have felt from getting to experience his teleportation for the first time—at least while being conscious. She waited, feeling nothing happening. Then the air seemed to change, and the temperature dropped only slightly. When Alucard's grasp on her eased, she took that to mean it was safe for her to open her eyes.
Hills and fields of snow greeted her, the powder practically sparkling. Borders of endless forests would travel on as far as she could see. In the distance, she could make out the mountains! The young woman parted from Alucard, amazement filling her. In a way, it reminded her of the countryside of Canada, so there was a familiar feeling of home as she smiled. Even if she was a city girl at heart, she could appreciate the beauty of untouched nature.
The sound of snow crunching from behind her had her turning her head to look at Alucard. "This is amazing," she exclaimed with excitement. "Can you imagine the snow fort I could build here?"
The vampire grinned. "I suspect you could even construct a castle."
"The snowball fights here must be epic."
"Indeed, but I believe the locals are preoccupied with the very reason we came here for," he reminded her. "Come," he said, offering a hand.
Taking it, Alex allowed him to take the lead as he made way towards...somewhere. She had no idea, but figured he knew exactly where he was going. The pair climbed a tall hill, gaining a visual vantage, and Alex gasped as the most picturesque sunrise stared back at her. A painting of indigo giving way to gold, any clouds she could find a gradient of purple to orange.
"Wow," was all she could muster. It didn't don on her 'til now that this was probably the first sunrise she had truly witnessed.
Alucard examined her reaction, entranced by the wonder on her visage. Something in his chest felt as warm as that sunlight, and the hand he still held. "Lovely, isn't it?" he asked softly, daring to stand closer.
Her smile was lazy but no less genuine. "Mm. As a vampire, do you ever think you took such scenery for granted?"
"Perhaps," he admitted. "But I find my interests lie solely in that which I deem more significant." Turning to him, she saw he was staring at her when he had said that, his gaze meaningful. A short moment passed and he eventually turned away. "There's still much to behold, and I've yet to treat you to breakfast."
Wondering where the hell he was going to fetch her breakfast, she soon noticed the smell of firewood smoke. Blinking, she looked in the distance, seeing a surprisingly large village. Despite how early it was—actually, she had no clue what time it was in this part of Romania—people were busily bustling about, setting up tables of food. Taking another whiff, Alex could smell the baking of pastries and bread.
"Ohh, that smells good."
"Go on then," he urged with a smirk.
They were soon descending the hill and entering the village. Alex walked up to one of the stalls, barely holding back the drool over homemade baking. Swallowing, she turned to a man, ready to speak when Alucard placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. As she looked to him in question, she blinked, seeing him in an entirely different wardrobe that looked...traditional. As if to match his companion, he now donned white pants and a matching tunic, along with a black vest embroidered with intricate patterns in silver and red thread. He still wore the black-brown riding boots and white gloves, sans the pentagram. Around his waist was a vermillion silk sash, neatly put together with the knot hanging down along one hip, and to finish things off, a long grey coat with billowy sleeves and black trimmings.
Alex was speechless, having never seen Alucard in this style before. What's more shocking is that he began speaking to the man in a tongue that Alex had only heard snippets of in the past. The stranger laughed at whatever Alucard had said, who was merely grinning, before the man turned to Alex, gesturing to the entirety of the table, speaking too fast for Alex to discern vowels from consonants.
"He says to help yourself to whatever you wish," Alucard explained.
"For real? How much?"
"Some villages simply bake and share their bounty with their fellows during this holiday." He leaned down. "And even if there was a price, I told you it is my treat."
"I'm not even going to ask where you get money," she told him with a dubious tone. "I don't imagine Integra gives you an allowance."
The Count smirked, only increasing her suspicions. However, not willing to look a gift horse in the mouth, she scanned her options, deciding on a pie of sorts, and a bottle of milk. Alucard would take her to a nearby bench to give her time to fill her stomach as they both watched people move about animatedly. Like Alucard, they were dressed in what Alex would assume was their Sunday Best, everyone in an excited and chipper mood.
"So, you told me the story, about the son, his bride, and the evil mother-in-law, and I can see that the locals here seem to hold this holiday in higher regard compared to anyone I've seen treat Valentine's Day. Aside from that, what's so special about it?"
He bared normal teeth in a smile. "You'll begin to notice a grand difference between the two as the day wears on. In summation, Valentine's Day is more commercial than meaningful and generally focuses on already paired couples like some mockery of an anniversary. Dragobete is a ritual in helping everyone find their love."
Alex chewed on her pie, which she suspected contained some kind of cheese, with a thoughtful expression. Just on that difference alone, she figured this holiday was definitely special. "Interesting. So, why this day?"
"I told you before about the birds."
"And thankfully, not the bees," she quipped.
His lips curled up more at her quick joke. "It is a time when the birds find their mates. A month before the Spring Equinox."
She blinked. "Okay, and they are basically following the birds' example?"
He made a sound of affirmation, and she ate more of her pie, finishing it off before washing it down with the milk. There was a commotion in front of a chapel, she guessed, a gathering of young folks where some of them were already giving each other bashful looks.
"What's going on there?" she asked.
"It is good fortune to seek attention in front of their village before engaging in the day's rituals of courting." Alucard glanced at the curious woman. "You wish to try?"
It was more like an offer as opposed to a question, catching Alex a little off guard, flustering the girl. "I mean, I came here to experience Dragobete, but being a stranger, is it not in bad taste?"
"It's encouraged to participate, otherwise bad karma may befall you. After all, the holiday is mostly dedicated to women, regardless of their age. They have the most power here. There's a saying around this time. Dragobetele sărută fetele." While her gaze was questioning, he heard a slight hitch in her breath at his native tongue, his responding grin wicked. "'Dragobete kisses the girls,'" he translated.
"But then who kisses the boys?"
The vampire smirked. "They get their own share of luck." He stood then, offering his hand once more. "Would you like to try?" he asked once more, a soft expression on his face.
Considering it, she asked, "Will being atheist affect my chances?"
"Not in the slightest," he assured.
After a moment, her hand was soon back in his, the vampire lifting her effortlessly from the bench as they made their way to the gathering crowd. Many of the villagers took interest in the pair. A lot of the girls, and some boys, were entranced by Alucard's handsomeness, even if he hid his eyes behind his amber specs. Alex didn't receive as much attention, but she did get a few smiles sent her way.
"Does this mean we pass?" she whispered to him. At his smile, she watched as everyone was either given a pouch or a jar if they didn't have their own. "What now?"
Alucard accepted both, handing the jar to Alexandra. "Now we go on a little scavenger hunt, before playing a game of tag."
"Huh?"
The Count grinned, enjoying how she was being consistently tripped up today, her puzzlement a never-ending source of entertainment. "It's tradition for a potential pair to gather snow or spring flowers. Usually it is a shared task, but the tradition varies region to region. Once that is done, one runs back here while another chases after them. If they're quick enough, and if their attraction is mutual, they generally share a kiss in front of the community."
The sinful look on his face had Alex's face burning up, realizing what this meant. The thought of kissing Alucard had her mouth go dry, and she tried to swallow, now nervous. She looked at the jar in her hands, making an educated guess that Alucard intended to do the chasing, and figured she was correct, based on his expression alone.
"And what are my chances of getting away?"
"Rather good, actually. The chances of me finding any flowers are quite slim compared to your simple task."
Somehow that relieved her. "And if you do find some? Promise not to cheat with your vampire speed or omni...thingy?"
"Where would the fun be if I caught you in a mere blink? I take that to mean you're actually consenting to this game? Including the end result."
Her blush darkened as her tone grew louder with the increase of abashment, "That'll only happen if you catch me!" Looking at him again, she froze at the excitement he normally only expressed during battle. It was as if he had a neon sign over his head that flashed Challenge Accepted. Oh hell, what did I just agree to?!
"Then I best hurry," he stated, letting his glasses slip only enough for her to see the fire in his crimson gaze.
With a bow, he soon parted from her, making haste at a human pace, just as he promised. Knowing him though, Alex was aware Alucard would have a better idea of where some flowers might grow. She didn't understand the point of the foraging, but didn't question it right now, following after others to gather the snow.
Meanwhile, Alucard veered some distance away from the other collectors, making his own journey deep into the forest. This sort of thing was usually best done with teamwork, but for Alucard, he felt that his task was his alone. Being a vampire, something like this would be too easy, having him recall the words of a certain Angel of Death. If something is easily obtained, it is probably not worth having. And Alexandra was worth it. Something he had not felt in centuries spurred him, filled with glee that Alexandra had agreed to this practise. By Hell, he will succeed. He already made his intentions known through harmless seduction, now it was a matter of seriously wooing her. He would work for that right.
Effortlessly, he would climb hills, fallen trees, and some rock faces, following his nose, pinpointing the floral odours. It was all a matter of finding warmer areas that would permit such growth at this time. His robe billowed behind him in his hurry, eager to complete the task. It wasn't long until he found what he sought, his eyes scanning the ground, spotting tiny white flowers crowned by green jagged leaves. Swift to pluck and bag the small blossoms, he stood straight once more, inhaling the air deeply, seeking a different flower now.
Alex didn't think collecting a bunch of snow would be that difficult. She figured any snow would do, but thought gathering virgin powder would be best. A couple of the girls, who thankfully knew some English, told her that using the melted snow, typically infused with the picked flowers, to wash her hair or face with the concoction would have magical properties of preserving her looks, bring luck, and prevent illness. She didn't exactly buy it, but considering that vampires are a reality, who was she to knock such beliefs?
Finally finding some untouched snow gathered around some random rock formations, she hopped onto one, going to the farthest flat surface. She could have had snow by now, but felt that this sort of thing should be taken seriously, thus the lengths she was going to for what was seemingly a simple and inane task. Now on her knees, she appraised the snow, blinking when she saw two shoots of flowers, white and delicate, hanging like bells, poking out from the crevice between the snow and the base of the boulder.
Beckoned by an inexplicable reason, willing to put some stock into some of the beliefs around here, Alex took that as a good sign. Reaching down to gather the snow from around the blooms, shoving it into her jar, giving them room to breathe. She gathered as much snow as she could reach, which fortunately nearly filled the container. Task completed, the young woman rose to her feet, heading back to the village.
During the trek, Alex suddenly got the feeling she should hurry back. As she scanned the area around her, there was no sign of Alucard. That is, until she peered more carefully into the shadows of the trees, a pair of crimson orbs directed right at her. The girl froze in her tracks, her mouth slightly ajar, eyes wide, much like a deer in headlights. A great tingle ran up her spine, flutters in her stomach, and her heartbeat picked up its pace. The moment she decided to run, she knew the chase would be on, and that surprisingly excited her.
Alucard had returned, having never lost track of Alexandra. He did not immediately go to her, instead hanging back within the woodland. Apparently, Alexandra was attuned to his presence, her gait slowing as she sought him with her dark eyes. And find him, she did. His lips widened upwards, baring his fangs, eyes blazing with excitement. The Count could tell she was experiencing a similar ordeal, his sensitive ears picking up on her increased heart rate. She was as good as his.
With a simple shift of her boot in the snow, Alex bolted, the winter laden land serving as an obstacle, similar to that course with the large tires. She didn't think to go towards the flattened paths, her mind too focused on reaching her destination and avoiding her pursuer than the how. Fed up, Alex scowled aloud, forcibly shoving the snow out of the way with her shins, which seemed to yield more speed to her, until she realized she was tiring more quickly. A playful growl sounded not too far behind, and she shrieked with renewed vigour, hopping over the snow with desperation.
Reaching the cleared grounds of the village, Alex raced her way to where she recalled the chapel being, skidding around the corner of a house. Weaving through an alley, she just about reached the main street before feeling a tug on the back of her coat, pulling her backwards, causing her to drop the jar, which miraculously landed in a small patch of snow, cushioning the container from any breakage. Minute panic settled as she tried to flee by forcing herself forward with the strength of her legs, her upper half leaning precariously towards the ground, her arms windmilling. A deep chuckle sounded behind her before she was lifted to stand upright, an arm slipping around her stomach.
Alex had effectively lost the game, only coming to that realization when Alucard urged her backwards, pinning the young woman against the wall of a house, his blazing orbs boring into her. While she had been panting from the exertion of the chase, she found that her breath caught in her throat, suddenly feeling very warm in this cool climate. He caged her, one arm around her middle while the other hand moved to cradle her cheek, a gloved thumb running lightly over her bottom lip.
His voice was low and deeper than normal as he spoke to her, "When a pair kisses on this day, particularly in front of a community, it is treated as a declaration."
"A declaration?" she murmured, watching how his eyes focused on the movement of her lips. "What kind of declaration?"
He leaned down, the tip of his nose barely grazing hers. "It's most often construed as a pre-engagement." Alex's heart began to race in response to that, especially as she could feel his breath on her lips. "It's not to be taken too seriously, though," he assured softly.
Alucard was so close, and Alex could not get her heart under control. His gaze was piercing yet soft. His body was cold, yet she had never felt hotter. His hold was strong, and yet embraced her with such gentleness. It would be so easy to just give in, close her eyes, and meet this man halfway. She could almost taste it.
To say that the temptation was strong would be putting it mildly. Right now, Alexandra was unintentionally doing things to him, and she was just standing there. There was a strong hint of desire emanating from the woman, threatening to break his self control. She was so willing to accept him, that he nearly gave in. Nearly. Alucard had not forgotten his vow to not interfere with her decision in regards to her own feelings, and as much as it pained him to do so, he pulled away, a different kind of thirst gnawing at him.
Hands slid to the underside of her lower arms as he looked down at her, putting on a mask of indifference, and yet his eyes spoke of apology. "There's still much to experience before the day ends," he rasped, thick with residual desire to throw his promise out the figurative window and selfishly indulge in her lips.
Alex almost followed after him as he took a step back, her heart lurching from his retreat. Emotions running high, the brunette gulped, shuddering out a breath. "O-okay."
Alucard squeezed her hands only slightly, mindful of his strength. He would say nothing as he picked up the jar, handing it to her before bringing her out, just as the true festivities began. Music would play, people would sing, many would dance and play games. For now, the pair simply enjoyed a play reenacting the very story that Alucard had told Alex before.
When the play ended, Alex turned to Alucard, seemingly content but curious. "So, a couple of girls told me I had to melt my jar of snow?"
"Indeed." As though just remembering, he presented his pouch to her. "For you."
She blinked, taking the little bag before pulling apart the string. Reaching in, she would pull out two different batches of flowers, one of which she recognized from the base of the boulder earlier. "So I'm supposed to infuse the water with these?"
"It's a standard practise, yes." He pointed to the five-petal blossom. "Strawberry flowers are meant to be the luckiest. And these," he gestured to the other bloom, "are snowdrops. They usually indicate the coming of spring."
She smiled. "Snowdrops, huh? I think I like these ones."
"Do you know what it signifies?" he asked her suddenly. She shook her head, and he was only happy to explain. "It has a few meanings. Purity, rebirth, hope. I believe it represents strength in the face of adversity. After all, it is usually the first to bloom at the end of winter. In these lands, there's a tale that speaks of the sun turning into a girl, only to be captured by Winter, leaving the land cold and uninhabitable, until a hero came to her rescue, but not before being wounded, his drops of blood sprouting these snowdrops, a sign of the end of Winter."
The girl smiled, holding up one of the snowdrops. "You'll have to tell me more Romanian fairy tales. Like the ones about the Prince Charming against the..." she paused, struggling for the word, "Zmeu?"
He grinned. "Foarte bine." He smoothly slipped in. "It would be my pleasure. Shall I tuck you in each night and tell you a bedtime story?" With the girl turning red and getting all embarrassed at the thought, he couldn't help laughing.
"You shameless flirt!" she cried. She eventually calmed down, even though he was still laughing. "What's that mean, anyway?"
"Well done," he translated after a moment.
"But I like my steak medium-rare," she quickly replied, prodding another snort of amusement from the vampire.
"And I'll be certain to treat you to another soon enough," he promised before they were approached by a young man.
"Mi-ar permite frumoasa doamnă să dansez?" he asked, offering Alex a hand as he bowed before her.
At a loss, she turned to Alucard for a translation. "What did he say?"
"He is asking if the beautiful lady would dance with him," he said, his expression oddly calm and unreadable.
Alex waited a beat, half-expecting Alucard to throw out some passive-aggressive comment. After what they dealt with in Halifax, she knew even Alucard was not immune to jealousy. When he said nothing, Alex relaxed, asking, "Should I?"
"I believe you should," he suggested with a soft smile. "As a woman, you have power on this day to change and perhaps fortify this young man's luck in love. It's good karma to dance with a stranger."
"Really?" At his nod, she looked back at the young man, opening her mouth before leaning towards Alucard. "How do I say okay?" Smirking, Alucard leaned down towards her ear, sounding out the translation for her to say, the girl nodding along. Standing straight, she repeated the phrase in slightly broken Romanian, "Ash-fee-in-can-tat-sa-dan-says."
Alucard nearly face-palmed, instead covering his mouth to hide the laughter. "Aș fi încântat să dansez," he corrected through his teeth.
Alex slumped her shoulders. "Gimme a break! I don't speak Romanian!" With a sigh, she took the young man's hand, who was rather amused at her attempt at the native language.
Alucard relaxed his own shoulders, now that his laughter had subsided. Just as the stranger started leading Alexandra away, the Count called out, "Hei băiat." The boy paused to look at him, Alexandra watching the exchange curiously. "Ai grijă de mâini."
Alex blinked, watching as the young man seemed to turn a shade paler while Alucard simply grinned maliciously. Rolling her eyes, she inwardly sighed. Alucard must have threatened him.
Alucard watched as the young woman was lead to join in a crowd of dancers. It was clear she had no clue what she was doing, and it was amusing and fascinating to watch as she was patiently and merrily taught. At first, Alexandra struggled, simply learning the footwork before moving on to hand and arm movements. Putting what she learned altogether proved to be a struggle for her, but the brunette persevered, determined to try.
His smile gradually fell away, wistfulness in his features now as he witnessed her dance to the call of his old home. Even with her tripping some of the time, it appeared she was having a wonderful time. Alexandra had little opportunity these last few months to simply laugh and have fun. It had not been much different when he had been human, the times plagued by war. Alucard was about ready to reclaim his dance partner when he noticed a presence at his side. Glancing sideways, he was greeted by the sight of a trio of elderly women, who giggled and smiled at him toothily.
"Why is such handsome man alone?" the one closest to him asked in rough English. "You should be dancing!"
The Count scoffed, turning to the woman with a toothy grin of his own, keeping his fangs short. "How right you are." He bowed to her. "Perhaps you would honour me with one."
Pleased by his offer, she laughed heartily. "Such kind young man, thinking of old lady!"
Alex still stumbled over the moves, but found it mattered little to those around her. Enjoyment was to be had by all on this day, and Alex grew to like this holiday more and more, the girl grinning ear to ear. Her arms would hook with the boy who invited her to this dance, only to change partners. The crowd had created a circle, and the dancers would weave between each other, locking arms to accommodate the swing between exchanges. When she reached her original dance partner again, they did a 180 around each other, just to start circling the opposite direction.
Eyes would seek out the vampire in the village's midst, Alex nearly tripping over her feet at what she saw. It appeared that Alucard was entertaining some well-aged women, turning them like they were ballerinas. The scene was oddly sweet, considering who and what they were dancing with.
It seemed as though Alucard had thoroughly worn out the three ladies, who were laughing and panting by the time they sat down in some nearby chairs. The first woman turned to Alucard just as he took up his own seat. "So, does young man have friend with him?"
One leg crossed over the other knee as gloved hands were resting against his stomach, fingers entwined. He nodded in the direction of Alexandra. "Over there."
The women looked over to appraise the dancing brunette, all of them sharing a knowing smile when they scrutinized the gaze he sent her way. Ever watchful and yet an aura of longing. "Does young lady know of your feelings?" the first asked.
He turned his head to regard her. "She's aware, but our circumstances are...complicated."
"Tell us!" the second exclaimed excitedly. "Maybe we can provide a woman's point of view."
While he was older than these women put together, and had centuries of experience, he didn't see no harm in gaining a female's perspective. Conceding with a bow of his head, he said, "She's concerned about being compared and rendered inadequate to a previous love from my past. There are no words or means in which I can ease her doubts on the validity of our relationship, let alone my feelings for her. She's under the impression that her similarity to my past lover is the only reason I care for her. Telling her otherwise, I believe, would do nothing to quell those doubts. So I am waiting for her to figure out her feelings for herself, and not be manipulated into a relationship she may decide later she regrets."
The three stared at each other again, frowning in puzzlement at his predicament. Finally, the third stated, "Have them meet."
His glasses nearly fell off. "What?"
"Have them meet," she repeated. "Love is built on trust."
The other two agreed, the second taking her turn. "If she faces the one who gives her these doubts, an understanding of her own feelings should be reached."
"She may decide to fight for you, tooth and nail," said the first, "or she may leave. If that happens, then perhaps it is not meant to be." They all noted the tension in his posture, the grim line of his lips. The first woman reached over, patting his shoulder. "Have faith."
"Faith," he repeated in a dubious tone, his mood darkening.
"If not faith in God, then at least in her."
Alucard turned his gaze to the woman, then to Alexandra, his shoulders relaxing. Perhaps it wouldn't be a bad idea to follow through on their advice. "I shall consider it."
"Good!" she said with some glee. "Now go get your girl before my nepot decides to marry her and she becomes my nepoată."
The smirk came naturally, the vampire taking her advice and rising from his seat. He would bow to the trio with that charming smile of his. "I thank you for your insight, femei intelepte."
The ladies giggled again before the Count made his way towards the crowd, just as Alexandra had spun out of it, winded and rosy-faced. It was as though fate had timed it, the young woman nearly falling into his arms, which startled not just her, but him as well. Panting, she looked up at him, delivering an endearing grin, which he promptly returned in kind.
"Having fun?" he asked.
"You could say that. I'm a little out of breath though. Saw you having some fun of your own."
"Why, are you jealous?" he teased.
And that reminded her, the girl narrowing her gaze at him. "No, and I'm not the one making threats, Alucard."
A brow arched in question before discerning what she was referring to. "I did not threaten the boy, I was merely reminding him to respect you," he told her matter-of-fact.
It was her brow that rose this time. "Uh-huh. And what exactly did you say?"
"I promise I did not threaten him."
That did not diminish her suspicion, as he wasn't exactly being forthcoming by offering a translation as usual, but did not push the topic, squaring her shoulders. "So, what now?"
He angled his head, considering the options. "If you're fatigued, perhaps it's a good time we break for lunch."
The celebrations would proceed ostensibly forever, but boredom had never found either of the hunters. Throughout the afternoon, while the games and music continued, some weddings had occurred, a resounding round of applause filling the air almost once an hour. Alucard would often reflect upon what the old women had told him, pondering on how to bring it up with Alexandra. It was a delicate topic, but one that needed to be addressed. As dusk approached, the village folk begun to gather wood with the intention of creating bonfires.
Alexandra clung to Alucard's arm, subconsciously seeking warmth now that she had slowed down for the first time that day. On instinct, Alucard exuded that heat, his personal hellfire warming his body and in turn hers. While that would normally be all that he'd be required to do, he did the gentlemanly thing and shed his overcoat, draping it around her. Grateful, the brunette leaned into him with a gentle smile.
"What's happening?" she enquired.
"Now it is the time for story-telling."
"What kind of stories?"
"Fairy tales, jokes, anecdotes. It matters little on the form, only in how it brings a smile."
The first fire was lit, soon followed by a few others, people gathering around the pylons of heat. Drinks were poured, food was served, and the fables began. Unfortunately for Alex, a lot of them were lost on her, being almost entirely in the native tongue. Still, it was heartwarming to see the sense of community among these people. They were all just one big happy family, and it was beautiful to witness.
"How long do we have 'til we have to head back?" she asked hesitantly.
Alucard didn't answer immediately, and Alex would look up, silently prompting him for an answer. Ultimately, he told her, "I was given twelve hours. It's been eleven and a half."
Alex was saddened by the news, returning her gaze to the bonfires. "Oh," came the disappointed murmur.
Things were quiet for a time, but it became clear to Alucard that the moment was now. "Alexandra."
"Hm?" She turned to him again, noting how uncharacteristically quiet he was being, not to mention the disquieting look upon his countenance. "What...what is it?" she asked, now a little concerned.
This was it, he decided, turning his face to hers. "There is something important I must show you." Raising his upturned palm before her, he asked, "Will you trust me?"
The query had thrown her, not expecting such a question from him. Trust? Why was he asking her this? Staring at his hand, she warily raised her own, recoiling her hand for a fraction of a second as a sliver of doubt plagued her, almost afraid of whatever it is he needed to show her. Collecting her wits, she gingerly placed her hand in his, gloved fingers curling delicately around her own. Alex knew to close her eyes like before, and within an instant, the crackling of firewood and laughter had ceased entirely.
Alucard watched as her eyes reopened, taking in her surroundings. At first, puzzlement was placed among her features. The scenery wasn't much different, minus the bonfires, people, and a village. Looking around, she spotted the ruins of a castle in the distance, its silhouette framed by the rising near-full moon behind it. Alex's eyes grew wide, recognizing it as the Impaler's old home and fortress. Why had he brought her here?
However, something compelled her to turn around, and as she did, a very tall oak tree greeted her gaze, its branches still bare at this time of year. But something else caught her eye, looking at the base of the tree to find a large patch of snowdrops covering the ground, their white petals seemingly glowing under the moonlight.
"What is this place?" she asked quietly.
Alucard knelt down, his fingers reaching out to cradle one of the blooms with an almost reverent but mournful look on his face. "That hero did not just bleed, he died, his grave marked. And since then, these flowers are found around cemeteries."
A wind blew through the field, and through their clothes, and as though it had whispered to her, Alex suddenly knew. "It's Katarina's grave."
The Count stood, approaching the old oak, a hand placed upon its trunk, a sigh passing through him. "When I burned her body, it would have been the final time I would look upon her face. The last time I visited this place was before my departure for London. That was over a century ago."
Alex did not approach, her arms wrapped around herself, holding onto the coat Alucard had given her earlier. "Why did you bring me here?" she asked softly.
The hand slid down the bark. "I thought it was time I visited her again, and have you understand something."
She frowned. "Understand what?"
"The difference between you and her," he replied, turning to her, betraying no expression. "Come closer," he said, reaching his other hand out to her. Alex hesitated but crossed the short distance between them. Taking her hand, Alucard placed it onto the tree, and Alex tensed, feeling the bark scratch lightly at her palm, but there was something else. "Do you feel it?" he asked.
Alex was momentarily speechless, unable to form words. Her mouth opened and closed for several moments before finally saying, "I-I don't understand. It's like she's still..."
"Here," he finished, a wry smile on his face. "Her ashes mixed with the snow, which then melted to hydrate the soil beneath. I planted this tree six-hundred years ago. The snowdrops appeared all on their own. Alexandra," he began, the girl turning to see a face she almost didn't recognize. It was serious, but serene, something that Alex did not exactly associate with the man. "Before I met you, I dreamed of her for the first time in centuries. Did you ever dream of me before even knowing me?"
"No," she confessed after some thought. "I had a few visions after we met, but nothing concrete until that dream I told you about."
"Was it ever through her eyes, or were you watching it all unfold from the sidelines?"
Pondering over it, she replied slowly, "It was like watching a tragic play..." Brown pools rose to meet his burning gaze. "Where are you going with this?"
Alucard opened his mouth, but paused, as though organizing his thoughts. "While you share her face, and perhaps a piece of her soul, you did not inherit her memories or experiences. You are her reincarnation, but it's as if you were born a blank slate, to establish your own identity. You are Alexandra Rows. Born in one of the most boring countries I have ever visited. Few exceptions exempted, of course." An involuntary but amused smile appeared on her lips. "An unapologetic nerd," a laugh bubbled out of her at his unexpected description of her, "and even more shameless reader of smutty romance novels."
She blushed, biting her lip. "Hey..."
He smiled before sobering. "The point is, part of me died with Katarina. I did not believe I could love another. That was so, until I met you." Removing his hand from the tree, it was relocated against her cheek. "I did not fall in love with Katarina all over again. I fell in love with you."
The heart beat wildly in Alex's chest, feeling a warmth swell within her that differed from the near-kiss earlier. "Alucard..."
"You and your sarcastic wit, your inner strength, your childish antics, your deep compassion for others, and especially that face you make often when I fluster and annoy you." Alucard leaned down, pressing his forehead to hers. "You rekindled something in me. A desire to move forward instead of lamenting my past. To have it crushed by the weight of an oncoming future. I will fight for that. For you." He leaned back an inch. "I cannot ask the same of you. Whatever your choice, it belongs to you. Only your heart can decide, Alexandra."
As he pulled away, he did not make it very far. Scarlet orbs peered downwards, finding her fingers curled in the fabric of his vest, preventing him from giving her space. Glancing back at the woman before him, he found her eyes hidden behind the layered fringe of her locks, her lips marginally parted. There was only the silence accompanied by a soft breeze. Then she took a step forward, her forehead against his chest.
"I never knew you as Vlad, or the Impaler, or even as Dracula," she started, her tone quiet. "To me, you're just Alucard. And that's enough." Tilting her chin upwards, she delivered a smile as serene as the moon, and a gaze as soft as the snowdrops that carpeted around their feet. "My heart has already decided."
Never in his existence as a vampire had Alucard felt as though he might be granted holy redemption. But as those words blanketed warmly around his heart and soul, it was enough to give him hope, something thought long lost to him. In this moment, there were no more words to be had.
At the slightest pull from her, he only obeyed her will, his arms easily encasing her form as he descended. Once within reach, Alexandra's arms secured themselves around his neck as she rose to meet him. Only a whisper of mingled breath could fit between their lips. Time seemingly slowed, then stopped completely as space ceased to exist, replaced by the intensity of a long sought-after kiss.
A/N: I STRUGGLED with this one. I wanted it to be happy, fluffy, and of course, dramatic. I backspaced so many times, and here is the final product. It's long enough that I could have split it again, but decided not to in favour of the flow. The last scene was the most difficult, because I'm trying to keep Alucard In-Character, yet also intertwine his growth through this story without him being too Out-of-Character.
For those curious and too lazy to Google, Alucard told the boy "Hey, boy. Mind your hands." The old lady used the terms, "grandson," then, "granddaughter" when slipping into the native language, and then Alucard called was calling the ladies "wise women". I strictly used Google to translate the Romanian, so any fluent speakers, PLEASE let me know if any of it is wrong! I did my best with what I gleaned from any research on Dragobete, so I apologize for any inaccuracies on the holiday and its practices. I'm terrible at research and have a short attention span.
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