It is divided into two parts; "-" is the separation:
Introduction - Written in first person as Alucard Main theme 2 - Written in first person as Major.
The ghouls we encountered were rather disappointing. Currently I am sitting in the main hall, listening to Seras and her schizophrenic rambling. She is still not getting used to the teasing from her "other half". Amusing.
Integra is still in pain about her loss, and the public was not easily calmed. Her new staff and employees were trying their best to prevent the press from storming the mansion to gather any stories that would insight public panic. And even if I knew that my presence was calming her a bit, our conversations were limited to just a few words a day.
My mind was drifting away; not paying attention to the mess around me.
I hated to fade away in boredom from this void of an existence, so I delighted myself with thoughts of the second barely beating heart inside of me. Even if I terminated it, suffocated it... he'd rather spit in my face because there was no submission and no seeking reprieve. And this was just his natural behavior, not action in the heat of the moment. Those thoughts kept me placated through the whole day.
His mind was moving very quickly. While my own body is just a black mess of countless unremarkable lives, he was able to define the last cells of his own. Every pore and even his own personal smell was recreated by his own mind. I don't even know what I look like anymore. I don't have a reflection so appearance means nothing to me.
I feel my temper rising; envy rose inside of me, sliding down my throat like the black sticky oil he had lost months ago.
Blind and childish hedonism was what had driven us on all those years. I figured he should see the child once more. The fat Nazi boy should get a fitting playmate one more time.
I can't prevent myself from chuckling as I stand, disturbing the conversation around me. Words are reaching my ears, yet I ignore them. This captivated state allowed no interruption. Leaving the room quickly I disappear.
My glee was all I noticed now.
A flash and he was gone.
I still lay here in the snow, watching the pale clouded sky diffuse as it was. There is no reason to get up. As he told me I am trapped in here anyway. I guess he will come back sooner or later.
Now I realize that I can feel his presence even if he is not here right now. It's as if he is right under my skin. Better to say I am under his. A really exhilarating thought.
I reach out and put my glasses back on. It's uncomfortable when they are not in place.
All my cells changed. I was not really sure how to handle it. The cold is weakening my flesh, while I am trying to steel my nerves against it. The freezing wind was still hissing its icy breath across my face. Small ice crystals froze on my glasses. They looked so unique as they twinkled in the bright white around me.
The atmosphere was oppressive. Sitting up I felt a bit better. But now I saw a figure.
The mist gave way. Fields of graves became visible as the fog faded away. The rows seemed endless. Snow still covered the ground and all the tombstones as well. The vampire's footsteps had disappeared.
I chuckled.
My glasses just let me capture a fractured image. Still her skin seemed reflective behind the blur. I recognized the figure without seeing it clearly. The child was yet immature and still hidden in the man, as she did 50 years ago. I was not sure whether to refer to Alucard as male or female now.
"So you're still alive, meaningless old man. I nearly forgot about you."
Years ago I had noticed her behavior in this current shape. Such a brisk and snappy behavior. She tended to hide behind the words she said. I consider it very cute. I watched the white figure getting closer to me. It was quick and filled with girlish sleaziness. The white scarf was waving in the wind as she got closer bit by bit; leaving not much of a footstep trail in the snow.
"Ja, I am alive indeed."
I just keep on staring. It was like a flashback. Both our devastating insanities mixed. My mind was captured in imagining a serious fight, right now. I was taken by all the possible actions she could perform.
"Fatty, fatty!"
Standing in front of me she used her leg to press me down into the snow once more. With a giggle she jumped upon me and took a seat on my belly while bouncing up and down.
"Ahahahhaha old man you are so greasy! It's better than a bouncy castle!"
The whole situation was so absurd that I started laughing; putting my hand up to cover my eyes. She had made me speechless once more. She gesticulated wildly, making fun of me meanwhile.
Crawling down she positioned herself on my upper body, arms crossed on my chest, head resting on the back of her hands, staring right into my eyes. While her ass was up in the air wiggling, I put my hand beside my head wondering. She smiled at me, which, I have to admit was even cute yet.
This part of my opponent was incalculable. I had no idea what would be her next step.
"Your whole life you had to wait for our next meeting. To me it did not matter if it was fifty days or fifty years. But for you it must have been an eternity."
"I was waiting patiently for my reward." I answered smiling.
Her gloved fingers ran through my hair, messing it up.
"Serious old chubby man! I want you to play with me."
The grin changed rapidly. Even in this shape the monster possessed all its physical strength. Without any effort she rose up a bit to capture the joint in my wrist and press it down. She laid down her head to rip open the sleeve of my overcoat and roll it up a bit. Her black hair fell down in a soft movement without any loss of its perfection.
The girl's tongue traced my veins up to my wrist. Razor sharp, the tongue slides with a touch of brutal pain above all those bundles of nerves. The sharp edges of her teeth skate over the artery in my wrist.
Unbelievable pain floods my skin as those teeth, so much sharper than I'd given them credit for, press down hard, tearing through the meat, ripping it open and causing thick drops of blood to well forth. She still made sure not to harm the main artery so I wouldn't bleed out.
My thoughts become much less intelligible through the haze of pain and the near-sickening surge of adrenaline rushing through my veins.
I can see blood dripping over her lips and chin.
The bleeding severed. She fed herself; pulling the veins out, exposing them.
"Du blutest noch nicht genug f r mich." she said smiling.
I chuckled again while my face was twitching in pain, filled with pounding veins. The white fuzzy hat of hers fell down into the snow. It caught her attention. The blood droplets next to it left tiny holes in the snow. She started counting them aloud.
I passed out a bit, I guess. A daze got me.
When I came back to my thoughts, I saw her rubbing away the dirt from her face. She looked down at me.
It seemed to me like this form of Alucard was meant to be his way to let off some steam. However I wanted a last matter to be answered. I wanted to seek the truth in the liar's eyes.
"Why did you consume me?" I asked my question without any excessive foreplay.
"You should pray for the end of this nightmare; this lie of a life can, as quickly as it came, dissolve." she said in evil's relentless hostility, and loomed over me again.
The pain made me close my eyes. The hurt came and I had to fight to save my smile.
He continued and his voice changed. "I can fill in your blanks here. You are nothing but useless meat. I could have killed you, fed on you, waste you and let you bleed out. But I think we both insist on our war. All those battles we can not fight anymore." He stopped for a moment and I opened my eyes.
He had taken back his male shape. Plain and normal. Staring right at me with a warm smile.
"I had to make sure this will last forever. For death is the only adventure that is left for me."
