Well, hey, another chapter.
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Airports. Suck. A lot.
I mean, come on, who would get freaked-out about letting a 200-something pound dog that looked to be part Irish Wolfhound and part Mastiff onto an airplane?
Not like it could hurt anyone, right?
Wrong. It's bad enough your older sister grabs a knife and gets ready to kill said dog on the first meeting, and your dad nearly get his back broken when said dog jumps on him (which nearly makes him refuse to take the dog over seas, except it's in your grandmother's will), but to spend an extra forty-five minutes just trying to convince the guard not to shoot the massive thing? Is said dog really worth it all?
Well, when said dog is really your vampire man-servant in disguise, the answer would have to be, a hell yes. Especially if it's Dracula.
But you can't let him know that, of course.
--now back to present-tense!--
"Finally! We're back to good ol' sunny California! England's too depressing."
"It all depends on your tastes, I guess." Walter told his oldest daughter.
"True enough."
"Can we stop talking and start unloading? We're parked in front of our house, if you two haven't noticed."
"You're just unhappy because you've got a headache and Trepas won't stop jumping on you."
"Yeah, and he weighs a lot more than I do." Luca grunted pushing the large, black, panting dog off her and climbing out of the car joined almost immediately by her 'faithful' dog and later by her sister.
"Dad! Pop the trunk."
"Sure, can you guys get my stuff and put it in my room?" The girls glanced at each other.
"No." They each turned around, their luggage in hand, and headed toward the house. With his luggage, too. But he'd realize this later.
"Oh, thanks." Came Walter's grumbled reply.
"Welcome!" The two shouted over their shoulders. Unlocking and entering the two-story house, the youngest sister handed the extra luggage to the other.
"You can handle it?" Luca asked, referring to the extra luggage.
"I'll be fine."
"Good."
"…That's right, we've gotta get dog stuff for Trepas, too. Is he even house trained?" Sora asked, balancing the luggage easily.
"Yeah, he is. He's an inside-outside dog, too. So we're going to have to make a way for him to go in and out of the house. That doesn't involve a doggy-door big enough for a robber to fit through."
"Shoot, that could be a problem, huh?"
"Yep. I like having my house not burglarized just as much as the next person." Luca emphasized.
"I would think so, Luca. So, we walk to the pet place… tomorrow?"
"Sounds good to me. Trepas! Here boy!" Luca called, hoping the large, heavy dog wouldn't come bounding over to 'shower her with affection and love.' Concussions were painful, after all. And he didn't. She gave him a pat on the head for show before turning around, readily accepting the feeling that somehow, this would all be shot to hell soon.
'Now what kind of room would you have, I wonder?' Luca rolled her eyes at the cheeky vampire, starting to get used to the telepathy. She blinked as he sent her a few mental images.
'Not to far off, pet.' The large dog turned his massive head to look at her. With all six eyes. 'Just minus the shackles.' The eerie dog grinned at her, two rows of fangs, not even teeth, glinting at her.
'We could install some.' She stared suspiciously at her servant, hand on her door, unsure how that comment was meant.
'He wouldn't really… hit on me, right? Bloody hell, this is going to be one wild ride…'
'Oh Master, you so severely neglected to ask your dear Grandmother what it was like living with me.' Luca stared at him for a few seconds, and opened the door. Strutting inside like he owned it, Alucard waited patiently for Luca to close the door before transforming into his human state with a few sickening snaps and cracks.
Looking around, he realized he had actually come quite close guessing the room's decor. He had just imagined it to be less modern… It had a large, tall, and thin window which was above the large daybed, that he noted they would both be able to fit in comfortably, already plotting. A desk was to its left and a bookshelf to its right. He glanced around a bit more, there was a walk in closet with a frosted glass door just left of the entrance to her room, and a thin mirror behind the open closet door, and a low-hanging, dim set, rather simple looking chandelier in the middle of her room. And a rather large amount of casually-placed weapons that seemed surprisingly unnoticeable, despite how openly they were displayed.
The corner to the right of the entrance was completely bare, with the exception of a backpack.
"You even have the space to put the shackles, Master." She glared at him as she walked into her closet to unpack her luggage.
"Shut up."
"I think they would make a nice addition, you could use them for so many things." Luca paused for a second, letting the silence sink in for a moment.
"Keep it up and I'll make you rip your tongue out with a butter knife." Alucard grinned.
"But then you'd have to clean the stain, Master."
"I'd make you do it on tile, where it wouldn't stain, and then I'd make you clean it." She was an odd human, for sure.
"Oh, your so cruel, Master."
"I know." came the immediate response. Luca finished her unpacking and walked out of the close, closing the door behind her. She looked up to see Alucard sprawled across her bed casually.
"Care to join me, Master?" an almost surprisingly perverse glint in his eye. Luca glanced him up and down slowly, carefully; before walking teasingly close to the bed, but grabbing the desk chair, sitting in it backwards, but still facing a disappointed Alucard.
"What ails you, Servant?" Luca asked, not even pretending to be concerned.
"Nothing, Master." A large grim spread across his features again, exposing his rows of canines. "You're never-ending beauty just makes your humble servant go weak at his knees, forcing him to rest upon laying eyes on you." She rolled her eyes, but took it in stride.
"Then perhaps my humble servant should wear a blindfold to block his master's beauty from distracting him."
flail
Will there relationship ever really improve!? Probably not…