Author's note:

I tried to translate English to German, so I am sorry if there are any mistranslations. Anyways, enjoy.

Samuel comes over for dinner tonight, a late dinner, Connie didn't come. He isn't dressed to impress, and neither am I. our sleeves rolled up, gloves off, our smiles wide. He looks at me and speaks in his native tongue. German. It had been the first time he had ever used his native speak to talk to me. He also cut his hair, and shaved his beard. His jawline his strong, sharp. But if I am to be honest, I like the beard. I wish he would have kept it. But I don't fret.

"Honig.' I hear his thick voice say.

"What?" I ask.

"Honig means honey in German Love." He says.

"Oh, don't make it a habit of saying that." I say.

"Why not?"

I flush.

"Oh, I see." he grins, taking my hand. He then pulls out a little box from his breast pocket. He takes his hand away from mine opening it. "I did not have it on me when you agreed to marry me." he smiles, cheerful. I look at the small ring in the tiny box. It was silver, and it had 7 small white diamonds along it. The biggest diamond is in the middle, and 3 tiny diamonds are on each side on the biggest one. It's simple, plain, like me, but I don't think he means to make it come across like that. It's beautiful.

"Samuel." I murmur. "It's beautiful." I hold out my hand, he takes it, slowly putting it on my finger. It fit tightly, and it was heavy. I look at the diamonds glint in the light. I smile.
"How much was it?" I ask, still admiring it.

"5000 in American dollars." He says with a smirk. If I had a been eating or drinking, I would have spit it out. My eyes go wide.

"What the hell Samuel?" I exclaim. "Why spend that much?" I ask, my brows furrowed. Why did he spend so much on something that could have been a permanent no?

He laughs, flashing his big white teeth. "Because I love you. I want to spend the money because I want to let you know you're important." His face brightens.

"But you can do that without spending so much!" I say, frowning.

"I prefer to do both." he smirks. There it was, that cocky, smart ass I know. His cocky smirk that made me so aggravated. But I find the smirk nostalgic. I haven't seen it in months. Oddly enough, I find it comforting in a way, that our love did not change him. That he still was himself. I was becoming a bit worried that I had changed him. But I am comforted in the fact I did not.

I twitch my upper lip.
"Prefer to do both, hm?" I look at him. "Well, don't spoil me now." I tease.

"I think you already are." He grins, his eyes squinted from his huge smile.

"I am?" I question.

"Yes, Königin der Vampires." He says. I blink, confused.

"What does that mean?" I ask.

"Queen of vampires." He says, I almost laugh. Then I smile.

"Well if I am the queen of vampires, does that make you the king of vampires?" I ask, teasingly.

"I guess I am marrying her." He leans back in his chair, hands behind his head. His legs crossed. "Then that makes me König der Vampire? Doesn't it?"

I nod, smirking. I grab his hand. "I love you."

"I love you too." he says back to me. He leans in, and kisses my lips.

"How do you say I love you in German?" I ask.

"Ich," he pauses, "Liebe," he pauses again, "Sie." He finally finishing his sentence.

"Oh." I raise my eyebrow.

"You know, My first language wasn't german." he says.

"Hm?" I say, my interest peaked.
"It was hebrew." He say.

"Oh, that's right." I say. "Weren't you Jewish in your childhood?"

He nods. "I was, then when I married my first wife, we both converted to Lutheranism."

"Hm." I cross my arms, and my legs. "I see. What made you change?"

"My late wife was catholic, and I was jewish, so we met halfway." He explains to me.

"So," I begin, "Do you still practice?"

He shakes his head. "I have no religion, as of right now."

"I will not marry you if you are not a man of god." I tell him. Uncrossing my legs.

I see the panic flash in his eyes. "I am a man of god." he says, fishing for my hands in my crossed arms. I let him take them.

"For me? Or for god?" I ask.

"For god."

I smile lightly. I see relief wash over his face. He leans in closer. Our knees touching. I tense.

He puts his hands on my shoulders. "You are so slender." he says, I am unsure whether or not to take it as a compliment.

"I know I am." I say.

"I like it." he says, distracted by my frame. I tense up even more at his touch. He perks up, he furrows his brow. "What's wrong?" He asks.

"It's nothing really." I say, looking away. "It's just, we say we want to get to know each other, but we never really talk about things to get to know each other." I explain.

"If that's what you want, then that's what you'll get." He says, his eyes halfway closed. He kisses me. His lips are softer than usual. I moan a lightly. I feel his lips curl against mine. He pulls away.

"So where would you like to start?" He asks me.

"The beginning."

Later on that evening, I went to my office, I had to get a few things. I sat at my desk, looking through the drawers. Samuel was waiting for me in my room. I had to make this quick. As I was fishing through my drawer I hear the door slam open, my snap my head up. It's you. Months of no sight of you, months without a word. Now, there you stand, your teeth bared, I am terrified. But I do not let you know. I sit at my desk, calmly. My hands clasped together. I see the venom behind your mouth in that moment. I had forgotten how beautiful you truly are. Pale, porcelain skin, carved cheekbones, tall, and slender. It is a shame I am in love with someone else. But I do not feel bad. You are closer now, and I brace myself for some sort of pain, Some sort of physical contact. But that does not happen, instead up fall on your knees, your face hopeless. I furrow my brows. Your palms up on your thighs. You look me in the eyes. I see bloody tears form in the corner of your eyes. My expression still calm.

Have… Have I been bested?" You asked.

"Yes, Alucard, it seems you have."

"I love you." You say. Tears streaming down your pale cheeks.

I take a deep breath. "I know Alucard." I state.

"Do you love me back?" You ask, still on your knees.

"Not in the way you want Alucard." I say, I keep saying your name. Maybe because I haven't said it in so long. I stand from my chair. I walk over to your crouched form. I stand tall before you, I crouch down, getting on your level. I put my finger on your chin, making you look at me.

"Alucard," I say softly. You look up at me, your face now full of apathy. "Come here." I continue. I open my arms up, waiting for you to come into my arms. But to my surprise, you pull into your arms instead. I let you. I embrace you back, I was in your lap. I had forgotten how stiff you are, and cold. But I am still accepting of your embrace. I sit my chin on your shoulder. We did not speak to each other, silence had overtaken us. It's just us, and our mourning.

"I missed you." I coo in your ear. I feel your arms squeeze me tighter.

"I missed you too." You tell me. Your finger running through my hair, as your other arm supports me. A moment of silence falls on us again before you speak up.

"So, you're marrying him." You say.

"Yeah, I am." I admit.

"Good, Good." You say, "Does he make you happy?" You ask.

"Yes." I answer.

"Good."

I take a deep breath. I pull away slightly. Looking at your face. "I forgot how beautiful you look." I say. You smile, your tears dried.

"Thank you master, I had forgotten how beautiful you look too." You chuckle. I move a piece of hair out of your face.

"Thank you. Alucard." I nod once. I kiss your lips, you kiss me back, our kiss last for what felt like an entinery. This would be our last kiss, and I could feel it in your lips that you knew that. Your lips soft like satin. I have to pull away before I did something I regret. Our kiss separate. I can tell you're upset.

"Is he here now?" You ask.

I nod. "He is. He's spending the night." I say.

"I see." Your eyes narrow. "Are you two sleeping together?" You ask. I almost growl, but I don't.
"We aren't having sex." I say. My arms wrapped around your neck. I am comfortable I must admit.

"Oh." Your face perks up, then it falls. I pinch his cheek.

"Don't be so sad." I coo. "It won't happen for a while."

You roll your eyes. I sigh.

"Alucard, look, I love him, and I really want this. I want him."

"Marriage doesn't sound like you." You say.

"I didn't think it sounds like me either." I say. "But it's happening."

You breath hard out of your nose. "Okay." You state simply. I lay my chin on your shoulder again. Silence again. I rub your back in a comforting way. I hear a small purr come from you. "I love you." I hear you say.

"I lov-" I am cut off by another voice in the room.

"Integra?" I look up, only to find Samuel standing over us. I open my mouth to speak. I slowly stand, and so do you. Your face looking aggravated.

"Hello Samuel." I say, straightening out my shirt, avoiding his gaze. But you are staring directly at him, your eyes fuming.

"Am I interrupting anything?" He chokes out.

I shake my head, "No. We were just finishing up." I finally get the courage to look up at my fiance. His eyes are wide, looking at you. He looks so pale, so shocked. I was snuggling on the floor with my servant.

"You keep vampires in your employ?" He asks, looking at your eyes.

"I'm sorry Samuel, I should have told you sooner I-" I am interrupted by you.

"I'm her servant." you say, I hear Samuel gasp. He realized something, something dark from my past. That you were the servant I let touch me. That I was having an affair with, that had I had kissed just moments ago. He is looking at my first love, who is not going anywhere.

"Oh, oh dear." Samuel says, running his fingers through his thick hair. "I'm sorry Integra, but I have to go." He looks at me, sternly.

"Samuel!" I exclaim. "Don't go!" I beg.

"I'll- I'll call you tomorrow, okay?" He puts his hand up, keeping me from getting closer.

"Sam! Don't!"

"I'll call you tomorrow." He repeats before turning around, "I'll see myself out."

I want to follow him, but I don't. I do not wish to make things worse.

My heart beats hard and fast. My eyes wide, sweat on my brow, I am in a full painc. I feel your hand on my back. It's over, it's all over. I broke his heart, I betrayed him. My heart shatters in two. What have I done? Why did I have to do what I did?

This was my fault.