Samuel did not call me the next day, in fact he did not call me for a whole week, my chest aches, and I am too afraid to call him first. I sit at the dinner table alone. Picking at my food. What have I done? It's all my fault. I should have never let you get that close to me, I was over you dammit! I was over you! Why did you have to pull me onto your lap? Why did you make feel so good? I love him, you stupid dog!
I shake my head, going to my office, picking up the phone and dialing Samuels number. I hear it ring, and ring, and ring. No answer. I dial his number once more, someone answered on the third ring.
"Hello Sir Integra." I hear Vincent's voice, he sounds annoyed.
"Hello, Vincent." I greet him, trying to sound positive. "Is Samuel around?" I ask, my heart racing. I hear him sigh.
"Yes he is, but he's not taking any callers at the moment." He says sternly.
"Could you tell him I called?" I ask, rather than demand.
"Yes, I can." He says. "Good day." He says before hanging up, not giving me the chance to say goodbye back. I sigh, I have a feeling he isn't going to tell him I called. I wonder if he still wants to be with me after what happened, I am thankful he did not walk in when I kissed you. That kiss is suppose to be our last, and yet now, I don't think it will be. Maybe Samuel can share, maybe you can share. Maybe I like being shared like some tralup. But I can't share myself. I cannot combine the two worlds. Human and Vampires aren't meant to be lovers, just predator and prey. It's time for me to stop being your prey, and start being your master. I go to my bedroom, I call for you, you come almost immediately.
"Yes, master?" I hear your soft voice coming from the corner of my room.
"Come here." I say, patting my thigh, as I sit on my bed. You step slowly over to me, kneeling before me.
"He did he not call?" You ask. I narrow my eyes upon your solemn face.
I sigh, "No, he didn't." I say, cupping your soft face. Your smile gentle upon your lips, your hands touch the back of mine. Your eyes close. I begin to stretch your earlobes. I hear a small moan come from you.
"You like that?" I ask. You nod. You then stand over me, pushing me down on my bed. Hm? What's this? What are you doing? What are you trying to accomplish.
Your body hasn't been over mine in two years. I let you, I let you on top of me. I look into your eyes, your perfect ruby eyes. You are perfect.
You're the damn devil.
Your cold fingers trace my breasts and the center of my stomach.
"Do you think Samuel loves you." You tell me.
"I think so." My breathing hitches as your finger traces my lips.
"If he loves you, he would have called already." You say.
"Who's fault is that?" I ask.
"Yours, you can't resist me." You speak in a low growl. "You kissed me first."
"But as you said, I can't resist." I narrow my eyes. "You know I am weak to you."
"Yeah, I want you all to myself. Master, I want you to let me love you. Just let me touch you, let me kiss you, let me hold you." You say.
"How can I do that if I am going to marry Samuel?"
"He won't find out." Your eyes glow.
"I won't give back." I tell you sternly. My palms facing upward. My veins at your will.
"That's fine. Just as long as I get to be close to you, master."
"Okay." I agree to your terms. What the hell am I doing?
You lean down, your lips close to mine, I feel magnetics connecting us, Your blood feels hot in my veins. Our lips almost touch but a knock on the door disturbs us, and you vanish before I open my eyes from the attempted kiss. I shake and tremble. God damnit! This isn't fair Alucard!
"Intrude." I speak through my teeth, sitting up.
"Pardon me, Sir Integra." Walter says, entering my room. "Samuel called. He wants to meet you for dinner." He says, handing me a note, telling me the when and where to meet. Relief washes over me, my heart flutters with excitement. This must be a good sign, at least I hope.
"Thank you Walter, you may go." I say. He bows and takes his leave. I stand up, looking at the paper that tells me where to go. It wasn't a fancy place. He seems to like the causal when he isn't working. I don't mind. I go to my bathroom, turning on my sink, and washing my face. I look in the mirror. My face still dripping with water, I pat it dry. I go to my closet, I take a pair of pinstripe slacks and a matching blazer out, and change into that. The slacks tight around my legs. These are tightest pair I own. I straighten out my blazer in the mirror, and pull my hair back, and find a hair tie on my dresser. I pull my hair into a ponytail. My long neck, and slender face now more noticeable. I take off my tie, letting my shirt expose my chest, but only just a little.
When the time comes to leave, I drive myself. It was a small restaurant, barely anyone there, I go to find Samuel. He's sitting outside, not noticing me. The cool autumn air blowing through his thick curls. I sit at the small table.
"Samuel." My voice cracks. He does not bother to turn his head, only his eyes.
"Your hair." he says in a barely audible voice. I take the end of my ponytail and put it over my shoulder. I look down at my hair, then his face. "I like it." He says, his voice still quiet.
"Thank you." I say. My voice as small as his. There was an uncomfortable silence that falls between us. He looks off in the distance, his fingers tapping the stone table.
"We need to talk." He says, finally turning to me, leaning on his elbows. His eyes staring into mine, dark circles underneath his eyes.
"What is it Samuel?" I ask, leaning in.
"I think." he's eyes avert to the side, then back to me. "We need to call off the engagement."
I immediately grab my ring, my mouth going dry. "N-no." I protest, offended. I hear him sigh, almost defeated.
"Look, Integra, I think we need to rethink some things." He says. "I think this is…" He trails, "Not going to end well." he says, stiff, clasping his hands together.
My eyes go wide. "Are you breaking up with me?" I ask, my heart racing, my brow sweating. He can't leave me! "You can't, I'm-"
"I'm not breaking up with you, Integra." He says calmly. Relief washes over me. "I just think we need some new boundaries. Unless you want to tell me what you and your servant really are." He tells me.
"Ok-ay." I say slowly, nodding. "I'll tell you everything you need to know." I say quickly, not wanting to lose him. I would tell him all the times you kissed me if he asked, every time you touched me, every time you told me you loved me, as long as it might he wouldn't go. I see Samuel's shoulders relax.
"Okay, so, what is he," He pauses. "To you? What does he do?"
"You know of my bloodline." I say. He nods, blinking. "He was enslaved by my grandfather." I continue. "And he has been the family pet for decades. He is tied to me, to my blood." I explain.
"Sounds very.." he trails off, looking to the side again. "Intimate."
"It's not intended to be that way," I say. "He's a slave."
"So, you were basically in bed with the family pet?" He ask, his tone accusing.
"Well, yes." I state honestly. "I'm not proud of it, but it happened." I explain. Sam's eyes are dead set on me. His brow to his eyes as he stares at me.
"Did you two have sex?" He asks. My cheeks burn. I shake my head, looking at my feet. I see him relax a bit in his chair. I look back up at him, his eyes more relaxed as he stares.
"So, what is your servants name?" He asks.
"Alucard." I say.
He laughs, his voice rings like crisp bells. "That's clever." He snaps his finger, then he shakes his head. "Anyway, so i'm assuming he kills for you right?"
"That is correct." I cross my legs.
He leans forward. "Did you ever love him?" He asks. I sigh, rubbing the bridge of my nose. Yes, i did, I still do.
"Samuel, it's more complicated than that, I was still a teenager."
"It's not, did you, or did you not love him?" He asks again. I sigh before answering.
"Yes, I did." My heart sinks into my chest, and melts into nothing.
"Okay, now, tell me, how old were you when you two began to fraternize?" He asks.
"18." I answer.
"All right." he nods with acknowledgement. "Now, how did this happen? How did you two end up having your illegal relationship?" he asks me, Illegal? What the hell does that mean, I narrow my eyes.
"Illegal?" I ask, offended.
"He is a slave, you are is master, that is illegal, under the legal definition." He says calmly. I almost snap, how dare he accuse me of such a thing!
"Excuse me? He wanted me! He wanted to love me! It was him who seduced me!" I angrily point to myself. "Don't you dare ever accuse me of such a thing ever again!" I spit. His eyes wide, he scoots back a little from me.
"I'm sorry, Integra, dear." he murmurs, "forgive me."
"You are forgiven." I say, sighing. "Now," I say, becoming calm again."Where to begin." I say in thought "Well he killed for me, he killed for me without me telling him to, then he gave me the head of the person he killed." I explain. Samuel became deadly quiet. I continue, "This person sexually harassed me. And he found out where they lived, and cut off their head."
"My god.. And this made you fall for him?" He asks. I shake my head.
"No, it didn't." I pause. "At first." I swallow hard. "But he kept trying, and trying to get my attention. And I just couldn't say no anymore. He stuck out his lips, and I went the rest of the way."
I hear samuel's sigh, his breath shaking. "Okay." he tilts his head. "So tell me, my fiance, why were you two on the floor of your office two days ago? Why were you sitting on his lap?"
"It was a goodbye. It was the last time he could be close to me, so let him." I answer.
I see his eyes water. "All right." He says, looking passed me, holding his mouth, rubbing his chin. "As much as it hurts me, I can understand." He says softly. He rubbing his eyes, then looks at me, his brows meeting his eyes again.
"Do you really love me Integra?" He asks, taking my hands, squeezing them. "Please tell me the truth."
"I do." I lean in, looking into his eyes, "Don't you ever question it, ever!" I squeeze his hands back. "I love you, I don't want to lose you, I don't want you to leave." I plead, my voice cracks.
"You're not going to lose me my love, as long as you love me." He says, leaning in.
"I do." I lean in closer. Our lips touch, I want to melt into his arms, but I'll save that for later. After our kiss was over, our hands still clasped together.
"So, he is not leaving correct, you need him, to run your organization?" He says.
"Yes." I say.
"Okay." He says. "I can deal with that. Now, does he still love you?" He asks.
"Yes." I admit.
"Will he hurt me?"
"No, he wouldn't hurt me like that." I see him smile. His big, toothy, smile. He kisses me again.
"Good."
"Integra!" Seras beams in my ear, "What about this one?" She asks me, pointing to a wedding in a catalog she had gotten. "I think it would fit you well." She smiles. She has been beaming with excitement these past few weeks ever since Samuel and I had went public with our engagement. Sir Penwood being the most accepting out of all the Round table members, had sent Samuel and I dozens of roses as a gift. Sir Irons gave me a call, telling me congrats over the phone. The rest of them just sent letters telling me how happy they were I had decided to settle down with a man as powerful as I.
"It's too early to be looking at those." I say to Seras calmly. I pull a cigar out of my pocket.
She frowns a little, "It's never too early to look at them! Don't be so silly!" She chirps.
I sigh, and give her an empty smile. "It's going to be in the summer, Seras, we still have a whole winter to get through." I tell the happy vampire.
She leans over still, Looking at the catalog. "Sir Integra!" She whines. "I just want to help." She explains to me.
"I understand," I pause. "But I'm just not willing to get myself burnt out of my own wedding so soon." I explain to her. "Besides." I look at the dress she was previously pointing too. It was sleeveless, and bellowed at least three feet. "That dress isn't my style."
She cocks her head. "Okay, then what did you have in mind?" She asks me. I sigh internally, I shouldn't have said anything.
"Something long sleeved, covers my shoulders. No train." I explain, taking a drag of my cigar.
She nods, taking in this new information, she turns the page of the little catalog. "What about this one?" She points. I examine the one she is looking at, it was satin looking, ivory, v neck, off shoulder, open back, but it did have long sleeves. I sit up, and examine the dress furthur. Despite the excess of skin being shown, it really was quite beautiful.
"I like it." I admit to her. She chuckles, and proceeds to take a red ink pen from her pocket, and circle the dress.
"Okay, i'll keep that in mind." She says. I look at her, I wonder how many other things she had been circling in red pen.
"Do you like weddings?" I ask her, guinuely.
"Not exactly." She says, "I just like helping." She explains. I nod in acknowledgement.
"I see." I say. "Well, I think you have helped quite enough for today, don't you think?"
"Well-" She begins to say, but Alucard bursts through the door.
"Good afternoon my master." You greets me, his smile big. Something is wrong. Why are you up so early?
"Good afternoon servant." I say, I examine your face, your shades are on. "Take off your glasses while you are inside." I order you.
"My apologies." you say, taking off your shades. You put them in your pocket before going up to my desk. Seras is noticeably more tense. I wonder for a moment if she is scared of you, or has feelings, or both.
You doesn't say anything to her.
"What are you two looking at?" You question us. I don't say anything, I let Seras answer.
"Well, Master we are looking at wedding dresses." She explains to you. I put out my cigar. You look to me for confirmation. I nod.
"Oh, How wonderful." You say. Looking at the magazine on my desk. You lean down to examine the dresses on the page in front of me. "All beautiful, my master, but I think that one would look the best." You says, pointing to the long sleeved dress that caught my attention moments ago.
"I was thinking the same thing, but I am afraid I want none of these. I will most likely get one custom made." I explain. You nod slowly.
"I see, my master. Will Samuel be paying for it?" That question caught my attention, why would You care if Samuel bought it?
"We shall see about that, although I am sure he will insist." I say.
"Good," You say, Your hands on my desk. You look through more of the catalog. "What about this one?" You gesture to a dress in the right hand corner of the page. It was ivory, cover all the way to the neck, slimming, and had gloves built in. It's modest, clean looking. Short train. I tilt my head, looking it up and down.
"Hm, I didn't notice that one before." I say. "It's quite beautiful." I look up at you. I hear Seras shift behind me. I look down at the catalog again, noticing our fingertips touching each other. It makes my fingers tingle. I do not move away.
"I think Samuel would agree? Don't you think?" You ask me.
"I'll ask him about it." I say. Seras leans down, and circles the dress.
"Good." He says. "If he is a smart man, he will agree."