Winter falls over the city of London in a calm white blanket. You and I walk along the stone path in my backyard. Snowflakes collecting in my hair.
"So, you are to be married in June." You say, not looking at me. You stare off in the distance in front of you.
"I am," I say, crossing my arms. Cool wind blow through the cracks in my clothes, making me shiver. "I rather not be freezing to death on my wedding day." I explain.
"Where is the honeymoon going to be be?" You ask, still looking off in the distance.
"I don't know, why do you even care?" I say, looking ahead of me.
"I am just curious." You defends yourself.
"It's between Samuel and I." I say. Hoping to drop the issue.
"Well," You say, then sigh. "I would like to know, in case something happens." You state.
"While I see your logic, if something happens, Walter will let you know." I say, I didn't want you knowing where Sam and I are to go. Samuel's estate back in Colorado is a plausible option. I have always wondered where he use to live, what his life before me looked like. It would be fascinating to see. I hear you grubble under your breath. I ignore you. You knew what was going to happen during the honeymoon. So why would you want to concern Yourself with the bed I do it on? I can see it pains you. Maybe you think you could stop it. That's not going to happen.
We reach the end of the stone path, turning around and walking back. You locks your arm around mine. I let you think what you wants about us. All I am letting you do is being affectionate towards me. It's okay as long as I don't touch you back, I think. Your arms tightly locked around mine, as if I were to move, my arm would tear off. You have gotten more and more possessive as the wedding date slowly approaches. I see someone coming out of the backdoor in the distance. Tall, black hair, dark coat, Samuel. He waves at us, and I see him smile, despite you being attached to my hip. I break free from your arm, and run towards Samuel. I wasn't expecting him today. I run into Samuel's arms. He picks me up, letting my feet dangle as he squeezed me. He set me down gently.
My eyes bright, and my smile wide, I look up at my future husband. He smiles at me back.
"I wasn't expecting you," I say, "What made you decide to come?"
He shrugs. "Can't I just see my fiance?" he says. "Besides, I called Walter, he said you weren't busy." His smile begins to fade as the sound of your boots hit the stone underneath your feet. Samuel tenses, and looks at me. He takes my cheeks in my hands, and kisses my lips. I hug him tightly, flesh under my fingertips. So warm compared to my vampire behind me. Our lips separate, and I am bit saddened. Samuel looks at you, then back at me.
"Shall we go inside?" Sam asks. I nod, then turn around and face you.
"You can go back to sleep now." I say. You blink, your face emotionless.
"Thank you master." You tell me before bowing, and taking his leave.
Samuel grips my waist tightly, pulling me closer. He looks down at me with loving eyes, kissing me again, this time with more passion. He feels relaxed under my fingers. He pulls away, I take notice his hair is fullest I have ever seen it.
"You need a haircut." I say, smiling.
He chuckles. "I thought you liked my long hair." He says.
"I do," I admit. "But it's so thick!" I run my fingers through, his hair is cool like the temperature outside.
"It's winter!" he laughs. "I have to stay warm somehow." He teases me, taking me by the arm, we go inside. Going to the din, we take off our coats, then sit in front of the fireplace. I sit, my knees on top of his lap, our shoulders touching. Our hands entwined. We stare at the fire blazing in the pit, the flames dance in front of our eyes. We stay nothing for awhile.
"My brother is coming to stay with me." He says out of nowhere. I turn my head.
"You're brother?" I question. "Jacks?" He hadn't mention him in months.
"Yes, it's almost christmas." he says, "He wants to see his niece and his soon to be sister-in-law."
"What about your sister?" I ask, remembering he had one from all the pictures in his house. He shrugs,
"She doesn't talk to the family much." he tell me. "She hasn't talked to me for awhile. I send her money, and that's the extent of our relationship." he says with a wave of his hand.
"Why are you two so distant?" I ask.
"It's-" he pauses, "Well my sister wanted the family business to die off, my brother, the oldest, didn't succeed my father when he left my siblings and our dying mother. But I stepped up, I took the position, I replaced my father. And she didn't like that to well, she felt betrayed by me." He explains, I furrow my brow in thought. I tried to find the words to say.
"Why did your father leave?" I ask, squeezing his hand. "You never told me why he left." I add.
"I," He pauses, looking in front of him, his jaw clenched, "Don't know why my father left." He states, empty. "He hated his own family, most likely. He never wanted children, and when my mother was going to die, he took his leave." He says. "My older brother was saved from most of the abuse, he could take my father, so he abused my sister and I." He explains. I hold him tight in my arms. A flood of emotions hits me hard in the chest. What could I say? I just hold him.
"I'm sorry Samuel, I'm so sorry you had to go through that. But I am also proud of you." I say. He looks down at me, confused. "I am proud of you because you didn't run. You took it upon yourself to carry on your family legacy when you could have ran. You took care of your family." I say, taking Sam by the chin, making him look at me. I hear a small whine coming from his throat. His eyes watering. I kiss him. His hands sit on my waist. He pulls me in tighter, deepening the kiss. I pull away, his grip tightening still, his chin resting on my shoulder.
"How old were you when he left?" I ask. I hear him swallow.
"15." He says. "I was 15 when I became the head of the family, and the Organization he abandoned."
I put my arms around his neck. I could relate. I know what it is like to be the head of an Organization so young, having to grow up overnight. Having to put a childhood behind. "Samuel, i'm sorry," I kiss his neck, rubbing his shoulder.
He rubs my back. "Don't be sorry, it wasn't so bad. I ended having somewhat of a normal life. I went to Oxford with my brother. I got married, I had a child, I am successful. I was pushed to be who I am, I use to be so spineless, and so timid. But tragedy has made me strong." He says.
"I use to be a timid child too, but when my uncle tried to kill me, I had to chose, would I die, a small, heart-broken child, or would I make a decision."
"What did you decide?" he asks.
"I killed my uncle." I say. He pulls away from me, giving me a worried expression. I look at him, my eyelids heavy. "Yes, I had to kill him. He had a gun to my head." I explain. "But he was already hurt when I finally pulled the trigger."
"Why was he hurt?"
"Alucard."
"I- what?" He says confused.
"My father told me, before his death, if I was ever in danger, if I had nowhere else to go, if all my enemies were closing in. To go to the deepest dungeon of our estate, to the deepest cell. There, will be my salvation. Alucard saved my life, Samuel. He- He saved me from my death, after that, he pledged his servitude to me."
Samuel doesn't say anything, but looks into my eyes. "I see." He says finally, holding my face. His eyes boring into mine. "You two must have been close from the very beginning."
"I was very attached to Alucard after that, yes. I was only 12. He and Walter were they only ones I trusted after that. Having someone dedicated to my every move, made me feel so special. I was put on a such pedestal by Alucard. I sort of developed a school girl crush." I say, chuckling, a little embarrassed I use to be so easily persuaded, then again, I was only a kid still. I see Sam give me a small smile.
"Well, he did save your life, he must have been a knight in shining armor to you." He says. His smile dissipates, his face serious. "He never, took advantage of that, did he?" He asks. I furrow my brow, I shake my head.
"No, he would never, he would never dream of it!" I almost snap. A tad annoyed Sam would assume that of you, then again, he didn't know you.
"Good." he says, hugging me tightly. I let him hug me as tight as he wants. Look at him a little weary.
"What's wrong?" He asks me.
"Nothing, It's just," I pause. "What's going to happen when we get married? How are you going to deal with Alucard?" I ask. "When we are married, you'll be with me all the time, how will you fair?"
He sits up and little on the coach. "Well," he rubs his chin in thought. "You'll be here too, I am sure you won't let anything happen, and I certainly won't do anything to him." he says. "Everything will be fine." He says. He pulls me on his lap. His hands on my thighs.
"Sure it will." I say, trying to convince myself.
"What of Connie?" He asks. "What will happen if they have contact?" He asks.
"They won't have contect, I'll make sure of that." I answer him. "She will not know he exist, no until she is older."
"Are you sure?" He asks. "Isn't that a bit overboard?" he continues.
"I don't think so." I add. "I think it would be upsetting to her, she doesn't know vampires are real yet."
He nods.
"I see your point." He says.
"We'll get there." I say.
"Yeah, we will."