Author's note:Hey lads, sorry for the dead end chapter, i'm going to be taking a bit of a break for a week or so, work has been rough. Anyways, enjoy this little chapter!
I feel ill. After a particular long tutor lesson with my soon to be step daughter, I had felt sick to my stomach, I had ran to the bathroom and puked up my breakfast. Walter took Constance home. I'm in my bed now. Walter had came in and took my temperature. 101 degrees. I felt hotter than that. I took a sip of the glass of water Walter had left me on my nightstand. It's a shame I am sick. Samuel's brother is in area. I would like to meet my future brother-in-law. Sam was suppose to call when his brother got there. But I don't think i'll be able to make it. I turn on my side, holding my stomach, it made a low growl. My mouth salivated, and I felt bile in my throat, I jump out of bed, throwing up in toilet, on my knee, I collapse onto the hard marbel of my bathroom floor. I shut my eyes, grasping my stomach again, I groan in absolute misery. I tap my forehead against the floor in frustration. I close my eyes, a frustrated tear rolls down my cheek. I feel so weak, my heart thuds hard against my ribs. Everything is spinning and my hearing goes in and out. Everything goes dark.
I open my eyes, i'm in my bed again. I feel the soft sheets through my fingers. My sheets are cool, it feels nice. I look around the room, I wonder who put me in my bed, but then I see you by my bedside.
"Alucard." I say, my voice raspy. I clench my eyes closed before opening them again.
"Integra," You say back. I pout, my head pounds. I close my eyes, it hurt too much to keep them open. I feel your cool hand touch my hot forehead and I am immediately relieved. I moan in blissful relief, and my hands lay dead at my side. I also feel my hair is in a ponytail. Which also feels good, my hot neck now touches the cool pillow underneath it.
"Did you put me in bed?" I ask.
"Yes, I did." You say, "You're puking was pretty load. I couldn't ignore it."
"How long have I been out?" I ask.
"30 minutes." You say punctually.
"Oh." I moan, "Your hand feels so good." I press my head against your cool hand.
'I haven't heard you say that in years.' Your voice intrudes in my head. My brow furrows.
'Watch your mouth servant.' I think back. I hear you chuckle softly. I groan. I am not in the mood for your teasing. Your hand moves to my cheek and neck. I continue to moan in relief.
"Alucard." I say weakly.
"Yes?" You question.
"My back is hot." I say.
"What would you like for me to do about it?" You ask. Your voice peaking with interest. I slowly turn on my stomach. I wrap my arms around my pillow above my end. My eyes shut tight. "Oh, I see." I hear your voice. I feel your cold hand go up my shirt, and place it on the curve of my back. I moan in great relief. The sweat on my back dries almost immediately, now that I am cooled down. "Do you feel better?" You ask me, almost cooing.
"Yes," I say weakly. My throat burns from the bile I had thrown up previously.
"Good." Your hand moves up and down my back. My toes curl. I stretch and relax. I feel myself drift in and out of sleep while you sit by my side. I feel safe when you are near. I hadn't felt that way in years around you. Your large hand rubs my back, slowly, causing my to drift further into unconsciousness. I fell into a deep sleep. Forgetting my sickness. I did not dream, instead I cannot move, once my conscious returns to me, My eyes do not open, my arms and hands dead at my side again, must have turned over. Two voices catch my attention. Yours, and someone else's. It was deep and crisp. It wasn't Walter, Once I am more aware, I realize it's Samuel voice. Wait a second, You are speaking with my fiance? Thinking I am sleep? I listen in on your conversation.
"Has she been restless?" Samuel asks you, I feel his warm hand grasp mine. I feel the back of my neck sweat.
"No, she's been still." you answer him in a calm tone. "I found her in the bathroom on the floor. So I moved her to the bed."
"What made you come?" He asks you. "How did you know where to find her?"
"We're connected, mind, blood, and soul." You time him. I feel Sam shift in his chair. He is leaning in, his elbows on the bed. While it sounds like you are leaning back in your seat. "I can read her thoughts, I know where she is at all times, I know her feelings, I know everything."
I wince internally, you didn't know everything. You lair, if I could move, i'd smack you. But you are right about one thing, you could read my thoughts, but only when I let you. Only if I let my guard down.
"So, you two are very close." He says, squeezing my hand.
"Yes, we are." you say, "She loves me." I hear you say smugly.
"She loves me too." Samuel says softly. Stroking the back of my hand. I can feel Sam's gently smile and eyes on my unmoving form.
"She does." You reassure him, "Surprisingly."
I hear Samuel groan under his breath.
"Tell me, Samuel, how much do you love her?" You ask him.
"I love her a lot. Ever since I met her, I had strong feelings, I wanted to be near her always, She consumes most of my days, my nights, my thoughts, she is always in the forefront of my actions." He answers you.
"So how far would you go for her?" You ask.
"To the ends of the earth." He answers.
"Would you risk your life for her?" You ask, I furrow my brow.
"Well yes, if it came down to the that." He answers.
"Would you kill for her?" You ask, a moment of silence falls over the room, and before Sam could answer, I begin to stir, acting like I was just waking up. You and him quickly readjust in your respective chairs. I slowly open my eyes, looking at Sam first. My vision is blurry, and I smile at sam's faint form. I could feel him smile. He squeezes my hand, I squeeze back. I then turn to you, my smile disappears. My eyes adjust to the darkness of my room.
"Sam." I say in a small voice.
"Yeah?" Sam says eagerly, putting my hand to his chin as he leans forward.
"When did you get here?" I ask.
"10 minutes ago." he answers.
"Oh," I pause. "I'm sorry I didn't get to meet your brother today." I apologize.
He hushes me. "DOn't be sorry, he'll be here all month." he tells me, "You'll get to meet him."
My shaking fingertips caress his lips. I smile weakly.
"How long was I asleep?" I ask.
"Two hours." You interject.
"It feels like i've been out for days." I say. I hear Samuel chuckle.
"Alucard hasn't left your side." Samuel tells me. "Very attentive servant." I can almost hear the word attentive be said with a dash of spite from his lips.
"He was just making sure I was okay until you got here, isn't that right, Alucard?" I turn to face you, your legs crossed, along with your arms. You give me a look of apathy, with a bit of misery.
"Correct." you say flatly.
"You may leave servant, you fulfilled your duty." I say, weakly waving my hand, dismissing you. You say nothing, getting up and taking your leave. I turn my head back to my fiance, I smile brightly, despite feeling horrible.
"Did Connie make it home alright?"
"She came home just fine." He smiles at me. "She's worried about you." He says.
"Awe, how sweet." A smile still tight on my lips. Samuel leans forward, almost on my bed now.
"Do you need anything?" He asks me. I shake my head.
"No, not right now." I say, then I pause. "What were you and my servant talking about?" I ask. Finding the strength to sit up a little.
"Nothing in particular," he lies. "Just you." he finishes.
"Hm?" My interest peaked.
"What about me?" I ask.
"How well you were going to recover." He lies again.
"I see." I look outside, the sun is out. Shining bright in my room. I squeeze Samuel's hand. "I feel popular," I joke, looking back at my fiance. He kisses my hand. I frown.
"Don't kiss me so much. I don't want you to get sick." I say.
He frowns back. "In sickness and in health."
"We aren't married yet!" I try to exclaim. My voice cracks.
"Well when we are married. You'll have to get use to sharing germs." He teases me.
"Oh god, if you get sick, do not expect me sharing a bed with you." I state.
"Oh jeez, I feel the love honey." He laughs.
"I have a very important job, Sam." I try to justify myself. He continues to laugh and snort. "What's so funny?" I raise an eyebrow.
"What I find funny, is you make so much time for me, so many hours spent together, so many nights spent." he stops laughing and clears his throat. "And yet your job is too important to share a cold." he holds my hand to his cheek. I have nothing to say to him, I just look on with sick eyes. Silence falls over us.
"Did I ever tell you I love your hands?" He says. I blink.
"What?" I question.
"I said I love your hands." he repeats himself. Rubbing my palm to his beard.
"How strange," I say.
"Your hands are so soft, and the most delicate part of you." He compliments. He kisses my knuckles. I give him a soft smile. "I have memorized them." He tells me.
"Uh, what?" I say confused. "What do you mean?"
"My attraction blinds me to you, No matter how many times I look at your face, I still can't remember it, I cannot recall your beauty, because I am so excited when I am around you. So I look at your hands, and that's how memorize your face, from your hands up."
It didn't make sense, then again, the rules of attention often times don't make sense. Love, lust, so human, yet so past human comprehension. I didn't understand my attention to Samuel at times. This makes me think of how I remember Sam's face when I recall his features. His eyes are the first thing that comes to my mind, sharp blue eyes, worn, yet intelligent. Then I remember the sharp cheekbones, and then his jawline, his beard, his nose. His face is pale, like a marble sculpture. And his body, he's perfect, in my eyes.
"I recall your image by your eyes, you're eyes are the bluest, most brightest eyes I have ever seen." I say. He smiles against my knuckles.
"Really?" he says, "How interesting." His says in a husky voice.
"It was one of the first things I noticed about you, when I first laid my eyes on you." I continue. "They're beautiful."
"Thank you my love."