The wedding went smoothly. Although it rained all that day and night. I had met Jacks again, we shared a dance together, he was, and still is, quite abrasive. Sir Penwood and I shared a dance as well, he was gentle and kind about it. But nothing really matched our dance together. It was getting towards the end of the night, and Everyone had, had their fill on the wedding party. But not you, you stood on the balcony, you wore a vest, if I remember correctly. Samuel had leaned over and told me, "Looks like someone is waiting for you." Then he urged me towards you, I did not wish to see you. But Samuel was already gone when I went to turn back around. I swallow my ride, and I had walked towards you. Stepping outside, the cool air washed over my skin.
"Alucard, are you here for someone?" I asked you. You turned around, your eyes filled with longing, and admiration.
"Yes, in fact, I am." You grinned at me. I smile back.
"Who is it?" I asked.
"I think you know." You said. Holding out your hand to me, I take it. You pulled me in tightly to your body. I turn my head quickly, making sure no one was looking at us, luckily all the guests were distracted. You spin me around in circles. Your mouth was close to my ear.
"I'm going to miss you." You said.
"Well," I paused, trying to find the right answer. "I suppose," I swallow, "I'll miss you too." I blinked, not looking at you, I was looking inside, Samuel and Seras were dancing and respectable distance. And Connie was standing in the corner, Penwood conversing with the child best he knew how.
"It's not like it matters, it's not like you care about me anyway." You remark, with a teasing grin.
"Why don't you think I care about you?" I asked.
"You haven't kissed me yet." You said, standing up straight.
"Are you guilting me for a kiss?" I asked, slightly annoyed.
"No." You answered. "I am just seeing if you would." The grin on your face slipping.
I pull you out of the view of the glass double door. I kissed your cheek, you purred happily.
"There, do you feel better?" I asked.
"No."
"No?"
"Because, you promised yourself to someone else." You said, your voice empty, but I don't feel any remorse. I do not regret my decision to marry someone I love. I love you too, but I love him more.
"I do not care, Alucard, really, you are beating a dead horse." I nearly growled at you. My brows lowered on my face. "I chose him. I will always chose him, and you can't stop me." I snapped, we continued dancing regardless of my outburst, which you didn't seem to react to.
"No, I won't stop you, but you will stop yourself." You retorted.
I blink. "That's not possible." I growled.
"It is possible!" You exclaimed, "Bonding be damned."
My eyes narrowed on you, anger filling every bone in my body. You shrink back, letting me go.
"Never, bring that up again." I said, in a deadly voice.
I do not remember the trip to Colorado to well, in fact, I believe I had slept a majority of the trip. I made sure not to ask too many questions, I wanted it to be a culture shock. I had never been to America. And to be honest, it never crossed my mind until I married my husband. But now, this old manor of his, is now mine, and a part of Hellsing is now his. We are wildly rich, and own multiple properties together. I would have a few legal documents when I got back home, but I needn't concern myself with it now. My mind is too focused on what is to come.
"Now, when we get there, I want you to stay close." Samuel whispers in my ear on the plane. It's 5am in Denver. I don't say anything but nod. I rest my head on his shoulder. He kisses my forehead. I shut my eyes, drifting off to sleep.
I awoke again, Samuel looks out the window, I look over his lap and I gasp in a small voice. The mountains, covered in beautiful green trees, they are absolutely breathtaking. Samuel turns to me and smiles.
"Amazing, aren't they?" he asks, I nod. I look at his jaw, and kiss it. He had shaved for the wedding, and he is already growing back stubble.
Once we land, I had never seen so many people in one place, the Denver airport bustled with people. I hold Samuel's hand as he guides me through. Vincent is with us for security. Plus, to give us any reports in case of emergency. I would hate to leave early, but duty comes first.
Vincent calls a cab from us, and hands us our bags. We put them in the back of the cab, and get in. Vincent gets in front of the cab, and tells cab driver where to go. I knew where we are going. His mansion, in mountains. I am very excited to see it. Samuel wraps his arm around mine. I hold him tightly. As we drive through the city, I look in amazement at the all the skyscrapers The city is beautiful. Samuel leans in close to my ear.
"You see that building over there?" He points to the right of him. I turn to see where he is point. The building stood tall, and the sky reflected against the glass of the windows.
"Yes, I see." I say.
"That's mine." he whispers. "That is where my organtizon is based." he tells me. My eyes go wide.
"In the middle of the city?" I question him.
"Hide in plain sight." he justifies himself.
I nod in acknowledgement. "I can understand that." I say. We drive out of the city, and head onto a thin highway, and I wonder how after we are going to go. I look at Samuel for answer. But he does not notice. I watch the city get further and further behind us. I keep thinking of how inconvenient it would to have my organization in a different part of the city. How many times I would have missed something, then again, he and I do different things. He made weapons to kill vampires and the like, and I am the one who puts the killing into action. I suppose we did compliment each other in that as well. He is the defensive, and I am the offensive. I give him a kiss on the temple.
After about 30 minutes of driving we come to a the entrance of a small town. We drive slow up to a stop light, and I take notice of people waving at Samuel from the outside. He smiles, and waves at them back.
"You know these people?" I ask him, curious.
"Yes I do, I pump money into this town, I keep it afloat." He says, "I know these people because I own this town."
My eyes narrow. "I see." I tell him. "How, charitable of you." I compliment. He nods. Vincent says something to the cab driver I do not understand. I turn back to Samuel. A small red headed child runs up to the cab, trying to keep us with us as we drive off up the road. Out of the small town, we go up hill for what seemed like 2 miles. Then we drive up a small hill, to a black stone gate, vincent gets out of the car, but not before handing the cab driver a big chunk of american cash, Samuel gets out of the cab, and I follow. Vinny gets our bags out of the trunk. Samuel puts in the code of the keypad on the gate. I look around in my surroundings. Trees upon trees all around, mountains and clouds. The air thin and fresh, much thinner than I was use too. I hear the gate buzz and turn my head, when it opens, I gasp. His home, his mansion, is so modern and breathtaking. It's in the shape of a modern castle, and covered in large rectangular windows. Large stone bricks made up the structure. They are a honey brown color. Vincent walks ahead of us. He sets our bags at the door, then he pulls out a key, unlocking the front double doors. I try to peek inside, but I am unsuccessful in my attempt. Samuel puts his arm me as we walk up the circle drive. We walk up the steps, I see lights flicker on inside, I see a large shandler shine brightly above the front door before we enter. Once I step beyond the threshold, a sweet smell greets me, i blink, taking in my surroundings. It is spacious, yet, very quint at the same time. The wildness just inches from the windows. Frist, is the living room. A wrap around couch is in the middle of the living space, it's in a small pit, along with a coffee table. The table is glass, and the legs on it stone. Then a large flat thing is hung on the wall, I wonder for a movement if it is a T.V. Then I look up the living to the dinner area, a long table, with 10 chairs on each side. Then I see only a little bit of the kitchen. Double doors separate the dining area and the kitchen. That is only a little glimpse of his mansion I got.
Samuel takes our bags inside.
"Samuel, you're home is beautiful!" I compliment, wide eyed. I smile at him. He smiles back.
"Thank you deary! But it is yours too." he chirps, then he leans down and kisses my forehead, he walks forward, taking my hand.
"Come with me.." he says, "I want to show you something. I am taken through the dining room, then he takes me down a long hallway, stairs that slight down. Pictures line the hallway, pictures of family, no art work fills the walls. Just a wholesome family, in which now, I am a part of. He takes me to his backyard. My eyes wide with wonderment. A beautiful glass lake was in the center of his backyard, trees reflected in the clear water, a small sand beach surrounded it. The sky reflects in the center of the rippling water. I walk down to the lower part of the long, half circle porch. Samuel follows down the steps, putting his hand on my shoulders as he stops behind me.
"This is all yours." he tells me.
"All mine." I whisper to myself. Samuel slides to the side of me, holding my hand. "So, what do you think?" he asks.
"It's amazing." I tell him, my husband. "So, this where you grew up?" I ask.
"When I was a teenager." He clearifies.
"I see." I say.
We stay quietly staring at the lake.
"Let's go inside." He says, I nod. Once we go inside, he takes our bags up the stairs. We walk up at spiral staircase. Walking down a long and wide hallway. A long window replaces where a wall should be and the forest touches it. I can see birds flying from tree limb to tree limb. The sunlight glinting through the leaves, Making patterns on the floor. I feel as if I am in the forest. Samuel finally reaches a single long, tall, grey door, with a gold handle. He sets our bags down, then opens it. It leads to a master bedroom. There are no walls, aside from a mini hallway leading to the bathroom and closet. All windows, at the mercy of the wilderness. The light through the trees dances on the king bed with white sheets. The room is minimalist. Long, rectangular. The floor is made of dark hardwood.
"This is your room?" I ask.
"Yes." He answers.
"It's so…" I try to think of a response. "Not you." I tell him. He turns to me, blinking.
"Hm?"
"Your room back home, is more, full." i explain.
"That's not me." he explains. "I prefer more minimalist styles." He tells me.
"I see." narrowing my eyes.
I sit on the bed, crossing my ankles. His bed is soft, and the comforter is fluffy. He goes into the closet, and comes out a few minutes later in casual clothes. A white t-shirt, and blue jeans. I have never seen him dress so casual. I give him a confused look.
"What? You don't think i'm going to walk around in suits the whole time i'm here do you?" He ask me. I'm not sure how to answer. I'm not sure if I should tell him I packed only my professional clothes. "Honey?" He presses for an answer.
"I don't know." I say. "I just never seen you like this." I add.
"Do you have any casual clothes?" He asks. I wait a moment before shaking my head.
"Oh dear." He adds. "Well, do fret, i'll have Vincent pick you up some things." He tells me before joining to sit with me on the bed. I am wearing a double breasted murve suit. With brown shoes.
"You're a small correct?" He asks, I nod. I lay down on his- our bed. Strange, I don't feel married at all. Nothing has changed inside of me. Sam lays down next to me. His fingers playing with the tips of my hair. He smiles.
"Are you tired?" He asks, chuckling.
"Sort of, I know I rested on the plane but I don't feel like it really matters."
"Do you want to take a nap?" He asks. I close my eyes.
"That sounds nice." I say in a small voice. I didn't realize how tired I really am.
"Then, when you wake up, I'll something planned for us." He leans over and kisses me. I slowly drift off into a twilight state of sleep, coming in and out of consciousness. When I finally wake, I am tangled in the fluffy white sheets. I stretch, and I realize I am not in my clothes I was in before, I am just wearing my button up, with my pants. Samuel must have undressed me. I sit up. The sunlight through the trees is a dark amber colour. Must be later in the afternoon, I get up and go to the bathroom. It's spacious, gold and black, with white marble floors. I see my reflexion in the floor. I look up, the ceiling is made of glass. I have never felt so exposed. I see the closet doors slightly ajar, and walk past the open shower. No walls, not sliding door, no curtain. Just an open tile floor, and a removable shower head. Hm. I go into the closet, a long hallway, filled with shoes. Men's and women's. I assume they use to be Victoria's. I am not upset by this. He hadn't been here since last year, and he no idea he was going to be married. There is a door slightly open at the end of the hall, I peek through, I see my husband, naked. My eyes go wide. This isn't exactly how I imagined my first time seeing him naked would go.
"Samuel." My voice, quiet. I gaze upon the sliver of his body I could see. His muscles, oh god, and his skin. If he wasn't human, I would think he was made of marble. I see him stand up straight, and he puts on a pair of pants quickly.
"Yes, dear, come in." he says.
I step inside, and give him a gentle smile. "Changing already?" I tease. He laughs.
"Well, I thought I might change, since I want to take you into town tonight." He explains.
"Where are we going?" I ask.
"There is band playing, at this little bar in town, it's very quaint." He tells me. I nod.
"I see." I walk to him. I look around the closet, men's and women's clothes. I walk over to a colourful dress, I lift up the hem of the dress. "Are these Victoria's?" I ask, gesturing to the women's clothing.
"Yes." Samuel says, "If it makes you uncomfortable, I can get rid of them."
I shake my head, "No." I say, "Does it make you uncomfortable?" I ask, cocking my head, letting go of my dress. He sighs, eyeing me, his breath shaking, he approaching me, taking my hands.
"No, no, It's just.." he pauses. "I don't want to think I am replacing her with you." He says. I sigh, but I smile.
"I don't feel that way." I explain. "I have never felt that way."
He strokes my cheek, and I put my hands around his waist. "Okay, good." He says, kissing my forehead. "Now,, i'm going to get dressed." he tells me, letting me go, slightly turning around, but I do not budge.
"What I can't see you get dressed?" I ask, playfully, but I am very curious, I have yet to see what lies below my husband's belt. I want to see.
"Uh, I, well." he chuckles, scratching the back of his head, his tongue clicks on the roof of his mouth. "I suppose, you could." he nods. His cheeks flush. "Don't you want to wait for that?" he asks.
I sigh, maybe he is right. "I'll undress if it makes you more comfortable." I say, smiling reassuringly.
"Oh?" he tilts his head, his flush cheeks gone. My heart races. "Well, I won't look if you don't."
I nod. And I slowly take off my shirt, and pants, keeping my eyes on his eyes, he takes off his pants. He does not divert from my gaze. I feel exposed, I feel at his will, if he made the first move, I wouldn't stop him. "Can I look?" I ask. He swallows.
"Yes, you may."
My eyes drift downward. "Oh." I gasp, my eyes wide. "Oh, Oh my." I put my hand to my chest. "That's a bit…" I try to find the words. "Scary?"
"Scary?" He ask, "What?" He seems a little worried.
"Well, no, just." I pause. "Overwhelming?"
"So It's overwhelming?" he asks.
"Yes," I nod, confident in my answer. I see him crack a grin.
"Wel, I promise I'll be gentle." he grins. I feel the heat rise in my cheeks. I slowly begin to remove my bra, my breath shaking, I let it fall to the floor. His eyes, look down at my bare breasts, and I see longing consume his eyes.
"You're beautiful." He remarks. "Can I.." he trails off, taking a step forward.
"You may." I nod. I brace myself for his touch but it does not come, instead he wraps his arms around me, our heartbeats loud. He holds me tightly. And I hold him tightly as well. His warm skin, smooth and firm underneath my hands. It feels wonderful to finally feel him this way. My chest touching his, and I feel his manhood against my leg. It makes me jolt a little. He just holds me tighter for a few moments longer before letting me go.
"Did you like that?" He asks, looking down at me, smiling. I nod, smiling back.
"Good." He kisses my forehead. I close my eyes for a brief moment, taking in his scent. He turns away from me, and goes to look through his clothes. I watch him get dressed. Black slacks, and a striped, casual button up. He didn't button up all the way. I lean on the doorway, my arms crossed.
"While you were asleep, Vincent got you something." he says, turning to me, I still being naked, perked up.
"Did he?" I ask.
"Yes," he answers, "i'll show you, stay here." he says. He leaves the room, the comes back with a bag that says "Marc Jacobs' on it. He hands me the bag, and I sit it on the closet floor, and I pull out a silky dress. It's a rich, dark green color, modest, above the knee. A very classy look. But it does not look like something I could wear out in public. I give samuel a worried look. He frowns, "What's wrong?" he says, "you don't like it?" He asks.
"Well, I'm not sure I can be caught out in public in this." I say, "it's very beautiful, but I don't think I show that much skin without being looked at." I explain myself.
He begins to smile, then he laughs.
"What's so funny?" I ask, a little offended.
"Integra, honey." he puts his hands on my shoulder, "This isn't work, you can wear what you want, you don't have to worry about keeping up appearances, this is our honeymoon, let your hair down for once."
I blink. Rolling over his words. He is right. This isn't work, this isn't like back home. No one knew who I was here, I didn't have to fight to keep my power here. I could be, free. Not a knight, not a vampire Killer. Just an average, newly married woman, enjoying her honeymoon. I finger the dress, then put it on.
"That's my girl!" Samuel claps.
Later that evening, we go into the big garage attached to the house. Four cars line up. One a 1999 audi a8, then a silver 1997 audi cabriolet. I wasn't sure what the other two cars were, I am even surprised I knew what the first two are. He goes to the little key holder, pulls out a pair of keys, we take the cabriolet. The roof down, the hot summer night air blowing through my long hair. I wearing black heels. They weren't something I brought, but vincent bought. I wobble in them. This is the first time I wore heels, I didn't even wear heels at my own wedding.
We drive into town, down hill. Driving to a strip of shops, and cars, loud music playing, filling the night air. Hundreds of people, walk the streets. We park on the side, next to the sidewalk. Samuel opens the door for me, I take his hand, and I get out of the car. He shuts the door behind me. We walk down the sidewalk in the direction of the music. People calling Sam's name waving at him, and giving me curious looks. We head to a big bar called "Dirtys". We enter the bar, music pounded in my ear drum. It's a spacious bar. The smell of alcohol and food fills the air. It's made of dark wood and exposed brick.
"Hey hey!" I hear some say. "Sam!" I turn to the voice. Sam smiles brightly.
"Hey!" he smiles at an older gentlemen. They shake hands then hug.
"How you've been?" The man asks.
"I've been good." Sam says, then he perks up. "Harold, this is my wife, Integra." He introduces me. I perk up.
"Hello." I shake the man's hand.
"Hello, i'm harold, the mayor." he says. I chuckle. A mayor at a local bar? How rual. I let go of the man's rough hand.
"Well well," Harold 'the mayor' says, "You are a very beautiful woman." He compliments me.
"Thank you." I smile.
"She is, isn't she?" Samuel wraps his arm around my shoulders, squeezing it.
"So how did you two meet?" He asks us. Samuel speaks first.
"We met at a ball." he speaks over the loud music.
"Oh, fancy." He says, "Well, i'll talk to you two later, I gotta go." he says. "It was nice meeting you Integra." he smiles at me. I smile back.
"Nice meeting you too." I say before he walks away. Once he is out of ear shot, I turn to sam.
"You didn't tell me you were friends the the mayor." I say. He grins.
"Like I said, I put a lot of money into this town, you get to know people that way." he explains himself.
"Sure sure." I say, agreeing. He takes me by the hand, and gestures toward the music. I follow outside, to a little deck, above the live band playing. They sounded all right. A woman sang a high pitched tune while the band plays their hearts out. Sam takes me by the hands, and looks into my eyes.
"Care to dance?" he asks me.
"I'd love too."
Once we make back to his place, I am considerably bubbly. Too many glasses of wine, but I am still fully functioning, fully aware of my decisions and actions, I suppose it was only two glasses. Samuel seems a little bubbly himself. We go back into the house, I take off my shoes. He does the same, He takes me to little deck area attached to the dining area, with a wicker furniture. We sit down on the couch, the sound of chirping insects could be hear from the lake. He kisses me softly. I look down at the table in front of, two champagne glasses, and a bottle of champagne.
"Oh, what's this?" I ask, chuckling.
"It's champagne," he says, "I had Vincent set it out for us for when we got back." He explains, opening the bottle. He pours me a glass, then himself, he lifts up the glass.
"Cheers?"
"Cheers."
We clink our glasses together. We both take a sip, then set our glasses down. I kiss him, and he kisses me back tenderly. His hands on my jaw, he pulls away.
"I love you." he tells me softly.
I wake the next morning, dull throb between my legs. Samuel and I, naked, our bodies tangled together in a reminder of a night of passionate love making. I feel so strange. My body feels different, as if it is no longer tied down to some made up virtue. I could now be free with my body, I could be a free, sexually mature woman. I kiss Sam on the temple, he is still asleep. A dull and low snore escapes his lips. I smile at him. No man on earth could beat him, my want for him, love for him. He looks so peaceful as he sleeps. I move a piece of hair out of his face. I sit up, I try to stand, but the pain between my legs throbs as I move, putting on my dress from last night. I cover up Samuel with a throw blanket before going into the kitchen.
The kitchen is made of white marble, and the long island is filled with tons of breakfast food. The early morning sunlight reflecting on white marble kitchen, blinding me. I find a pair of shades, I put them on, that's better. I take a small plate, a put a couple of pancakes on it, putting syrup all over them. I sit at the island. Eating them quietly. I hear footsteps. I look up to find my husband, hungover, smiling at me. He hands me a glass of water.
"Drink this." he says. "You'll feel better."
I do as instructed, I look up at him, trying to smile. He strokes my cheek.
"I hope last night wasn't-" he begins to speak.
"It was perfect." I say, "Not exactly how I pictured my first time. But it was with you." I lean into his chest on the chair. He holds me tightly.
"I can make it up to you." He tells me.
"Repeat tonight?" I ask.
"If that's what you wish."