"Hello Samuel," I say to my husband. I lay on our bed, in a night gown I had not worn in many years, it still fit. I see Samuel smile.
"Hello beautiful." He greets me, and really minding my state of dress, his eyes on my face instead. I see he has something behind his back. I perk up.
He approaches me.
"What's that?" I point.
"Oh, this?" He says, he pulls a little box from behind him. A little bow on top, I purse my lips. I extend my arm out for his little gift. I grab it, grasping the tiny gently in my fingertips.
"Open it." he smiles, sitting down next to me. I open the top of the box, in it, a small ring. It's beautiful, it matches the silver band around my ring finger. He gestures for me to put it on. I do so. It clicks right into my wedding ring, I look up at him.
"Samuel, it's gorgeous." I say, smiling. He smiles back at me. "Thank you!"
"It's no problem, my love." He says, "You deserve it." He kisses my forehead. I blush, he pulls away, and examines my state of dress. He raises his eyebrow.
"What's this?" he asks.
"My nightgown." I say. Grining.
"I've never seen you in this before." he says, putting his hands on my hip.
"I'm feeling a bit romantic tonight." I chuckle.
"You feel romantic almost every night." He states. "And I think I'm getting worn out." he admits to me.
My jaw drops. "I'm sorry." I say, my voice quiet. "I didn't realize I was being so- so." He waves his hand to cut me off. He gives me a gentle grin.
"It's okay, i'll gladly give in to your every whim once i'm rested." He says. "You forget, i'm an old man." He jokes.
"Am I too young for you?" I laugh.
"Maybe for my loins." he cracks up. I laugh as well. I kiss him gently. We both lay down, wrapped in each other's arms.
I wake in the middle of the night. My husband lay, his back to me as he sleeps. I sit up, disoriented. My eyes adjusting to the darkness that consumed my bedroom. I blink, then turn to Samuel, I put my hand on his back, rubbing it up and down. He makes a small groan, before stirring in his sleep. I try to lay back down, trying to sleep, but I could not manage to close my eyes for more than five minutes. Maybe it was the extra tea before bed. I sit up again. Maybe it's the lack of sex. My body craved it so, maybe I am spoiled to it.
I ponder for a moment if I want your company. Maybe your company would be a distraction. I get up from my marriage bed, only to go down into a basement. Walking down the stairs.
'Alucard.' I call for you. You do not answer. 'Alucard.' Still no answer. That's strange.
I did not find you in your chair, so I go to your coffin. I knock on it. I hear you stir, your hand pokes out of your coffin.
"You're asleep at a strange hour." I say.
"I haven't eaten in a while." You state, your voice, seeming annoyed at my presence. "What is it master?" You yawn.
"I'm bored."
"That's weird. Usually I come and bother you when i'm bored." You emerge from your coffin, eyeing my attire. "What are you wearing?" You ask.
"What I damn well please." I answer you.
"I guess that's a good answer." You scratch your jaw. You lean in, admiring me.
"Hello." I say, after a long pause. I wonder why I even came down here, to have the temptation.
"Hello, my master." you grin. "I must say you look you very nice, you should wear things like that more often." you suggest.
"You really think so?" I ask, raising my eyebrow. "Well, I regret to inform you that it won't be for your pleasure." I narrow my eyes.
"But may I gaze?"
"You may gaze, but you may never touch." I say, leaning in, my elbow on your coffin. You seem to stiffen at my intrusion of your space. I back off slightly.
"Don't tempt me, my master, don't you know waving a treat in a dog's face is cruel?" You say to me, your voice low.
"So, are you saying i'm a cruel pet owner?" I lean in closer. I hear your voice shake. I lean in closer.
What the hell am I doing?
"Yes, I am, you are a cruel master." You admit to me, continuing to back away. "Master, don't, I don't want to hurt you."
"You won't." I sneer.
"I will." You hiss. "Master, you are playing with fire." You growl.
"You won't hurt me, you can't hurt me." I get on my knees, leaning in, our faces close.
"Master, don't make me do it."
"Do what?" I ask.
You look down. Your face covered by your thick, black hair. Your eyes glow. "Hurt you." you say in a low growl. I move away, finally getting the message. But, a whine comes from your throat as I do so. I see you frown.
"You are confusing." I roll my eyes.
"Well, you make me the monster I am, what do you expect, you are the reason I am here now. You are reason walk among the living."
"No, I don't. You did that a long time ago." I say. "I just use it. And that's why you are here." I reach out and touching your chest, hollow, empty, no warmth, no heartbeat. No real life underneath your pale fasade. Yet, you are still beautiful in my eyes. But I guess that is me seeing a vampire through human eyes. Vampires are beautiful to humans, Tantalizing, mesmerizing, it's how vampires get their victims, through beautiful and grace.
"I guess you're right." You sigh, "That's all i'm good for." Your hand cups mine, keeping it there. "Are you trying to look for something that isn't there?"
"I think so." I say, "it's a shame." I take my hand off your chest. You frown. "Alucard." I say softly, you perk up.
"Yeah?"
"Did I ever tell you how beautiful you are?" I ask. Your eyes soften, you smile.
"Yes, every night. In the attic." You say, "You said that every night, and you told me how much you loved your servant."
"It was us against the world." I say, smiling.
"Yes, it was."
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I wake up in your coffin, I yawn, stretching. It has been over two years since I had woken up in your coffin. Only difference, you aren't with me. I move the lid off you coffin, poking my head up, you're sleeping in a small wooden chair, it's almost comical. Your arms folded, your chin tucked, you hat covering your face. I get up, then I lean down. Kissing your cheek before going back upstairs. It's still early in the morning, the sun wasn't even out yet. I go to my bedroom. Samuel wasn't in bed. I furrow my brow. I go into the bathroom, he's showering. I take off my gown. I slide the shower door open, he turns around, smiling brightly.
"There you are!" he smiles at me. "I thought you were already up." he turns back around, washing his hair. I feel no guilt for sleeping in your coffin. Nothing happened, I got tired, and you offered, no touching, no kissing. Nothing. Just my bodyguard, offering his queen his bed.
Sam lets me get under the shower head. My hair flattened underneath the water. Sam washes my hair for me.
We get ready together, and afterward he goes to his office, I go to Connie's room, waking her up for her her tutoring. We sit at the breakfast table, today's lesson is in reading. We finish around 9am. And Vincent comes over and takes her to Samuel's mansion across town.
I go up to my office. Papers stacked up high. Walter stands next to my desk. He then turns to me smiling.
"Good morning, sir." He greets me.
I look at the stack of papers. "What's this?" I gesture.
"Well, do you remember when Alucard-" I cut him off.
"Say no more, property damages?" I ask.
He nods.
"From when?"
"Three years ago." He answers. I roll my eyes.
"I see," I sit down at my desk. "Three years ago? And they are just now getting to us?" I ask.
"It sure seems that way."
This isn't the first time this happened, and it certain won't be the last. I will always pay for your damages, Alucard.
I write out a check.
Around 1:30, Samuel comes into my office, smiling brightly.
"Well, you are in a good mood." I say. He nods.
"I just got a phone call, you know that two month business trip I was telling you about?" he asks.
"Yes." I raise my brow.
"Well, it's cancelled." He comes up to my desk. I don't smile.
"But isn't important?" I ask. His smile disappears.
"I thought you would be happy." he says, leaning back.
"Yeah, I am." I look to the left. "But," I look back up, "Isn't it better to get it over with now?" I ask.
"Well yes, but I do not control congress." he tells me.
"I see."
"You seem angry." he says.
"I'm not, just slightly annoyed." I say, leaning on my elbow.
"At me?" He asks, worried.
"No, Alucard." I answer, he nods, stiffening.
For a moment, I want to tell him where I was this morning.
"Samuel, I was with Alucard this morning." I blust out, looking off in the corner of the room. "I was with him the whole night." he seems taken aback by this.
"Is that so?" He leans back down. "What were you doing?" he asks.
"Nothing." I shrug. "We just talked, I couldn't sleep."
"I suppose that's all right." He says caually. I feel a twinge, something snap in my brain, anger fills my chest and head.
"What did you say?" I hiss. His eyes widen. He backs off. "You don't suppose anything, you don't get to tell me when or where I can spend time with my servant, he is mine!"
"Integra I didn't mean to-"
"I don't care!" I yell, standing up looking into my husband's eyes.
"In-integra.." he seems horrifyed. Oh, oh no. What have done? All the anger dispates.
"I'm sorry." I mouth. He backs away from me.
"I'm leaving, for the night." he says. "I'll see you tommorrow." He leaves my office, leaving me alone with my thoughts. Guilt consumes me. Why did I do that? Why did I have to do that? I try to call his masnion. No answer. I sigh, leaning back in my chair, rubbing my face in frustaion. Feeling the conequences of my own stupidity. I try calling again a half an hour later, still no answer. I get up, walk around, trying to stop the thoughts from filling me with guilt.
"Integra." I hear your voice. I look up, tempation fills me. Now, I realize, Samuel is the stupid one.