Chapter 15: Rude Awakening

'Boring. So very boring', she turned to her other side to find another comfortable position but found herself still uncomfortable. Inside this space she couldn't tell what was what, so when she moved what she thought was her arm she actually moved her partially fleshed leg. The shadows pooling around near the bottom and parting way for the other partially fleshed out materials of her body. There was always the sound of flapping feathers and the soft hiss of snakes in the space. She felt like as if there was something missing from her life, she was often bordering between what made her human and what made her a monster. When she was in her urn she was a monster, a hideous self-loathing monster. But when she was outside talking with humans and interacting with other beings she felt human. She was often torn between the two sides.

She enjoyed the company of others but she would always outlive them, and she disliked the notion of having to kill the innocent to live. She had killed the innocent before, but that was during the days where the innocent was easily tainted and there were no fine boundaries of what made a human a monster or what made a monster a human. She was also still very young and rash, it wouldn't come until around about when she was five hundred did she appreciate human life and the life surrounding her a daily basis. But that wasn't to say that she still didn't despise humans at some points.

She was growing bored of living she finally concluded, she was bored having to play charades with her wretched self and she was bored having to maintain this façade of happiness when she was truly slowly dying on the inside. But then she slowly wondered about her dear little prince, yes that idiot. Was he growing bored as well? No, he was different from her, she was a coward. She didn't want to see the things in front of her, but rather she ran away. She drowned herself in books and travelled the world in order to run away from the fear of not being able to feel 'free'. It was a strange idea, but she often felt chained to something. She didn't know what it was, was it her demons? Her humanity? Or was it her own pitilessness upon herself.

'I fear boredom is soon to consume me', she mumbled quietly as she curled into a tight ball. She felt something slide down her face, was it tears? But why was she crying? Oh she did sorely miss the world before it became what it is now. It was so much simpler back then, of course it wasn't to say there was political strife and war and endless death. But she did miss where people were just naturally more simple and didn't have grandeurs thoughts. And she missed her husband and son. They were dead, no doubt about that. What saddened her most was it was she who was meant to grow old and die, not the other way around. Where her son grew old and die, and she stayed eternally young and beautiful. At this rate she was to outlive her entire family line. And she was the start of it.

'You chose this, the outside world is not the same anymore', a voice chimed in. There was a murmuring of voices in agreement.

'Are you not to blame as well. We have done nothing for one hundred years.

'We long to fight, to fly among the birds. To taste the air, to feel the wind past our skin.

'Seventy years we have slept'.

'We are bound to you. and you do nothing'.

'We are bored'.

'Something will happen'.

'Awake Master, we are hungry'.

There were swarming voices overwhelming her thoughts, they continued to crow and wail in anger and pain. She curled intoa tighter ball, self-loathing was twisting her insides. She beat her head as she tried to make the voices stop. She didn't want to hear it, they were right but she didn't want to hear it. 'Oh be quiet!' She shouted. she gasped. She did it again, she ran from her problems again. More blood seeped from her. The voices stopped as they slowly retreated back into the depths of the darkness and the deep recesses of her mind. They left her alone with only herself and now she felt even more wretched.

'Oh please don't leave me', she murmured quietly, 'I will be so terribly lonely', she was utterly pathetic as she wallowed in her own self-guilt. She had left Vlad to die and yet he didn't. She left him because of her own insecurities. She just didn't know if she could love another man other than her own husband.

She let out a sigh, it had been so long she had ate and she was indeed starving herself. But she was bored now, the outside world bored her. After the Second World War had ended she found herself lost and very much bored, so she decided to sleep. It had been so long though and she rather missed the smell of wind and finally after a long debate she decided to awake. It would make no difference now, she would just watch everything from the shadows once more. She didn't want to known, she was just a minor character. Or what she wanted to believe was. So she decided to believe, that the world still had something to offer. There were always fools in this world, so she prayed that something fun would happen, and break her away from her miserable life.

She was a little worried though because of the small village she chose to hide her urn, it had been so long. She remembered distinctively that she hid herself in a small cellar in the middles of the deep forest woods, near a village which had a odd name. What happened if it changed and was different, it was often the case when she went into long hibernations of sleep. Not to mention she would be very disorientated when she would awake after long hibernations, at least taking her a few hours to rid of the feeling of drowsiness and dizziness and reacquaint herself in the new world, but she decidedly to take the chance.

'Rejoice, I am going to awaken. Rejoice, because I want to change. Rejoice, because I no longer will be running away'.

'We are leaving!'

'Blood! We crave blood!'

Her throat was indeed burning but she didn't want to kill a human so early, not while in this state either when she was not quite in control of her body. She could easily go into a blood rage and totally distinguish all the lives in the small village.

But there was no need, another had already done so.

'Time to leave and see the world', she thought steadily as she took deep breaths. She just hoped that Vlad wouldn't hate her too much for what she did. But then again that man kept grudges until he got compensation, which was usually in blood. She shuddered, she imagined he would most likely tear something off of her, or rip something apart. She corrected herself, he was now Alucard. Yes, the name the humans gave to him. Alucard, she mouthed the name. It felt strange saying a name which was so obviously Dracula backwards.

His gaze sharpening upon the moon, a full and big one this night. The moon was tinted red through his glasses but he knew the colour was white, he could feel raw power coursing through his veins and he knew the moon would soon turn red anyways. It was his beautiful constant companion and much better than his stupid Seras. His traitorous Seras which he would impale when he next see her. But better question would be when. She had disappeared from the face of the earth apparently immediately after world war two and hadn't made a single appearance ever since. It had been around about ten years since he had awoken and there was still no sign of her. In Arthur's diaries it seemed that he didn't know either. She had simple vanished, making Alucard worry for a certain while. What if she had been killed? What if she killed herself? But these were all groundless notions. It was simply impossible to kill her with the Vatican not having enough power to hunt down such an ancient being, and if Seras could kill herself she would've done so years ago.

No she was merely hiding.

"What a beautiful night", he murmured to himself as he continued his way on the gravel path. He could hear the running of men, the sound of tearing flesh and the groaning moans of walking dead. The distant sound of gunfire and as he continued his way the scent of blood intensified, he felt his fangs elongate as the lustful smell. But the smell was tainted by the smell of ghouls, his tongue shirking back in distaste. Everything seemed so dull now, yes these missions gave him some purpose, but it wasn't as fun without Seras here. He missed her, and no matter how much he hated her, he could never ever desire anyone else than her. It was so conflicting and so confusing that he hated these humans feelings. He wanted them gone, but then if they were. What was he? A shell of a monster? Or human without a heart.

"So utterly boring", he drawled, as he strode through the foliage, pinpointing where the priest was. His little of group of ghouls was following their master making it very obvious where he was. His ears twitched towards any sort of sound and found nothing truly out of the ordinary. Just the sound of screams and the sound of tearing flesh and laughter. Nothing truly out of the ordinary.

She collapsed onto the floor as her legs gave out, panting harshly as she tried to clear her reeling mind. The world span around her as her eyes dulled in confusion. "So hungry", she moaned half-heartedly as she tried to pull herself up. Vertigo hitting her hard once again as she crumbled to the floor once more. Her first priority was to try to drag her urn out with her, she sighed heavily at the stairs leading up into the open. "What a pain", she muttered as she bit onto her own tongue in hunger but also to feel the sharp pain. Did she grow so weak over the years? She cursed herself, but then sighed and decided that she needed more patience in her life. She was so old that one would've thought that she mastered that art of patience, but it was far beyond that. The world moved just too slowly for her liking.

Clasping her hands around the rim of her urn she made the slow ascent upwards towards the wooden board, a human would've struggled to even find the stairs but her acute hearing and superior sense of smell compensated for her lack of sight. She tore the wooden board apart and flung her urn onto the soft grass, as she pulled herself onto the soft bed of earth. She was panting, she was terribly starved and her throat was parched. And the distant smell of blood was killing her, her eyes turning red. She was disorientated, she knew where this was but as per usual the scenery had changed and the smell of the air had changed. It smelled dirtier and there was the strong smell of rotting flesh and gunpowder. The two smells she disliked the most. She didn't like guns, she saw them as cheating a real fight and she didn't like the smell of rotting flesh. It reminded her of dead people, well perhaps it technically was.

However smell of the wind was refreshing in contrast to the musty and mite filled cellar of her sleeping place and the cool breeze which swept across her body was calming. Taking a few shaky steps she grasped onto the urn with one hand and dragged it behind her, she was still utterly nude but she didn't know the latest fashion of this age so she would change into something which didn't seem to stick out. After all, all she had on her mind was a Victorian gown and a horrible corset. She shuddered at the thought of wearing a corset and silently hoped that this decades fashion sense was betters than last century's.

She was unconsciously following the smell of blood in her disorientated state of mind, instinct taking over her conscience. Her eyes deepening in red as she mumbled a few words, it practically nonsense what she was saying but it was to distract her mind. She was starved, her thoughts of plagued with the idea of sinking her teeth into something soft. There was the sound of repeated gunfire, machine guns. She flinched at the sound, the sound was too loud for her, she never understood Alucard's fondness for these machines. Or was it because she was too old fashioned? The smell of blood intensified, she sniffed curiously; it was familiar. Her eyes widening as she recalled the scent, him!

Why was he here? In this small village of Cheddar?

"What are you?!" The priest roared out in confusion and fear. His ghouls had hailed enough bullets into his body to make him into a mushy pile of flesh. But what was this?! His body, bats?! He should've died! His body was shaking as one by one his ghouls were disintegrating from being hit by these strange bullets.

"If these bullets been those shoddy little pieces of metal which you used on me", the vampire sneered as his gaze tilted up as he looked down upon the priest, "I would've torn off the head or heart myself", he laughed as he released the empty cartridge, the metal cluttering onto the grass. This was slightly amusing, but not thrilling. No, there hadn't been a decent fight since world war two, these were just the sloppy droppings from that war. He wanted to finish this quickly and head back to his coffin. He was restless, there was this feeling of something was going to happen and he wanted to be prepared.

"You…Why are you doing this…? Why is a vampire helping mortal men?" The priest stuttered out, sweat trailing down his face. He thought he had been invincible, he had power right in his hands, he could command the dead. And yet this man was defying everything he had claimed. They promised him infinite power and eternal life and that no-one would ever be able to defy him. So what was this?!

He paused, why was he helping mortal men? His thoughts immediately drifted towards her, why did she serve him with wholehearted obedience? What did she see in him out of any other more powerful and rich male in the world? He gritted his teeth in anger, and why did she leave him time and time again!?

"I still have too many human reasons…I can't allow punks like you to run amok. I can't allow that. Now die!" As he tilted gun down towards the heart of the priest, the safety clicking back. The priest has one last option, he ran. It didn't matter what happened now, all he wanted now was to live. He had finally attained this unimaginable power and he wasn't going to let it be taken away from him.

His breath haggard as he darted through the trees, his eyes steeling forward as he didn't dare to look behind him, fearing that he might see a devil. He sprinted in such inhuman speed, but in the terms of a vampire he was slow. Alucard hissed in annoyance, "Coward", he muttered as he ran after him, "But not so dumb…" Alucard's vampiric speed made short of the distance between the two men. It wasn't really chase in his eyes, just more like calming midnight stroll through the forest, with a bloodthirsty vampire on the run.

Seras made her way slowly across the woods and grass fields, there was much less trees then she had remembered. She placed her palm against the bark of the tree, slowly sucking out the energy from the wood. The leaves turning an ashen brown colour before the tree withered, bent and snapped at places. And finally the tree died. The energy was enough to keep some of her hunger on bay but not all of it. She was humming lightly to distract herself, she looked to her left as she heard running of two people. One running away and one running after. Her eyes gaze sharpening onto the two moving figures, both were moving at lightning speeds. 'Alucard?' She thought in surprise and in confusion, she was distracted and didn't realise just how close they were to her.

Suddenly from the dense of the trees, the priest shot out, a mere blur as he suddenly skidded across the ground to a halt as he caught his eyes on a female. Seras's hair flailing widely in the wind which whooshed by, a burst of leaves came flying to her as she closed her eyes instinctively. She coughed a little as she fanned the air around her which had dirt particles floating around.

"What in the world…?" She muttered in confusion. She abruptly sneezed, "Bloody hell", as she coughed. She turned to face the vampire which just flew past her, her throat suddenly throbbed in pain. The scent of blood on him sent her nerves haywire, her eyes glowing even brighter. The priest whose adrenaline was pumping through his veins didn't take notice of this and made a grab for her, naively thinking that she was human. He didn't even take the time to even think about why there was a seemingly naked woman strolling around the woods by herself dragging behind her a huge urn. Seras yelped out in surprise, what the hell was going on?

Alucard shot out from the trees with his gun perfectly aimed at the priests head but suddenly his aim faltered. His eyes widening in shock and surprise. Seras?!

The priest pulled Seras into a choking hold, with one hand on her neck ready to snap it in half and another on her breasts. Seras had a dazed look on her face as she stood still with a rather airy eyes as her mind was concentrating on the blood rushing through the priest's neck. Her eyes going hazy and red. Her fangs elongating and her heart was palpitating loudly, "Blood…" She murmured softly. She was going crazy, she was literally grinding her teeth together in pain, she wanted to tear this man's throat out and drain him dry. All of that sweet red liquid would be all hers, but then suddenly she scrunched up her nose. There was this artificial smell wafting off of him, suddenly making him less appetising.

"Don't even move vampire hunter! She's a human! You want her to live, right? I'm not asking for much…just let me get out of here alive! I'll go wherever you want!" The priest tried bargaining, he was desperate. Even if he didn't accept his offer he could fling the girl at him to buy him a few couple seconds.

"Fancy seeing you here Seras", Alucard said softly as his gaze softened at the sight of her. But his glasses covered his eyes, so she could not see. His eyes narrowing at the forgotten urn and her nude form, it was clear what she was doing here. "Is this where you hid yourself for seventy years?" He scoffed as he felt anger bubble in him, an irrational and impulsive anger which consumed his thoughts. How dare she leave him to rot all those decades ago and go into hiding! She left him when he most needed her and when he had no-one! She lied to him and now here she was in some godforsaken part of England looking like as she was having some sort of picnic. He snarled, wanting his claws to tear through her lithe and petite body. His eyes narrowing onto the hand squeezing onto her breast, he felt his anger tittering his conscience the edge. He was so very close to tearing her and the priest both apart.

She lazily turned her gaze to Alucard, her eyes glowing brightly in hunger and amusement. Her hunger momentarily forgotten as she leaned forward slightly despite the hand grasped around her throat. "Ha, it is you! How have you been, lovely sporting glasses", she cheerily said as she smiled, laughing softly. She was happy to see him, it was a familiar face but then her happiness suddenly faded. There was anger, her smile drooped as she awkwardly laughed. It was no laughing matter because she just knew that she wasn't going to get out of here in once piece.

"What the fuck?!" As the priest finally took notice of her eyes, Seras continued to smile. "What the fuck is this?!" The priest gasped out in horror, what was this? Who were these people?

Seras smile contorted into a snarl, "Yes. I am a human aren't I? So mister vampire won't you so be kind to me and suck my blood", she cooed as her hand cupped his cheek and gently stroked his skin, "Or does my blood not please you?" She bit onto her tongue once again letting the blood dribble down from her mouth. It was just a slightest amount of blood but it was the strongest and the oldest in the world, just a small drop was enough to send the priest into a wanton mess. She wanted information, so she was going to take his blood, take his memories and take her strength back. And be on her merry way. Yes, she was going to run away again, but temporarily because she didn't quite want to feel Alucard's heated anger. She would come back when his anger had simmered down a little.

The smell was intoxicating and it was like nothing he had ever smelt before, filled with so much power. The priest threw all sense out of the window as he violently pulled her even closer as his fangs elongated and just as he was about to sink his fangs into her soft flesh there was this searing pain both running through them. The sound of the gun echoing through the desolate landscape, Seras spluttered out blood from her mouth as she looked down. A huge jagged hole in her body, the wound already pouring out pints of blood. 'That wasn't so bad', she thought, 'Just a bullet through my liver, and right through me back', she thought dryly.

Alucard dashed past Seras who was still in a confused daze, his arm outstretched and his had angling into a blade like shape. "Get lost priest!" He laughed as his hand plunged into the priest's chest cavity, his hand tearing through the flesh and grabbing onto the cold still heart and grappling it out with monstrous strength. "Hahahaha!" He was laughing so gleefully as he took the full pleasure of pulling this priest's heart out. The vampire disintegrated from the loss of his heart. He had so much reason to kill this vampire, first it was his mission to do so, second his Master would be angry, third he lay his hands on his former servant and lastly but most importantly, the priest was just about to drink her blood.

He wasn't going to let this scum taste her blood when he hadn't even after four hundred years of knowing her, no he wouldn't allow that. He gasped out as he inhaled the sweet and intoxicating scent of blood, he peered down at Seras who was laying down on the ground with blood pooling around her. He knelt down beside her as he grinned mischievously as he gazed on her bleeding form.

"I put all most of my hate into that bullet, I'll have you know", Alucard grinned as he took a closer look at the wound. The flesh was starting to close up from the insides first rather than the outside, but it was much too slow. Seras was lacking the blood to heal such a wound. "But I am considering us even", Alucard chuckled in downright dark humour. She looked so utterly pathetic and helpless that it made Alucard's inner self croon in delight. Why did he never do this before, he should've just broken her leg or torm out her stomach or something along those lines. And then he could've gotten her so easily.

Was she angry? Yes very, so much so that she wanted to rip his head off and tear out his ribs and shove them up his ass one by one. Was it called for? Yes, very much so, considering what she did one hundred years ago. Seras coughed out some blood, her eyes blinking slowly as she gazed up at him. Using the last of her strength she spoke, "Listen here…you cock-wit of a vampire", she gasped, "You dare bite me…and I will euthanize you. Permanently", she hissed out. Alucard's grin widened even further, threatening to tear his face in half. This was utterly amusing for him to watch, it was always her who had the upper hand, but seeing her lying in a pool of her own blood and swearing at him made her look even more vulnerable. And the fiery rage she had within her still hadn't be extinguished after all these years, in fact it probably got even bigger.

"I wonder who is in the upper hand right now?" As he gently cradled her in his chest, his familiars grabbing her urn as he stood up. He leaned in to give her chaste kiss on her lips, the sampling of blood he got from her was already overwhelming. But it wasn't enough, he wanted more. This blood wine which has been aged over one thousand years and touched by no mortal or immortal. He wanted the blood which was slowly dripping out of her, what a waste he thought sadly. His familiars coming up to the pool of blood and greedily lapped up the blood, letting no drop of blood going to waste.

"When…I wake up…I'm going…to skewer you…" Seras mumbled as her eyes closed once more. 'What a horrible awakening', she thought dully, 'I should've stayed asleep. Curse my inability to be patient'.

Alucard smiled as he held her close, the chase was over. Four hundred years and finally he had caught her, and this time he would bind her to him forever. No matter what it took and no matter how many spells he had to break. He looked up once more at the moon, it was stained red from the throbbing power around him. "It is truly a beautiful night", he laughed. Game over Seras.

Was meant to post yesterday but I didn't realise I had to go to work, thought that I had the day off. All my tests are over, I'm not an academically achieving person. English is of course one of the few subjects I like and I'm good at. Then there's visual arts, and history. Which reminds me, I have an Instagram account. I only post drawings there haha... I'll leave it in the reviews.

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