Chapter 19: The Wheels Turn
He was magnificent, she had always known that. She was not to deny that, he was a man that every woman would dream of at least once in their life. He was the epitome of the perfect being, arrogance and pride was the only thing clouding his almost perfection. Even when he was alive he was such a man that no gentleman or lady could deny. So now as a monster he was more or less no different. The only thing different was that he was drenched in blood and there was pungent smell of death which clung to his very bone.
He was laughing, the monster was laughing was gleefully as his familiars danced around. Not a single trace of any previous wounds appeared on his body, his clothes reformed, hideously black and red. And yet Seras could think of him as a magnificent beast, roaring in all his glory. Something burned inside of her which made yearn for him, for some sort of acceptance for despite fully knowing that it was only she who could move his heart. But there was a terribly and selfish beast within which she had locked away which wanted him for herself. It throbbed and clashed and drummed, her heart which was so dead and cold before was now alive and jumping.
Without her consent, the heart which had been frozen for so long had begun to beat for another man. It was not for her husband or for her child, no her cold heart had begun to beat for him. The child she had taken care of for so long, was now the man, monster, beast, King before her. The bats fluttered around her as she stood still, the hounds howled, the centipedes crawled and there he stood in front of her in his past glory. A triumphant grin plastered on his face as the holy charms scattered across the halls as the paladin disappeared leaving a foul smell of Holy Water. He stared at her intently, as if seeking her approval, something that made all his efforts worth it. It was as if he was proving himself to her, that he was a man worth of being next to her.
Something crowed inside of her, something that made her heart tingle and jump, her skin crawled at the strange feeling. She was feeling a sensation she had thought she had lost so long ago. Love. Or perhaps a variation of it, but some reason she could not look him in the eye anymore and left, disappearing in a haze of smoke. Heading back for the estate, hoping that she could sleep away her troubles. Knowing fully that it would resolve nothing. His eyes followed her, his neck tingling as the shock of feeling his head come off was still there. He was smiling, but this time his smile was different. It was neither for manic reasons or for the pure enjoyment of some else's pain or suffering. He was smiling because Seras had inadvertently acknowledged him as a man, but not just a man, but the King of her heart.
Integra has seen it, Seras somewhat bedazzled expression when she saw Alucard transform, her eyes which were smitten and then she saw Alucard's lust filled eyes which were clouded with endearment. It was a strange mixture of want and desire to serve. But now Integra was slowly seeing the interactions, her eyes averted looking away letting out a forlorn sigh. Was she jealous of such an interaction of desire and affection?
She was not so sure of it, but she knew that she was certainly jealous of something. Was it perhaps her veiled endearment for Alucard who had been by her side most of her life, and the fact she did not want him to be stolen away from him? She furrowed her eyebrows. She didn't want that, she didn't want to be chained down by a man, love, pleasantries and the idea of being married. She would cast it away if she must, she would remain a maiden for the rest of her life if she must.
"Return to the estate, remain in your basement so I can sort out this problematic situation out in peace", she said. Her eyes cautiously peeking up to catch Alucard's expression. His eyes were cast off into the horizon, he was catching a distant memory which played on around in his mind. The souls were restless and noisy, but he drowned them out well enough.
Bowing down, crossing his arm over his chest he mocked a smile, "Yes my Master", he voice purred as he stared right at Integra. His sharp red eyes piercing into her icy blue eyes. She felt naked underneath his intense gaze, always making her feel so vulnerable, like she was being hunted by a predator. She hated how he made her feel like a mere female beneath his feet. She hated the very idea but she could not relenquish the feeling.
He disappeared the next moment after, his shadowy form chasing after Seras.
She was pacing around the basement, distress marring her face, she continued pacing around faster and faster and soon without realising it she was no longer pacing around but rather floating in midair, zipping around the ceilings. Alucard looked up in bemusement, she hadn't even regarded his presence at all but rather purposely ignoring him. He sat down on his lone throne, grabbing a glass for his wine.
"Seras. Come sit with me", he called. Holding out a glass for her, his red eyes squinting slightly through the darkness. The drapes hung around carelessly were shifting in colour, the mahogany colour in which they once beheld became a dazzling gold, piercing the darkness in its yellow radiance. The brilliance seemed to shy away the former gloom and doom of the basement, making it likewise more a suitable place to live. She pulled away from the shadows as she gazed at Alucard, her expression filled with suspicion and caution as she slowly edged away from the walls. Her robes pulling from the cool stone, falling by her feet as she sat on the floor, purposely ignoring his offer for her to sit on his lap. Taking the glass from his hand and sipping quietly.
"I have a slight predicament", she said, her brows furrowed as she concentrated on the wine. Gazing at her reflection, as if mirroring her distress the reflection rippled, distorting the image. Her lips thinning a little.
Alucard lifted a brow as he leaned forward so he could see her better. She was indeed in quite a predicament, a sly grin spread across his face, baring his white teeth as he set aside his glass. "Oh my? And what predicament are you in Seras? You must tell me in order to help you", his voice was mellow in the beginning but was slowly drawn out towards the end, with a slight raspy emphasis on certain words. She stiffened instinctively as her shoulders hunched in as she edged away from him.
She didn't dare look up. He was playing his little games and she decided for sure that she was not going to be a contestant for his entertainment. Her glass now forgotten she promptly got up and slinked away from him, her bed was just several metres away so once she reached there she would be declared safe; maybe.
"You're denying it", he called out, his voice deathly calm and cold. His words froze her steps as she turned her gaze towards him. He was slouched in his chair, his feet as usual sprawled out and his long legs straight. "You felt it, and you deny yourself the urges you've had. Do not fool yourself. You know that better than anyone else, and I am one for sure that understands you better than anyone else in this entire world. Unless you can find someone who had managed to live as long as I have and still managed to keep association with you", he said with a slight smirk, his lips taunt to one side as his razor teeth showing itself. He held out his arms for her, beckoning for her to come closer to him. He long ago tried not to touch her, thinking that's his darkness would taint her light, but he realised the light within her was untaintable and almost untouchable.
So now he would never hold back anymore, still holding out his arms his smile grew wider as she reluctantly edged closer to him. Slowly but surely she made her way towards him and finally she crawled into his laps, letting his cage like arms wrap her in a tight hold. His chest rumbled in content, basking in her warmth and her attention towards him. She had obeyed him, yes, she was still his servant and his alone. This was undoubtably true. Her heart was slowly yearning for his and soon he was erase the man within her heart, only allowing his own presence within her.
He would not relenquish his hold on her. He wanted her in every way possible and despite knowing that was impossible he knew something as close to that would be satisfactory for now. Her consent to be his wife, mate, queen; everything he gave she would give in return.
He brushed away the flayed out hair, exposing her pale neck, tender flesh and pulsing veins his teeth slowly elongated and he viciously sunk his teeth into her flesh, her skin giving away like soft butter. Letting the sweet ambrosia drown his every sense as he felt her hold on his tighten, a slight gasp drifted from her mouth. He could feel the rush of blood coming up from her neck as he took longer sips, drawing out every single sensation. Images flashed before his eyes, there was a faint image of a man. He growled and his teeth sunk further into her flesh, the blood flow increased as he tried to make clarity of the image. He dug further and further, tearing apart the walls of her mind and the barriers which held her sanity together. What made her human he tore it all apart. Hundreds of images flashed past him, he could now see it better. The man was wearing armour, Roman armour. Sandy hair draped around his neck. A foolish smile. A warm smile. A child stood next to him. He dug further, trying to obtain more.
Seras's eyes widened in shock, "Enough!" She yelled out as she violently shoved Alucard off of her, her neck torn apart as the blood splattered around. She had pushed him with enough force that the chair clattered back along with Alucard as she dematerialised into a wafting smoke. But this time this smoke was not light and playful, it was pungent and black in colour. The stench of the smoke choking Alucard as he recovered from the shock of being thrown back. His eyes blinking as he narrowed onto her form, his teeth grinding tightly with one another, creating a sickening sound.
Seras's neck healed quickly however her mind did not, her mind was her last sanctuary and yet she was violated of her privacy. She had already given him leniency for him biting her and taking her blood without her consent. However there was only so much patience within her. Her eyes a blaring red as she watched him like a cornered animal, "Do not take take upon what is precious to me! I have already given you enough!" She snarled out, her hands gripping into a fist so tightly that her nails dug into her flesh. Alucard slowly got up, his form shifting and changing. A dark presence loomed around him as a hideous form leaked out from within his well crafted shell. With heavy footsteps he stalked towards her, sneering down at her as he grabbed her arm. The apparent sound of bone breaking under the pressure of his grip didn't even make Seras flinch. She could see it, this hatred which clinged onto his very being, it reeked of it in his blood and his arm quivered in such unspoken rage.
"Precious? Precious?! PRECIOUS?!" He roared, "I am your Master! I am the only precious being you will ever have in your life! That man! That child! They are dead! You cling onto them like a parasite, you delude yourself into believing that they're still here! Seras Victoria!"
His head snapped back, his arm was torn off and his innards were now slopping onto the floor. Seras gripped onto the collar of shirt, pulling his head down she snarled out. "What do you know of, Dracula?! I had a family before! I had loved ones before! I was human before! What happened to me, was worth it for the sake of them! You chose this path of darkness because of anger! Rage! Revenge! Lust! What do you know of when your conviction came otherwise just to defy Death itself!" She screamed out. How dare he, how dare he. What gave him the right to criticise her? She had lived a longer life than him and seen the creation of civilisations. Her knowledge was unspeakable and she had seen the horrors of mankind. What say of him, when he was a child in comparison to her. So what gave him the authority, the power over her to criticise her.
Alucard's neck cracked back into place as he looked back down onto her, this rage, this anguish. He had never seen it before, this unbridled power which reverberated from within, it's fiery passion. He had never seen it before, and this desperation. Why had he never seen this before until now. His arm formed once again, his inside healed and suddenly there was this pregnant silence which overtook this heated violence. Her hand was still gripping his collar and slowly she let go, there were unspoken emotions in her eyes but now she was not wording them.
For once in over four hundred years they had spoken truly to one another, all of its unbridled glory with nothing held back. The rage which overtook them for a moment had managed to bring out the truest of their feelings and now there was this somewhat awkward silence. Seras disappeared and left behind only the scent of fruit. Her mind was clouded and she didn't want anymore misjudged actions to come out through anger. She would return tomorrow with better clarity in her mind. But for now, she didn't even want to be in the presence of that man.
Alucard stared blankly at at the floor. He was panting slightly and the sensation of heat in his hands had not yet disappeared, but it was fading away. He ambled back towards his chair, the scene was a mess, blood was splattered on the floor and the stench of flesh was still permeating through the air. He was irritable right now and as of the moment he felt like sinking his teeth into someone. He turned around to stare at Seras's urn, it stood next to her bed and he could feel the ancient power rolling of it.
His eyes narrowed at the sight of it, at least he knew Seras would return but the argument had left him in an unlikely thought of process. What if she would now never truly love him? He had hurt her and now she was angry with him. But another part of his mind snorted at the idea. She was a monster. She would get over it and things would return back as it should. However what if she would refuse to progress any further with him. Her mind was much like a murky pond, it was unclean and muddled with filth. And it continued to stay the same no matter what. The ripples in the pond created from interferences from the outside would distort it however it would still remain the same.
A smile grew upon his face, however he was changing it. He was an unlikely force which would change the still pond. He would cleanse it, even though he was the most filthy. He would clean himself to cleanse her mind, to open it, so she could move forward. He would be the raging river that would carve his way through her small little pond of a mind and let her see the world in a different perspective. Much like what she did with him so many years ago.
However that would be difficult as of now, considering her simmering rage has not fully gone down for now. Alucard could now think comprehensively but didn't mean he was not angry, he was a being that would cling onto something even if it meant the death of him. And so he would die and die, over and over again as many times needed in order to achieve something. And right now he was clinging onto the image of the man and the child. Her husband and her son. The precious one's in her life and obviously a touchy subject, considering the way she reacted. His stomach was still throbbing in pain and his arm even through regenerated the sensation of it being torn was still lingering. Despite that he was amused, it was the first time she had gotten violent with him and he had to admit she was a lovelier creature in her rage, so passionate in her anger.
He ambled towards his coffin.
Tomorrow.
Opening the lid, he stepped in.
They would settle their disputes.
He allowed the darkness to envelope him.
Maybe.
This is a short chapter, and the quality is probably not as good as my previous ones. Ummm I can give you many reasons to why as I don't upload chapters on a regular basis but they are probably not worth your attention.
I have been putting off Fanfiction for some time for various reasons but don't worry about me forgetting this. I always check up on my fan fictions every single day. It's just putting away the time and effort to create one chapter has been hard for me. I don't have a writers block, I always have something in my mind, it's just my overall lack of time and laziness which has held me back on making new chapters.
I will probably come back to this chapter and change something or add onto it, so don't be surprised if you re-read it and it's different or longer.
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