Chapter 2: Unholy Wedding
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"Seras? Seras can you hear me?" Richard called out into the darkness. His daughter lay in the cell across from him, set to wait there till the wedding preparations were taken care of. "I suppose you are too stubborn to back out of this marriage, you get that from your mother, hehe …. My dear please understand that you need not do this for me." Again Seras returned her fathers words with silence. "Please try to understand. Alucard he is a monster, literally. He's just not human."
It was now Seras' turn to speak. Bravely she tried to hide the cracking of her voice as tears slide down her face and spoke with a brisk manner. "That's why I'm doing this. If he is cruel, imagine what his men are like. It was either you or a tyrant." Taking small breaths, Seras tried to compose herself, fighting back the tears threatening to fall again. "I mean really Papa, I am a princess after all. You have tried to keep me close, but I was always meant to marry a prince or king."
A creaking of the iron door and glow of torches ended the conversation. "My lady, you are requested to go to your chambers and prepare." Looking down at her father she could no longer deny him the sight of her tears, if only for a moment. Standing tall and firm the bride to be walked past the guards and stopped at the door as if she forgot something, "I am going to do my duty Papa. All I ask is that you do the same. Keep to this contract no matter what." With guards following, Seras never looked back to talk or wave goodbye. Her resolve would diminish as well as her strength if she saw just a glimpse of her father's defeated face.
In her chambers, Seras waited for her mother's wedding dress to be brought up from storage. Alucard had laid out many exotic wedding dresses for her, but she refused to wear any of them. It was to be her mothers wedding dress or nothing at all. She remembered playing dress up in it as a child and feeling that her mother was with her whenever she wore it. He father promised her that it would be hers when she married. 'I need your strength Mama, now more than ever.'
The maids came in, followed by a guard. " Pardon my lady, but the lord wishes to know if there are any suitors you may need to call off." 'Translation, do I need to kill anybody so they don't try to come and save me.' She thought sarcastically, then felt a little pain in her chest. "I had a fiancé, but he challenged your king to single combat… and lost. Tell your majesty that if he wants to see him, all he needs to do is remember where he stuck the speared head in the fields."
Kings Chamber
"Ha ha ha, excellent, you may go now." Alucard was I high spirits. By killing Bernadette, he won the battle, was sold a virgin bride. 'And I am to gain an entire kingdom for a dowry.' Victory over victory had taken its toll long ago. Alucard was pompous in actions and mind, though no one dared question or tell him. Standing before the mirror, he examined himself as a perfect painting of war and strength. His armor was a polished black. The shoulder pads were carved to be the snarling faces of wolves, detailed to the last finger cutting fang. On his chest were wisps of silver spiraling up his abs to meet on pectorals in the form of wolves charging at each other. Usually this armor was used to make men tremble with fear, but tonight it was to make his wife tremble anticipation. To add one final touch to his greatness, Alucard released his midnight colored hair from its silk thread, shaking it around wildly to curve his face and make him look more animalistic. Talking to his reflection, Alucard complimented, " You my friend are going to make a girl into a woman." Seeing the sun ready to set, he felt it was best not to keep his bride waiting any longer.
Great Hall
"HOW DARE SHE KEEP ME WAITING!" Alucard was pacing the quickly made altar, never letting his eyes leave the sight of the double doors, " I see she doesn't care for her father after all. When I find her, I will first mail her fathers disembodied head to her, THEN I'LL…"
"Oh come now good king," Victor implied. If it were not for Victors consulting, Alucard would have burned down a lot more villages than he had already and killed a lot people than even rumored. " She is still in her room, you sent a guard to check a few minutes ago, remember. Don't worry I'm sure she'll be down any…"
The small creaking of the doors cut off the conversation as both men watched the fragile princess enter the room. She may not have been wearing a dress he chose for her, but he preferred her outfit above all of them. It was a simple gowned, slender and a vibrant white that brightened the darkness of the room. Her corset style top was sleeveless; decorated with elegant silk sewn flowers. Covering her cleavage was a tulle cover connected to a white choker, that too was coated with silk flowers. Her makeup was fresh; being applied over and over by the maids after her tears destroyed their previous applications. Her tiara was replaces with a braid of white flowers. All in all she looked as pure as the first snowfall of winter. 'and soon that purity will be mine.'
Her footsteps were small and slow, irritable in Alucard's point of view. As soon as she was in reach, her grabbed her arm in a bruising way and dragged her to his side. Looking at her affianced's décor, Seras could only think of him as a beast, his wild unruly hair added to the effect. His armor made her fearful of getting too close, less she want her head to be gouged by the sharp teeth of his wolf carved shoulders. Seeing as they were not to be married in a church, Seras was still hopeful of finding a priest to bless the wedding. "Now that you finally decided to join us," Alucard snarled, "Victor! Lets make this quick shall we?" Wait, what? Seras looked up to see the man who turned her in to his commander with the ceremonial silk and gauntlet. "Where is the priest? And the witnesses? I thought this was a marria-"
"This is all in the art of warfare, a servant of war is sufficient enough to bless us. And there is no need for it to be witnessed when messengers are being sent all over your land to announce our union. Now Victor, could you kindly start?" The ceremony was very quick indeed. Seras held the cup for Alucard to drink, and he did the same for her. Then the binding silk, of vibrant red and gold tint was tied around Alucard's left wrist, Seras pondered if she could really go through with it. As he extended his had toward her, her resolve became clear. Giving her right hand to his, as was custom since a King's Queen is meant to be his right hand in all things. Victor started to wrap the ribbon around their hands as they said their vows.
"I ,Seras Victoria, do hereby give myself to your p-power…" Her tears were visible on the brim of her eyes as she sold her soul to the devil, "My h-heart is for your hands, My soul to your soul… And…and," her voice was quivering now 'Stop shaking, Get a grip! You need to do this for Papa!' " My virgin fertility is for you and you alone." Sobbing, Seras lowered her eyes, unable to stand the wicked smirk on her monsters face.
"I shall consume you in my power, shield your heart in my hands, combine our souls for eternity and use your fertile womb to bear the sons of Dracul." With the knot tied in the fabric, it was time to test if the marriage was passed. It was custom that the bride a groom would release their hands and try to pull away slowly. If the knot were to come undone, then the wedding was seen as against God's will and not allowed, but if it stayed, the marriage was final. If Seras had her way, she would have brought a pair of scissors with her to cut the ribbon to shreds, as they pulled back in a simple slow movement, she held her breath as she saw the knot stress by the pull on either side. They were meant to stop pulling when they both took one step back. Closing her eyes, Seras took her step back in unison with Alucard's.
Nothing. The tension was still on her wrist. The princess opened her eyes to realize the horrible truth; she was now queen. "I do pronounce you, king and queen; you may kiss your bride my lord."
"Damn time too." He snarled in denied lust. Using the silk as a pulley, Alucard pulled her to his embrace as if she was a wild horse caught by a rancher. His lips were fierce on hers, crushing them together like title waves. Seras felt light headed from lack of oxygen. But when she tried to open her mouth for air, she felt something hot and wet enter the cavity. With a squeal she bit down on the foreign object, upon which she heard a feral snarl from her captor. Realizing it was his tongue, Seras released it in fear of retribution.
"I- I didn't mean to…" Seras could see his smile was one of vile intent with eyes that held the untold mysteries and misery's of her mistake. "I'll get you back for that tonight." Alucard sneered. She wouldn't cooperate huh? Well he would fix that. Soon she would do whatever he wanted by just feeling him enter the room.
Seras was a hollow china doll, simply dressed up and meant for show. And she played her part well sitting next to the newly appointed ruler of the land. The oak table was returned to the great hall and the highest ranking soldiers were spoiling themselves with fresh suckling pig and fresh wine assortments. Alucard took his place at the end of the table, Seras by his right, set to pour him wine whenever it was empty. In a drunken stupor, one of the generals shouted down the way to her. "You are a lucky lass your highness. It's not every day you marry future king of the world." laughing loudly, all looked to her for a reply.
What was she to do? Her life was one of almost exile. Locked away from all eyes, never had she accompanied her father to his feast with his men. All she could do was give a gentle smile and nod. When no conversations continued, and all eyes were on her, Seras felt they were waiting for her to say something. "Y-yes, it is very rare. I sup-pose every young girl dreams such things." But this wasn't a dream, it was a living nightmare.
"Indeed," Alucard intervened, "then why don't you show your appreciation freely." hearing chuckles and whispers. "Sit on my lap." he commanded, and like the good little toy she was, Seras slowly raised from her seat and placed her buttocks on his knee ever so slowly. No one even breathed a word as the new queen humiliated herself before his subjects. As soon as her end was on his knee, Alucard pounced upon her with vigor and swung her legs over his lap, so now she was fully cradle over him like a little girl in her papa's lap. There were many cheers and whistles to their adulterous predicament, and Alucard enjoyed the coloring it was giving his lover.
"You know gents," He stated, gaining everyone's undivided attention, " the great emperors of Rome were fed by the hands of their queens, and sometimes the queen's own mouth…" Seras knew he intended to have her feed him. Looking for an acceptable dish, she eyed a small cherry tomato that was used to decorate the pig platter. Picking it up delicately, Seras turned her head away as she raised her hand to his lips. "Look me in the eyes, woman, or do you not find it an honor to care for me."
Holding back a whimper, she looked into his eyes. Why could those eyes make her feel so enchanted, and yet frightened all at once. Slowly, torturously, he took the tomato into his mouth along with her index finger and thumb, and tauntingly bit the succulent piece in half, making juiced flow out of his mouth and down her wrist. The feeling of the cold juice made her shiver and a blush rise on her cheeks. " Delicious, though I would have your mouth,"
For that moment in time, it was as if no one else in the room, no the world, even existed. Pulling her hand out of his mouth, Alucard slowly lapped up the river of red down her wrist. He could feel the melodic pulse beating like a drum under the goose bumped flesh. Tonight I will make that pulse stop…. Forever.
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