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Integra
"Integra." I hear your voice call to me, I sit on the devan in the study. My forehead sweating, my heart racing.
"What?" I spit out, groaning. The heat started in my chest, and made its way to my other limbs. My face red with heat and blood. Sweat beats on my brow. My blood feels thick, like lava pumping through my veins. My heart beating with the thick, heavy blood, quick and hard, it felt as if my heart was going to explode. Everything seem to blend and melt together with my body. A chill runs up my spine even though I feel like I am laying on fiery coals.
"Are you all right?" You ask, sounding concerned, I look over at you figure, pain in my eyes, I want this to end.
"No, Alucard. I'm going through changes." I explain, turning my head, looking up at the ceiling above me.
"Changes?" You ask.
"Yes, fucking changes," I snap. "Got it? Good."
"Integra?" You say, leaning down before me.
"Leave me alone."
"No."
"For once, do what you are told. You've been pushing it lately Alucard."
"I want to know what's going on." You say, firmly, "Are you sick?"
"No." I sigh, "I'm an old woman now, and my body has reached it's end to its biological clock." I explain.
You raise your eyebrow.
"Jesus Christ, Alucard, menopause, i'm going through menopause."
Your eyes go wide. "I'm-" You pause, "I don't-"
I wave my hand, cutting you off.
"Alucard, I do not need your words." I say sternly. "Just, make yourself useful, and get my a blanket and an ice pack."
You nod, and leave, you come back a few moments with the items I asked for. You put the blanket on me, then I take the ice pack from your hands, then put it on my forehead.
I sigh in relief. While my heart still raced, I found some relief. "Thank god." I murmur.
"Feel better." You ask.
"Yes." I answer, closing my eyes. "Thank you."
"You're welcome." you lean down next to me, your long forearm touching my side. It feels nice against my hot skin.
"How long have you had these."
"A few weeks now."
"How come you didn't tell me?" You ask.
"I just felt like you wouldn't understand."
"And why do you think I wouldn't? I always try to relate."
"You're not a woman." I say.
"But I can look like one." You grin. I roll my eyes. Your grin disappears. You put your hand on my cheek, rubbing off the sweat. I tremble at your touch. Ever since I had open the door to touch, you have been grazing against me. Pushing the envelope further and further. I don't mind, as long as the touches stay platonic. You hold my hand gently. A long silence accompanies us.
"Why didn't you ever get married?" You ask. I almost gasp at the question. I swallow, my hot flash almost gone.
"Well.." I pause. I wasn't exactly sure why I never got married, no one particularly caught my eye. No one stood out as a good life partner. No one seemed interested in me anyways. "I just… never did." I say. "I never met anyone who caught my eye."
"I see." You look away, then look back at me. "So, never? No one ever caught your attention? No one made you swoon? No one chased after your affections? Never had any crushes?"
"No, no one." I affirm.
"How strange." Your rub your chin. "Never had sex?"
I almost burst out laughing. "What?" I laugh, "No. I'm a virgin, Alucard."
"At 53?" You laugh back.
"Yes!" I turn on my side, smiling.
"Damn, you're a loser."
I give him a small smack on the shoulder. "I'm not a loser! I just never married." I explain. "If am to have sex, I want to married." I say.
"Really?" You grin, raising your eyebrow. I smile.
"Some people think sex is an act of worship." I say, "And that god and the angels rejoice when a married couple experiences acts of intimacy."
"Interesting." You say.
"Sex is a gift from god, at least, that is what some people think." I explain.
"Are you embarrassed by sex?" You ask. I shake my head.
"I have urges, and if I were to have a husband, I would certainly act out my urges." I say. I reach out for your hand. Our finger dare not intertwine. "Sex is the most natural thing a human can do."
"So strange my master, You have urges, yet you do nothing."
"Well, I guess I don't anything to do it with." I say, shrugging.
"You're fascinating." You say, "You have urges, no sexual shame, and yet, you chose a life of celibacy. It's so strange."
"Marriage is too much work, plus, you know what comes from sex? Babies, could imagine little ones running around the mansion?"
"You were once a little one, you know."
"Yeah, I know, but this isn't a life I would want for my children, a life of duty, unable to live a life they chose for themselves."
"I see." You narrow your eyes.
"Hm."