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'thought'

"Regular speaking"

"Alucard telepathy"/"Allaxei's Rage"

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Previously...

He took a sip of his coffee, pausing. I could see that he was trying to find the words to try and explain his "predicament".

"Vampires…"

"Vampires… That bloody protestant whore has enlisted Vampires into their company." He said, practically growling out the words.

I smirked as I could feel the anger and bloodlust rolling off him in waves. I bit my lip to try and keep from grinning. 'This man is more like his mother than he thinks…' I thought approvingly. While he is related to me by blood, there is a generation or two in between. His mother had died giving birth to him and his father had ditched the "monster", as he had so unkindly called him, onto me when I was starting up an Orphanage that was sponsored by the Vatican. It was fate that led him into my care, and what some would call a blessing for both of our parts.

"So what exactly do you want me to do about it?" I asked, taking a sip of my coffee, "I already gave you Helena's Nail…"

Alexander stuttered for a moment, ".. A-anything.. The Ninth Crusade was a disaster.. I.." He sighed heavily, rubbing the side of his neck.

My eyes narrowed, "What is the real reason you summoned me Alexander.." I said, my tone hardening lightly. He physically looked healthy, somewhere around in his 30s or 40s, but I knew that he had been on this earth for around 100 years. My eyes widened slightly, "You aren't aging.."

He looked up, as his gaze met mine. Guilt flooded my being as his silence answered my fear, "No.." I could see his features morph into one of concern as his hands took mine.

0000000 No one's POV 0000000

Alexander frowned as he watched as Allaxei's eyes changed to the color of storm clouds before black began to encroach on the whites of her eyes. He knew what that meant as he could feel the emotions collide from her aura. He stood and pulled her up to him, leaving behind payment for their coffees as he opened his bible. Seeing that no one was in sight, pages ripped from the book and swirled around them as he pulled her close. He teleporting them to an old abandoned church in England that he currently resided in.

"It's alright Allaxei… It's alright…" He murmured as he softly stroked her hair. Bloody tears stained his shirt as she wept quietly, as her body reverted to a more natural form for her. She looked relatively human, but her eyes were like clear crystal orbs that had a spider web of cracks that refracted the low light.

Her hair turned a mix of black and a golden blonde similar to his own hair. He gently sat in one of the pews as he held her smaller form against him. Her small hands held onto him, her fingers stained black as if she had dipped her fingers in ink. He frowned deeply as he listened to her. She was repeating the same thing in different languages some he understood.

"I'm sorry."

He softly shushed her, trying to comfort her, "It's not your fault… It was never your fault…" He murmured to her, kissing the top of her head oddly feeling like a father comforting a child. It surprised him sometimes considering the age difference. He watched over her as she eventually cried herself to sleep.

And that's all for now~ I don't really like to do the whole switching of the POV, so I'm splitting it up between chapters and keep them as minimal as possible ^^ Sorry it was so short.