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"Alucard telepathy"/"Allaxei's Rage"

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Previously...

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.

00000 Allaxei's POV 00000

Having unknowingly fallen asleep, I found myself surrounded by a tall forest. The trees were tall and slender. Ash covered the ground. Everything was so eerily familiar. Like a long lost memory. The familiar sweet smell of iron and copper made me inhale deeply and sigh as I relished the scent. I blinked feeling a drop of liquid hit my forehead. Looking up I only saw a fog bank that hid the canopy from my view. My hand reached up, wiping the drop from my head before I saw that it was blood. I lightly dabbed a bit on my tongue before spitting it out, cringing. It was rancid with decay. I looked back up and saw the brownish red liquid, some fresher than others, drip down the trees.

The mist above me began to clear and I could begin to make out the canopy of the trees, but I smirked as I saw that I was in a forest: a forest of the Impaled. Now I remembered where I had seen this before. I chuckled lightly as I continued to walk through the "forest" occasionally shaking one of the spikes making the man impaled on it scream or moan in pain.

Pain was something I was accustomed to and having "Grown up" with my other siblings, chaos and mayhem is something I began to encourage in my own way. Most immortals go insane with time. Others, like me, walk along the line of sanity and insanity.

I danced, seeing that I wore a flowing silk black dress. It had long sleeves and a simple square neck line. I smiled and laughed, twirling around in the forest of death.

An arm wrapped around my waist as a hand took mine. I blinked, turning to look behind me, only to see long soft wavy raven hair. His scent lingered with the blood and death of the forest, but there was also the subtle hint of sandalwood and the not so subtle scent of a man.

There was something familiar about his aura that I couldn't put my finger on. A dark power as well as authority clung to him, but it was dulled by some unknown force or perhaps familiarity. I felt like I should have known him, but one person in an ocean of memories was hard to pinpoint. It was harder than finding a needle in a haystack, more like trying to find a silver button in a sea of different color buttons.

Slowly, we began to step into a formal dance, my back against his chest. His gloved hand was warm as was the arm around my waist and the chest against my back. I couldn't quite name the dance, somewhere between a foxtrot and a waltz maybe? We twirled and spun, laughing softly enjoying ourselves as we danced around in this forest of the dead. I did gaze onto the face of my companion, but all I could make out was long dark wavy hair and soft ruby eyes. He wore an old formal dress, late 15th century. He was tall with broad shoulders, a warrior's build. The dance was quiet and graceful as we moved in unison to an imaginary song.

"You dance with the grace and elegance of a raven, Milady.." He murmured in my ear. His voice was low and rich with an accent I couldn't quite place.

"As do you, I am most impressed My Lord.." I smiled as we slowed in our spin, "You have excellent form."

He smiled as he drew away smoothly, taking a step back and brought my hand up as he bowed slightly at the waist. My expression turned to one of confusion and surprise as I felt his cold lips press against the back of my hand, "My lord..?" I asked, trailing off as I felt his breath against my skin. The scenery fell away from us, leaving only darkness.

His eyes closed as he looked pained for a moment before letting me reclaim my hand as he forced a polite smile. "Forgive me, My Raven but I must go.." He said before he turned and began to walk into the darkness.

"Wait!" I called after him as fear flooded my being as I began to give chase, but no matter how fast I ran, he kept getting farther and farther away.

My arm outstretched as I reached out for him, "Vladimir!" The name fell from my lips involuntarily.

He halted at the name causing me to perk up as I continued trying to run towards him, but it was like I was trying to run through molasses.

He looked back over towards me, but his crimson eyes glowed in the darkness.

That was all I remember as was engulfed in darkness. Everything was a blur as I stared up at the ceiling, trying to get my thoughts together as well as to figure out where I was. I danced with a man with red eyes? No, that didn't sound right. His eyes turned red, a rather beautiful shade of crimson like Hell's inferno, cold and calculating, but scalding.

I hummed softly to myself as memories of the cafe returned. 'Poor child...' I thought sadly as I recalled the fact that Alexander was now immortal, 'Our shared blood is a poison to such beauty as death.'

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