Unexpected |A Hellsing Alucard Love Story|

Order 26: Of men and monsters

Alucard eyes shot open from his nightmare of his very own capture and containment. Bringing up a gloved hand, he touches his face and feels a warm and wet substance fall from his eyes. He pulls his hand back and looks down at the crimson color substance that stains his white glove.

One even dares to drip onto his glove, as if trying to remind him of its presence.

His bloody tears.

Red orange eyes glowing in utter disbelief, he mumbles to himself in a soft and vulnerable tone.

"I'm dreaming. It was just a dream"

The self reassurance is evident in his voice and he grimace.

"It was nothing" His voice deepens, harden but the lie is evident in his tone as he tries to convince himself that the dream, the memory he just had don't affect him. He suddenly leans back in his seat.

The tears are still falling and he can't stop them for some odd reason.

His thoughts averts, thinking about a certain melanate woman. Feeling the urge to seek her out, remembering her comforting warm hands upon his face that cradle him softly in her hold. The look she gave him, a softness that no one would think a expressionless lady such as herself was capable of reserved only for him and his eyes to see and relish in.

Standing up abruptly, this motion causes the wine glass on his table to tips over at his sudden movement, spilling the red liquid onto the table and it drips off the edges just like his tears, but he gives it no attention.

Silently he walks through the walls of the basement, mind already made up as he seeks her out.

For his undead heart craves her presence.

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He walks through her wall, appearing in her semi dark room. The curtains are drawn, but he can still see peeks of the approaching cloudy skies through the cracks. It looks like it's going to rain sometime today.

His solemn eyes averts to the bundle laying on the bed. The slow rise and fall indicating that she's in deep slumber. Like a creature of the night, he stalks closer towards her. He pauses once he's close enough to look upon her sleeping face. She looks peaceful.

Her arms are tuck underneath her pillow, her head resting on the soft plush as she sleeps away, her thick and dark hair is in a bun but a few coily pieces seem to have escape and lay in every which way.

Raising up a hand, he moves away a few strains, his fingers lightly touching the dark skin of her face and and this earns him the furrow of her brows as mummers pass her lips. She must be deeply asleep if she hasn't woken up by now. He can't help deeply chuckles at this.

Her eyes shot open immediatley at the sound and she gazes up at him. Her eyes soften, having grown use to his random appearances and she rises up slowly, rubbing her sleepy eyes to adjust with a yawn. He can't help but see how so human it looks, how utterly breathtaking she appears to be in this moment.

How interesting. Just being in her presense alone makes him feel much better.

"Alucard" She softly mummers his name in a voice still full of sleep. His body goes tense at the sound, a pleasant emotion welling up in his chest. Soft like a petal, his name pass through her lips. She stretches her muscles as she glances at the window, noticing it's still light outside despite the clouds that cover the sky, blocking out the sun.

"Shouldn't you be off to bed by now? I don't think this is good for your hea-" Her voice suddenly goes silent as she gaze upon him in shock noticing the bloody tears staining his pale cheek. It contrast greatly, being very noticeable in the semi dark room.