As You Wish, Princess

Revelations

Alucard:

I watched Thorn carefully, and considered her name for a moment. It was Romanian, that's for sure, literally translating to 'Blood Devil', her name could hint to vampirism, if you knew our history. I watched how she interacted with the paladin, and I was amazed to see her smiling often. From what I was able to decipher in her explanations from questions I asked, she grew up in a cultist house, believing in monsters from a very young age. She said she knew what I was from first glance, and it definitely made a small wave of worry cross over Anderson's face. If she knew what I was, why did she feel so at ease around me? Was it because she trusted my kind more than humans? I wouldn't blame her if she did, given how humanity has treated her. 

I was sitting outside a store that was coated in perfume, making it hard to really smell her out of the rest of the store. I was nose blind, and it was very irritating. Anderson was sitting next to me, texting on his phone, possibly to Maxwell about what's going on. 

" Any clues that point her to being yours?" 

" Not exactly, but she does speak fluent Romanian, and some of her facial quirks are very much like my own with certain emotions. She acts like a mini-me, to a point. Keep an eye on her. See how she reacts to intense emotion and how she handles threats." 

" Fair point. If she's anything like you, she won't hesitate to kill someone." 

" Exactly. I know what I am, as does she." 

Thorn got her bath supplies, and the shopping trip was over. As we were leaving the mall, I saw a man grab her ass, and faster than I could react, she had him on the floor in a restraining hold, a violent snarl on her lips and a gleam of death in her eyes and growl off her chest. 

" You ever touch a girl like that again, swine, and I'll drain you dry. You are a pig, walking cattle, and nothing more. Got that, creep?"

She let him go, fear in his eyes, her voice was steady, held no emotion, and it was slightly frightening to see murder in her eyes, as well as her choice of words. She spoke like a young Nosferatu.  

" What was that for?" 

" He copped a feel. She reacted appropriately."

" Let's get you back to the orphanage. You need to let me handle shit like that, Thorn." 

" I don't need you to protect me. I can do that on my own, like I have since I was 13." 

" Have you ever had an adult be kind to you, or at the least look out for you?" 

" No. I learned the hard way no one was going to save me but myself. I am my own damn hero. I don't need anybody to care for me or any of that garbage ass nonsense." 

The paladin looked surprised, but he also looked concerned and worried. I simply felt for her, having been there once myself. I hated having to be self reliant as a child, and to see it mirror off of a girl who very well likely be my own made me feel guilty and worried for her. 

" I must depart back to the manor. I will be seeing you again soon, yes?" 

" Definitely." 

" When is your birthday, by the way?" 

" November 2nd. I was born exactly at 11:55." 

" Interesting. Well, Thorn, have a safe travel, and may you dream pleasantries. Good night." 

" Good morning, you mean?" 

A knowing look was in her eye, and I had to smile, and she returned it. I walked along until I found a alley with a dark enough shadow for me to phase home to my chamber. I walked over to a old chest of mine, and opened the lid, the hinges shrieking in protest due to it's age. I pulled out a journal I had kept roughly 17 years ago, and went to the date she mentioned, then flipped the pages back 9 months. It was the month of February, and I scoured the pages for hints and clues, until I found what I was looking for. February 10th. The only thing on the page was a mission to destroy a cult that was revering vampires as gods, even having two of them as their idols. Her mother must've been the lone survivor mentioned. I do remember having a rather interesting night that mission, having allowed them to capture me so I could find their hiding place easier. I had been sedated, and woke up- oh god no. I sat down in my throne with a thud, that night coming completely to light. I had woken up to the sensations of arousal, only to find I was being ridden like a bull by a cultist woman, her face was obscured by an owl mask, but her long black curls and moon pale body I remember, as well as her moans and sounds of orgasmic bliss. 

I brought the journal with me, and went to Master's office, where she was on the phone with a member of the Round Table. 

" I'll call you back, I have other matters to attend to. Goodbye. Hello Alucard, how was your day out and about with the girl and priest?" 

" I think the girl might be mine, but I can't be sure. Read this entry." 

" You keep a journal?" 

" It's a pass time of mine I've carried on from my human life. Read the entry." 

She read the page, and her face started to contort. 

" You went on a mission like this? My God, had I known, I never would've sent you." 

" What I wrote, and the whole truth, are different." 

" What do you mean? Did certain things happen that you didn't log or tell me about?" 

" Yes, mostly because they involved rather personal matters, and you were still a child yourself at the time. I allowed myself to be captured, as to find the hideout faster. I woke up to, how we shall say, rather risqué emotions, as well as to a cultist woman using me. Sânge was raised possibly by the same cultist woman, and might even be her birth mother." 

" So you are saying that Sânge might be the by-product of a cultist union? One, I might add, you had no say in?" 

" Precisely, to a point. I could've easily stopped it all, but why would I ruin the fun I was getting?"

" That's vile, Alucard. It would make sense, but why did they keep her, if that's the case?" 

" This was a vampire cult, people who worshiped vampires. She was their very own version of Jesus Christ, and I their God. A Damphyr would have been viewed as royalty, and would've been revered." 

" Anderson did say she was called 'No-Life Princess' by her mother. It would make sense. I'll call Anderson and relay this new information. You are off duty for the evening. I suggest you rest and relax." 

" Thank you, my Master." 

" Dismissed, until further notice." 

I bowed, and left for my chamber, thinking of how I, in a fit of selfishness and bestial desire, might have sired a child.