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Integra
It’s been ten days since Alucard had brought that girl here in my mansion. Ten fucking days, and the girl is yet to drink a drop of blood, now where can you hear a vampire who doesn’t want to drink blood? If this goes on much longer it’ll be a disaster. A starved vampire will eventually go to a deep sleep similar to a coma in human beings, not that I care much about the strumpet; things could have been better if Alucard had never laid eyes on the girl. But since what’s done is done I want her existence to be of some use in my organization. But the way that she is now; half-starved and deprived of any nourishment, I fear she will slow all of us down. This was the subject of the row me and my servant had two afternoons ago. I told him that he should take full responsibility for the police girl; that he should see to it that the girl should start drinking her nightly rations of medical blood as soon as possible. I told him that under the threat of me shooting her fledgling to ashes right before his eyes if she proves to be more trouble than she’s worth. And I will- I won’t think twice in shooting that girl, if she proves to be nothing but trouble. Even though I highly doubt Alucard would be fine with that; she is after all-his child. Even if he haven’t done anything so far to show it I know Alucard feels something for the girl; though I am not sure of the exact nature of that feeling, nor do I wish to know... She was a beautiful girl, that Seras. It is complicated relationship with those creatures. Seras is his child who can also be his lover at the same time, if he so wishes it to be.
But I can do as I wish with them, for I own them. Alucard is my inheritance and since he is under the bond of servitude to my bloodline, his fledgling is also my servant.
I look at my wristwatch; 5:00 PM. Drinking the last dregs of tea in my cup, I stand up. I suddenly have this impulse to check on the police girl. Within seconds I find myself getting my handgun which is loaded with silver bullets in my desk drawer. I can’t be too cautious when it comes to dealing with vampires. I’m about to exit my study room, my hand already on the doorknob when I catch a sight of the used tea service in my desk. I hate clutter of any sort. Retracing my steps I ring the bell for Walter; A couple of minutes pass and Walter is already on the room. He was about to exit the room, the tray of the used tea service on his hands when I find myself asking him to accompany me on my little visit to the draculina’s room in the dungeons.
“Walter, Come with me…I’m going to the basement I just want to have a word with Seras”
“She is still sleeping at the moment Sir, Maybe later perhaps around eight in the evening Sir?”
I have this insistent feeling of having the need to see the girl this very moment.
“It doesn’t matter; I just want to check on her”
“I think that is a little unwise Sir, you know very well how these creatures are; how they can be incoherent at times when they wake up at the wrong time. They might attack…”
Cutting him off I say,
“ As you said, I know vampires very well. That is why you will be escorting me to her room, I have my gun with me; really Walter, we’ve been in the business of hunting vampires for years”
Is it just me or did Walter suddenly went pale?
Several minutes pass and he and I are already descending the winding stairs leading to the mansion’s sub-levels. At last, I reached the door to the girl’s room with Walter on my heels; I pause for a moment before entering. The room is pitch dark and Walter elbowed past me, feeling for the light switch on the wall beside the door. He finds it and switching it on, the harsh, white illumination of the fluorescent lamps floods the room. From where I stand I can already see the tiny figure which lay curled in the bed. Something’s not quite right……
Taking a few steps forward I survey the room, the faint scent of roses mingled with the stale air of the room. My eyes lands on a heap of white on the floor near the bed, Picking it up, I am surprised to see that the thing turns out to be one of my night dresses; one of my night dresses when I was much younger-and shorter to be precise. I brush my fingers on the satin and lace material of the garment; it was a gift from a distant relative… I don’t remember pulling this out of my closet, why is this thing here? I turn my head to look at the figure lying so still in the bed. The girl is covered with a blanket chin down. I don’t know why but my hands develop a life of its own; lifting the blanket and pulling it down and I gasp. She is naked underneath the sheet, in a second I cover her again with the blanket; the image of her voluptuous body searing the back of my eyes. I look at Walter several feet behind me, a blank expression in his face. I glance back at the girl; inanimate in her sleep.
Alucard…
I lean down, bringing my mouth close to her ear.
"I hate you. And you are going to pay."
I quickly draw back, turning to leave.