D and Alucard, orbiting each other like they always meant to🤍
……reposting my art here little by little^^ This was my first proper D x Alucard art, so it’s very special to me… let’s pretend the nsfw one didn’t come before this Hh—
.˳·˖✶𓆩𓁺𓆪✶˖·˳.𝒄𝒘: yearning, suggestive, mentions of the occult, blood drinking, very self indulgent and mostly written for the vibes cause I think it's pretty. enjoy<3 wc: 1.8k
Alucard promised himself he'd never be fooled again. He'd never entrust his precious heart to the hands of another, especially not a human. And he was unshakeable in his resolve for a long while, until you came along.
It happened gradually– from the moment you knocked on the grand gates of the castle. It was mere curiosity that compelled him to let you in, for he thought you either exceptionaly brave or mad for daring to venture past the impaled corpses outside. He remembers vividly how you stood before the open doors in your blue dress and black cloak, too thin for the harsh wintry weather but too beautifully designed to belong to a mere peasant. You held his gaze as he warned you to return home. "This is no place for a young lady such as yourself. Leave while you can" he spoke but his words fell on deaf ears. Your response still sounds in his mind, awfully alike one he's heard before– I'm here to learn.
"Learn of what?"
Of death and life.
That's how it began, with a few hearfelt words and a nod, an open door and a hand extended in invitation. You stepped inside, looking around the main hall of the castle with keen interest. He needn't tell you to follow him when he climbed up the stairs, you simply trailed behind him falling into step by his side. Only when he showed you the room you'd be staying in did you speak, a small thank you rolling off your lips, so honest it made him shudder.
Alucard could not pinpoint the exact moment he became so fascinated by you, but everything you did seemed to feed something raw and dark in his soul– the look in your eyes when you first stepped into the library, the walls stacked with books, scrolls and parchments reaching so high they seemed to melt into the ceiling. It was as if a fire lit in your spirit. You spent the whole day skimming through ancient domes in languages he himself didn't speak, taking notes in your notebook and the dhampir observed you, took note of your habits, your mimic, your breath.
"Where have you learned those things" he asked that evening at the dinner he barely managed to convince you to join. "My father taught me. He was a priest in our town."
"I doubt a priest has access to literature on the occult." he commented and he swore he saw the faintest tug at the corners of your lips in the waxy light of the candles.
The dhampir's fascination grew by the day, that raw feeling clawing at his heart. He could've sworn you put some spell on him for you were in his every dream. When he closed his eyes he saw your face, your hands stained with ink from your inscriptions, the laces of your corset tightening around your waist when you leaned over the desk, your hair in puffy waves falling down your shoulders. His mouth grew dry when you passed by him in the hall, your scent making him twitch, his muscles tense. The long conversations by the fireplace every night were like a balm for his soul, your voice and warmth seeping through the tears in his heart, weaving it anew. Oh and how his soul was set ablaze when you melted against him, your head nuzzled into the heart-shaped space at the crook of his neck, thanking him for his kindness. It took all the restraint he had to touch your face gently, carefully, tilting your chin up towards him. "You needn't thank me. This place and the knowledge within it isn't mine to keep." But you simply smiled, letting your eyes fall shut. "Then whose is it?"
You were maddening, a blessing of the most devilish sorts, making him abandon his principles and surrender at your feet. His conviction to keep his distance weakened with each touch you indulged, each caress and fleeting kiss you shared under your sheets at night, when the cold was too much for you to bear. He clung to those moments like a lifeline, the speck of light in his dark life, but he never dared to go too far, for fear that just like the frost flowers on the castle's windows, you'd melt away from his life.
But the snow persisted well into the month of March and so did your presence at the castle. The passion between you mellowed into something nearly reverent.
With gentle eyes, Alucard watched you lounge on the sofa in one of the rooms, a leather bound volume perched on your lap. Your eyes skimmed over the letters with interest and he couldn't contain a chuckle when he saw you bite down on your lip, your brows pinching in confusion.
"So that's where you were hiding" he hummed, approaching you with slow steps. You raised your gaze from the volume, returning the smile. "I wasn't hiding."
"Sure you weren't" he chuckled, taking a seat at your feet and you tugged your legs closer to your body, making space for him to sit. After a moment of silence the dhampir spoke again, his eyes trained on you. "Something you don't understand? Perhaps I can help."
"I doubt you're an expert in blood magic" you commented, raising a brow in amusement when you saw his resigned expression.
"That I am not, my dear. But I'm curious, what use do you have for such... barbaric practices?"
"Must one have a purpose beside gaining knowledge? I'm merely indulging a curiosity."
Your comment earned a low hum from the dhampir, his fingers tracing the lacy rim of your dress before slipping up to your calf. The feeling of your skin sent waves of warmth trough his body, his hand itching to trail further up. "I have rarely met someone with such unique interests such as yourself. I must admit, it is disarming."
"So you've told me before"
Alucard's gaze softened when you set the volume down. "Why did you come?" Why... he's been wondering that himself.
"I wished to ask if you planned on staying after the snow melts." he mumbled out, his eyes trailing along your figure, along that dress he oh so loved to see you wearing.
You caught the edge in his voice, the hopeful tone and you tilted your head, letting your legs fall open almost teasingly. "Would you like me to stay?"
A low rumble bubbled in his throat as he moved over you, one of his arms propped against the sculpted edge of the seat, fist squeezing in an attempt to control the tension in his body. His amber eyes lingered on your lips for a moment, his index finger curling under your chin, tipping your head back. The hitch of your breath when he traced the outline of your lips with his thumb didn't escape him, his gaze dripping with adoration. "You have bewitched me. I fear that if you leave I will not be able to cope with the lonesomeness." he confessed, his breath warm against your parted lips.
You nodded and breathed him in, your chest rising to meet his. In the cold room you sought his warmth, cradling his face in your hands before slipping them to the back of his head, drawing him closer. The dhampir obliged, bending his head until his nose reached the junction of your neck and he inhaled greedily, his lips parting, revealing the pair of sharp fangs he didn't dare bring closer to your skin. He was painfully aware of your every breath, your every heartbeat; the blood rushing through your veins calling out to him as you pulled him closer and closer and god how he wanted to devour you whole. With a shaky breath he kissed down the column of your neck slowly, almost reverently. The knot in his gut coiled tighter when you dipped your head back, opening yourself for him and he shuddered, grasping your thigh. "Do not tempt me, please."
Nothing could have prepared Alucard for the maddening glaze of want in your eyes when you tilted your head back up. "What is temptation if not something you already deeply crave?" you spoke hesitantly, your breaths mingling until your mouth was on his, soft and warm. Alucard's hold on your thigh tightened as he kissed you back, his whole body stiffening. He pressed closer and you sunk into the cushions, a muffled cry spilling into his mouth when his fangs pricked your lip, warm blood dripping on his tongue— and the dhampir felt dizzy from thirst and want. He slowly pulled back to look you in the eyes again. When he found that desperate, wordless confirmation he was searching for, Alucard hissed.
"You want me to drink from you." he said plainly, recoiling as if wounded by the sudden realization. "You're foolish."
"Do you condemn me?" you quipped, reaching for him again. Your hands were small and warm against his chest and the dhampir could sense the swell of blood in your veins. "Do you condemn me when you yourself claimed that you need me? I give myself to you, so do it."
Alucard's brows furrowed, a shadow of hesitance passing his amber eyes. "I am not asking you to do this–"
"I know, Alucard. I wish to do it. I want you to have me like this." you interrupted, pulling him closer until his mouth was on your neck, your pulse beating against his lips like a bird in a cage. With all his power, the dhampir inhaled the scent of your skin, willing himself not to bite, but to brush his lips against your skin. Like an old master with a paintbrush, his mouth traced the contour of your neck, down to your sternum and your clothed navel. Your skirts were pushed up to your hips by the time his mouth reached the plump of your thigh, fangs sinking into your flesh.
The taste of your blood was divine, filling him with a warmth hotter than any pyre. It burned through his chest and stomach as he clung to you. He moaned into your skin and your mewls echoed him, softer and sweeter. Like the forbidden fruit you were, only you brought him the Garden of Eden instead of damnation. When he pulled back and his eyes, sharp with want, locked on yours, he knew you were as enamored as he was. You looked somewhat paler, the touch of your hand a tad bit weaker, but willing nevertheless and he gave in, drinking the pleas for more from your lips.
And in that room, among the heaps of books and smell of old parchments he made you his, as you were meant to be– blood, body and soul. And he gave himself to you, unashamed and unafraid and the dhampir knew then that his question had been answered. You would stay when spring came.
𓆩𓁺𓆪𝒄𝒘: vampire stuff (biting, blood drinking), soft, protective Alucard, minimal religious symbolism, a bit suggestive towards the end. i had such a nice time writing this for Alucard oh my shayla. wc: 2.2k // read part 1
Weeks passed since the fight against Erzsebet ended and peace was restored in Paris. With danger out of the way, Annette and Richter gone and Maria finally settled down at her own place, it was safe for Alucard to return by your side.
He hoped the letter he sent a few days prior reached you– hoped you were waiting for him by the gates of the abbey, ready to depart as he instructed but much to his surprise, when he finally climbed the pathway up the last hill before the monastery and the entrance came into view you weren't there. Alucard's steps quickened instinctively, his fangs baring almost imperceptibly as he inhaled through his mouth, bracing himself for the metallic taste and smell of blood but the air was fresh, clean, bathed in moonlight. So you weren't hurt. No ill fortune had befallen the abbey while he wasn't there to protect you.
The dhampir only picked up a trace of your smell when he was well past the gates of your sanctuary – that faint, now slightly different scent that was still undoubtedly yours. After breathing it from your skin those fleeting nights he could recognize it anywhere. Following your scent, Alucard stepped around the rudimentary graves marked with wooden crosses in the yard, careful as if not to awaken the dead, and made his way behind the church. When his eyes landed on your figure, kneeled under a blooming apple tree his breath hitched, his muscles tensing. He didn't even bother to keep silent as he ran towards you, his boots crunching against the dirt. By the time you noticed him and got up to your feet he was by your side, pulling you in a gentle embrace.
"My sweet, how I have missed you." he whispered against your neck, a content sigh escaping his lips when you returned the embrace. You were real, warm against his cold touch and the frankincense in your hair made him shudder; you smelled so holy, so sacred. He only released you when you called out his name, tilting his head down to meet your gaze and oh you looked at him so beautifully, as if stars had fallen from the sky into your eyes. "It has been so long. I feared you would not make it here." you said softly, threading your fingers through his hair.
"I swore I would come for you and I did. I sincerely apologize it took so long, but there were some things I still needed to set in order." he explained, taking your hand from his hair to press a kiss to your knuckles. "I am pleased to find you well."
Your gaze softened at his gesture, fingers slipping between his pale ones to hold his hand. "Yes, one could say I am well."
"I hope the nuns did not cause you any trouble." he jested, attempting to lighten the mood and you cracked a small smile. Hoisting up your white dress, you took a seat on the ground, patting the spot next to you. "They have been quite gentle, though judging by how eager they were to help me pack for the trip they must be delighted to see me gone."
Alucard sat beside you, brushing the white petals that had fallen onto your hair. The silence of the night was only disrupted by the soft rustle of your dress when you moved to lay your head on his lap. With his back propped against the tree trunk, the dhampir extended one leg out long so your could find a more comfortable position, toying with the strands sprawled across his lap. You could feel his gaze on the back of your head, urging you to turn face him but you kept your back to him, looking towards the church– it's walls almost silver in the moonlight. The cross atop the steeple has long lost its shine, now only casting a long shadow across the grass in the yard. Sighing softly, you folded an arm under your head, burying your face in the crook of your elbow.
The dhampir's hand moved to your scalp, gently caressing the side of your head. He could tell by how tense you were that something was weighing on your mind. Was it his return? Or perhaps you were displeased he had let you wait so long before he came back? His nose scrunched at the thought and he shook his head as if to dismiss his worries. "You seem nostalgic. Is something bothering you, my sweet?"
You shrugged absentmindedly and Alucard couldn't help but huff lightly. You could be so stubborn sometimes...
"If there is nothing upsetting you, dear lady, you'd do well to face me. Two months apart and you greet me with a cold shoulder... It is quite cruel." he chided and you finally complied, turning on your back and gazing up at him. Alucard didn't miss the shadow clouding your eyes, his thumb tracing the shape of your brow, moving down to your cheek. "What is it?"
Toying with the wet blades of grass at his feet, you looked up to meet his gaze again. "What will you do when I grow old?" Alucard's lips parted but before he could answer you continued. "Or if some misfortune befalls me? I am but a mortal, I am bound to perish eventually–"
"Sweet thing, you must not concern yourself with such grim thoughts" he began but you quickly cut him off again, lifting your head off his thigh. "How could I not think about it when in a few decades I will wither and you will be alone again? You cannot imagine how much this thought pains me–"
"The grief will be mine to deal with." he said sharply, obviously distraught by your words. Lifting yourself to your knees, you shimmied closer to him, hands gently tugging at the material of his coat, drawing him closer. "But it does not have to be like this. You could turn me."
The words knocked the breath out of him, brows shooting up in surprise; but only a split second later a dark shadow was cast over his face. How could he even suggest that he would take away your essence, your light and condemn you to a life in the shadows? "Absolutely not." he said stiffly, his composure wavering.
"Listen to me" you argued "We could be together forever, we could travel the world without worrying about me dying or anything else. Do you not want that?"
The dhampir shook his head, his eyes squeezing shut. He needed a moment to recollect himself; your sudden request rendered him speechless. The mere thought of turning you into one of his kind, to drain the life from you– that life that made you so radiant, so beautiful and so you seemed sacrilegious. Nevetheless he could find reason in your logic and perhaps a shred hope too. He had loved and lost so many over centuries, not even once offering to turn any of his lovers. He has been selfless, reminding himself that those people he so treasured deserved to rest in peace, to know the eternal sleep and the Garden of Eden, not roam the earth as devils. Yet, your pleas were weakening his resolve. A more selfish and indulgent part of him reasoned it wouldn't be that terrible if he made you a vampire– his bride in life and death until the end of time.
"You would be hunted down by humans, cursed wherever you go. You will never have a home nor will you feel the warmth of the sun upon your skin again. You will live in the shadows and feed on the blood of innocents. Is that the fate you wish to damn yourself to?" he spoke with feigned composure, cradling your face in his hands. His palms felt cold against your cheeks, your eyes glistening as you nodded your head. "I do not care for other humans, nor for the sun. I only wish to be by your side."
Your selflessness, willingness to give up on life to join him in death was disarming. It warmed his heart in a revolting way, but despite his hesitation, he was but a creature of impulse; turning humans was his legacy, a craving running deep in his blood. With steady hands he pulled you up in his lap, your legs resting on each side of his hips, his hair draping over your frame when he leaned over you. "Do you fully understand what you wish for? What you would give up on?"
The dhampir noticed the shadow of doubt on your face, his head tilting to the side as he waited for your answer. You could sense the change of heart in your loved, the whites of his eye flickering red. Were you certain? Perhaps not fully, but it wouldn't be the first time you did something utterly foolish for love. A sharp hiss left his lips when you nodded, his gaze drifting to the now healed marks on the column of your throat. With a shaky hand he moved your hair over your shoulder and you craned your head to the side, offering him get a better look at your neck. Alucard could see the pulse thrumming under your skin, the vein swelling with each beat of your heart and suddenly you were both aware of the silence surrounding you, as if time itself had frozen. The only sound was Alucard's breath, cold on your skin when he leaned closer, his eyes piercing through yours. "It will hurt, you know?" he hummed, his voice gruff.
"But you will be gentle, right?"
With a last nod, the dhampir swiped his tongue over his lips, dipping his head to your throat. It began with a sting, his fangs piercing your skin, drawing a thin stream of blood but soon enough a scorching pain spread through your body. Choking out gasps, your body shuddered and his hold tightened. His senses were sharper, the sound of your heartbeat rumbling through him, your blood hot and tangy in his mouth. He had fed on enough beings before to know the exact moment when their lives began to fade– a sudden jerk of the limbs, a skip of heartbeat before their body grew limp. Lifting his head from your neck, he dragged his teeth along his wrist, the blood on his lips mixing with his as it dribbled out onto your dress, staining it crimson.
Through your blurry vision you could make out his hazy frame, white hair haloing around his head. Your mouth felt dry, chest tight. It hurt to breathe, hurt to blink, hurt when Alucard's cold blood dripped down your cracked lips onto your tongue and you choked.
"No, no, you must drink." pressed the dhampir, his voice dissonant as if he was underwater. He moved his wrist to your mouth again, jamming it between your lips and pushing your head back so you could swallow more easily. With his free hand he cradled your head, shushing you. He knew how excruciating the pain was, how straining the metamorphosis could be. Your skin grew colder, paler, eyes darker, nails sharper– tearing apart the material of his cape where you clutched onto him. And despite the pained screams and writhes he held you close, pressing bloody kisses to your face. His stomach churned, brows pinching when he felt your fangs growing, dipping into his wrist as you drank greedily. When a soft gust of wind swept through the crown of the tree, white petals clung onto your dark hair like little stars on the night sky. Terrifyingly beautiful, even like this you were enchanting, your lips glistening red when you finally pulled away, breathing heavily.
The wild look in your eyes mellowed when your gaze met his, your grip loosening. Alucard tilted his head to the side, a relieved smile etching itself on his lips. "Just breathe, easy, sweetling. You handled it so well." he whispered, breathing in the blood on your breath.
And then you wrapped your arms around his neck, dragging him on top of you. A hand braced itself next to your head, his mouth meeting yours halfway. You could taste each other on your tongues, teeth clashing, his hands gripping at your dress, your your back, your hips. With a sharp exhale, you slipped your hands along his jacket, tugging him closer. Your dress, now soiled with dirt and blood was crumpled at your hips, the shadow of the cross on the steeple now right over your bodies.
Pulling away for a moment, the dhampir sighed shakily, his eyes drooping as he gazed down at you– so wild, so deadly, so beautiful, still so you. "We must go soon if we want to make it back to the city before dawn." he hummed and you nodded. "We have all the time we need now, don't we?" you whispered back, like a hushed secret, closing your eyes and dipping your head back, open, wanting. Like a flame, you drew him in and he let himself fall into you and all it took was a breathy I love you spilled from his lips to know that he was truly yours. Indeed, you were right- you had all the time you needed, now and forever, finally as one.
𓆩𓁺𓆪𝒄𝒘: fluff, reader works in a brothel, mirror on the ceiling, mild male yearning. this is very self indulgent and it's been a while since i last wrote something but i needed to write a lil something for my wife (Alucard). wc: 1.9k, part 2
Unlike other men he met during his life, Alucard didn't frequent brothels. He’d never understood how people could partake in such sinful activities and thought such practices deplorable and beneath him. The mere idea of buying someone like a commodity, of using them for one's own pleasure was sickening, scandalous.
But when fate placed you, a woman of the night in his path he couldn't help but indulge in your pleasures. Perhaps it was the loneliness, a moment of weakness that led him to your bed that fateful night, but he never anticipated you would captivate him so thoroughly. Leaving your tender embrace the next morning felt almost sacrilegious, but the promised whispered against your lips soothed his aching heart. He'd come back, he swore, once his journey came to an end and he could safely return to Paris. Little did he know your paths would cross much sooner than expected, the pursuit for Sekhmet's mummy leading him back to the city only a few weeks later.
It was close to midnight when he reached Paris with his companions. The journey was tiresome and they needed to lay low, to hide from Erzebet's spies. Much to his surprise, Richter and Annette didn't question him when he pushed open the door of the brothel, motioning them to walk inside. The two descended the narrow steps of the establishment, looking around curiously.
"This is quite... distasteful." huffed Richter, stepping closer to Annette when a girl attempted to approach him.
"We cannot risk being discovered now and no one will look for us here." spoke Alucard, seeking you from the corner of his eye but couldn't spot you in the parlour. "The matron will offer you a room to rest." he added, pointing at the older woman in French robes hastily making her way over to the them, shoving the girls blocking her way like flies. The rings and bracelets on her arms tinkled when she grasped Alucard's gloved hand, shaking it lightly– a wide, wine stained grin on her face. "So good to see you back, my boy. Tell me, how may I help you?"
"My companions need a room" spoke Alucard, hiding his embarrassment at the woman's familiarity. He slowly slipped his hand from hers, reaching for the pouch of coins looped around his belt. "They should remain undisturbed for the night. We will leave shortly after sunrise."
The woman nodded, her eyes trained on the coins the dhampir dropped into her outstretched palms. After inspecting them thoroughly she hid them in her breast and guided Richter and Annette towards a room. But before the two could turn to ask Alucard where he'd be staying he was gone. He silently slipped through the shadows of the salon, avoiding all patrons on your way to your room. He could already smell your scent from behind the wooden door, his fingers twitching in anticipation as he pushed the door open. And oh how his gaze softened when he laid eyes on you, seated on the cushioned seat in front of your vanity, brushing your hair. You lifted your gaze, meeting his in the mirror, a smile tugging at your lips.
"You're back" you whispered, raising from your seat, your silky dress wrapped around your figure shining like molten pearls in the candlelight. He welcomed your hug, his eyes closing when he dipped his head to the nape of your neck and inhaled your scent– smoke and lilacs, oh so enchanting.
"I had to see you, my lady." he hummed, tracing his fingertips down your spine. With slow steps you slipped away from him and he took off his gloves, letting you hold his hands. "Where have you been?" you asked as you made your way back to the vanity mirror, picking up your comb and threading it through your hair. The dhampir sighed, his golden eyes fixed on your reflection; when you brushed your hair over your shoulder he could see the faint shadow of the healed indents where he had bitten you weeks prior. Leaning behind you he brushed the marks with his thumb, his fingertips cold against your heated skin.
"Machecoul, helping some friends" he answered plainly, his hand slipping down to your shoulder. After so many years of solitude, touching another seemed otherworldly. "Helping some friends" you mused, a flicker of a coy smile on your lips. "Is this about your endeavour? Do tell me about, I'd love to hear."
Alucard hummed, his eyebrows pinching together in disapproval. He didn't wish to burden you with his worries, to mar the sanctity of this moment with tales of gods and the undead. No, that was not what he came here for. Tenderly, he took the comb from your hand and placed it on the little desk, resting his head against your shoulder. "I do not wish to speak of such things, my sweet. It is none of your concern."
You knew better than to press the matter so you nodded, raising from your seat. Alucard's firm tug on your dress was enough for you to know that you should undress so you slowly undid the bow that held together the cloth. Alucard's gaze darkened imperceptibly for a moment, his lips parting for him to take a slow breath in.
"How do you wish to do it tonight?" you asked as per usual, but the dhampir huffed in response, your words bringing him back to his senses.
"Spare me the protocol, my sweet. I only wish to rest." With deft fingers, Alucard peeled off his garments and joined you in bed. The mattress dipped under his weight, the candles dimming as if blown by an unfathomable force while he loomed over you. You didn't waste any moment to slide your arms around his neck, seeking to meet his gaze in the dark. The dhampir's hair brushed against your shoulders, his hands guiding you flush against him as he laid on his side. "How long will you stay?" you asked, slotting yourself against him, your bodies fitting together like two pieces of a puzzle.
The dhampir cradled your head and you felt a pair of cold lips press against your forehead. "I shall depart tomorrow morning."
"So soon?" you pouted, craning your neck to meet his gaze again and Alucard's heart panged when he saw the hopeful look in your eyes. "Yes, my sweet. I must go, but I will return soon."
He could tell by the way your shoulders tensed that his answer displeased you and he sighed, bringing your mouth over his. An unspoken promise, a consolation, a plea for forgiveness; his arms tightened around you as you kissed, his fangs grazing your lips when he pulled away.
"The people speak of a revolution" you added, voice hushed as if you were sharing a secret. "They speak of death and devils coming down upon us from Hell. Is it true?"
"Yes, 'tis true" he snarled, turning on his back as he draped a hand over his eyes. "I'm afraid dark times are coming, my lady, but we will break through."
"How can you be so sure?"
He needn't see you to know you had that defiant look in your eyes. Despite his fears and your worry, Alucard couldn't help but chuckle lightly. "I have lived for three hundred years and seen many revolutions. Fear not, my sweet, everything will be alright."
"For you maybe..." you muttered, earning a sigh from Alucard. Returning to his side, the dhampir pulled you into another kiss, pressing you up against him. His hand slip to your bare thigh, nails leaving shallow marks on your skin as he pulled your leg over his hip. "Do you not trust me when I promise you'd be safe?" he hummed against your lips, golden eyes peering into yours and you shook your head.
"I trust you, but I still fear for my life here. They are killing people in the streets, the food is scarce and–"
Alucard's hand on your mouth silenced you but your protests soon melted into soft sighs as your lover trailed kisses down your neck and chest, halting just above your heart. He could hear your heart skip a beat when he placed a kiss on your breast. "You needn't worry about food, shelter or your safety, my dear."
His reassurance calmed your plaguing thoughts and you sighed, nodding softly. Alucard's hand moved to your cheek, cradling you face. The look in his eyes when he leaned back over you was of the most tender. "I have arranged for your stay somewhere safe. An abbey in the mountains. You will be well fed and taken care of. A friend of mine will take you there in two days at dawn."
For a moment you held his gaze, searching for any traces of deceit but his words were honest. Slowly, you nodded gratefully, your arms tightening around his neck.
You could taste the love on his lips when he kissed you again, your heart swelling, feeling as if it would burst our of your chest. Tugging him closer, you managed to force a tired smile when he rested his forehead against yours. And so you laid, suspended in the dark, with Alucard murmuring sweet words in a language unknown to you, but you didn't need to understand to know he spoke from the bottom of his heart. You could feel it in the drawl of his voice, the steadiness of his breath, the touch that conveyed his deep devotion, his soul bared for you to see and treasure. Closing your eyes, you let his words flow through you, like a balm for your aching heart.
"I wonder what the nuns will say when they find out they have to share quarters with a whore." you chuckled eventually, earning a small huff from the dhampir. He laid by your side, drawing you in and closed his eyes. His hand smoothed some stray strands of hair on the crown of your head before slipping through your curls. "Such silly worries you have, my sweet. They needn't know of this."
"Then what should I tell them when they ask about me?"
The corners of Alucard's lips twitched lightly in amusement. What should you tell them indeed? That you were the most pure hearted, precious thing he'd ever had the privilege to call his? That you were his newfound hope in the sea of despair the world was sinking in? That you were the one who touched his heart like no other mortal has in centuries? No, of course not. You couldn't tell them the thing he didn't have the heart to confess to you yet. So with a sigh, he smiled up at the ceiling, his eyes drifting along the reflection of your tangled bodies in the mirror. "Tell them your wildest dreams, sweet lady, and we'll make them true one day."
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