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I
can't believe I wrote this. It's so sweet that now I have to go to
the dentist. Damn it. Maybe its cause my anniversary is coming close.

Why,
oh why so short? Because I also did some drawing. A friend gave me
some space to put the stupid drawings things online so whoever wants
to check them out, go ahead. They are inspired by the fic:

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Yay
for dumbness and slow days at work and Wacom tablets!

Wow,
over 700 hits! In so little time! :D YAY again!

DISCLAIMER:
don't own crap... not even this copy of Word.

PART
I

I
woke up to the sound of birds singing and leaves swaying in the wind.

So
relaxing. Damn, I miss the beach.

I
opened my eyes squinting uncomfortably. It was a very weird morning
in London; it was sunny. The sun was peeking in between the leaves
and the trees over me, at times directly over my eye. Yeah, kind of
annoying if you ask me.

But
once you wake up, it's just beautiful.

I
stretched my arms over my head and let them fall. They fell on
something; too hard to be a pillow, there are no pillows in the
gardens anyways, but kind of soft to be a rock. I look up, Alucard is
sleeping on his back, almost perpendicular to my body, and I am doing
the same, my head on his upper abs.

We
fell asleep... he he, it was fun last night...

It
had been fun scaring people that time so we agreed on doing it again.
And with the arrival of new recruits, we thought about giving them a
warm welcome. I knew it was wrong in every way, but what the
hell. Plus they had never seen me, so it would be easier to scare
them.

We
were right.

Adrenaline
at its highest levels at the possibility of being caught.

When
we were done scaring people out of their pants, we came to the
gardens, the vampire being in the mood to moon gaze. I got
comfortable on the grass and did the same. I guess some time after I
was asleep he also felt like getting comfortable, so here we are.

I
felt warmth on my feet. We had taken off shoes and other stuff,
except pants and shirts of course, since nothing happened. It
was a surprise for me, really. But still it was very much fun. I
smiled as I remembered.

The
warmth on my feet was kind of annoying me. I looked up still
squinting, the sun coming out of a big cloud. I hope it doesn’t
rain.

Great,
now the sun will shortly hit my eye--fucking great.

DAMN.

I
sat up.

Alucard.
Sun. Vampire... oh my fucking God...

“Alucard--Alucard
wake up...” I shook him vigorously. He needs to hide NOW.
“Alucard!!” He was not moving. “Alucard, goddamnit
wake up its morning and you--!”

Nothing.

I
stood up and looked around. How can I make him wake up, damn it!

Shit,
shit... I don’t know what to do—I don’t know what
to do…!!

“Alucard
please, wake up please...” I said louder but nothing. I shook
him and even punched him on his stomach.

Nothing.

I’m
hyperventilating. My head feels weird.

I
think I am... IN PANIC.
”Vampire!!! Don’t die--please
don't die on me--shit it's my fault--.” I stood up and began
to pull him by his arm to the shaded area, at least to save some
time. But he is damn heavy; I could only move him a little.

”Alucard!!!” My voice was breaking and the cloud was
moving more and more... the sun was hitting his legs. “Please
wake up…” I could barely see... my eyes were filled
with tears.
”ALUCARD!!!--oh god no, it's my fault--ALUC--.”
Again I tried to move him and shake him at the same time as tears
began rolling down my cheeks... I needed help. Anyone. I looked
around but I was scared to scream; I would have to then explain our
doings last night. No, no, even if he survived, he would be in
ridiculous trouble.
”WAKE UP!!”

I
had an idea. I felt bad about what I was going to do but it was the
only way I could think of waking him up. The sun was already hitting
part of his exposed chest, so I had to act fast. I ran to my boots,
got a silver knife out and pushed it against the skin of his chest.
Not stab him, just push the silver on him.

His
eyes darted open, furious I can tell because of the wild way the
colors changed and the way he hissed at me. His skin hissed too as if
it had hit acid. I let the thing go in fear of hurting him too much
but before he reacted toward me, I pulled him to the shade. He
grabbed me by my arm—ow, this will leave a bruise-- and shook
me as he ranted in what I believe to be Romanian, again.

“Ghetzu
Meu!--PASTELE TALE TARF--!!!!”

“I
HAD TO WAKE YOU UP--I'M SORRY--!!”

“WHAT
THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU--.”

“THE
SUN IS COMING OUT--I'M SORRY I--.”

He
stopped and looked toward his side. I gasped as the sun finally hit
his face. More tears left my eyes.

I
pulled him by his shirt closer to the shaded area behind me. In this
process he fell over me a bit.

“Sunlight
doesn't hurt me...” He said a bit altered still.

“What?!!”

“Sunlight.
Doesn’t. Hurt… Me...” He shifted moods in a
microsecond and looked at me as if I suddenly had grown a second head
or a third ear.

“It
can't be--you're a vampire--it's in the books--I read it!” I
stopped my ranting as I saw his face being hit with the strong
morning sun and nothing was happening.

I
stared in disbelief.

“…
Why aren't you turning
into ashes...?” I asked my voice small and still breaking.

Silence.

I
kept staring at him wide eyed. This can’t be possible.

“You're...
crying...” He whispered almost inaudibly.

I
went to touch his face with my finger, and reassure myself it was not
ash and he was not... dead.... or whatever.

Silence.

“You're
ok.”

He
kept staring at me as if he was trying to understand something. My
eyes went down to his half opened shirt.

“Oh
god...” Again I felt my eyes fill with tears. “I'm so
sorry...” What I had done with my knife looked so horrible.

“Why
are you crying...” Again he sounded in some kind of daze.

“What
do you mean why--I thought you were going to die... or whatever
happens when vampires turn into ashes...” I said as a
matter-of-factly.

Silence.

“Can
you heal that?”

“Yes...”
He said and it magically began to heal. It was... amazing. He was
still staring at me.

“Ghnn…”
I moved my arm with a frown. I could still feel his fingers wrapped
around it, although he wasn't touching me anymore.

He
raised my sleeve and wrapped his hand softly around it. A cold
current came over that part of my arm and then... nothing. Not even a
slight bruise.

“Thanks...”
I said softly pulling it down. I sniffed. “Next time inform me
about things like this...” I wasn't scolding, but trying to
stop him from staring at me like that.

“I
did.”

“When?

“That
night at the balcony.”

“You
didn't state it... you said 'what if'.”

Silence.

He
is not looking away.

I
cleaned my face and nose just in case.

“What...”

He
didn't say anything. I had not realized how close we were, so it was
just a matter of him leaning a bit forward for his face to end up
against my neck. I felt his cold nose against my skin, inhaling.

He
doesn’t seem to be backing away.

Which
shocked me to no end.

I
slowly rested my head on his as the seconds passed and he was not
moving away. I was confused. He is not the kind of… being
to be tender or get close or nothing like this. But I was not
thinking straight; I was happy that he was not a pile of ashes. So my
hand went to his upper back and rubbed him affectionally.

His
back muscles tensing under my hand made me realize this was not such
a good idea. So I brought my head up from his and my hand slid off
him to my lap. My heart was racing like crazy when I realized he was
still not moving. It only got worse as his hair began tickling my
nose and I felt, for the first time, his smell. Even after everything
that has happened before between us, I never stopped and paid
attention to this.

We
stayed like this for a moment until I realized where we were, the
time and that someone could see us.

“Let’s
go... someone could come around this place.” I whispered. His
face came up but I couldn’t look at him in the eye.

He
raised his head silently. Not a word was said.

I
slid my feet inside my boots, not tying them or anything. I put my
coat on and tried to look decent. He was clothed in a second. How
convenient.

“Bye...”
I said still shaken by the whole thing and feeling a bit silly.

“Good
day, milady...” He said still softly behind me. I walked
without looking back at him, still feeling strange, trying to hide
into my coat.

I
walked to my room, thinking over what had happened. It might have
sounded like nothing, but I was feeling stupid things in my stomach.
He never gets this close, not like this. Only when there is kissing,
nibbling or something of the kind involved.

I
don't know why my mind went back a little over a year ago; to when I
had first met him. He had challenged me to a sparing. I was as always
doing my katas in the gym, this time killing some energy that
wouldn’t let me sleep. He came in, started to annoy me and then
challenged me to a friendly fight. I was not very familiar
with the things he could do at the time, being just a recruit, so of
course I said yes.

He
gave me the beating of the century.

My
body and ego were bruised and I thought sarcastically to myself, ‘way
to go! Great first impression’. Surprisingly it was. I didn’t
understand him then, but he liked the fact that I wasn’t
intimidated by what he was. And from then on as opposed to the rest
of the personnel, if he was around I would acknowledge his presence.
Sometimes giving him the finger, yes, but it was something. I smiled
at his face when ever I stuck my tongue out at him or something of
the sort. Yes, I enjoyed being around him. I didn't have to bother
with boring human social etiquette. In a way, our interactions were
natural and laid back.

My
random thoughts took me to my room in no time. It was still early so
I started changed into something more comfortable, still sulking,
trying to find a moment he had been close to affectionate. But
nothing. And what was with the staring…

(knock
knock)

“Come
in…” I whispered absently, as I lowered my beater, my
back toward the door. Then I snapped back to reality. How did I know
it was him at—.

I
looked toward the door, his body fazing through it. I turned around
and sat on the bed. He was not saying anything which was very weird.
He always had a comment to either make me want to kill him or start a
philosophical conversation. This time, it was just silence.

“I’m
glad you didn’t turn into ashes.” I said to stop the
uncomfortable silence.

Silence.

He
walked toward the bed slowly and sat beside me.

“Now
I understand something...” He whispered almost inaudibly,
trying to sound like his burlesque self. Trying.

“What...”

“Why
you wanted to be close to Brendon that time.”

“Why...”

“I
told you before... concern... it has a unique scent. +Silence+
It calms even the most barbaric furor...”

Silence.

“Is
that why you rested on my shoulder? And look at me the way you have
those times too?” I asked softly.

Silence.

I
knelt forward, getting closer to him. He looked at me, not knowing
what to expect. “You can do it again if you want...” I
whispered sweetly. His eyes went to my shoulder and after hesitating,
he moved toward me.

As
his nose again landed on my neck, one of my arms went around his
shoulders and slowly began to go up and down his back. Again I felt
his muscles tense for a few seconds; I guess surprised by this act of
affection. Or just not used to it.

Surprisingly,
his body relaxed very slowly; my other hand went to his head and
brushed his hair back. I wonder what he thought about all this.

He
did not move for what I guessed was 3 or 5 minutes. I was swaying a
bit, not sure why, but my heart again was pumping blood through me
like crazy. I did not realize I was falling back until I felt the bed
under my back.

“Oop!—sorry.”
I whispered that last thing.

He
did not say a word nor sat up or anything. He came down half on me,
his nose still into my neck. Smelling, I could feel it. This position
was better; I was more relaxed. I kept combing his hair with my
fingers, as my other hand was still resting on his upper back.

His
body was relaxing more and more, his head finally hitting my shoulder
completely and the rest of him landing on half my body. My bent leg
was almost curling around him, surprisingly making me more cozy and
comfy than him, I bet.

More
time passed. It was getting cold.

I
stretched my leg, the one on him and pulled the comforter over us
with my toe, very very slowly. I was afraid to move too much. I
didn't want him to think I was uncomfortable and make him leave. But
I think I was successful because he didn't even flinch. Damn it’s
cold. My beater and brief-shorts are not very generous on covering
and he wasn't exactly radiating warmth.

My
short fingernails moved slowly under his hair at the nape of his
neck. It was something I wasn't aware of. But it didn't seem to
bother him.

“Are
you ok?” I whispered after a long time and nothing from him.

Silence.

“Alucard?”
I whispered softly.

More
silence.

“Are
you asleep?” I whispered again and smiled a little.

Silence.

“Good...
I’m tired too...” I whispered even softer and curling my
leg around him a bit more, I fell asleep too.

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