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A
little lemon… looks almost like a green grape… just so
you know… so if you’re reading this at FF you know where
you have to go to read the entire thing (Adultfan.
Nexcess.
Net) remember to correct the spaces after the periods.

Sorry
it's not as polished as it can be... been going crazy with some probs
here but I promised I would update today... so gomen all the way.

For
kitty >^.^<

DISCLAIMER:if you don't know it by
now after +looks at watch+ 15 chappys, dude... just, dude... +walks
away+

This
is one of those times when I appreciate not having a close
relationship with my mother. I can only imagine the conversation...

“Hi
mom—yeah I'm going out on a date... no, this guy from work...
yeah, he's cute—very cute, I like his eyes... no, not blue...
not green either—never mind... what does he do? Uh, he works
with me mom... uh, how old? Uh... older than me mom yeah... a little
old... but you could never tell, he he... his family? No I don't
think I can meet them anymore, he he +sweatdrops+... he's an ex-King
he he... of where?... nah nevermind mom, it's not even in the map
anymore...”

I
am not even drunk yet and I'm coming up with these stupidities.

I
walked to the mirror and checked how I looked for the last time as I
put my earrings on. I haven't worn this dress in ages I swear. Now
the thing is to not fall walking or something. High heels are not my
preferred choice in shoes normally.

I
sighed. How stupid am I to wear a strapless dress with a vampire
close? I have to be nuts.

I
saw his head peek from behind my shoulder through the mirror.

“I
said I would call you...”

“Pardon
me, milady, I got anxious.”

”I
thought patience was one of your virtues.”

“Virtues?
Me?” He chuckled.

“Yeah,
yeah...” I said and turned around. He was eying every inch of
me which made me a bit self conscious. “... So where will we be
going?”

He
was looking at me in silence.

I
had to smile at this.

“Where
there are a lot of people of course... you know how I like to
brag...”

Still
looking, specially the top part of my dress.

“Can
I do some bragging too?” I said and pulled him to me, my hands
clawing at the sides of his shirt.

“Why
not?”

Ah,
his kiss.

(Rhythmic
knocking)

“It
never fails...” He said in into my lips.

“One
question.” I whispered still kissing him.

“Hm?”

“How
are we getting out of here?”

He
softly broke the kiss, looked at the wall behind me and nodded that
way. I arched my back to look and saw a black swirl on the wall. I
gasped as I felt his fangs tickling the skin peeking out of my top.

“What
are you going to do about--.”

“About?”

When
my eyes came back to him I gasped and covered my mouth with my hand.
Hazel.

“What
happened to your eyes?”

“Nothing...
it is an illusion...”

“And
your teeth!”

“We
don't want to scare people, right?”

I
was staring a lot.

“...
this is awesome....”

“Thank
you.”

“Though...
I like them the way they are normally...”

Silence
and a cock of his head.

“Just
do it for the others...”

“Very
well... shall we?”

“Such
a gentleman.” I said as he helped me put
my coat on.

“A monster is in
all his right.”

I
hope we don't run into people we know... that would be the worst
thing that could happen.

I feel like I'm having
an affair or something.

“How
much can you tell of a person just by looking at their thoughts?...
in your experience.” I asked after a little pause as we got
comfortable inside our private booth.

He
took us to a very Modern/Victorian furnished jazz bar, live bossa
nova, and did something very interesting to the host so she would
seat us in here. She seemed dazed for a moment, even as she walked us
to the booth.

So
much for reservations with him.

We
were speaking about reading thoughts and how he saw this ability. He
sat beside me, closer than not close, arm stretched on the back of
the couch, leaned a bit towards me. His eyes went from hazel to red
depending on who would come close. He was being careful I guess.

He
is spoiling me… he has no idea how much. I could seriously get
used to this.

“The
mind of a human is a very interesting place...” He said in this
sensual whisper.

“You
have said that before...”

“Reality
and fiction intertwine with each other... it is the most sublime of
puzzles. People might think looking into someone's mind is the answer
to all the questions one has of that person... this is in most cases,
untrue...”

He
was with no doubt, royalty once. You can see it in everything he does
when he wants to be civilized. From a simple gesture to the way he
speaks or holds his glass.

“Why?”

“Thoughts
are creations; true or untrue, in some cases not even the creator
knows... it is always the same as reading gestures or expressions...
I tend to go back to mannerisms and the like after looking into
someone's mind and place everything together... in the end, it comes
back to perception; except when I am able to create those
thoughts, but for the most part, I remain nothing more than... a
spectator.”

Silence.

Why
doesn't he always act this way, I thought, still looking at him and
nodding a little.

“Because...
you're a delight when you are aggravated...”

I
rolled my eyes and half smiled.

“You
enjoy it too, that I can perceive from you... in your mind and
outside as well.”

I
shook my head a little, still half smiling.

“I
don't think I should ask this--but I'm dying to know... what do you
see? I mean in my mind... because you constantly look, I know...”

“We
can't stay here past 3 in the morning, milady...”

“Summarize...”

I
tried not to smile.

Great
he has a change of clothes and I turn into a giggly teenager.

Silence.
He looked thoughtful.

“You
are what I remember labeling as... a surveyor of the mind...”

“Hm...
! What does that mean?”

“You
maneuver... your mind...”

“Care
to elaborate... I don't think I understand...”

“Remember
that time we sparred?”

“Yes...
my body still remembers.”

“That
was the first time I had peeked inside your pretty little mind; me,
used to see that formless tumult of thoughts and feelings and what
not that humans are... I see... conduits...”

“Conduits?”

“Yes...
it looked like a fantastic structure... far from the chaos and the
usual disorder... it surprised me and... intrigued me...”

“I
don't think I can understand since I don't have that ability...”

“...
so specialized... everything so methodically controlled and...
canalized... a true work of art...”

“Really?”

“...
yes...” +silence+ “... but I have seen too many to know
this was just a beautiful illusion... this is not what your mind
truly is...”

Silence.
I lost contact with his eyes for a bit and looked down at his shirt,
not moving my head.

“I
questioned the genuineness of it... but found nothing. +silence+ As
with every illusion that is brought up for too long, it rapidly
consumes what it tried to simulate and finally annuls it; there is
nothing that precedes it. Only that illusion, that fantasy.... which
ends up turning into the only truth... your reality...”

Silence.
I felt so naked. I couldn’t look at him. Well, it is hard to
hear one is pretty much a non-existing... creation of one's self; as
paradoxical as it sounds.

“Why
feel ashamed?” I looked up. “This only proves that
strength you posses, that not only translates to good aim or
impressive stamina in battle... being able to canalize feelings,
inexistent handwheels that steer humans to absurd conduct, says how
much you understand their falsehood... this is why I believe you are
capable of so many things... things beyond human understanding.”
+silence+ “... and why I believed--still believe, you do not
belong with them...”

Silence.

“Is
this why you... didn't want to--.”

“Maybe...”

“Maybe,
maybe...” +silence+ “... you will never answer something
compromising will you?”

He
half smiled at me.

“Yeah...
figures.”

He
was studying me still.

“So
I guess you feel a bit upset about... what happened then?” It
was still a question in my mind. Why had he spoiled me after
all?

Silence.

“Sometimes...”
Our drinks were here, finally.

“Meaning...”

He
waited for the waitress to be gone.

“I
do... when I see you in battle, struggling against something not even
the more experienced Captains would dare get close to... when I see
how much stronger you could have become...” +silence+ “...
I do not,... when I see your face contort almost in exquisite pain as
you orgasm, every fiber of you that I come in contact with, clench
around me... it is quite... extraordinary...”

Ok...
I was NOT expecting this and of course I'm blushing... is it getting
hot in here?

“I
can see your point...” I tried to change the mood a bit as I
controlled my smile.

“She
blushes...” He said before his lips touched the glass.

I
rested my side towards the leather couch and kind of sank in it.

“Shut
up...”

More
of his studying.

“You
look beautiful...”

“Thank
you... wow a direct, human-like compliment...”

“Humans
are not the only ones who can appreciate beauty.”

“Hmm...+pause+
was that your human eye color?”

“Yes.”

“...
I like it...” +pause+ “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure,
milady...”

Silence.

“Have
you ever been in love?”

Very
long silent pause.

“Wow...
that's a lot of thinking...”

“I
am deciding how to answer this...”

“Deciding?
Just yes or no.”

“It
is... more complex than that...”

“Why?”

“There
is always a motive behind a question like this... and a consequence.”

“I
have a motive?”

“Yes...”

“I
just want to know, that's all...”

“Why?”

“The
King of Evasiveness...” I had a bit to drink.

Long
silent pause.

“Yes,
I have...”

Silence.

“As
a human or a vampire...”

“Both.”

“Hm...”
Silence. “I heard you came to London for a woman... +pause+ did
you stay for another one?”

Again
he reached for his drink and gulped, tasted it patiently, ignoring my
question. I waited and kept looking at him but he was completely
immersed in his evasiveness. But I didn't stop looking at him, even
after he came back to my eyes.

“Ok...
sorry I asked...”

“And
you have no motives?”

“It's
ok, you don't have to answer.”

“I
know...” Silence. He kept looking at me. “Ask a better
question.”

“Hm?”

“Ask
what you want to ask.”

It
was my time to be evasive.

I
looked away to the side, the band playing. I felt bad about tricking
him into answering something so personal. But not like I could do
that. He might sometimes let me think I have tricked him, but please.

I
felt his fingers run through my hair delicately. I turned back to him
a bit surprised by this.

“Since
I've known you, I have seen you cry three times.” He said
thoughtfully. Maybe checking that his memory was not failing him.

“I
have?”

“Yes...
only once for your life... in my presence; even though it is in
danger on a daily basis.”

That
day he went all crazy on me I think he meant.

“And
even that time, as your hand landed on me, it was not to hurt me...
not even to protect yourself.”

Silence.
Now that I remember, it's true.

“The
other two... for the life of others... mine and your mentor's.”

Silence.

“Does
it surprise you that someone cares?”

Silence.
He just looked back at me.

“I
have heard the comments.”

“What
comments?”

“From
other Officers, Captains... they very much dislike your work ethic...
or, as I see it, envy it.”

More
silence.

“Some
have blamed me for this... people see us talk. But only you deserve
credit for this attitude towards life... a will I sometimes
see repressed because of what you are...”

Silence.

“A
mortal body is nothing but an obstacle, a cage... what drives a
creature, what ever its nature, is its will... and this same will is
what stays alive even after death.”

His
face got a bit darker. I wondered what he was thinking.

“Do
you have any idea of what you could have become?” He whispered
leaning a bit forward for emphasis. “That strength you already
posses would have multiplied by itself so many times that it would
have intoxicated you with power... it would have made you regret
every single minute you were human; no cage or obstacle to hold you
back, only your will, which would mold that same cage to whatever it
needs to be. Make it so alterable it would become…
nonexistent.” He smiled devilishly. “... One of the
various flavors freedom has.”

I
could almost taste his words. I could tell he knew what he was
saying. And I got his point; he might be a slave, but his power is
enormous. I guess freedom is also relative.

“I
do not give my gift out freely...” He trailed off. His frown
intensified for a moment and then left completely. “This is one
of those moments.” He had a sip of his drink.

“What
moments.”

“When
I get frustrated with myself for what I did.”

Silence.

“Is
there a reason for this?”

“I
am only male, milady... a monster but male nonetheless. An impulse.”

“No,
why make me one like you. A reason for this.”

“I
already gave you my reasons.”

“Alucard
I am not that superficial. Why. There are more implications to
this than loosing one's heartbeat. 'Come with me' you said...
why--.”

“What
you want to find you will... it is all a matter of perception.”

“It
can't be this only.”

“Some
things are not as complex as they seem; experience has given me
certain ways of looking at things and its complexity we enjoy
discussing after work, my dear, but remember I still am a
monster. Sometimes it pleases me so I do it.”

“Just
for the record I am not convinced.”

“I
know that.”

Yeah,
of course. It's not like I can hide it from him anyways.

He
chuckled and brought the glass to his lips.

I
looked away to the side again, the band still playing. How I love
bossa nova. I began to sway a bit to it, but turned back to him when
I felt a little movement. I saw him on his feet looking down at me.

“...
hmm?”

He
extended his hand toward me.

“No
you don't...” I stated strongly, very incredulously. He can't
dance, can he?

“Why
not?”

“I
dunno... isn't it against some evilness rule or something?”

“Almost
600 years old as you said once... I had to learn sometime, right?”

Ok,
he has a point. I accepted and he pulled me gently to where some
people were dancing too. This is completely unexpected... I need a
camera.

I
stepped into the swirl first and after a quick dizziness I was in my
room. Right behind me was him. I slid the coat down my arms and put
it on the only chair in my room. His just disappeared.

I
sat on the bed, feeling my feet were about to explode. Dancing and
walking is not too much fun with high heeled shoes. I found out
tonight. But it was such a nice night out that we had to walk. So I
didn't mind. But now I was dying.

“Ah-ah-ah
...” He said softly, sitting beside me and taking my hands away
from my shoes. I was about to take them off.

“What--.”
He came over and began to kiss me, again in less than innocent ways.

My
back slowly hit the bed. I felt his arm around me, moving me up
toward the headboard. He rested on me, legs intertwined, our tongues
fighting for control.

Oh,
sweet torture. What to do:

Take
his clothes off and feast on that yummy body of his...

or

Leave
them on and take advantage of this rare occasion that he dressed
up...

Decisions,
decisions...

I
decided to not take off his clothes as we continued making out for a
very long time. It was a game. When his hand would go under my
clothes, I would playfully take it out or slap it and he would do the
same with mine. We just can't be normal. We always have to turn
everything into some kind of game or fight.

He
is very right; I do like our little altercations...

One
of those times he was nibbling on my neck and shoulder I felt him
turning me around a bit. I followed his body language, resting on my
side as he kept biting me softly at the nape of my neck, giving me
ridiculous goose bumps. It almost hurt I swear; the goose bumps not
the bites.

As
he turned me completely on my front with his caresses, I felt him
climbing over me, biting on my ear softly. I felt his erection
rubbing forcefully against my ass before his hand raised my dress.
This time I let him; and smiled as I felt his hand looking for my
underwear.

My
elusive underwear...

He
kissed me again from behind and my dress came up finally exposing my
body from the waist down.

“Its
kinda tricky to take off--.”

“Leave
it on...” He purred into my ear.

“Yes,
sir...” I said mockingly. One of his hands lowered my top
exposing my breasts and the other, I guess it was his hand, opened
his pants. Then, bringing my hips off the bed a bit with his hand, he
softly entered me from behind. “Ohhh... god...” An
unconscious whisper escaped my lips.

I
had one question.

Why
the fucking hell didn't we do this before? I mean like this.

I
heard that cocky chuckle of his as he moved in and out of me. It was
different and new. I experienced that which people talk so much
about; that line between pleasure and pain.

It
does exist and again... glorious

He
kept moving, varying his rhythm once in a while, almost bringing me
to my climax and then slowing down. The idiot was teasing me out of
my mind! And getting a good laugh out of it. I grunted in desperation
when he would do this and tried to move under him but it was
fruitless. He had my hip in a death grip so I couldn't do anything.

I
did throw my arm backwards, my hand in a tight fist, trying to punch
him or elbow him. Not a very sexy visual but can someone fucking
blame me?!

I
felt him spreading my legs even farther apart and then in a quick
movement, with him still inside, he moved us, him sitting on the edge
of my bed with his feet flat on the floor, me straddling his lap but
giving him my back.

Half
a millennia doing this, he has to get good at it, right?...

I
turned my face sideways to kiss him. As we did, I reached with my
hands over my head for his turtleneck and began to bring it over his
head. He had to help but he got the message which I was glad about. I
think he gets all of my messages. I can feel him in my head at times
like this.

Wait
a minute.

He
is letting me take control?

I
wonder what those drinks had! Yay!

Kissing
him and with my hands on his knees, I began to move back and forth.
His kiss intensified which was a good sign. His mouth traveled to my
ear again and my neck but as my face turned forward again his finger
brought my head sideways.

“Look...”
He purred as he pulled a bit at my earlobe with his teeth carefully.

“Uh?”

“Look...”
He softly held my face and I opened my eyes. He had positioned us
right in front of the mirror I used to get ready. It was about 10
feet away from us. I could see him, me on him half naked... just our
sides though. I am getting what he wants to do and feel a big
ambivalence. I turned my head a bit after looking into his eyes on
the mirror... I was feeling self conscious.

“No...
look...” Turning my face once more “... so you can see
what I see...”

What
can one say to that?

I
looked skeptically at the mirror as I began to move as before. I
wanted to do it, but I dunno... it's... weird. He kept looking at me
through it and that made it even worse. I was moving less freely,
yes, scared. I guess I was scared if seeing me... too free. Or
I dunno... it's kinda wrong isn't it? I mean looking at myself is
weird right?

“No,
no my dear... wrong?” Again he turned my face softly and moved
me with his hand, resulting on some moaning and ... weird faces.
“What is there to be shy about...” More moans and faces
from me as he moved me again. “... beautiful...” His
other hand came to my breast and squeezed it softly.

I
began to move on my own, getting over it a bit. I obeyed him and
looked into the mirror... feeling a bit looser. He was very pleased I
could tell because he encouraged me to do this and again his breaths
and grunts came to my ears.

And
I liked it. A lot. So it was just a matter of time until I stopped
thinking about this with my stupid human programming and actually
enjoying. Yes, it did feel different. And I like different. Plus I
was also looking at him and his needy body language. The wrongness of
it was slowly leaving the picture...

I
hope I don't turn into a narcissistic bitch... But won't he just love
that...

As
I saw both of us through the mirror, I remembered thinking about him
that way once. He is in some ways my little mirror; in all his
stupid sarcasm and burlesque comments there is a hidden truth about
me, about humans. It's his way of bringing it to my attention. Our
attention. I guess I just... get him or something.

My
shoes never came off... though my dress did eventually...

Women
in cheesy porn movies never take their shoes off, right?... goddamn
pervert... someone has been watching too much TV or something...

Are
things getting clearer? Let me know… still there’s a
twist coming… and yes she already has a name and it will come
up in the last chapter… it is only right since to just throw
it in the story right now makes no sense. Thanx for the suggestions;
I did choose from those suggestions though it will come up as the
short version of the name. Why? You will see why.

RnR
pls!! Bai!
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