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Never Forget Where You've Been	By : BishiMistress Category: +S to Z > Trinity Blood Views: 4142 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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-_- ..... Urgh... What can I say? I have no defense. I throw myself upon the mercy of my readers, and if you have none, then I suppose I don't much deserve it. School has been a nightmare, my parents are becoming... increasingly abusive, and a recent death in the family have utterly wiped my mind clean of my stories. I had to re-read NFWYB to pick up where I left off. I feel out of touch with my characters, so I apologize for the shortness of the chapter and the sort of pointlessness of it, but I thought I'd start us off easy. Thank you all so very much for your support and for sticking in their with me. I apologize profusely for the delay. Much love to my readers!

Chapter 27: Quiet Time for Monsters

Integra sat in her room, her desk covered in loose pages of her own notes. She had been pouring over the yellowed pages of a large leather bound book filled with a beautiful spidery hand for the better part of the night. The beautiful blonde was so immersed in her reading that Alucard�s typical entrance into her chambers almost went unnoticed. Before he had a chance to lean over her shoulder and read, Integra snapped the dusty tome shut, turning to glare at him.

�What was all that bloody commotion about?�

�Well, if you wanted to know, you should have come to investigate.�

�Oh? Silly me, I thought you were capable of checking on something as small as a nightmare. Next time I�ll go, since I seem to be the only one among us capable of dealing with such trifles.� Integra turned around to face Alucard, her back to the desk.

�My Master speaks of nightmares, even while she challenges her own.� Alucard came to stand annoyingly close to the cool blonde, but she merely reclined in her chair, leveling him with a supremely bored expression.

�You are no nightmare, Alucard. At least, not mine. I�m sure you could go into the city and find some children to terrorize.� Integra allowed herself a smug smile as she lit her cigar. Alucard promptly snatched the cigar from her, stamping it out. Integra snarled at him, but he�d already gripped her chin firmly, his nose nearly brushing the tip of hers.

�What an insolent tongue my Master has.�

�Perhaps you�d like to borrow my dictionary so that you might look up the definition of the word Master.� Integra pushed him away firmly, but still gained little movement from him. Alucard merely continued to hover nearby as Integra continued to bristle.

�I daresay I have quite a firm grasp of language and a vast vocabulary, seeing as I was speaking more than one language centuries before you were born.� Alucard�s expression soured somewhat as Integra gave an uncharacteristically loud and derisive snort. �Perhaps you�d prefer I gag that pretty mouth of yours then?�

�Are you threatening me, Alucard?� Integra�s voice was utterly calm and unaffected and Alucard�s grin immediately returned, bright as ever.

�Challenge my Master? I wouldn�t dream of it.� Alucard backed away enough to let her turn her chair back around toward her desk.

�Why are you here, Alucard?�

�Just thought you might want to know what happened.� Alucard crossed his arms, waiting for her curiosity to get the better of her. Integra sighed quietly, caving.

�Well?�

�Not even going to say please?�

�Alucard!� Integra threw him a warning glance and Alucard chuckled at her temper. �What happened?�

�It was Madam Watteau, of course.�

�Was she attacked?� Integra couldn�t hide the note of concern in her voice.

�In a manner of speaking. One of th sons was possessed.�

�The blonde boy?�

�Indeed.�

�What do you mean possessed, by a spirit?� Integra�s tone changed altogether to that of incredulity.

�So little imagination, my Master. No, he was possessed by the enemy.� Integra considered Alucard�s words for a moment, searching for the hint of a trick.

�You�re serious.� Integra�s voice was even, despite her shock, and Alucard gave the barest nod.

�Contra Mundi orchestrated this?�

�Specifically, the leader.�

�Cain? Cain possessed the son?�

�I trust by now, you know that Cendricus is his son.� Alucard cast a poignant glance at the leather bound book on her desk.

�Yes. Three children and three fathers. The question is, how do you know that the son was possessed by the father?�

�You don�t seriously think that I wouldn�t investigate after finding the Lady Watteau in a state of utter panic, distrusting of her own teammates, and her son half dressed and sleepwalking the grounds?�

�So you eavesdropped.�

�I investigated.� Alucard stuck his nose up at her terminology.

�Then the nanomachines can truly be controlled by the original carrier.�

�You were afraid of this from the start?�

�No, I�m afraid I can�t take credit for the brilliance of that foresight. Alexandra had many questions about the nanomachines and the tie they created between her, Cain, and the children.�

�So she suspected something like this might be possible from the get go.�

�She thought it would be a possibility. Before Alexandra, there were four Crusniks. Cain killed Lilith, leaving Seth as the only female. The research team responsible for her attempted to speed her development, and the result was stunted growth. Seth is reportedly quite short and has the look of a young girl. I doubt she is able to bear children. So, Alexandra was the first Crusnik to bear offspring. The entire process seems to be a sick experiment on Cain�s part though.�

�What do you mean?� Alucard couldn�t even hide his curiosity.

�He turned her while she was pregnant. For a long time after that Alex thought she would be barren, that the nanomachines would kill the product of any conception, seeing it as a type of parasite. She was wrong though. The girl was born long after she was turned.�

�She told me that Cain had turned her, but while she was pregnant? How utterly devious.� Alucard looked almost hungrily at the leather bound book on Integra�s desk. �I see you�re study time has been put to good use.�

�Isn�t it our way to know everything we can about our enemies and our allies? The Vatican understands the concept quite well. Why do you think there are such volumes on nearly every Methuselah and Vampire they�ve ever encountered? Alexandra is their record keeper.�

�Yes, I suppose you learned your lesson about trusting outsiders. After all, you wouldn�t be here with me now if you hadn�t been so trusting of the wrong people.� Alucard let an uncomfortable silence fall between them like a curtain. Integra sat with her eyes glued to the desk beneath her fists, unsure of what Alucard wanted from her. He rarely spoke of the situation that led to her becoming a vampire, but every once in a while he seemed to relish reminding her that he�d given her a new lease on life. He didn�t seem like the kind of creature that wanted to be showered with thanks, and Integra was the least likely person on the planet to give it. Perhaps he just wanted to remind her, to highlight the twisted and tangled power play in their relationship. Whatever the reason, whenever he mentioned their circumstance, it always left Integra with a sour feeling in the pit of her stomach.

She remained silent, wondering if he�d heard her internal struggle over how to respond. Integra started as a hand gently squeezed her shoulder. She dropped the pen she didn�t even realize she�d been gripping, utterly flustered by the rare show of affection, however small it might be.

�I merely want you to realize that I am the only soul you can trust in all things. I am your strength in every fight.�

�I don�t need to be reminded, Alucard.� Integra�s voice was unusually quiet and soft, her fingertips barely brushing over Alucard�s cold hand. �Now let me get back to my work. I want to finish my notes before training tomorrow.�

�As you wish, my Master.� Alucard left as silently as he�d entered and Integra allowed herself a weak smile as she continued scrawling her notes. Though she knew she would never have the huge, romantic shows of love that Alexandra had written about in her diary, she knew that Alucard�s loyalty was a form of love unto itself, the strength of which rivaled any love Integra had ever heard of. Integra could barely stand Alucard sometimes, but she knew that no matter the cost, he would defend her. Perhaps in the deepest, quietest part of her mind she longed for the romantic loves she�d read about, seen in the movies, and witnessed firsthand, but she knew it wasn�t meant to be. After all, how could a self-proclaimed monster be expected to show affection? They weren�t in the typical love relationship, but Alucard belonged to her as surely as she belonged to him. They were forever locked together in waxing and waning tension.

May you rest in peace, Martha Estelle Moore. I hope you know quiet and some form of happiness now that you are freed of the pains of the body. Forgive me, that I couldn't be a better granddaughter. Forgive me that I couldn't be with you in your final days. Everyday I spare you a few moments, to remember your hugs and fight the quiet desperation that's been building in your absence. I love you, Grams. I miss you... M.E.M. d. November 3, 2007
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