Restless Thoughts
His beautiful ice queen stood at a distance, watching him spill blood and shadow for her. This was an act he danced to please her. Each wound inflicted and taken was allowed, was suffered and enjoyed, if only to please her.
Dazed the dreamer awakens only to wonder whether what they have woken to is the true reality or the dream.
Shadows obscure and envelop space during the darkness of nights, and it is this that Alucard loves most, to move about in silence and illusion. He has had time now to consider, to revel in his new measure of freedom, and to think very carefully about his new master. And he has come to several conclusions. The first, he has decided, is that no other man might have her but himself. Why?
It was akin to being intoxicated by a delicious poison, one entirely too addictive to quit. Entranced he will follow her to his doom, and enjoy every moment. He knows this.
He has found his salvation, his damnation, and his queen, his goddess, resting within the frame of the figure before him. He has found what he seeks and will seek no other.
He has found his last domain. Here he is reborn and here he shall die again, though the nature of that death he does not yet understand.
Alucard has a fine appreciation for the subtleties of irony and chaos, and it is no different now. Though, the madness he has suffered during his confinements has left him dazed. Being awoken after so much time, he vaguely remembers the wanderings of his mind through fragmented memories of the past, his own and the souls he has collected, and the present as it occurred. He felt the birth of the last heir and knew of things he should not have been aware of, lost as he was to reality.
It was during that mad dream of twenty years that he dreamed of nightmarish futures and possibilities. As he watches her silent form, his attempts to grasp at the ghost likes threads of those visions fail, but he is certain that she is the path, and more importantly- the objective. He remembers indistinctly the image of her in a killing field, watching him fight.
It is a reoccurring image.
There are many ways to accomplish a goal , and Alucard is certain he will succeed. She might not yield to him for private reasons of desire, but she might out of wrath, out of honour and duty. He knows her well enough to know where to strike. A snake's fangs are only as effective as the location of his bite.
He wonders now, restless and hungry for her blood, suspended between realities, who might be between them the tempter and who the tempted.
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Author's Notes: The native English speakers in the audience will have by now come to the conclusion that tonight's story was brought to them by "-TO BE: IS- Fun With Present Tenses". He is, he wonders, he thinks, etc. I am a terrible student, am I not? Join us later for: "Excercises with Contractions, Mind Boggling Aren't They?"