Title: Pay Attention
A/N: Once again, super short and probably poorly written. Please just stick with me :P
Pairing: Alexander/Alucard

He somehow found himself standing in a lonely courtyard, near a silent church. He could play dumb and pretend he didn't know what had led him to this place. But only until he breathed. The priest's scent was everywhere: metal, incense, and something that eluded his thoughts. He breathed in slow and deep, as if to memorize the smell. He darted to the long row of stained glass windows and peered in. With eery fascination, he watched the priest's fingers move slowly along the rosary's beads. He could nearly hear the silent words whispering from the priest's lips. The candlelight danced over handsome features, tangled in short hair. It flaunted everything that he could not have. And he had found that he had wanted nothing more in his long span of life than the Judas Priest, Anderson. He would wage a thousand battles if only to bring Alexander out on his God-driven crusade. He lifted a gloved hand and touched the glass, ignoring the sharp sting. His fingers drew Anderson's outline like a lover's touch. He heaved a sigh. The priest would tempt him into damnation. As Anderson go to his feet and left the sanctuary, he let the shadows take his form. Slowly, he filtered through the cathedral's walls and followed the priest. Loneliness called to loneliness. He reached out and brushed the priest, letting his fingers trail lightly over Anderson's shoulder. If the priest noticed, he didn't let on. The other looked weighted, older, like something had to give. He reached out and brushed an arm. When Anderson poised at his door, he pooled around the priest's legs and feet, desiring any touch from the man who would move Heaven and Earth just to get within stabbing distance of the man. He didn't care if he was embracing Anderson or hurting him; he just wanted to be near him. Anderson disappeared into his room. For a brief second, he really didn't want to follow the priest into his rooms. Then that brief second was gone, and he slipped through the cracks of the door. He lingered behind Anderson, watching the moon and the shadows, enjoying the presence of a being that might finally be able to kill him. They remained that way for a spell, the unknowing priest and his lovely shadow. Finally, Anderson moved. He floated after the other in a way akin to love-struck. As the priest gracefully crumpled to the still made-up surface of his bed, he hovered, suddenly uncertain of what to do with himself. He nearly caught the once again silent words Judas Priest spoke before the Father drifted off. He lingered at the foot of the bed, then the side of the bed. Finally, he settled gingerly beside the priest's body, feeling the heat radiating from the still form touch the marrow of his bones. Slowly, he reached out shadowy fingers, then arms until he was cradling the priest. He listened to the content sigh and pretended it was because of him. He slowly rested his shadowed head against the back of the priest's, feeling the short hair tickle his forehead. He sighed as well and shut his eyes.