Alucard St. Vincent

“Love is summoning.”

Pens&Keys

Making it to my room a full eight seconds after I did. In those eight seconds I showered, dressed and send a quick text message to Elloren explaining that if I died Godric did it. The last time I left her out of my plans she seemed genuinely upset. Its best to give her the heads up for now.

Sitting down on the green velvet couch, Godric entered just as I tied the last loop around my hair. Folding my legs underneath me I stated,

“You do know how to track a vampire.” Again, another dangerous thing about him. Vampires have no scent to others besides our own. Some of us can fly all of us can hoover. Leaving no footprints when we walk. The only species capable of matching us in speed are fairies. And they need to be summoned to this dimension.

“Did you not believe me when I advised you of such Alucard?” Taking of his coat and placing in on top of the bar stool. Godric sat down on the other. My room is not designed for entertaining people. The last thing I desire is for people to feel entertained when they came over for whatever reason I did not care about.

“No, I did not believe you. I am starting to see the mistake in doubting you.” Godric did not reply. Clasping his hands together and resting his chin on top of them. I noticed the markings on in his black fingernail polish. Some sort of design. A crescent of some sort?

Leaning his head back against the grey brick wall underneath a row of floating books. His silvered eyes meeting my Charmaine ones. Absorbing the magnitude of his art. I did notice the light splatter of white frosted freckles on the bridge of his nose and under his eyes. Are those new? I would have seen them before if they existed.

I could tell Godric is waiting on me to answer his last two questions. “What is it you think I need? What part of yourself do you believe you are going to withhold from me?” He did not seem to be in a hurry though. He never did. As if time is something that does not apply to him. Maybe it does not. Time means nothing to my father, and eventually it will mean nothing to me. If I am going to answer I need to look anywhere but at him. Leaning my head back. The back of my neck resting on the back of the couch. The black and white marbled ceiling creating images of melting galaxies and blending dimensions.

“I think you need your sister. As far as what parts of myself I believe I going to withhold from you. It would be the parts that I am not yet aware of myself. This would be an unconscious action. I am not sure why you always seek me out. I never would have known you were there if you did not make yourself known. Whenever I am doing something that requires socialization, there you are. Me leaving the school for Elloren’s parents’ home. Showing up at The Hunter Games. Speaking to Elloren and Ethan regarding me. These are the actions of someone who does not wish to be alone.

Are you lonely Godric?” Lifting my head up so that I could meet Godric’s eyes. He was no longer sitting in front of me. Instead, he is now sitting next to me on the floor. His back against the couch. His own neck resting against the seat of the couch and eyes looking up at me. He has done this before. This is how he moves. In between my senses. A God’s power. There is no reason to react. I have experienced him do this once before. That’s all I require to learn someone’s movements.

With his eyes unmoving from my face Godric answered me.

“In my solitude I have found that I do not gravitate towards the quiet. The source of this discomfort does not stem from a dislike of myself. Instead, it breeds from an overwhelming silence that is usually filled with the energy of a friend.

“Are you saying that you are my friend Godric?”

“I am saying, I am not your enemy.”

“Then why are you truly here?”

Diverting his gaze from me, Godric exhaled. The Holy Trinities, they have been active for a much longer time than what you are aware of. The Blackgate necromancer nor Clarissa’s father were their first targets.The Bluestones were.”

For a moment everything faded black. What does Gabriel have to do with this? Searching my memory for anything he may have done. I came up empty handed. Elloren and him did have their own flirtatious games going on. But that’s all there was to it. Gabriel has never looked at her wrong, touched wrong, hell he never breathed wrong. I have also never seen him interact with Clarissa. What is the connection between them?

The weight of something against my shins brought in the color around me again. Glancing down Godric moved again. This time between my legs, well his head was. The rest of him remained on the floor. With his eyes closed. His eyelashes are long enough to touch the bottoms of his eye sockets. Forty-two freckles decorated his nose and cheeks. They are so light its easy to mistake them as dust. Each one shaped like a star. Wanting to reach out and brush one of them. I reframed. All though he is technically touching me first. Something told me this is a comfort thing. I will let him be. Maybe he would finally catch that sleep that has been evading him.

“Have you asked yourself yet, how The Holy Trinities possessed the Magician?” Every word he spoke was followed by a low vibration throughout my body. Every vibration stern and unyielding. Like the object that caused them.

“Oui, Clarissa’s mother Siren, became possessed by Aires and Ever. Then they possessed The Magician.” 

“How St. Vincent. Surly you make use of the teachings given to you at this school. How can the dead become possessed?”

“The dead are not vessels.” I replied. Clarissa stated her father killed her mother in order to save everyone. That bitch lied. If her mother was murdered no matter the stage of her possession. If the vessel dies, the parasite dies. 

Ice began to hit the windows as I replayed the conversations between myself and both Clarissa’s. Its’ possible that the Clarissa locked in my home could have spoken the truth. The Clarissa at this school unfortunately spoke half truths and told many lies. However, a bigger issue poked at my mind. One that I recognized the moment I remembered the dead are unable to be possessed. Elloren. Elloren would have known that rule. She would have known that Clarissa was not only lying but terribly lying when she told the story. Unless.. Shit.. fuckk..

Pushing Godric off me, I needed to get to Elloren. Before my feet could touch the floor. I felt a tug on my arm.

“Sit down St. Vincent. There is no need to alert Elloren.” Pulling my arm back from Godric and jumping off the couch. Landing on the tips of my toes. Godric watching with irritation in his eyes.

“She is under a spell. Of course she needs know.”

“Are you prepared to break the curse?”

“Curse?” I asked. I in a voice filled with warning triggers.

“Godric how do you know its not a spell but a full fledge curse?” The suspicion in me did everything but attack Godric. Searching through my instincts. They are not on high alert. My eyes and my instincts did not view him as a threat. But again, God power allows him to move through my senses.

Leaning his head back to where it was, minus my shins. Godric let out a low hum.

“I was relaxed. Come back.”

“No, not until you stop giving me information in puzzle pieces. Every piece you give seems like information only an enemy would know.”

“Compromise will solve this. You come back and continue to drink me in. Touching is allowed. I in return will share all that I know.”

“I do not wish to know all that you know Godric. Who has that sort of interest? I want to know specifically all that you know regarding everything that is happening to Elloren and I. Then I specifically want to know all that you know about why you are here.” Folding my arms together I waited for Godric to accept my terms.

Closing his eyes and stretching out his legs. Godric folded his arms across the width of his stomach. His expression achromatic. Why is he taking so long to accept? He wants to sleep I want answers. He suggested this compromise and now he must think about it.

Turning away I reached for my coat. While he thinks about it, I am going to warn Elloren. Me not being able to break the curse did not matter. She needs to know.

“That curse is a God’s curse. Conceived with stolen magic.” There it is again “Stolen Magic”. The Clarissa caged inside my home advised me that the mass memory spell came from Stolen Magic. Magic that belonged to The Angel of Death.

“I knew that already. The mass memory spell.”

“The Angel of Death magic is unable to be used to placed spells. She does not use magic nor is she magic. Death is simply what she is. I identify it as magic to make the information more digestible. With that in mind let’s call what was stolen from her magic. Are you following along St. Vincent?”

Nodding my head. I slowly placed my leather coat back where it rested. If death is what she is, then she is a curse. Therefore, her magic so to speak can only be used as a curse.

“This school is cursed. Everyone aside from the cloned Clarissa, yourself, and I. The curse is low level, non-dangerous if broken. Easily broken in your case once you were made aware it. Elloren’s curse differs. It is imbedded in her DNA. Meaning she was cursed a while ago. If broken, it’s possible she will die. I am not aware of the true repercussions of her being told. I do know her accession was given not earned. That power she has mostly is due to her being a Blackgate. The other forty percent is due to her having access to The Angel of Death powers. I am sure you both agreed to a test of her summoning you. She could not. I know this because. You exist in a space unreachable to The Angel of Death. If you were all death, it would be easy enough. However, there is humanity in you. You are an enigma. Your humanity keeps death from marking you. Keeps you out of her grasp. Now return to me.”

Without thinking about moving, I just did. Once more the weight of Godric’s head resting against my shins. Maybe I am wrong not to want to know all that he knows. Looking down at Godric. His eyes remaining closed, his expression no longer achromatic. Sleep is creeping up on him. Causing his face to slack. The slacking did not remove any of his beauty. In fact, I am certain he is the real sleeping beauty.

Moving my hand to touch the freckles that invited me in. Another low hum came from Godric. He did not lean into my touch, but it is welcomed. Allowing my thumb to graze over his skin, goosebumps appearing on my hand. Opening his eyes, Godric studied me back. No hint of danger, no hint of deceit, no hint of backing away. Reaching out back at me. The touching began with my jawline. Tracing over it with one single finger. Frozen in place, minus my thump grazing the same spots on his face. My eyes against my will, finding Godric’s. Now resembling more of a glossy medal compared to the clouded silver they always appear to be. Everywhere his finger landed on my jawline left behind a low heat.

I want to close my eyes and lean into this warmth. The warmth of the sun. Continuing to trace, over my jawline and under my jawline. Over my jawline and under my jawline. The rhythm and repetitiveness placing me so much at ease I almost forgot he is supposing to be spilling his knowledge, and I am the one that is supposed to be touching him, not the way we are currently doing it.

Snapping my head back upwards and clearing the fog of heat. It is time for me to stop being shy. I have done this a million times with Elloren and Ethan. Relaxing them with head rubs and face massages. But they are also not Godric. They are not as beautiful as he is. As elegant as he is. As potent as he is. A million times carried no experience when it comes to him. My eyes wandering down the length of his body. My shins holding the weight of knowledge. My skin carrying the heat of his touch. “Continue to drink me in.”  I am drinking Godric and now it’s time for you to speak. Digging my hands into his hair, Godric closed his eyes and parted his lips. The wind and ice outside may have been the most deafening noise to others. However, in this moment there is nothing I could have heard more vividly than the deep pleasure sound Godric made. Soaking my fingers in a wave of his ash blonde hair Godric’s head moving to the rhythm of my stokes. Another sound of pleasure escaping him.

 If I did not speak up now, the answers I desired would not come tonight. Instead, tonight would be filled with low hums of pleasure and the scent of my arousal. No, I require answers. Numerous answers. Godric’s hand found it way around my throat. The heat of it sealing my words inside. Squeezing a little before releasing me. Godric began to speak. He did not stop speaking until all he would share was heard by my ears.

While he spoke, I stroke his scalp. In between the gaps of his words that space was occupied with low hums and deep pleasure vibrations in his chest.

“There. Now you know everything I know regarding your topic of choice.” Godric’s voice breaking through my concentration without struggle.

“Merci Godric. Can you rest now?”

“On the floor. Non. In your bed Oui.” Rolling my eyes, too absorbed with digesting Godric’s information to kick him out or not allow him to rest in my bed. Pointing towards the black glass wall that my couch rested on and hid my bedroom. Godric stood to his full height. It is well into the night now. Classes would start again tomorrow. I also need to rest. The couch would do just fine for me though.

“St. Vincent come rest. Information given at the sped I gave it requires a rested mind to fully comprehend it.”

“I am Alucard St. Vincent of The Royal Vampire family Godric. Speed is implied in the title.”

“Comprehension is not. Come rest St. Vincent.” Reaching out his hand, on instinct I took it. Pulling me off the couch. Godric followed me into my bedroom where midnight lived.