Alucard St. Vincent

"I exist only in your orbit"

~Pens&Keys

With memories flooding my otherwise silent mind and the scent of a thousand years’ worth of bloodshed flooding my senses. I opened my eyes, darkness greeting me. Inside my coffin, the outside world did not exist. I could not sense it, hear it, or touch it with any part of my powers.

Doing a full scan my body. Physically I feel fine. Mentally, not so much. The burnt sugar taste in my mouth reminding me that I was poisoned. Kholie’s image slid into my mind. Could she really be the one behind all this? Can Khloie and Alexandera be related? More importantly what about Abegail. Just who is she? And why couldn’t I see past her layer of deceit? Did Abegail acquire the soul of a student that attended Academy West? One would think such a thing would be banned. However, its not. No using powers on the second floors grounds, however murder on the second-floor grounds is completely fine.

Running my fingers through my hair, loosen the smell of burnt sugar. I need to shower and figure out how all the pieces fit into each other. I doubt all these absurd people are acting alone. Kholie and Alexandera most likely are acting with the intentions of Elloren’s mother. The Holy Trinities are using the Bluestones to connect more with Elloren. Although Gabriel must be a pawn himself. I doubt he could be as charismatic and careless as he is with knowledge of his father’s pedophile intentions. Holy Shit…

“It would take me years of spell layer removal to understand the depravity that conquered my parents. And many more years to call that depravity by its name.”

Pushing my coffin open and sitting up. The written words of Ires circling in my mind, I stood up. Stepping out of the coffin, it closed all on its own. Able to recognize that its job is complete. The spell over my coffin reset itself moving the coffin from the center of the room to its resting corner. Folding my legs underneath me and sitting in the center of the royal purple Persian rug. Before I could become lost in my thoughts another more terrifying presence let itself be known.

Frozen by the fear of a mother’s silent rage. I did not move, the silk lining the stone walls did not move, the servants above ground did not move. My eyes made no attempt to locate her. The entrance is where she stood, taming her rage. A rage that would eat any source of light, any source of a brighter side of things. When my mother achieved this level of anger all I can do is play “I’m the only daughter you will ever have card.”

“Alucard.” My name exiting my mother’s lips with grace leading and rage following.

Standing, I bowed towards her. Rising from my bow, my mother stood two inches away from me. I can smell the black flames burning beneath her mahogany skin. I want to explain. The cloned or shadow Clarissa needed to die. The raven-haired mute witch is a blonde. Maybe a witch? Who quite possibly poisoned the entire school with the help of Mr. Cravemount. Who by the way is not a victim at all. He lied to his daughter, the real one that’s caged upstairs. Mr. Bluestone’s father has literaturly been described as “Depravity.” There is a fairy at our school deceiving everyone. Did you know, The Angel of Death and Godric are sister and brother. I am unable to figure out who Alexandera is. However, I am sure she is related to Elloren’s mother somehow.

Instead of saying any of that, I stood head bowed to my mother. The bottom of her black lace dress spiraling out from her feet, resembling a rippling effect. Her rage influencing the material around her.

“Stand by your decisions Alucard. Raise your head.”

“I stand by my decisions. I do not stand by your anger though it is warranted.”

“You could have ended.”

“My apologies.”

Whenever anger coats my mother’s French. She reminds me of my father, long before he became reasonable.

“I will not ask again.”

Raising my head, my eyes met my mother’s, black flames burning in in them. Her eyes did a swift one over of me leaving behind the sting of her black flames.

“May I speak mother?”

“No, you may never speak again Alucard. Let’s go. You need to feed. Your eyes are hardly Crimson any longer.

Turning to leave, she did not take into consideration my weaken state at all. Before I reached the middle ground of the cellar stairs, my mother was speaking to someone in the main entertainment room. Making it to the tops of the stairs, my vision blurred, and my body felt too heavy to carry. I know this not to be true. Physically I am fine, mentally I am not. That poison must have been especially created for vampires.

I have felt my mother’s black flames before. Once when sanity lost its way inside my mind. She paralyzed me. Drinking them in is a different level of torture.

Finally making my way to the entertainment room. My mother sat in a chair she most likely had imported from some other room in the house. I can smell it’s out of placeness. Sitting on red velvet sofa, I attempted to will myself better.

“Inutile, Alucard. You ingested poisoned black flames. This will take you days if not weeks to fully recover. Imprudente.”

Useless and reckless. My mother is indeed pissed. However, she is granting some sort of mercy upon me. I am still standing. Leaning back on the chair, looking above. The colors from my mother’s turning, dancing together causing more confusion. Leaning back up, I feel like I am going to discard my insides. I felt fine in my coffin. Maybe I emerged too soon. Why did I emerge?

Trying to remember why I came out hurt worse than climbing the cellar stairs.

“You will feel better after you feed, Alucard.”

“Where is Ethan? I can not sense him. I am too weak to distinguish if that’s’ because he is not here, or my powers are limited.”

“Both things are true.”

“Papa?”

“Out of reach. He left to collect more knowledge about his birth.”

“To see if he can kill the very entities that gave him life?”

“Oui.”

Feeding from my mother is not an option. Black flames infused with her blood making her deadly to all vampires accept one. My father.

“Feed from me.” Godric, he is here. Looking towards the entrance of the entertainment room, the motion sickness from earlier no longer a factor. With his ash blonde braid hanging off his right shoulder and his left shoulder leaning against the black steel door frame. He appeared to be right at home. Crossing one booted ankle over the other. I can tell his is waiting for a response. A response to what though. “Feed from me came across as a command not a question.” We would need to speak about that later, if he meant his emotions for me.

My mother did not shift her body, instead she shifted her energy. The rage, reforming itself.

“I will cancel the virgin. When you are finished Alucard, I want to know everything that lead to your decision to end a creation.”

Translation, you will tell me why Godric is offering his blood to you. You will explain your actions to become violent on school grounds. What her words did not translate to, were I care about why you killed her, or it.

With my mother’s exit. The density of the atmosphere changed. I missed it. Without it, it feels as if I am going to collapse.

“Orbit around me. That is an incredible power your mother possess.”

“What are you speaking of? I asked Godric as he slid me to the other side of the couch.

“The ability to carry your pain. She influenced the poison in your body to help you feel okay. That energy needed a place to rest, she carried it.”

Laughing to myself I asked, “She could have carried it all if she wanted to, correct?”

“Yes, I believe she was torturing you by letting the amount you felt remain. Now that she is no longer in your orbit, the energy is transferring back.”

That sounds like something my mother would do. Leaning my head on Godric shoulder’s. He asked.

“Here?”

“No, my mother only left so she could do what she stated. She will return. You see that chair she was sitting in?”

Glancing in the general direction of the chair Godric, nodded his head.

“If she did not plan to return, that chair would have left when she did.”

“She can communicate with her servants telepathically?”

“Non. Vinence my mother’s personal servant would have received a call. There is a telephone four paces from the golden harp.”

“Do you play?”

“Non, Elloren does.” Lifting my head off Godric’s shoulder. I attempted to feel if Elloren is inside the house somewhere.

Nothing. Too weak to use “Devil’s Search”, I reached for my phone. No pockets. Someone dressed me in a long red silk nightgown with a lace collar and puffed sleeve

.

“May I use your phone?” Coming to a stand. Godric outstretched his hand to me. Looking from his hand to his eyes, back to his hand. I waited for his phone to appear.

“St. Vincent you need to feed before you are in any condition to worry if Elloren is okay.”

“Is she okay Godric?” I asked.

“She decided to seek her own answers in the forbidden place.”

Coming to my feet, I pushed passed Godric. Not making it out the room before collapsing. Godric scooped me off the floor.

“You do not understand Godric. Her mother will not pass up this opportunity to keep her.”

“I understand. Elloren explained what she could to me during the four days you spent unconscious.”

“Four days. Have you seen her since then?”

“Non. That does not mean she is not fine. I know she is okay. Now where do you normally feed?”

Walking us out the entertainment room, Godric began to ascend the stairs. The servant’s eyes wide with curiosity. However, not so much as a whisper left their obedient lips. Walking past the room where Clarissa was caged. The medal door was open. The room inside filled with furniture.

“Did that happen while I was unconscious?” I asked Godric, pointing towards the now livable room.

“Yes.” Continuing to walk in the correct direction of my room. I wondered if he has been in there before. Knowing Elloren she most likely told him to rest in there. Letting my head fall against Godric’ chest, his heat sinking into me. Underneath his white wool sweater his heartbeat moved too quickly to be human. Too alive to be any variation of my kind.

This is the speed of a God. I can get use to this. Opening the door to my room and sitting me down on the bed. Godric began removing his shoes. Black Duke Chelsea boots.

“I normally do not feed in my room.” I said, scooting myself to the center of my bed.

“I normally am not the meal.” Godric responded, placing his shoes next to the door.

The curtains were not drawn, and the moon was high. Lighting everything in its view. Including Godric, reminding me of when I first met it him on top of Pink Matter. The moon light still favoring him.

“You are saying you deserve different treatment?” Raising his eyebrow at me. Walking towards the bookshelf, he gracefully took a seat on my green velvet couch. Any color is his color. Impossibility. Is the perfect word for him. Godric, God of the moon, son of the sun.

“Come to me St. Vincent.” There it is again a command. One I feel like following. But first I need to know how he knows Elloren is okay. I want to enjoy my feast.

“Do you know how feedings work Godric?” I asked, remaining centered on my bed.

“You similar to how to feed from The Shadow Clarissa.”

Titling my head to the side and folding my fingers underneath my chin. I replied,

“Non. That was an attack. Not a feeding. Feedings are more primal.”

Leaning his elbows on his knees, Godric’s entire face transformed between the transition of shadow to moonlight.

“Are we both expected to be primal?”

Godric’s face held no sign of the boy that carried me into my room. No sign of reason, no sign of submission. The energy around him froze, his heartbeat that was the background noise to our conversation froze. Two slits on either side of his mouth extending it, made Godric appear to be grinning. Worst of all, his liquid frosted silver eyes resembled frozen mercury now. Lifting me off the bed with his own telekinetic powers, or maybe it was my own powers lifting me. At this point I do not know.

Landing in his lap, Godric’s face up close in more moonlight reflected like marble.

“Is this the face of Godric, The Conqueror?” Kissing my shoulder blade through the lace of my dress. Godric breathed out “Yes.”

“Is this the face Ethan saw The night of The Hunting Games?”

A small chuckle escaped Godric’s lips crashing into my skin.

“Non, I do not desire Ethan. I beat him to keep him from running away to aide you in your time of not need. My emotions are true St. Vincent. Therefore, I do not wish to have any part of myself in the dark. If you are growing to love me. We can start here. I offered to let you feed from me because I want to know your pain and I want to give you the opportunity to experience mines.”

Pushing my fingers into Godric’s scalp. I pulled his head back. Rising to my tiptoes on the couch. I fought through the wave of nausea that followed. Focusing my eyes on Godric’s, I asked.

“How do you know that Elloren is okay? You cannot seduce me into forgetting you never answered my question.”

Lowering his eyes to focus on my lips. Godric licked his own. Beautiful full lips.

“Seduce you?”

Moving through my dulled senses, Godric flipped our positions. Now sitting in my lap. Godric removed his sweater. Inhaling deeply, my eyes traveling along the length of his body. Noone has ever looked as desirable to my senses as Godrics. Long. Lean. Elegant. Stoic. Marbled flesh. I want to kiss it everywhere clothes did not touch. Placing my hand in the center of his chest. It feels as if the heat alone his body is generating, can burn the position coursing through my body.

“Beau.” I said exhaling.

“I understand you well enough to know the answer to your question will impact how you enjoy the pleasures of my body. I am not a seducer St. Vincent. I am The Conqueror.”

Leaning down Godric kissed me. His tongue taking claim over the back of my throat. With a whimper I kissed him back with everything built up inside of me. My frustrations melting in his mouth. Pulling away. Godric continued.

“Tonight collapse into me. Feed from me and reclaim your body. Once you awake, Elloren will be here, I will be here, and your answer will be here.”

Removing his weight from me. Godric reappeared on my bed. Somehow in between his transition. He removed the remainder of his clothes. Sitting on the edge of my bed, white linen sheets and the reflecting moonlight rays dancing on the tips of the water below, creating his backdrop. Godric leaned back, his arms extending behind him. His finger spread, disturbing his weight. His legs spread displaying every part of his beautiful body.

“Earlier, was that you bringing me to you or me bringing me to you?”

“The latter.”

Smiling and standing from the couch. I let my fangs fully extend.

“You said you do not wish to keep anything about yourself in the dark. Does that invitation extend to me as well?”

“Always.”

Before the last syllable left Godric’s mouth. My fangs were bypassing the marbled flesh of his thigh, piercing the inner tissue of his muscle. With a scream befitting of this Unholy hour gracing my ears and blood befitting of a God honoring my mouth. I made my choice. Godric.