Alucard St. Vincent

"I am the reason your soul will never be free."

 ~Pens&Keys

After she eating, I ran Elloren a bath, put on her favorite show and within the hour she was asleep. Deep asleep, so deep she was consuming my entire bed. Sighing and making my way towards the kitchen. Opening the fridge I grabbed a glass of blood. One rule my father set for me attending this school, was that fresh blood be delivered each day. Did I need to drink everyday no, did I drink every day? Also no. Did this service come in handy? Yes. On certain days my mother slips in herself and leaves gifted blood for me to consume. Is this allowed? No. Does my mother care? Also no. From the kitchen I could hear Elloren’s light snore. At least she is sleeping. The sun began to fade, and I began my search for Elloren’s parents. To my surprise, they moved. While I couldn’t make their exact location. I knew the area well enough to know I would locate their home.

Elloren’s mother while vile was undeniably beautiful. Her blue hair fell in waves around her as she chanted in a circle surrounded by her ancestor’s skulls. Unlike Elloren, her mother’s necromancy bound her to their ancestors and their realms. Elloren needed no permission to retrieve the dead nor did such boundaries exist for her. She could pull the dead from anywhere. Any dimension, any time, any gate.

Bringing my sight back from where my body would be in an hour or so. I drank the blood that remained in my glass as I prepared to visit the wicked necromancer of the west. Wiping my nose, no blood. So, I only bleed when locating The Holy Trinities. Useful. Drinking down the blood in my glass and checking on Elloren once more. Tossing on my black leather coat created from elf skin, I walked outside my room aka a studio apartment.

Just as I walked out, Godric walked up. His eyes met mines and for a second, I saw the sadness of a pleasant memory.

“Where are you going?” He asked as if I owed him an explanation.

Should I lie or should I tell him the truth?

“To visit a friend’s parents.” I decided half of the truth would be better.

Raising his eyebrow at me, it seemed as if he was waiting for the rest of my answer to be explained using complete details. That or he knew I spoke only half of the truth. Blinking at him, I asked my own question. “Why are you here?”

Tiling his head as though I offended him by not knowing why he was here.

He answered, “I informed you that I would find you later.”

“I thought you meant like tomorrow or something. Crossing his arms he shook his head.

“I would have said so.”

“Now that you have found me, what do you want?” I asked leaning on the opposite red brick wall directly under a lantern.

“I desire lots of things. As for now, my desire is for you to keep me distracted.”

“You mean to keep you from the sleep you know you are not going to get?”

“Yes.” He answered so honestly.

I couldn’t help but laugh. Pushing myself off the wall. I walked past him. He followed.

“Unfortunately, I am busy trying to make sure my friend doesn’t suffer from the same fate.” Pushing the black elevator button, I could hear it starting to move from the ground floor.

“The fate of restlessness or the fate of unavailability?” He asked.

Glancing over at him dressed in a matching black sweat suit, a floor length black wool coat that stopped above his ankles, and a pair of grey sneakers. I decided to not answer his question. Instead, I took a deep breath and attempted to formulate some sort of plan. The Blackgates most likely wouldn’t hand over the spell and I couldn’t kill them either.

“I can help.” Godric’s voice broke through my concentration as if it was the only thing that mattered.

With the elevator’s arrival the doors opened, and we walked inside. Godric pushed the button to the ground floor. Enclosed in the golden glass elevator with Godric I muddled over his offer.

“Help with what?” I was only asking to determine if he could he read minds.

“Whatever you are trying to plan. Especially if it involves leaving this campus.”

“I can leave the campus just fine.”

“Can you return to it just fine St. Vincent?”

Fuck, could I? With the extra precautions, I doubt my return would go unnoticed. The elevator doors opened with a “Welcome to ground level.” This time it was me who followed Godric.Stepping out the building into the cool nights air it pulled thought into my mind. What if I just waited to return? Classes start up again next week. I could go home for a surprise visit pretend to stay too late and let my father bring me back to campus. Sure, we are not supposed to leave campus. However, I highly doubt someone would bring that up in front of my father aside from The Headmaster.That plan just might work. Looking up at the night’s sky, I’ve forgotten how winter brings stars. No clouds blocking their view. Nothing blocking I from them either.

“Stargazing is a part of the plan?” Dragging my eyes from the stars to something much more. Giving Godric a once over again. He resembled impossibility standing here under the stars in the cold. There is elegance then there is Godric. He didn’t slouch or fidget. Since his top lip simply rested on his bottom lip. There were no harsh lines created by them. His classical jawline did not clinch. Meaning he was not biting down on his beautiful teeth. Not even the long ash blonde hair strings falling from their bow seemed out of place. Beau, belle.

“I am not telling you my plan, because you are not coming.”

“Then I follow you.”

“Not possible. Vampires are not trackable.” Just then I saw a memory flash in his frosted silver eyes. Must have been a pleasant one like earlier, because he smirked a little. An when the humor died the sadness returned.

“My sister, she taught me how.”

“Is she a vampire?”

“Non.”

“Qu'est-ce qu'elle est?” He didn’t answer my question, but it didn’t matter. What his sister was did not matter. What mattered is the hidden sadness I could feel in the words he did not say.

“Does your sister have something to do with the reason you are sleepless?”

“Non. She is the reason. There is nothing else.”

“You two must be close.”

Godric replied by nodding his head.

The subject if his sister was a sensitive one because altered the conversation. Back to something he would only receive limited details to.

“How do you plan on getting off campus?”

Rolling my eyes, I replied. “Again, not telling you, my plan.”

“Will you at least tell me why you are sneaking off campus?”

Wrapping my scarf around my neck I figured I should tell him something since he shared something about his sister.

“My friend, The Holy Trinities are after her. She needs a spell and where I think the spell is I have forbidden her to go.” Interlocking his fingers, he rested his chin on top.

“A forbidden place only for her not for you?”

“Oui.”

Being still for a vampire was the equivalent of a human breathing without thinking about it. But under the all-consuming gaze of Godric, I felt the unnatural urge to fidget. Averting my gaze I defaulted to my shoes. Black Doc. Marten loafers given to me by Elloren last year.

“Compris. Let them know it was me who sent you. St. Vincent.”

And with that he disappeared. No trace, of him remained, not even his scent.

After gathering myself, I focused on the task at hand. Finding that damn spell for Elloren. Quickly using “Devil’s Search” again. I made sure the vile creatures that should have never procreated still lurked in their home. They were and it appeared that they are entertaining guest. How fun. Since I have never been to their new home, I could only teleport to the neighborhood. In the shadow of winter, the houses could not have been more perfect. Moody colors that the gothic theme iron fences every house seemed to have paired well. The cobblestones used for the streets rich in dark color. Crimson reds, eclipse blacks, and forest greens made everything about the neighborhood aesthetically pleasing.

After six houses I found them. No cars in the driveway and the noise inside could not be heard on the outside. That was nice to know just in case someone, not me, was accidentally murdered. Walking up to the front door bypassing a barrier spell. Good for zombies, humans, and a certain type of vampirism. Non-existent for my kind of vampirism. Knocking on the forest green door, the people inside went silent. I knocked again. This time I heard footsteps.

The door opened revealing human vile disguised as a lovely older woman with eyes as wide as the black moon. She instinctively attempted to slam the door, but it was too late. I was inside.

“How did you do that? I have never invited you in vampire.”

Ignoring her question, I did a quick run through of her hellish home. Skulls, herbs, dead goats in the backyard, dead bodies in the basement. Three male clients occupied the three guest rooms upstairs and poison filling the air. Blood magic flowed through these walls boundless and restless. Several of her guest are female. All young but not lost. These women knew what their host was and what she is capable of. That’s probably why they are here. I wondered if they knew she trafficked her own daughter.

I found Elloren’s upstairs chatting in a witch circle. One that I could not enter. The demon’s blood surrounding the circle kept me out. Deciding to throw something. It hit the outside of the demon barrier. Bouncing back at me with three times the force. A barrier and an amplifier. With his feet digging into the ground beneath him. He continued chanting. Eyes rolled in the back of his empty head. Hands dead at his sides. Mr. Blackgate attempted to push me out of the room with his removal magic. Unfortunately, his borrowed power wasn’t enough and the magic he constantly stole from Elloren was long gone. Rolling my eyes, I left him to it.

Heading back downstairs, Elloren’s mother attempted to capture me in a spell of her own. To my surprise she did. Locking me inside a blue bubble I could not move. Smiling at me with all fourteen blacken teeth she circled the bubble. Whatever this spell, it was conjured up with vampires in mind. My body felt heavy. It reminded of me of the sun rays beating down on my skin. They stung but they did not burn.

“My latest spell vampire, soon it will put you to sleep. Last, I remember you have a time restraint on how long you can be in the sun without requiring your coffin to recover. No coffin no recovery. No recovery no Alucard.”

Elloren’s mother spoke modern day Latin. All demons spoke some form of Latin. Even if that demon was human. However, the bitch is correct. The bubble’s rays are heavy and draining my energy fast. No coffin no recovery. No recovery no Alucard.

“Why have you come here vampire?” She asked.

“There is a spell, that I need.”

“Mendax.”

Bitch I am not lying, was what I wanted to say but I reframed. I couldn’t tell her the whole truth. No, she would use it in some way to contact Elloren. If I even mentioned The Holy Trinities, she might put two and two together. The woman is vile, but stupid I could never describe her as.

“Honestly, my father requested it for his witches.”

“Why would The Count send his precious daughter to my house and not intrude himself?”

“He is busy in hell this week.” Raising her invisible eyebrow at me as she ran her black nails over her thousands of gold bracelets. Just then a tiny woman walked into the foyer from the living room. She couldn’t have been anymore fourteen. But I knew age did not equivalent to innocence. Even in this bubble I could smell the blood on her skin.

“Lovely, this is Alucard. I thought she would have been harder to capture.”

The fourteen-year-old walked closer to the bubble, and I could see the malice in her blue eyes.

“What would happen if we used her blood for the ritual and not human blood?”

Elloren’s mother seemed to think it over. How the fuck would she know the answer. My bloodline is feared as well as pure. My father doesn’t allow his own witches to use it for magic. Let alone letting a Blackgate use it.

“Not sure, my little darling. But we can most certainly find out.”

“Amica Mea.” She used to call Elloren that as she chained her to the wall. Think Alucard, how do you get out of this! My body is starting to slouch and soon my vision would begin to create doubles.

“Her eyes they are red.” The fourteen-year old announced somewhere in the distance. At least that's the way it sounded.

“Not red, amica mea. Those are the eyes of the diaboli.” The fourteen-year-old eyes lit up as if she held a new purpose in life. Too bad for her she would die before she ever saw this purpose through.

“What spell are you looking for?” She asked, biting her bottom lip.

“A spell specifically for Elloren.”

At the sound of her daughter’s name. Elloren’s mother went silent. In fact, the entire house went silent. Even the magic that lived in the walls went silent. Elloren’s name was still a hunting thing to this family of vileness. Their distain bringing me happiness even if I might die in a bubble.

On the brink of losing my battle to not go unconscious. A voice broke through the spell. Blinking my eyes, I held onto that voice. “Tell them I sent you.” Godric, did he know where I was coming all along? And for all I know he could have meant say that upon my interrogation when I returned to school. No better plan would come to me. There was no time to think of something else. At this point I could hardly remember where I am.

Non, the time for thinking of a better plan had run out. If I did not escape this bubble soon, I would fall asleep, and they really would take my eyes and use my blood. Elloren would no longer be safe.

With a lowered tone I spoke, “Fine, you have me. I was sent by A Victorian.”

The bubble around me vanished and in a second, I stood barley on my feet. Placing my hands on my knees, Elloren’s mother squatted down in front of me. There was nothing in those moon eyes of hers but knowledge and sadism.

“Describe this Victorian to me.”

“Why?” You let me go. I can simply go.”

“Describe them and I will tell you about the spell that must chose Elloren.” Swallowing, I decided this was my best chance. Some of my strength began to return to me and I realized that those rays were only imitations of the sun’s rays. The damages did not linger. No bubble no feeling weak. Straighten my stance, I pushed my red hair out of my face. My skin felt sticky due to the poison trying to.. well poison me. Coffin rest and a long shower is due.

“Long ash hair frosted silver eyes, tall, elegant, fast, feels dangerous, and umber skin. A black bow at the end of his hair.”

She seemed to digest this information. Meanwhile her, creepy little darling stared at me. After what felt like an eternity, Elloren’s mother spoke.

“The spell that needs to choose Elloren is with her already. That spell chose her years ago when it broke into our home and freed Elloren.”

Letting her words sink into my consciousness I asked.

“Are you saying I am the spell?”

“Dead things cannot speak directly to a Blackgate without permission. You are an exception to that rule. Elloren could not have given you permission then because she herself was unaware of this rule. Have you never questioned why you were able to bypass this?”

There are a lot of “rules” in our world that simply do not apply to me. The higher the bloodline the more the rules affect me. But Elloren’s mother held a point. The Blackgates while hated with good reason. Are royalty. The bottom half of it but royalty no less. If the dead speaking to a Blackgate is forbidden, I should at its weakest feel some effect of this. Instead, I felt nothing. Not now and not then when I first met Elloren.

“Ummm okay, what am I the spell to?” I asked.

“That I do not know. Elloren is the first in a century to receive a spell.”

“What else do you know?” Elloren’s mother tilted her head back exposing her throat so she could run her fingernails down up and down its length. It’s strange the traits we inherit from our parents. Elloren’s neck was a duplicate of her mothers. Long, strong, refined.

“I know you vampire have captured the eyes of a Victorian.”

“Hardly he goes to my school.” Laughing that deep famous throaty laugh of hers.

Elloren’s mothered replied,

“Why would a God choose to go to high school?”

“Maybe because he requires history lessons?”

“Tell me vampire, which came first. Him meeting you or you finding out he attends your school?” It was the former, but I wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction of knowing that. Tilting her head all the way to the left she waited on my answer.

“It was the former of course.” The reply came from the fourteen-year-old. Placing a section of her blonde hair behind her ear she smiled. The smile did not make it past her lips.

“Why did you let me go at the mention of his name?” It was time for me to wrap this conversation up. The men upstairs are getting restless and Elloren’s father chanting completely stopped. I did not know what they had planned, and I did not want to stick around for it.

“Non important.” Elloren’s mother replied, opening the front door. She may have thought it was not important, however the little finger twitch in her amica mea told me otherwise.

“If I find out you are lying to me about anything, I will return to drag this place back to hell.”

I knew she told me the truth. At least part of it. I needed her to know if she withheld information from me. Important information. I would return. Elloren’s mother smiled brightly at me as she leaned in closer to me. The snitch of death pouring from her as if she bathed in it. In her dark eyes I could see a fire burning. This woman despised me. Good.

“Oh, princess there is no place like home. Make sure you send Elloren back.”

Just then Elloren’s father walked down the stairs dressed in ceremonials. His skin barely covering his skeleton. His eyes sunken deep within his face. One would think they were missing. He is a walking grotesque. I have only seen one before. Mr. Blackgate has really let himself go.

“Mr. Blackgate, you look terrible.” I said as I walked out the front door.

Back into the nights thin cold air, I took a deep breath to clear out the smells of that house. Wrapping my scarf around my neck I walked from the driveway. Leaving behind the house of horrors refusing to look back at such a place. It wasn’t necessary the things they did, it was more about the things they did to Elloren. I found no need to rescue the men upstairs or the half alive girl that was chained to up in the attic. Torture did not bother me; murder did not bother me. What did bother me was seeing Elloren fall victim/sacrifice to it. My mother calls it love and my father calls it ownership. I now know what it could be. The Spell.

One thing I knew for certain was that I know a psychopath when I see one. And I had seen one. I am not sure of that little girl’s power, but she is a threat. Another thing I know is that Elloren’s mother did give me two important pieces of information, the former begin I am The Spell. The latter being Godric is an actual God. Which makes me wonder why would a God chose to come to high school?