Lustful Daydreaming

Disclaimer - Don\'t own Hellsing... /as if!!!/

A/N - /Smiling/ Before saying anything else I want to thank my reviewers… As I put on the summary, this was supposed to be a open ended one shot… although I do have material to continue writing… /falls on her own daydreaming state… blushes…snaps back to reality/
But the requests for a second part made me change my mind, and I will continue this. So… here is part two! Thank you so much for the support.
Thanks to darkangel-allways again for the Romanian. /winks/
And… Pisicuta mea? Prrmeowwwww…

On with the fic!

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- Hey girl, have you got those email lists done? I need them.

I look up from the computer screen at my co-worker, Jessie and smile. The CD pops out and I take it from the computer, putting it in a case and handing it to her.

- Just finished, hot, right out of the oven!

- Thanks...

I was going to begin my next assignment when I hear her strange tone and when looking at her, see her concerned expression.
I frown.

- What?

- Don’t mind me saying this girl, but you look like shit today.

- Why thank you!

Yes, that is sarcasm in my voice.

I see her grabbing a chair nearby and sitting beside me.

- You look beat! And plus, you haven’t had a break in about two hours! And you didn’t have lunch either! Is something the matter?

I sigh. Oh God, now she is playing the psychiatrist for me? This is a new one...
Normally it’s the other way around. And I tell her this.

- Girl, what are friends for? – She says to me smiling condescendingly.

- Nothing is wrong.

- You are such a poor liar.

I stick my tongue out at her and divert my eyes to the screen. I push all the programs down to reach one of the shortcuts on my desktop.

- Hey, where is the hot guy? – She asks, her head tilting to see the screen.

- Hot guy?

I try to sound confused but she eyes me with a you-know-what-I’m-talking-about kind of expression.
I sigh.

- The hot bloodied guy that normally adorns your desktop. The white couch sprawling, devilish stunning, awesome abs guy... Alucard?


The vision comes vividly to my eyes, as she describes him, but not the desktop one. The one in my couch yesterday...
I feel myself shudder, I don’t know if from excitement or from fear. Oh yes, I fear him. His name, even in her mouth, makes my body react and I curse mentally at this.

- Well, he’s not here. – I answer a little too shakily for my taste. I can sense her frowning. Damn. I try to divert the conversation. – I wanted a change...

She raises an eyebrow, looking at me.

- Tulips? – She says, pointing at the screen.

I shrug and open the shortcut for the Official Documents folder.

- Crap, what a shame. I loved looking at that piccie. He looks so alive! Man, the things I would do to him...

“Yes milady. I am. It is. My tongue tastes all of you... My tongue is buried deep inside you, beyond your folds, it is a wonderful feeling. I can feel your muscles contracting on it; your warmth surrounding it, your taste is making my erection grow harder, pushing the fabric of my pants... Your smell, oh... the smell of your arousal...”

His words echo in my head and my hands shake over the keyboard. I keep my eyes on them, remembering how his soft hair slid between my fingers, feeling like it was happening right now...

I feel her hand over my right one and squeezing it softly.

- Dude, are you ok?

I snap to reality again, looking at her. I bet I look like a freaking deer on the spotlights right now...

- Yeah I...

- Are you trying to stop smoking?

She looks at me with a knowing smile on her lips. My chance to get my ass off the hook. I can’t tell her the real motive for my nervousness.
I lower my head.

- I knew it! Dude, it’s no use trying to do it in just one blow! Go, have a cig and a coffee.

I don’t agree with her on that, one can do whatever one wants if you have enough willpower. But it’s my chance to get out of her sight... and away from her questions...

- Yeah Jessie, you’re right... Can you cover for me here?

- Go, go, of course I will! – She said, waving nonchalantly at me and smiling.

I take the pack of cigarettes from my purse and head to the coffee machine.
Good, there is no one here.
I lean on the wall in between a window and the machine, looking outside, my staring eyes unseeing.
And my minds drifts back to this morning.

After a good night sleep and after all the excitement of the err... encounter, my mind finally got its capability to reason.
He is not real although all the evidence points otherwise. So for this to have happened there were only two explanations:

One, I am mad; the man is an anime character for God’s sake!

Or two, the creature last night was a freaking vampire! I heard once they can look like whomever they want, so it was a possibility right?

And vampires kill for blood, they kill. He could kill me, snap my neck and drink me dry.
The thought hit me strongly and filled me with fear.
I remembered that I saw once in a movie that a vampire could only come in ones house if he is invited. And I had invited him... Hell, I really did. With all those dreams...

So I just banned him. I went in my living room and fell on my knees, chanting over and over again: I ban you from my house; you are not welcome Alucard...
I swear I felt a wave of disapproval flood my mind, but I just kept on chanting until the disapproving feeling disappeared.
And I got to work.
I took his piccie from the wallpaper of my cell, and the one on my desktop.
No more.
Real or product of my madness, either way, it was bad for me.

So here I was now, my body still suffering the aftermath of the wonderful love making yesterday.
Well…
Not love making actually.
It was sex.

I sigh crossing my arms over my chest, my eyes shinning I bet.

He did kiss me quite… lovingly before he left…

- “Stop thinking about that!” – I scolded myself mentally. - “He is a monster. Just that… Or I am mad… God… Either way if I continue thinking about him, I am or calling him, or making the right scenario for my head to conjure him up from the deep recesses of my mind again.”

Dinner tonight with Jack… I smile, it’s going to be good for me.

I have to get that vampire out of my head.

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- Good Night Signore, Signorina, ! Welcome to Julio’s!

- Good Night Angelo.

Jack smiled at the waiter, as he started walking to what I presume was our table, babbling nonsense and recommending the veal with mushrooms.

We sat, and Angelo gave us our menus. I stuck my nose in mine, breathing in deeply with no apparent reason. I am feeling something… strange. It’s almost like I am being watched... My head almost turned back, when I hear Jack.

- Hun?

I lower the menu and look at him smiling at me.

- What?

- I was asking you if you choose already. I’m going to go with Angelo’s recommendation, the veal with mushrooms, and you?

- Oh, yeah, that sounds nice. And a salad too please. – I answer, the feeling fading for a while.

- You look strange, is anything the matter?

- No! – I respond, a little too fast I think, because a slight frown formed on Jack’s face.

- You have been acting strange since yesterday hun…

- Work Jack, I’ve been having lots of work and I’m tired… What about your mother?

I know my change of subject it’s too damned obvious, but Jack, thankfully, didn’t thought so.

- Haven’t heard from her since yesterday… Maybe I’m going to go there this weekend and talk with her, maybe convince her to go to the doctor and make a check up or something… I’m scared; you know my grandmother had Alzheimer…

I reach his hand with mine, smiling, and squeeze it softly, trying to calm him. He smiles back as his fingers intertwine with mine.
And that strange feeling hits me again. Accompanied by the same wave of disapproval I felt this morning… God…

- Can I take your order?

I look up at the waiter and Jack breaks contact, picking his menu again and talking with the waiter about what wine we should have.

That feeling is nagging me so I slowly look back over my shoulder and my heart starts pumping faster even before my eyes set on the door.
I gasp.

Oh My God, it can’t be.

I turn forward as humanly possible without falling from my chair, my eyes wide.
The image seems to be burned in my retina.

Standing near the door his a tall man, wearing a clean cut suit, grey. On his eyes a pair of slightly shaded glasses, that hide a pair of beautiful eyes I know so well now. On his hands slightly greyish gloves, lighter in colour than the suit. A black tie over a white shirt. Shoulder length jet black hair, longer then I remembered. And that damned smirk on those soft lips grew as soon as my eyes set on them.

Oh God.

Alucard.

- “He is not there, he is not there…” – I chant in my mind.

Holy shit, this can’t be happening to me, it can’t. I breathe in slowly and exhale slowly as well, calming myself down, my head again turning to the side, searching for him from the corner of my eyes.
Nothing.
I turn my torso so I can see better and a relieved sigh escape my lips.

- “Just my imagination, thank God!” – I think, looking at Jack that has just finished to order.

- I ordered red wine for us hun.

- Well, I will make an exception today then Jack. I really need to relax… - I say, smiling and my body muscles relaxing, my eyes wandering to the table in front of me. And again my body tenses up, my hands clenching, a small gasp.

The eyes, even hidden by the lenses, shine, burning into my own. My eyes wander to his lips, and I see him moving them slowly, sensually, as again the mental caress of his smooth voice makes shivers run up and down my spine.

- “Buna Seara Draga mea.”

His tone is dark and low, I can feel his disapproval in it, fear flooding my mind rapidly.

Apartment.
Light.
Jack.

I look at him, with a confused expression.

- Sorry?

He sighs, smiling, his hand coming over the table to grab mine, but I unexplainably take it to my hair. He frowns.

- I was telling you I already paid the light of the apartment. Remember? You asked me this morning...

- Oh yeah! Thank you hun... Do you have the receipt?

- Yeah, but I left it home...

- “Now tell me my emerald eye kitten, why is it that you banned me from your home?”

My eyes divert for a second to the devil. He looks serious, just as his voice. An involuntary gulp.

- Is everything ok?

Jack.

- Yeah, I’m just a little thirsty... – My hand goes to my throat and I give him a half smile, my eyes again glancing over to Alucard.

His lips gently settling on the glass and tipping it, the red fluid entering his mouth.
Those lips...
Grazing the soft skin between my thighs...
Those cold, soft sensual lips...
Encircling my nipple...
A smirk makes my eyes snap up to meet his fiery ones, which stare at me over the edge of the glass, making my heart speed up its beats considerably.
I divert my eyes from the disturbing image.

-“ Maybe I will ask Jack to look... He is not there. Damn it, he is not real! He can’t be real...”

Chuckle.

- “Again that same tantrum my dear? I thought you would be over that after our...”

Pause.

- “Encounter...”

Low sensual voice.
Purred word.
The vision of his face, lips parted, fangs peeking from them, eyes closed, face contorted in pure ecstasy, beautiful, disturbing, fill my mind, wakening my body.
My heart skips a beat.
Oh my God...

- JACK!!!

A squealed voice behind me makes me snap back to reality. I turn back and see a petite woman, red curly hair wild, and a smile adorning her face. Danielle?!

- Sis! – I hear Jack’s response and look at him in time to see him get up.

Danielle approaches us smiling and hugs his brother and then kisses me. I am still a little stunned. What is she doing here?

- Well, isn’t this a surprise! Sit down with us sis! How long as it been? Six months? What are you doing here?

- I’m in town on business. Was looking for a place to have dinner and had an unexplainable urge to enter this place. Isn’t it funny, you guys being here? – She said, sitting down.

I hear a low, almost throaty chuckle invading my mind.
I look at the “reason” of Danielle’s urge.

Face half hidden by his hands, fingers entangled, elbows propped up over the table. He took off his glasses, his glare at its full power, his eyes hidden from others by his raven locks, amusement shining in them. And although I can’t see it, I bet he is smirking.

- “What are you doing here?”

My eyes narrow, waiting for his answer.

I see him letting one of his hands fall on the table, the gesture of an almost feline grace, the index finger of the other setting on his temple, thumb under his chin, head tilted.

- “Danielle is so vivacious, don’t you agree? The right person to keep that boyfriend of yours busy...”

Again that smirk makes my insides turn somersaults and my mind drift to indecent thoughts.
I make myself snap out of the trance the simple vision of him makes me enter into, and my mind realises again what it did this morning.
He is a monster.
A blood drinking monster...
God...
And I made him mad by rejecting him...
Did he came here to...
God help me...
He can kill me fast and with no remorse... He can kill me. God, what did I get myself into?

I see his smirk growing wider; his fang shinning and making the pang of fear in my heart hit it harder.

- “I don’t know what is more exciting milady... The scent of your fear... or the taste of your arousal...”

His deep voice makes my body react albeit the fear, the words sounding like they are rolling out of his tongue...
That long wet tongue... grazing my skin... sliding inside of me…

I feel blood rushing to my cheeks, my hands over my lap, my eyes glued to them. God, why can’t I control my thoughts around him?

- “She blushes! How lovely... But I do like the love blush better...”

His voice gets lower and lower, almost whispered, purred on my mind.

- “When your blood runs madly on your veins, lighting a fire all over that delectable body of yours...”

Purred grunted whisper... My eyes, hungry for him, looking up.

- “Your sweet blood warming all of you, but concentrating on your pleasure core...”

I see his middle finger coming up, setting on his slightly parted lips and I feel a strange coldness between my thighs.

- “Right..”

He flexes his finger over his lips, and the coldness seems to caress me as well. It’s almost like...

- “There...!”

Purr.

A gasp almost escapes my throat but I am able to suppress it.

I see him scraping his teeth on the side of his finger slightly and my knob, already swollen with desire, feels it.
My walls pulse in response, as I see him biting down softly, my flesh feeling it again, the tip of his tongue patting the gloved finger inside his mouth, my hips almost impelling themselves towards the feeling.
He closes his eyes for a little, his tongue pressing on it, my body responding as if his tongue is tasting me, a moan trapped at cost inside my chest, my breasts begging for freedom, my nipples begging for his hands, my core begging for more...

I don’t even know where I am, my eyes can’t look away from his face, his eyes now half lidded, fiery and darkened, saying so much, promising heaven...
The palm of my hands spread over my thighs, my legs parting in instinct.

Oh God... Don’t stop...

I feel a hand on my right shoulder and my head snaps to the side, my eyes meeting celestial blue ones, the feelings fading.

- Isn’t that right girl? - Danielle inquired, smiling at me.

- Yeah... – I say, hoping that that is the right answer to her question.

- Hun, you know it’s been a while since we last talk, but it’s absurd that you feel like we are letting you out! – Jack said with a smile.

Oh! So that was it... They thought that my quietness was due to me feeling left out! I would have sighed from relief if it wasn’t so strange to do so.

- Yes hun, you are right. – I say, smiling, my hand going up over the table and grabbing his already extended one.

A growl echoes in my mind, but I try to dismiss it as I hear Jack talking about the mischief he and his sister did when they were younger. I could feel him looking at me, his eyes almost burning the skin were his glare passed.

I won’t look. I realised that he only had power over me when I looked at him.
That was why the feelings stopped once I diverted my eyes to look at Danielle.
So I forbade myself to look at him again.

Damn... What if he had continued? Would I have made the orgasm scene in the middle of the bloody restaurant? God... The shame...
Well, not like the movie scene... Because she was faking it... And my feelings weren’t faked... I could really feel his tongue on me, the light sucking and again the licking...

My eyes go to the demon again without my consent and I see him looking at me, the finger still over his lips, that he suddenly bites again, this time hard; I can feel it.
I gasp, my hands going to my navel, my legs clenching together.

- Hun is everything ok?

- “Pain and pleasure...” – He sing songs in my mind.

I look at Jack that has a concerned look on his face.

- “Kitties that misbehave have to be punished.” – He purrs in my mind.

Bloody bastard! I just want to go to his table and slap that smug smirk I know he has right out of his face.

- Yes... – I mumble, answering Jack’s question.

Go there and sink my nails on his face...

- “Oh please, do it draga mea... I might even enjoy it... And take you right here... over the table...”

I ignore him, although my body doesn’t do the same. Damned flesh... No, damned vampire! I cross my legs, in a subconscious gesture of protection.

- You don’t look well... Do you want to go to the bathroom or something?

I look at Danielle. Maybe it’s a good idea...

- “Humm... Not a bad idea at all... Away from the prying eyes of people... Maybe trap you in one of those cubicles, slam you against the wall with my body, your breasts squeezed against my chest... Rip your underwear and slide inside you, your back slamming against the wall with each thrust, your nails burying on my flesh, the scent of blood making me harder... My hands squeezing your marvellous buttocks, your wet walls squeezing me... fast and relentless... The fear of being caught... I can feel myself pulse thinking of it... I can almost feel your legs around my waist, your voice grunting: Go faster...”

Oh...
My...
God!

My crossed legs rubbed themselves together, teasing me, his voice aggressive and hoarse in my mind, my hands fisted on my lap pressing it... My body screams yes...

But reason wins the battle.

- No Dani, I’m fine... It’s just stomach cramps. – I say, half smiling and slightly breathless.

Throaty chuckle.

God, I so want to kill him right now...

- Oh! The monthly curse is coming huh? – Danielle puts her hand over my shoulder.

- Ok ladies, that is too much information for me.

We laugh and the waiter comes with our plates. Did they order for Danielle too? Damn I must have missed that when...

- “We were... playing pisicuta mea ademenitoare...”

I almost look at him again, but refrain myself. Ignore him. Yes, I have to ignore him. I am in a restaurant! Hell, I am with my boyfriend!

- So Danielle, how is work going? – I ask her, cutting the meat, while I saw Jack pouring some wine in my glass.

She starts talking about it and the usual complains, my boss is a jackass and others in that line of thought.

I smile and suddenly feel something touching my knee. Something familiar... and cold. Like the strange rope that bounded my wrists...
Like a soft wet tongue, only grazing the skin of my knees.

It stops.

I take the fork to my mouth.

And again the same feeling, but now pressing hard against my skin, making me gasp.

- Hun? – Jack is looking at me, frowning.

- Hot! – I say, trying to smile, as I feel my legs being uncrossed slowly.

- “Stop!”

Chuckle.

The tongue presses again against my knees and spread slowly over them, making me shudder. I can feel it going between my legs, to the back of my knees, and again shivers... It was like it was kissing the soft and sensitive skin. And then it started opening my legs, slowly but steadily.

I look at him, my eyes shinning in anger, glaring daggers at him.
But my body reacts immediately to the vision.
Him slouching on the chair, his eyes... God... Those red eyes... On his lips a smirk dances lazily, one of his arms dangling over the back of the chair and the other set over the table, the index and middle finger slightly apart.

I try to close my legs, but the hold on them is too strong. I see the fingers parting a little more, and my legs follow the movement of the gloved fingers.
I clench my teeth together.

- “Stop that!” – I hiss mentally at him.

He only smiles, a devilish, seductive, inviting smile, the point of a fang peeking between them, shining, his eyes two pools of moulting lava, making my body burn and my knees weak.

- “Why should I?” – Comes his purred answer, his fingers again parting a little more, my legs opening to him.

- “Because we are in a restaurant...”

My voice isn’t half as strong as I want it to be. It’s almost a whisper... My mind is dazed again... Oh no...

I see him lifting his hand so that only the tips of his fingers are touching the table. He then pulled it up and hit the table with them. I can feel the muscles of my legs tensing up. I try to move them.
I can’t!
I look down, again trying to move them, but they don’t obey my command.
I look again at him, piercing a piece of already cut meat with my fork angrily and putting it in my mouth.

- “In a restaurant... Indeed we are milady... But one eats for what one craves for... and my crave is not for food...”

His index finger passes over the table slowly, and I feel the strange cold wet tentacle slithering up the skin of my inner thigh, the combination of the sensation and the implications of his words, again making me shiver, goosebumps all over my skin.

I try desperately to fight the feeling, looking at Jack that is again talking to his sister about something I can’t understand. My mind feels dazed and seems concentrated on the sensations the vampire is provoking...
Damn him...
I try to steady my shaky hand, which goes to my glass. I grab it and take it to my lips, having the liquid all at once.

Jack looks at me, filling up my glass again and smiling...
A warm loving smile.
God...
I can’t allow this to happen...
I can’t...

- “And I, thinking I had tamed you... how wrong I was... I was very disappointed when I sensed you banning me from your house milady, very...”

I feel the tip of the tentacle where my thigh ends, dangerously close to my core.

- “Wasn’t it pleasurable? Didn’t you like feeling me?”

I feel it passing over my underwear, over my core that pulses in response, answering the call and calling back. The tip makes its way to the flesh, slithering inside my underwear...
I want it...
I divert my eyes from Jack to my plate. I can’t face him... I can’t...

I need to get out of here...

- “Not here Alucard! Not here!”

I feel my hand going to my glass, picking it up and going to my mouth, the liquid going down my throat. I panic: What is happening?

- “What are you doing?” – I snarl loudly in my mind, all realisations he is a monster escaping me, although he is showing me that right now.

- “Just showing you that...”

I feel my head snapping up, my eyes setting on him again. His hands together over his propped up elbows, only tips of fingers touching. I follow his right index finger passing over the small gap between the index and middle fingers of his left hand, the tentacle passing over my moist and swollen lips, my knob throbbing, a whimper, the sound in my mind only.

- “You are mine!”

I hear his groan echoing in my head, breath trapped inside my chest as I see his index finger enter between the index and middle finger, between my folds, inside my warm wet entrance, hitting the very bottom of me, making a moan fill my mind.

The tentacle slides out and again enters, this time slow, teasing me, the coldness inside me never reaching the bottom.

- “Showing you there is no escape, that you belong to me...”

His image starts getting blurry... The tip of the tentacle rubbing my pleasure core that pulses against it, and again entering, with no notice, filling me completely, making me moan again.
Oh God... I can’t...
I gain control over my eyes for a moment and they eagerly search for Jack’s. I frown. Didn’t he hear it? But... how?

- “Is that the matter that concerns you milady?”

My body would have jumped if it were under my control. A cold breath caresses my ear, his voice so close like he is right behind me. My eyes search for him, but the chair he was occupying a few moments ago is empty.
The feeling of slightly cold hands over my waist, lips setting on my ear making me shudder.

- “He cannot see me... Or hear the sweet vocalisations of your desire, draga mea...”

His hands pressing over my navel, the tentacle lingering inside me, pulsing.

- “Was not this what was bothering you? Him seeing you?”

I am about to answer when the tentacle gives a harder thrust, my walls contracting around it, a moan from the vampire... A low deep moan in that rich voice, making my nipples harden even more and my core contracting again.

- “Alucard, please... Stop...”

Oh God, I feel so helpless, so divided... I can see me moving like nothing is happening, but pleasure invades me.
I can feel his lips against my ear, small moans in his rich deep voice smooth making me shiver inside, his hands massaging my navel... It’s like I have no clothes on; I can feel that strange cold touch in my skin, the tentacle growing harder inside me with each smooth and slow thrust, my blood rushing all through my body...

Jack. Oh my God Jack...
I can’t do this to him...
I can’t...
I’m betraying him...
He looks at me and smiles again, saying something... I don’t know, but I feel like I’m laughing...
He loves me... Oh God... I feel an intense sadness clench at my chest.

- “Jack...”

I see him still talking... I know the vampire is making me answer, but I slowly start not caring. As the pleasure increases, my mind starts drifting to that blissful unawareness of my surroundings...
Only the feeling of the rubbing inside me, one of hands on my navel going to my breast and squeezing it, while the other goes further down my navel to my aching knob, a finger rubbing it, the rhythm following the one of his pants, out of synchrony with the member my walls are contracting around.

- “I can feel you like... I am inside you milady... I can feel what you are feeling also... Oh... It’s marvellous...”

Damn, I want touch him too... This... God... I want to touch him too...

- “This is not fair... I want to kiss you... I want to... Alucard...

The rhythm increases considerably, my eyes falling over the table the vampire was sitting a few minutes ago, subconsciously diverting my eyes from Jack, for me to fully appreciate the peek of pleasure... It’s coming... It’s...

I feel a cold hand leaving my breast and grabbing my chin harshly, and pushing it so that my eyes set on Jack’s face, the thrusts inside me going at an inhuman speed, the finger rubbing me even harder in circular movements, pleasure invading me at its fullest.

- “Look at him, look at his eyes, those big brown eyes. Look at him. He’s nothing! Look at him; unaware of the pleasure I am giving you. Totally unaware of how your walls are contracting around me, your fluids coating all of me inside you. Totally unaware of your betrayal.”

A loud scream of ecstasy and an animalistic growl of pleasure echoes in my mind. Jack’s eyes divert to me in this moment, full of the love and comprehension I always see in them. I feel violated, raped... and satisfied.

Ashamed.

As I come down from my high, my mind is silent.

I don’t even have strength to scold and curse the vampire, which I still feel beside me, his lips over my ear, the slow breaths grazing my skin.
And I suddenly realise that... I don’t want him to leave...
Damn...

- “You are mine iubita mea. He will never give you this. Never.”

His voice speaks tenderly, low and almost sympathetically. Sorrow. I feel the tentacle pulling away from me, his arms wrapping around my waist, what I think to be his forehead setting over my shoulder.

- “After me you will never want to be with another. No pleasure compares to this. I have ruined you. And you are mine an only mine now.”

I realise that it was not a matter of having or not strength to curse him. I just… don’t want to.

- “Iubirea mea...

- “Alucard...”

- “Do you understand?”

A thought passes my mind.

- “No.” – His answer.

Silence. The turmoil of feelings inside me is so grand that it seems my mind closed them. I feel... nothing. Absolutely nothing.

His arms leave me. The pressure of his forehead on my shoulder disappears.
I slowly star to feel my body like it’s my own again, and my head slumps forward, as I try to stifle a whimper.

Jack.

- Hun, what is it? Is it the pain again?

I can’t look up. I just... can’t.

- Yes.

A hand on my shoulder.

- Want to go to the bathroom girl?

I look at Danielle for a while and make an attempt to smile, which by her expression, failed miserably.

- Yes.

I get up and see her doing the same. Putting my hand on her shoulder I try again to smile, this time succeeding.

- No need to go with me. I’ll be right back, just need to freshen up.

When I got to the bathroom I almost ran to one of the stools. I closed the door and with my back to it I gave two deep breaths, trying to calm myself. No use. A tear rolled down my face, my shaky body sliding against the door.
Other tears followed, the tension of the past hour taking over me.

Why?

His answer: No.
My question: Will you stay with me?

Then why?

What does he want from me...? And why can’t I make myself hate him?

He’s going to leave me. I know he is. Why doesn’t he leave me alone?

I get up, opening the stool. I turned the water and cleaned my face, covering any indication of my tears.
I can’t allow this to happen.
Jack loves me. And he will be with me. Always. I have to make the vampire see this.
A claw clenches at my heart at the thought of not seeing the vampire ever again.

Shit. It can’t be.

I can’t be... No, I just can’t.

I dismiss the dangerous course of my thoughts and look at the mirror.
I love Jack.
And that is it.



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If anyone wants to know, the piccie from the desktop is:

http: // www5e. biglobe .ne .jp/ ~solid /e04 / 04-12-6 . html /just take the spaces out/

And Alucard\'s look is inspired on this one:

http: // www5e .biglobe .ne .jp/ ~solid/ e05/ 05-04-25 . html