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Entry tags:
Marble Gallery
Characters: Alucard & anyone who wishes to join him
Setting: First Block - Floor Thirteen
Format: Prose
Summary: Alucard surfaces from hiding and comes across the one floor he feels he needs.
Warnings: none
In the distant past, for anyone in the tower to come across the forlorn dhampir was a rarity, but the past few weeks had been exceptional. Alucard had been counting the days since that moment, that lapse of hungry desperation when he had given in to his undead, vampiric tendencies. But what was worse than the act of feeding on the dead was that others had seen him do it. Innocents had been witness to his true nature (as he liked to call it) and this had affected him so greatly, had wounded him so irreparably, that he felt unable to show his face again.
A creature of the night like Alucard found great ease in hiding, with his impressive skill set it was effortless for him to phase into a cool, eerie mist to avoid detection. Nobody thought twice to examine the chilling air around them.
He had expected to live in hiding, but staying in the same area for more than a few days was a great strain on his mind. The same four walls were enough to drive a normal, healthy man to depression so it had been nigh unbearable for the dhampir to stay put for more than a day or so.
In Alucard's solitude he had found one place he took solace in. On the thirteenth floor of the first block he had recently come across the architecture of a grandiose cathedral. He spent a great deal of his time here, consumed by prayer and thought, contemplating his past actions and what was to become of him.
In this quietness a deep, and very secret part of the half-breed thought on the few companions he had made in the tower, an odd mix of emotions welling in him. He battled with the desire to see these people whilst fully knowing the threat he posed to them. It was a dilemma that he did not know how to remedy.
The vast halls of the cathedral were solemn and quiet today, more so than Alucard felt they had been for a while. In the background he could see
the ritual of a Mass being performed, watching from a distance with cool, glassy eyes. It was some time before he pulled away from the spectacle and moved to a less populated area of his favourite floor.
Towards the back of the cathedral stood an ornately carved box with two hip-length curtains in a shade of deep red. A confessional that was (in Alucard's experience) never occupied. A moment's pause before he pulled back one of the curtains, stepping inside the penitent's compartment, and shutting the curtain behind him he sat down gingerly, staring through the wooden lattice and the neighbouring, empty compartment.
The dhampir spoke, it had been weeks since he had.
"I should be so lucky to speak with a priest."
A pause before he continued.
"What would I even say to a priest if there were one here. Forgive me of my sins?" a bitter-sweet chuckle as he idly shook his head, the idea of forgiveness far from his mind. "How men find comfort in confessing their woes, and how I envy them." his hand reached up and lackadaisically he stroked the back of his gloved fingers against the intricate carvings of the lattice. "Hm..." he hummed in a solemn, melodic tone "I wonder what is to become of me in this place."
Setting: First Block - Floor Thirteen
Format: Prose
Summary: Alucard surfaces from hiding and comes across the one floor he feels he needs.
Warnings: none
In the distant past, for anyone in the tower to come across the forlorn dhampir was a rarity, but the past few weeks had been exceptional. Alucard had been counting the days since that moment, that lapse of hungry desperation when he had given in to his undead, vampiric tendencies. But what was worse than the act of feeding on the dead was that others had seen him do it. Innocents had been witness to his true nature (as he liked to call it) and this had affected him so greatly, had wounded him so irreparably, that he felt unable to show his face again.
A creature of the night like Alucard found great ease in hiding, with his impressive skill set it was effortless for him to phase into a cool, eerie mist to avoid detection. Nobody thought twice to examine the chilling air around them.
He had expected to live in hiding, but staying in the same area for more than a few days was a great strain on his mind. The same four walls were enough to drive a normal, healthy man to depression so it had been nigh unbearable for the dhampir to stay put for more than a day or so.
In Alucard's solitude he had found one place he took solace in. On the thirteenth floor of the first block he had recently come across the architecture of a grandiose cathedral. He spent a great deal of his time here, consumed by prayer and thought, contemplating his past actions and what was to become of him.
In this quietness a deep, and very secret part of the half-breed thought on the few companions he had made in the tower, an odd mix of emotions welling in him. He battled with the desire to see these people whilst fully knowing the threat he posed to them. It was a dilemma that he did not know how to remedy.
The vast halls of the cathedral were solemn and quiet today, more so than Alucard felt they had been for a while. In the background he could see
the ritual of a Mass being performed, watching from a distance with cool, glassy eyes. It was some time before he pulled away from the spectacle and moved to a less populated area of his favourite floor.
Towards the back of the cathedral stood an ornately carved box with two hip-length curtains in a shade of deep red. A confessional that was (in Alucard's experience) never occupied. A moment's pause before he pulled back one of the curtains, stepping inside the penitent's compartment, and shutting the curtain behind him he sat down gingerly, staring through the wooden lattice and the neighbouring, empty compartment.
The dhampir spoke, it had been weeks since he had.
"I should be so lucky to speak with a priest."
A pause before he continued.
"What would I even say to a priest if there were one here. Forgive me of my sins?" a bitter-sweet chuckle as he idly shook his head, the idea of forgiveness far from his mind. "How men find comfort in confessing their woes, and how I envy them." his hand reached up and lackadaisically he stroked the back of his gloved fingers against the intricate carvings of the lattice. "Hm..." he hummed in a solemn, melodic tone "I wonder what is to become of me in this place."
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Frightened of him, as all the others were.
Alucard pulled his hand away from Haldir's cheek slowly, whilst at the same time releasing his other hand from the elf's. For a moment he glanced down at the backs of his fingers that had brushed against his companion's face and the sorrow that showed in Alucard's expression was so intense that the very aura of it was palpable in the air. He was filled with such regret now, revolted by the sight of himself for even thinking he had the right to be so close to Haldir.
His head rose, and he quickly moved to rub his thumb over his right eye. "Forgive me, I forgot myself." a pause as he desperately tried to find the words he needed to say "I should not have done that, or asked that of you." How could he have been so presumptuous, now he truly felt the fool.
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He never bothered to wander into such an establishment before, not even in during his time on Middle-earth. The Elf was ultimately seemed uninterested in human culture to his colleagues, but that couldn't be any further from the truth. He's completely fascinated with human architecture despite the elvish haughtiness he's famous for.
Gazing up at the grand cathedral with a look of awe upon his fair features, Haldir's gaze soon lingered upon Alucard's form once he found an empty pew. "Come sit." he instructed plainly.
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And quite suddenly it dawned on him, his feelings towards Haldir were more than simple companionship. He was attracted to the elf, to everything about him, and this made Alucard feel afraid.
Alucard turned to look at Haldir, his expression on the verge of tears, and he spoke. Never before had the dhampir's voice held such emotion, the only exception being in that horrific dreamworld he had experienced months hence.
"I cannot." he said, each word tender and wounded as the realisation of his feelings were beginning to crystalise. His stomach was churning and he felt light-headed, but being the naive and often blunt creature he was he did not have the common sense to hold back his thoughts. "Haldir, something in me is... changing." Alucard looked away now, as if ashamed of himself "My eyes don't see you the way they did when I first met you, and my intentions are not as wholesome as they should be." a deep breath as he continued "Where once was a desire for mere friendship now stems a longing for a touch, a sensation. Please forgive me, I don't know why or when my intentions changed as they have done but now I feel an unnatural desire and-" he paused "-I put you in jeopardy with these feelings."
Alucard took a step backwards, as if not to pollute Haldir with himself. "Forgive me-" he said again "-I should leave."
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"No, don't leave." he said quietly. "How could you possibly want to leave so soon after admitting something like that? Are you not the least bit interested in my reply?"
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Alucard feared what Haldir might say, what the elf might feel in response to his confession. In the dhampir's mind it was easier to leave with no reply, than to stay and hear words he was not prepared to cope with.
That said, Alucard did not pull away, he stood still as Haldir clung to the cuff of his sleeve. Alucard's free hand rose and he pressed his fingers and thumb down on the bridge of his nose, as if doing so would relieve the pressure in his head. "I don't know why I said what I said..." he added absentmindedly.