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A little lost at first, yes. He's not the best with words of comfort. Certainly physical affection is what he feels he can provide to you the most in this moment. The silent knowledge that he's there for you. He'll listen dutifully if you're calm enough to talk. A hand rubbing circles into your back to help you calm down.

Seras has grown accustomed to having Alucard appear before her with a cryptic question for her to answer before he disappears again. It stopped scaring Seras a while ago. Now, she just laughs to herself once he's gone. It was nice to see Alucard acting so... normal. To see him caring about things that might've once seemed out of his grasp; love, a relationship, a partner.

Alucard doesn't like to waste time with you, nor does he like to draw things out needlessly. If he has an issue he explains it with clean sincerity and works with you on how to solve it. Drawing out his troubles isn't something he finds pleasure in. He doesn't want your pity be he doesn't want to play a guessing game, either.

This mindset can, unfortunately, clash with someone who's a little more emotional- a little more human. We all have our faults and when you decide to keep an issue to yourself rather than simply explain it to him... he doesn't get it. He doesn't know what makes you hide this issue from him. Has he done something that has made you trust him less? Are you not comfortable with him? Perhaps it's past encounters with other people, childhood, or parental-related things that have caused you to act this way in the long run. But he'll get irritated when he asks you and you respond with a statement that is blatantly brushing his concern off. He knows there's something wrong. He's even asking you to share it. If you weren't comfortable, then tell him! But you don't tell him that you're uncomfortable talking about it. You simply give him the 'nothing's wrong' or the 'im okay.' Well somethings wrong. You're acting different. Alucard will stew over it for a while, pondering how to go about this. Voicing his irritation might not be the best idea. He doesn't want to push you further into the hole he's managed to wrangle you halfway out of when you admit that yes, something is wrong. But he also doesn't want you to continue this into the future. He's practically on his knees when you finally tell him. Honestly, Alucard doesn't know how you manage to reduce him to something so pathetic. But maybe that's what you wanted. Humans were quite odd. Maybe you wanted him desperate to hear your troubles. Whatever the issue is, if you explain it loud and clear and to-the-point, he'll do everything in his power to fix it. You feel like he's not giving you enough attention? He'll ask you how he can improve. What would you like to see from him more? He can do anything. Anything. In cases like these, his pride is almost helpful.

Anything, and he'll try his damndest to make it better. There's no point in being stubborn with things that can only help. No point in refusing to change his behaviors for the better. If he refused, wouldn't that make him a bad partner? He doesn't want to be a bad partner. Communication issues? He'll study hard. Miscommunications? He'll explain it clean and precise. And vice versa with you. Alucard isn't shy to tell you his troubles. He isn't shy to tell you that he'd like you to be clear and blunt with him. It won't hurt his feelings. He likes to know how you feel. He likes to hear your opinion and any criticisms you might have on his behaviors within the relationship. He will listen with genuine interest. He sugar coats his words with you. Not intensely, but enough to get his point across while avoiding hurting your feelings. He knows his bluntness can sometimes be mistaken for rudeness. You're on the more sensitive side out of the two of you.

You’d said you were engaged. Engaged?? Ridiculous. To whom?? 

He stays in the shadows after that, constantly lurking and watching from the darkness. It fills your everyday life with a sense of dread and paranoia that actually worked in his favor. Because of this, you’d become much more skittish but much more clingy to anyone who offered you help. 

He decided to make his appearance once more after a week of this, gently taking your side while you were on an outing in town by yourself. You seem fearful at first, but after a moment you realize that with him by your side you no longer feel like you're being watched. It sends a wave of relief through you and you subconsciously begin to associate feeling safe by being with him. You accept him this time and agree to meet with him tomorrow for dinner. 

The dinner itself was gorgeous. He’d chosen a restaurant you’d never been able to afford to go to and you spend most of your time admiring the decor. He never ate, you realized when he declined the waiter. His plate remained empty and his eyes remained on you. Such an odd color they were, a strange shade of brown and they almost appeared red in this lighting. 

He’d spent most of his time infatuated. Obsessed with how your clothes fitted your body, how your expressions changed, your lips, your eyes, your voice. Half of him though… mulled over the idea that you were engaged. In all the time he’d watched you he’d never seen you with another person. Your home was decorated with only stuff that you like, and your bed remained empty and devoid of a second body. Had you lied to him? A lie like this he wouldn't mind. 

You had. You tell him once the dinner is over and tack a soft apology onto it. You’d lied. It makes him smile, actually. You were scared he'd have been angry… but you'd never seen this prince from afar angry. Always so patient. Why were you scared of him in the first place…? Falling under the lulling spell of a vampire’s eyes, you’ve forgotten that originally… he had made you feel hunted. 

Outings with him begin to start earlier and earlier in the day and stretch farther and farther in the night. He always likes to be inside buildings and never outside for too long. He’d told you he has a sensitive complexion, that he burns easily. You’d bring a parasol for him after that. He loves it. 

The almost friendly affair between you and Alucard begins to scrape along the verge of seductively romantic. You’d tried to fight the feeling originally, but it felt as if you were trying to trudge through sweet molasses. It almost panicked you for some reason you could not recall why… but you found that letting yourself sink beneath the syrup was much more comforting and mindless. 

Let it happen, you’d often hear a voice whispering in your mind. It wasn't yours. This voice in your head was deep and throaty and brought with it a deep attraction. You found yourself listening to it more and more, sinking in deeper for him. More and more- you wanted his eyes to remain on your longer, his hands to linger on your skin firmer, and his lips to come closer. 

The tension that was building in your subconscious and winding its thorny vines into every aspect of your life eventually caught fire one night. He’d walked you home just like he always did and took up your hand gently in his larger one to press his lips to your knuckles… just like he always did. It drew a sudden sigh from you, one you’d always held in until now. His eyes met yours immediately from under dark lashes as he stood slowly, still holding your hand. You found yourself stepping closer, gripping his lapels and desperately asking for a kiss. 

“On the lips, please.” You whispered, rising onto tippy-toes desperately. You’d genuinely shocked him. His charm had not been laid on so thickly to make you act in such desperation- this was all you, your actions on your own accord. It was not unwelcome. 

Smoothly, he leans down, gloved fingers sliding through your hair to cup the back of your head and neck to kiss you. It’s one you hold with him, your arms winding around his neck to keep him there. Alucard melts against you, pulling you tighter, closer against him when your hands grab at his hair. It’s soft in your fingers. In fact, you’d had many fantasies of braiding it. Those inky black locks spill halfway down his back in gorgeous shiny waves.

After that, he does not relent. Your relationship becomes one you will never find your way out of. 

And then he slips up. Kissing you spurs his bloodlust. He'd always always pull away before his fangs could breach his glamor and poke your lips… but this time he couldn't. You hadn't let him. If he wasn't terrified of you finding out about how monstrous he is he'd have found it more amusing. Your soft and desperate pleads for more, more kisses. This time, he hadn't pulled away fast enough, hadn't unwound your arms from him quick enough. 

You blinked your eyes open, tensing when you'd felt two distinct pricks on your bottom lip. 

“Ouch…” you mumbled and pulled away from him, saliva still connecting the two of you. Before you’d parted, he’d gotten a taste of your blood. A swipe of the tongue had him digging his fingers into your hips painfully with the strain of holding back that carnal lust for blood.

“Alu…” your voice trails off when you see them. Those two elongated canines between his parted lips. 

“It's you?!” Your expression darkens in disgust for yourself. 

He’s been the vampire?! The mysterious vampire said to be killing person after person and leaving them sucked dry? 

“My love-” he tries, but you shove his chest and back up against your door to try and open it. 

“Get away from me.” You seeth. You can't describe how you feel. Your longing for him has not dissipated in the slightest, but it's met with equal amounts of shame. Shame for how you'd constantly longed for more. Longed for his teeth on your skin long before knowing what he was. 

Tears come when you cannot get the door open- not because you're scared- but because even now, even when you know him as the monster behind the man your desire does not dissipate and you find yourself sinking below the sweet syrup of him once again.

You let him embrace you, let him coo into your ear about how he’d never hurt you. About how he’d done it all for your sake. How he’d drank the blood of others to keep himself off of you. You're melting. You hate how you cling to him even now as he presses his nose to your temple and kisses down your face. He shushes you softly as you cry against him, punching at his chest weakly. Alucard doesn't budge, only cards a slender hand through your hair and promises you that; “You’re safe with me, always and forever.” 

You let him into your home that night

Alucard is an incredibly tender lover. He does not rush you and he’s endlessly patient with you. He takes you slowly, relishing in every sound, every motion, every feeling. He logs all your expressions into his memories and he keeps you fitted tight against him with firm hands and strong arms.

You're his beloved, after all. His darling, his wife. He would never think of putting a harsh hand upon you.