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Nocturne
in the Moonlight ~ The Cup of Eternal Love
~ Prologue
~
The wind
blew softly, running its icy fingers through the long, flowing tendrils of
pale, almost white blond hair. But neither the chill of the night, nor the cool
breeze bringing small crystals of snow bothered him.
He was a
dhampire, a child of the sun, a creature of the moon. A man born of a mortal
with human blood coursing through her veins, but still, he was feared by so
many. For his father was an aristocrat, a vampire; and he was not just any
vampire.
His father
was the master of all things lurking in the shadows. He was Count Vlad Tepes,
also known by the name of Dracula. He would rise again, that much everyone
knew. And if all went well, no one would hear of the Count in another hundred
years or so.
The
seeming ageless young man stood in the shadows, wished to be seen by no one
save one.
He could
hear the young mortal’s chest rise and fall, making the bedcover rustle, just
slightly audible for a human. But then again, this pale young man wasn’t human,
and never had he claimed to be.
The object
of his interest was the young mortal man of the Belmont family, the most
capable family of vampire hunters.
Open
your eyes, Richter. Let me see those beautiful eyes, even if just once more... he thought, trying
to make himself audible to the sleeping mortal, lying so peaceful in the web of
his dreams.
Why he
felt such an urge to see those eyes again, he didn’t quite understand. It was
almost as if he couldn’t resist it; coming there, in the middle of the night
knowing that Richter would surely be asleep still, after what Shaft had put him
through. Only to feel his presence, even from this far, to see him, smell him,
hear his heart beat...
My
beautiful one. Hear my call. See me for what I truly am... You, the puzzle of
my life, why do you entice me so..?
The small
fairie on his shoulder sighed, and rested its small chin on its even smaller
hand, wondering when his friend would ever stop gazing his vampiric stares at
that mere mortal. Suddenly, the serene man moved forward a step, vaporizing
into a thick, almost graspable mist. The small fairie gave to an unmistakably
annoyed grunt, since she had just begun to settle in among the folds of the black
cape. She decided, she wouldn’t be able to follow where her pale friend went,
so she zig-zagged over to a small flower, sitting herself down on one of the
petals.
The mist
moved slowly forward, creeping its way to the house and the window to the young
mortal’s bedroom, seeping in ever so slowly. As soon as all mist was inside the
walls of the bedroom, it began materializing into the shape of a man once
again. His long blond hair flowed down his shoulders, over the cape he always
wore, and his paler-than-pale amber eyes glowed in the darkness. The pale long
eyelashes fluttered as he beheld the mortal, lying so defenseless in his sleep.
He felt how his own heartbeat sped to a rushed pace, and he, through human
instinct, put his hand to his chest. Though nothing was there to read in his
face, he felt so weak in the presence of this mortal. But why? Why did this
mortal man bring such puzzling feelings to his frozen heart? Ever since they
had first met, in battle, had he felt something begin to stir in his chest and
gut.
In spite
of himself, he moved closer to the bed, watching how Richter’s chest rose and
fell with every breath he took. In even worse defiance of Richter’s privacy, he
sat down on the bed, weighing it down just barely. In total, and absolute fascination,
he studied the face of this mortal lying beside him, not even stirring the
slightest in his presence.
You
puzzle me, my sweet mortal. he thought once again, Open your eyes. Feel my
presence. Hear my voice!! he demanded. When Richter only turned to lie on
his back, revealing a sculpted chest and abdomen, the pale intruder’s eyes went
wide, and he jumped off the side of the bed. In his oblivious sleep, Richter
turned to his side with a small moan, and then back again on his back.
Glistening beads of sweat showed on his brow, and his bangs were slicked to his
face, which in turn was contorted in what resembled pain. He moaned once again,
and to his intruder’s utter fear he called out in his sleep.
"Aahh....A-Alucard!!"
Only then
did the pale one see it, sense it, smell it. The arousal; the smell of it
filling his nostrils like the most entoxicating drug. The sound and smell of
blood pumping through Richter’s veins, mixing with the scent of his skin and
blood-filled manhood, made the blond dhampire mad with lust.
But it
also made his mind race in a fear he had never known before, not even when
fighting the most horrid creations and creatures, spirits and undead.
It was he,
that Richter dreamt of. Not his wife Anette ... but him!
He was out
of the room before Richter’s rasping breath heaved not even once more.
*****
Morning
came, and as the sunshine made its way into Richter’s room, he lazily pulled
the pillow over his face; indeed it was the perfect shield against the bright
light. He exhaled a long slow breath, and tried to wake up without any rush. Nice
and calm, he thought, that’s the trick...
He
pondered over the option of actually getting out of bed, and closing the
curtains, when a small set of knocks came from the door.
"Enter,
if you will..." came his tired response, and instantly he heard the door
open, only moments before he felt tender arms wrap around his neck, discarding
the pillow.
"Richter,
darling!! You are awake!!" the soft female voice cheered at him, trembling
with joy, and so, he squinted his eyes open.
Soft,
blond, curly waves of hair caressed his face, and he lovingly put a kiss to the
temple of his beloved wife.
"Anette,
my sweet... How I have missed you!"
The young
woman pulled back, only just enough to kiss her husband. She ran her fingers
through his chocolate brown locks of long, flowing hair and rested her head on
his chest.
"...I
thought you would never wake up!" she sighed, "I was so afraid that
you would never wake up from those nightmares haunting you..."
"Nightmares?"
Richter asked, confused as he was at her statement, "...did I suffer from
nightmares, my sweet?"
"Well,
yes..." she said, looking him straight into his dark brown eyes, but then
looked down, shame glowing in her eyes, "I could hear you through the door,
but the good doctor told me that it would be best to leave you be...let you
rest..."
"Oh
... Well, if the doctor gave you that advice, I’m sure you did the right thing
following it." Richter smiled and kissed Anette’s forehead. She returned
his smile and lay her head back on his chest. As she fondled with the dark,
curly hair on his chest, she softly asked him:
"Richter...
What did you dream about?"
With a
sigh, he answered her, running a hand through her locks of spun gold:
"I
don’t quite remember... but, it was something about that man who saved me from
the clutches of Shaft..." he yawned and stretched a bit, before settling
into the warm, cosy sheets, "There was something about that man, Anette...
I cannot quite forget about him..."
He sighed,
and stopped talking, contemplating the appearance of the man who had fought him
in the castle of Count Dracula.
"Tell
me about him, my love." his wife whispered in the silence, stroking his
chest in soothing, circling motions.
"...you
should have seen him Anette," Richter began dreamily, and closed his eyes
to better be able to visualize the mysterious man, "Every shadow sought
him, as a moth to a flame, but still, he almost seemed to glow ... He wore the
darkest cape, black, it was. And underneath it was the finest garb of clothes
you could imagine. Come to think of it... he must have been a very wealthy man,
to wear such fine clothes. Everything he wore had such a splendor, even down to
the boots and the black leather gloves ..."
"...
Tell me more, love ..." Anette murmured, drifting off to sleep, soothed by
his warm, lullying voice. So, he told her more.
"...
His skin held the strangest luster, and he seemed to have been cut from the
pale moon itself, but still, everything about his appearance shone like the sun
on a cool summer’s day..." he thought back to what few things he had
registered about the man, and went on:
"His
eyes... They were the palest shade of gold brown, with almost a milky touch to
them, hypnotizing, they were. And his hair.. Oh, you should have seen that
hair, my sweet!! Long, pale blond hair, so serene in its appearance, and
resting on his shoulders were the softest curls, cascading down his back ... I
tell you, my sweet, that if any man as beautiful as he ever walked the earth,
he must surely be of the heavens ..."
Richter
stopped in his tracks, as he heard how soft, and steady his wife breathed on
his chest, and as he looked at her, he saw how she was already sound asleep.
Well, he thought, I was
planning on spending the day in bed... and pulled the small woman closer
and pulled the cover over her as well, as he settled for a well deserved day of
resting with his wife.