Sleeping at the foot of the bed
WHO: Alucard Dracul (toothsomehound)
WHAT: Alucard drags his new master back to her home and discovers the joy of beds.
WHERE: Integral's house
WHEN: Post-explosion
He found her home by following her finger. By the time they'd gotten to the manse, though, Integral was asleep, her long bloody hair a curtain of silk over his shoulders. The key he located by rummaging in her pockets, the door by following the garden path. As he locked the door behind them he staggered, swooned- Alucard caught himself on the railing to the stairs. A shudder ran through him.
He heard a bark, then an answering cry from the other side of the building. A moment later two well-groomed German Shepard dogs ran up to them, tails wagging, noses sniffing. Holding still while they sniffed him seemed to work, because they finished and sat. "Good dogs," he praised. Now to see how smart they were. "I must take your master to bed, my handsome boys." At the word bed their ears pricked and they were off up the stairs. When he didn't follow they paused to look at him.
Snorting to himself in amusement, Alucard followed, taking note of the place as he went. It was dimly lit, sumptuously decorated and yet somehow barren at the same time. He peeked into a door that was slightly ajar and saw a room- it looked like an office- that had obviously seen more use than the front room combined. The dogs started to follow him- and their master- after a while. He let them. Alucard always had loved dogs. If his hands hadn't been filled with the weight of his master, he would have been on his knees already, petting them and checking their teeth, their paws, their eyes.
He nudged a door opened with his foot and was relieved to see it was her bedroom, as evidenced by the fairly pretentious bed dead center in. He chuckled a little weakly. If Integral had heard him say that, she would probably have hit him, hard. Alucard shook himself and walked over to the side of the bed, letting her down gently. Moving to take off her shoes, he staggered again and this time fell. He was pulled into consciousness by the feeling of a wet, snuffling nose on his face. "Ah, a good dog indeed. I see Cincinel and Toby are not the only ones." He took his body's cue, though, and after finishing his task, looked around. He saw nothing like a chair for sleeping in, and he had no love of the floor.
Hoping his master would forgive him, he staggered to the other side of the bed and lay down, brows knitting in pain as he did so. Alucard remembered his bloody suit just in time and lay belly-down on the bed to avoid soiling it. Anything past that was beyond him- his eyes slid shut and stayed that way.
The dogs jumped up and lay at their feet, watching.
WHAT: Alucard drags his new master back to her home and discovers the joy of beds.
WHERE: Integral's house
WHEN: Post-explosion
He found her home by following her finger. By the time they'd gotten to the manse, though, Integral was asleep, her long bloody hair a curtain of silk over his shoulders. The key he located by rummaging in her pockets, the door by following the garden path. As he locked the door behind them he staggered, swooned- Alucard caught himself on the railing to the stairs. A shudder ran through him.
He heard a bark, then an answering cry from the other side of the building. A moment later two well-groomed German Shepard dogs ran up to them, tails wagging, noses sniffing. Holding still while they sniffed him seemed to work, because they finished and sat. "Good dogs," he praised. Now to see how smart they were. "I must take your master to bed, my handsome boys." At the word bed their ears pricked and they were off up the stairs. When he didn't follow they paused to look at him.
Snorting to himself in amusement, Alucard followed, taking note of the place as he went. It was dimly lit, sumptuously decorated and yet somehow barren at the same time. He peeked into a door that was slightly ajar and saw a room- it looked like an office- that had obviously seen more use than the front room combined. The dogs started to follow him- and their master- after a while. He let them. Alucard always had loved dogs. If his hands hadn't been filled with the weight of his master, he would have been on his knees already, petting them and checking their teeth, their paws, their eyes.
He nudged a door opened with his foot and was relieved to see it was her bedroom, as evidenced by the fairly pretentious bed dead center in. He chuckled a little weakly. If Integral had heard him say that, she would probably have hit him, hard. Alucard shook himself and walked over to the side of the bed, letting her down gently. Moving to take off her shoes, he staggered again and this time fell. He was pulled into consciousness by the feeling of a wet, snuffling nose on his face. "Ah, a good dog indeed. I see Cincinel and Toby are not the only ones." He took his body's cue, though, and after finishing his task, looked around. He saw nothing like a chair for sleeping in, and he had no love of the floor.
Hoping his master would forgive him, he staggered to the other side of the bed and lay down, brows knitting in pain as he did so. Alucard remembered his bloody suit just in time and lay belly-down on the bed to avoid soiling it. Anything past that was beyond him- his eyes slid shut and stayed that way.
The dogs jumped up and lay at their feet, watching.