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Who: Integra and Soma
When: Friday night
Where: Stoker house.
Summary: Alucard just might have made a mistake when he forced Soma's bad side out...
Warnings: Potential neck biting, and all that fun vampire stuff.

The middle of the night; this late in the evening, most of the residents of the Stoker House were well into sleep. There was one individual roaming the halls, however, especially since the ones he felt posed the biggest threat to him were no longer present. The things he could do when left to his own devices... he paused, a smirk curling up on his face, before he turned around, retracing his steps to the room of a certain... interest of his.

Silly woman, leaving the door unlocked; it swung open easily, and he quietly entered the room to stare at her sleeping figure. It was almost painful to look at, really; she resembled love lost so much it made his heart ache. A long moment of silence passed before he stepped forward, coming to a stop at the edge of her bed, a hand poised to reach out. Perhaps if he hadn't been so concerned with preserving her humanity, none of that would have happened. If he could just...

...his hand reached out, fingers gently touching golden hair, watching it fall away from her neck...

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It was true. With the vampires out and about, dinner done and over with, and nothing to do, Integra had retired early herself. Usually, she was the type to stay up a good portion of the night, and sleep for a few hours before getting up to start all over again.

This evening had been different, though; she'd felt ungodly tired for no particular reason, really, and so immediately after dinner she had excused herself and had wandered upstairs and into bedroom, practically passing out as soon as her head hit the pillow.

It would be of no surprise that she hadn't heard him enter the room, he'd been so silent about it, after all, but Integra was a light sleeper for the most part. After all, how many attempts on her life while she slept had she had? Many... the ones her own vampiric servant hadn't bothered to catch, deeming them 'lessons', just in case he weren't around.

This came in handy now, because a moment or two after that light touch to her hair, her cold blue eyes were opened, gun poised right at "Soma"'s head. Until she realized it was him, of course. Frowning, the young knight lowered her weapon, blinking a few times.

Unfortunately for her, she did not have her glasses on, and as such, she couldn't quite see his eyes to detect the shift in him. Not yet, at least.

"...Soma, what on earth are you doing?"

Soma leaned back, not so much because he was worried about the gun (though that would put a bit of a damper on things) but more from surprise. That was a quicker response than he had anticipated; the woman was sharp, he would give her that much. The fact that she didn't seem to realize just who it was made him narrow his eyes in slight annoyance.

"You must truly be blind for being unable to see what stands before you, woman," he intoned, voice clearly different from the slightly accented Japanese boy. "I fear what you may do with that pointless weapon of yours."

Of course, he could not resist a sarcastic comment in there.

Integra's eyes widened a fraction, before they narrowed slightly. Sitting up, she calmly reached for her glasses, sitting on the nightstand, and slipped them onto her face, before glancing back at him.

"...Count, then. You do go by Count, correct?" she asked, a slender brow arching in question. She dropped the gun down into her lap at that last comment of his, her shoulders shrugging.

"My weapon is hardly pointless, quite effective against creatures of the night, really. However, I wouldn't dare use something like that on you... after all, you linger in the body of a mortal. Why are you here?"

Her question meant more than just 'why are you in my room?'. It also meant 'why are you controlling Soma right now?', or at least something along those lines.

"I've been given many names, and taken on others for myself," Dracula replied casually, stepping away and turning his back to her, as if she posed no threat to him. He settled himself down in a chair, a slight smirk on his face.

...fascinating. This was Soma looking confident.

"It means little to me what term you decide to use in reference to me," he continued as if he hadn't paused. "As for why I'm here... well, it seems your friend was very helpful in that regard."

He looked extraordinarily pleased with that, red eyes gleaming slightly in the dim light.

Technically, he was correct; while he remained in Soma's body, she really was no threat to him. She wouldn't dare take the risk of harming the young man, after all... unless things went horribly, horribly wrong.

"You must be referring to Alucard," came her bland reply, although inwardly she was furious. Of course this would be his fault. She'd heard about that little incident, of course, the vampire had bragged to her about it until she'd shot his face off about twenty times and stormed off.

Sitting up, she reached over and turned on the lamp on the nightstand. Like hell she'd give him the advantage of the darkness. Throwing the covers off of herself, she simply sat on the edge of the bed and crossed her left leg over her right, as though this was a normal, every day occurence for her.

...Well, technically, it was, just with a different Dracula.

"Well, then, Count," she began, feeling odd calling someone other than Alucard by that title, "I had wondered when I would get the chance to meet you, or if I ever would. Just like your counterpart, my servant, you seem to have a knack for showing up at the wrong time and disturbing my sleep. Tell me, what else do you have in common with him, hm?"

Dracula did not immediately respond, though his eyes didn't leave her form. His expression had sobered, and for a moment it looked like he was seeing into her, more than looking at her. It was a long moment before the smirk finally returned, and he leaned back in the chair, looking like he would have felt more comfortable with a glass of wine in his hand.

"Yes, I have to thank your servant," he finally replied, the title coming out as a sneer. "It seems his tampering broke down the barrier that separates the sides of myself just ever so slightly. A relief, of course; I would have hated to wait until the next All Hallows to be freed again."

That pleased look was coming back to his face. "As for what we have in common, it seems to be very little, though I have to give your pet credit for being ridiculously stubborn."

Integra didn't like the way he was looking at her, but that was something she wasn't about to let him in on. Her neutral expression never changed, although she did reach up to slide her fingers underneath her glasses to rub at an eye.

"I will have to ask you, then, to please act like a civilized gentleman, if you so insist on taking over Soma's body. If I find out that any humans have been harmed, there will be hell to pay. You realize that, do you not?"

There was a pause as she watched him carefully. She had to remind herself that this was not Alucard, she could not control him. She wasn't even sure how powerful he was.

"Yes, well, I suppose I'll have to agree with you on that. You've yet to go out of your way to piss me off."

Dracula let out a faint chuckle.

"Ah... so he didn't tell you..." he murmured. "All the better, I suppose. The boy will learn his lessons the hard way."

Cryptic? Yes.

"Suffice to say, woman; I am not your pet," he continued, the distaste for Alucard bowing to a human's whim obvious. "I care not how much you may resemble someone from the past. I will not be ordered around by anyone, much less a human."

Integra scowled at him, not liking the way he addressed Soma, or that little cryptic message of his.

"First off, you will address me as Sir Integra, not woman," she blurted out, not seeming to care about his last statement. "Secondly, I should have you know that if you create chaos or harm Soma in any way, shape, or form, I will personally exercise you from his body and make you suffer like you've never suffered before. You may not be my pet, but so help me if you do anything to him..."

Integra stopped herself there, not wanting to let the vampire get the best of her. Her back straightened, and she pushed her glasses back up the bridge of her nose.

"Dare I ask who I resemble to you?"

That damn smirk never left his face, and it might be pretty obvious why. Integra's sudden outburst proved her the inferior in the conversation, the one that could be easily set off again, now that she had been set off once. Of course, Dracula had played her, and he played her well.

"I will address you however I wish, woman," he replied, "and I would so love to see you try. Soma is myself, as much as I am Soma; you cannot be rid of one without being rid of the other. It's a spiritual impossibility."

He straightened himself, and it was almost easy to picture Soma in full regalia, sitting on a throne of skulls.

"I'm not just some wandering spirit, foolish child. I am reborn in this body."

"Nothing is impossible. Where there is a will, there is a way. You obviously have no idea what I am capable of. I'm not like any hunter you've ever encountered."

Of course, she wasn't sure what she was capable of, pertaining to this sort of thing. She'd been a moron to think it would be so simple to simply pry Dracula's spirit away from Soma's. Of course it wouldn't be that easy.

"You didn't answer my question, vampire," she replied. She already missed Soma's sweet, quiet demeanor; she'd always wanted to see him be confident, yes, but not like this. "Who do I remind you of?"

Integra paused again, tilting her head slightly as questions formed in her mind. "I have other questions I wish to ask you."

Dracula narrowed his eyes, and for a moment it seemed as if he would snap at her instead of answer. After a moment, the expression lifted, and something like... loss appeared behind his red eyes.

"Li--"

Dracula suddenly cut himself off with an awkward noise, eyes rolling back into his head. He slumped back in the chair rather suddenly, head hanging awkwardly over to the side, just inches away from thumping against the wall. The body fell disturbingly still... before Soma suddenly let out a soft snore.

Well, Integra. Looks like you just got denied.

Integra just stared blankly, her frown deepening when she realized that the stupid vampire had ran off back into the confines of Soma's soul. Standing up, the young knight calmly strolled over to where the poor, slumbering young man sat.

Leaning in, she lowered her voice into a whisper, lips dangerously close to his ear, a hand gently cupping Soma's cheek. "I don't know if you can hear me or not, vampire... but I will find out everything there is to know about you. Place Soma in harms way, and I will find a way to bind you, not to myself, but to Soma himself. You'll not be my pet, but his. Pleasant dreams, Count."

Edited 2012-09-15 03:31 (UTC)

Soma let out a faint sound in his sleep... before shifting uncomfortably, eyes blinking open and...

...wait, why was he in a chair...?

...why was he in Integra's room?

...why was she touching his cheek like that?

Soma went from pale to bright red in less than a second.

"U-um... Integra...?" he began, his voice just above a squeak.

She felt her left eye twitch ever so slightly. She hadn't expected Soma to wake up; then again, she blamed Dracula. The fool had probably awakened him on purpose in an attempt to embarrass her or something. If that was the case, he'd won... in a way. Either way, she still felt she'd won even the slightest; HE'D been the one to flee, after all, not her.

Her own cheeks were tinged a slight shade of pink, but she simply sighed and drew back, the hand against his cheek lingering for a moment longer, before dropping back down to its respective side.

"...Good evening, Soma," came her calm response. "You're probably wondering why you're here and what's going on, aren't you."

Soma didn't trust his voice not to crack into a squeak again, and pressed his lips firmly together as he nodded. Yes, Integra, please explain this.

Well, that confirmed one of the many questions she'd intended to ask the vampire before he'd taken off: Soma didn't seem to be aware of anything that had just transpired.

Sighing, she rubbed at her eyes again for a moment, before fixing her gaze back down onto him. "Dracula decided to wander in here, wake me up, and start the most pleasant of conversations with me."

It took a moment for what Integra said to sink into his head, but when he was finally able to process Dracula creeping around the house, he practically jumped out of his chair. The concern on his face was obvious, and he seemed torn with being angry and upset with himself.

"You're not hurt, are you?"

Integra merely shook her head at his question. Leave it to Soma to be concerned about others before being worried about himself. She didn't want to worry him, however, but he did need to know what was going on.

"No. He did not at all act aggressive towards me. I was expecting a fight, but nothing happened. He said I reminded him of someone from his past."

She paused for a long moment, before frowning. "He said that it was Alucard's fault that he was able to take your body for himself and roam around."

...Integra was like someone from Dracula's past? He frowned, wishing he knew more about his past, but unfortunately, Mr. Arikado hadn't exactly been very forthcoming. He only knew what most people knew, and most of that information was mired in myth and obscurity.

The last part, however, made his stomach sink to his feet.

"...Alucard did force him out when we were at the lake..." he admitted.

"I know he did. He told me all about it," she replied, tilting her head slightly. Really, the fact that Dracula could now torment Soma like this made her want to beat Alucard's face in again for pulling the stunt that he had down at the lake.

Sighing, she straightened again and reached up to push some of her blonde locks out of her face. "In any case, I'm just glad you're alright. It must be terrible, waking up in random places and not knowing what you've done."

Soma looked down at his hands, remembering that Halloween last year... dear god he had to wash off so much blood. He swore there were times where if he squinted, he could still see it glaring bright red back up at him...

"...you have no idea."

Integra merely watched him for a few moments, before she finally reached out to take his hands into her own. He'd been through enough, and the least she could do was offer him some kind of comfort, something she wouldn't do for very many people.

But Soma was different, and she found that with each conversation they had or with every walk they took, she was getting more and more fond of the young man...

She shook that thought away for now, and gave his hands a light, reassuring squeeze.

"I'm sorry. I feel like I've failed you."

Soma let out a faint noise as her hands were suddenly over his, and he looked up in surprise. Funny how she could just be okay with the fact that he wasn't entirely human -- hell, he didn't even know what he was anymore -- and still offer him some kind of encouragement when he needed it.

"Wh... no, you haven't. Why would you think that?"

"I have. If I'd had more control over what Alucard does in his free time, I could have stopped him from taking you out to the lake. If that hadn't happened, perhaps Dracula would not be so insistant on taking your body for a joy ride."

Her frown deepened. Failure was never an option in her eyes, and while she intended to continue on and push forward totry and help Soma the best she could, she still felt horrible.

"Forgive me."

He gave her hand a squeeze; dammit, he hated seeing her like this. She was the strong one, she wasn't supposed to be worrying like this.

"He'd try to anyway. Don't worry so much about it."

Integra shook her head again. She'd just have to try harder and make sure Alucard stayed away from Soma for a while; she didn't want for him to be a trigger, God only knew what would happen, and while she knew Alucard wouldn't kill Soma... on purpose, she didn't want to take that chance, either.

Squeezing his hands in return, she hummed suddenly. "...I've got a request for you, and it's going to sound strange."

"What is it?" Soma asked, tilting his head curiously at the sudden change of topic.

"I want you to stay in here with me for the remainder of the night," she replied calmly.

Really, she wanted to keep an eye on him, make sure he'd be alright, and furthermore... she'd awaken immediately if the damned vampire decided to try and up and leave via Soma's body.

"..."

Soma knew what she meant, and he could understand her concerns. Really, he really could! But like hell that didn't stop his face from turning bright red.

"In... in here? W-where...?"

Despite the situation, and what had just happened, Integra couldn't stop herself from chuckling as she watched his face turn red. Perhaps she was just overly exhausted, after all the adrenaline was wearing off.

"I trust you enough to let you sleep in my bed," she supplied with a shrug. It was true, too; she trusted Soma far more than most others she'd met here, and besides, they were friends. This was alright.

...sorry, you just made Soma's brain come up with a BSOD. Reboot required.

...he was going to be huddled against the edge of the bed, he knew it.

After a moment, he finally swallowed, managing to move his head in a numb nod. Wow, this was just going to be a disaster, he knew it already.

Sighing, she lightly tugged the poor young man over to the edge of the bed, before finally letting his hands go, rolling her eyes at his expression.

"Come, now, it won't be that bad. I don't snore and I don't kick. At least, that is what Alucard tells me," she replied, humming thoughtfully. Well, she didn't kick or move much unless she had a nightmare, he'd informed her. But this was neither the time nor place to discuss such a thing.

"Considering the source..." he began, not sure if he would believe Alucard in that respect. Even if she did kick him, he probably just found it amusing and ignored it.

"If I kick you, you may kick me back even harder. How does that sound, hm?" she quipped in return, huffing. Really, she'd make sure to keep her limbs to herself.

Walking over to her closet, she opened it and dug around for a moment, before finding a second pillow, which was unceremoniously tossed at his head, an amused look crossing over her features.

Soma let out a disgruntled noise, finally accepting that he was essentially stuck with a defeated sigh.

"You know I'm not going to do that..." he muttered, shuffling over to the other side of the bed... as far to the other side of the bed as he could manage.

"Why not?" She asked him tiredly, before nonchalantly sliding into the opposite side of the bed. Between the look on his face and the way he stayed a fairly good distance from her, she finally laughed, unable to help herself.

"I don't bite, either, Soma."

Soma let out an exasperated noise; was he the only one that could accept the fact that this was embarrassing as hell and meant things?

"I know you don't," he muttered instead, burying his face in the pillow. Integra could still see how red his ears were though. "G'night."

"Honestly..." she mumbled, pausing as she just sort of pulled the covers over herself, huffing in annoyance as she tugged them over him, too.

"I'm simply stating I'm not going to kill you, should you decide you actually want to be comfortable and scoot over this way. Hn, good night," she murmured in return, flopping onto her back.

Soma let out a frustrated sigh; it was pride, Integra. P R I D E. He knows you're familiar with the concept. Besides, he's supposed to have a girlfriend, even if he... never sees Mina again and all that. Just... ARGH.

This was going to be his most sleepless night ever. Thank god for weekends.

Hey man. You're the one who denied having a girlfriend. Even so, Integra really doesn't seem to care about the situation at hand. She's used to sharing her bed with a heat leaching vampire, after all.

She suddenly hoped Alucard stayed in the attic tonight...

Pleasant dreams, Soma~.

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