Stoker Household Activity Log: April (Mmm Sacrelicious...)

[tinyvampiregod]

Who: Open to all residents and their visitors.
When: The month of April (specific dates in subject lines)
Where: The Stoker Household / Winthers Lake Manor in Sector Seven, close to the border of Sector Four.
Summary: Daily shenanigans and interactions amongst the household throughout the month.
Warnings: There will be threads regarding the Seven Sins plot for the month, so expect some Envy, Gluttony, Sloth, and Wrath.



Enter freely and of your own volition.

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[angel_of_death]

As it drew into the evening and Alucard had yet to make an appearance, the young human became curious as to the whereabouts of his partner. Parting momentarily from his evening duties, Hellsing's butler made a preliminary search of the rooms of the basement, and when that search failed to yield results, took a moment to glance over the yard in the back, as the lack of trees shadowing that portion of the land afforded the area a clear view of the waning moon.

Alucard, however, was no where to be seen. And since the vampire was not out in the yard, nor in any of the rooms which he had free reign to wander at will, Walter returned to the last place in the house the vampire frequented whilst the living in the household remained awake and alert; to the room in which Walter had last seen him. To Walter's own room.

Fortunately, Alucard was there. But he hadn't seemed to have moved from where Walter had left him hours ago. For the life of him, Walter could not understand why.

"I'm surprised. You're usually up and about by now."

[tinyvampiregod]

Alucard barely deigned to glance at Walter, turning his head slowly and shifting only slightly under the now messy pile of blankets, "Mm, why bother rising? Nothing to do. Slide in, Walter, the sheets have grown cold- only first, bring me dinner? I'm ravenous." He shifted again, very slowly, deliberately, seeming to ooze and take up the entirety of the bed, barring Walter access until he obeyed the request for dinner.

It wasn't an abnormal request, in Alucard's opinion, Walter was up and mobile and obviously wanted to be up and mobile. Why not put all of that youthful life and energy to a good purpose? Namely taking the edge off this piggish need to indulge, to bloat himself with blood like a fat tick.

[angel_of_death]

"The butchers' shops are closed by now. If you want anything more than an ounce or two, you'll have pry yourself out of bed and get it yourself."

Placing a gloved hand on his hip, Walter huffed in irritation. Really, what a ridiculous request. Alucard knew full well that they didn't have the supplies on hand that they had back in London.

"I'm not dragging a darkness monster into the house for you to feed on, and I can't just march into the medical centre in sector four and take their reserve stocks to bring back to you because you're too lazy to leave my bed."

[tinyvampiregod]

Alucard shifted enough for his gaze to draw down Walter's face, over his shoulder and down his arm to land on Walter's wrist, "You've always had a can do attitude, Walter. Hand feed me." There was a twitch of Alucard's pale hand, an aborted effort to reach out and draw Walter in.

Too much effort.

"A full vampire is a happy vampire," He murmured.

[angel_of_death]

"Only you're never full, are you."

Nevertheless, the butler drew to the vampire's side, standing close to the edge of the bed.

"And if you're as ravenous as you say you are, letting your teeth anywhere near my skin would be a grave mistake. Wouldn't it, Alucard?"

[tinyvampiregod]

"No," Alucard murmured, "I'm too empty to be full." Then rolled onto his stomach to give Walter room on the bed if he was so inclined.

He took a long moment to think about Walter's question, "I've no mind to bite you." Then flashed him a smile full of sharklike fangs, "Until you ask for it." Then chuckled low, eyes flaring red.

[angel_of_death]

Walter's dark brows raised, the small furrow between them marking the scepticism with which he observed Alucard's statement. Nevertheless, he lowered himself to the offered spot on the edge of the bed-- sitting, as he was not inclined to lie down to rest so early in the evening.

"Until? Don't let Professor Van Helsing catch you saying that."