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Friday, July 27, 2007


Hush-A-Bye
She wants to act so grown, it's funny. A 15 year old, 5'3" kid, running an Organization. I suppose Master Integra left with my father, the horny bastard called Alucard. My new Master was unconcious for almost a week after her fall during the war. She slept peacefully, like the dead.
When I see my father or the Major again, they're dead.
I stayed by her, holding those soft hands of hers. If anyone saw us, they might say we're in love.
I find that funny, just as I find it funny she's running an organization that's on it's last legs. Iscariot helps, but I think that's only because their director is more than likely sleeping with our butler. Victor and Mary, finally together. All's as it should be, at least for now.
Mary says it won't be as it should be until she and I are together. By 'she', Miss Maxwell meant Aura.
Aura Damien Vayne Hellsing. A flower. A jewel.
My Integra, and mine alone.
I am not bound to Hellsing, as my father, but I choose to stay, just so I can see her. People say I will be driven mad by her presence, by the fact we cannot be.
And yet...
We are the same monster, born of the same sin, of a monstrous father and human mother.
Ashton and Alucard.
Integra and Sara.
So how can we not be?
When I first saw her, I knew there was fate involved. A cruel fate, but a fate of lovers. She would be mine.
But, I cannot force her. This girl has charmed any thought of seducing and binding her to me away.
Ah, just like the Nosferatu Alucard and the Lady Integra, I suppose. I believe Alucard has what he wanted now, but the joke's on Integra when she is unlike my Mother.
She stirs at night, lost in a nightmare, so I come to her. She's unaware of the Half-Dead thing in her bed, holding her, carressing her face, whispering in her ear.
I sing to her, everyday, as the sun rises, when she is deeply asleep once again.
Our lullabye. Our Love Song. Our requiem.
'Reizen Aura, beruhigen
Traumende a traumende fur ich
Ich du nicht wollen zu geh alein
Traumende a Tramende fur ich
Verzehein mein herz, ich halte das nicht mehr langer aus
Traumende a traumende, Aura
Sie gebt toten ich innen
Traumende a traumende, traumende fur ich.'
She'll never know what it means, never know how I feel, never see me as anything but her Vlad.
Her Alucard.
But she is all I have, and she'll never know it.

More VladAura... The song's a sad, creepy lullabye I came up with... I dunno if I should gives it a title... It talks of Aura dreaming for Vlad and how she's killing him deep inside...

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