Bodysnatchers [Alucard]

[Citrine Bailey]

Citrine soared through the cold air, her bare feet pressing through the thick wet mud, her crimson hair whipping wildly behind her. She dared not glance over her shoulder; she intended on winning this race. She approached the swingset with a wild grin, her heels skidding through the mud, stopping just short of a swing and turning to land in it perfectly, an obvious champion, Alucard just seconds behind her. She did a victory dance and stuck her tongue out.

"Don't sweat it, love. You didn't stand a chance." She pushed her heel against the ground once more and was in the air, the swing beneath her. She looked up at the moon and pushed herself to the other side... back and forth... back and forth, swinging like a child, the night air pushing hard against her.

Citrine let the swing settle in its original spot and looked at Alucard. She was remembering all their moments together, the night with Celeste. The night she realized her attraction. She missed the mansion, their mansion. She missed everything before all the control began, before space was limited, everything was monitored and restricted, freedom was limited. Perhaps that was why she loved the company of the two so much; they made her remember the better days of Hogwarts. When Hogwarts was a place to escape to, not a place from which to escape.

"Oh dear. Now what do we talk about?"

[Alucard Integra]

Alucard gave a playful glare that could have suggested so many things. He had tried to win but she had a point. He didn't stand a chance. She had the lead and lets admit the advantage. Not really caring where he sat, Alucard fell backwards landing on his bum. He somehow surprisingly made it look meaningful but a couple hundred years would do that.

He stared at Citrine. Her looked as though she was reminiscing about something, sometime, or someone. Someone, someone. He thought suddenly the duo seemed small, Celeste! He was so caught up with Citrine he forgot about his own blood. Their gang was just the three of them. At one point a small congregation of vampires occurred but they had all since dispersed. It included two other students, a teacher, and some other random vampire well their was also them.

"Citrine," he started in reply to her question, "Where is Celeste?" In a way she was his daughter.

By all biological human means he wasn't in anyway shape or form related to her, but she had been his dark creation. An attempt to save a life that only resulted in no "survivors". Funny that she had only slipped but neither Citrine nor Alucard was competent enough to heal her with their magic at the time. Alucard specialized in offense and defensive magic though even then his magical knowledge was limited. He had no idea what Citrine did. He was capable of a few repairing charms but that was mainly inanimate objects.

[Citrine Bailey]

"Celeste..." Citrine whispered, the breath from her blue lips forming a cloud. She stared intently at the grass, which was surprisingly green on this evening. If Alucard didn't even know where Celeste had been, than maybe Citrine wasn't so alone after all. Hey look at that, another thing the three had in common: though Citrine was the only one stuck in the same spot, they were all equally alone, she supposed. She smiled bitterly. Ah, what a cruel world.

"I don't know... she could be a part of a cult, that would explain her... personality change." Citrine knew better. "I wouldn't even care if she were a death eater, you know? Lately all I've wanted to do is just kill people." She paused. She'd said it out loud and all she wanted to do was talk about it more. "When I walk past people," Citrine looked up at him with excited eyes. "I'm sizing them up, judging them, wondering what it'd be like to kill them... how I'd kill them... how much they deserve it over," Citrine pointed to an invisible person. "That person over there."

She ran over to a tree and punched it. "Who is more annoying than the other? Who should be killed slowly? Who quickly? Who would taste the best?" She found herself smiling. "Nothing makes me feel better than when I find myself, instead of glaring at a nearby annoyance, plotting their death. Death. It's all I can think about. Everyone's else's instead of my own. This must be the only logical way vampires keep their sanity." Sanity. HA!!

[Alucard Integra]

"I told her she shouldn't do that. Most cults will just use us, even the Death Eaters." Alucard said. Whatever happens to her now was her fault and anything she shall suffer will be her punishment, he thought. He let slip a small laugh at that notion. It was in fact quite funny but not in any way related to what it may seem. Alucard in that thought sounded like a parent. He couldn't help but laugh at that.

"When did you last drink?" asked the red eyed vampire, "human blood. Fresh Human Blood." There was a reason for this. Alucard had stopped drinking human blood fresh and cloned. He started drinking animal blood and his violence left him all of it. He became that weak willed little vamp that left this school. That had been the best medicine he could take. He was forced to stay urban with his "partner", so he drank any bit of human blood he could get. Rats and other small urban dwelling animals wouldn't have cut it. Then again that had nothing to do with what he asked. What did is that after a while, a while of drinking humans draining them actually. He began to feel the same as her, the same as he used to be.

After a while he would torture the poor things. Humans thought they were at the top of the food chain they were wrong. He wanted to make sure they knew it. The rebirth of Blackheart occurred right then. "What your describing is what i go through everyday. I simply like to indulge this feeling more often than not. A little death here and there makes all the difference." Alucard said wishing he could eat a little. "Nobody is sane."

[Citrine Bailey]

Citrine thought about it, and was ashamed at how hard it was to remember. She could only remember one time specifically:

"Well I did kill that obnoxious blonde..." Citrine couldn't help but smirk. "Ripped her heart right out of her chest. Had a bit of a drink from that bit... but past that I really can't remember." Oh it felt so good to shut her up. It felt so good to rid the world of someone like Sarah Hardings.

What was so wrong with that? If someone was a nuisance, if someone was getting in the way, if someone was on the earth that didn't need to be... why not do everyone a favor and rid the planet of that... unnecessary waste of population data? That's what Citrine wanted more than anything... bloody population control.