reposing: (look up to the skies and SEEEEEEE)
Adrian "Alucard" Ţepeş ([personal profile] reposing) wrote in [personal profile] counterfeitheart 2018-06-12 03:45 am (UTC)

[Wordlessly, Alucard moves away from Kira. He stands up, shrugging off his coat. Reaching down, he's pulling off his tunic.

It's not really meant to be an appealing show; instead, Alucard bares himself, the enormous wound on his chest, barely scabbed over.]


My human mother was a doctor. She wanted to help other people, so she learned from my father, who had information from across the world. Science further than anything else that could exist at the time.

The humans thanked her by burning her at the stake. She begged me not to hurt them, to be better than them.

My father did not take her death well, and promises to kill them all the following year. I tried to stop him. [With a wince, he places his fingers over his wound.] So he struck me.

Then I woke up here.

I know people who are kind, who are sweet, who remind me of how good my mother was. Then there are others that remind me of how cruel they can be. I know I have no choice either way.

You said I could avoid prophecy. But I cannot.

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