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author's note: this series is originally from my tumblr archive, so pardon awkward typos and strange pacing. I did polish it up best I could, to fit better to the story. previously this installment wasn't a part of burned hearts saga, but it did fit well as an introduction so why not? But, this series is p much finished so I'll be posting every other day until I reaches the end.

get ready for the crazy ride.

also, the cover below is by the wonderful artist named fenrae-l. def recommend throwing her some money sometimes.

warnings: explicit sexual themes/scenes and some bloodplay (because vampire).

 death will not keep you

Prologue:
to love, cherish, and worship

"Welcome one and all, and witness Adrian and Kagome as they pledge their dedication to walk the night together."

Sharp nails scratched red lines over her naked thigh, shredding the irritating layers of laces. Pulses of his love's heart thudded loudly into his ear, as his teeth danced over it. Her moans were tantalizing.

He tore the collar of her dress out of his way, provoking a gasp as the red welt formed on her skin. He hurried to ease the stings, his broad tongue sweeping over the bruise. A groan tumbled from his chest, and his eyes fluttered close at the taste of her skin, "Enticing, my love, as you always are."

Blunt nails dragging down on his back drew a shuddering sigh, what a tease she was. "I could say the same for you, dear husband." She murmured into his golden hair, before a delighted giggle breathed into his ear at the last word.

"Don't I like the sound of that…" He thudded his hands onto the dresser he set his wife on and rested his forehead on her bruised shoulder, "Oh, my Kagome. You certainly made it all the harder for me to contain myself."

Kagome, still smiling, peered into her new husband's eyes, "Why should you? I have faith in you, Adrian." Tenderly she swept a thumb across his skin, not at all flinching at the eerie and unnatural temperature in his body.

Wood peeled from his fists, and fangs glinted in the dim candlelight, Adrian gave her a wicked smirk—the kind that had Kagome shivering with excitement, "Then may you forgive me for what I will do to you, my love—I don't intend you to leave the bed when the night returns."

"I wouldn't expect otherwise." Kagome lost her sharp breath, as hot knives sank into her shoulder—a sensation she wasn't unfamiliar with. A knee rose from the start, and she whimpered a moan, when a claw returned to her sensitive thigh he earlier drew five trails of blood from. "Ad-Adrian!"

Everything tingled so loud it took all of her effort to cling to her husband, his teeth deep into her flesh. Blood flowed freely from his hungry mouth, staining her wedding dress. Whatever venom that crept from Adrian's fangs had her wheezing and her thighs tingling with uncomfortable heat.

Her faith kept strong—she knew her husband wouldn't dare to change her. He was simply taking a little piece of her, in exchange for his marks and his strength to remain strong throughout the night under his unforgiving attention.

Trust was essential.

"Stand now as ye will stand forever…"

Everything was numb, in the most delightful way possible. Kagome blearily opened her eyes, when she felt a shift from her skin and a blood-warmed tongue followed. She tightened closer to Adrian, unbearable needs were festering from inside her impatient core. She clenched her jaws and scratched her nails against his diamond-hard skin, willing herself to be patient longer—her husband could be quite cruel sometimes.

He was quite fond of setting her on edge, as well leaving himself to be desperate.

Leaving them both to want each other all the more.

A squall fled her lips at the sound of thunderous ripping and surprise stinging from the snapping, dulled from his venom. His claws swept through her heavy skirt and shred them onto the carpeted ground. Her corset and underclothes were the next to follow, leaving her all bare to his eyes save for tongue-smeared stains from his bite. Adrian's eyes dimmed red with his lust of his wife, his hands pulling Kagome's thighs to his hips, "My, my love," he purred at Kagome's shuddering at the hard object pressing against her damp core, "you looked quite appetizing."

"So are you." Her words were strangled out. With dazed eyes Kagome pulled her husband in, her lips flushed against his. His teeth were large and his mouth tasted strange and metallic from drinking from her neck, but she still loved him the same.

Adrian returned his love fiercely, tasting all that his wife was. The nips from his fangs cut into her swollen lips, the rich flavor leading him to grind his tightening trouser harder against Kagome. Frictions were feeding to his lust, his needs to have her. To be inside of her warmth.

But, not yet.

He was still hungry to taste rest of his wife.

Kagome's begging cries made his notions far more difficult than he wanted it to be, but Adrian's wills were nothing less than formidable.

"Be patient, love," Adrian parted from her red lips, clicking his teeth, "there's just one more thing I'd like to do to you."

With a glare, Kagome trembled. She understood. At his loosening hands, she parted her legs wider and her face was heated. It was far from her first time with Adrian, but yet, he found with an odd glee, she was shy still when he asked for a taste. He grinned, his knees dropping to the floor, and saw a pretty petal that glistered before his sight.

What a good and willing wife she was.

"Will you, Adrian of Tepes, the son of the Dark Count, declare your loyalty and your heart for the rest of eternity, to her, your bride?"

Flinching at the twin knives pressing against her folds Kagome clenched against the rim of the furniture. She gulped when her husband's large hands wrapped around her hips, his nails picking at her skin pink. Stray thoughts brought Kagome to wonder just how many red marks she'd wear the following morning, if she gets up at all.

Those thoughts vanished as quickly as they came at her sudden gasp—Adrian's tongue flicked at her clit, sore from inattention and unmet needs. Her body was, once again, flooded with indescribably white pleasure. "A-Adrian!" Kagome bit down on her bottom lip, her hands twitching to tangle in his golden mane.

Her throat swelled with muffled cries, her hand firmly clasping over her mouth, as she could feel tongue pushing and rolling against the insides of her aching core. Overstimulating her and teetering her on the edge that Adrian refused to let her fall off from. Her eyes watered as everything were set on fire.

What a cruel man he was.

She felt his amusement before she heard him. Distinctly she thought she heard a sound of fabric sliding against the fabric. But, she still burned, her toes curling.

"I do."

Stopping just short before she could find release, Adrian separated himself from his wife's tart taste and flickered out his tongue to taste the remaining flavor on his lips. He chuckled at Kagome's hissing curse, "Patience, love, have patience." A long string pulled into his hold, loosening his unforgiving trouser. The leather fabric gave away to his unsustainable member, "I am as eager as you are."

"A-Adrian…" Kagome bit down on her palm, when his hand darted to glide over her swollen jewel—teasing it almost mercifully. Clawing into the skin of Adrian's wrist as if to keep it there she caught the glimpse of his wanton, straining for her. She whimpered.

Adrian grabbed her chin, his sun-eyes were now dark, and breathed, the air was spicy of lust, "Let's do this proper, love." He pulled her into a deep kiss, his teeth drawing more tiny slices into her lips.

Her lungs running on empty from his stealing her air, Kagome released her grasp from his cruel hand and wrapped her arms around his head. She pulled herself closer, desperate to feel the radiating heat from Adrian's lust.

Kagome missed the hand that was painfully teasing her to the edge, feeling nothing but void there. Before she could whine large arms developed her small body and wrapped her tight against Adrian's now naked chest. She was sure he could feel the pounding heart under her heavy breasts and the brushes of hardened pink pebbles rubbing against his skin. He brushed his lips against her bruised neck and peppered kisses. Kagome giggled softly at her husband's affection, briefly distracted from her latest angst, before she stopped a moan at the solid flesh pressing in between her rear.

Next thing she knew, the softness of feather mattress folding against her back. The bed creaked at Adrian's sudden movement. Sharpness danced over her swollen lips again, "My love, are you ready?" Hardness poked at the entrance, rubbing against the fluids that flowed freely from her eagerness and Adrian's cruel teases.

"Will you, Kagome of the wanderers, the holy guardian of a curse, declare your loyalty and your heart for the rest of eternity, to him, your groom?"

Kagome managed to suppress her upset pout, "What do you think?" She scratched against Adrian's broad back, her impatience making her body to quake.

"As ready as I am." He chuckled against her lips, before he took it, his tongue danced with hers. With a shift of his hips and drifting a hand from her back to her wiggling hip and gripped it, he was developed wholly in her. Through her lips Adrian shuddered at her cry.

Each and every sound his beautiful love made only served him to want to never see her out of his bed again.

And by the lord was she tight, her wet sheath pulsing over his hard flesh.

Starting with a slow rhythm, he separated himself from Kagome's lips, so to allow her to breathe. Satisfied with her daze Adrian hadn't forgotten rest of her flesh, parting his embrace to compress a shifting breast in his hand. He flickered and rolled his thumb over her sensitive pink pebble and watched her contorted expression.

His throat went dry at the sweltering sight in front of him, Adrian's breath hitched when Kagome's heat tightened over all of his sensitive spots. Unconsciously he sped up and strengthened his thrusts. Kagome strained out a long moan, craning her head back against the pillow. Her arms fell backward, thudding against the downy object.

The white pleasure was building, her eyes nearly blinded with beading sweat and the attention her husband was inflicting on her. His cock rubbed against that spot that had her toes hurting from pressing so hard against her soles, had her lungs seemingly very short on air and her heart beating like a hummingbird's wings.

The prickling sensation from Adrian's fangs across her rising breasts hadn't helped. At every sweep of his tongue tasting the sheen layer of her sweat, she quivered and clenched deep into the pillow. Kagome hadn't noticed that he moved.

Her hips were turned with a push of large hands, a leg rising to perch on Adrian's shoulder, and her eyes shot wide at the new change in the stimulation. She couldn't cry out, her lungs still burning for air, and her jaws dropped open at the explosion that boomed throughout her tired body.

Kagome could only manage a breathless squeal, as waves of heat draped over her frame and washed over her.

"I do."

Adrian wasn't done, and he was merciless. At the slacking of her body, he pulled a hand and circled the clitoris. Kagome's nails tore apart the fabric of the pillow and muffled her crying at his hastening, ruthless thrusting. The groans Adrian was straining out, vibrating throughout her leg, had her clenching and readying herself all over again.

He was so close to snapping into halves, to empty himself into his love–his mind filled of nothing but Kagome. Adrian shivered, the soft and tart smell of her brought him nothing but joy and his cold heart burning with an unbelievable amount of possessiveness, lust, and love. Such thoughts brought him to clench onto her hip and leg, drawing more lines of dewing red. These thoughts led him to pepper kisses onto her calf.

To want to love her.

His testicles tightened and Adrian fluttered close his eyes, the coils of lava rippling throughout his loin. He dropped aside Kagome's leg and draped himself over her, completely closing himself into her. His fangs sank into the same bruised spot of her shoulders, grasping her deep and immobilized her. His venom had Kagome snapping her eyes wide open and grabbed onto his back, her nails clawing into his skin. She squealed at another sudden explosion of her climax at his action.

Immediately after Adrian stiffened and slamming a claw deep into the mattress under them. His own blinding release had him groaning loud, his spent racing throughout from his body and into her. Breathing deep from his nose Adrian realized the favor of blood was sating desert of his throat and parted himself from his wife's well used shoulder, his mouth bloody.

Feeling empty he slacked himself over Kagome's still form, save for her rapidly rising chest, minding his weight to avoid crashing her. Such a small thing she was. Adrian rested his forehead on the ruined pillow next to her head, ignoring her whimper to depart his body.

Adrian wasn't done—he promised her she wouldn't leave his bed, so he kept himself inside of her warm sheath.

"Are you well, love?" Adrian hummed, finally sweeping clean of his lips from Kagome's blood.

Kagome turned her head to stare at her husband, too tired to even bother glaring, and huffed, "You're insatiable." A sharp moan fled afterward, when a shift of her hips startled a sensitive spot inside of her.

His chest rumbled with laughter, Adrian rose his head to look straight into her stormy eyes, "Only for you, love, only for you."

Quiet for several seconds Kagome quirked a small smile, "I should've known better, my dear husband. This is our first night of being wedded. Of course, you'd be too eager." Mustering strength revived from Adrian's bite she rose her arms and loosely wrapped them around his neck. She sighed, her eyes warm, "…I love you."

Adrian closed in on her well-loved lips, "I you, love, I you." He palmed her hips and chuckled at her groan at the shift of his position. "Ready to renew the night?"

"And I shall be yours for all eternity."

They would never be apart.


edited as of 12.20.17, to the best of my ability

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author's note: so here's where weird pacing comes in-time skips that is. still i hope ya'll like alukag baby, Gabriel, even if his appearances are largely short. anyway, excuse heavily borrowed stuffs from the cv show. enjoy!

also, i'm seeing to get the previous chapter and this one to be edited soon. i know i have shitton issues in my grammars, in spite of my efforts. please be patient with me, thank you. in the meantime, please review if you can!

warnings: character deaths, implied deaths

1:
until death do us part

"Go! Do what your father was teaching you!"

"Mother! Grandmother!"

"Go!"

A little white flash barely illuminated the cramped cabin they took up in. With his now small size, he slipped through a tiny opening of the opened window, cries drying his lungs. Dusty dirt floated from his far landing on all fours. Losing battles with his sobbing in form of little heart-curling whining he glanced back for his mother and grandmother, and saw glow of fire beyond the cabin.

He heard them long before he saw their lights. These voices sounded like something straight from the hell itself, riddled with unneeded rage. The very moment he saw his mother's white face, it was the beginning of his nightmare.

"Witches, come out!" They roared.

"Gabriel, go!" hissed his mother through the wooden wall.

A small paw kicked at a pebble, as he crawled backward, "No…no, mother!"

"Please, child…go find your father and grandfather." Pleaded his grandmother.

His ears pinned down. Of course, his father and grandfather are strong and mighty—They can save his mother and grandmother and punish the evil! "I'll be back!" Gabriel cried in midst of the villagers' roars, kicking up his white legs.

Dashing into the forest he knew nothing of the fate that would befall on his mother and grandmother. It took all of his little strength to run as fast as he could, before he bellowed the loudest howl he could muster.

He was calling for his father.

His father hadn't gone that long, intending to bring back some hunts to their shared home in the forest. Preys had been dwindling, perhaps because of Gabriel's growing appetite. His father hadn't care though—it was just the part of growing up and coming in his fangs, as his grandfather put it, and simply tracked deeper in nature.

It was a set routine the family had for over 20 years, ever since his father was born to his grandparents. They never expected that the townspeople would have turned against his grandmother for all the services she did for them, pulling his innocent mother into the frays.

Gabriel always did wonder why his mother was wary of visiting that town.

He understood now—he saw what his mother saw. Evil in these men's eyes. Such evilness that struck his core cold and his heart afraid. Prior, his grandmother remained optimistic, waving away her daughter-in-law's concerns. After all, they have two powerful men to protect them and their wits to keep them out of troubles.

His mother knew better, Gabriel realized, as she had been a traveling foreigner for a good decade (since youth, even!). She knew humankind better than anyone. A whimper strangled from his battered throat, when his howl hadn't been returned.

He wished he hadn't doubted his mother's concerns, borrowing arrogant pride from his grandsire. Perhaps then they would never face these ugly men. He would never have to see such a sight in these eyes at all. His mother wouldn't have to sacrifice herself for her child.

There was no way his mother, as powerful as she was, could stand against a large horde of corrupted men.

His body weakening from his transformation Gabriel collapsed against the dry patch of grass and did the only thing he could think to do. He cried. He cried for the fates of his mother and grandmother. He had no idea how long he had been screaming for his father.

When blackness began to spot his vision he heard his own name. He found himself being rolled into a familiar pair of strong arms, "Gabriel!? How, how long had you been in this form? Where is your mother?"

Gabriel whimpered, his voice nearly empty, but he mustered enough strength to meet his father's golden eyes—the exact shade of his own, "Mo-mother…townpeople. Fire." He shivered, at the realization of his own failure, "Told me to find you."

He missed his father's face—his pale skin whiter than it ever had been. Gabriel remembered nothing else.

Warmness stung his skin—his mother's magic gifted him more degrees of protection against the sun his sires were most sensitive to. Gabriel didn't bother waking to it, his now-humanoid body curling in tighter. He noted the soft fragrances of wildflowers being too close for comfort, but even that he ignored. Dewed blades of grass was a dream on his creaky body.

He wasn't sure how long he had been in the same spot, but he hadn't wanted to move. That nightmare he had was real, he knew this, and he didn't want to wake up to it. His heart hurts.

Distinctly he thought he heard something heavy thudding. Gravels being crunched under hurrying steps. Large hands developed his small shoulders—cold hands he was familiar with, and shook his body awake. Awake into the world he didn't want. "Gabriel!?"

He peeled open his eyes and saw his grandfather's worried expression. It wasn't an expression he saw before, in his proud and noble grandsire. Gabriel broke out into trembles under his grandfather's gazes.

His grandfather glanced at the spot he was previously in, a random spot just out of sight from the dirt road lined with bushes and rickety fences. As if Gabriel wasn't meant to be seen, but sensed. And sensed his grandfather did. "Why are you in there, boy?"

Gabriel shook hard, his face scrunching. He knew his grandfather found tears to be quite slightly, but Gabriel couldn't keep them all in. He sobbed, "Mother…! Grandmother…" Gabriel hastily rubbed away his tears, but he couldn't fight to keep his practiced composure.

Just like his father, he paled paler than even his own skin. Gabriel didn't see his face—hadn't wanted to. Without prompting he slammed his little body against his grandfather's stomach and clung to his shirt. To blind himself from the beautiful world that promised a life without his dear mother.

His grandfather couldn't produce any word, not even that of any comfort. He did wonder about the strange suppressing smell of burning charcoal, but passed it off as his wife's cooking. Now fear started to set in.

Swinging Gabriel's slacked body into his arms his grandfather bolted into a blur, toward their family home he and his grandmother built together.

He thought he heard an old woman, but so deep in his fear, Gabriel hadn't wanted to listen to what she told his grandfather.

The overwhelming smell of burning woods stung even his lungs inside.

Gabriel cried when his grandfather bellowed his utter rage.

His utter denial.

"Come, boy!" His grandfather snarled, his breaking heart was loud in his voice, "We must see to your father!"

There was deafening crackles of fire roaring and whipping around his frame, its heat nearly bruising his skin. Gabriel curled into his grandfather's arms tighter, shuddering at his wrath.

Immediately he clawed into his grandfather's body, screeching when the smell of blood burned his nose, his brain burned with disgusts and hunger. Gabriel felt his grandfather's hand clawing into his little shoulder, in turn, to keep him contained. To keep his bloodlust under control.

Gabriel's breaths were short.

His eyes started to water though, when he caught the sweet scent of his mother, "Mo—!?"He turned, to look, his heart sighing with hope.

It was dashed when his grandfather slammed his large hand onto his head, burying his face into his grandfather's jacket, "Don't, boy, you do not want to look."

There was the smell of burning flesh too.

Gabriel shook, sobbing all the once more, "No-o…mother."

With a chaste kiss on his forehead, his grandfather pressed into a sensitive spot in the back of his neck, "You should sleep, boy."

Everything went black, and with it vanished the foul smell of absolutely everything.


Of all the centuries he lived, he never imagined the absolute grief he'd experienced.

Lisa. Oh, Lisa.

His cold, dead heart turned, and fire of anger followed.

But, nothing ignited inferno like the sight of his grieving son in the middle of bloody calamity, his head buried into the half-burnt body of his most beloved. His son's wife, who was once the traveler searching for a way to end the curse of a pink bauble borne from hatred; the very one even the most fearsome Dracula considered as his most dearest daughter, Kagome, was dead.

Unlike his soft-hearted grandson, Dracula had never once seen his son's bloodtears. Not even when he was still a bae suckling on his mother's breasts. The sight unnerved him.

There were no sounds from Adrian, but his shaking shoulders, naked of any fabric but blood from murderous mortals, gave away his broken heart. Dracula wasn't sure what to do—he only knew how to comfort his wife, his daughter-in-law, and his grandson, all different in their needs, Adrian never needed any emotional attention from him. Sometimes from his mother, in childhood, but even then he never reveals his entire heart and worries.

It was always his wife he turned to, his heart completely exposed to no one else but her.

Just like his father, who opened his heart to very few.

So, Dracula gave him more time, and surveyed the punishments his son surely gave out to these horrible creatures. The town, as a crude one would say, was literally painted red, with blood and organs. There was not a single sound of gasping life in miles.

Indeed, his son did a very thorough job that Dracula felt slight disappointment he didn't get to gain his vengeance.

Where was his Lisa? Dracula dimly realized. Without thinking he stepped past his son, nuzzling into his grandson's hair, a color inherited from Kagome's night-dark hair, to search for something he could bury in a coffin.

His wife and his daughter-in-law deserved nothing less than most honorable remembrance.

Perhaps, a lonely thought came, they could find a way to return them to life and be a family again.

It wasn't impossible after all, Dracula knew this—Lisa made him realize he could reach for stars if he so much wanted to. His heart numbed with shock still, Dracula registered his son's call just at the last beat of his words.

"She was still alive when I arrived, Father." Adrian shuddered, but hadn't risen his head to meet his father's eyes burning with rims of tears he refused to let spill, "She was rasping still in my arms." He buried himself deeper into Kagome's neck and nuzzled against her so-perfect skin, "These…creatures insulted her in my presence. The devil's whore!" He hissed at the memory still so bright in his mind from that beak-nosed bastard's hollering.

Adrian quietened, just for several seconds, before he rose his head at lasts and met his sire's eyes, dried blood tears stark against his white skin, "I remembered not even taking pleasures into taking lives for their penances." He flushed Kagome's body closer and closed his eyes, "She was begging me…but I did not hear her pleas."

Slumping onto the ground uncaring of puddles of blood steeping into his trousers Adrian, with such cares, his formerly absent jacket was tugged over the slender frame to hide all of her from this cruel world. He took his time, caressing Kagome's peaceful face with a bloodied hand, before he folded his wife's body into his arms. With impressive grace, he rose to his feet and glided to his father, " What should we do? …What should I do?"

Dracula hadn't any idea, but he wanted his vengeance just the same, "Who was responsible for our loves' death, son?"

Thinning his lips Adrian tilted his head at the once-standing proud church. "That." He hadn't dared to foul his tongue with the name of such a terrible sect of rotting souls.

"…We grieve." Dracula decided, resuming his search for whatever that remained of his wife, "When we are ready, we seek vengeance." He petted Gabriel's head, when he heard of the boy's whimpers in his sleep.

Adrian shook his head, his golden hair matted with red, "…I cannot say I want the same, Father," he pressed a kiss on Kagome's frayed forehead, "the only thing I wanted is to have the mother of my child back, to feel the warmth of my beloved again."

"With wills, as Kagome would say, there are ways." Dracula closed into the firepit and grimaced at what looked like a log of charcoal—his wife's burnt form, still with bones. His son must have wiped out the blazes just in time before Lisa's body would have completely dissolved. Dracula slid close his eyes, remembering more of his dear daughter, "We should consider Shikon no Tama."

Jaws clinking close Adrian apologized to Kagome in his mind.

He'd pay all prices just to hold her again, in his arms.

"Very well," Adrian sighed, "it is a start."

He'd be damned to submit to the death itself, to let it keep his Kagome away from him.


 edited as of 12.20.17, to the best of my ability

Chapter Text

author's note: angst incoming! duck!

warnings: implied deaths

edited by: MariDark, previous chapters are in process of being edited

2:
blessed are the dead

"I will pay any price to have her back."

Gabriel never forgot his father's determination, his cold declaration. Although his father hadn't agreed with grandfather's decision to destroy humanity, he was still quite willing to kill. Kill was hardly something his dear mother would've agreed with.

"Violence is never a solution." His mother told him once, after his terrible temper tantrum and mauling of a large prey until there was nothing left for even a scrap to eat—something that was the norm for his age, for what he was. No one was upset with him, it was just another lesson in his growing up.

But, Gabriel thought, he might have grown up a little too much within a year of the tragic passing of his mother and grandmother. He no longer felt like a child, but rather a sad adult still in a child's body. He rarely spent time with his father and grandfather, as they were lost in their grieving. Gabriel spent his time reading in the vast library instead, consuming a book after a book. Countless of books.

Often, in fictional love stories he'd be reading, he would re-imagine two characters as his parents—it was his way of keeping them alive in his mind. Since his birth, his mother and father had always been in love with each other, love was so warm in their eyes they might as well be suns. Yes, Gabriel shot his father a sad gaze, his father was dead—his heart had died along with his mother.

Although Gabriel kept books as his company, neither his father or grandfather forgot about him. They'd come and check on him in random intervals, passing along small questions, often like what he had learned in recent hours (everything and nothing), how he was (he wasn't okay but he always lied through his teeth), and so on. They rarely stayed long though.

Gabriel was still glad to see small love in their eyes, only reserved for him. They weren't as bright as they used to be towards their respective dearest partner, but it was something. Love made his inhuman father and grandfather more human to him.

Just a little more human than what they were.

Although he wasn't born a human like his beloved mother, her magic, holy magic, kept his father's blood rich in his veins. No one was sure how it was possible considering his mother was as human as a human could be, but they didn't care. They were happy he was healthy and strong—he had the best of both worlds.

But now, Gabriel tore away his sight from his huddling father probing through a thick book of a language he couldn't yet read, they no longer felt human to him.

He hated it.

Neither his mother or grandmother would want this. They wouldn't wish them to cast deaths upon countless innocents all because of what they were and for being in wrong place in the wrong time. Yet, death was their pending fates, for what his father and grandfather intended to do.

And Gabriel could do nothing about it.

How could he? He was still small, defenseless, and equipped with nothing but his books and his smarts. There was no one else for him to go. Neither his mother or grandmother had any family left that bore any warm feeling for them and their latest addition to their little family.

He loved his sires still.

Fluttering his gold eyes close, Gabriel shuddered at hundreds of cries of innocent women screaming from floors below like a disgusting cacophonic symphony. Dashing behind a tall shelf he hurried to wipe away his red tears before his sires could scent it. He wanted nothing to do with them this hour.

If not weeks.

"I'm so sorry, mother." Gabriel breathed so quietly into the air he was hardly sure he even said his words at all, "I know you didn't want this. I know you'd be upset…just," his back shot straight and stumped down the want to shiver, "please…don't hurt father any more than he is now." He pleaded, not sure at all if his mother's spirit could hear him.

He was scared of what his father would do, should this horrible experiment succeeded and have him be rejected.


 616* virgin women, bearing still with virgin blood.

A harder task than one may expect—or perhaps expected given the corrupted state of the living world. Adrian, Alucard as he had taken upon to call himself as his name served him a horrible reminder of how sweet it sounded from his love's tongue, needed women that met certain requirements.

Pure from being untouched and their blood still unused.

The spread corruption hardly allowed women to go without being tainted in any form. Sex and demon sacrifices were unfortunate commonplaces. His father had been happy to help, sending out his most trusted vassals to gather women. They wouldn't touch and corrupt these precious sacrifices. Of course, they still had to be taken care of, their minds washed of the horror they found in their hearts or risked them taking the coward's way out.

Incubuses were quite useful in that aspect, keeping these women happy until they were able to reach the amount they needed.

Of course, they had to be threatened disembowelment and certain types of permanent sufferings should they attempt stealing their pureness. Dracula knew how to keep fear deep in his minions. As he said before, there were far worse things than death.

Alucard should know—life without his darling love was that. It was an eternal torment, to not have her in his arms. To remember her burned body forever in his mind eye.

Tracing his hands over the sleek dome of glass, he thumped his forehead against it and found himself gazing upon his slumbering wife's face. So beautiful even in her death, even with the distortions of the green fluid meant to reserve and to heal her body, he found it unbelievable still that Kagome ever died. He touched the glass, tracing her face, and sighed, "Soon, love, soon. Forgive me, I know you'll hate me, but I can't live without you."

He pressed his lips into a kiss on the glass that separated his love from his touches. Slowly, reluctantly, he parted and sighed once more, "I must get back to my work. I'll have you in my arms, very soon." With one final caress on the dome, he turned back to the immense book his father had found.

The Shikon no Tama needed to be the final resort. Kagome deserved that honor, and Alucard didn't fancy the idea of having her to slave over again to keep the corruption within from ever spreading. The book, so ancient its title wore off from the cover, would be his final attempt before he'd use the cursed jewel.

The number of attempts he had made to revive his love was unimaginable.

Of course, this one horrible spell neither Alucard or Dracula could afford to test on a lucky soul to revive. 616 women wholly virgins weren't easy to come by and they weren't that patient to wait some 15-odd years to have the world to breed more. Nothing else worked in the way they'd rather have the results to go.

Several times, their revival tests came back as monsters they killed with ease.

Most of the times though, nothing happened. Their dead test subjects stayed dead. Alucard was praying this spell wouldn't return his love as a monster.

Or rather the monster who would turn his Kagome ugly in both outside and inside, unrecognizable in all aspects.

Hell, she becoming like him, he wouldn't mind. It would be difficult to corrupt her soul into something terrible—he'd seen how many had tried to corrupt her and her purity through different means, and she still came out stronger and her spirit more addicting. Indeed, he simply wanted his Kagome to be Kagome.

If this worked…his father would be sure to follow this ugly recipe and resume his collection of 616 more unfortunate women. His father managed to succeed recovering and righting his mother's body into her previous glory. Now, her body slumbered away from Alucard's sight.

He didn't need another reminder of his losses. His wife was horrible enough. His father agreed, rarely sparing a sight onto Kagome himself in turn.

At another screech of a wailing woman from a floor below, Alucard ignored another twinge of guilt. These women seemed to realize their impending demise and his father's fools were constantly trying to blank their minds. A few of them would always end up waking up though, triggering an onslaught of horror all over again, into a vicious cycle.

It was alright though—Alucard intended to put the final end to their terror and put them at rest, for good. That end was quickly approaching. With a quick dart of his bright eyes, he saw the long hand of a large grandfather clock face ticking closer to midnight. Alucard didn't need to see through a nearby window to know that the full moon would be rising tall above his father's castle that night.


 Alucard had an idea where his son was. Gabriel's blood tears were strong and stung his nose. Alucard wasn't blind to see his son's contempt for his foul deeds—but he wanted his mother back too. It seemed to be a concept Gabriel had been struggling with, his heart torn and confused.

He felt sorry for his son, felt guilt for putting Gabriel through this disaster, but Alucard couldn't sleep since Kagome's nightmarish passing. He could barely function, losing all desire to even feed. He hadn't needed to feed on anything else when his Kagome still breathed. Several sips from her neck had been enough for him, ending his craving for human consumption. Large preys were all he needed as actual substances.

Now, his father had been force-feeding him unlucky humans monthly, just so he wouldn't wilt away and leave his father sonless and his child fatherless. His hunger would always drive him to empty these poor bastards no matter his resistance. These mortals tasted foul to him, absolutely nothing like his sweet love, but they sated him.

The idea of his wife breathing again in his arms, in his bed, was the only thing that would drive him forward.

He shot a glance at his silent father, brooding always in his black cloak. Alucard hadn't any idea how Dracula was able to function at all, but needs of gaining vengeance were his apparent driving force. While he was seeking a way to return his Kagome into the land of the living, his father had been working on something else. Something Alucard would rather not worry himself about.

He shook his head of swirling thoughts, his hand clenching on a lever that would surely take those poor women from the world of the living. Alucard's ears waited for that clang he both dreaded and awaited eagerly for. He caught sniffles in intervals of his wait and, again, he debated on whether if he should make a request to remove his son from the dungeon.

"You," Alucard called out to a lingering she-beast—one of Dracula's favorite servants for some ungodly reason, "can you please remo—"

Clang clang clang!

He was startled, but he hurried. He clenched his jaws and jagged the lever toward his body with such a jerk that Alucard thought he might've tore his shoulder. The blaring of life escaping from these ill-fated mortals' throats was deafening. So deafening Alucard barely recognized his father's minions' howls and screeches, their claws grasping over their ears.

Dracula didn't flinch and neither did Alucard.

They did look back at the familiar cry of their dear boy. After a brief check both turned back to a great clear tube hanging from the ceiling. Crisscrosses of running tubes twisted on the aged cobblestone walls were flashing red.

The red dashed to the great tube, quickly filling it to the brim.

"Go." Dracula barked at his minions as soon as the silence returned. They giggled and circled the far-off lever. The tube lowered to the great hole below, sloshing the blood of countless virgins. "Son." He turned to Alucard, who vanished to an elaborate, gold-lined coffin on the opposite side.

A white-wrapped body appeared in his arms and Alucard shuddered at the feather-light weight. He glanced beyond his father's shoulders, worried for Gabriel. Dracula shook his head, "Boy, go! Time is of the essence!"

Despite his rough voice, Dracula trekked back to the hiding Gabriel, to perhaps shield him from the sight of his mother's body being bathed in blood.

Alucard pressed a kiss onto the blanket-covered forehead, stopping before the hole in the floor. The tube finally clicked in, the rim crackling against the stone, producing a horrid sound. It was time.

He dropped to his knee, and with tender care, the body slipped into the pool of blood without any splashes. Alucard had to claw himself into the stones, to keep himself from going in after his wife, when a fog of white and black faded into dense red and sunk to the bottom of the glass. There was nothing else to do but to wait.

And wait he did.

"The spell didn't work." Dracula hissed, when an hour passed. He ignored the tiny clenching on his trouser, his cape hiding his grandson from his son's view.

Alucard's eyes tinged red, upset. He couldn't reply back, his throat too full of his rage to be allowed to speak. The stones bore two holes, jagged with claw-marks, a sure evidence of his wants to destroy.

Dracula vacated his followers from the room, sensing their increasing jeers. It took much for him not to murder them all. Good helps were such a hard find these days.

Though, perhaps he'd throw one or two toward Alucard's way, to be used as his targets. Alucard would need to pent out his disappointment and anger. Dracula thought he'd do the same as well.

His red eyes drifted to the blackening pool of blood, and found himself wanting to slump his shoulders like a broken man he was inside. He couldn't afford to break before his son and precious grandson—they needed him strong. Dracula bit back a grit of growl, "We should return her body back to the pod."

Alucard, still speechless, intended to launch himself in and fish up his wife from the pit. She'd need to be bathe, he thought, and be rid of any taint within her body. As soon as he threw his jacket off his back, the surface of the virgin blood bubbled.

Stiffening along side with his father and son, they watched as the bubbles increased in quantity. Their eyes grew wide, in disbelief, as the blood seemed to turn totally black within a single blink. Something, or someone, broke from the surface and slammed down their clawed hands onto the ground.

Drenched in dense blood she choked and gagged and coughed for air, crawling her way out from the pool and spitting out blood from her lungs.

Although it wasn't easy to tell who it was from the first glance they knew who she was: Kagome. Dracula clenched onto the whimpering Gabriel's shoulder, to allow Alucard his desired reunion with his wife, and watched with morbid interest. With his sharp eyes he watched Alucard bound over to the other side, grasping onto her small shoulders.

Quickly, she slapped them away, her eyes heated with rage, "What have you done to me!?"


 *616 was supposedly the true number of the beast, not the triple 6, but who knows. i'm being superstitious here though, being silly.

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author's note: derp herp
warnings: none, unless you count angst. not yet beta'd.

3:
reap what you sow

"How dare you!?"

"Forgive me, love, but I couldn't live without you!"

"By turning me into a walking dead, Adrian!? …Just what did you do to me…?"

His father had been left a lonely man, but he seemed to keep hope. Gabriel kept hope too. His mother was alive, or perhaps walking in the living world would be a better fit for what she became. Neither living or dead, his mother was like both of his sires though changed little inwardly.

Save for her ability to forgive.

"Stay away from me! I do not want to see your face!"

"My love, plea—!"

THUD! goes the door right in his father's face.

There'd always be shallow claw marks into the wooden surface.

She couldn't forgive his father for reviving her, or perhaps that she was no longer human. Perhaps both, Gabriel wasn't sure. So upset was she that his mother up and left the castle on her own accord, for her desired isolation. Her mother heart though rendered her unable to leave her son motherless, so she often sends him letters.

"Gabriel, my dear son, please forgive me, but I cannot stay here and be reminded of your father's deeds."

"Mother…"

"Please don't cry. When I am ready, I will face your father, but until then I cannot stay."

"When will you be ready, mother?"

"…I don't know, little love, I don't know. Could be weeks, months, years. I am sorry, my little love, but I must go. I will send letters to you."

Sometimes with directions of where she currently was, provided Gabriel made strict promises not to tell his father and grandfather. Her new and old familiars had ensured he wouldn't tell a soul. Every other month he went with her for adventures and life lessons from outside the castle that had been his home for a year.

It was eye-opening journey…something he thought should be shared with his father also.

Being young as he was, with a kind, scholar heart, he never adventured with his mother for long. His mother would send him back to the castle, or wherever his father was, on the back of one of her familiars. Returning to his father was always his least favorite part.

The first time he returned, he saw his father's heart being crushed in his eyes.

"…She didn't come with you."

"I…I am sorry, father."

"…It's alright, son." Gabriel thought he heard his usually-cool father's voice cracking.

His father hoped for his mother to return with him.

And she never did.

His father was only aware of his journey through a short, quipped letter his mother send him, to provide assurance Gabriel would be safe in her hands…he'd received shortly after he left, to avoid being followed. His mother's avoidance never did stop his father from trying though.

"You blasted fae, let me see her!"

The fae giggled in response, before she vanished with Gabriel and left behind multiple illusions of herself.

His mother was clever, having instructed her familiars to know what and how to avoid his attempts. It was almost cruel on her part, but Gabriel knew it hurt her to do so too. He'd gain wise not to beg her to return him and not to mention his sires aside from some vague commentaries on recent events.

She'd shut down and becomes a poor company when he did.

"Father misses you, mother…"

"…"

"…Mother?" She never replied, her face glued on the dirt road ahead of them and tightened her grips on the rein of her fae-horse. Gabriel felt her body stiffened as a board.

He didn't say anything else after that.

It became some sort of strange routine they had, something Gabriel learned to live with. To accept.

Until his grandfather released Hell upon the earth.

His father was severely injured from his resistance, seeded from his mother's disgusts at his recent deeds, and had fled with Gabriel in tow. What spared them from being forced back into Dracula's castle was one of his mother's brave familiars, ferrying them away from Dracula's reaches.

(He hadn't a heart to keep calling Dracula his grandfather, for all that he did.)

Gabriel came to realize that that familiar was meant to be his, when it didn't take him back to his mother like he expected.

"Take us to Mother, please! I need to see if she's okay!"

The bat-creature eyed them, catching Gabriel's father's hopeful grimace. It grunted and turned itself around onto the wooden floor. It fell into a nap and ignored the boy's upset.

He hadn't seen his mother in few years since. He wasn't sure exactly why, but felt it was because their location was never fixed. Having vacated from Dracula's castle he and his father essentially became wanderers. They hardly stayed long, as hunters and demons populated from the result of Dracula's deeds against humanity.

One or two times a year a letter would successfully find it way into his grasp, letting him his mother was still alive. Gabriel didn't keep those letters—they gave his father hope and he hadn't any heart to refuse him of that hope. His father still longed for his mother, having refused any and all interested female's advances.

"Ohhh, you're so handsome…care to warm a bed with me tonight?"

"No, leave me be."

He ever only had eyes for his mother.

Gabriel prayed his mother hadn't moved on from his father either, but it was hard to say.

He still didn't know if she hated his father.

Slumping against the door frame of the entrance and kicked the dirt Gabriel sighed at his brooding thoughts. He missed his mother horribly.

He missed her cooking.

He missed the gentle scent of her perfume.

He missed her optimism.

He missed her twinkling eyes.

Most of all, he missed his father's half-smiles.

"Father," Gabriel straightened, folding his book and tucked it in his armpit, "I think I'll hunt tonight. Any particular meat you'd like?" He craned his head toward the darkest corner of the tiny, downtrodden cabin.

He didn't remember when was the last time his father had braved the sunshine since before his mother's initial death.

His father shifted, as if he had just been woken, and sighed, "If there's any local, bear. If not, a buck will sufficient." Small seams of light slipped through a covered window and hit his golden hair.

Gabriel grimaced. His father hadn't bother much with his appearance. Although he wasn't able to grow facial hair, his father looked rather haggard in the strangest way possible.

He thought his father was looking too much like Dracula, a blond version of him at least. He even had donned clothing like what Dracula had worn. His father didn't look as sleek and sharp he remembered him growing up with his mother at his side. He simply didn't look young.

Being old wasn't something vampires were capable of.

Even ugly no vampire Gabriel ever encountered ever looked old.

"Alright, father, I'll see what I can find." Gabriel slumped and shot his father one last look, "Afterward, we should find a lowlife for you to feed on. You are wasting away again, father."

His father didn't say a word.

With another sigh, Gabriel slipped away and thudded the flimsy door close to shield his father from the light. Quietly he heard paper crackling open and grimaced with heartache. At each departure Gabriel made from his side his father would read his mother's letters, over and over.

He hurried away, wanting to leave behind those depressing thoughts.

At the shade of the first tree he passed under, he briefly considered summoning his bat familiar. He shook his head, he didn't need extra protection. His father had trained him well.

So, he hunted.

Gabriel regretted not summoning his bat familiar, staring down a needle nose of the arrow perching on a crossbow. Although he could fight quite well, he struggled avoiding fast projections, his sudden reflex still lacking. The dead bear on his back gave it away that he wasn't a mere human and had distracted him from sensing prowling hunters.

And bear meat wasn't a common delicacy around in these parts.

"Pretty boy," the bald hunter slurred, a yellowed, gap-toothed grin making him uglier than it intended to be, "you a blood-sucker? Ye too pretty to be a human. Ya yellowed eyed too!" He crackled with his throng of a group at his back. He pressed the pointy edge of his arrow into his face, readied to be shoot right into his skull.

Gritting his teeth Gabriel cursed. He doubted he'd heal well with an arrow cutting through his brain. He wouldn't know, but he didn't dare to press his luck. Fashioning a glare he said nothing, frozen in his position.

There was no way he could survive this encounter, unless that dumb fool makes a mistake.

"Tch heh!" One hunter barked, "Let's turn him into ashes! Put him out of his suffering, ya?"

The crossbow user crackled with mad glee and pulled his trigger finger.

Gabriel clasped his eyes shut, apologies already being uttered in his mind to his father for leaving him alone.

There were screaming and it wasn't his own, with a strange sound.

He snapped his eyes open and saw the crossbow user was pinned to a tree, with an arrow through his head. His body was swaying, his feet several inches above the ground. Whose arrow…?

The smog of darkness took form at their feet, snapping the arrow meant for Gabriel into pieces.

Gabriel stumbled backward and fell onto the hard ground, his dinner thumping hard from his accidental release from his back. He could feel the smoke swirling from his hands, harmlessly. A blur hopped into the front of him, hissing like a snake, "You best stay away from my son, filth!"

He lost his breath then, at the long mane colored like night sky floated down on her back with her heavy mantle. He'd recognize that silky hair anywhere for he never saw any other hair so well-groomed and gleamed like a raven's feathers like his mother. Gabriel sputtered, "M-mother…?"

As soon as he said it one hunter swung a sword at her, spitting out poor insults. A mistake he wouldn't live to remedy. He turned into bones, from the darkness draining his lifeblood and collapsed into ashes. Just like he promised Gabriel he'd become, only to have it thrown back into his face.

The rest lost their heads and fell into heaps over each other.

His mother relaxed her defensive position and with a flick of her wrist, the darkness vanished. She sighed and bowed somewhat into herself, muttering, "Well, I don't need to worry about feeding myself tonight." Without much prompting she swirled to the wide-eyed Gabriel, her face bright, "My son! It is so good to see you!"

She jerked onto his wrist and jerked him upward onto his feet. Stumbling from her sudden force Gabriel sputtered when he found his face being cupped and turned to his mother's sad expression, "Oh…" She caressed his cool skin, "you've grown so tall, so handsome, my dear Gabriel. I've missed much, haven't I?"

Gabriel did the only thing he could think to do.

He grabbed her small body and drew her into a tight hug, "Mother…!" Gabriel started to sob, "Mother!" He dimly realized just how much taller he became, towering over his tiny mother.

With a wet laugh, she hugged him back, minding not his blood tears, "Oh, you sweet hearted boy of mine." Her voice was as sad as her expression, "I haven't stopped looking for you. Naes and my other familiars couldn't find you." Choking a laugh she couldn't stop her own blood tears from shedding, "I must've written so many letters, hoping against hope they'd find their ways to you."

She couldn't find him.

That was why.

Gabriel slumped against her small shoulders, remembering his father, "…do you still hate my father still?"

Will she go silent again?

She sighed—a difference from last he saw his mother, "No, I could never hate your father." She pushed him back, so she could see his tear-stained face, "I was so angry with him. How was I supposed to live without breathing? Feeding on living beings?" Her voice was so soft he could hardly hear her. "I needed time to gather myself, to be myself again, in this…skin." There was a slight contempt in her tone, that sounded like it was at herself.

His mother reached up and smeared away his incoming tears, "…I've been ready for several years now, but since then I couldn't find you. Neither could I your father."

Gabriel strangled a whimper, "So Grandfather…" he spat like poison.

"Shush, shush, let us not speak of a dead man, little love." His mother interrupted. She seemed heavier at the thought of Dracula meeting his end at the hands of a Belmont, a sorceress, and his father. Rumors spread and they spread far. So, she knew.

It was obvious to Gabriel.

Nodding Gabriel glanced into the direction where his father awaited, and frowned, "So what will you do, mother?"

She glanced at the bear at his feet and gave a tiny laugh, "I'll wait here for your father. As much as I love to speak with my dear son again, I know my little love would like it if I try with his father again."

Gabriel found his throat drying with hope and nodded, "…I'll send father your way."

He tugged the heavy bear (it felt so much lighter now) onto his back. With a gentle prodding Gabriel found his mother pressing a kiss onto his forehead, like she used to do with him as a wee child, "Please do be safe. Do go ahead and make a meal out of your prey. I don't think your father and I will be back for a while yet."

At his dubious expression his mother shook her head, "No, no, it's much too soon for that, little love." With a warm look she crossed her arms and gave away a long sigh, "We have much to discuss."

Gabriel couldn't help but to nod eagerly, "Yes, of course, I'll send him your way. Do forgive him for his," he furrowed his brows, "…forwardness." He almost wanted to say to take heeds of his appearance, but perhaps that was better left for his mother to discover.

And to hopefully righted.

His mother gave him one last kiss, on his cheek, and smiled that smile he longed to see again, "Be off with you. I'll see you soon."

With lighter heart Gabriel kissed her crown, and vanished from where he stood.

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author's note: we're almost at the end!
warnings: none, unless you count angst

4:
to be forgiven

Alucard was becoming worried for his son.

He wasn't supposed to be gone for this long. With a deep frown he folded his letters still with a small hint of his love's perfume, and tucked them away within his coat. With a twist of his feet he closed to the door, grimacing at the sun still not fading its light yet. He hadn't any courage to spend time outside, in the light—the sunlight would only serve as painful reminders of the one who held his heart.

Gabriel was the only reason he kept on living—he was, although painful, his reminder to keep hope. His son was his and Kagome's impossible product of love. Being a hybrid between a vampire and a human he had little hope to have his own child, but Gabriel happened, born a dhampyr* just like his sire.

It was something about his love that made it possible for him to be a father. A fatherhood he thought to be an impossible dream. He hadn't thought he could love Kagome anymore than he did then, but it was indeed possible. His love for her borderline into obsessive.

She and their son were his entire life.

Until Kagome died in his arms, begging to put his wrath to peace.

He could only think of her.

Even now he still sees Kagome through their beloved son. It hurts to look at Gabriel's face, sometimes. Although he felt like he was a terrible father, he tried. He made sure Gabriel would be clothed, fed, and trained to defend himself.

There had been a time where Gabriel had been left to fret for himself with familiars his company, when Alucard had to put an end to Dracula's insanity daring not bringing his then-small son into the frays. With the Belmont and Speaker's assistance, he was able to put both of his parents' souls to rest—though perhaps temporary. It was hard to say with an immortal soul.

Afterward, he tried to be a father, alone and waiting for Kagome to return.

That was all he could do, being a father and wait.

Worries about his son's absences were a daily thing. But, this wasn't Gabriel's norms. With another grimace at the sun-lit grasses, Alucard hadn't taken a step outside the cabin, when Gabriel dashed from the greenery, with a massive predator on his back, "Son." There was a slight reprimand in his one word.

Gabriel disregarded his father's subtle displeasure, his blood-streaked face cheery, "Father!"

At this Alucard blinked—Gabriel looked happy for a change, being a subtle quiet scholar he was. And why had he shed his tears? He raised his chin when Gabriel grasped onto his garb and gave a light tug, "Father, Mother is waiting for you!"

Alucard's eyes were wide with his son's declaration. There was no reason to disbelieve Gabriel, and with a slight shaky breath, "Where?"

Hope hurts, biting his cold heart inside his body, but he thought it was a good kind of pain.

He was gone. He dashed through the sunlight, when Gabriel raised a finger into the direction he came from. Alucard missed Gabriel's wet laugh.


 Tugging the hood closer to her eyes, Kagome settled under a great shade. The sun was starting to go down, much to her relief. She could think better, without the sunlight burning her sensitive porcelain skin.

She slid close her eyes against the rough bark of a tree and sighed. For a short while, Kagome did hate Adrian—or felt she did. She never entertained ideas of hurting him more than how she was hurting. It was an ugly feeling, one she'd rather not feel again toward someone who she loved the most.

It was hard sleeping feeling so cold. Her body was like a walking icicle, so numbed. She was used to sleeping to the sounds of her own breathing, her own heart beating in her veins—but now she could hear nothing of herself but could hear literally everything else within miles. Kagome hadn't mind Adrian's statue-like body but never imagined her body would one day like his.

She never wanted to be a vampire.

Adrian knew this, accepted this.

Or she thought he did.

He wasn't able to accept her mortality, at all.

Kagome decided not to think about her decade-long turmoils that followed her revival and thinned her lips. Her son deserved her willingness to face his father again. She knew how much he wanted her to make peace with Adrian's atrocious deeds.

He sacrificed countless women just for her—something she was so torn about. Was he really that desperate? It was a hard thought to hold, and she doubted she'd ever figure out how she felt. Making peace was the only thing she could possibly do, with her tender heart toward Adrian.

Something familiar was coming her way, and it was coming fast.

She backed away from the tree and braced herself, to face Adrian Tepes.

Her face turned monotonous when large hands grappled her waist, "My love." His warm tone she wanted to sigh at. Even after a decade Adrian still kept that warmth that would have her heart shiver in delight.

Which, her unbeating heart did.

She didn't fight the embrace but she didn't return the hug either. Kagome found herself being buried in his arms and heavy clothing. It was both comfortable and uncomfortable.

Kagome opened her eyes. Adrian didn't care for heavy clothes. With a push she turned to look at him, taking several steps back.

She recoiled in shock, "Dra—?" She shook her head, jerking herself away from Adrian's hold, "Good lord, Adrian…" For a brief moment, she thought Dracula must have dyed his hair blond and shaved his goatee off.

It was cute to see Adrian becoming self-conscious, tugging on his tall collar of his cloak. He tried to be subtle, but Kagome saw him just the same. "…I—" He winced.

"You looked rather…" Kagome frowned, interrupting his apology, "not Adrian."

Adrian flinched, although he fought himself not to crumble at the sound of his true name once more from his love's lips, "…I see." He fisted his hands to himself. His body sang its gratitude for feeling his wife's little body again.

Shaking her head Kagome kept her distance—there was still too much old pain lingering for them to bury for her to willingly take his affections again, but…he certainly looked like he needed something. "We have much to talk about." She didn't miss his grimace, but he nodded just the same.

"That we do." Adrian agreed, his tone weary.

Cocking her head at him she hummed. It'd be a start. She gestured toward herself, "Come here."

He wasn't sure of her intentions, half-expecting to suffer a slap (or a few), but he'd pay any penance to have her forgiveness. To have her at his side again, to be his better half.

"I'm not going to slap you." Kagome sighed, startling Adrian out from his brief hesitance. She shot him a plain glance, "No, I can't read your mind. That is not one of my new found talents." Her chuckle was a dry one, but honest.

Adrian closed the distance. He blinked at his love's rising arms and at her following words, "Here." Kagome looked expectant, "You looked like you hadn't had a hug in years."

He hadn't, all the weight he felt at his back seemed to have fallen off at her willingness. He pulled her tiny body into his hold and held onto her with every inch of his love he felt for her. Her scent. Her every crook and cranny of her body. Her hair he'd bury his nose in. He missed it all.

Unbothered by Kagome's feeble attempt to return his embrace he barely heard her sigh, feeling it through her body, "I am still upset, Adrian."

"I know. I know." Adrian shuddered. He had to mind his claws from tearing into her mantle, "I will kneel and grovel before your feet, begging for your forgiveness." He shifted to do such.

Kagome stopped him, a hand darting to his shoulder and shook her head, "No needs for that. You've been punished enough as is."

"Then what must I do to gain your love again? Your forgiveness?" Adrian clawed into his wrists, unwilling to separate himself from Kagome.

At that she laughed, with a sad tinge in her voice, "I've always loved you, Adrian. That never changed. As for forgiveness…" Kagome slumped, her blue eyes gazing into his gold, "that is in the progress, Adrian."

He hadn't realized he was streaking red from his eyes at what he heard from Kagome—she never stopped loving him. "I—I love you." It was all Adrian could think to say.

"I know. Let's talk." Kagome parted, with a small smile and cupped his face, smearing away his tears.


 Dhampyr*—a hybrid borne between vampire and human, so literally a halfling, similar to hanyō. They could be classified as hanyō, but I couldn't say it would be accurate because vampires are of western mythologies while yōkai is a Japanese term and is actually a catch-all umbrella term for extraordinary beings split into four categories; kami/gods, folk heroes/transformed humans, demons/oni [actually always evil, iirc], and spirits [can be good, neutral, or evil].

In short, characters like Sesshoumaru would be best classified as a dog spirit, not a dog demon, because Sesshoumaru isn't an evil character—he's neutral, at best. Yōkai as a term got very muddled over the years when anime became more popular outside Japan and fanworks populated. Terms like that started to lose its intended meanings.

Well, that's your fun fact of the day! Do with this information as you like.

Another thing to add, dhampyr have multiple spellings; dhampirdhampyre, and dhamphir. I just picked the current spelling because I liked the y.

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author's note: well we've reached to the end of this journey! I probably will add Kagome's POV and a snippet or two to this afterward, but for now this is pretty much done. exciteeeeee~

warnings: explicit sexual themes/scenes, bondage, questionable[?] state of consent (because vampires logics), and bloodplay (because vampire). kiddies, get out, you're not invited.

edited as of 12.26.17: due to a poor review i've received, i decided to edit this to decrease the illusion of lacking consent (which wasn't on purpose, i swear to you, it was kagome being her stubborn self and wouldn't give adrian any time of her day [essentially] but did wanted him and missed him) and to broadcasted the fact of their vampirism and obvious differences in their thinking process than ours better. nonetheless, i clarified and added the warnings just the same, because i know some of you may be sensitive. please forgive me if i at all harmed you in any shape or form. please contact me if you needed to talk and discuss my writing.

i'm not perfect, you know, but i do try and hear out everyone's feedback and improve my writing as much as possible.

5:
to become one flesh

Ever since they were reunited as a family again, she hadn't been treating him like a husband. If anything, she treated him like a casual friend. Besides from their first embrace she hadn't touched him since and did avoid his touches at his every attempt.

He didn't want to be a friend—he wanted to be her husband again!

Some parts of him were glad that Gabriel seemed to be willfully ignorant of the state of their relationship. He had his doubts—their son was far too smart to be blind. Having Gabriel being merry to leave them be and be elsewhere far away opened Adrian an opportunity to confront his dearest wife in privacy.

Her avoidance was almost infuriating. If he hadn't understood and accepted her untold reasoning, he would have demand answers from his wife. He wouldn't blame himself for wanting the love of his life back from death, but he accepted blames for causing her turmoils of all kinds.

But, Adrian found himself losing patience as days, weeks, and months passed on by. Almost a year!

Kagome, oh his sweet love, kept away from him, preferring Gabriel's company over his. Something he found himself being frustrated by. Why did she tolerate his company if she wouldn't bother spending time with him? Why isn't she willing to improve their relationship status from its stale state?

This is far from making progress in their relationship.

Kagome eyed him warily—there was tension in his shoulders. At least Adrian looked like his old self again, sharp and light-clothed. He even trimmed his hair into its neat, untangled state, shining like the sun's cheery rays. It was probably to woo her again, this she was sure--not something she'd hardly minded much. He was trying at least.

But, no matter how pretty he looked, Kagome still felt uneasy. Adrian caused her so much pain. The fact that he forced her to drain a living being to feed herself, was near unbearable. She wasn't meant to take a life, for herself.

She felt ugly because of him.

Kagome shifted her feet, finding herself being prepared at Adrian's narrowing eyes. Fight or flight were two choices screamed in her mind. An absent thought brought her a question of whether if she was quicker than him.

A crackling fire was the only thing that separated them.

"My love," Adrian sounded agitated, "won't you spare some time for me?"

She reared back, her eyes narrowed with suspicion, "But I am. I am sharing the cabin with you, was I not?"

Adrian gritted his teeth, "No, not as wife and husband. Not as lovers!"

"I told you before, it takes time!" Kagome retorted, now on her knees, her boots digging into the old wooden floor. Instincts told her to be prepared.

Prepared for what, she wasn't sure.

"How long is that time, Kagome?" Adrian hissed, shifting into a crouching position. It was plain to see that he saw her action, her preparation to flee, "It had been months, my love! And not a single inch you've given to me!"

Gripping onto the rough wool of her mantle Kagome frowned, "I'm talking to you now! Was that not progress?" There was small guilt twinging in her chest, she had been afraid. Silly, but nonetheless...

"You hardly look at me, didn't acknowledge me as your wedded man!" He snapped, a hand crunching into the wooden surface. Through the smell of fire and smoke—a scent he had since hated since that very day of his love's death, Adrian caught a spicy spike of uncertainty and a hint of something he didn't want to interpret to risk dashing his hope.

"How could I!? You're the one who turned me into this!" Kagome snarled, a small hand darted to her chest where it didn't rise with breaths nor did it sound any beating of the heart. She didn't miss Adrian's face flashing guilt—but he returned it plain in just a short of a second.

Adrian hiked up his legs, "That changed nothing of my love for you! I accept all responsibilities for all I did for you, so can we please start mending our vows?" He begged, yet his eyes glinted.

Her frown went deep and Kagome shook her head, her hair spilling over her shoulders, "I—I can't! I told you it'd take me time!" Through the shifting fire, she watched Adrian's expression finally giving away to a complete displeasure.

It was the first time she saw him looking at her with such a dark expression when he held a mixture of longing, warmth, and sorrow before in past months. It seemed that she had driven him to the limit of his patience, her stubbornness wouldn't waver. Kagome wasn't sure what she should do.

His snarl made that decision for her.

She didn't think. With a slap of her hand on the ground, Kagome darted out straight through the door, kicking the said door out of her way. Everything became indescribable blurs of dark-wooded trees, naked of leaves for incoming winter, and grounds riches with warm colors of autumn. The fallen leaves made no noises when she stepped across them, her speed impossibly fast to register any single sound. Excitement swelled.

Her feet then left on the rough barks of trees, ricocheting herself from one tree to another to confuse her chaser. Her efforts were in vain. Adrian had been born a vampire who bore the blood of his great and terrible father—who was said to be the father of all bloodsuckers. Supposedly pureblooded or no, her strengths never suppressed Adrian's powers.

It was not to say she couldn't hold her own against him—she could give him a run for his money if she tries and wanted to.

Not once had Kagome ever entertain an idea of actively drawing a blade and a claw against the one who kept her heart still. No matter how much Adrian hurt her, she didn't have the heart to want to sink her blade into any inch of his flesh. Adrian wasn't a villain.

No, he was just a lovesick idiot.

Keeping away from her sheathed blades that bounced from her thighs and the lonely bow on her back Kagome continued on fleeing.

Kagome bit back a cry when she felt the brush of a claw at her mantle, his presence too recognizable—Adrian was too close. She didn't think twice, blackness formed at her feet. At very least she could transport herself further away. Her body dissolved into mist and she sped away faster ahead.

This form she never mastered so she found herself exhausted, her body expelling from the mist. Kagome kept on running though, her legs still launching off the ground. Dimly she noted the trees were thinning into a clearing and felt her cheeks burning with a slow smile. She almost wanted to laugh, but stubbornness held her at bays.

It took a second. She saw the bark and hissed when the rough texture dug into her frame and into her cheek, pinned by two large hands. One was wrapped around her neck, nicking into her pale skin. Another was clawed into her hip, tearing through her trousers.

Kagome snarled when her mantle got tossed aside, exposing her to the cold breeze. The collar of her blouse was jerked aside, revealing the flawless skin and sleek curves of her collarbone. Twin fangs glazed over it, breaths warmed her skin. Sharp inhale told Kagome Adrian was breathing deep of her fragrance, "I've missed this." He groaned.

Grimace and quiet whimpers replaced her snarl when he pushed the entirety of his body and flattened Kagome to the tree. She sunk her claws into the uncomfortable bark, at the familiar bulge jutting hard at the gentle slope of her spine. She stopped a shudder—her belly swirled with wants, wants that wasn't a stranger but hadn't felt in a decade. Kagome admitted only to herself that she missed this also.

Instead, her growl renewed, "Let go of me!" Kagome tore her claws out from the punctured wood and went to slash them at Adrian.

She found them pinned above her head and realized the absence of the hand from her neck. Adrian hissed into her ear, "No. Never again will I let you go!"

Kagome strangled a gasp when hot knives tore into her neck. Such action triggered a whimper made of wanton lusts and her body slacking under Adrian's unbending restraints. It was only by his hands and his pinning her that she hadn't fallen to the ground when her knees got incredibly weak.

"You wanted this too." Adrian declared, in midst of his draining some of her life essences. He shivered at the rich taste of his love's blood. Even changed Kagome's flavor hadn't faded—if anything it became richer, sweeter. Perhaps it was because he had been denied a taste of his wife for so long. Adrian didn't know, nor did he care.

What he wanted was to see his love beneath him once more, writhing and marked with his bites and scratches as he drove himself into her warmth. His eyes fluttered closed at this familiar imagery. Yes, Adrian thought, he will make this dream a reality once more.

But, first, he thinks he should teach his Kagome a brief lesson for denying him for so long. Adrian had only so much patience. He pulled away from her bloody shoulder and swept his tongue clean of reminding traces from his lips. With a decisive look, Adrian stepped exactly one step back from Kagome's struggling body.

Separating his hand from Kagome's delightful hard hip he made a quick work of his belt.

Hearing rough frictions being ripped from fabric Kagome strained to look, her body numbed with Adrian's venom. It seemed that even with her being inhuman the potentiality hadn't at all lessened. It was both a scary thought and an exciting one.

There was an opening, a small one, in Adrian's restraint of her person, but, she didn't take it. Kagome should've kick back a foot in his stomach and make for her getaway, but she didn't. She remained where she was, her shoulder was tingling with familiar burns. Kagome clawed deeper into her palms and clamped her tongue from spoiling her eagerness.

Her thighs were glued tight together and her taut nipples were uncomfortable against the unforgiving texture of the tree. Kagome hoped Adrian didn't see the changes, her stubbornness straining to win this battle of wits. Once again Kagome tried to tug her hands away, but to no avail with Adrian's iron-grip.

She almost didn't register nicks of his claw on her skin, until Kagome wheezed at a breeze caressing across her naked form, "How, how dare you!?" The bastard bloody shredded the clothes off from her!

Now, tatters of what remained sifted gently to the tree's roots.

True she was excited for what to come, but at the cost of her clothes!?

"How dare I? How dare I indeed." Adrian rumbled, loosening his hold on her tiny wrists. Before Kagome could let loose a word of insult to his person Adrian manipulated her arms and pressed her flat to the grating surface again.

Kagome's eyes shot wide when she felt leather bounded her arms tightly together at her back, "What the—!?" She tried to rip herself free, but Adrian's venom numbed even her usual strength. Kagome couldn't think, not with brushes of Adrian's hardened crotch pressing too close to her weeping warmth. She dimly felt shifts of movement behind her.

The world blurred to the now darkened sky, her back onto cool silk. Shivering and feeling so exposed through slits of her eyes she saw and felt Adrian settling in between her legs. He was barechested, a large scar pronounced across his torso. An eternal reminder of his daring opposition against his father.

Kagome didn't miss the movements of his hands against her bowed legs. Mustering strength to speak she groaned, but curious just the same, "The hell are you doing…?" Cool strip of something pressed her calf to her thigh together.

Adrian glanced at his wife and pinned his tongue in between his teeth to handle himself under control at such an arousing sight, "I'm bounding you." He said simply, tying the torn belt together on her right leg. Grabbing the last strip Adrian moved on to her other leg, making sure to tease her core with his straining erection.

He didn't dare to strip himself from his pants just yet—he doubts he had much control left.

There were traces of guilt for enforcing in his venom to get his wife under his control—but if Kagome hadn't wanted it, the rush of adrenaline from her upset would've cleared it. Instead, she bowed willingly to it. This told Adrian Kagome had been wanting his touches as much as he wanted to ravish her.

"Why?" Kagome strained out through her teeth.

Giving in urges to just molest his wife's skin Adrian caressed and pressed a kiss onto her bowed knee, "So you wouldn't fight against me for all of what I will do to you—to remind you of just how much I've wanted you. To pour all of my love into you." Not caring if he drew blood from his teeth or claw he licked them clean as he lowered himself to her belly, "And you can do nothing about it."

Kagome wheezed, not at all trying to struggle her ways out from Adrian's bounds. Her core burned, for her husband once more, "A-Adrian!" She begged. Begged for what, she wasn't sure.

Ignoring her cry Adrian proceeded to make his marks, sinking his fangs into the denseness of her thigh and a thumb drifting to tease her clitoris mercilessly. Her torture, he decided, will test him. At the fourth bite into her one abused thigh, Adrian moved to her belly that once carried their son within.

He dug a claw into Kagome's hip, to keep himself under controls from her begging cries. His thumb became shiny from her glistering petal. With a shudder, Adrian removed his hand from Kagome's warmth and his bloody tongue sucked the juice off of it. With another quiver at the taste and nearly lost himself in the urge to rip his pants off and enter her at lasts, Adrian wrenched his controls back. Pinning his sharp nails in between his teeth he bit them off one by one.

No woman wanted a knife sliding into them, after all.

Sweeping the nails from out of his mouth and tossed them onto brightly-colored ground Adrian eyed Kagome's furrowed face and gave her a very wicked smile. Kagome shivered. That shiver didn't last, being replaced with a surprised squall when fingers slipped into her warmth and rubbed her clitoris in ways that she shrieked out.

Combine that with the sharp pains of Adrian's unforgiving bites and clawing Kagome's mind fogged with blinding desperate wants. She could think of nothing but Adrian and to have him entering into her once more, filling her womb with his essences. Every word she tried to make was glued to her tongue, never leaving her lips.

She couldn't move from her leather restraints not an inch, and somehow she found herself being trapped and exposed led Kagome to want her Adrian ever the more. Damn her reservations of this man who tormented her for too long! She needed him.

She needed him like never before, her core being stretched and pulled with Adrian's pistoling digits. His hand wasn't enough…! "Adrian!" She cried, her thighs pulling open wider, "Please!"

Adrian groaned at her begs, his fangs tugging on the skin over her ribs to litter more of his marks. With a shudder, he shook his head at her pleading eyes, "Not yet. There's still so much I want to do to you."

"Adrian…!" Kagome sobbed, before arching at one breast being tucked in between dangerous teeth.

Rolling his tongue over the pink pebble Adrian nicked the white flesh with his fangs. The vibration from his groan at her taste had Kagome crying, her chest throbbing with short breaths. Adrian picked up speed with his fingers, relishing in the tightening warmth. His length ached, his trouser practically choking the bottom half of his body off.

He wasn't sure how long he could last, torturing his love.

More bites and claw marks had Kagome breathless, but she was trembling at his cruelty with his fingers. The coil inside of her was wounding, clenching against her womb, and everything was becoming gray in her dazed vision. So close…!

Adrian stopped, gaining an enraged sobbing from Kagome.

That coil loosened, sending pains not quite so delightful compared to the sharp and brief ones from Adrian's bites and scratches. Kagome didn't like it. Edging from pleasure and relief was always something Adrian took enjoyment in, watching his wife to suffer under his expert hands.

Kagome had forgotten about that cruel aspect of his character.

"Shh, shh, be patient." Adrian returned, pulling his blood-ridden teeth from the top of Kagome's breast. His choice of words was purposeful, spite-filled even, but Kagome couldn't stay on that. Her brain got ridden over with Adrian's forceful kiss, their teeth clashing against each other. Nicks from her own fangs gained her marks on his lips, blood dribbled into her mouth.

She nearly choked at Adrian's taste—it was the best she'd ever tasted from her time of forcing herself to drain blood from a sorry soul's body. Was this why Adrian always sip from her neck, when she was still living? He never preyed on any human after marrying her to his heart and instead took his small share from her and fed on animals as his meals.

It wasn't sweet, but it was rich and tangy. She couldn't describe it, couldn't hope to, but it set her body on fire.

His tongue slipped in, and she tasted some bit of herself on it. It was almost enough to distract her from Adrian's pressing himself against her core, his leather pants sticking against her bloodied thighs. He was grinding himself against her, his hips jerking in an attempt to relieve himself from painful tension he was sure to have with his clothing.

Kagome wanted to beg again, her core aching to be filled completely that no fingers could hope to fill. It seemed that Adrian, however, had felt the same, his control running empty not to thrust himself into her body. "To hell with this torture," Adrian tugged his pants loose, and Kagome wheezed a gasp when a familiar burning crown strung against her entrance. It almost slipped right in too. "I'm going to fuck you right here." He nipped at her lips, his jaws clenching, "Right now."

Wrenching his claws into her thighs in some kind of attempt to control himself Kagome couldn't even blink when she found her being stuffed full. His length burned, it burned so good. The silk she was lying on, stricken to her back from beading sweat, her hands ripping small holes through her husband's cape from her fisting them. Her heavy breasts bounced and pressed flat against Adrian's sculpted chest, from his unrelenting thrusts. She thought she felt his heart hammering against her skin, but wasn't sure. She could focus on nothing but that wounding coil that twisted her womb into preparation to give herself Nirvana.

He didn't care how rough he was being—his wife could handle everything he could throw at her now, no longer being a mortal. Adrian could do everything unimaginable to Kagome's body if he so wishes, as long she is willing. It had been so long.

Adrian had forgotten how tight and warm Kagome was, his length her perfect sword in her sheath. It was unbelievable at just how much he missed her, his love, and at just how much Adrian wanted to spill everything of himself into Kagome's womb, to bring her reminders of her belonging only to him and him to her as well. No one else will ever catch their eyes.

In midst of Kagome's whimpers and his grunting and groaning their heavy breathing and his testicles slapping against her supple rear were the only sounds that occupied the small clearing, they took over. A breathless squeal silenced all, for a brief moment, and stilled Adrian's movement.

Adrian laughed at Kagome's wheezing cries, his lips not once disconnecting from hers. He resumed his thrusting once more, pleased at her recent climax. Adrian wasn't quite ready to end this session of his torture. A sudden thought inspired him to take changes. Adrian pulled his face away and pressed his hands into the smooth fabric of his cloak, his face glancing down to where they joined.

"What are you—!?" She trembled when thick arms wrapped around her waist—she forgot just how much bigger Adrian was to her tiny size. She choked on air when Adrian's member prodded into something good of an angle when he swung her upward. Her body stiffened and her sheath clenching onto Adrian's length Kagome found herself settling over his hips and saw the tree at his back.

Adrian never once stopped during their shifting position, his length still pounded away inside her flesh. His hands gripped hard at her hips and bounced her on him, as Kagome was still bounded with his split belt to do so herself. She was so small even in this position she hardly reached above his head.

He shivered at the sight before his eyes.

Pale skin, marred heavily red by his marks, glittered her sweat and blood under the moonlight. Her breasts brushed across his chest, her nipples were hard and had his throat dry with the desire to nibble on those bosoms. Her fangs glinted and he remembered. He didn't need to say a word—he pulled her flat against his torso and pressed her face against his broad shoulder.

Kagome shot him a dazed look—an understanding one, but also questioning.

"Mark me." Adrian hissed, slipping his hand back to her hip. His loin was becoming tense under her tightening warmth. He took a sharp inhale when he felt needles danced across his skin.

Excitement had him digging his nails deep into her flesh.

Kagome heard many things from Adrian's throat—his sharp bark of ecstasy was not one of them, ending it with a groaning sigh, when she buried her teeth into his neck. His flavor filled her mouth and she trembled, clenching onto Adrian's length to keep herself from giving in so easily. His damn blood had her right to pinnacle point of climaxing.

With her belly clenching, she swallowed, warmth washing over her quivering body.

One more thrust had her crumbling, blood flowing from her mouth when she jerked away from Adrian's neck to open a piercing cry. Her own warmth flooded from between her thighs, over Adrian's pistoling member. A grunt brought her to waking, her body having slacked against his hard frame, and she peered at his distorted face.

"Adri—!" Kagome drove herself into his neck, her teeth clenching on his skin–anything to hold herself onto, being bounded, when Adrian jerked and slammed a forceful thrust into her, his claws tearing through her thighs. "Kagome—!" He took right at a certain angle that had her sensitive body twisting with an ocean of sensations and had her choking on her voice and clawing at her own elbows at her back. Her toes dug deep into her soles from the tensions.

She shook.

A scorching river of seeds flooded her belly, washing away all empty feelings she harbored in past years. Kagome strangled out a whimper when they spilled out from between their enjoined fleshes, "Ad-riannnn…" She slumped, her head buried in his golden locks and ignored his blood staining her chin.

She breathed heavily with him.

Adrian quivered, though his length hadn't yet softened. He doubts it will be for the remainder of the night. That was alright, he supposed—they have much to catch up on. Slipping his fingers from her thighs, almost wincing at how deep his slashes had been, Adrian tenderly caressed Kagome's face toward him, "My love, how are you faring?"

Kagome wheezed and fixated a glare on him, "You're a prick." She grumbled and pouted, though she didn't stun his touches. His petting was one of the many things she missed. "Do you have to ruin my clothes? It was my only decent and clean set."

Pondering over her comment Adrian hummed, "Yes, I thought it necessary. I'll purchase you a better set of clothing, please do not fret. What you wore before didn't suit you the slightest, love." He combed through her hair, sighing at its silky texture and pressed a kiss against her face.

"…What the hell will I wear in the meantime?" Kagome snipped out, "I'm not going to be naked before Gabriel!"

At this Adrian snorted, though he did have to admit it was an oversight on his part, "It'll be fine. You can wear something of mine in the meantime."

"…If I recall correctly," Kagome set him a bland stare, "you had trouble containing yourself when I do."

Adrian shrugged, his lips forming into a wicked one. He didn't reply. He rolled his hips, pushing more of himself into her.

"You're kidding." Kagome slacked against his torso, trembling. She couldn't stop moans from escaping her throat.

Adrian nibbled on her neck, in the same spot he bit her last, "We have much to catch up on, love. We have all of this night to do so."

"Oh, fuck you."

Kagome snarled when she felt his laughter. Adrian grinned against her blotted skin, "You already are, my love!"

"At least take the bloody things off of me!" Kagome, still with her pout, wiggled, a finger already started cutting into the leather.

Adrian pushed her back down onto his cloak, "Maybe later." He resumed his thrusting, eliciting her cries, "Now we focus on our proper reunion, love."


Gabriel didn't really need to guess what went down last night. Muffling his chortle with a hand he tried to keep his eyes away from his disgruntled mother, wrapped in his father's cloak and was bundled in his arms. "Had fun last night I see?"

Adrian's eyes spoiled his mirth. He had been in his best mood in recent years, his vows finally were starting to mend with his wife. Indeed he was glad and didn't quite give a damn that the poor woman was ruined of all clothing saved for a mantle not big enough to hide her nudity.

Kagome scowled at Gabriel, "Be quiet, you!" She wiggled in Adrian's arms but was held fast. She huffed, her face scarlet red and sulked. Why did their son picked this time of day to wait for them? Shouldn't he be prowling away in some village's library instead?

Being a dhampyr (although of unique origin having another dhampyr as his own sire) afforded Gabriel lack of modesty when it comes to sexual subjects. It was simply something that was part of nature. Still, that didn't mean he'd like to see evidence of his parents' recent deeds. Just the same Gabriel let loose a snicker, "Well, I'll leave you two be, then?"

"Buy me some damn clothes if you can." Kagome gritted out.

Gabriel scurried away, his feet dancing over leaves, "I'll see what I can do, mother!" He was gone.

"He's in a good mood," Kagome grumbled out. She pointedly looked away when Adrian buried his nose in her hair.

Adrian laughed, his voice quiet, "Perhaps because we are mending our relationship, love. What child wouldn't want to see their parents be happy again together?" He peppered kisses on her crown.

"Doesn't mean you'd get free passes, Adrian." Kagome grumped, rubbing the fading tingles in her arms underneath her husband's cloak. She followed up with a long exhale.

"I know," he sighed, "but it's a good start."

Kagome glanced and huffed, though good-naturedly, "Well, I suppose we all have to start somewhere." She peered over his arms back to the cabin they earlier dwelled in, "I would like to have a quick bite though." Her eyes flickered to her husband, "Would you like to eat with me?"

Adrian blinked before a slow smile crept across his face at his Kagome's request to spend time with him. He nosed against her cheek, "Gladly, my love." With an even pace, he strolled to the little shelter and slipped inside, eagerly awaiting to see where their future will lead.

They'd never again be apart after all.


a/n: feel free to interpret what they mean by eating, lol. originally i meant it as a lunch together, like their first date after so long, but someone said she thought otherwise. i'm leaving it an open-ended, however, so assume whatever you want. anyway, this story is pretty much DONE. *tosses confetti*

i might add a chapter or two, maybe some snippets, afterward though, and focus more on kagome. but, i wouldn't hold my breath.

i know there's a lot of weaknesses in this bit, especially when we didn't get a lot of a look in kagome's mind and story pacing, but there's not much i can do in short of turning this into a full fic (which i don't want having few big works on my hands). this story was originally written for my tumblr, masquerabe, from on challenges i was given. i'm actually pretty happy with this piece, regardless, thus why i posted it outside of my tumblr. plus, it's completed!

hope ya'll enjoyed the AluKag angst ride and HAPPY HOLIDAYS!