Ginger Dog

"Please, Rose..." Diana pleaded, as your fists collided with the punching bag that You had to reinforce with a few leftover iron sheets from the construction site.

It had been two days since your incident with the Nox, and against all odds... they were pretty understanding about the whole thing, those who adored you jumped to your defence and even those who didn't, understood what it meant to fall into a berserk monster hungry for blood. Still... you thought about Rudy, her recovery was remarkably fast, though the skin on her neck was blackened with your venom, and every move that you made to touch her was met with a flinch, despite her insisting (Insanely as always) that it was nothing less than ecstasy and wanted you to do it again.

Rose frowned deeply, shaking away your sister's question "For the tenth time... I don't know who your mother is, Diana. I am sorry."

Didi's lips curled into a frown, hugging herself as she shook her head "I... I just... if there is any way that we could find her, learn about her then... I need to know."

The Two stood awkwardly as the sound of your fist cracking and denting into the Metal of your punching bag wrung through the cave.

Namina was nowhere to be found, you had tried to summon her... but she would not answer, god it made you feel sick imagining her sat in some hole crying and thinking that she was lesser, but there was nothing you could do. THERE WAS NEVER ANYTHING YOU COULD DO.

Take a Chill pill, slick, remain calm.

Vlad's voice-directed you, attempting to soothe the burning rage that had still refused to die down within you. You had not told Rose yet... you didn't know how, or... you were too afraid of how she might react, neither did you tell anyone, it was difficult to express your feelings when they were poisoning you from the inside.

Diana grasped Rose's shoulder's desperately "Please, Rose, anything. maybe her name, we don't even know our mother's name, Rosie."

*Smash*

Rose and Diana jolted turning to you as the Bag blew off of its chains, the heavy metal thunking as it collided with the wall, delivered there by a wrecking ball blow that you had thrown, one fueled by the Bloodlust inside.

Your bloody eyes turned to your sister, who seemed utterly unnerved by your appearance "If she says she doesn't know, then she doesn't know, Didi. Stop Asking." You growled.

Diana's brows furrowed "Fine." and with that, she marched off, though not before pointing at you angrily "Oh, by the way, the Police chief has called, she wants to organise a meeting for tonight."

You raised an eyebrow "When?"

Didi gritted her teeth, roaring: "I'm not your fucking secretary, check your god damn emails or something!"

"What is your problem?" You snarled, marching up to her and meeting her eye to eye.

Diana looked at you, the Gold surrounded by pools of red where both of your eyes had burst, and she shook her head "I-I know you're struggling... but-" Her hand went to touch your chest...

"She might see you!"

You grasped her wrist before it could touch you, casting it away "Do not touch me." Fuck... why did you say that!?

Your sister gave you a disgusted scoff, her nose flaring as she growled "Oh I won't... in fact, I promise. I'll just go look for information on Your mother by myself." You could do nothing, could say nothing, possessed by Bloodlust as you were, but look at your sister's back as she marched away, the doors to your cave banging as she swiftly departed.

Falling down to your knees and gripping your temples as you tried to bury the horrible feeling inside "Fuck... fuck why... why did I say that, I didn't want to say that..." You whispered, on the verge of exploding... though you had been like that for 42 hours now.

Cold hands, so cold that they burned, held your face, lifting it up to see Rose's beautifully smiling face, she wiped the tears from your eyes, and pulled you up, leading you over to the Lounge where she set your heaving form to sir beside her.

She brandished something long and smooth and put it in your trembling hands, her smile soothed you, calmed the storm inside, and her voice put calm in your raging sea as it spoke in a humble request "Sing for me..." She asked softly, stroking your hair with her cold hands.

"What?" You asked, contemplating Diana's guitar that sat comfortably in your hands.

Rose shrugged coldly "You sang for the others, not for me, I am jealous. Sing for me." She said in her blunt jargon.

You paused for a moment but soon found your fingers plucking at the strings, feeling their vibrations, skipping and jumping on each cord, the notes playing off in your head with perfect succession... Rose sat looking at You, a hint of impress on her pretty pale face, and the words found your lips.

"When I see you alone ~ I see what's in your mind
You want me, yes you do ~ You don't need to tell me
I know you love me most ~ No one else takes my place
You need me, yes you do ~ Forever, and ever..."

God this was corny... why did you have to pick that song? you thought it would be a funny reference, especially with the cringy poorly translated Japanese, ROSE HASN'T SEEN FUTURAMA WHY THE FUCK WOULD SHE GET IT!?

Why don't you relax... and pay a little attention.

Your bloody eyes looked at Rose and... She seemed, disarmed, genuinely taken aback, this wasn't the first time that she had even heard you sing but... she looked in wonder.

And so you continued.

"When we kiss ~ I see what's in your heart
You love me, yes you do ~ You don't need to tell me
I know you love me most ~ No one else takes my place
Believe me, you do ~ Forever, and ever."

A droplet formed in those Blue eyes, a bright red star falling across a pale sky, Rose's face reddened, her eyes becoming puffy as she listened, scooting closer to you, as to gorge herself on the sound of your voice.

"We are in love
Baby love child
I take you so high
Groovy love child
Give me a kiss
Baby love child
Do it again..."

Your strumming became clearer as your fingers steadied, feeling the redheads touch as she clung to you, it was the greatest amnesia of all, because it made you forget the horrible feeling inside, but made you, the real you, erupt in ****.

rocketing enthusiastically as you grinned, you strummed wildly into a strange wavy tune, that made Rose look up as You cheesed down at her.

"ATTENTION ADULTS!" You cried, at first making Rose scrunch her nose up at the strange deviation from your soothing voice. "ATTENTION ADULTS!" again you said, and her porcelain face became to crack in to a smile at your silliness. "ATTENTION ADUUUUULTS!"

Rose sniggered girlishly, the High Inquisitor laughing with you as you chuckled along, carefully winding back down into the sombre, but strangely beautiful chords.

"....We are in bed at night ~ I can see what you want
You want me yes you do ~ Rosie, I love you.
I know how you feel ~ You have all of my heart
I give you myself ~ Forever and ever
We are in love ~ Baby love child
I take you so high ~ Groovy love child
Give me a kiss ~ Baby love child
Do it again..."

As you finished with a gentle flourish, you felt Rose closing in on you, your noses tickling each other as her seldom breaths brushed against your own.

Her hands slid to your neck, the careful fingers holding you as she pulled you into a passionate embrace. Rose's mouth tasted sweet as your tongue played a tender dance, a tango that you missed sorely as she pulled away to gift you with those Frosty Blue eyes, which flooded in red.

It felt like an age since you had last kissed her, held her, you missed it, more than the world, more than anything. And that smile, such a rare thing, a thing that You had earnt... "I... I lo-"

Rose pressed her finger to your lips as you tried to speak, smiling deeper "You don't need to tell me." She whispered, making you both chuckle as goose-pimples formed on your arms and your heart thumped in your chest "Do it again." She said, urging you to press your lips into hers and that you did, hungrily.

Her body gave in to your verocity, falling back into the couch as you cast the guitar aside, practically pouncing on her as you felt at her perfect body, **** to feel her naked skin against you, to fulfil that Rose-shaped hole inside of you, to- "Stop."

Rose slinked back, frowning as she shook her head at herself "What is this? what is wrong with me?" She asked matter factually, slithering up to her feet and unbuttoning her black jeans and diving her hand in.

You raised an eyebrow "Rosie what are you- Are you okay?"

"Quiet, I need to concentrate." Rose commanded irritatedly, as her hand started to pulsate in her crotch, you could see the outline of her fingers desperately attempt to derive pleasure... but she only got more frustrated "Why am I not wettening, why the fuck am I not Lubricating, what is happening to me!" Rose growled in a low fury, her taloned fingers slashing at the couch in cold wrath as she turned away, gripping her hair.

Jumping to action, you rushed to her, trying to comfort her "Hey... hey... what's wrong?" You asked.

Rose quivered as she refused to meet your eye "I... I... am not... I feel no arousal. Every time I try and think of you, or touch you, or go near you, my desires are muted." She growled.

The Storm inside returned, slowly building up again "I repulse you?"

Rose turned, gripping your face desperately "No! No! I want you... but... My body is."

"It's fine." You said coldly.

"Beloved." She said reaching out. But the endless void of Rage had already made a swift return.

"No. It's fine... I... I need to check my email."

And nothing more was said of it. Rose only sat beside you, a horribly guilty look on her face as she rubbed her eyes.

---

Rose sat in awkward silence as she clung to the powerful arms of her lover. There was something very very wrong with him, she knew this, she felt this, it was like being in love with a volcano, and yet, that was not the reason that she could not give herself to him.

Charlie tapped away on his laptop, his eyes ruined by the bloody quality of his Sclera, flooded with red and painting Rose in a strange, nostalgic quality that she couldn't put her finger on, and yet, that was not the reason that she could not give herself to him.

"Ugh... shit." He growled irritatedly, restraining his rage, his arms quaking with annoyance as He typed on the... She forgot the name of them... oh yes... the Keyboard. He was losing control, falling into a darker part of himself, and she didn't know how to help him, much to her already overwhelming frustration. But that was not the reason that she could not give herself to him either.

Rose's stomach churned, sending a horrible queezy and dizzying feeling shooting up her throat. She felt like she wanted to be sick, to throw up, but she resisted and gulped down her illness. Just being near him made Rose feel like she had consumed a metric ton of human cuisine, her belly ached and her head spun at his touch, earlier when He came unto her, a thing that would formerly take her to a place hither too unmatched in otherworldly arousal, now only served to make her stomach writhe, and her loins run dry as the desert. This. was the reason why Rose could not give herself up to her beloved... and it caused her more emotional pain than she had ever experienced.

"Rose?"

Rosaria was stirred from her thoughts, looking at her Man's beautifully handsome face... that made her belly feel like it was packed with leeches.

"I was distracted." She thought allowed "I am never distracted." she noted with concern, her usually constant vigilance, one that she had honed after years under the Grand Inquisitor's training, was slipping, that was supposed to be impossible? But Charlie didn't seem to notice, pointing at the luminescent screen that shone like a silver lantern.

"Here look, The Chief wants to meet this morning..." He said.

Rose nodded trying to recapture her usually unbreakable focus "Then I suppose that you will wish to divert to the evening?"

Charlie paused, rubbing his burst eyes, and pushing back his Black curls "No. We'll meet her at the appointed time."

She raised an eyebrow "It will be a cloudy day, but are you sure that is wise?"

He nodded gravely "The Daylight... it subdues... my bloodlust, and with all of those humans around, I will need to lower the risk as much as possible."

She didn't question him, she didn't want to escalate his already growing wrath, and so the two got ready in an instant, and prepared to leave for the local authorities, ready to answer their call.

---

The Station was a good walk away, and so you and Rose took a quick Taxi through town, although it felt like anything but quick, with the taxi driver who's blood sped through his veins with such gusto that you thought you might lose it.

Although, Rose held you close, easing your bloodlust slightly.

It hurt... thinking that the one that you needed, depended on the most... couldn't be intimate with you. You just tried not to think about it, although in your quiet a question was posed... "In the forest." You started, catching the Redheads attentions as the car engine rumbled "We... We were matched, physically, up until you froze my arm and blew up my head..." You subconsciously rubbed your arm, it still ached deeply and the scar there was horrible, though at least the long, faint scar on your face where she had punched a nuclear bomb into you was only just noticeable, streaking like a falling star from the top of your left eye down to your left cheek. "...It felt like, I could have beaten you?" You pointed out.

Rose rubbed her chin, nodding "Yes... it was peculiar, I have not been matched in combat outside of Valerica in many many years, but you were quite capable in your state, you used every trick that I trained into you."

"Were?" You asked curiously "Ow!" You groaned as she flicked you in the head, faster than you could react to.

Rose smiled "Your power was engorged during your Berserker state, like flexing a muscle to it's fullest, though as I suspected, also like a muscle, using that amount of power exhausted you after a time."

You nodded "Do you think... I could use it, aim it at Valerica and let loose?"

Rose shook her head adamantly "No. Even in that state, you are no match for her at her full strength, like My blood runes... She too has powers that she can utilize, powers that she uses with such an ease that it is daunting. It is comforting however that we have broken past the Law of Delegacy, to be able to harm your Master is not a small feat." She put diplomatically, though Valerica and Master in the same sentence made your skin crawl.

However, as you looked inward, to see Vlad smiling up at you, curiosity seemed to constrict on your mind "Vlad-I mean, Dracula... He was your Grandfather right?"

That seemed to catch her attention, her blue eyes studying you closely before she answered "Yes?"

You fiddled with your fingers "What was He like?" You had to know... I mean you were Dracula reborn, his reincarnation with a fragment of his soul inside of you, were you even your own person?

You are your own person, how many times do I have to tell you?

"We'll see."

Rose's nose flared as if she were trying to recall "It was a long time ago... Well... He was Black of hair, long and curly like mine, that runs in our blood, so I am told. I do not remember what colour his eyes were, though I remember how they burned red with passion. He was towering and dark, even though his skin was white as snow. he used to wear a crown of brilliant gold and he'd always smile and laugh, full of so much emotion... the opposite of my father... He loved to sing and to dance, He was fiercely intelligent, there wasn't anyone alive or dead who knew some of the things he did, He laid some of the foundations for the sciences of Mortals and Immortals alike, he was fascinated with the sky and the stars, the lightning and thunder, that is why He toiled to learn to pull the stars from the sky... My Father even says that He studied at a hidden school one hosted by the devil himself, that it was there that He learned how to shift into a dragon."

You looked in wonder "He could turn into a fucking dragon?"

Rose smiled "Dracula: Son of the Dragon." She translated.

"Jesus christ, He sounded invincible." You noted

Vlad gave you a wink from deep down below.

Rose shrugged "No one is invincible." She whispered, a little sadly.

You nodded "I'm sorry to say, but Alucard, Banishing him like that... He's a real asshole."

Blue orbs considered you suspiciously "How did you know He was banished?"

She must not know. The Time is not right.

You considered her eyes "Well I don't imagine that Alucard would kill his own father?" It wasn't a very well constructed lie, but Rose seemed to soften.

"Then You would be wrong. If not for My eldest sister, then My grandfather would have died earlier than fated."

You considered that, the image of the unseen woman in your mind... You wanted to question her further, but the Taxi came to a halt, and Rose tugged you gentle "Come, we are here... and it seems that we are expected."

The very moment that you helped Rose out of the Taxi and closed the door, you were met with an explosion of bright flashes, numbering so that the camera and booming voices nearly overwhelmed your senses.

A swarm of warm bodies came at you, bodies with press badges around their necks, phones in the hands of some and cameras in the hands of others.

You shielded your eyes as you saw figures in blue slammed together, shielding you and Rose from the outpour of the press that had come to yell and question you

"CHARLIE DO YOU HAVE ANY COMMENT ON YOUR FATHER'S BRUTAL ****."

"MR DRAKE - WHY HAVENT YOU COME FORWARD!?"

"WHO IS THIS YOUNG LADY WITH YOU, DO YOU HAVE ANY COMMENT!?"

You uncovered your eyes, peering at the massive crowd of people who had come to scrutinize, all of those pumping hearts, the bright lights, the shouting... it was enough to make your chest burn.

"I'm just a story to them.... Filthy worms..."

Remain calm, and step forward, do not hear them, do not see them. Just step forward.

"Come beloved," Rose said, taking your arms as you steadied yourself, trying to block out the shock in your system.

A uniform officer turned as He felt back a slew of men, pointing to the tall old cobblestone form of the WCPD Precinct manically "Mr Drake, get inside, The Cheif is waiting for you!"

Wallace was known for its old fashioned infrastructure, many of its buildings were hundreds of years old and in good condition, leading to many tall towers, parish churches and repurposed cobblestone forts with tall turrets, like the Precinct.

Rushing quickly (Human quickly that is) through the tall double doors, You and Rose came screeching into the station whose doors slammed shut with the weight of two bottom-heavy officers with nervous looks on their faces "Shitting hell, what the fuck is wrong with them! damn animals!" One of the sweating men said, listening to the roaring crowd outside.

This was not the first time that You had been in this station, you had liked it back then, mostly because you were a kid and you thought castles were cool, you still did, however, even with its semi-modernistic designs, with glass walls and wide desks and cubicles, You couldn't shake the feeling that this was not gonna be fun.

any of the Boys in Blue had given pause to your entry, standing and mean eyeing you, doubtlessly because of the ongoing search for you that they had likely wasted their time on, but you merely sniffed more annoyed than intimidated as you led Rose through the open hall.

"So... these are Human protectors?" Rose asked, seeming utterly unimpressed.

"The Black City's finest."

Rose scoffed "A single Inquisitor could drain every clogged artery in this room... there is nothing fine about them." She said bluntly, as you crossed an impish looking officer as He frowned at you, ascending the stairs to the second floor where Cheif Royce's office resided, A tall middle-aged, very irritated woman crossing into your line of sight as she stood at the doors of her office.

There was silence in that Office, with You and Rose seated behind a very grandious desk littered with papers, the Cheif in her tall seat, grumpily scribbling on paper and tapping on her keyboard as she seemed to Ignore you. Cheif Royce was an Older woman maybe in her early fifties, she was of the freckled pale-skinned completion and though she looked good for her age, she had horribly dark rings under her Pale Green eyes, and her ginger-orange hair was tied into a tight updo.

You just kinda sat there for a while, in silence, unsure of the Cheif's quiet, or what it meant. "Ummm, Chief?" You muttered, she didn't answer, merely continuing to work in silence as Your patience started to wain. "Cheif Royce... Miss Royce? Elisa?"

"Oh... I'm sorry am I ignoring you?" The Chief eventual growled, still refusing to make eye contact with you.

"What?" You said, slightly taken aback by her childish tone.

She smiled to herself bitterly, tapping and tapping away as You started to boil over. "Are entirely serious, right now?" You snarled.

Cheif Royce shrugged in exasperation, finally turning her Pale Yellow eyes at you as she grinned mockingly "Am I serious... Do you have any idea how much time I have wasted on looking for you, for 14 weeks we've been in Amber alert, using all of our resources to track you down, then you just appear out of nowhere, twice your original height, muscle and looking like you've been stabbed in the eyeballs?"

You folded your arms, trying to stop your eyes from burning at the woman, irritated by her tone and the overwhelming scent of her perfume... how much perfume does one woman need Jesus!?

"I didn't just show up. I went to my dad's funeral, maybe I didn't feel like turning myself in for questioning right after the **** of my fucking father?" Rose held your hand, assisting in stifling a growl.

The Chief considered you for a moment, before nodding slightly, holding her hands up "Alright... alright, you got me, Roman was a friend and I should have expected his son to be distant after his ****... poor judgement on my part... look water under the bridge, come on put her there." reaching over, Chief Royce put out a friendly hand... Rose eyed it suspiciously, but more looking to get this over with, you merely went to take it.

The Cheif's hands... the palms unusually smooth, grasped at your wrist, and with her other hand, she stuffed a file into your open hand, leaning back as she eyed you expectantly.

Discreetly, you slashed open the Envelope, eyes flickering between the very-self satisfied looking Cheif, and Rose, who fixed the fellow redhead an inquisitive stare, like she was trying to place her somewhere in her mind.

You brandished the file, which had your name in bold on it's face. The Chief folded her arms, her hair swishing as she started to hum to herself, her Pale Yellow eyes starting to buzz slightly with excitement.

Pictures where in your hands, pictures that you studied closely. The First few made you frown, a bloody scene... one that was burned into your memory, that of Blue-drake manor, your home, after Valerica had torn apart your dad's guards. when you shuffled to the next you froze... it had been a while since you had seen it properly, not that it too wasn't engraved in your being.

But seeing the artificial crime-scene pictures of his corpse, slumped in that chair... it made your chest writhe.

Rose slid closer, grasping your arm as you tried to calm your heavy breaths "Steady." She whispered, her voice helping to dull the pain if only a little.

You shuffled it away from your gaze, to avoid rupturing your control... but the next Picture or pictures where much more distressing.

The First few were blank, merely pictures of the doors of your cave, the next at the Cafe when you and Diana went to speak to Miss Salvador you accountant... although only Diana was there, and the space where you recalled being was blank.

"It must be very convenient..." Chief Royce said, watching you closely "...Not appearing in mirrors... or Photos, or CCTV Footage."

You continued to look through them, most were with Diana, her walking beside no one, speaking to nothing, but then...

The next few pictures you were in, Peering outside the warehouse where Belle's breaking took place, walking with Belle into the Alexandrov mansion with Belle, and You getting into a cab... wearing the clothes that You were right now.

Your eyes lifted, trembling with a visible ire "I am going to ask you some question now. And I want you to think carefully before you answer." You growled.

Cheif Royce, rested her elbows on the desk, a very satisfied look on her face "Ask whatever you want."

You counted off on your fingers "One: How much do you know? Two: How did you photograph me? and three... who. took. these?" You were deadly serious now, before this was just an official call, but now... now she had your full attention.

"Well... I know enough. More than you might like, less than I like but folks like me tend to keep to themselves. I'm glad you asked the second question because It was a very difficult thing to pull off, we tried so many options, asked so many questions, do we need a better camera, can we photograph him at night will he show up then? but then that's when I had an epiphany... Silver..."

"Silver?" You asked

"Yes... I hate the stuff, it's as deadly for me as it is for you, though I don't burst into flames, we aren't that dramatic." She was speaking rather casually for something so significant "Have you ever heard of Silvering?" She asked.

Rose spoke for the first time "Coating a non-conductive substrate-"

Royce nodded "Such as Glass..."

Rose continued, recognition in her eyes "...with a reflective substance?"

"Such as Silver." The Cheif whispered, fiddling darkly with her long fingers.

You lent forward fiercely "You made a Silver lense to photograph me?"

Clapping her unusually large hands together, the Cheif pointed at you "But wait... there's more, look at the next picture."

You did so cautiously and suspiciously and froze. It was you... feeding on a hippy, your teeth buried deep into his neck.

In an instant, your eyes blazed, and your mind reached out to attack the Chiefs, to rip the memories out of her mind... and you successfully did so, sinking your claws into her brain as You growled: "Forget me."

The Cheif sniffed slightly, blinking her Yellow eyes before wrenching forward at you, her face contorting monstrously as her nose blackened, eyes flashing and her teeth becoming jagged with sharp canines, her growl was not a Vampires, it was an animal, feral and it made you slink back slightly in shock, though Rose put herself between you, staring resolutely at the Chief as she paused.

A rumbling, snarling laugh erupted from her jaws, the woman relaxing back in her chair as Her face shifted back into it's normal, human formation "What's wrong? scared of the Big bad wolf?" She asked, her eyes twitching and neck cracking as she grunted whatever wanted to jump out at you back inside.

You watched silently, but Rose spoke: "Do you know who I am?" She asked.

The Cheif nodded lazily "Unfortunately. and no, I can't tear you limb from limb, as much as I would like to."

Rose nodded "The High Council will hear of any breaking of the Truce."

"Oh don't get your panties in a twist, Upir. You or your prissy little clan will not come to any harm, My Alpha commands it." She quivered as she spoke in a very unnatural way, you scrunched up your nose as the scent hit you, a scent that overpowered her abundance of perfume... an overwhelming smell of Wet dog.

"No fucking way." You muttered.

The Cheif nodded "Way. Now back to business, I cannot disclose to you the identity of the Photographer since-"

You stood, manically "Fuck the Photographer!" Your eyes were now filled with fascination "There is no way that You are actually a.... like a real-life... Werewolf?" You asked, voice filled with wonder.

Cheif Royce scowled "Don't call me that, You bloodsucking leech. I am a Lupus, I was born not made, ignorant child." She seethed as she chocked down another growl "Look at me, you got My little friend in here all excited, she wants to devour you... it makes what I am about to say all the worse."

"Oh?" You asked.

The Cheif put her hands together, sitting up in a more official position "On behalf of My Alpha, I would like to assure discretion regarding the evidence that we have of your... Vampiric, existence. a sign of goodwill. He would also like to set up a meeting in the future when the Full Moon is not so near. Despite our... kind regards, we will be keeping a close eye on you, one of our agents has in fact volunteered to re-assume her duties to watch you, and that is about all I have to say."

Elisa Royce, proceeded to return to her work, barely reacting as You stood "What? so you just get to follow me around as much as you wish? I think the fuck not!" You growled.

She didn't look away from her monitor "I already had you followed around as much as I wished. Bye Bye."

Your claws sharped as You growled, a burning cold hand stop you "Come. Follow." She asked softly. taking you hand and leading you away from the Precinct, from the cops, and from Chief Elisa Royce... the God damn Werewolf.