"Calm down Lord Alucard...every man and woman in the world is an individual who deserves multiple chances in life...and it was so your father would remain in sanity..." he said calmly.
Curiosity flashes across his face, "You're the reason?" He asks as he takes a stop and stills. "She is just a woman to you. Why do you care?"
"You see, I am the reason why she is miraculously recovering from her ailment...I gave her a special necklace that would heal her very well..." he said soothingly, his voice actually making Alucard actually express something.
"Yes, entertain me." Alucard turns his attention toward the new man. His white attire momentarily distracting him. He watches him carefully, his eyes tracing the book within his hands.
Aeon appeared yet again, but this time, reading a book, and he said, "I believe that I owe you an explanation..." he said in a voice smoother than silk.
"Yes, of course I am pleased that her health is improving," He pauses and slowly paces to the right. "Yet, her quick recovery is suspicious." He explains, his voice gentle; velvet.
"Why so late and gloomy? You should be glad your mother has not died..." he said soothingly, and looked at his crucifix necklace.
"How may I help you?" Alucard asks Richter. He vaguely turns to face him. He keeps his features disinterested and unreadable.
A familiar voice speaks to Alucard. "Hello old friend...it's been a while since we last met..." said Richter.
"Ah yes! Good, good1 A feast we will have tonight, to celebrate her good health and the sweet change of out fortune." Dracula smiles widely. His perfect teeth flashing in the candle light. He soon sends for a servant to prepare the kitchen, to warn them of the feast they are to have.
Now being downstairs, Alucard avoids his father as though he is trying to avoid the plague. Noticing the haul for dinner, he shakes his head. His father's lifestyle hasn't changed, ordering too much food for his staff to enjoy the fresh meat as well. Turning, he notices a servant girl, her dark eyes staring at him with admiration. Returning his attention to his writing, he continues to work on a screenplay. Just something to occupy his mind from his mother's impending doom, yet something has changed. A miracle possibly, something has made her health change for the better.
An hour later, the knight returned with a large group of deer and wild boar for his master's dinner. "Your dinner, sire..." he said.
Perching himself in his study, Dracula pondered over a book with gold binding and dark brown covers. Ancient symbols crested the book and seemed to dance around the edges. The words written in a dead language, all spells that he knows he must brush up on.
The knight saluted him once again, then rose out to the forest, where he hunted down deer and wild boar for his Lord's supper.
"You don't have to, I will meet with him. I just won't be happy about it." Dracula speaks to his loyal guard. He gazes up toward the stairs before scanning the written letter again carefully.
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