The weather here was warmer, humid, compared to the city life I was used to. The unfriendly people, unwelcoming atmosphere, and the air of confusion mixed with emotions of grief, anger, revelation, and greed were nagging at me. After swearing my vow to Mara, offering her strength to avenge the massacre of her family and species, I ask my own question, and receive the answer I was certain of from the first syllable of my asking. Once the questions have been asked I turn to Daedalus, Aureval, Mara, Shadow, and Alucard, "I seek fresh food." Kindly Mara offers Everlasting Rations. Bowing my head, I gently decline, "After nearly two centuries, those taste like pine bark to me." I shouldered my gear and aimed for the door when Alucard spoke up, "I shall hunt with you. I could use fresh air myself." I nod my assent and step from the building with Alucard beside me.
We traveled for a bit to the woods where Alucard begins preparing for his hunt.
"I fear I know not how to hunt or fish, I was hoping with my memories to guide me, I'd get a bit of luck. I don't think I will be able to handle rations for every meal." I hide a wry smile, embarrassed at my lack of true experience. Alucard smirks, "I'll get food, I'm good on the hunt. You find a good spot to start a fire."
I kneel and meditate, the heat and humidity uncomfortable in my layers of armor, it takes me a few minutes to pull the memories forward, something as simple as building a fire didn't require much time or concentration, many of my lives lived knew these skills, which made it so much easier for me to access. By the time Alucard had returned with a large swamp hare I had a strong fire built, and together we began cooking. I spread my heavy blanket on the ground to keep the dirt from our clothes, and set out my dining gear, but as I set out a second set Alucard shakes his head at me and lifts a flask from his cloak, a thick red liquid sloshing inside, coating the glass and silver. He almost grimaces when he turns the stopper. "You hunt for me, gather me fresh food and cook it, the least I can offer is the same to you." This causes him to pause and look in her direction, "What you offer..." I nod. Standing I begin to remove the layers of plate armor and chain shirt below, I straighten my loose pants and tunic before pulling up the sleeve of my shirt, "I offer my blood to your sustenance. When I said we eat fresh, I meant it."
Alucard blinks, his voice soft, hesitant, "I am flattered. This is a surprising gesture, are you sure?" I nodded again, "When was the last time you've had from the vein?" I asked, my voice matching the tone of his, quiet, respectful. There is a quiet understanding between them, a respect that comes from ages of life, remembered or not. "Four Centuries, when I was learning to control my blood lust. I didn't trust myself after, nor did I trust the people who offered it."
"I trust you enough. You should come to me when you have need. I will freely offer. You, the noblest of your cursed kin, should not be made to partake of beasts or aged and kept blood for sustenance."
Again he pauses, looking at the dark skin of her offered wrist, the bright white stripe standing out in contrast, "I...hmmm. My lady, honestly, I cannot thank you enough. This..." Sighs, "I do not know if you understand the significance of your offer, but I extend my full thanks to you. Truly. This is significant."
I couldn't help but smile, truly and without hesitation, "My gift. My honor."
Taking her offered hand gently, kissing the palm, "A gift I will accept with an open heart, for my soul is not mine to give." A whisper of a kiss on her pulse point, "My lady." He pierces her flesh with little hesitation, as gently as he can manage. The warmth, the energy of life invigorates him in a way that his bottled meals never could. He drinks deeply, his thirst seeming to increase with each swallow of rich blood, until his eyes reach upwards and sees the kind acceptance in mine. He pauses, pulling away slowly, cleaning the blood from my skin. The pain is barely noticeable, and though the initial piercing of fangs caused a burning ache, I put it aside and focus on the man before me and his needs. There is more than hunger in his eyes, there is a desire for acceptance.
I take a piece of clean dry cloth and wrap my wrist, it seemed wrong in a way to heal it with magic, as if doing so would ignore the significance for Alucard. Almost like shrugging after someone shares their deepest secrets, it wasn't right. It would heal soon enough, even without magic to help it along. It was important to her that he sees she understands this event means something to him, though she doesn't truly understand why.
Clearing his throat and wiping the blood from his lips he breaks the silence by asking, "You mentioned earlier, looking through your memories to find the skill to hunt, what is it like? To be able to search through your own memories, your lifetimes, as you do?"
Turn the hare on the spit they had made earlier I take a moment to collect my thoughts, it's hard to explain really, but I wanted to try, "Imagine having a large book filled with stories in many languages. You can only read a few paragraphs at a time and it's often hard to recognize what ones are available when you open the book. Each paragraph a different language and you have to find the ones you can read among those you cannot."
Testing the meat Alucard nods thoughtfully, "That is...interesting. Useful, but...it must be frustration at times."
"I can be." I respond, looking around the circle of trees that grant us privacy from potentially unfriendly eyes, "Imagine have a thousand lifetimes to sort through, but only able to see maybe five or six at any given time. I try to search for a commonality in them...like when I built the fire. It's a common enough skill, so it doesn't take long to find. However, trying to search my mind for specific history lore, that's a bit harder, and takes a lot of energy."
His eyes are sad as he looks up. I hadn't noticed him move, but he was across the fire, testing the meat and scouting to be sure we were safe and unwatched. The fire cast a glow to his eyes that would cause most to be afraid, but I sensed what was beyond the reflection, the word he spoke meant so much more than the syllables of its making, "Lonely?"
A sad smile touches my lips and I look to the ground where my armor lays, softly glinting in the fading sun and rising flames, "I am." I sigh, my thoughts race to the years, decades, of my training, studying, my forced solitude of learning, "I was destined for great responsibility. Three days after my birth the Lifeline Shaman foretold of my fate. I have been forced to train since before I could stand. I have spent more time alone in my mind than with any company." Dark images flash in her memory...the hideous transformation, the need to find a magic that would free her from her solitude, finding her divinity and finally her way back from the brink, back to the Deva. I forced my thoughts back to the present, now was not the time to share the dark thoughts.