This is how it feels.

The Dhampir was reluctant to go to the ball, he wasn’t one for socializing unless absolutely necessary, and would rather stay in his castle despite the loneliness. He’d prefer the quiet over the loud and boisterous words, the women swooning over him, saying he was such a gallant man— which was sad because he would simply nod his head in greeting to them.

To fall in love with you.

With a sigh, Alucard swirled his wine in the glass, gazing down at his reflecting in the red. Richter dragged him here, saying he needed to get out of his lonely castle and let loose for a while. Maybe this was good, maybe he did need to stop being so stuck up and stoic. You would certainly agree, always teasing him for being as stiff as a board. Honestly, he only stopped protesting about coming here after you declared you were going.

To always think of you.

So, here he was, waiting for you to finally come through those doors. He paid no mind as said doors opened and people gasped, turning and staring. He didn’t bother to look up, at least not until a tap came to his shoulder and he turned. His breath left from his lungs, his golden eyes roaming over your form. You looked otherworldly, rendering him speechless for moments he didn’t dare admit to.

To always dream of you.

“You look…” he tried to find the right words as he held his hand out for you, watching as you took it. “Stunning.” It didn’t feel right, though. It felt like an understatement, as if nothing would do you justice for the absolute beauty you were.

Yes, it hurts so much to fall in love.

Alucard led you across the room and to the ballroom floor, unable to resist leading you into a dance. His movements were graceful, he had nearly three hundred years of practice. But you? You moved as if you could fly, you captured his heart with such ease he was nearly knocked to the ground, his head spinning, his heart racing with feelings that became more abundant the longer he was by your side.

With you.