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Fri, 26 Feb 2010 16:52:11 +0100

Hello butterflies,
I've been getting a lot of questions lately about what's going on with Alucard right now. So I thought I would let you all know that about a month ago I was chatting with Valerie on Facebook and she had mentioned that there was going to be a concert this month and that it would be announced on the News section.
With it being near the end of this month now and no news posted, I contacted the guys via Facebook to find out what's going on. The only response I recieved was from Jonathan and he said that he didn't know anything about it.
Basically this post is to let you know that although I am "Muse of the Void" I am just as in the dark about updates as everyone else. So if anyone has been keeping in contact with any of the guys and has any new info feel free to post it here so that nobody is left in the dark.

Your Muse,
Lady Winter

Kamikaze Karaoke

Fri, 22 Jan 2010 19:02:06 +0100

This fanfic has been a long time in the making and is dedicated to Heart Astray. I won't go into details as to why it's taken me so long to write this but I will say that I hope you all enjoy it.

Author's Note -
The setting of this fanfic is a bar that I used to go to all the time and the reason it's set at this particular bar is because after talking to Kalpea I learned that Belgium bars don't allow such craziness... at least none of the ones she's been to. Also, if you don't recognize some of the names of people in this fic it's because they're friends of mine that I hang out with at Frank's Place. Without further delay here is my "Kamikaze Karaoke" fanfic.

Frank's Place (Saturday Night) - Alucard, Heart Astray, and The Lampades arrive.

Lady: Hey, guys. How was the flight? I'm sorry I didn't come meet you at the airport but you all know how I feel about planes and well, those particular feelings extend to the airport itself.
Jonathan: Hello, Lady. It's ok that you didn't come to greet us at the airport.
Julien: Yeah, we understand that you feel the need to run for dear life when planes are involved. *chuckle*
Dorian: We're just happy to be able to spend time with our fans.
Heart Astray: And I'm extremely happy to have been invited. *hugs Lady*
Lady: Uhm, Heart Astray I'm as huggie feely as the next person but... I can't breathe!
Heart Astray: Oops! *lets Lady catch breath*

Someone sneaks up behind Lady and covers her eyes.

Lady: Shadow, I know it's you.
Shadow: How'd you know it was me?
Lady: Because you're the only one other than Anthony and Alex that does that to me everytime I come here. And since your nails are longer than Anth's and you're taller than Alex... meaning I didn't get pulled down... by process of elimination that leaves only you, dear heart.
Shadow: Well, you're no fun. *pouts* Are you gioing to introduce me to your friends?
Lady: Uhm, I was thinking I would introduce them to everyone all at once so I don't have to repeat myself over and over again. You know how I hate sounding like a broken record.
Anthony and Alex: But you do it so well.
Lady: Yeep! *startled* Where the hell did you two come from?
Anthony: We've been doing our "rounds" on the porch.
Alex: Momma and Dad are still on the porch talking to Mr. Ed *shutters*
Lady: Oh, lord Ed's here? HIDE ME! *ducks behind Heart Astray*
Shadow: Belial, you know hiding behind someone as skinny as her isn't going to hide you from Ed.
Lady: Crap, you're right. *grabs a seated Hucky and hides behind him*
Huck: I take it she's hiding from Ed again?
Lady: You bet your life I'm hiding! I swore the last time I was here that I would do whatever it took not to be serenaded by that man!!!
Shadow: Hey, Belial. Last time he serenaded you he sang "Oh, My Darling Celementine", right?
Lady: *shutters* Don't remind me.

Ed, Momma Karen, and Daddy Tony enter.

Shadow, Anthony, Alex, and Huck:
Oh my darling, oh my darling,
Oh my darling, Clementine!
Thou art lost and gone forever
Dreadful sorry, Clementine
Lady: *looks on in horror* Traitors!!! I won't soon forget this! *runs to bathroom to hide*

Ed sees and catches Lady (with help) before she can make it to the safety of the women's bathroom and the next thing to be heard is a very drunk Ed singing "Oh My Darling, Clementine" to a very mortified Lady. Everyone starts laughing.

Dorian: Excuse me. What was the name you called Lady earlier?
Shadow: Lady? If you're referring to her *points to a still mortified Lady*, around here we call her Belial. Her real name is Amanda but she refuses to let anyone call her that.
Heart Astray: She's like that on the forum too. Why is that?
Anthony: She doesn't like her real name because of what it means... To be loved.
Dorian: What does "Belial" mean?
Shadow: Worthlessness or wickedness.
Dorian: And she likes the meaning of that over her real name?
Anthony: It's a little too complicated to explain, but yes... she would rather be called Belial than her real name. The only people she allows to call her by her real name are those she knows loves her.
Heart Astray: If you know what "Belial" means then why do you call her that?
Shadow: We choose to use the wickedness meaning because she can be truly evil when she wants to be. As I'm sure you will find out before the night is over.
Sebastien: We've read her fanfics and if she's anything like she is in her fanfics I'm fairly certain we're in for a night filled with lots of fun and at least one of us will get a prank pulled on them.
Anthony: That sounds like our B.

Ed finally finishes serenading a very traumatized Lady and Dave, the karaoke dj, hands her the mic so she can introduce Alucard, Heart Astray, and The Lampades to everyone.

Lady: If I can have everyone's attention, I'd like to introduce to you all some very special guests that came all the way from Belgium and France to be here tonight. *grabs Dorian* This is Dorian and he is the singer of Alucard. *grabs Jonathan* This is Jonathan and he is the pianist/keyboardist of Alucard. *grabs Julien* This is Julien and he is the guitarist of Alucard. *grabs Sebastien* This is Sebastien and he is the drummer of Alucard. *grabs Sylvain* This is Sylvain and he is the bassist of Alucard. In case you can't tell, all five of these gentlemen make up the band Alucard. Now you 5 go sit down *shoos them to take a seat*. The two beautiful ladies that accompanied them here are The Lampades and Heart Astray *grabs both women before they can make a run for it*. Now, let's show them what we do for fun here at Frank's Place... Let the Kamikaze Karaoke begin!!!
Sylvain: Kamikaze Karaoke?
Shadow: It's really fun. We all write down at least 2 songs we like that are sung by the opposite gender and then we place the songs in a bag. Dave, the guy at the karaoke machine, will add in a couple of popular songs, shake the bag up, and we'll all take turns picking a song from the bag. If we pick someone else's song we have the option of either trying to sing it or dancing on the bar.
Jonathan: What happens if we refuse to sing and we refuse to get on the bar?
Anthony: There is no refusing. B makes sure everyone follows the rules even if she has to pick them up (sometimes with help) and put them on the bar herself.
Alucard, Heart Astray, and Lampades: O.o
Jonathan: Uhm, I don't know about the rest of you but I'm getting out of here while I still can. *heads for door*
Lady: Just where do you think you're going?
Jonathan: Uhm.... away from here.
Lady: *glares* Not a chance, Bub. Now sit down, write your songs down, and wait patiently for your turn. If you don't I'll choose your songs and you will be "guarded" until Kamikaze Karaoke Night is over.
Anthony: Trust me, you should just do as she says because her idea of guarding is someone like her, Shadow, myself, or Huck sitting on you.
Huck: You'll be flat as a pancake if she has me do it. *smile*
Lady: Well, what will it be? *puts paper slips and pens on table*

Everyone grabs two slips of paper and a pen.

Lady: Oh, Dorian. You're "exempt" from Kamikaze Karaoke.
Jonathan: Why is he exempt from this and we're not?
Lady: He's a singer. Plus, I'm not going to showcase him for every horny girl here to try to get with him and in certain cases horny guys. *glares at Anth who happens to be sitting rather close to Dorian*
Dorian: O.o *slides away from Anth*
Anthony: B!? Why'd you have to go and say that? *pout*
Lady: Because I know you too well, Anth. And I'm not going to let ANYONE around here scare them from ever coming back to the States!!! Now quit pouting and get away from him before I hit you upside the head with my shoe!

Anth looks down to see which shoes Lady's wearing.

Anthony: O.o *slides chair away from Dorian*
Lady: Thank you.

Dave walks over with the Kamikaze Karaoke bag, takes everyone's slips, puts in the popular songs, shakes bag, and has Lady pick her first song.

Dave: First "victim" of the night is... Belial. Her song is... Alex's choice, "The Thunder Rolls" by Garth Brooks. Will you sing or will you dance.
Lady: *glares at Alex who is hiding under table* I'll sing.

Lady takes mic from Dave and sings.

Shadow: Oh my God!!! She's actually singing a country song. Someone with a camera record this for future blackmail. *lol*

Lady walks over to Shadow while still singing, takes off her shoe, and proceeds to threaten harm if anyone dares to record her singing. When song is over, Lady hands the mic back to Dave, walks over to Shadow with shoe still in hand, and hits Shadow on the head with it.

Lady: That's for even suggesting someone record me singing. *turns to Dave* Next victim!!!
Sebastien: How is the "line up" decided?
Alex: Dave writes everyone's name that's participating down on that white board *points to white board next to karaoke machine*, as they enter the bar.
Julien: Hey, at least we'll be last since we just arrived a little while ago.
Alex: Don't count on it. It looks like B had Dave put your names down before you got here.
Sebastien: What makes you say that?
Alex: She's smiling and pointing one of you out to Dave. *looks at Lady and starts pointing at random Alucard guys until Lady confirms the next "victim"* Looks like you're up next *pats Jonathan on the shoulder*.
Jonathan: O.o No, I'm not.

Lady walks over with mic in hand and puts the other hand at the base of Jonathan's neck.

Lady: This one is a tad stubborn, Alex. I'll handle this. *puts mic in Jonathan's unwilling hand* Sing or dance... those are you're options. So which will it be? *Cheshire Grin*
Jonathan: Neither.
Lady: And here I thought you would be nice and not make me have to be evil. Oh, well *shrug* it was bound to happen sooner or later with each of you, except Dorian, tonight. You three *talking to Julien, Sebastien, and Sylvain* might want to take a mental note as to what happens when you break the rules of Kamikaze Karaoke Night.

Lady looks at Anthony and Huck to let them know Jonathan isn't "playing" by the rules of Kamikaze Karaoke Night. They close in on Jonathan ready to help Lady if she needs it. Jonathan stands up in an attempt to escape but in that moment Lady picks him up.

Lady: Thanks for standing up... it made things a whole lot easier for me to do that.
Jonathan: O.o *too shocked to say anything*
Lady: Hey, you two help me get up on the bar with him because I'm not putting him down until he's on that bar.

Huck and Anth help keep Lady steady as she steps up on the bar stools to get onto the bar. Lady puts a still shocked Jonathan down and shakes him a little to snap him out of his shocked state.

Lady: Bet you didn't think I would really do that to you did you?
Jonathan: No.
Lady: HIT IT, DAVE!

Dave starts playing "Paralyzer" by Finger Eleven.

Lady: You can either dance with me or Anth. You're choice.
Jonathan: I surrender!
Lady: Yay!!! Hey, anyone who wants to join in get up here... EXCEPT you Anth!!! You stay down there.
Anthony: *pouts*

Dorian, Heart Astray, Sebastien, Sylvain, Shadow, and Alex join Lady and Jonathan on the bar. Julien and The Lampades stay seated at the table, where they are somewhat "safe" from Lady's lunacy... for the time being.

More craziness to come soon.

Crack the Code

Wed, 20 Jan 2010 10:34:00 +0100

This is a somewhat fun and interesting game I decided to make where we put Alucard lyrics (can also include parts of Dorian's Poem) in a code and the next person has to decipher the code. You can come up with your own code or use someone else's.
After you've put some lyrics in code be sure to give us a hint as to how we can crack your code and if you're using someone else's code let us know.

Ok, let the game begin:
Lyrics -
Zl yvsr unf punarq gbqnl
Zl sevraqf naq gur bar V ybirq
Unir yrsg zr

Code Hint -

Lady chats with the fans

Wed, 06 Jan 2010 19:48:17 +0100

Hello Butterflies,

I'm going to start chatting with the fans about Alucard on Skype and recording the conversations. I've already chatted with Kalpea_Enkeli... here is that conversation:

If you can't read my text commentary here it is:
01) Join us on the Alucard forum at: http://www.alucard.be/forum
02) We're usually not so insane... Ok that was a lie but sanity is over rated.
03) We are most DEFINETLY Fan Girls when it comes to Alucard.
04) Yet *insert Cheshire Grin*
05) I'm not really a traitor to the fans... just Dorian.
06) We'll explain in just a bit so keep listening... it's actually sort of funny.
07) Lady: *Prepairing to die*
08) Absolutely head over heels in LOVE with Dro.
09) Dro lives in Florida and so do I. Dorian and Kalpea live in Belgium.
10) Unfortunately Dro lives 4 hours away from me. Whereas Dorian lives 1 hour or so away from Kalpea. *cries*
11) Kalpea has been sick... so have I but thankfully I didn't lose my voice. Though I'm sure you all wish I had.
12) Last time Kalpea and I tried to chat Skype wasn't working properly... I could hear her but she couldn't hear me. Stupid Skype!!!
13) We were bored and trying to find ways to amuse ourselves while hopefully bringing more people to the Alucard forum.
14) Don't let her fool you... she's just pretending not to remember.
15) I don't think Dorian will "kill" us... probably just laugh his butt off and wish he had never met/talked with us.
16) Personal note to Dorian: Please don't do that... we're bored so we do stupid/silly things like this to amuse ourselves. -Lady
17) We're so BAD... but you know what they say, "When you're good you're good and when you're bad you're even better".
18) If Dorian doesn't kill us, we'll surely die from laughing. We are seriously having way too much fun. So join in on the fun at the forum.
19) Join us on the Alucard forum at: http://www.alucard.be/forum
20) For those hoping I'd fall off my bed: I didn't fall while we were recording, but I did while "editing" this... I couldn't stop laughing.
21) Julien, for your own sake smile because you don't want to know what we're plotting. *insert cheshire grin*
22) RUN!!! Run far far away!
23) Blame Hypnos... he encourages me and I just pass that encouragement on.
24) I edited about two minutes of us talking about Skype and Kalpea's computer.
25) Join us on the Alucard forum at: http://www.alucard.be/forum

So... who wants to be next? Warning I only know English... so if you can't speak English we can just type and I'll make a video of it with Alucard music in the background.

Your Muse,
Lady Winter

Happy New Year !!!

Mon, 04 Jan 2010 13:24:50 +0100

Alucard's whole team would like to wish you and everybody's close to your heart a great year 2010.

Happy new year !!!

See you back in 2010

The Lampades
We never sleep

This Carnival Of Rust

Sun, 03 Jan 2010 23:38:46 +0100

Hello darling loves!

This fic is-in a word-complicated. For some background, I once was with a darling friend of mine, when we created Heaven. This is a story about someone falling into Heaven. It is inspired by Memory Fields, and some other songs.

And Dorian, as a whole...

Anyway, the first chapter doesn't make much sense, but I hope that you'll like it anyway. Pretty please?

Chapter One: Carnival of Rust
Word Count: 1149
Rating: PG

I wasn't dreaming.

That was the only thing I was sure of. But even this assurance had a film of uncertainty obscuring it. I knew I ought to pinch myself, knew I ought to try and shake myself with that frantic violence that only comes when you are trying to escape the realms of a nightmare.

This was not a nightmare. I knew that with a knife of knowing that stabbed into my soul. There was no way this place was a nightmare. Or at least, not a nightmare that could have come out of my head.

When I fell into the shadows of my Self, when I let the demons come and grasp me in their filthy claws when I was at my most vulnerable, I fell into labyrinths made of screaming babies and men coming after me. There were times when I approached those men, tired of running, and knelt before them, baring my neck. Those were the times when I begged to be killed, saying I was far too tired of running. I just wanted it all to be over with.

I always woke up drenched in sweat. But the most disturbing things about these nightmares was the fact that I had given myself over. I had quit fighting. And even worse, I had a sickening sense of relief, I had finally found peace in ceasing to fight for my Self anymore.

This was not a nightmare. There colors were vibrant, and I saw the world in more than just shades of gray. The hairs on the back of my neck were not standing up. When I inhaled, the air didn't smell of fetid blood. I could hear no one screaming.

I walked, somewhat aimlessly, a little hesitantly towards the gates before me. There were words across the gate, but for the first time in my life, I was not interested in reading. I was interested in what lay beyond.

It was a carnival. I could see the red and white striped circus tent. I could see the Ferris Wheel, creaking as it spun slowly. I could hear the hypnotic tune from the carousel, and I longed to ride int. I gripped the bars of the Carnival and peered in.

The lights glowed bright. My cheeks went red as I was reminded of a childish memory. When I was quite small, my mother made it a habit of driving late at night. I would sit in the front seat, barely able to see over the dashboard. As we rolled down the highway, the headlights glowing in the other lanes reminded me of angels.

I shook my head. Stupid. Headlights and angels, driving in cars, all these were silly things to think about when I didn't even know where I was.

“Hello,” his voice made me jump, flung me away from the bars I had been gripping. I stumbled back and stared. He was standing there, leaning against the bars, watching me. He had blond hair, and the bluest eyes I think I have ever seen.
“Welcome.”

“Hi,” I murmured. I glanced back at the Carnival. “Where am I?”

“This is the Carnival of Rust.” he stepped away from the bars and offered me his hand. “Wouldn't you like to go inside and ride the carousel?”

“Yes,” I said instantly. “How did you know?”

“All girls like the carousel. Come, I will ride with you.” he tempted. I smiled and reached for his hand.

“But where is this place?” I stopped, my hand hovering inches from his. He contemplated me for a moment. Sparks of electricity seemed to shoot up my spine, and I shivered.

“It is where we go when we die.” he said finally. I let my hand drop.

“But I'm not dead.” I said slowly. “I was walking home from school. And when I looked up, I was here.”

“No,” he agreed. “You're hovering in that strange place in between. You aren't dead. You're close to it. You can taste it. You can chase it. Or you can run from it. But if you come with me, into the Carnival, you won't have to go back to--,”

“I don't want to be dead.” I said flatly. “Especially because this is probably just some sort of hallucination due to brain damage or loss of oxygen or something else. I'll go with you and die the rest of the way, and then I'll wind up wherever we REALLY go when we're dead.”

“And where do you think that is?” his voice took a sharp tone and I stared. It was still musical, his voice. It was still the sort of voice that I wanted to wrap around my body to keep warm on a winter night. But it was dangerous now. It sounded like it could choke me. I wanted it even more.

I've always loved dangerously beautiful things. And even the things that are beautifully dangerous.

“I—I don't know.” I stammered.

“You DO know, it's right HERE.”

“Why do you want me to go so badly? I don't think it's just because you're like, Saint Peter. You're not the keeper of these gates. You're something else, and for all I know, you're a demon. You could be Satan himself.” I took a step away from him.

“You've sustained some heavy injures from getting hit by the car.” the blonde haired boy said. It was strange that I should call him a boy. He certainly wasn't a child. But he was lacking the gruff edges that I had so associated with men.

“Okay.” I nodded. “But I could still live.”

“Yes.”

“So, let me go back and--,”

“Your time is now!” he looked up, his face melting into sympathy. “But of course you're frightened. Forgive me, it's been so long since I've really spoken to you, it's just that--,”

“I have never seen you before in my life.” I cut him off. He bit his lower lip anxiously. “You just said that it's been so long since you've spoken to me.”

“This is all so much more complicated than I expected.” he was talking more to himself than me now.

“I want to go home.”

“Yes. I know you do. And it is my duty to release you until such a time that we have another opportunity.”

“Opportunity? Oh you mean until I have another near death experience?” I raised an eyebrow. He laughed then, like bells. It sent a warmth down my spine.

“Something like that.” he walked towards me, and though I knew I should have been, I was not afraid. He bent his head down to kiss my forehead.
“I will see you again.”

Forum updated :)

Wed, 23 Dec 2009 21:58:08 +0100

Hello all,

In order to stop the spams and unwanted bots, the forum has just been updated.

Enjoy !

Merry Alucard Christmas

Tue, 22 Dec 2009 15:02:30 +0100

Dear Butterflies,

Here is a funny christmas video which is a present to you from Lady and myself.
Enjoy!

Dorian Backgrounds

Mon, 21 Dec 2009 15:17:51 +0100

Here are a few backgrounds I did thanks to a link Katara sent me (here's the link if you want to make your own backgrounds: http://funphotobox.com/ )

This one is my favorite.

The Invisible

Thu, 17 Dec 2009 01:48:33 +0100

I had a bit of a bad night last night.

Title:The Invisible
Inspired By: The Ghost
Rating: PG
Word Count: 629

There's nothing worse than feeling invisible. I have felt it for such a long time, and up until now, I have been able to use it to my advantage. I've floated through my life, drifting here and there. I've picked up words and stories, song and feelings from the people that did not see me. People are so much more honest when they don't know anyone is there.

It is only when we're alone, with Ourselves that we understand who We are and how We feel. I learned this when I was quite young. The rest of the world still seems to be figuring it out.

With all this experience, with all the solace that I have found in my invisibility, you would think I wouldn't care anymore. You would thing that the fact that someone looked right through me, looked beyond me wouldn't hurt anymore. But you would be wrong.

He looked right through me. I could feel his eyes scorching me as he stared. I raised my eyes from the spot that was burning, from the core of my being and smiled. It wasn't one of those goofy smiles, it was the way I had always smiled at him. Slow, happy, the sort of smile that made me light up.

I lit up rooms when he walked in them.

He just walked away. He didn't see me.

The scorching feeling that I had so loved turned to ashes. The bitterness rose to the back of my tongue. It was like I had stopped breathing for a minute.

I had become invisible. It was like being trapped in a cage. I could rattle the bars, I could scream, and I could reach out. But I could not touch him. I could not get him to look my way. I was forever separated.

The hardest thing to comprehend about invisibility is that you can still see the rest of the world. There's something voyeuristic about it at first. It's a guilty pleasure, it's sick, it's addictive. You find yourself slipping in and out of other people's lives, a brief specter that they've forgotten to notice and won't remember.

But what you sometimes cannot understand yourself is that you can still see the rest of the world. Just because you fall into invisibility (or sometimes you pull the cloak over yourself), that doesn't mean you can block everything else out. The world will always be there, especially once you cease to be part of it anymore.

No matter where I go, no matter what I do, I cannot avoid him. My eyes are drawn to him. I find that heat building inside of me, and I know that I am lighting up once again. He does not look at me. He does not see me. His head lifts, and his ears perk up, and it's like there is something that he's just missed remembering, a dream that he's been chasing, and he's suddenly been reminded.

But he does not see me.

I cannot block him out. I see him always.

I have become a ghost now, though my heart is still beating and my blood is still running bright red through my body. I am real and yet I am not. I am dead, and yet I am not. I am in a sort of Limbo. It is torture.

I suppose that I could tear my eyes away from him. I suppose that I could simply stop looking. But the thought of losing him so wholly makes me feel weak in the knees. I cannot live without him. And yet, it seems as though I cannot live with him.

It's a delicious pain, a delectable misery that I cannot and will not escape.

I am invisible. I am a ghost.

The First Noel

Sun, 13 Dec 2009 21:24:05 +0100

It's a Sunday afternoon, I have a wretched sore throat and low grade fever, and I'm listening to the only Christmas album I can stand. So this came out.

Note that this is NOT my next big fan fic, this is something I typed out between eating a snack and taking a bath. Besides, Lady gets the next fan fic! Haha.

Anyway, it was inspired by the fact that I don't know how Dorian feels about Christmas time, and the song The First Noel as sung by Bright Eyes.

Fun Fact: I used to think it was "The first know well..." Like the first you came knew Jesus the best. Yeah. I was a dumb little kid.

The First Noel
Rating: G
Word Count: 1070

Christmas time is always the worst part of the year for her. I think it has to do with the family togetherness, and the fact that she has no family. I think it has to do with the fact that everyone seems to come home for Christmas, and she doesn't have a home to go to.

I have told her time and time again that I am her home, that I am her family. I don't know if she can fully grasp it. And frankly, I don't blame her. She's thousands of miles from the place she was born, and she's light years away form the place where the people she considered a family are now.

Halloween, incidentally, is easier for her. She says that she can feel them walking beside her for the one night that the gates of the underworld are open, she can hear their voices in her ear. It's enough to tide her over to Christmas, but then everything seems to fall apart for her.

This is our first Christmas together, here. This is our first time in togetherness. When I first brought her here, I was overcome by happiness. I knew that I could keep her happy here, I knew that I could make her forever everything that had happened to her back there, back over the ocean.

But now she is laying in our bed, wrapped up in the white silk nightie I bought for her so that she might strike me once again as those innocent story book girls. She's sitting up today, at the very least, and that's a step forward. She's sitting up, with her hair pulled back from her face and tied up in a white ribbon.

I set down the grocery bags of food she isn't quite used to yet, and step into the room. I climb into our bed and settle her against my chest.

“Whatever are you thinking of, my love?” I whispered.

“There isn't—there isn't snow.” she told me, her face pressed against me. I stroked her hair and glanced out the window. True enough, there is cold out in the streets of the country she hasn't begun to be able to call home. True enough, it's soaking wet out there, and I myself am shivering ever so slightly. But no, there is snow.

“We don't get snow until later.” I told her, gently breathing against her ear. Her heat came off her in waves, and I soaked it up greedily. She nestled deeper into my arms.

“It isn't a bit like home.” she said bitterly.

“No,” I agreed. “I suppose not.” it was hard to hear her say. I couldn't blame her, could find no reason to lash out at her for her line of reasoning. Perhaps I was being too harsh on her, perhaps I was expecting too much of her too quickly. I swallowed and eased her back from me.
“Are you disappointed?”

“Maybe a little.” she murmured. “But after all, I have you, and you're better than even the most beautiful snow fall.” she smiled. I cupped her face, let my thumb rub against her cheek bone.

“Maybe you're the snow.”

“What?” she blinked rapidly. “I'm afraid that I don't follow you.” that was rare for her. She had been able to follow me so well, stay with me on my leaps from one subject to another. That had been one of the first thing that made me fall in love with her.

And trust me, one doesn't simply BEGIN to love someone like her. One FALLS in love. One goes crashing into it, violent and sudden, like a storm on the water. The best you can do is hold on and hope to ride it out until you've begun to pick up on her moods, her changing of the tides. Once you have learned to do that, loving her is the best thing that you could ever do.

Loving her is akin to falling asleep in the middle of a hot summer day. Loving her is like a hot shower in the middle of the winter time, when you can't get the chill to lift from your bones.

“You're the snow.” I repeated. “The snow is your skin.” she looked down at her own hands, like milk. “You're eyes that sparkle like the sunlight on the snow. You laugh like the wind going through the bare branches, just a tiny little tinkle.” I beamed.

“You're so ridiculous.” she said softly. “So ridiculous. You're such a poet.”

“But you love me,” I lifted my chin. She laughed then. I felt that laugh warm me, melt through my skin and into my blood, start at the tips of my fingers and end at the tips of my toes.

“I do love you. I love you more than I thought I ever could.”

The stared at her for a moment before hopping out of bed to go to my grocery sacks. She watched me, head cocked curiously to the side. I loved that about her. She wouldn't ask me questions, wouldn't demand I give her answers that I might not have. She was willing to let everything come to her.

“Here,” I shyly offered her a box wrapped in brown paper. She took it with a smile, undid the twine and peeled back the paper.

“Oh,” she said softly. “Oh.” she opened the small brown box. A song came tinkling out.

She looked over at me, her eyes sparkling that same way they had the first night I saw her, sitting in that smoky bar. This had been the song that I first sang, this had been the song that I saw her lips moving along to. This had been the song that brought us together.

“For when I am away, and you are so lonely.” it wasn't something that we had mentioned ever since she agreed to get on the plane to fly with me here. There would be times I would leave and she couldn't come along with me.

“It's beautiful.” she said softly, putting it on the nightstand. I crawled back into the bed, meeting her in the middle. We wound ourselves around each other.

“Merry Christmas,” I kissed her forehead.

“Merry Christmas, my love.”

The story of a girl

Sun, 13 Dec 2009 13:38:27 +0100

December...

The sun has barely set as she decides to go out...
She walks slow but steady, the sound of her heartbeat echoing from the pavement.
She knows these streets like the palm of her hand.
No names, only a way...
The same path she's walked for years.
One she'll keep on walking 'till the end of her days here.
She decides to leave the crowd behind.
They wouldn't understand...
To them she's but a stranger, a nameless face.
Yet she walks on and on 'till she reaches her goal :
the sea...

Over the vast blue planes she stares...
Contemplating the eternal enigma's of life.
She sighs, looks up into a starlit sky and asks her favorite angel for guidance, a sign or just that bit of strength.
But for now the angel remains cloaked in silence.
Stripped of all her hope she follows the way the emptiness in her heart wills her to.
In a trance-like state she goes on...
The only sounds in the endless darkness are the sweet whispers of the waves on the shore and her light footsteps in the sand.
She wavers ever so slightly when she reaches a breakwater...
Oh how she longs to become one with those playfull waves, lucid and filled with life.
She takes a first tentative step on the moss-covered stones and as she moves, her determination grows...
Enchanted by the waves and the beautiful, luminous nightsky she goes on untill the sea almost engulfs her.
There in the midst of the brutal forces of crashing waves and soaring winds she remains.
A lifeless statue...
She's beyond the world's reach now, an empty vessel bereft of her own will and voice.

She prepares herself...

"Let the wind erase me, the sea forever embrace me and may the soft morning light never uncover this tragedy..."
She had barely whispered these words as a sign did appear...
"Ah, how sweet doth the last halucination on earth be"
She smiled a humourless smile...
But what did she suddenly hear?
Such a tender, heavenly sound...
"Could this be salvation at last?" she wondered.
Her eyes frantically try to find the source of this divine intervention, but nothing has stirred in the night.
She turns back to the sea in front of her and gasped...

There in the midst of natures forces she could see him...
Such a luminous yet delicate appearance, almost dream-like, stood there.
It seemed as if nothing could touch him, this ethereal guardian angel...
The brutal wind suddenly attacks her eyes with it's salt-filled caress.
She blinks, only for a second, yet that's all it took.
The ghostly apparition was no longer there...

Panic...

Pure and forcefull it grips her heart in it's ice-cold fist...
She feels nothing but the sudden weight of solitude crashing down on her, drowning her 'till her eyes tear up.
She frantically wipes at the tears forming...
There!
From the corner of her eye she finds him walking by the shoreline.
As steady and fast as she can, she runs from the breakwater in a desperate need to follow the angel in his nightly wanderings.

Nothing...

"Such a fool I am," she scolds herself, "there's no one here, just me and my silly imagination."
"Yet, isn't that the angel there, seated in the velvet sand?"
She dares not to get her hopes up, for all she knows it might just be another divine illusion.
But as she comes closer the angel remains seated in his spot, like a livid statue.
His eyes trained on the ruthless dance of the sea in front of him.
As she kneels down in the sand next to him, his vision shifts to her.
"You must know that I believe in you," his voice a shimmering whisper on the breeze.
She looks up, startled by such a gentle sound.
Two glittering blue orbs, gracious portals to a pure soul, stare at her.
It's as if they reach into her heart, break down the fortress she's built there and fill it again with love, energy, and renewed strength.
"...therefore do not give up..."
Oh how could she have been so lost in those eyes?
If only she could remember the rest of his gentle words...
He looks up at the stars.
In mere wonder of what he sees there she decides to do the same.
The stars seem to beam even brighter then ever before...
Her sweet angel is no longer there, but she knows she's not alone, not anymore...

The gentle morninglight makes it's way into the room and finds her fast asleep in her bed.
It seems as if she's forgotten to switch her computer off.
But there on the screen the angel smiles down on her still form before the screen goes dark...

Alucard Banner

Sun, 06 Dec 2009 19:34:25 +0100

Check out the Alucard Banner that i make

hope you like it,i made it all by myself

Alucard's Myspace layout change

Sun, 06 Dec 2009 07:03:44 +0100

Hello Butterflies,
Has anyone checked the official Myspace Page lately? I just checked it out because I was telling my cousins about Alucard (needed the link to send to them) and I love it!!! What are you're opinions of the new layout?

Your Muse,
Lady Winter

Concert Noble

Sun, 29 Nov 2009 03:22:21 +0100

Hello butterflies,

As you know from the News only two fans were permitted entry to the private party where Alucard performed today and those two lucky fans were Fanny and Annelies.

I spoke with both girls before they went to the concert and they said they would most definitely take lots of pics for all of us and maybe some video footage as well. Ladies, I'm looking forward to seeing whatever goodies you may share with us and I hope you both had a wonderful time.

-Lady Winter

Happy Birthday, Katara!!!

Wed, 25 Nov 2009 08:51:17 +0100

Hello Butterflies,
Today is our very own Social Networks Coordinator, Katara's birthday.

Happy Birthday, Katara. Hope today goes well for you. Be sure to let us all know how you spent your birthday and take pics for us. Lova ya, sweetie!

- Lady Winter

Just a lil' something

Tue, 24 Nov 2009 23:28:25 +0100

You've got IMVU and you've got Second Life and since I'm a designer
on there (well I used to be and will be again) I decided to create some Alucard related clothes...
I'll be posting my progress here,the first picture's in...

Contest winners

Tue, 24 Nov 2009 02:50:11 +0100

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Congratulations to the winners of the "Concert Noble" contest:

-Annelies Vanweddingen

and

-Fanny Noël

Enjoy the concert!!!

The Lampades
We never sleep

"Road to Rock" official pics!!!

Tue, 24 Nov 2009 01:54:11 +0100

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Pictures of Alucard's concert at "Road to Rock" festival are now available!!!

Guess who's the special guest....

click here!!

The Lampades
We never sleep

Birthday Wishes from the fans to Sebastien

Mon, 23 Nov 2009 06:50:46 +0100

Hello Sebastien,
Happy birthday, sweetie. I hope you have a wonderful day today and get everything you could possibly ask for (including that PS3 you were wanting to get a while back). Be sure to tell us all about what you did to celebrate your birthday.

- Lady Winter

P.S. - Tk says happy birthday too and wishes she could be there to give you a hug.