It’s Halloween Night And You Come Across Alucard At The Bar. You Don’t Take Him Seriously When He

It’s Halloween night and you come across Alucard at the bar. You don’t take him seriously when he says he’s a vampire because everyone dresses up as a vampire for Halloween. That was your biggest mistake.

CW: violence, biting, blood, death.

This is also my first time writing. Bear with me here.

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It was Halloween and there was no better way to celebrate than by getting plastered at your local bar. You decided to wear a vampire costume this year. You were usually very creative with your outfits, but you were feeling a bit lazy this year.

You stumbled your way to the bar, the alcohol already clouding your mind. You spot a man sitting at the bar. He had broad shoulders and long black hair. His aura should be intimidating to anyone, but not to you. Maybe you were too drunk to notice his glowing eyes as you took a seat next to him.

“What are you supposed to be?” You ask while flagging down the bartender for another drink.

He looks you up and down taking in your painfully obvious vampire outfit. He finds it amusing how you’ve found yourself in the presence of a true vampire who could snap your neck like a twig without second thought.

“Why I’m a vampire of course. The best one around.” His voice comes out like velvet.

You take a minute to examine him. He was wearing a black long sleeve shirt that had chains and buckles attached to it along with a pair of black leather pants. If you didn’t know any better you’d think he was in a gimp costume.

“Did you choose a vampire from a movie? I’m going as one of Dracula’s wives!” You state proudly.

“Oh no, young lady I’m an original vampire. Not one of those ones you see in media,” he offers a menacing smile.

You don’t pick up on his menacing aura. You were far too drunk to notice the situation you were in. You naively show off your plastic fangs to him.

“I finally got these to stay on! One fell off in my drink earlier,” you raise your cup for emphasis, “had to fish it out and put it back on.”

“Fangs really set the whole outfit together don’t they? But…” he leans in close to you until your noses are touching and the smell of a cigar on his breath fans your face, “these aren’t fake.”

Now up close you can see his eyes are a deep crimson shade and seem to be giving off a faint glow. You were amazed by his dedication to the outfit realizing you forgot contacts of your own.

“I think you’ll find my fangs are far more durable than yours,” he traces his finger over the pulse in your neck.

His touch was like ice and sent shivers straight down your spine. The look in his eyes should’ve been enough to make you run, but you didn’t. Whether it be you were drunk or too stupid to sense the danger you were in.

“May I touch them?” You innocently ask as you wonder how he got them to stay on all night.

His eyes darken at your request, “why of course, little one,”

You don’t notice the way the glow in his eyes seems to intensify. You’re only focused on his fangs and how sharp they are. Much sharper than your store bought ones.

You slowly raise your arm to his fang and run the pad of your finger across it. He waited until seemed content with touching his fang before he bit your finger hard enough to draw blood.

You let out a shocked gasp and yank your finger away. You see your blood coating his razor sharp teeth. The action had caused you to sober up a significant amount.

“What the hell?” You angrily ask.

He turns to you with a feigned innocence plastered on his face, “I’m sorry doll. Did I bite too hard?” He licked the blood off his teeth.

Your blood ran cold. Something about his tone made every nerve in your body scream at you to run. You gathered your purse and slammed some money on the counter.

“Uh, nice meeting you. I think I’ve had my fun here,” you stammer over your words quickly putting distance between the two of you.

“That’s a shame. I haven’t had my fill yet,”

His words paralyzed you on the spot. You knew you had to get out. And you needed to get out now. You push past the sea of bodies crowding around the bar. You quickly lost sight of him and began looking for the exit. Once in your sight, you wrapped your sweaty hand around the cool metal bar and pushed.

The cool night air surrounded you and offered you relief from the panic you were feeling. You looked around and found that you took the alley exit, much to your dismay. Your car was around the building. As you begin to make your way to the safety of your car, you hear crunching gravel behind you. You whip around to see no one there.

“Fuck I’m being paranoid,” you think to yourself.

Then you hear it again, this time to your right. You spin around to see the man from inside the bar. Your eyes widen in terror. His menacing aura was felt by you. It was so strong your knees began to shake.

He didn’t give you time to speak before he began, “you know what I find interesting about the human body?” He begins circling you.

“There’s so many efficient ways to drain them of blood. My favorite though,” he stops right behind you, his breath tickling your neck, “is the throat.”

You shiver as his breath fans your sensitive neck. He presses his chest against your back and moves your hair to the side to gain full access to your bare throat.

“Please stop,” your voice comes out as a whisper.

“But we’ve just begun, little one.”

He lowers his mouth to your neck. Your panic begins to set in at full force. You pull yourself away from him and begin to run ignoring the pain your heels were causing your feet. Within a blink of an eye he lunged at you sending you crashing into the cold gravel beneath you.

He grabs both of your arms to effortlessly pin them above your head as he straddles you, “this won’t hurt,” he lets out a deep laugh that rumbles within his chest, “try not to scream.”

Before you could open your mouth to scream, his large hand covers your mouth leaving just his other hand to pin down both of yours. He can’t help but think of how pathetic you look under him. You looked absolutely terrified with tears brimming in your eyes. He wanted to see you cry. It was a sight he found most beautiful.

“Go on. Cry for me. Beg me to stop. Beg me to spare you,” he removed his hand from your mouth to see what you’d do.

You immediately try to call for help. He’s quick to silence you again, more forcefully this time. His hand engulfs the whole lower part of your face reminding you of just how small you are in comparison to him.

He watches the tears that fall from your eyes. He’s delighted to see such a beautiful little thing cry tears for him. He leans his face close to yours before darting his tongue out to lick your salty tears. He lets out a satisfied hum.

“Be a good girl and don’t make this too messy,”

His fangs graze the soft skin of your neck and you whimper. It was music to his ears. He gave a gentle nibble to see what other sounds he could pull from your mouth. He wasn’t disappointed when another whimper graced his ears.

Your blood was pumping so quickly now. He couldn’t contain himself. He sunk his teeth into your neck eagerly lapping up the sweet blood your veins offered him.

You clenched your fists in pain and tried to bite your lip, but his hold on your face made it hard to do much else, so you were left with letting out grunts of pain and muffled cries.

“Yes that’s it. Sing for me,” he had a crazed look now.

Your blood dripped from his mouth down his chin. He was quick to lick the blood from his chin, not wanting to waste any of your sweet gift.

He let go of your mouth. He wanted to hear all the sounds you were going to make for him as he feasted on your blood.

He ignored your pleas as he bit into your skin again. He had no intention of stopping this time. He greedily drank from you while your cries pierced the night.

You really were the best meal of his life.

Ada Wong: Appearances Are Deceiving

Leon Finds Ada After Her Run-in With Annette:

This scene between them has to be my favorite, even above the kiss scene and the lab scene where Ada falls, because this is the point where you see Ada genuinely trying to convince Leon to leave. Many have already commented on Ada not liking to depend on others when she’s injured, but I’d like to add that the main reason she begrudgingly accepts Leon’s help with her injury is actually because she hates lying to him, taking advantage of his gullibility. It’s a sour taste on the tongue for her, because Leon not only has a good heart, he’s a strong survivor. She eludes as much after the alligator attack.

Let’s Track Back a Bit:

Directly after Leon’s first encounter with William Birkin, a ladder is cast down and Leon makes the comment about being watched. I hazard to guess that was Ada. Then, we see their introduction to one another and Ada goes out of her way again to offer Leon help, this time saving his life from a Cerberus. She tells him directly to get the hell outta Raccoon. This woman is going out of her way to protect some stranger while she’s got a mission to complete. I won’t state the obviousness of the obvious.

She runs into him again after Ben’s death and tells him a second time to escape. Her following line “Then, we’ll talk.” shows us immediately that she’s interested in him personally, not as someone to use for her mission. Conversely, he’s the one trying to stop her and demand questions. Ada is tangling herself into a situation she knows is bad for her in the long run, yet she keeps helping Leon. She does not immediately rope him in with manipulation. She offers assistance to him twice for certain, then leaves; but like I said earlier, I hazard to guess three times.

It’s only after he attains the keycard – something she needs but can’t just steal from him, because we’ve already established that Ada has gone out of her way to assist Leon without blatantly saying ‘Hey, I’m FBI and you should help me ‘cause reasons” – that she partners up with him. Ada is acting so foolishly in terms of her mission if you really think about it, because she could have either told him before he needs to assist her, or just outright killed him and taken the keycard. It’s not like anyone would know if she had killed him. It’s the apocalypse. Besides, she’s wasted enough precious time telling him to escape instead of telling him immediately to help her. Leon is obviously not just some pawn.

Back to Leon Giving Ada Aid:

I love how Ada’s expression gives away her true thoughts in this scene. You can tell that she is attempting to talk Leon into leaving one final time and she genuinely means it, because Leon just braved those sewers alone and found her on top of already having taken a bullet for her. She doesn’t know how to act with him now, but she’s also got her mission. Leon has complicated things beyond repair at this point, so Ada attempts one final time to push him away. And in true Leon fashion, he steadfastly refuses.

Imo, I feel Ada thought she could attain the G-Virus, while also keeping up the facade with Leon and letting him survive Raccoon believing no different. Her dialogue with him right before her fall bolsters my suspicions on this, especially when Leon challenges her to shoot him. Even her final line “Take care of yourself Leon” proves her respect for him. If it were any other time, any other life, these two individuals could work together with no issues of allegiances and make a good team.

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Opinions welcome.

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xxleigh

3 years ago

LOOK WHAT I'VE JUST FOUND!

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4 years ago

Ada Wong: Appearances Are Deceiving

Leon Finds Ada After Her Run-in With Annette:

Let’s Track Back a Bit:

Back to Leon Giving Ada Aid:

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Opinions welcome.

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xxleigh

3 years ago

If Undertaker had YouTube...

*R/Ciel in a coffin*

Undertaker: Hello, I am #136649 the necromancer, and tonight we are doing unboxing!!!

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xxleigh

4 years ago

I’m seeing all these people talking about how sexy Leon twink Kennedy is, but what about Claire, huh? Why aren’t we talking about Claire dominate your ass Redfield?

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4 years ago

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4 years ago

I just randomly saw a tweet of someone saying how much faster RE4 would have been if it had been Claire that was sent to save Ashley instead of Leon bc he’s always chasing Ada or having a grudge match with Krauser.

Like I get it’s a running joke with the “Ada, wait!” thing, but he LITERALLY doesn’t chase after her in this game?? He never once put aside saving Ashley to go after Ada at all. If anything, it’s Ada that’s the chasing after him low-key and willing to put aside her own mission to save him.

And Krauser was the one to kidnap Ashley so I don’t see what difference it would make if Claire was sent if Wesker still orders Krauser to assassinate any Raccoon City survivors, especially since Wesker has more of a connection to her than with Leon.

Don’t even get me started on the people that blame his depressed drinking in Vendetta on Ada too even though it’s clear it mainly has to do with the nature of his job. I see more people suggesting he would be happier getting with a “good girl” as the key solution opposed to, idk, maybe getting another profession?

Really feels like such a bandwagon thing to hate on Leon and RE4 these days

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xxleigh

4 years ago

leon: fighting a huge monster

ada: