Persistent. He glanced back, expression vaguely a hint of curiosity. It was far too stony to be called such, however.

Not all...? Peculiar. D's eyes narrowed for a moment, but he relented. "You haven't seen many travelers." He inferred, his tone lowering.

They really weren't different, were they? "Yes." Was his only answer, though his lightness of it seemed like he did have companions at... One point or another. That didn't matter. They were gone now.

The staring left him slightly perturbed, and given that she was a vampire... He didn't like it. He's going to keep walking now.

Loneliness is a curse he knows very well.

The offer was strange, but D wasn't about to refuse. He followed him inside wordlessly, expression gentle. It wasn't often he accepted anything that didn't involve an eventual deal forming, but... Maybe the other Dhampir was simply too intriguing for him to ignore.

Doubtful.

Better be careful. He's pretty cold.

Again. Doubtful.

He had followed him inside, quietly observing his surroundings. The castle was... Familiar. Too familiar. It made his head hurt a little.

Even after centuries... He never forgets a face.

Alucard intrigues him.

He shifted his head in a semblance of gratitude, walking inside as he observed the decoration. Now that he was in a darker lit area, he felt a bit more comfortable away from the irritant of the sun. Removing his hat, he turned to Alucard. "You're alone here."

He went to sit down at the table, folding his hands. It felt so lonely here... The least he could do was politely wait for Alucard to return.

D was hesitant to take it as his silver eyes focused on the other. Their appearances were like night and day, to think they were nearly the same person... "You're new to being alone. Aren't you?"

Love does not belong to someone like him. He tried it once, but it only solidified what he already knew.

He has met other dhampirs. None have matched his own hollow heart as much as the one named Alucard. Peculiar.

The moon shines a little to bright this night for him to be comfortable with.

His attention seemed to be drawn elsewhere, walking his horse along the dirt path. His expression was cold, looking more as if he was carved from marble instead a man of flesh. He seemed to be used to traveling, as was clear with the way he moved. Weariness followed every step

Just had the world's longest nap-