In the second Alucard would hear his mistress voice, he'd open his eyes halfly, seeing lights setting up in the room behind the double doors. Opening the crimson eyes then wide as he noticed what the surprise for him was. Expression on his face was something rarely seen. Actually, very surprised at the sight. Like, he wouldn't have believed his eyes. Many, many portraits of him in different ages, with natural coloured eyes. His mouth would have opened a bit but he remained wordless. A strange feeling he hadn’t felt in ages had spread everywhere in his body. He hadn’t got much earlier and now he was gifted with these? Why? Because of the long time they were apart had soften the matriarch? There weren’t many things that would have caused him this kind of feelings but the size of this surprise he was facing.
The colour of the eyes that were painted on his portraits indeed was wrong. He could still remember people speaking of his ‘sky blue eyes full of benevolence’ as he was still young human. Something he didn’t represent anymore. He didn’t care about such little mistakes, he was stunned how well they were made even though they hadn’t seen him younger, not as child or pre-teen, not even before he had died. Aristocratic he was he did have lots portraits of himself in his castle. But those all paintings had been destroyed after he was over-throned.
Now, he could watch the collection of his earlier ages, once again. He didn’t rush at all and paid attention at each painting for minutes before moving to next one, examining them with his crimson eyes, just staring at them quietly. The painting of him being young brought him painful flashbacks but he’d ignore them. He wouldn’t let those images ruin his current, warm feeling he had lost for centuries. Of course he wouldn’t mention or let anyone see what he felt, joy of life. He wasn’t emotional, he rather let people think that he was cold but lightly surprised. Monsters wouldn’t feel anything like that. Any other person would have shed tears after such surprise but he didn't. Not even a bit. He knew Integra knew he was like that. He showed his thankfulness in other ways than with open emotions.
The final painting of him in his majestic outfit pleased him most. It reminded him of his golden times, times he felt being upon everything. His old self that still sometimes appeared in him, wanting to be better over everything and everyone.
As he stood infront of the very last painting that was him as he was now, but also showing his closest people made him look rather sad, his mouth closing and his brows pressing down a bit. A portrait he never had had. Of a family he never had. He hadn’t realized that on time of sir Integra he had become more than just a dog. An actual member they actually arranged a party like this. He’d stare at the painting the longest time, letting out a light chuckle mixed with a sigh, smiling then himself. “You always said there aren’t much things to make me surprised or feel… After all these years you did it”, he’d say, turning his eyes at the matriarch. The way of his glance was rather warm, like those flame coloured eyes would have been like two soft lightorbs.
Merry Christmas for the count, just for him and applauses in the end made him actually startle a bit. That sounded very, very special. “Count… I haven’t heard them speaking of me with that title in years…” he’d mutter, then smirking again, being pleased to be centre of attention. “Merry Christmas. Sir Integra. Seras”, he’d nod at them both then give a light gentleman bow at everyone gathered there. “Thank you. This is way more than I could have ever repaid with my work to your family”, he’d say, quieter of course. It wasn’t his style to be like that infront of everyone. But what was there behind him on the table? A giftbox with a beautiful green bow. “One more gift?” he’d blink his eyes lightly as he moved closer