Rachael's eyes water with joy at the sight of Gabriel. He leans against the door in his black long sleeve shirt. He poses like he usually does, his back leaning against the wall and his waist pushed outwards while he folds his arms, revealing how tight the shirt is against his body.
His biceps threatening to tear the sleeves as his eyes stay trained on Rachael. Her heart beats like bass and her breath is heavy as she can't tell if he is really here or if she has lost her mind.
She wears a black bum short and a grey top. Her brown eyes flicker with perplexed excitement. The paradoxical feeling grips her so tightly she stands still like a statue, waiting for him to move. Waiting to know if he is a figment of her imagination, after all, she saw him die before her eyes.
He takes two steps forward and her heart skips a beat as she stares at him like she has seen a ghost.
Is it really him? Is he really here?
She never had time to really process his death and quickly began to search for a way to get back at Alucard.
"Are you really here or I'm I just crazy?" she asks hoping for an answer and she gets one.
"It's me Rachael. I am here," Gabriel says.
"How are you here?" "Love, I guess. I just really wanted to see you and I came here," he says with a smile.
"But you are dead," she says.
"I am but I am here. I am with you," he says.
His words sound like the morning song of a bird to her ears. Mad and yet, beautiful. She walks to him and tries to hug him but almost falls as she phases through his body.
"I don't have a body. I'm simply a ghost," "We will bring you back," "I know," "I miss you. I miss your touch, your laughter and even your jealousy," Rachael says.
Gabriel smiles, "It will be alright Rachael,".
Samuel leans against the door; he hears what happens at the door and his heart shrinks under the weight of jealousy and sadness.
Rachael isn't the goal, his brother's soul is. But he knows that he wants her for himself even though he is torn between his guilt and his desire.
He frowns at the thought of losing her even when she isn't his. How can a dead man still have a grip on the woman he desires? He can hypnotize her but that would take away her free will and her love.
He clenches his fists as he sees this journey as a means to an end.
He wants to save his brother's soul so bad but for the first time he contemplates.
Will Rachael be mine if Gabriel loses his soul?
Is saving Gabriel really worth it?
He finds himself in a dilemma as he must choose between his brother's life and his desire.