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Disclaimer: Castlevania belongs to konami not me. I am making £0.00 out of this fic, it is written purely because I have a burning need to create. Although I would like to own Alucard . . . then he’d be mine.

Rating: PG-13

Setting: After Symphony of the night

Authoress note: How Richter reacts to Alucard, random I know but still I thought it would be interesting to explore.

Italics = thoughts and flashbacks

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{Richter}

He was beautiful.

It was a strange thing for the heir of the Belmont’s to think of the vampire king. Most would expect thoughts of fear and hatred, Richter held those thoughts especially after the kidnap and rescue of his wife; but he also had to admit that he could understand why people could fall into the daemon’s arms. He was beautiful. But it was a different kind of beauty to that of a mortal. A mortal woman’s beauty was warm; she was beautiful because she was small, soft and warm. She was curved and supple, delicate under the hand and capable of reaction and love. A mortal man was handsome because he was tall, broad of shoulders and chiselled of feature.

But the immortal creature was none of those things. He was most defiantly not warm, he was cool to the touch and frozen in his disposition, almost cuttingly so at times. He was not small or soft, he was not broad shouldered or chiselled in his features. He was tall, lithe and slender, appearing to be carved from marble, or ivory; a cold hard material. But he was capable of reaction of emotion. Dracula had been capable of love, the tales of his ability to love were what made him legend. He was not a mindless monster; he was cultured, educated, well spoken and capable of love. He was more dangerous than anything Richter had ever seen of heard of.

But it was not Dracula stood before him now.

It was his son.

Alucard was a strange mix of the two, the cold hard beauty of Dracula and the soft warm beauty of a mortal. He was physically very similar to his father; both had the same shaped face, the same aristocratic cheekbones, and the same wide mouth. But Alucard’s features were softer than his father’s. Less sharp, less refined and subtly imperfect.

But the question Richter had to ask himself now was what else did the man in front of him share with his father. He already knew the dunpeal shared the monsters blood thirst, and even had a few of the monsters skills, Richter had already witnessed his presage in battle and his ability to twist his form into that of something different, be it wolf, bat or mist. But the dunpeal had also already shown traits that the monster did not posses, compassion, the ability to be self sacrificing, sympathy and grief.

It was those that had made Richter follow him.

The dunpeal had taken a great risk in coming to his aid early this day and Richter had every intention of showing equal compassion. After all it would not be good to be outdone by a monster. It did not take long to catch the dunpeal, he was walking slowly, not even a dunpeal it seemed relished the idea of torpor. Richter allowed his steps to be heard and the immortal in front of him twisted to face him, his expression one of a tired man who had quiet simply had more than he wanted from life.

“you wish something of me.” The dunpeal had not yet lost his composure, but the slight confusion slid through his mask.

“I wish to speak with you.” Richter said softly, speaking as he would to a spooked animal or frightened girl.

“I have little to say and the Lady is waiting for you,” the dunpeal still looked confused but slight annoyance had crept into his tone “it is unwise to leave her alone in such a place.” Richter laughed

“Maria is more capable than I at surviving this place, now come son of Dracula I believe I have a proposition for you.”

End ficlet

Authoress note: Short little drabble on Richter’s thoughts of the vampire king and his son.

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