We Are Kin

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 Adrian . . . then he’d be mine.

Warning: this fic contains Yaoi (GuyXGuy) References, Bloodplay and a possible lemon; if this offends or upsets you do not read this, it that simple.

Rating: NC-17

Setting: post Castlevania symphony of the night

Dedications: this is dedicated to all Castlevania fans, there could never be too many.

Summery: Alucard loses the fight against his father and must bargain for the lives of the Belmont still in the castle.

Authoress note: Not sure where this idea came from, not sure I want to know lol.

Italics mean either flashbacks or thoughts

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Prologue

Alucard wasn’t sure how long they had fought when he finally fell to his knees in front of his father.

His knees felt wet and his fluttering eyes looked down, his vision was blurring but he didn’t need his eyes to know how badly he was bleeding. His legs were cold and slowly going numb, his body trembling enough to make him topple forwards, only managing to catch himself a moment to late, he landed on his elbows, pain arching through his mid section. He had failed; he had fallen easily to his father’s hand. But as he crouched bleeding on to the rich carpet he smiled a little. He had gotten the Belmont out at least, the line would continue and maybe when the Belmont, Richter, regained his strength he would come and do what the dunpeal could not. After all the Belmont’s were blessed by God while the dunpeal was damned.

He could hear the slow click and scrape of his father’s boots on the carpet and he knew then that he could feel himself dying, and he was going to die here on his knees bent before his father. He heard the boots stop and tried to look up but his eyes were becoming dim, it hurt to breathe against the fear that was growing in him now that the adrenalin was fading. He stayed there on the floor waiting, waiting for the sharp blow that would send him from dimness into darkness.

His consciousness wavered when he felt a cold hand on his head, but the fear twisting in his gut kept him painfully awake and somewhat aware. His father was speaking to him but he couldn’t make out the words, the sound alone enough to terrify him into trembling more so. Cold hands closed on his shoulders and lifted him into standing, the touch of his father doubled the fear lashing in his stomach, making bile rise in his throat. He found himself trying to remember when he had started to fear his father. Memories flashing behind his half closed eyes, memories of a time when his fathers touch had not stirred fear in him. The memories brought back an old pain.

“. . . How much they hurt you.” The words registered in his mind, but their meaning was lost on him as the dimness on the edges of his vision grew more intense. He felt himself pulled forward, his head now resting on his father’s shoulder. What was happening, his bleary mind tried to function, tried to understand why he wasn’t dead yet, why hadn’t his father killed him when he was on the floor? Why was he holding him now with a gentleness that few knew him capable of?

The dunpeal flinched when he felt a cold hand close around the back on his neck, he tried to struggle, to escape, but he didn’t have the strength left to do more than squirm. His legs were near useless under him, his entire weight supported by the larger vampire holding onto him.

“why?” the word cut through the haze of fear and pain. His father sounded almost grieved, and Adrian stopped squirming against him, to exhausted to keep it up. He felt his father dip his head, resting his forehead against his shoulder and panicked. Once more trying to struggle, the movement caused his stomach to burn and his muscles spasmed hard, hard enough to drive him to the ground despite his fathers grip on him.

He landed on the floor in a heap and felt bile rise in the back of his throat; he swallowed hard not wanting to lose any more dignity than he already had. He felt a hand go into his hair which made dry and cracked sounds from the blood hardening in his hair from an already healed head wound gained in the beginning of this fight. The dizziness made his stomach clench again and once again he had to stop himself from throwing up. He heard a light thump next to him moments before he felt himself pulled against a cool firm shoulder, and winced. The darkness was closing around him now, cool and inviting and he was more than happy to surrender himself to it.

His father however was not.

The vampire king felt it when the dunpeal lost consciousness, felt the stiff weight against him go suddenly limp and he let out a huff of breath. He had known Adrian was hurt, he had smelt it before they had even risen hands against each other, the boy had already been bleeding and there was a newly healed mark on his face running down his throat disappearing into his coat. The air also had the lingering scent of burnt flesh but that was not his child, no the scorched corpse at the base of his sarcophagus was testimony to that. The vampire king looked again at his child and sighed, he listened for a moment to the silence in the chamber, focusing on the unusually quiet beat of his son’s heart. He frowned, it was fast, very, very fast and somewhat irregular. But more than that it was faint. Dracula blinked in surprise he had not guessed how deeply damaged his child had been or how close to death he no was.

If his heart had been capable of beating it would have sped as he lifted his wrist to his own mouth before moving the now bloody appendage to his child’s mouth. Seconds seemed to slow as at first there was no reaction and the vampire king cursed loudly, lowering his head to rest on his child’s shoulder, he could still hear the pulse, irregular and weak. He would not allow his boy to die. His head jerked suddenly upright when the scent of human blood came sneaking into the chamber on the breeze from the upper levels.

Belmont

He made to move his child, and began to draw his bleeding wrist back when he let out a sharp cry of surprise as the tender flesh was caught by two small sharp canines. He let out another small sound as they dug deeper into him and his blood moved freely. His son’s teeth clamping down hard, the suction hurt a little but the sensation of his blood moving into his child was enough to drown out the meagre pain.

He watched contentedly as Adrian began to pull himself back together. The wounds received in battle pulled themselves closed, skin reaching across gaping slashes to become whole again. The vampire king smiled as under his hand his child’s shoulder blade which previously had been broken and concave now filled itself out to become smooth, even and unbroken. The sound of people moving down to the chamber reached him again and his head jerked up, a low growl escaping him. But his attention was once more distracted as Adrian made a small sound and shifted his bite, sinking his small teeth in at a better angle. The dunpeal continued to make small happy feeding sounds and the vampire king found himself smiling. But the sound of movement above them once again made him growl. He went to move, and tried to tug his wrist away and was answered with a warning growl.

Something monstrous, lustful and carnal jumped inside of him at the sound, he had missed that sound. Adrian had always reminded him strongly of Lisa and it was easy for him to forget that there was part of him in the small body now latched onto his. Small sharp claws digging into his forearms where the dunpeal clung to him, still growling low in the back of his throat. The vampire king felt a shiver go through him and a lust that had nothing to do with blood curled in him.

“HOLY CROSS!”

The vampire king moved before he had consciously decided to, turning and taking the blow on his back, shielding the dunpeal in his arms. He moved quickly now, wrenching his wrist from Adrian, his skin tore as the dunpeal refused to give up his hold and made a cry that wrenched at the vampire king. Dracula moved, setting his child down on the steps below his stone coffin, whispering to the now semi conscious dunpeal, still clinging to him as his mind resurfaced after the rush of bloodlust.

“HOLY CROSS!”

The blow hit hard and the vampire king snarled turning to face the Belmont. He semi recognised this one, but he had thought he recognised one before and it had simply been a strong family resemblance. But there was something about this one, he frowned looking at him for a moment before he remembered, yes he knew this one, he couldn’t put a name to the man’s face but he did know him. He looked dreadful, half broken much as Adrian had been when he had woken to see his child.

The fight would not last long.

Alucard blinked trying to make his eyes focus on something. His mind was foggy and only half remembered what had happened, he had come here to fight his father, he had failed and the darkness had taken him. The Dunpeal’s mind cleared enough to allow him to notice he was no longer in any pain, in fact he felt good. Alucard swallowed heavily and tasted blood in his mouth, his stomach clenched in revulsion but held on tightly to what it knew it needed. A scream snapped him from his thoughts and he looked up, his head span momentarily and his eyes went out of focus. The dunpeal blinked and his vision cleared although there was still a red-ish tint to what he saw.

Maria was standing by the door, her hands over her mouth, while Richter stood hunched in the middle of the floor, whip in his hand but lying limp. The vampire king smirking a small distance away. The smell of mortal blood was heavy on the air, heavier even than his own. Panic filled him, Richter had acted too soon, and he had come before he was healed. Now all was in risk of being lost, he had to get Richter out of here. Struggling to his feet, the dunpeal noted he was no longer in any pain, but his body felt weak, his muscles made of jelly. Another shout from Maria made him jerk in surprise and he lost his balance falling but turning in time to see why she had cried out.

The whip lashed out and caught the vampire king across the face but the blow was not hard and the wound healed almost instantly. The Dunpeal swallowed watching Richter struggle to remain standing, this was not going to end in their favour. The whip lashed again but Dracula was ready and caught the blow on his forearm, the whip twisted around his arm and with a sudden yank he was able to wrench the weapon from Richter’s fumbling hands. The Belmont fell to his knees with the force of the pull and Dracula had won. Maria let out a cry of despair as the vampire king laughed and held out his hands, for a moment he was still then his fingertips hardened and twisted themselves into lethal looking claws. He planned on using his hands to end the Belmont line. With a louder cry Maria threw herself at Richter, planning on shielding him with her own body but it was not her who got to the Belmont first.

Vampire claws cut deep into the dunpeal’s back wringing from him a wretched sound and a sound of surprise from the vampire king and the Belmont. Alucard hissed and fell off Richter only to be lifted by his throat by his father.

“Why?” the vampire kings voce was dangerously quiet, but the anger was frail and his voice softened quickly “why do you risk yourself for them, when all they have ever brought you was despair?” he let go of his child’s neck and held him instead by his shoulders as Maria ran to Richter.

“Richter?” she whispered, looking back to the vampires. Dracula had set Alucard down again, the dunpeal hissing in pain as his torn back was pressed against the stone walls. Maria noted that Dracula put his child against the wall farthest from the fallen Belmont. She looked away as the vampire king continued to speak to his child in hushed whispers, looking to Richter. Her brother in law had been very lucky, all his wounds seemed to be surface wounds, nothing was broken and he was still thinking clearly, but the blood loss was effecting him, making him weak. He would bleed to death if he didn’t get help soon.

“What have I done for you to torture me thus?” the vampire kings voice became louder again and Maria turned to look back “what do you want from me?”

“Let them leave unharmed.” Alucard answered, not shouting but his voice carried around the room easily “just let them go without hurting them.”

“Why child would I do that?” the vampire king laughed, his expression changed suddenly, “what would convince me to do such a thing?”

“Maria?” Richter’s voice was weak “Maria what’s happening?” Maria shook her head, she wasn’t sure, but from the looks of it Alucard was trying to barter safe passage from his father. She swallowed hope and fear mixing in her stomach. She winced when Alucard flinched, a pool of blood forming around him rapidly; he was bleeding harder than Richter. Could Vampires bleed to death?

“What do I have that you could want?” the dunpeal’s voice came out cracked and weak. Dracula smiled and licked his child’s blood from his claws. Maria looked away, the sight making her shiver. She had seen vampire’s feed and kill before and she had heard the stories of how being fed from could become an addiction. But all the kills she had seen the victim had been terrified and frozen in place. Tonight was the first time she had seen someone take pleasure from being fed from.

“You ask something I cannot give.” Alucard coughed suddenly blood wetting his lips, the cough making Maria look up from Richter again.

“Why can you not give it, you gave it before?” the vampire king sounded angry once again, but his voice faded and he ran a clean finger over his child’s blooded mouth before sliding the finger into his own. Maria tried not to shiver but goosebumps rose over her arms.

“I am willing to meet you half way for this moment in time.” Dracula knelt down to his child “I know they have poisoned you against me, but it wasn’t always so, you love me once.”

“Once.” The dunpeal admitted,

“It can be again as it was,” Dracula smirked “I will not hurt them.” He stood again; Alucard looked up at him, his grey eyes clouding.

“But you will not let them go.” He said, his voice wavering but harsh non the less.

“No Adrian.” The vampire king shook his head, Maria frowned, she had guessed that Alucard wasn’t the dunpeal’s real name but she had never really expected to learn his real name. “I will release them when I have what I want from you.” With those words his hand brushed his son’s head and the dunpeal’s grey eyes rolled back in his head and he collapsed forwards.

The vampire King stood his child in his arms and Maria was struck by how much smaller than Dracula the dunpeal was. The vampire king caught her eyes and smirked, noting Richter’s current state he whistled and turned away. A small cloud of the small women surrounded Richter, their touch healing his wounds before they disappeared as suddenly as they had come.

“Why!” Maria shouted, the vampire king turned to look at her and Maria was shocked to realise just how like his father Alucard looked.

“I made a deal.” Was the cold answer before he turned and carried his dunpeal child from the room leaving the woman and the vampire hunter to wonder what on earth or Hell was happening now.

End Prologue

Authoress Note: So that’s the start!

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