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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 Adrian . . . then he’d be mine.

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

Rating: NC-17

Setting: Pre Dracula’s curse

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

Summery: Alucard’s life changes when he meets Trevor.

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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Chapter Four

Waking brought a great deal of pain.

There was only one other time that he could remembering being in this much pain. The pain had been caused by mortal hands that time as well. Back then his mother had been screaming, but not for herself, for they had not lit the fire yet, she was screaming for her son. Calling to him, begging the men to stop, for them to at least spare her child. But they had not stopped and by the time they had actually lit the fire that killed his mother he was fading into unconsciousness and had no memory of her actual death.

He was burning now, he had burnt then but it had been different, they had poured holy water over him then and the resulting burning pain was almost acidic, so hot it felt cold. This burning that he was currently waking to was different, harder, it was more solid and it did not flow over him, it stayed in certain areas. It was difficult to focus as he woke. He blinked his eyes open slowly for there was a great light and it scorched his eyes. He let out a low pained sound at his discomfort and heard a sound in response.

Footsteps moved towards him and a calloused hand gripped his chin and moved his face upwards. He hissed in defiance and snapped his jaws at where he assumed the hand was, unable to open his eyes without great pain. He could smell humans, or rather a single human. He could smell the hunter that had wounded him. He hissed again and tried to move, but his arms were burning and bound by rope he could not instantly break.

“Careful.” The voice of a man warned “the rope is woven with silver; you’ll do more damage to yourself that it by struggling.” Adrian hissed louder, his throat sore, and continued to struggle. Crying out when he once again tried to open his eyes, the mortal seemed to realise the problem. “I thought dampires could cope with the light.” The mortal said softly. Adrian snorted hard feeling something wet and hot shoot from his nostrils. He was bleeding here as well it seemed. How badly had the mortal hit him? He was amazed that a single mortal could do this much damage; he had thought mortals were only truly effective when in groups and mobs.

“Apparently.” He answered, or tried to. The entire word did not make it out of his mouth, his throat raw and bloody. What actually came out was a half word that ended in a growl. He watched the hairs on the mortal’s arms stand to attention at the sound.

“Forgive the ropes.” Trevor apologised “but I believe they are necessary.” Adrian said nothing. “You’re still bleeding.” The mortal said slowly, Adrian blinked. This mortal, it seemed, enjoyed stating the obvious. “Here let me help you.” He leaned forwards a little but stopped “you’re not going to try and bite me again are you.” It was not a question but rather an order “I will muzzle you if I have to.” Adrian was too confused to say anything.

Trevor leaned forwards and dabbed at the most obvious wound on the half bloods forehead. The whip it seemed had caught him there and had burned its way in deeply. Cleaning the blood away proved to be difficult as the wound continued to bleed, so the mortal soon abandoned that idea and wrapped a strip of material around the wound until the material slowed the bleeding significantly. Then smirking at this small victory Trevor wiped the blood out of his captive’s eyes.

“There, that’s got to be a bit better.” He smiled “now your bleeding doesn’t seem to want to stop.” The mortal paused for a moment. “It is a strong pity I have no ice, ice is always good for stopping bleeding, constricts the blood vessels you see.”

“I am aware.” Adrian breathed, then swallowed and spoke “You confused me.” He stopped to cough “you half kill me and now you are tending me.” He coughed again “why not kill me hunter?”

“Because I know who you are.” Trevor smirked “well I’ve made an educated guess anyway.”

“Oh you have.” Adrian breathed, if only to keep the mortal talking. The longer the mortal spoke the longer he had to try and break the ropes binding his wrists, and thus the more chance he had of escape.

“You’ve got to be one of his.” The moral nodded “the only time vampires live in numbers is when there is a sole sire and all others are his fledglings, so you’ve got to be of Dracula’s blood.” He continued to smirk, pleased with his own deduction “and considering you don’t perish in the light which makes you a half blood that leaves only one option.”

“Well done mortal.” Adrian conceded “you are clearly a genius.”

“I did not know Dracula had a son.” Trevor said slowly as if testing the words in his mouth. “Do you have a name?” again the half blood was stunned, confused even more so by the mortal’s actions.

“Adrian.” He answered without really thinking about it

“Well Adrian, I’m Trevor Belmont, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” The hunter smiled and out of habit offered a hand, then blushed remembering he had bound his companion’s hands.

“Are you mentally unstable?” Adrian asked seriously. The mortal looked confused. “You half kill me, drag me back here, bind me and leave me for the sun to destroy. Then when that doesn’t work you wake me, clean my wounds and make pleasant conversation.” He twisted violently and felt part of the rope behind him snap.

“It does seem a little odd.” Trevor admitted “but just so you understand, I did not leave you for the sun … at least not on purpose, I just forgot to bind the windows shut until you woke.”

“You are an idiot.” Adrian said plainly, the rolling his eyes he muttered “I am at the mercy of a complete fool.”

“But who’s the bigger fool, the fool or the fool who was captured by the fool.” Trevor laughed, the half blood, son of Dracula simply blinked. Trevor coughed uncomfortable “well I know what you mean, this is a little odd, but I’ve never really spoken with a daemon before, so forgive me if my conversation is not apt.”

“I care little for your conversation mortal.” Adrian frowned, still confused. He twisted in his bonds again, feeling the blood hunger keenly, injured as he was he needed to feed to replenish what he had lost and the mortal in front of him would be a good place to start. “Your actions concern me more.” He finished, his eyes glowing with anger, humiliation and hunger.

“Well, I … its just you seemed … I didn’t want to kill you.” Trevor finished lamely. “It just seemed such a waste.” Adrian laughed at the words, Trevor blustered.

“There has to be more to it than that mortal, you know I am a monster, you know when I break these ropes I will tear your throat out and everyone else’s as well, you know who my father is and I am assuming you know his revenge for your actions will be terrible. Yet you still speak with me as if I am your friend.” He laughed harder “kill me or free me but enough of this!”

“I had a dream.” Trevor said, Adrian’s insane cackling died instantly “I dreamt about you. I dreamt that I was in trouble and you were there.”

“The cause no doubt.” Adrian muttered, Trevor shook his head

“No, you were not. Your father was.” Trevor swallowed hard “you were weeping and you were hurt. But you saved me.”

“Preposterous!” the half blood snapped “you truly are insane mortal, if the reason I still breathe is because you had a dream!”

“I have come to listen to my dreams.” Trevor continued in the low voice that could silence the half blood. “They have always lead me true. I dreamt of my family’s weapon, I dreamt of where it was hidden and when I looked upon waking I found it. I dreamt of my wife before I met her and I dreamt of her death giving me my son.” The mortal sighed “I dreamt of this place and now I am here and then I dreamt of you, Adrian the broken son of Dracula.” He smiled “and here you are broken in front of me.”

“You speak foolish words mortal.” Adrian continued to struggle in the ropes; he could feel them weakening further. The silver still burning him but it was breaking. “Your dreams will lie to you.”

“I dreamt of you, sad and broken. Your heart destroyed by what you had done and I pity you living in that savage place.” Trevor sighed remembering his dream of the beautiful tragic daemon before him. How in his dream he had struggled with his mortality and his daemon. How the mortal in him had won and how Adrian had saved him, before breaking apart in his arms. Trevor had woken weeping. The half blood in front of him was still twisting in the ropes, he was still bleeding badly from the wounds Trevor had not bound, a pool forming around him on the carpet. His struggles only made him bleed more.

“I will prove to you your dreams are false.” The half blood hissed bearing small fangs and feeling the rope splinter behind him. It was fraying and he would be free in moments.

“You’re only going to bleed to death.” Trevor said; real concern in his voice “please stop, I will help you, as you will one day help me.”

“Lies.” Adrian snapped snarling at the mortal and snapping at the air inches away from human flesh. “I will kill you if you don’t kill me first.”

“I will not kill you.” Trevor said calmly “I have compassion and so do you, I have seen it.” He was on his knees reaching out to the monster in front of him, who, while snapping and snarling looked more confused and afraid than angry. “Adrian, please, please just listen to me. You don’t have to live like this; you don’t have to be a monster.”

“How dare you.” The half blood stopped struggling for a moment, the silver rope thin and breaking “how dare you say such things,” for some reason he found himself thinking of his mother, she had once said something similar to his father and it had made Dracula weep. This mortal in front of him was looking at him the same way his mother used to look at his father. Perhaps he should just …no! He would not listen, his mind was rebelling; the blood loss and injuries he had sustained were clearly altering his judgment.

Trevor felt relief flood him for a second when he saw doubt in the dampire’s face. It was the expression he was expecting but not one he liked, but for the moment it was good. The creature he had seen in his dreams had always been full of doubt, his doubt had torn him the shreds from the inside out. Trevor remembered holding him and feeling the daemon shaking and trembling in his arms, broken and frightened. It had been heart breaking, but at the same time it had been beautiful. Rebirth was always painful but it was ultimately wonderful, Adrian had been breath taking in that moment of rebirth and in his dream Trevor had kissed him.

It was now that the rope broke and the half blood sprang somewhat shakily to his legs. For a few seconds it seemed that they would not hold him, but they did and he turned. Knowing he was too weak to fight he spat at the mortal and ran. The window broke apart easily and the sun hit him like a solid blow to the head. Fortunately he had sleep most of the day, tied in the mortal’s home and the sun was rapidly setting. It sent a strong feeling of relief through him as he ran. His father would come soon. Surely someone had made it back to the castle and had told him. Bolting through the village, to fast for a mortal to catch he smiled despite his pain. Father would come, and then he would be truly safe. There would be shouting and scolding, he would probably be struck for his disobedience and his capture; but first there would be relief and embraces and blood. Adrian almost wept.

He entered the forest, feeling relief at having made it this far.

The trees brought cooling shade, despite it becoming dark already. He disliked the concept of having to navigate the forest in his current condition. But this was how it had to be apparently, he stumbled forwards, feeling warm blood run down his back. Stupid mortal, foolish, foolish creature to hurt one such as he. Did the mortal truly think there would be no repercussions? Then to speak to him as he had! Adrian swallowed hard, trying to squash the feeling of confusion and interest he had felt. It was not too difficult to squash, the pain was becoming more noticeable the more he moved and the smell of his own blood was suffocating. That smell would draw creatures to him quickly and he was unsure about his current ability to be dominant over them to stop them attacking.

Maybe the mortal was right. Maybe this was a savage place where those he called friends would kill him in his current state. The scent of his blood and sight of his injuries would easily drive them to frenzy. But no the mortal was wrong for the humans were no better, if he had tripped in his flight through the village they would have butchered him. At least the daemons did not pretend to be kind. A root caught him off guard and he tripped, the ground came up to him fast and no doubt hard. But he did not strike it. For he was caught, lifted and held by arms so much stronger than his own.

“Adrian!” the voice of his father echoed in his mind and the half blood smiled realising that night had truly fallen and he was safe with his father again. “Adrian.” He was shook gently

“father.” He answered, feeling a cool raspy tongue move over the cut on his forehead, apparently the makeshift bandage Trevor had given him had fallen away in his flight. He purred a little at the contact, forgetting his pain at the holy burns on his skin.

“Who did this?” Dracula demanded knowing who had done it, knowing that there was only one mortal who could do this to his son.

“Belmont.” Adrian answered.

“I will kill him, don’t worry child I will kill him.” Dracula hissed a dark promise “I will take you back then I will kill him.” Adrian smiled a little and closed his eyes, resting as he was taken back to the castle. He heard the voices of the daemons, asking after him as they entered, demanding to know who had done such to their prince. He smiled, feeling at home and safe. But deep down knowing the only reason he was not being eaten alive was because his father held him.

“stay.” He breathed when he was set down. Dracula looked to his child and raised an eyebrow, the anger in his eyes an almost physical force. “Please stay, don’t go after him.” Adrian repeated, unsure why he was protecting the Belmont, who had dreamt of him. Dracula sighed and settled next to his son.

“I will stay.” He breathed.

End chapter

Authoress note: yay finally an update, sorry it has taken me so long!

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