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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 One

The castle was warm this time of year.

As a result it was common place for some of the inhabitants of the castle to complain of the balmy weather but it was also common for some not to. Those with warm blood in their veins often disliked the heat, they complained loudly, hoping the lord of the castle would weave a spell of sorts to disperse the heat, but Dracula cared little for the weather and never did so. Those with cold blood running in their veins enjoyed the warmth, they lounged in the heat, luxuriating in the thick balmy air and laughed at those with warm blood.

Adrian found himself a curious mix of the two; some evenings when the sun had been high in the sky and the clouds had been few he would wake with sweat on his back and clammy sheets wrapped around his legs. But on days where the wind had cooled the air and the clouds had hidden the sun he would wake wrapped in thick blankets, comfortable and warm. The mortal blood in his veins was always only enough to slightly raise his body temperature from the vampiric chill that full bloods all had.

Today the sun had been hidden and the dunpeal had woken warm but not overly so. Some of the castles inhabitants however, had not, Adrian watched his companion with dark amusement in his eyes. The young werewolf was sweating, his fur matted and stinking. Adrian had watched him in the gallery for a few moments before announcing that they should go to the gardens and enjoy the breeze and the pools. Werewolves were strange creatures, they were furred and wolf like but had pours like a mortal man and thus sweated. The smell was most unpleasant and the dunpeal’s heightened senses were vomiting at the proximity, so upon arrive at the pools Adrian literally threw his friend into the water.

“You monster!” the werewolf called from the water when he had surfaced. “I could have drowned.”

“I always thought that dog paddle is a skill of yours Derek.” Adrian laughed removing his jacket and hanging it on a branch before settling down next to the water.

“You are cruel.” Derek muttered and clambered out of the pool. Walking over to the dunpeal’s branch he smiled and shook water over his friend who hissed at the slight burning discomfort. “My father is hurt and you nearly kill me, you have no sympathy.” The werewolf lamented.

“Your father?” Adrian frowned moving no slightly damp platinum hair from his eyes.

“Yes, he went to the village last night and returned with burns that he claimed were made by a hunter wielding a rope.” Derek glared at nothing in particular looking angry and somewhat confused.

“A rope, how unusual.” The dunpeal frowned. “Especially for it to burn.”

“Yes.” The werewolf looked to his companion and sighed “I feel bad for leaving him,” he paused and thought for a moment “I think I will return to him now, forgive me Adrian but I will speak to you again tomorrow.”

“I’m sure I can battle my boredom without you.” The dunpeal smiled and watched as his wet friend stood and falling to all four limbs loped back into the castle.

The dunpeal remained outside for a time but watching the water nymphs chase each other through the shallow depths could only entertain one for so long and in time he grew bored and moved off. He spent his evening wandering the castle, walking through hallways he had been treading since he was a child. Tonight was dull though, for he found it difficult to focus on anything, as the thoughts of burning rope kept returning to the foreground of his mind. He had heard of such a thing before but where? He dimly remembered his father speaking of it perhaps?

Unable to remember he visited the wolves in their quarters near the coliseum and saw that the elder wolf was indeed badly burnt, this worried him and he took to wandering the hallways again. In the end and with only a few hours till dawn he decided to speak with his father on the subject.

The master of the castle was in the library, in the furthest point from the main entrance. The alcove he had hidden himself in was dark, lit by a single candle. Adrian smiled at his father as he approached; Dracula pretended not to have noticed his boy and continued to read a small book that he held. Adrian continued to smile as he sat and waited for his father to finally ‘notice’ his presence. After a few moments of silence and quiet coughs by the dunpeal the vampire finally glanced up from his book.

“Derek was telling me of his father.” Adrian spoke quietly, “he came back from the village in the small hours and he was hurt.”

“My boy,” the vampire sighed and looked to his child placing his book down “I have told you many times to be wary when you leave the castle.” Adrian laughed, a light sound, a sound that reminded the full vampire of his late wife. Lisa had always laughed at him, her laugh was similar to their child’s but not quiet the same, Adrian’s laugh was deeper and lacked his mother’s innocence.

“Yes you have told me more times than there are stars in the night sky.” Adrian laughed again

“Yes and the fact the you laugh at my words only tells us that you do not listen and makes me worry further.” The vampires sighed “I might lock you up in your room.” He muttered, Adrian lifted an eyebrow, intrigued by such a statement.

“But what would you do with me once I were prisoner?” he laughed, the vampire king rolled his eyes at his child “Word from Derek’s father is that there was a new hunter, one who did not wield a sword or an arrow but rather a rope.”

“A rope?” Dracula frowned, Adrian shrugged, a soft graceful movement.

“That is what Derek said.” Adrian answered “it was a rope and it lashed and cut his father, burning like fire and it is true that the wolf has burns on his back, not cuts.” At those words the vampire sat upright, his whole posture changing, becoming rigid and alert. Adrian frowned in confusion.

“That does not sound like a rope, it sounds like a whip.” The vampire stood. “A very particular whip.” His child frowned harder and Dracula softened his own expression “I want you to go to your room child, wait for me, I wish to speak with you, but first I must speak with Derek’s father.” And with those words the elder of the two was swallowed in a dull purple light. Leaving his child muttering about having to walk all the way back to his rooms alone.

Adrian’s rooms were lavish, but not overly elaborate. The windows were wide open and the cool breeze of the night air made the dunpeal yearn to take to the wing and flutter into the forest. But he had been told to wait, and wait he would. The sun would rise in a few hours time, and he could already feel the tiredness creeping into his eyes. Slipping from his clothing he dumped it on and around a chair close to his bed, knowing it would be washed and dry in his wardrobe by morning. He was about to slip from his trousers when his father entered the room.

“Knocking would have been appropriate.” The half blood muttered. The vampire grunted.

“The Belmont’s have come once again.” Dracula spoke, his voice slow and heavy. Adrian just shrugged in the candle light “they are fierce and will hunt us mercilessly.”

“But they are only human.” The dunpeal turned to face his father, jumping when he found the elder inches behind him.

“Yes but they have a power others do not.” The vampire looked mournful “Derek’s father will not last the day.”

“But he was not hurt badly!” Adrian snapped, surprise covering his face. “I saw him myself!”

“His wounds were made by a blessed weapon, a weapon more holy than any other I have seen.” Dracula nodded to his child, reaching out to touch the dunpeal’s shoulder taking hold of him. “I was thinking of moving us away from here for a time.”

“But I do not want to leave.” Adrian frowned struggling in his fathers grasp. Dracula only tightened his hold,

“I do not wish to either and we won’t. I have decided against it. But you must promise me that you will not leave the castle.” The elder gripped his child tightly, arms around Adrian’s bare shoulders.

“I am not a child!” the dunpeal growled, only to be shaken once roughly, but only hard enough to jar his thoughts.

“I know but these … people, the mortals, the humans have taken everything from me but you.” He took a deep breath, moving in close to his child, Adrian shivered as he felt his father’s breath on his throat “I would not give them you as well.” The dunpeal shivered at the words spoken so soft against his skin and surrendered in his father’s arms.

The bite was smooth and made the hair on his arms stand to attention. Heat pooled low in his belly and his fathers grip on him tightened. He had heard tale as a young child, that the vampire bite was something to be feared, that it was rough, unpleasant and brutal. But it was far from that, it was gentle, sensual and something to be treasured. When his father bites him, it is slow and he was always given the feeling of sharing a gift. That he was giving his father something he wanted, something he needed and something he enjoyed. Then there was the slow rolling pleasure that always began in his stomach and grew, spreading through him and becoming overwhelming until sometimes he would cry out, press harder against the hard flesh of his father until they both moaned and cried out in a more mortal release. He felt the mattress hit his back and tensed with surprise, he had not felt himself being lowered, but when he tensed his legs he found them weak and feeble, unable to bear his weight.

He did not worry at the weakness, instead he revelled in the weight over him, the feeling of safety and of love it provided; and he smiled at the contented purr that rumbled from his father’s throat as he relaxed and became submissive under him once more, wrapping long pale fingers in his father’s hair, holding him to his throat. Dracula moved against his child as the blood slipped languidly from Adrian into himself, and then find where they would both be comfortable and pleasured he smiled, pressing himself down and feeling his son press back with what little strength he had made him purr once more at the rush of heat it sent through his blood.

The vampire bite was always something sensual and he had always enjoyed the reaction the prey had to him; the grasping, begging and desperate lust, yes he always enjoyed it in his prey but he absolutely adored it in his son. As a result he always feared that he would take to much one day, for every time even before he had bitten down he felt it, he felt it the moment his child softened in his grip, the moment he tilted his head back, offering, accepting and submissive, Dracula felt his daemon within crying out in rapture and he knew one day he would not be able to hold it back. He knew that one day his child would perish in his arms and he would share blood with him and Adrian would no longer be dunpeal, he would be true vampire.

But that day would not be today.

The vampire drew back after a few more soft swallows and looked to his child, his chest rising and falling faster, a small desperate sound escaping him on every exhale. He could hear his son’s heart beating faster each moment and could smell everything, from the sweat on his skin to the blood in his veins. Adrian opened unfocused eyes and reached for him again, feeling pleased the vampire king allowed him to be pulled back into an embrace and growled throatily when his child bucked up against him. Dracula would have been content to give his child his release this way, letting them press together and listen to his child’s cries at the roll of their hips, that was until soft trembling lips found his own throat and tiny fangs pricked his flesh.

The vampire king jerked back. He knew one day he would no doubt kill his child, but the thought still hurt him and he did not want to kill the only creature left that was part of her. He knew his child would one day have his blood, and it would be wonderful to watch as Adrian became stronger, faster and more capable, less prone to injury. But it would also be heart wrenching to watch what was Lisa fade forever. Adrian let out a sound that was akin to one made by banshees when his father pulled back and Dracula looked down at his son. With a savage smile he allowed his hands to wander, each touch making his child groan louder, until his cry came loud enough to reach the village and his body shook beneath his father’s hands. He watched his trembling child with warm eyes and waited until silver eyes focused on him before he spoke.

“Thank you Adrian,.” He said slowly “promise me you will stay away from the village.” Silver eyes drifted shut and a whispered promise as sleep claimed his child made the vampire smile.

End of chapter one

Authoress note: a random start but a start none the less ^_^ Enjoy

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