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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. Very short chapter I’m afraid.

Italics mean either flashbacks or thoughts

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Chapter Seven

{Three months later}

It had been so long.

Adrian was unsure why he had stayed so long. It was impossible to put into words why he had chosen to do what he had done. It had not been one monumental decision, but rather a lot of little decisions. He had stayed with the mortal, he had not returned to the castle. More than once he had caught sight or scent of one of the werewolves, hovering close by but never had he attempted to communicate with them. He had just automatically assumed that they were his father’s way of keeping an eye on him.

It had been three whole months now since he had left the castle. He had enjoyed life here with Trevor, finding a strange sort of contentment he had never found in the castle. This lifestyle satisfied a part of him that had never been this content before. He even enjoyed arguing with his mortal companion and dealing with his strange loveable nature that only got bigger when he drank. He’d suffered through a number of sloppy beer filled kisses while carrying his mortal friend home and had dealt with multiple drunken confessions of ever lasting love and soothed wounded pride in the morning. It was a strange life but it was good.

Until the hunger started up. He had been so wrapped up in the events around him that he ignored his blood hunger fairly easily in the beginning. He knew he needed it but was forever putting it to the back of his mind. Until one day he woke and it would not let him put it to the back of his mind. He spent that day snapping at Trevor and chasing almost anything that moved, more than once he had tackled the mortal to the floor only to flee in embarrassed shame afterwards. Life continued like that for almost a week before he gave in and decided to feed his hunger.

He had waited until the mortal slept before he left the house, hoping to find a late straggler from the public house. But Trevor had woken when he left and had followed him; he had waited until the immortal had an elderly drunk in his claws before he lashed out with the whip. The resulting burn had caused the immortal to back off and Trevor moved fast. A quick hard strike to the jaw was enough to momentarily daze the immortal and with a practiced lift the mortal fled, taking his companion with him. Adrian shook his dizziness away about two thirds of the way home and had been put down and all but dragged inside.

And now he was in serious trouble.

Trevor had dragged him back to the house and had forced him into the modest bedroom and had proceeded to yell for all he was worth. The dunpeal listened half heartedly, he should have known this would happen, he had been enjoying life in the village with Trevor but he had felt the hunger building now for weeks. It had been twisting inside of him like a living creature and had made him weep with want more than once.

“What ever possessed you?” Trevor yelled, the dunpeal snarled his anger; the mortal was so stupid at times.

“I am starving mortal.” He snapped right back, “it has been months!”

“But you are not a true vampire, you walk in daylight, you eat mortal food! You do not need it!” Trevor snapped “it is an addiction, a dark addiction.”

“You do not know what you say.” Adrian growled “I need it, just not as much as those who are not half mortal do; I will still die without it.” He sighed, the anger was dying inside of him, he was simply too exhausted, to starved to keep it up “it is not an addiction mortal, it is my life force.”

“But you …” Trevor started and failed

“But nothing.” Adrian snarled “I will die without it, I have to have it, and it is that simple.” He looked around the room slowly “this was a pleasant diversion mortal, you are an interesting creature but I do not belong here, I do not belong in this life, in the light.”

“You stupid wretched creature.” Trevor growled at the immortal “you do not belong there!” he pointed in the direction of the castle “you belong where you want to be!”

“And if I have to kill to stay here, how long do you think I could manage that before being hunted down like some old wolf, to weak to hunt so it kills livestock.” Adrian snapped “there is a reason we live in the castle! We need the safety it provided, without it we get hunted out and killed.”

“But …” Trevor tried again but was interrupted

“No buts!” Adrian hissed “I cannot live here, I endanger us both. You know how the village would react if they knew what you sheltered here and if I suddenly start snacking on them then they are sure to figure it out. They are not all as stupid as you are.”

“Please Adrian not this again.” Trevor begged

“Yes this again!” the half blood snapped “what other possible remedy is there I have to hunt, I need to do it to survive and if I hunt they will find us and they will kill us.”

“You can …” Trevor stopped as if thinking through what he was about to say. “You can feed without killing yes?” the half blood nodded, Trevor swallowed hard “well then we have a solution.” He smiled but it was a sad echo of his usual smile. “You can eat me.” Adrian actually laughed at the offer making the mortal frown.

“You truly are a strange and broken minded creature.” He smiled; it felt good to smile like that again after, the last three months of confusion.

“You cannot truly mean that mortal.” He breathed, swallowing when Trevor undid the top tie of his shirt and bared his throat to his friend.

It was hard. To hard.

Having starved for three whole months after a life time of steady regular blood, it was just too hard, to say no. So Adrian bit down, Trevor went perfectly rigid against him at the penetration, and for one absurd moment Adrian wondered if he had hurt the mortal, a thought he had never before had about feeding. But then the blood hit his tongue and all thoughts were washed away in a red tide.

Trevor groaned, the bite had hurt a good deal, the pain was there burning hot then suddenly it was fading as fast as water falling from his skin. Something else was building under the fading pain, something warm and tight, something he had not truly felt since his wife had died. A hunger rose in him and he wrapped arms around the creature feeding from him and pulled them together, slowly undulating against him. This was so much more than he had ever thought it would be.

“Oh dear god.” He breathed when he felt teeth leave his skin, an irrational bout of panic raced through him as the pleasure started to ebb and fade with the absence of teeth in his skin. “no.” he managed, forcing his fingers into white locks and pulling hard, forcing the immortal back against him. His hips snapped forward’s pressing him against the immortal who was breathing heavy and deep next to him.

“Mortal.” Adrian managed feeling Trevor’s hand tighten in his hair. “If I take more you will suffer.” Trevor froze, his body twitching with the stress of keeping still in the fact of intense sensation. He knew the dunpeal was right but he needed … he ached and he wanted.

“then don’t bite,” he breathed, his voice ragged “but don’t stop touching me.” the immortal growled at his words, his tongue running over the slowly healing bite marks, still tasting the blood that had moments ago flowed between them. The mortal made a high keening sound and wrenched himself back before diving forwards closing his mouth over the immortals.

They moved violently after that, touches fast and hard against skin. Trevor’s clothing was torn under vampire claws and Adrian lost buttons as Trevor pulled his shirt apart, to impatient to bother with the buttons. Mouths closed on smooth and scarred skin, finding small places that provoked wild reactions. Vampiric teeth sunk into mortal flesh more than once and every time a puncture was made blood would ooze slowly and be lapped up with a hunger born of starvation and passion. There was a brief struggle as the tension built between them, teeth snapped closed inches from skin and claws gripped to the point of injury but teeth and claws were powerless against soft eyes, and strong limbs. The immortal found himself pinned at the end of the brief struggle and gave in with quiet sounds of contented pleasure.

It did not take long after that. The movement was fast but still held a remnant of gentility to it. Trevor found himself inside his companion but wanting to give pleasure as well as take it, he moved slowly to being with until impatient growls and strong hands on his hips made him move faster. Then the gravity of the situation hit the mortal in the gut, he was fucking the immortal half vampire son of Dracula, Adrian Farenheights Tepes was writhing beneath him, clawing at the cloth on the bed and making sounds that better suited the demons of the castle. That thought was enough to end it for the mortal, white light covered his vision blinding him as he came. Absently he felt the immortal arch beneath him, letting lose a sound that seemed to come from the sinful pits of Hell.

Trevor woke alone.

The bed was torn and bloodstained in parts. It was cold and he was the only occupant. He ached deliciously and stretched despite his sudden confusion at waking alone. So that was what people spoke of when they said the bite of a vampire was more than mere metaphorical sex, but unarguable penetrative sex. He smiled to himself and stood, wincing at the ache in his back and the sharp pains from the little bite marks littering his torso. He wandered through the house naked as the day he was born, hoping to find the dunpeal and continue where they had left off, it had been to long since he’d had sex in his kitchen and it would be a refreshing way to make breakfast.

But the dunpeal was not in the kitchen, or the sitting room or any other room. The house was empty, he was alone. Rushing back to the bedroom Trevor dressed and bolted from the door, not caring that he stank of sweat and blood. Maybe the immortal had gone down to the village; maybe he had simply wanted some fresh air. Trevor knew his hopes were untrue, Adrian disliked the village and would not venture there alone, if he had wanted fresh air he would have stayed close to the house but there was no sign of him anywhere.

Trevor spent the next few hours scouring the surrounding land, looking for his lover. But with no success. He knew what had happened though; he didn’t need to be told where Adrian had gone. He had fled his mortal lover and had returned to the castle, returned to his father. Trevor sighed loudly, disappointed and saddened by the absence of the strange creature he was slowly coming to love. With one look at the castle he turned and walked back to the village, there were those he knew in the tavern, those who had been calling out to him to go and attack the castle with them, maybe now he would.

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{One Week Later}

Adrian looked around the hallways and wondered why he had come back, why had he left, why had he never wondered about his life before now. Confusion wracked the immortal. He had returned a few nights ago and had spent the first night at the mercy of his father, he had expected shouting and injury at his disappearance but neither came.

“I was worried for you child, but I knew where you were.” The vampire king had sighed a hand in his child’s hair, “I hope you found out what you wanted.”

But what had the dunpeal found? All he knew now was confusion. He was not a vampire but he was not a human. Living in the castle brought him some pleasure but the guilt robbed it from him, his father loved him as much as a monster could love another, but it was wrong in the eyes of the mortal. A father should not love his son that way, and a son certainly should not beg his father for more, to be harder with him, to hurry and take what he had to give, it was all so very wrong.

But he could not live in the village either, he needed blood, he needed the violence that was in the castle. Taking that from Trevor had wounded him, it had distorted his views even more than they already were, and it had twisted him inside. Trevor was pure, pure of such corruption and unholy wants; at least he was until Adrian had come to him. Adrian did not want to be responsible for corrupting a creature of such righteous strength.

But that was what he was, a corruption.

He corrupted the moral hunter, he corrupted his mother and he was a corruption in the castle, to weak to survive here alone, too weak to say no to anything. He did not belong anywhere.

“Adrian.” Dracula’s voice snapped him from his thoughts the dunpeal looked up “my child, how are you this night?”

“I am well father.” Adrian answered, but the vampire king seemed unconvinced

“You are still thin.” He mused, offering his own wrist to his child; it was declined but not before a spike of longing for both blood and skin went through them both.

“Thank you.” The half blood breathed looking up, his father’s eyes were burning red, hungry and fierce but there was also a touch of compassion in there, worry for his child. Dracula sighed after a few moments.

“Your little mortal hunter is coming.” He breathed “they are almost here.” There was aloud crash that echoed from the front courtyard. “They have come as I knew they would.” Dracula smiled and rose to his feet; a smaller hand on his chest stopped him from advancing though.

“No Father, please.” Adrian swallowed “let me. Let me go to them,” Dracula smiled, it seemed his son was slowly coming back to himself after his little venture into mortal life.

“Very well Child, go.” The vampire King smiled at his son, hand in platinum blonde hair “go and have your fill of them, then return to me.” The smile he gave was hungry “I have missed you far too much in these last months.”

“Yes Father.” Adrian sighed knowing what he would do upon meeting Trevor and knowing that he would probably be killed for his betrayal “you will have me, no doubt you will have me.” And with those words he walked down the hallways to the mortal who would attempt to kill his father.

End fic

Authoress note: the end! The End! It be over now! Lol.

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