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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 Three

The mortal was slow.

Adrian almost laughed as the whip lashed at the spot he had occupied at least five or more seconds ago. The whip lashed again but he had ample time to twist out of the way. But he seemed to be overconfident in his own abilities, for as he dodged the mortal man, Trevor, twisted his wrist and sent the whip flying after the half blood. The whip struck him across the cheek, and it burned, it burned like holy water, like crucifixes wielded by those with true belief.

He had been subject to holy water in his youth, when he had been tied down and forced to watch his mother burn, they had laughed at him and offered water to drench the flames. He had not understood the laughter in their voices as he pleaded with them to douse the flames, to give him water. But he had understood the laughter when the water fell onto him; it burned greater than any fire could. His skin blackened under the flow, small fragments sluicing off and falling to the floor. He had screamed until his throat was bloody and still the men had poured the water on him. They had continued until his father had come and broken their hands. He had faded out of consciousness then, and did not hear his father’s anguished cry as he thought his child dying.

Shaking off the memory of the death of his mother Adrian snarled at the hunter who was watching him impassively.

“What you feel is holy fire!” Trevor called “it burns the daemons away.” Adrian snarled loudly

“I have felt your so called holy fire before.” He answered “and there is nothing holy about it.” He drove forwards then, faster than the mortal could follow and raked his calls down the mortal’s side.

But before he could draw his blade or dig his claws in deep to do real damage the whip lashed back and struck him once again. The burning sending him back. The fight continued between them for what felt like an age but in reality was only a few minuets. Strangely the mortal did not seem to be growing tired, and Adrian was quickly becoming bored with this fight. He had been able to only lay a few wounds to the mortal man, spending most of his time dodging the lashing whip. It was a good weapon he decided after a moment, it could be used with little effort, the mortal simply flicked his wrist and the thin rope lashed out. It sent out death with little effort, preventing its user from becoming exhausted to quickly. They had moved now, the constant attack and withdrawal of the fight had moved them south, down from the main square of the village and out into the small streets. Where Adrian could clearly smell the river that ran through the village.

It took Adrian a few moments more to realise he was being driven. This mortal was no fool, he was a true hunter. He knew he had little hope of wearing the immortal down so he was playing on his weaknesses instead. Adrian growled as they neared the river, water was no friend to him or his kind. Running water did not kill vampires or their half blood relatives but it could paralyze vampires and dunpeal’s alike. Once paralyzed it was easy work for a hunter to come and finish them. Adrian was not sure why water affected them so but it was a poor choice of his to not be paying attention to both the lay out of the village on arrival and to what the mortal hunter was doing. He had been over confident and was suffering for his mistake now.

The river was close, it ran like thunder in his ears and the smell of the waterside plans, fish and soft mud was making his heart beat faster. Adrian cursed and considered what he could do, he could flee the battle, or he could leap and try to drive the mortal from the river. It took him a moment to decide what to do and concentrating he waited for his skin to smoothly change to fur, for two legs to become four and for small vampire fangs to become a wolf’s jaws. But just as the magic spiralled out and around him it suddenly cut off.

“Magic won’t work here.” Trevor called; again Adrian was confused, not by his lack of magic for it was almost common place now for hunters to have some sort of relic that prevented vampiric magic. But rather it was the man that confused him. The hunter seemed to be calm, no anger or rage just a strange disappointment echoed from him. Shaking his head again to clear his thoughts the half blood tensed to jump over the hunter but the lashing of the whip stopped him. He knew he was bleeding now and the burns were spreading. He needed to heal, he needed to think. But the mortal was coming at him again stopping any of the above.

With another growl the dunpeal took a few more steps back, putting space between himself and the hunter. The river was much closer now and fear was rising in the immortal but swallowing his fear he tried to calm himself. It was foolish that he was losing to a mortal, foolish and pathetic, he was no longer a child there was no reason for him to be losing this badly to a mortal man, yet he was.

Trevor lashed the whip again, not aiming for the dunpeal but rather the ground inches in front of the immortal, he grinned as the pale man in front of him took a few more steps back. He was almost at the river. Adrian cried out in surprise as he felt his feet get wet. The cold of the river seeping into his bones instantly making movement sluggish. But much to his confusion the mortal did not move in for a killing blow, instead he lashed his whip once again, driving the dunpeal further into the water. Adrian now truly starting to panic tensed for a leap but only managed a light stumble, his right foot landing on a rock and slipping off. He fell with a cry, the mortal watched shocked as the creature in front of him fell. He almost winced as the man’s head smashed against a rock and dark blood made the water red.

Adrian coughed on the water as it went down his throat and up his nose. It was then that everything started to turn black and all Adrian could think of as he lay there watching the world fade, was how stupid it was that he had fallen.

It is hard to pinpoint the exact moment one returns to consciousness after sleep or injury. It can be fast and sudden, a jerky motion or it can be slow and steady either pleasant or painful. For Adrian Tepes it was slow and sickening. His entire body burned and ached, he wondered briefly if he had been drinking or if he had fallen into the underground lakes again. Searching his memory for what had happened he felt panic grow inside of him. Frantically his mind wondered where his father was.

“You’re awake then.” A voice called a voice that was most defiantly not his father.

The voice brought the dunpeal further into conscious thought. Opening his eyes Adrian found himself blinded by the light. Closing his eyes sharply against the light, he hissed and inhaled through his nose recognising the scent in the room as the one belonging to the hunter. He twisted but found his wrists bound by rope that burned and made him bleed. It was then that his fate truly became now to him.

He’d been captured, bound and was now at the mercy of the family that had put fear into his father.

End chapter

Authoress note: Much shorter chapter this time I’m afraid.

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