Fire and Ice

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 Joachim or a Walter or an Alucard . . . then he’d be mine, my own pet Joachim *happy sigh* ^_^ *coughs* my birthday is on . . .

Warning: it has to be said . . . . this fic contains YAOI (GuyXGuy), if this offends or upsets you do not read this, it’s that simple.

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Pairing: Walter/ Joachim

Rating: NC-17

Part: one of two maybe three

Set: Pre Lament of innocence

Authoress note: this is a fic to celebrate three hundred hits on my website. I apologies in advance if no sense is found within, this was wrote at irregular intervals usually at half two in the morning.

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{Joachim}

He was wrenched unwilling from dreams, dreams he would not remember but knew on some subconscious level that they had been happy. He would quickly be able to deduce that they must have been dreams of youth. That thought always made him smile in a bittersweet fashion.

When he mentioned his time of youth to the others who would listen they would laugh and say “Joachim you are a mere twenty your time of youth has not yet passed and yet you lament it as if it has” Joachim knew that in the measurement of age he was still a youth, or a young man but when he spoke of his youth he was referring to the times when he had been an innocent.

He supposed that if he mentioned it to his peers they would still laugh, for his was still ‘innocent’ by their standards as well.

Lying back down he sighed to himself, trying to get warm under thin cold sheets.

His father had died when he was sixteen and the estate they owned had passed directly to him, it had been in drastic need of repair, and the family debt was mounting to a rather high level. It had been Joachim’s responsibility to rectify this matter and he was doing so, rather well if he didn’t say so himself.

So while his mother reclined at garden parties in the summer, evening parties at night and Christmas parties in the winter all the while flirting and usually bedding with what ever she could find and his peers got to venture into the cities, enjoying the wondrous and vibrant city life, taking whores and ladies to there bed when ever they pleased, Joachim had been stuck behind a desk in his fathers old study that was now his, trying to rectify any problem that arose.

Pulling the sheets up to his chin he curled up on himself wondering why it was so damn cold, it was in fact the middle of the mild summer that this part of his country usually experienced. He glared angrily at the far wall his gaze almost strong enough to bore a hole through the thick wooden walls.

He envied those who had life and freedom for he, himself had none. He did not attend parties and had never been to the city, this was why he believed his youth to have passed for youth was a time of no responsibility, of freedom and of love, none of which he had.

He had read of love often in books and always remembered the last party his mother had dragged him to, he’d been sixteen and his father was on his death bed yet Joachim and his mother still attended the parties. One of his mothers close friends had gotten drunk and spent the night telling Joachim of how beautiful he was, how it was certain he would find love, how someday he would make one beautiful lady very happy.

Yet that someday had never come.

He shivered in the strange cold and almost leapt into the air when a heavy blanket was placed over him. Instead however he took a deep breath and turned, glowing red eyes shone back at him in the darkness and he smiled.

“Hello Walter” he whispered

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The following morning found Joachim behind the same desk looking over the same figures and wondering how to make some of them bigger while making others of them much smaller. Yet his mind would not settle on thoughts of numbers and finances, always his mind would wander to the vampire.

He had met Walter several long months ago.

It was getting dark, in fact it had been getting dark for over half an hour and was by now fully dark. Yet Joachim didn’t want to admit it. He’d spent the day as usual behind the desk in the study but had as usual grown bored and biter by the late afternoon. He’d went down into the kitchens grabbed a bottle of wine and had ventured out into the grounds.

Two hours later, drunk and alone he’d tried to turn back towards the house; half hoping he got it right. It was not until he’d reached the edges of a wood that he realized he’d been going in the wrong direction, cursing loudly he turned in another direction and walked. He’d had more luck this time or so he thought when he came upon a farm house.

They could offer shelter until it was light and he was sober.

Strangely upon knocking there came no answer, the door itself was cracked rather badly as if it had been kicked by some powerful creature. Drinking down the last few dregs from his bottle he dropped it and entered enjoying the sound of the breaking glass.

The house had been turned upside down in what appeared to be a struggle but Joachim’s alcohol flooded mind didn’t realize this and instead he just wandered up the stairs to where he assumed a bed would be.

On entering one of the bed rooms, he’d come face to face with Walter, who was at that time deeply immersed in feeding form what Joachim assumed to be a daughter of the farmer who lay dead on the bed. Joachim blinked foggily before staggering towards the bed ignoring the vampire completely. Collapsing on the bed next to the farmer he closed his eyes.

Moments later he felt warm fingers slide through his hair, frowning he batted the hand away and rolled over, once more coming face to face with the vampire, who’d apparently shoved the corpse from the bed and taken its place, Joachim frowned and closed his eyes again.

“You’re a strange human aren’t you” the vampire breathed, Joachim didn’t reply merely frowned angrily “you realize I could kill you in a moment” the vampire continued

“Go ahead” Joachim grumbled as his head started to throb, but instead of fangs all he felt was fingertips running through his hair

His reaction had stumped the vampire, in truth it had stumped Joachim as well for if he had been in his right mind he would have fled.

Everyone in the area knew that the vampire was there, they didn’t know exactly where he was, or where he dwelt only that it must have been near by as it was frequent and uneventful news when several people turned up dead in their beds.

Joachim had awoken the following morning in his own bed wondering to himself if it had been a dream, his head still throbbed wildly and he eventually put it all down to a drunken hallucination . . . that was until he met the vampire again

“Hello little Joachim”

It hadn’t been like meeting a stranger and instantly Joachim had known that it hadn’t been a dream. He spent days putting up barricades, he’d ordered priests to ward what they could; he’d even strung garlic up until almost everyone complained about the smell.

None of it had stopped the vampire.

Sighing loudly at the fact his thoughts kept wandering, Joachim put down his pen and lifted a glass half full of white wine, taking a small sip he put it back down and tried in vain to focus on the accounts once more. But numbers and figures had lost all meaning to him as of late, he had never enjoyed them at all but he had been able to focus on them at one time but as of the last few weeks he hadn’t been able to focus on anything. Dinner conversation with his mother and occasionally her friends or his peers had lost all meaning as well; instead of words all he heard now was a continuous sound. Always his mind wondered back to the vampire.

After the first few weeks he had accepted that Walter was not going to go away and slowly after a little more time he became confident enough to know that Walter was not about to kill him suddenly. He knew that the vampire would kill him eventually but he doubted it would just be meaningless, it would be more twisted than that.

End of Chapter one

Authoress Note: Well there’s chapter one, a bit vague really but not a bad opening. I think this might turn into a three part piece rather than a two though.

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