Those who are Hunted

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 Alucard . . . then he’d be mine.

Warning: this fic contains YAOI (guyXguy), blood play and a lemon, if this offends or upsets you do not read this, it’s that simple.

Rating: R-NC17

Pairing: Richter/Alucard

Authoress note: I have changed aspects. I am aware Alucard’s eyes are a soft grey-ish colour, I was however inspired to change this.

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Chapter Two

Alucard may have known the woods well maybe even kind of liked it here but Richter disliked them, dark, damp and dangerous with the constant smell of wet moss hanging in the air. Yet he had reentered them in hope of finding the blonde.

Unable to stop thinking of the pale immortal he had finally decided to hunt him out. The dreams had continued and now were growing more intense, many times Richter woke in the night and had to leave to bed to wander in the garden cooling his sweat soaked, burning skin.

However during daylight hours he found when he thought of the dunpeal lust was not the only thing to come into his mind, worry came also, not worry for himself but worry for the dunpeal, he was becoming more and more agitated by the idea of the blonde being alone out here, especially since the rains had now started and with the rains came the ogres.

He wanted to find the immortal and take him from this dripping, damp place and bring him back to the crisp, dry home of the Belmont’s whether he wanted to come or not. Richter sniggered quietly at the mental image of himself pulling Alucard by his hair while the dunpeal sulked. Although that was amusing Richter’s motive was serious, he couldn’t stand the thought of the blonde alone out here in this soggy dank place, he needed to be surrounded by luxuries or at least what luxuries the Belmont’s could offer.

He had spent a lot of time thinking this over, to begin with he was defiantly in favor of helping the immortal, however as these dreams intensified and with them his feelings he became more dubious. What would he do with the pale son of Dracula once he had him in the crisp, dry home of the Belmont’s? What if he woke one night and ‘accidentally’ found himself outside the dunpeal’s room, what would stop him acting out one of his dreams? But slowly chivalry won out, he could not leave the Dunpeal out here in the rainy season.

He had been following what he hoped was the dunpeal’s trail for a while now, it was definitely unique, he had found human prints near the edge of the forest and had followed them finding that after a few minuets they stopped and a wolf-like paw print took there place, however the paw print was far to large to be a wolf’s, simply guessing by the size of the tracks this wolf would likely be only fractionally smaller than a small pony. He remembered from his time watching the immortal in the castle mirror that Alucard had the ability to alter his form to that of a large wolfs. Patches of blue-ish blonde fur let him know this was most likely the immortal’s trail.

The trail lead him deeper and deeper into the forest, deeper than he would have liked to have ventured. The further he went the more obvious the danger became, several times he noted ogre tracks crossing the wolf’s and slowly at first he realized that Alucard had been followed at one point by some type of beast, most likely a griffin, red feathers dotted the ground, while clawed and pawed tracks crisscrossed with Alucard’s.

However his fears were gone when he found the corpse of the griffin in a clearing. From the mess on the ground and the torn form of the griffin it appeared Alucard had fought the daemon in his wolf form, blood and feathers littered the clearing but in the dead best’s claws and beak were tuffs of bloodied pail fur, leading Richter to believe the blonde immortal had not escaped unscathed.

Eventually the trail became a man’s boot print again and led towards a cave. Taking a few deep breaths Richter entered the darkness, it swallowed Richter and coldness creped around him. Unable to see and only moving forward lead by his hand on the cold wet wall Richter felt extremely venerable. He could hear bats above him although it didn’t sound like many.

Then quiet suddenly he was aware of another’s presence, half preying he spoke

“A . . . Alucard” he called into the darkness

A few moments of silence echoed before he got a reply

“Mortal? Why have you come here?”

Richter sighed quietly in relief and found himself wishing to be able to see the blonde immortal, he imagined how beautiful he would look, rich dark clothing clinging to his lean frame, pale hair cascading over his shoulders like a contrasting waterfall, his train of thought was stopped as he heard movement, he tried to pin point where Alucard was and reached blindly outwards but his hands connected with nothing

“Where are you” Richter spoke Alucard did not answer Richter was about to snap at him

“You did not answer human why are you trying to seek me out” Alucard sounded angry

“I seem to have succeeded Alucard” Richter answered, a warning growl made Richter realize how angry the dunpeal was at being sought out

“I have come to repeat my offer” he said trying to sound more confident than he suddenly felt

he was frightened, he shook himself, Alucard wouldn’t hurt him, Alucard would not harm a Belmont. Yet Richter was paralyzed, technically free to move but unable to, he was afraid. suddenly a gloved hand captured his chin and tilted his head to the side to face him. His hand’s shot out to grip the dunpeal in reaction, one hand gripped black cape the other however found itself embedded in a coat and shirt which was damp. Pulling his hand back Richter swallowed.

“you are hurt Alucard” Richter said his voice was still shaking

“it’s already healed” the dunpeal almost growled, his grip on Richter’s face tightened to the point of pain, he pulled the hunter against himself pressing them tightly together.

Richter was just able to make out Alucard’s features in the darkness; it was almost as if Alucard carried his own glow with him. Richter was afraid to say anything; Alucard’s eyes burned bright orange as if on fire, glaring at Richter as though his presence alone deeply offended him.

Richter noted how Alucard’s pupils were huge, blocking out almost all the iris but a tiny ring, black surrounded by a thin line of orange, his eyes looked like an eclipse of the sun, ‘his pupils are huge, must be the reason he can see in such darkness’ Richter thought

Alucard traced his gloved thumb over Richter’s bottom lip. He looked as if he were about to speak, small fangs barley visible behind a partly opened mouth, his expression changed and he let go of Richter pushing him away slightly

“Just leave” he whispered

Richter turned unable to do anything but obey, but as he had stared into Alucard’s eyes he saw more longing than any human could ever posses.

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“where did you go” Annett snapped when Richter returned home

“just outside my dear” Richter replied, to let down to really say much

“it’s late my love I was worried” Annett did sound worried Richter mentally kicked himself for putting her through that.

Why was he so determined to find Alucard, a half blood who didn’t even show gratitude at the fact Richter risked his life by entering the silent forest to find him and had given him a light bruise on his jaw where his gloved hand had gripped him to tightly. Why want that when he had a loving wife who adored him and worried for him. He suddenly felt extremely guilty, not just for making Annett worry but for everything.

He would forget the cold uncaring dunpeal, he would pay his wife the attention she deserved. Just looking at her now, blonde hair falling in tight curls around her shoulders, blue eyes glittering wetly at him, she was on the verge of tears, his guilt intensified.

“oh my love” Richter stepped towards her and enfolded her in his arms holding her to him tightly. “I’m so sorry, I love you so much, I shouldn’t have worried you like that”

“Richter” Annett sounded better “Richter love please” she pushed her husband away, she was smiling slightly “your covered in mud” she looked at herself “and now so am I you brute” she giggled but it stopped quickly “Richter there’s blood on you”

Richter looked down at himself and winced there was blood on him, quiet at lot.

“it’s not mine dear” he whispered

he knew the blood wasn’t his he hadn’t been hurt, none of his wounds had reopened, this blood must have come from when he was pressed against the dunpeal. He hadn’t realized that the blonde was hurt that badly.

“it’s already healed” he remembered the blonde snarling

Richter mentally kicked himself again and pushed the fear and worry for the blonde immortal back down, he didn’t care if the blonde was hurt, Alucard be damned, he didn’t care if the blonde was lying dead on the floor of his forest. He swallowed hard at that thought.

“then where . . . “ Annett asked

“I found a dead horse my love that’s all, I moved it off the road” he paused “I think I will take a bath”

Annett nodded “I think I will get changed into something a little less dirty and wait for you in bed my love”

“I wont take long” Richter forced a smile.

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Richter groaned loudly slipping into the warm water. Closing his eyes he felt himself relax completely. Opening his eyes he looked down at the scabs littering his body. A particularly deep slash had caught him on his thigh and was taking longer to heal than any of the others as it had a habit of reopening when Richter moved.

“stupid dunpeal” Richter snapped to himself in anger looking at the cut.

The warm water moved gently around him in the bathtub soothed the aching bruises that still littered his torso. He hoped Alucard still had a bruise or two to show form their battle, but then he realized that the dunpeal would have healed all those wounds long ago. Not only that but Richter had only managed to strike the dunpeal a few times, the ashen skinned immortal had been fast, leaping over him constantly, the whip hadn’t been much good, he had managed to strike the vampire by throwing the thick heavy crucifix a few times.

Then causing the holy rain, he knew that must have hurt the immortal, he remembered watching as the dunpeal looked up in panic and had almost flown into the corner trying to shelter himself under his cape, the smell of burning filled the room and he grinned as he noticed parts of the Dunpeal’s skin turned red then black and pealed away causing a cry of pain from the immortal, then the rain had stopped and the fight had continued.

The water was cooling now and Richter sighed and stood, looking down at the now murky coloured water, stained by mud and vampire blood. Climbing out and covering himself with one of the towels Annett had put out for him he felt a little bit better. His hair was slightly damp at the edges but nothing to worry about; he was too tired now to care anyway. Making his way into the dark bedroom he climbed under the sheets and sighed contently as he felt thin arms wrap around him from behind.

“good night my love” Annett whispered

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Richter woke with a start, jerking upright in bed, sweat soaked sheets tangling around his legs. His pulse was loud in his ears as he made to lie down again, just the simple actions of the sheets brushing against him made him tremble ‘oh god’ he thought, half his mind cursed his waking up never wanting to leave the bliss that his dreams were now becoming and the other half blessed it for his dreams were a wicked and sinful pleasure that should not be felt by any man. He tired to calm his heaving breath when another shudder ran through him unprovoked, he couldn’t stay here not in this state, so standing as quietly as possible so as not to disturb Annett he made his way to the kitchen.

Moments later sitting at the kitchen table with something to drink he began to ponder his dream. While he could not remember it overly clearly he did remember parts and the sensations were hard to forget, he shuddered at the memories. He was alone with Alucard they were talking of something that was badly affecting the blonde who looked so sad it was as if his soul was breaking; Richter leaned across to touch the dunpeal and was rewarded by a shudder and a slight smile.

Richter felt his entire self tremble heart, body and soul. He had lunged forward sealing his mouth over the surprised half vampire’s, Alucard had made a sound akin to a purr, elation swept over Richter and he began using his superior weight to press the dunpeal down and busied his hands at the blondes clothing.

He could feel the immortal trembling and twitching, and with every little jerk the half blood gave, Richter smiled against his ivory skin and did those things that made him twitch and tremble again and again and again until the blonde son of Dracula was screeching under him.The absolute rightness of this made Richter dizzy, nothing could be more right, he had found his soul-mate.

He knew he should feel guilt at not dreaming of his wife and of dreaming of a man. He knew guilt was what everyone would have wanted him to feel but. . . as hard as he tried he felt only frustration and a deep longing. His forced hatred of the dunpeal melted quickly with the dream, it was impossible to hate such a creature especially when all you wanted to do was find yourself buried inside it. He sighed disappointed, he knew in the real world such a thing would never happen for many reasons.

Alucard was a dunpeal, a creature with vampiric blood, he was what Richter was meant to hunt, and by allowing him to live he allowed another daemon to walk the earth poising it, not to mention Alucard was male. He was also aware that Maria strongly felt for Alucard with a passion it was only natural for Alucard to return her feelings, it didn’t matter the blonde dunpeal had shown Maria only politeness before, Richter knew Maria would work into him, she always did. Technically everything was wrong here, Alucard was a daemon, he was male and Maria clearly wished for him. But then why did it feel so right.

Richter couldn’t help the fact that he wanted the blonde creature, yearned for him even. He wanted to find himself over the pale immortal, to make him feel good, to feel his ivory skin against his own dark tan and to hear him make the same kind of sounds he’d made only moments ago in Richter’s mind. He wanted a reaction, something other than the sad and detached mask he normally wore.

Richter smiled wickedly at the thought of the dunpeal losing himself, bucking and thrashing under him, digging clawed hands into Richter’s back in attempts to pull him closer, whispering pleas of how much he wanted him, to catch his eyes and find them overflowing with lust and finally to hear him scream out his name.

This was not helping.

Richter had come down here to calm himself but he was working himself up again. He emptied his glass and decided to sit out side, the cool air should help.

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