Life

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 really Light YAOI (GuyXGuy), blood play and vampires (is this a necessary warning for a Castlevania fic?). However although the first few chapters are very easy going the later chapters include, Heavy Yaoi, Violence and discussing of sensitive subjects.

Express Warning: Chapter contains violence and Light Yaoi

Rating: NC-17

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 as I have been before in my other fics.

Also couldn’t have a Dracula fic without at least mentioning a mob. ^_^

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Chapter Ten

Six years come and go; nothing much changes at the castle. Adrian ceases to age and remains eternally youthful, appearing as sweet innocence but full of dark understanding.

Dracula has become more known people miles away now cower at night fearing the Dark Lord’s reach. However with him becoming common knowledge more and more people rise up to stop him and thus the Count’s time is taken more and more by dealing with Hunters and peasant mobs.

Adrian’s time is now divided, aiding his father in the removal of hunters and mobs, hunting for himself and of course his encounters with Orlox have now become most frequent.

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The hunter entered Castlevania with relative ease, only a few minor wounds, nothing to worry about. He currently walked along the second entrance hall. Surprisingly this one was different, the first had been full of Zombies and low forms of undead. But this one was silent.

He took a few steps before noticing an elaborate golden chair in which seated none other than the lord of the undead himself, dressed in all his gothic finery and smiling like some one who had just heard a rude joke. The hunter tensed he hadn’t expected to find his quarry so quickly.

He tensed further noticing the second individual in the room, seated on the floor, his arms looped around his legs, leaning lazily back against the chair head leaning delicately on the lord of darkness’ knee, and his expression one of lazy interest.

The hunter jerked, he needed to pay attention to Dracula not the creature at his feet, no matter how much his eyes enjoyed resting on it.

“Dracula lord of darkness and depravity prepare to meet your end at my hands. With the help of the lord god I will strike you down daemon” the hunter yelled hoping he sounded more threatening than he felt

he was proved unthreatening when the creature seated on the floor let out a sound akin to a feline purr as Vladimir ran his fingers through the creature’s hair, the hunter watched spell bound as the beautiful creature on the floor, moved into Vladimir’s touch, closing his eyes his expression becoming one of pure contentment.

“Now that your quiet finished” Vladimir looked to the hunter snapping him out of his gaze, Vladimir smiled toothily still fingering the creatures hair causing the purrs to increase in volume slightly.

Vladimir looked to the creature on the floor and his expression changed slightly his face jaded the expression seemed monstrous although that was not the intent. The hunter drew his weapon a sword, polished to reflect the light, Vladimir stood the creature on the floor let out a small sound of protest but did not move. Vladimir closed the distance between hunter and prey.

The hunter watched Dracula keenly but against his will strayed to the creature still sitting beside the golden chair. His eyes caught the creatures and noticed that one was purple the other was green. As he met the creatures gaze he felt himself sink, suddenly nothing mattered, he felt like he’d just slipped into a warm bath with the promise that his wife would join him soon. He almost purred.

“Adrian” Vladimir said quietly, his breath ghosting over the hunter’s throat

“Father” the creature on the floor said but his gaze still held the hunters perfectly

“You have him” Vladimir asked

“I do” the creature purred and with that Vladimir bit down.

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Adrian now wandered lazily towards one of the many villages surrounding Castlevania. He was hungry.

Many small villages surrounded Castlevania, it seemed odd to Adrian why they would surround the Castle, his father had explained it once before, same reason people lived under volcanoes, the soil and the land was ridiculously fertile.

When Volcanoes erupted they spread ash as well as magma and that made the soil fertile, or something like that. Castlevania either used majik to keep the land fertile and thus keep the humans close or it was all the blood that had soaked into the soil.

With land so fertile you would think that the people would be rich, but no. The land belonged to Dracula and thus he got the bulk of the money, despite the fact that he had little use for it, the rest went directly to the peasants. Adrian had often walked the hallways with Samuel in years past and the two were forever stumbling in on rooms full to the brim with riches. Lying there because, the Vampire lord had nothing better to do with it.

Still now was not the time to think of such things, Adrian decided as he entered the village square, now was the time to get something to eat. Concentrating he wove an illusion over himself, hiding the vampiric side of his nature; he fancied some sport tonight rather than the usual hunt. He smiled to himself as he entered the tavern.

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Adrian leaned heavily against the man who stood before him, who in turn leaned heavily back against the tavern wall. Adrian’s left leg was trapped between the other man's legs, as he rubbed it slowly against the arousal hidden in the man’s trousers. His hands roamed over the other man's tunic, running over the rough cloth, caressing gently while his mouth worked against the others.

The man who’s name Adrian hadn’t caught, had come up to him in the tavern and spontaneously started talking to him, this was a tactic Adrian had used many times to secure a meal and some sport. After a few drinks the human’s mouth had become a little loser and he’d blatantly hinted that he liked Adrian, that he wanted him. Adrian had been waiting for something like that to be said and almost dragged the mortal outside and down the side of the tavern where they would not be seen.

Little did the mortal know that under his feet lay the blood of a woman whom Adrian had done this to last week.

The human’s tongue stroked inside of Adrian’s mouth tasting strongly of Ale, the stubble on the human’s chin scratched against his smooth pale skin deliciously. Adrian drew back and let his mouth follow the line of the human’s jaw downwards. The human arched against him as fangs scraped over his skin.

“Oh sweet God”

Adrian reached under the human’s tunic to find his nipples. The human bit his bottom lip as half cries escaped him, Adrian smirked Human’s were so easy to control. He could feel the human’s eyes on him and he drew away a little to meet there gaze, the soft brown eyes were half closed and looked at the pale dunpeal so lovingly it actually struck a cord in the dunpeal.

"You are so beautiful." The human whispered, looking almost sad as he raised a muscled arm to stroke the dunpeal’s hair.

The dunpeal smirked and leaned in nipping lightly at the human’s mouth before going back down and burying his head in the human’s throat, shivering at having the blood so close but not allowing himself to get at any. He loved teasing himself this way.

The mortal leaned his head back against the cool stone, gasping. He had never done this kind of thing before. He had never flung himself at anyone male or female and yet he wanted this man, this man who appeared too beautiful to be human, he felt his need burning inside of him. He wanted to have inside to be inside, he didn’t care, and he whimpered his erection unbearable under the constant stimulation from the pale man’s leg.

"I want you," he murmured, “I need to have you”

He felt the blonde smirk as he kissed his way down his chest, through his tunic, getting lower and lower, he felt the blonde wrap his arms around his hips and he groaned, guessing what was coming.

The human opened chocolate eyes and looked down, watching the blonde man go on his knees in front of him. The mortal reached out to twine fingers in that hair that was so long, alabaster hands reached for his belt. Suddenly the mortal felt a jolt in his stomach, something was wrong. He looked down and met the man’s eyes once more, his stomach flopped, one was bright glowing emerald, and the other was deep dangerous crimson.

A daemon. The human sucked in a breath looking away, he was about to be fucked by a daemon. He glanced back down at the beautiful creature who was frowning at his belt obviously frustrated; to make a daemon so angelic in appearance was beyond twisted.

Hands nearly unfastened the belt only to be stopped.

“Wait” the human whispered “I don’t even know you name”

“I’m Adrian” the creature whispered,

“I’m Trevor” the mortal smiled and it was not nice, Adrian felt his stomach roll “Trevor Belmont”

With that Trevor brought his knee up, connecting hard with the dunpeal’s jaw, rendering him unconscious.

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Trevor cursed himself five times over and then once more for good luck. He kicked the door to his house, nothing happened. His neighbour stuck her head out of her front door

“Trevor Belmont do you have any idea . . .” She stopped noticing the man in Trevor’s arms “is he hurt? Do you need help?”

“No thank you mam” Trevor dipped his head in thanks “he just can’t handle his drink this one” the woman smiled and disappeared back inside. Trevor kicked his door again and it swung open, stomping inside he almost threw the daemon on the floor.

What was he doing? He mentally screamed. The instant the creature below him had said its name he had recognised it. This was Dracula’s dunpeal child! Why hadn’t he killed it? He glared at the blond collection of limbs on his floor, the dunpeal had a large bruise under his chin where Trevor had kicked him and the hunter felt a pang of guilt for harming something so beatific.

When he’d been talking with the creature in the tavern he’d been amazed, it was so beautiful, yet it seemed so innocent, he’d been flabbergasted when the creature had dragged him into the alley. He had not killed it because of the innocence it was nothing to do with the fact the creature was gorgeous and he was still hard, or so he kept telling himself.

If it was true and this was Adrian Feinhight Tepes, then this creature was half human and even half human was worth tying to save. He’d grown up listening to his father and mother teach him about Dracula, it was common knowledge that Dracula had loved a human and that they had a son. It was also common knowledge that the woman had been murdered and the son lost over seas and that was why Dracula was in a rage now.

Adrian had been found nearly seven years ago and had been living in the castle. Trevor cursed his own stupidity; he had seen the dunpeal before, once, from a distance while he was running with what people he could save from a village burning, and yet he’d been duped easily by a pretty face.

The alabaster creature stirs on the carpet, moaning quietly. Trevor curses again and jumps to find his father’s rope.

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“I know you” Trevor nods knowingly, “you’re Adrian Tepes”

“Marvellous observation” the dunpeal mutters jerking in his ropes and wincing at the burning. He looks at his ankles; the rope that binds him is interwoven with pure silver. He growls softly no wonder it burns. But the heat the silver caused in him was not affecting the rope at all, must have been made with alchemy.

“Your Dracula’s child, the one he lost to humans” Trevor nods again “tell me monster you grew up with humans why now do you attack us”

“I am vampire human” Adrian snarls, trying to force down the memories of Artemis, Louis, Marianne and his mother, all humans and all perfect. Thinking of them always made him question himself.

“You are half human DUNPEAL unless you’ve forgotten” Trevor snaps right back

“I do my best to ignore it” Adrian smirked still trying not to remember, Artemis’ kind words when he failed at something, Marianne’s soft hands when she held him after a nightmare, Louis’ playful clumsiness. His Mother Lisa who had had enough love for anything even Dracula.

“Why haven’t you killed me, you are obviously a vampire hunter, to be so well prepared” Adrian hisses trying to change the subject

Trevor blinked, he knew he should, the whip at his side resonated with fury telling him in silent words to kill the creature in front of him . . . but, something else told him otherwise. There was something about this dunpeal something undeniably human. Trevor squatted next to the blonde and looked into glaring blue and red eyes, it was defiantly there, just under the surface, beneath a shroud of anger, fear and hatred there was innocence.

“I want to show you something” Trevor whispered

“You can show me your throat human” the dunpeal snapped “the second I am able I am going to kill you”

“Those ropes must be burning you by now” Trevor smiled a little “don’t you want out of them” an answering growl was all he got and a renewed struggle. He winced as he watched the burning ropes bite at the vampire’s flesh.

“I will take them off, if you agree to come with me”

Trevor sighed, he knew there was no way he could really trust the dunpeal, but part of vampire lore was that the saying ‘as good as your word’ was taken literally. ‘Oath breaker’ was a death sentence, when a vampire broke his word, his oath, he quiet simply forfeited his life. Other vampires would kill him. Trevor had never understood it, how the most powerful daemons Lucifer had created would be bound by something so simple.

“Do I have your word that no harm will come to any human by your hand as long as you are with me Adrian?”

“You have my word Human”

“It’s Trevor, Dunpeal” Trevor smirked untying the ropes

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Adrian watched with cold eyes as the bonfire burned. People continually walked up, bringing what remained of there homes and throwing it on the fire. Others gathered round trying to keep warm. Poles stood erect in the ground holding up animal skins that acted as tents. People coughed and spluttered around him, trying to get closer to the fire, everyone seemed to be sick, the lace stank of illness and waste.

“You dragged me out here to show me a bonfire human?” Adrian asked sounding genuinely confused

Trevor sighed, obviously the dunpeal didn’t understand, without a roof over there heads in winter a lot of people were going to die. The attacks were bad enough, slaughtering hundreds but the death count always continued to rise months after an attack, cold weather and no roofs led to people dying in the streets from the cold. Those who could fit into the town hall were also at high risk, that many people in such a small place, sanitation was not good and disease ran rampant spreading quickly and deadly.

“Why don’t you come with me” Trevor asked, he hated seeing this, but he thought it might be the only way to get to the angelic looking daemon next to him.

The hall was long and quiet thin, wide enough for beds on each side and space to walk down the middle, it looked like a hospital. The candles burned in a lonely fashion on the walls making the dunpeal’s ivory skin glow in the light.

Adrian blinked and swallowed hard. This was a place of death.

“Please Adrian I understand if you hate them”

He spun around, looking for the person who’d spoken but there was none . . . strange the voice had sounded like his mother.

“When was the village attacked” Adrian asked trying not to let his voice catch in his throat

“Three months ago” Trevor’s voice did catch; he looked at the ground unable to watch.

Three months? Three months and still people were dying by the dozen. The people outside lived on the mud covered by what skins they could salvage, they to would soon be in here.

“ . . . I understand if you hate them but please . . .”

There it was again, it sounded so like his mother. He followed Trevor up the rows of beds, women, men and children crammed into beds, sometimes up to three in one. He had done this. He was responsible for this.

“But please don’t act on your hatred, please don’t cause them pain they have enough already”

He span in a complete circle earning a worried look from Trevor, it was his mother!! The voice,

“Mother” he whispered to quiet for any to hear,

A woman laid on a bed with her child, a young boy with white blonde hair. The woman was tall, slim, long matted and dirty blonde hair covered her pale and thin face. The child next to her curled around her sobbing quietly into his mother’s soiled hair. Adrian blinked, his heart racing the name on the bottom of the bed ‘Lisa Tepes’

“Please tell your father I love him and always will”

Adrian turned and ran.

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“You understand now Adrian” Trevor found the dunpeal sitting by a small pond just outside the village; the dunpeal was soaked through “why did you run?”

“I had to get away from the smell” Adrian whispered

“You looked like you saw a ghost” Trevor said calmly, knowing he’d gotten his point across

“I did” the dunpeal’s voice was to quiet for the human to pick up.

“Do you understand now” Trevor asked putting a hand on the quivering blonde’s shoulder

“I do” Adrian stood “it must be stopped”