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.

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.

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Chapter Two

The next worth while event that took place we do dread to tell, for it causes pain even now. The mothers’ death at the hands of those she helped.

But before we tell this you must understand Adrian is a dunpeal which means he may stand sunlight if he is kept shaded but a few hours of direct sunlight will make him very ill and most likely be fatal, the way they would any vampire. It is not however the light that kills him but the heat, he may usually stand two hours of direct sunlight before he falls ill, three before he will collapse and three and a half before he will die.

Please forgive the digression but it was something you needed to know.

We believe he was six when this happened, there had been a lot of activity in the village and the mother was going to take him to his fathers again where they would both stay until things calmed down but they waited to late.

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Shouts woke Adrian in the late morning. He blearily opened his eyes and sat up blinking unfocused around his small room.

“Where’s the child” a male voice yelled Adrian blinked confused

“Leave the child, we have the woman” a second male voice answered

“I want the child” the first voice paused “kill the tree but leave the seed the tree will grow anew” the voice rationalised

“Well spoken and true, find the boy” the other relented

“Mother!” Adrian called out alerting the men to his whereabouts foolishly but it is a Childs instinct to call for its parents when frightened.

The door opened and Adrian had time to make out three village men before he was struck, the blow would have knocked a normal child into unconsciousness but it only cause Adrian to scream.

“He is of the devil!!” was the cry that rose when Adrian tried to stumble to his feet, hands clasping his head

Adrian was struck again, crying out as he fell; slowly he curled up and whimpered as consciences left him.

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Adrian awoke to a world of noise and pain, the sounds of a mob. The heat from the sun beat down unforgiving, making his head spin more, he must have been out here for some time. He body felt aflame and heavy weights around his throat, wrists and ankles made him realise he was bound, cuffs around his wrists and ankles linked to a chain connected to a collar around his throat.

“Mother!” he called out

“Adrian” the reply was quiet and hardly heard over the sound of the mob, it lead him to try and look up, he could not move much but he could just make out his mother bound to a cross as if crucified.

“Mother! I’ll save you” he trashed wildly

“No! If my death can help others I’d gladly surrender my life” his mother sounded foggy, her words slightly slurred obviously drugged.

“Mother!” Adrian cried out again struggling wildly against his bonds, but weakened by the light and heat. Upon noticing his wakefulness the men tried to correct it, a strike across his jaw made him gyrate backwards pulling his chains taught, another strike and he heard more than felt his left wrist snap.

Feeling was almost gone, the only things left were, anger and the pure scorching heat.

“Adrian!” his mother yelled hearing her cry out like that only enforced the anger the men moved to strike again

“Don’t touch me Human! Mother!” Adrian screeched wildly snapping at the men’s hands with small fangs, still pulling on his bonds, trying to claw at the men with bound and broken wrists.

“Adrian! Please” he mother yelled instantly causing him to cease she sounded upset but with him rather than the ones hurting them “please Adrian I understand if you hate them but please don’t act on your hatred, please don’t cause them pain they have enough already” men were bringing torches now, lighting the cross his mother hung on, Adrian’s vision blurred “please tell your father I love him and always will”

The flames began eating at the wooden cross and Adrian screeched, no words just an animalistic cry of desperation, until the heat from the sun and the wounds he’d received drove him into unconsciousness, the image of his mothers death burned forever into his memory.

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We are unsure how it happened or why he did it but the man Franz some how got hold of Adrian during all of this and maybe out of the goodness of his heart saved him. He did not know of the father, believing the mother to be my only parent, perhaps he thought the father dead or a vagabond of some sort, it matters little. He took Adrian to the docks where he paid a man to take him. Adrian was placed on a ship and taken over seas.

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Vladimir paced the entrance chambers gaining speed as his worry grew, he knew the fate of his beloved Lisa and it pierced him to fell how powerless he was to stop her death, thinking of it now . . . but no he would morn for her later, right now he had to find his son.

His frantic pacing increased again and Death reached out a bony hand to get his attention

“My lord relax, they will find him, he’s probably wandering lost in the woods, I assure you he is still breathing I bet my scythe on it”

Vladimir was about to tell Death where he could stuff his scythe when a wolf bounded into the hall, skidding on the polished floor, almost colliding with Vladimir.

“Tell me! Did you find him?” Vladimir yelled grasping the wolf as it shifted back to a human-ish form,

“my . . . lord” the werewolf gasped unable to breath due to Vladimir’s grip on his throat, Vladimir released him and he continued after collecting air “my lord we caught his scent in the village near the execution, we followed it until” he paused not wanting to be the one to tell the lord this news “it reached the docks”

Docks? What was his child doing at the docks Vladimir growled low in his throat the werewolf in front of him coward and trembled

“My lord they took him over seas” he elaborated “the humans, they . . .” he did not finish, a pale clawed hand struck him at the side of his head, sending his head from his body, killing him.

“That wasn’t very mature” Death muttered from behind Vladimir,

Vladimir roared a sound that sent every killable creature fleeing, a sound filled with pain, loss but above all pure out of control rage. Shifting his own form to that of a bat’s Vladimir flew towards the village that had destroyed what was most dear to him.

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On the hill above a village a single bat landed before shifting almost gently into the form of a man. Vladimir glared at the village and its inhabitants

“You have taken that which is most precious to me” his voice was barley above a whisper yet every villager heard it “you will suffer for you mistake”

His voice rose to a roar loud enough to shatter glass and crumble stone

“You will pay for this”

And with that he descended upon the village.

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