We Are Kin
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 a possible lemon; if this
offends or upsets you do not read this, it that simple.
Rating: NC-17
Setting: post Castlevania symphony of the night
Dedications: this is dedicated to all Castlevania fans, there
could never be too many.
Summery: Alucard loses the fight against his father and must
bargain for the lives of the
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 One
It was
cold when he walked past her.
Maria
sighed as the vampire king disappeared in a flurry of his cloak, for a moment
she could have sworn she heard wings but he had moved to fast for her to be
sure. She looked back to Richter who was healed but still appeared pale and
somewhat disorientated. The fairies that had healed him were out of sight now
but Maria was wary, she had seen these creatures do great good and she was
aware that the dunpeal Alucard kept one as a kind of self aware pet; but she
had also seen them do great harm, they swarmed together and were capable of
stripping a creatures flesh from its bones in mere moments. She could hear them
moving in the room around her and felt herself tense up ready to defend herself
and Richter if the need arose. Despite the fact that the vampire king had
granted them safety while in the castle, she did not trust him, regardless of
the fact that he had healed Richter.
She bit
her lip and looked absently at the spot where the two vampires had disappeared,
poor Alucard, he’d given himself up to his father’s doubtful mercies for their
safety, who knew what that creature was doing to him, she had seen the way he
had looked at his child and it was not the way a father should look at a son,
it was the look a half starved man gives to steak, the look a man would give to
his lover when they had been parted for far to long, it held more heat and
hunger than Maria had ever seen one man show. She felt her shaking get worse and
ran her hands over her arms and tried to forget her thoughts, there was nothing
she could do to help Alucard now, he was gone. A
sudden soft sound made her turn sharply, her eyes scanned the room around her
trying to ignore all the blood on the floor. A man, an old man stood in one of
the darkened corners, Maria stood sharply lifting her dagger.
“Please
child.” The old man held out his hands showing they were empty “I am not your
enemy, I have been sent here by my master to guide you out of this place and
into one where you might be more comfortable.”
“Dracula
is worried about our comfort.” Maria stated, lowering her weapon, the man
seemed true enough but still she was wary. The aged man laughed
“Not him
personally my Lady but he has said to me that knows his son would be worried
for you and wishing to cause his child no concern he will move you to where you
will be comfortable.” The man seemed puzzled by his own words but shrugged them
away
“Who are
you?” Richter managed rising from the floor, so he was sitting instead of lying
“I sir am
the castle’s librarian,” the old man spoke simply
“You’re to
take us to where we will be ‘comfortable’?” Richter asked, the old man nodded
“very well then do so.” The
The old
man approached the pair and held out a small card, the card was decorated with
strange words in a stranger language, one that neither of the two mortal’s
recognised, the man threw the card into the air above them and it erupted into
a bright light which swallowed the three of them. Maria felt the sensation of
movement but no wind touched her and her feet did not move, she clung to
Richter unable to help herself and felt him hold her back, although it was
probably more for support than fear on his part. But it was over quickly and
the light faded leaving them standing in a huge room filled with shelves upon
shelves of books.
“Where did
Alucard go?” Richter asked suddenly realising the dunpeal was absent; Maria
frowned before remembering the Richter had only been partly conscious when
Dracula had taken Alucard, she sighed quietly to herself before answering.
“He took
him,” she breathed looking at Richter who looked confused but horror was dawning
on him “Dracula took him when he left us in that place.” Maria elaborated
“We’ve . .
. we’ve got to go help him!” Richter snapped, Maria felt tears building in her
eyes when she shook her head, she knew there was nothing they could do, they didn’t even know where the vampire had taken his child.
“Come
Lady,” the librarian called to Maria as he held open the door out of the
library.
“But,”
Richter fell into step behind Maria “he could be . . .”
“I know
Richter.” Maria answered her voice harsh as she followed the librarian into a
doorway she had not seen before, she paused and turned to Richter “I know,” she
repeated softer “but what could we do brother.” She waited for him to catch up
to her and wrapped her arm around his waist to help him walk. Richter nodded at
her in thanks but his eyes spoke of his frustration at his weakness.
“Master
Alucard has indeed returned then?” The librarian turned to glance over his
shoulder at Maria “I saw him earlier but he was here to raise hands against his
father not return to him.” The old man paused for thought “it must have been
him the Master was carrying, well that’s wonderful; maybe the master will
finally stop pinning.”
“It’s not
good!” Maria snapped “it’s not good at all,” she shivered to herself “poor
Alucard alone with that monster, I’m afraid for him.”
“You need
not fear for the young master lady.” The librarian smiled, turning once again,
he started down a corridor that was plainer than the rest, no grand finery here
but it had a warmth the rest of the castle lacked,
“the Master would not hurt him and when the young master returns to himself
once again then he to will be happy. As they once were.”
“Returns
to himself?” Richter frowned as the librarian stopped outside a plain door and
opened it, leading them inside, the room was simple but not small, it held two
large beds, a dresser and a large wardrobe, a pair of chairs and a small table
rested by the window.
“The Master
said you would no doubt hate to be separated and would most likely demand to be
near the young master. So I believe this room would suit.” He smiled to himself
“the young master’s rooms are just down the hall from here, the third door down
will lead you to them.” He glanced about as the
“What did
you mean return to himself?” Richter asked as the librarian turned to leave,
the old man stopped and sighed
“You will
not like what I am about to say, but despite that it is truth.” The old man
turned and looked at them both “the young master is what he is and he is not
what you have made him.”
“Excuse
me,” Maria asked “I . . . I don’t think I understand.”
“The young
master is a kind soul, but he is what he is lady and he is a demon.” He held up
his hand as Maria opened her mouth to interrupt “yes I know his mother was
human but he is not and it was cruel of the
“And what are
we supposed to have done!” Richter snapped standing albeit in a wobbly fashion.
“They took
advantage,” the librarian said simply “the young master is still very young and
he is very clever but he can be impressionable, your Trevor Belmont made him
feel responsible and filled him with the guilt of your god. He has not been
happy one day since; I even heard from the master that he entered torpor.”
“You mean
when he slept?” Maria said quietly, the librarian nodded
“Before
then he was happy, the few times I have seen him since . . .” the old man
sighed “he is a shadow of his former self, he used to be a . . . very
expressive creature,” he smiled as if in memory “you would not approve but it
was his life such as it was and he was happy here and once he lets go of that false
guilt he will be happy again and you will be released.”
“That daemon
won’t let us go.” Richter snapped, Maria gasped and turned to him
“I believe
you are wrong Master Belmont.” The librarian smiled “the Master may not want to
let you go but he has given his word, he is bound by it, he will not break it.
Such is the very old law, from before all our times.” Richter snorted at the
words and the librarian turned with a smile and walked to the door, he stopped
and turned at the door, holding the handle in his hand. “The young master will
be returned to his room shortly, and you may go to him then.”
“Where is
he?” Maria asked, the librarian smiled wider
“With his
father of course.” He answered and shut the door.
It was
some time before Maria heard footsteps in the corridor outside their room, they
were slow and steady and somehow she knew who it was who walked outside their
room and it was not Alucard. She listened as a door down the hallway opened and
closed then turned to Richter. The
“I am
afraid for Annett.” He breathed “I have been in this hellhole for what feels
like an age, and she’s all alone.”
“Annett is
worried for you.” Maria nodded, politely ignoring the reference to the amount
of time Richter had spent here, the amount of time he thought himself ruler of
this place, “but she is not alone, she has family and friends who will watch
her and keep her safe in your absence.” Richter nodded, Maria frowned the
“How can I
go back to her.” He breathed, “after what I became,
after what I did.” He looked to Maria and he seemed so wretched that it made
her heart want to burst.
“Oh
Richter,” she breathed and went to him, wrapping small arms around his broad
shoulders “you fool, Annett would not judge you, no one would.” She sighed
against his shoulder “only you, only you will judge your actions.”
“I am
damned Maria.” He said so quietly she almost didn’t hear
“No
brother you are not.” She pulled back and looked hard at him, “you are not
unless you choose to be; only those who give in to the darkness completely with
all their heart and soul are damned and even they still have hope.”
“But I did
give in, I revelled in my darkness, it consumed me.” Richter felt his eyes
burn, and almost fell into his self pity but a sharp slap from Maria startled
him out of it.
“You fool
Richter Belmont, you are not damned and never will be, we love you Annett and I
and we will not let you, we will always be here to save you just as you us.” It
was then that they both heard the door further up in the corridor open and
close again and the sharp click of boots on the stonework. They froze in place
until the clicks faded into silence.
“You
believe he is gone.” Maria asked, Richter reached out his senses and tried to
feel for Dracula’s presence but found nothing but the low hum from the castle
itself. He nodded to Maria and stood.
“Come, we
must see to him.” He held out his hand to Maria, she looked at him for a moment
before taking his hand and both walked out of the room into the dark corridor.
The corridor was empty of doors and windows save from the door to Maria and
Richter’s room and the door to Alucard’s rooms. Richter stopped outside of
Alucard’s rooms and turned to Maria.
“Thank
you.” He breathed “thank you Maria.” She smiled understanding and reached up to
knock on the door that would take them to Alucard. There was no answer and she
felt her blood run cold, what had Dracula done to him? She reached out and
opened the door despite not being called inside, Richter grabbed her wrist but
she glared at him.
“He could
be hurt!” she snapped and Richter blushed before letting go of her and
following the petite woman into the room.
The librarian
had not lied, Alucard did not have a room he had rooms, the first was small but
well lit, candelabras scattered about the room made sure of that, the décor was
rich but not to the point of discomfort, and it was empty of people, a few
chairs and a table, and a painting of a place Maria did not recognise were all
that was housed here. They continued on into a larger room that held a large
sofa built for five people or more and comfortable chairs, a lavish rug covered
the floor and Maria noticed that despite being lavish it was torn in places as
if something with sharp claws had walked across it. A fire place was the focal
point of the room and another large painting above it; this one of a family,
Maria recognised the vampire king and a younger Alucard but not the woman who
sat with them. There was also a table surrounded by chairs across the other
side of the room, the table clearly designed for games of one sort or another.
There were three doors in this room also, one leading back where they had come
the other two were unknown.
Richter
opened one and saw an empty bedroom, dark and cold but like the rest of the
area richly decorated. Maria opened the other to find another bedroom this one
occupied and well lit and decorated like the rest of the rooms, on the bed
wrapped in a thick fur blanket sat Alucard.
“Richter.”
She called as she walked in; Alucard glanced at her before looking away
sharply.
“My Lady.”
He spoke, his voice quiet and rough as if he’d been shouting. Maria frowned and
sat on the bed only to have the dunpeal shift away from her slightly.
“Alucard.”
Richter breathed a sigh of relief as he entered seeing the dunpeal looking
unharmed if a little ruffled. Alucard kept his eyes down on the blanket in
front of him as if it were the most interesting thing in the universe. There
was an awkward silence for a few moments before Alucard broke it.
“You must have
questions.” He stated quietly, Maria felt her stomach turn, something was very wrong
with the dunpeal.
“Did he .
. .” Maria struggled “did he hurt you?” she asked eventually not knowing how to
phrase the question she really wanted to ask.
“He
doesn’t hurt me.” Alucard answered quietly, still refusing to look at either of
them,
“Then why
do you look so wretched?” Richter snapped, he’d never
been tactful in all his years of life. Alucard however did not seem insulted
but rather he gave a weak laugh, a soft desperate sound.
“He
doesn’t hurt me, but he brings it out of me,” he stopped and seemed to be
thinking weather or not he should continue “the bloodlust.” He finished almost
silently, Maria reached out to touch him but stopped when he flinched away from
her, she gasped sharply but not at his movement, she had caught a glimpse of
his eyes and suddenly knew why he wasn’t looking at either of them. His eyes
were blood red, the eyes of a true vampire and they glowed faintly with the
rush of bloodlust.
“Most of
the time I can keep it locked up inside but he wrenches it out of me and I . .
.” the dunpeal spoke fast as if the words burned inside of him before he trailed
off, swallowing loudly. Maria nodded, the dunpeal did look healthier than she
had ever seen him look before, granted her meetings with him before had been
brief and usually at the end of some battle. She opened her mouth to say how relieved
she was that he had not been hurt but Richter cut her off.
“When we
came in to the place your father lay . . .” the
“He was
feeding me Richter,” the dunpeal said sounding disgusted with himself, he shook
himself sharply and looked back at the blanket, his whole form trembling.
“Yes
well.” Richter spoke stronger now “it didn’t . . . I mean did it, well, effect
you.” Alucard frowned at the mortal, of course it had affected him, it had brought something out of him that he had been keeping
buried for years. He had worked so hard to keep it inside and his father had
just reached out to touch him and it had all been brought flying back out
again. He was disgusted with himself, he was the lowest
kind of creature.
It was not
the fact he had drunk the blood, he had to drink blood to survive, even when he
had been with Trevor he had hunted animals for their blood, he had even taken
from the
“What I
meant was,” Richter’s words snapped him back to reality “you were not changed?”
Alucard shook his head
“No
Richter, I was not changed.” The hunter’s expression clearly wished the dunpeal
to elaborate “for my father to force a change in me the blood would have to
move between the two of us more than once and in a very short period of time.”
He snorted “my heritage has protected me against some things,” again he
swallowed as if his throat was dry “although the subject of my . . . nature has
come up more than once, he has never pushed it.”
“Why did
you do that?” Maria asked, her eyes filled with pity
and guilt, “why did you give yourself up to him?”
“We need
you to survive.” Alucard spoke plainly “and from the looks of it you were not
going to.” The dunpeal felt himself becoming yet more
tired and lay down stretching under the fur blanket his father had placed
around him.
“What did
he want from you?” Maria asked, trying to ignore the now obvious bite mark on
Alucard’s throat.
“He wanted
my submission, my loyalty and my love.” Alucard answered, he felt a soft hand
on his hair and did not flinch away although it took an effort on his part not
to, he sighed “we need to get you out of here.” He breathed
“We’ll
find away to get us all out.” Maria said firmly, Alucard smiled but it was
wretched
“No my
lady we wont.” At Maria’s silence he elaborated “My father will have what he
wants from me.” Alucard spoke simply “because there is a large part of me that
wants to give it to him.” Richter’s eyes went wide and Maria’s hand stilled in
his hair “I am a tainted creature, one ruled by his lusts and I cannot keep
myself from this, this is why I am damned,”
“Alucard,”
Richter spoke, he opened his mouth to continue, to say to the dunpeal what
Maria had said to him a short time ago but he stopped at the look on Alucard’s
face.
It was
then Richter knew that he himself was not damned for although he had revelled
in his darkness when he had been made to, he had no desire to return to it, in fact it terrified him. But the dunpeal lying before him
wanted to go into that darkness, he knew it was wrong and still he wanted to
go. Richter stopped himself from shivering and tried to think calmly, Alucard
was clearly at war with himself, he was fighting for them, he could not be
damned completely, Trevor had saved him before, Richter nodded to himself, he
would save this wretched creature, he would pull it from the darkness it longed
for but feared at the same time. He would save him, even if he didn’t want to
be saved. Alucard took a shaky breathed and Richter looked at him.
“You have
a plan.” The
“Its very
simple,” he said quietly “I just have to give my father what he wants. I can
keep you safe here until then but . . . but afterwards I am not so sure.”
“So what
do we do?” Maria asked
“We need
to get you out of here before I give in to him and to myself.” The Dunpeal
hissed and Richter felt all the hairs on his body stand to attention at the
sound.
End chapter
Authoress note: Woo! Finally the first chapter is
done!
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