Alone

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.

Rating: PG-13

Part: one of one

Authoress note: Boredom does strange things to my mind

Italics = thoughts and flashbacks

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He was alone now.

Alone in a cold room, dimly lit with nothing but his own grief for company. Castlevania was deserted at the moment, or at least it seemed to be. A normal human would have been delighted with that fact but not Adrian, right now Adrian felt he would die if he was left alone much longer, in this dank dreadful place. Although he had not always viewed it to be so. He had visited the castle before, many times with his mother. It had been a warm place then filled with interesting creatures that had filled him with wonder. So many different people to speak with and all were kind to him, unlike the mortal men and women in the village who only had harsh words and discreet kicks. All in the castle had soft words for him, telling him how much he had grown, how beautiful he was becoming, and how he would make a fine prince one day. It was a far more pleasant place than the village.

The village, where men and women would shout at him and his mother, they would sometimes be brave enough to throw things but for some reason or another that had stopped after the first few times. Now the villagers simply acted afraid and lashed out occasionally. Despite the fact that Adrian knew his mother was a healer, she had once told him that the men and women of the village feared her isolation, they feared his father and her conspiring with him. But Adrian had never understood, not really. He had never understood how people could fear those who helped them, how could adults who were so much bigger and stronger than he fear him when he was so small. And he had never understood how dangerous that fear could be until this night when his mother had woken him, bid him hide. She had pushed him into the cellar but as she shut the door there was a loud sound and panicking Adrian opened the door to see what had happened and was grabbed by his hair. The men from the village had come and now they didn’t seem afraid now they were truly dangerous. Adrian could hear his mother’s screams over their shouts, heard her crying his name.

He had smelt the smoke before he had seen anything; it burnt his eyes and stung his nose. Then he had watched as his mother was swallowed by the flames. Panic and fear had made him react, he had cried out; twisted and struggled, even hurt one of the men. They had reacted with violence when they saw one of their comrades fall and Adrian had not known anything once the blows had started, except that this was likely to be his death.

But it was not to be so; he was plucked from death at the last moment by his father’s cold hands. He had been rescued, saved by the ones who blood he shared. But his father was gone now. He had left his child alone, safe but alone. Adrian’s wounds still pained him but not as much as his fear of being alone. His father was not unpleasant but at the same time it was clear now that his mother was gone he had no idea what to do with the child left behind. The vampire was dealing with his own rage and grief, he was not ignoring his child in a malicious way it had simply never occurred to him that the boy was suffering just as much as he. One day in the future he would remember his son and start to try and understand the boy but it was not this night, this night when a young Adrian truly needed him.

Now he was alone.

And felt he would be forever.

End ficlet

Authoress note: short, sweet, pointless.

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