Angel and Innocence

Disclaimer: Castlevania belongs to konami not me William Blake belongs to . . . well who ever has the publishing rights. 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: Symphony of the night references, possible spoilers.

Rating: PG-13

Part: one of one

Authoress note: Part of my William Blake series that I’ve been scribbling for those who made my site counter reach seven hundred hits. Also note I think Blake came after this game is set but what the hell, its fictional not real life.

Italics = thoughts and flashbacks

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Alucard peered out the dirt encrusted and cracked window of his mothers old cottage. He stared continuously at nothing, grey eyes going beyond the trees, beyond the villages, beyond everything. The castle had fallen but three weeks ago and since then Alucard had done nothing but sit and stare, occasionally forcing himself to move when his half unwanted guest would arrive.

Richter seemed to have taken it upon himself to ‘include’ the dampire in his life as much as possible, despite the feeble protests the half blood would put up. Richter would come every evening to the cottage, sit with the dampire and ramble endlessly about what he had been doing that day, then he would ask questions, offer food, offer a place to stay surrounded by people.

Every night Alucard would decline.

A bitter sweet smile crossed the half bloods lips briefly, Richter reminded him of someone else, someone who he had . . . loved? He wasn’t sure really but love seemed the right word.

His angel.

His angle had been with him when he had lived in the castle, always smiling at him. His angle had dubbed him innocent, that had been what drew the angel to him in the first place, or so it said. It would explain that while everything else in the godforsaken place had a darkness to them, a knowledge of evil, Alucard had lacked that.

Alucard was never sure how his father had managed to capture an angel of if the creature really was a true angel or was it one of the fallen. He didn’t really care, it was beautiful and it had called him love.

Movement outside caught his eye, brought his vision back from nothing and focused it on a dark patch of the forest, he waited again for the movement having far more patience than any other creature could have he waited.

After a moment a rabbit bolted from under his gaze.

He sighed and leaned back in the old chair, his thoughts strayed back; back to when he’d first felt pity for the human victims he had taken, when Trevor had shown him what it was he was really doing, Trevor had given him the knowledge the angle admired him for not having.

Taken his innocence and given him understanding.

The vampire hunter had taken him and shown him not the anger of man which he was so very familure with already but the love and the suffering of man. The fact that men could love had not surprised him, for he had witnessed his father, a daemon proclaiming to love, he believed the vampire when he said he loved him.

Yet somehow seeing the humans in the light had changed his perception of them, no longer were they a screaming faceless mob but they were individuals with hope, dreams and the ability to love and he had been murdering them.

It was then the guilt had hit him. He was a daemon, a foul creature of hell hidden behind a fair humane face. He was evil, yet his angel did not stray.

“I wept both day and night and he wiped my tears away” Alucard whispered to the forest outside remembering the nights his angel had comforted him, held him close when he had wept with his guilt.

Alucard winced suddenly as he caught the scent of human, automatically tilting his head slightly, moving his nose to the wind seeping in through the cracked window, so as to strengthen the faint aroma. Richter, Richter was coming here, again. He sighed and swallowed loudly.

The fact that the human would not leave him be made the dampire uncomfortable yet part of him was glad of the humans company even if it did stir in him a desire he would really rather ignore. The lust for blood was an unquenchable thirst, one that disgusted Alucard, yet it was not disgust at the act itself it was disgust at himself, deep down he wanted the blood, knew how much it would thrill him just for a taste.

“I wept both day and night and hid from him my hearts delight” Alucard rose from the chair and walked over to the table, lighting the candles he’d forgotten to light this evening, knowing the human would need the light.

he had always wanted blood, even when he had seen what the humans were truly like, when he had witnessed the suffering through the villages and felt the love and companionship that the mortals had to offer even to a daemon like himself, yet he had pushed them away, fought them, even hurt them all to keep them safe from himself.

The angel had watched him change from the blissfully naïve and innocent child of darkness he once was, folded safely under his father’s black wing, to the wretched and tragic monster he had become and the angle flew.

“So he took his wings and fled” Alucard sighed pressing his cold skin against the colder glass window “then the morn blushed rosy red”

the angel had promised him in the beginning that he would stay with him, stay forever. It had lied to him. Yet it surprised him that it was not his bloodlust, his love of tearing things apart or his want to kill it was his self denial that had driven the creature away. It was his self hatred. When he had lost his ‘innocence’ the creature had no longer wanted him.

The creatures definition of innocence was different to his own. His definition was that innocence meant no evil but the angle had said innocence was when you were unashamed of yourself.

After it had left he had argued night after night with his father over the value of human life, the worth of the soul and he became afraid, not of the harshly sharpened words that would occur in the arguments, even the feel of his fathers majik armed against him wasn’t what he feared. No he feared the calm complacency that his father had always dismissed the human worth, he feared becoming that.

And he had fought with the humans against his father, against his own fear.

“I dried my tears and armed my fear, with ten thousand swords and shields” he mumbled as he drew away from the table and the candles when he heard a knock at the door, he said nothing and merely sat down on a different, more solid chair.

Richter entered the modest cottage and sat down, smiling at the dampire s if seeing the half blood was the highlight of his day.

“I brought wine” the human was exceptionally cheerful this night, Alucard nodded, no matter how hard he tried the human’s happiness was infectious.

“I don’t have glasses” Alucard answered, Richter raised his eyebrows in shock

“Wow I’ve only just got here and you’re talking already!” the hunter laughed “I think I’m getting to you”

Alucard snorted quietly and dipped his head, it was true he was relaxing around the mortal, he’d stopped calling him ‘human’ all the time and last night he’d even smiled at him when the human had laughed forgetting himself briefly.

“We can just use the bottle” the mortal smiled wider at the Dampier’s expression “I don’t have cooties Alucard”

The conversation drew out long into the night, longer than usual; the wine slowly disappeared mostly through Richter, Alucard only taking sips when the human demanded such. Eventually as it did most nights the conversation turned to Alucard’s home and Richter’s wish for him to leave it.

“The house isn’t near the village Alucard” Richter said quietly “there’s no fear from the villagers, I’m sure your aware that the villagers almost hate me as much as you” he smiled but it was hollow “and its more than large enough to fit the both of us comfortly”

Alucard winced slightly at the look on the human’s face, Annett his wife had died the last fall, giving birth to Richter’s child which Maria and her fiancé now helped him raise. Richter was terribly lonely and often told the half blood of this, sometimes the mortal had been drinking before he arrived, never enough to become completely ‘legless’ but enough to loosen his tongue and occasionally his tears.

Some nights the human had remained in the cottage, slept here till early afternoon. Alucard had panicked the first time he’d woken to the smell of cooking food, but once he’d realised who it was and that there was no danger he realised how long it had been since any kind of nourishment had passed his lips, food or blood.

Richter wasn’t a half bad cook either.

The conversation continued as it always did, Richter describing the ‘luxury’ of his home to the half blood trying to entice the immortal to give in and leave this dank cottage and come with him to his own warm dry home.

“I think. . .” Alucard began; Richter looked ready to argue assuming the immortal would reject his offer as he had been doing for the past three weeks “I will”

“Now Alucard you really . . . you will?” Richter seemed surprised

“Yes mortal . . . Richter, I accept your offer”

Moments later the dampire was slowly slipping around the cottage gathering together the few items he wanted to keep.

“Soon my angel came again, I was armed he came in vain” Alucard spoke to the cottage as he lifted his few belongings “for the time of youth was fled and grey hairs were on my head”

“What was that” Richter asked

“Just a note to an old friend of mine” Alucard finished gathering what was his and turned following the human towards his new home.

The End

Authoress Note: Short, Random and rather pointless but I enjoyed writing it. I hope you enjoyed reading it.

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