Food

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

Setting: After Symphony of the night

Authoress note: The dunpeal son of Dracula watches a mortal Richter cook.

Italics = thoughts and flashbacks

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It smelt awful.

At least that’s what the dunpeal thought. He watched as the mortal in front of him stir in some vegetable they had found growing on the banks of the last river they had passed.

Richter had apparently set traps around the area during the day, while the immortal slept under a pile of coarse cloth. The mortal had returned and slept most of the afternoon away with the immortal but had clearly woken at least half an hour before Alucard, he had apparently caught rabbit in his wires and had set about making some concoction. The immortal had hissed as his senses were assaulted with the most foul smell he had smelt in a good long time. He had nosed his way out of the bundle he was buried under to see Richter bent over a tiny cauldron.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Richter smirked, almost chuckling at the slight blush that came to the half asleep dunpeal’s face. It still surprised him that the dunpeal could blush.

He had been surprised many times by his strange new companion. He had seen Alucard in battle and had been amazed at the skill he seemed to poses, the grace of the vampire, which made him, fast, agile and able to deliver devastating blows with little apparent effort. Yet for some reason out of battle the dunpeal was for want of a better word, clumsy. He tripped on pebbles, snagged his cape on bushes and only slimly avoided falling in one of the small ponds they had come across. Then two nights ago they had hunted stag together and once again the clumsy creature became full of grace and power once again.

Richter had asked the dunpeal about it when they had sat later around a small fire, roasting stag meat. Alucard had blushed again at the question and had been quiet for a few moments before mumbling something about his father’s blood. Richter had summarised that the dunpeal could call on his vampiric heritage when he wished and when he did he became faster, stronger and graceful. But then when he did not call on it he became himself again.

“It’s nothing.” Alucard shook his head, freeing himself from the bundle completely, rising up and stretching while trying to fix his creased clothing. Richter smirked wider when the dunpeal’s eyes came back to the pot e was cooking rabbit.

“Nonsense you look puzzled my friend.” Richter pressed.

“Forgive me I did not mean to seem rude.” Richter laughed at the dunpeal’s words

“It is not rude.” The mortal laughed “but tell me what puzzles you so?” the dunpeal smiled a little and looked back to Richter,

“Why are you determined to destroy it?” he asked “the meat I mean.” Richter raised his eyebrows taken back by the tone to the immortal’s words. He frowned and the immortal elaborated. “I understand mortal’s roast their meat, I think you do this too much but that is merely my opinion, but why are you trying to prevent the meat tasting of anything?” he sighed “you cover it in different plants, you pour fat onto it. If you detest the taste that much why eat it at all?”

“I do not detest the taste of rabbit.” Richter frowned “I am simply making stew rather than eat it on its own.”

“Well it smells dreadful.” The immortal huffed as he yawned displaying somewhat monstrous dentistry. Richter frowned and stabbed a piece of meat and held it out on a fork to the immortal.

“No thank you Richter.” Alucard put his hand up,

“It really smells that awful?” Richter frowned; he thought the make-shift stew smelt quiet pleasant.

“You have roasted the meat dry and you forget I can smell everything in there, including the fat you’ve covered it in.”

“Its gravy Alucard not fat.” Richter rolled his eyes

“You constructed it from fat!” the immortal argued. Richter shook his head and pushed the fork at the dunpeal like a weapon.

“At least try it before you judge me so harshly.” The mortal laughed, the immortal looked as if he would argue further but the air went out of him and he plucked the meat from the fork, testing it with the tip of his tongue before swallowing hard and gulping the fragment down.

Richter couldn’t help but laugh out load at the face the dunpeal pulled.

“Come now my friend, it can’t have been that bad!” he howled as the immortal coughed and drained the canister they used for carrying water. “You ate the stag with me, why now do you cringe away from a rabbit?”

“You did not attempt to drown the stag in fat nor plants, nor did I let you roast it dry.” Alucard explained, swilling the last of the water around his mouth hoping to remove the taste of boiled fats. Richter continued to chuckle as he lifted the pot from the flames.

“I have never heard of a vampire being repulsed by a mortal’s diet, usually it’s the other way around.” He muttered as the dunpeal rose to his feet to stumble towards the pond to refill the canteen.

End fic

Authoress note: just a random drabble I’m afraid.

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