Pets

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

Setting: before SOTN

Authoress note: tiny drabble about how Alucard got a familure.

Italics = thoughts and flashbacks

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Chapter Two

Dracula was confused.

It was rare that the lord of darkness was confused, but it did occasionally happen. He had begun to notice it was happening lot more regularly around his son. It was Adrian who was once again the cause of his confusion. He had given Adrian a pet, it had seemed like a good idea, the boy was clearly lonely, missing his mother and Dracula was aware that he was perhaps not the most sympathetic creature, far to absorbed in his own pain. So he had given his half blood son a pet. A bat to be precise, a very young bat. The tiny creature could hardly fly, only really capable of making large gliding jumps.

He had expected Adrian . . . well he hadn’t truly known what to expect. But he still found himself surprised when his child doted on the tiny creature. He was watching them now, from across the fountain, Adrian hadn’t noticed him yet, to absorbed in his pet. He was holding the tiny bat up to the wind, letting the creature get a feel for the wind in its wings. Every now and then the wind would become to strong and the bat would be blown off Adrian’s hands but his son always managed to catch the creature before it struck to stone ground. The lord of darkness found himself amused by how attentive his son was to the tiny, pointless creature.

He watched further amazed as the bat let out sharp squeaks that mortals had difficulty hearing, however Adrian clearly could, for he watched the creature for a few moments before nipping his own fingertip and offering it to the creature. Dracula frowned, his child was behaving like he was the creatures mother, doting on it, feeding it, trying to teach it. Briefly Dracula found himself wondering what made his son behave as such, he was clearly not female and so was not broody. The thought made the older vampire smile, wondering what Adrian would be like when he became old enough to breed.

Perhaps it was the mortal softness in the dunpeal that made him dote so on the creature. But that was wrong also, for mortals were anything but soft, Dracula snarled to himself remembering the smell of burning flesh and wood smoke, one slow soft cry as she died, followed by a child’s cry as he was struck time and time again, almost to the point of death even for a dunpeal. No mortals were not soft. They were cruel, even more so than the monsters that hunted the land, at least the monsters did not beat children half to death. The snarl he let lose was clearly quiet loud as his child spun to face him and ignoring the sharp sound, pushed the bat into his platinum hair where it seemed to enjoy to cling. Then running to his father, not frightened in the slightest by the angry disposition of the older vampire.

Clambering into the older vampires lap the small dunpeal began reciting everything he had done that day, from waking up to feeding his pet. Dracula couldn’t help but smile a little at his child’s enthusiasm for everything he did, his open honesty and his love for everything he beheld. The vampire Lord summarised that his child was simply a loveable creature, it was nothing to do with his blood, but simply his nature. It was such a shame that such tragedy had befallen them, and no doubt age would warp Adrian’s placid nature, twisting him as it had his father.

Once again the older vampire found himself contemplating his child’s blood nature. Adrian was a half blood, the result of a vampire and a humans love. It was a weakness but it could also be a strength, he had vowed to himself to wait and see how his child grew before he made any serious attempt to turn him fully. The child after all was all there was that was truly left of Lisa. He did not really want to destroy that, but if it should prove necessary.

“…and she’s getting better at flying now!” Adrian was still talking animatedly “one day soon I’m sure she’ll make it all the way around the fountain!”

“Is that so?” Dracula smirked at his child, it was so strange to look at something of his and see innocence. No he would not warp his child unless it was absolutely necessary. “well I’m sure you’ll both be able to fly one day.” He stood lifting his child with him, hoisting the youth so he sat on his hip, his arms and legs around his father.

“Mother used to tell me you flew.” Adrian yawned suddenly; something about being carried always made the youth fall to sleep. “I want to too.”

“You will,” Dracula sighed as he moved them back into the castle.

End ficlet

Authoress note: This was such a pointless chapter. It just sort of splurged out. Sorry lol.

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