Vampire/Halloween song of the day: Blood – In this Moment
Vampire/Halloween Instrumental of the Day: Louis's Revenge – Interview with A Vampire Soundtrack
Happy HALLOWEEN everyone~
I wondered what I could do for all of you for Halloween? What better way to celebrate it than with my favorite video game series… ~~~~~CASTELVANIA~~~~~
~So sit back, relax, and enjoy the ride. I'm celebrating Halloween with a new twist for me~
~There will be a series of one shots & short stories in these~
~All pairings included~
~That means (yes) incest, multi-charas together, OC chara shipping, second generation chara shipping, cross overs~ ANYTHING YOU WANT you can find it here~
~I hope you enjoy this series, cause this is going out to you guys~
~ Not only in celebration of Halloween but of our two year anniversary on this account - ^_^ ENJOY~
~~~ I do not own anything of Castlevania, I only own my own OC charas ~~~
On the first day of Halloween what was given to me?
A child that I lost, but is dear to me…
The dark haired male jumped down from his place, eyes wine-red and gleaming like blood in a great boiling bat. The white haired vampire-warrior jumped down beside his maker. "Father?"
The vampire lord came forward, surveying the scene.
When Alucard didn't get a response he prompted again, using his other name. The more formal one he went by these days, "Dracula?"
Dracula leaned down, still not responding quite yet. His hands brushed along the burned dust of the wall. Debree shifted as he moved towards it a little more closely. A lot of bodies lay behind it, all scattered and ripped open…all in a pretty little row. It went so far, the bodies went around the turn at the end of the hallway. The dark red carpet wasn't the only thing stained. The walls were too, and the concrete around it.
Red eyes surged up when he heard movement. It was nothing more than a leaf rustling in the wind. He looked down again. His eyes spotted some kind of powdery substance on the bricks. He leaned down, reaching out his fingers in order to pick some of it up. It settled on the black tips of his index and middle finger. He splayed it out with his thumb, spreading it around before he dropped it.
There was only one thing that Dracula could think of…that could do a similar thing to the markings on these remains.
Chaos Claws.
Fire.
He stood up abruptly, turning towards Alucard who was still waiting with an expectant expression. Dracula looked at him with a grave expression. (No pun intended)
He turned his head around, and gestured for him to follow.
Silence fell as they began walking; the only sound heard the sound of their feet on the pavement.
They made it to a place on the boarder between the sciences district and downtown. A small dark alley way unveiled a scene where two paladins were running their hands along a particular wall. By the time they made it there, rain was shifting down onto the ground. Small puddles had filled dark crevices in the cracked pavement.
A garbage can was out of the way, but Alucard and Dracula weren't really paying much attention to it at the time.
The paladin's turned and saw them. Immediately the vampires braced for attack, and were engaged.
Dracula punched the paladin that flew towards him with his Chaos Claws, and the guy punched downwards. It was an attempt to hit him in mid air, but no avail. Dracula was more aerodynamic than most creatures, so it was only a quick flash of his black demon wings and he was boosted out of the way. The paladin was quick to respond, punching again.
Dracula dodged left, landing on the ground with a surge of red and black. The paladin leaned back and summoned a great surge of energy, giving Dracula time to retreat before the blast was sent towards him. The prince of shadows miscalculated the distance, and ended up getting grazed…good and sharp. He flew back in a spiral, but recovered with a bounce on his palms. Landing on his feet he took off running back at the paladin, only to be struck in a retaliation attempt.
Meanwhile, Alucard was having just as much fun with the other paladin. It was as if these guys were predicting their attacks, and were ready to strike before the vampires could predict they would.
Flashes of red flew in different directions. Alucard flung himself up in the air, lashing out sharply with his great spiked sword. The momentum he used to bring his sword down caused the paladin to stumble back and shake his head. Alucard realized quickly that the paladin's had changed their armor, "FATHER-go for the head!" He called backwards as he lunged at his target.
Dracula heard his son, taking it to heart as he did something he hadn't done for a while. Rushing out of range, he jumped up onto the wall and flung off the dark clay. He summoned his Void Sword, dispelling the Claws of Chaos at the same time, and directed a sweeping blow towards the stupid bastard's head. He drove it deep in him.
A great palm came up and tried to knock him off, but Dracula only twisted around so he pulled out some of his armor. It left him mildly exposed to direct hits in that area…
Dracula pushed his palm, fast, through the hole, pulling out the paladin's heart and clenching it into his fangs just as the golden clad warrior fell. A great landing caused Dracula to jump off and whip his lips clean.
Just as the vampire lord turned to help his son, two more vampires swooped off the roofs. Coming down to Alucard's aid, for an unknown reason, they swarmed the holy knight.
Dracula became fascinated by the unexpected sight so, on a last minute decision, he decided to sit back and observe. The paladin was no match for three vampires on his own, let alone Dracula's creation.
He went down in hardly any time.
Dracula watched the vampires with peaked interest. Outside of battle, he recognized that one was a male…the other a female. They looked similar, but not the same. Obviously they had some previous blood relation even before they were turned. Secretly, although he wasn't surprised, Dracula prided himself on that apt deduction.
Although they were both clad in dark red and black clothing, the female had a more revealing outfit. She was clad in scandalous clothing, while the other was more modest. They say, what a vampire wears is reflecting of their personality. It is mostly because most vampires wear clothing directly from their blood.
The female squealed upon sight of Dracula, making the olden lord's eyes widen in surprise.
The male clamped his hand down on the other's mouth. "Sorry. She's shocked. Out of blood." The older glared at his sister. "Mi-lord…with utmost respect, dracul..." He bowed, pulling his sister with him.
Alucard busied himself with the task of figuring out what the Paladins were so interested in about the particular wall.
"Who are you, you are not of my kin." Dracula hissed, not having much time or – for that matter – patience to deal with two unblooded vampires.
"Ah-my name is Michael…this is my sister Maurice." The male introduced his shaking, wide-eyed, sister. Michael silently face palmed at his sister, who looked like a fan girl chasing after some wildly 'chick-flicky' male.
Many things didn't disturb Dracula, but the vampiress was beginning to freak him out mildly. "That was not what I asked. What house are you of?" He snapped.
Michael hesitated. He felt insignificant…
I mean who really wants to explain to Dracula (the greatest, most powerful, legendary vampire of his age) that you were an Unblooded vampire. Unblooded meant that no maker had claimed the vampire in creation. Often, the Unblooded creatures of the night were claimed as filthy animals, "…" It had been two centuries since their been creation. They could transform unto their human form, and that's all they could claim for themselves.
"You are testing my patience." The Prince of Shadows narrowed his eyes.
"Father-" Alucard's distraction was like a bell to Dracula. He turned his back on the dishonored vampires.
Michael sighed with relief and let his sister go, "Now you're not going to faint are you?" He chided her as Dracula studied the mechanism on the ground.
"It's recently been activated lately." Dracula said, looking at Alucard.
Alucard nodded, "As I suspected." He turned towards it.
Dracula ripped open his wrist and held it, curled, over the mechanism itself. His blood ran down and swirled into the mechanism before there was a great, loud click. Eyes swirled up the great glow that began illuminating the lines of cement.
The wall faded away, revealing an ancient passage way.
Dracula and Alucard went ahead and walked in.
Although Michael was reluctant, he followed after the Vampire lord. He felt as though he would probably be better off staying with the Prince of Shadow and the Princlet of Darkness versus the Daemons and Paladins outside.
And for good reason…
Michael swallowed audibly and granted himself the room to plead the fifth.
Alucard and Dracula seemed unphased.
Michael and Maurice, in the past few centuries, hadn't run into any serious danger…
Not like this, at least.
"I can smell your fear from here, it's disgusting." Dracula growled from before them.
Maurice didn't seem scared at all. It was only Michael…
Mike resisted the urge to swallow.
The place opened up into a small clearing, wherein, another vampire was curled up into a ball on top of a large pile of bones.
"It is him…can you smell it, father?" Alucard came forward, but not as fast as Dracula.
Dracula's arms reached down and pulled up the small body of his child. His palms shook over the small boy. It was…his childling…Silas.
The stench of the brotherhood was on him, and the child had scars along his face, arms, and back. He could tell this through the ripped clothing…for it didn't take scent glands to recognize the wounds…even if they didn't smell appetizing.
Dracula's eyes softened, if only for a split moment, and then hardened again as he looked up at the other vampires. He knew he had to get Silas out of here. Wrapping his arms tightly around his birthed child, he exchanged a glance with Alucard.
Silence passed for only two heartbeats before they began back home.
The vampires, on the other side of the looking glass, walked behind them until the two disappeared into smoke.
Michael and Maurie settled into silence. They gave each other a "what did you expect" look.
Dracula and Alucard re-appeared somewhere in the midst of their throne room.
Dracula was on a terror though; he wanted to get the precious boy up to his old room. That bedroom hadn't been changed…
Ever since it was built it hadn't been changed.
"My boy…" He laid him out on the bed fit for only his child. Alucard had a larger, but similar room. He wouldn't give his to sons anything less than perfect.
The vampire ran his claws softly down the boy's hair. He hadn't awoken this entire time…he must be so tired…
His precious bloodling…
How could he ever let him slip past his fingers that day…ten years ago…
"Father-" The boy screamed, arms out wide as he struggled against the paladin.
"NO!" He ran and jumped after the boy, flight powers kicking in with those great black wings of his.
But at no avail, another paladin came crashing down upon him before he could react.
He fought him off, rushing after the one carrying his child. Yet he lost him upon the horizon.
Alucard's body rustled the sheets when he sat down, and Dracula came awake suddenly. He'd been asleep next to the child. Dracula never slept…
He'd never felt the need to, and so he didn't. "Father-"
"Son?"
"They will come for him."
"Yes, they will. But we will protect him this time…this time…we will not allow him to slip from our grasp."
Just a short family angst/comfort story I thought of. I hope you enjoyed this one…
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