A/N:" This is my first fic. Let me know what ya'll think, k? I'm a big Fan
of Harry Potter and Castlevania so let me know. I'm trying to be true to
both series. Please Read n' Review."
It was a beautiful summer night in early August. The light of the full moon reflect off the windows of the ancient castle. The figures in the stained glass were dancing on the beams of lunar platforms the noises of the crickets created an orchestra to accompany their dance. The castle was surrounded by a dense forest. The only clearing was a rock around which the trees had been cut away. On that rock he stood, the only words that escaped his lips were "Courage stay with me." He looked towards the castle, his right hand resting on the handle of his pistol that hung at from belt and was strapped to his right thigh. His left hand was in the pocket of his long black coat worn over his breast plate.
He stood there for a second in complete silence. His dark eyes never leaving the keep of the castle. He knew this would not be the hardest battle he would ever have to fight but it was his first; his first real hunt as a Vampire Hunter. He took his hand from his gun and held a small silver cross that hung from a chain around his neck. The cross was of Celtic design and unique to his lineage. One was word written across the shimmering metal; the name Belmont.
The figure crouched down on the rock; bringing his gloved hands down adjacent to his boots. He tilted his head forward and sprung off the boulder; his coat flailing in the wind. Almost instantly he was surrounded by the spirits of travelers that had perished traversing the path to the castle. He looked on with a feeling of sympathy; the only warmth to be seen on his stone cold face.
He took a second to regain his composure before he continued towards the castle. He walked with a steady pace, but moved almost silently through the sea of green. The only noise came from his whip, the silver coated tip colliding with the metal plates that overlapped to form his greaves. That is when he heard it; the howling of a werewolf. It could be heard for miles; unlike a normal wolf the noise was much deeper and much louder. He stopped dead in his tracks and reached across his body to the revolver that was resting under his whip at his belt. He removed it and opened the chambers to be sure it was loaded. Then he began to run; he ran with an unnatural speed that suggested he wasn't human, which he wasn't. Jason's mother's father was a vampire as was is father's mother, which meant that he himself carried the blood of those that he was born to destroy.
He continued to run until he heard the steps of the creature beside him; a second later it was in his path. He stopped and dove at the ground as the creature lunged for his throat. He hit the ground and rolled, and still on his side fired upon the beast killing it in one shot. He got to his feet and holstered his revolver. With his left hand he brushed his dark shoulder length hair behind his ear; revealing a single silver hoop through his earlobe and a silver ear cuff.
He looked up once again to see where the castle lay, and where his blind running had led him. He was shocked to see it right in front of him. As he approached the door a skeleton arose out of the ground holding a pole ax. It stared at Jason before closing in. Jason raised his right hand to the hilt of his sword that lay just above his shoulder blade, and drew his weapon.
The skeleton swung down; his ax blade striking Jason's left shoulder and cracking against his armor. He grabbed the shaft of the ax and pulled the skeleton towards him swinging his sword at the same time. The blade of the sword cut the skeleton in half at the waist and the torso fell to the ground struggling to hit him. He looked down at the crippled formation of reanimated bones, and brought his sword down on the skull turning it to dust.
Re-sheathing his sword and adjusting his baldric; Jason continued to walk towards the door of the castle, and pushed it open. The inside of the castle wasn't very well lit; only a few of the candelabras actually had candles at all. He encountered no opposition through the castle and found the keep quite easily.
He opened the heavy wooden door and stepped through. The room had a roaring fire and was very well furnished; unlike the rest of the castle which looked as though it was abandoned. There in the center of the room was the casket a dark mahogany with silver handles. Jason slowly approached the casket and opened the lid.
There he was the lord of the castle still sleeping in the middle of the night. He was remarkably young looking; not much older than the adolescent hunter that stood over him. He had black hair neatly pulled back to reveal his pale complexion; his arms were folded over his chest and were rising and falling steadily with his breathing.
"This will be easier than I thought." Jason said to himself as he re-closed the lid.
"Not that I expected a walk in the park, but at least a challenge." He added as he took a brush and a container of reddish gel from one of his belt pouches.
He then spread a generous amount of the gel onto the lid and sides of the casket before lighting the brush and putting it in with the vampire. Being very careful not to touch the gel he put the lighter back in his coat pocket and the red gel container in the opposite pocket. An ear piercing scream could be heard coming from the coffin as the lid flew open and the creature jumped out; his shirt and jacket ablaze. As he landed he tried to pat the fire out; the taking a vase of flowers off the table poured the water over his head causing the fire to spread to his pants and boots.
"What is this fire?" It screamed in pure agony. Jason looked at him with a smirk before speaking.
"It is napalm. The military uses it as a weapon. No matter what you do it will continue to burn, and it will only stop when it has consumed all of its fuel."
Jason then crossed the room to a chair as the creature rolled on the stone floor trying to extinguish the flames. The fire kept burning until there was only a pile of dust where the creature once was. Getting up from his seat Jason pulled a bag of green powder from his outside coat pocket and approached the hearth; the coffin still burning behind him. He threw a small amount of the green powder into the fire causing the flames to become a brilliant emerald.
"The Belmont Estate" Was all he said before stepping into the flames and disappearing.
It was a beautiful summer night in early August. The light of the full moon reflect off the windows of the ancient castle. The figures in the stained glass were dancing on the beams of lunar platforms the noises of the crickets created an orchestra to accompany their dance. The castle was surrounded by a dense forest. The only clearing was a rock around which the trees had been cut away. On that rock he stood, the only words that escaped his lips were "Courage stay with me." He looked towards the castle, his right hand resting on the handle of his pistol that hung at from belt and was strapped to his right thigh. His left hand was in the pocket of his long black coat worn over his breast plate.
He stood there for a second in complete silence. His dark eyes never leaving the keep of the castle. He knew this would not be the hardest battle he would ever have to fight but it was his first; his first real hunt as a Vampire Hunter. He took his hand from his gun and held a small silver cross that hung from a chain around his neck. The cross was of Celtic design and unique to his lineage. One was word written across the shimmering metal; the name Belmont.
The figure crouched down on the rock; bringing his gloved hands down adjacent to his boots. He tilted his head forward and sprung off the boulder; his coat flailing in the wind. Almost instantly he was surrounded by the spirits of travelers that had perished traversing the path to the castle. He looked on with a feeling of sympathy; the only warmth to be seen on his stone cold face.
He took a second to regain his composure before he continued towards the castle. He walked with a steady pace, but moved almost silently through the sea of green. The only noise came from his whip, the silver coated tip colliding with the metal plates that overlapped to form his greaves. That is when he heard it; the howling of a werewolf. It could be heard for miles; unlike a normal wolf the noise was much deeper and much louder. He stopped dead in his tracks and reached across his body to the revolver that was resting under his whip at his belt. He removed it and opened the chambers to be sure it was loaded. Then he began to run; he ran with an unnatural speed that suggested he wasn't human, which he wasn't. Jason's mother's father was a vampire as was is father's mother, which meant that he himself carried the blood of those that he was born to destroy.
He continued to run until he heard the steps of the creature beside him; a second later it was in his path. He stopped and dove at the ground as the creature lunged for his throat. He hit the ground and rolled, and still on his side fired upon the beast killing it in one shot. He got to his feet and holstered his revolver. With his left hand he brushed his dark shoulder length hair behind his ear; revealing a single silver hoop through his earlobe and a silver ear cuff.
He looked up once again to see where the castle lay, and where his blind running had led him. He was shocked to see it right in front of him. As he approached the door a skeleton arose out of the ground holding a pole ax. It stared at Jason before closing in. Jason raised his right hand to the hilt of his sword that lay just above his shoulder blade, and drew his weapon.
The skeleton swung down; his ax blade striking Jason's left shoulder and cracking against his armor. He grabbed the shaft of the ax and pulled the skeleton towards him swinging his sword at the same time. The blade of the sword cut the skeleton in half at the waist and the torso fell to the ground struggling to hit him. He looked down at the crippled formation of reanimated bones, and brought his sword down on the skull turning it to dust.
Re-sheathing his sword and adjusting his baldric; Jason continued to walk towards the door of the castle, and pushed it open. The inside of the castle wasn't very well lit; only a few of the candelabras actually had candles at all. He encountered no opposition through the castle and found the keep quite easily.
He opened the heavy wooden door and stepped through. The room had a roaring fire and was very well furnished; unlike the rest of the castle which looked as though it was abandoned. There in the center of the room was the casket a dark mahogany with silver handles. Jason slowly approached the casket and opened the lid.
There he was the lord of the castle still sleeping in the middle of the night. He was remarkably young looking; not much older than the adolescent hunter that stood over him. He had black hair neatly pulled back to reveal his pale complexion; his arms were folded over his chest and were rising and falling steadily with his breathing.
"This will be easier than I thought." Jason said to himself as he re-closed the lid.
"Not that I expected a walk in the park, but at least a challenge." He added as he took a brush and a container of reddish gel from one of his belt pouches.
He then spread a generous amount of the gel onto the lid and sides of the casket before lighting the brush and putting it in with the vampire. Being very careful not to touch the gel he put the lighter back in his coat pocket and the red gel container in the opposite pocket. An ear piercing scream could be heard coming from the coffin as the lid flew open and the creature jumped out; his shirt and jacket ablaze. As he landed he tried to pat the fire out; the taking a vase of flowers off the table poured the water over his head causing the fire to spread to his pants and boots.
"What is this fire?" It screamed in pure agony. Jason looked at him with a smirk before speaking.
"It is napalm. The military uses it as a weapon. No matter what you do it will continue to burn, and it will only stop when it has consumed all of its fuel."
Jason then crossed the room to a chair as the creature rolled on the stone floor trying to extinguish the flames. The fire kept burning until there was only a pile of dust where the creature once was. Getting up from his seat Jason pulled a bag of green powder from his outside coat pocket and approached the hearth; the coffin still burning behind him. He threw a small amount of the green powder into the fire causing the flames to become a brilliant emerald.
"The Belmont Estate" Was all he said before stepping into the flames and disappearing.