This is a rough draft. I plan on renaming and rewriting most of this. - Stefan may be changed to Cail or Cain and Lilith to Magdalene. I'm trying to use biblical names. Halp. ^-^;;;

"Daddy~!" a small voice reverberated off the stone walls of the dungeon.

The call, however, was unanswered.

"Daddy? Daaaaaaaaaaadddy!" the same small voice called. Followed by a 'humph' at the responding silence. All this meant was that she could go into her brother's room and wake him up to play.

The small girl skipped through the dungeons, her red dress shoes click-clacking on the stone floors.

-o-

As soon as Stefan heard the footsteps in that familiar skip, he groaned. Lilith wanted to play.

He rolled over in his coffin, closing his eyes as tightly as possible as the heavy door that blocked out the world, opened for a mere child.

"Onee-chan?" there was a small tap. Stefan held his breathe. Perhaps, if he ignored her…

"Onee-chan. Onee-chan... Onee-chan! Onee-chan! Ooooooneeeeeeee-chaaaan! Oooneeeee-chaaaan! Onee-chan! Onee-chan!" The girl had gone from tapping the coffin gently, to fully beating her fists on it. Stefan growled and opened the lid to his coffin only slightly, glaring at her through the dark.

"Onee-chan! You're awake!"

Stefan growled deep in his throat, not managing to faze the girl. With a mischievous grin, he tried another tactic. He slid one arm out of the coffin, and Lilith blinked curiously at it.

"Onee-chan?"

Suddenly, Lilith fell to the ground and Stefan's arm retreated inside and he sighed happily. He could sleep.

That is, until the lid of his coffin was thrown open.

"Lilith, let me—" he stopped as he rolled over, gazing at a very angry vampire, "D-Dad…"

His father was a tall man, deep ivory hair falling around his face, not hiding his eyes or the anger in them. It was apparent that he had just woken up, due to him only wearing a pair of pants.

"Stefan, what did you do to your sister?" the elder male snarled.

"I didn't do anything!" Stefan objected, starting to sit up. He looked much like his father, but kept his hair short and partially pulled back. His father barred the coffin with his body, one hand holding the lid up, the other on the edge.

"Oh, really? Care to explain why she's in tears?"

Stefan blanched. He couldn't explain without making himself seem guilty.

"I don't know. She came in here and started banging on my coffin." Stefan admitted, almost surprised his voice didn't shake under his father's rage. Alucard's rage.

"Don't lie to me," his father snarled, then his lips twisted into a sick grin and Stefan knew he was in for it. He felt a tentative brush against his mind's barriers and realized what his father planned.

A stronger blast slammed against Stefan's barrier, and the boy fell back, holding his head as though that would stop the intrusion.

Alucard grinned, knowing he had won and shifted through the memories of his son until he found what he wanted. His mouth fell into a frown and he lifted his daughter, brushing the blood tears from her face, which were starting to drip onto her white sundress and stain red.

"You've got training today," Alucard said, oblivious to the pain he'd caused his son, "Be ready in ten minutes."

Stefan glared after them, still holding his head, and snarled when little Lilith looked over their father's shoulder and grinned at is pain. He was going to murder that girl.

At the thought, another wave of pain flooded his mind. Oh joy. More punishment.

-o-

Alucard waited as patiently as possible at the top of the stairs, smoothing out wrinkles in his black suit as he stood at the entrance to the dungeons. He grinned as Stefan approached. He knew the younger male's head was throbbing in pain.

The boy had fully pulled his hair back, letting his bangs fall over his face to blend in the shadows, which was assisted by the long-sleeved black shirt and black jeans he wore, his steps muffled by his soft-soled shoes.

"What are we doing today, father?" his voice was strained, a low growl in his throat. Alucard responded with a growl of his own, but the younger vampire didn't flinch. This caused Alucard to smirk.

The kid hat guts.

"Hunting. You have five minutes," Alucard said. Stefan blinked.

"Hunting…?"

"You'd better run," Alucard grinned widely, "Tick-tock."

Stefan's heart thudded and he dashed down the hall. No matter how far he ran, he could still hear his father.

"Tick… Tock… Tick… Tock… Tick… Tock…"

"Shut… up…" Stefan snarled in time with his father's count.

-o-

Alucard heard the thought and grinned—that was his cue.

"Well, five minutes have passed somewhere."

With that, he faded into the shadows; his grin lingering after his body had vanished.

-o-

Stefan ran quickly through the dungeons. When he heard 'Daddy's' counting stop, he froze and closed his eyes. When the transformation took too long, the boy snarled and threw himself into the form of mist and drifted—scentless—down to the floor.

A dark portal opened beneath him and he dropped through it, his body going into it's usual form as he landed a floor below. He looked up above him and exhaled before sprinting off down the hall.

-o-

Alucard walked down the same path his son had taken, but his paced seemed as though he was on a leisurely walk through the woods. He even whistled softly as he dropped through the floor.

With his long legs, he was easily gaining ground toward his son.

-o-

When Stefan heard the whistling, he stopped and turned. His father was enjoying this. Enjoying terrifying his own son.

Granted, he enjoyed terrifying anything that moved—save for Lilith—but his own son? He was a mad man.

"I've been called that many a time,," Alucard's thoughts drifted toward him, startling his son into running again.

The boy could have no peace.

"Not in my home."

Stefan heard the whisper and jumped, turning back. Alucard's grin was looming in the darkness. That was when he leapt through the nearest door, a portal opening as his body nearly collided with the door.

Alucard laughed at walked for the door calmly and pulled it open. As he stood in the doorway, a portal opened next to him and he reached in it calmly, grinning as Stefan scurried around the room like a rat looking for an escape.

"You can't get out, boy," Alucard grinned, withdrawing a blade from the portal. Stefan snarled and turned to face his father, before charging.

The elder vampire laughed before slamming the sword against his son's head, laughing as the boy twisted as he fell.

Alucard drew the sword slowly and stood over his son and slammed the sword down into his son, skimming his heart but catching the boy's spine.

-o-

Stefan cried out, squirming as the blade punctured his skin, slipping through the bones in his forearm

"Pathetic," Alucard hissed, grabbing his son's head and pulling him up by his hair, "Get cleaned up."

He released his son and stood, pulling the blade from his body and strolled out.

A quiet laughter filled the room and Stefan snarled.

"Daddy hates you," Lilith laughed.

"Shut up," Stefan got up slowly, cradling his bloody. What a great way to start the evening.