Disclaimer: Not that one of these is actually needed because I'm not making any money on this. But it's here just in case. I own only one character in this entire story, I'm claiming copyright for him. Also, please note I had to take many liberties when writing this, as most of the sotn bosses weren't exactly developed characters. Anyway, read and enjoy, if you feel the need, please leave a review- just remember, if you wrote something, I'd review it...
"Pathetic."
"Pathetic?"
"Yes, absolutely pathetic."
"Oh. I-I'm sorry."
"You should be. Lord Dracula is terribly disappointed in you. Because of your failure, your life is about to drastically change."
"Really? How so?"
"That's for me to decide.
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At a concurrent time the above exchange occurred, a much happier event was taking place in a small Romanian home. Alucard and Maria were celebrating the tail end of their wedding reception with their two remaining guests, Richter and Annette. Of the four, it was clear that Annette was the happiest, "Maria, I'm elated you finally decided to put vampire hunting behind you and settle down with a husband, even if he is Dracula's son." Alucard and Maria exchanged dubious glances. Richter, sensing the pair's discomfort, tactfully suggested to Annette that they return home and give Alucard and Maria the privacy they no doubt desired. Reluctantly, she agreed and bid her sister and new brother-in-law a polite goodnight.
Silence hung in the air like a humid summer morning after the day's affairs. Alucard seemed unbothered by it, quite content to sit at the kitchen table with his new wife, but Maria was troubled by Annette's final words to them.
"Alucard?" she prompted.
"Yes, my lady?"
"Do you think there was truth in Annette's words?"
"What do you mean?"
"Is there a chance we will be able to live a normal life, without interference from your father?"
Alucard somberly shook his head, "My father is a very persistent man. Without a doubt, he has realized that I have not returned to my eternal slumber. He will likely come back to us and attempt to convince me to join him in his conquest."
"I see..." Maria relied, half expecting his answer, "but if his castle remains dormant as it has, there is no need to launch an attack."
"I agree, my love. But for the time being, we should try to put all those unpleasantries behind us." Maria nodded her consent before the two retired, suddenly anxious of these new revelations neither wished to dwell on.
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"Death?"
"Yes Olrox?"
"I have a favor to ask of you."
"It's amusing how you pretend to give me a choice..."
Olrox smiled at this, "Lord Dracula has given me a new charge, I need you to make sure that he remains alive."
Death stared questioningly at the vampire, who cleared his throat to explain himself, "His name's Karasuman. He was stationed in the Clock Tower, I believe. Unfortunately for him, he lost his first battle to the last vampire hunter that attempted to destroy this castle. Lord Dracula has appointed me to retrain him in combat."
"So how do you plan to do that?" Death replied, tactfully not pointing out that they were defeated as well.
"By whatever means necessary." Olrox answered menacingly. Death shrugged, he knew better than to be scared of his coworker, but he did feel rather sorry for Karasuman, "Anyway, I'll honor your... request and do my best to keep him alive, but do keep in mind Olrox, he's just a child no matter how much potential he has."
Olrox waived the previous comment, "If all else fails, he can always pay a visit to Stoladark."
Death shot a surprised glance at his colleague, "You're willing to deal with him?!"
Olrox remained apathetic, merely leaning back in his chair and crossing his legs, "Yes, if need be." Even Death grimaced. Nobody with any infinitesimal bit of sanity associated himself with Stoladark, the castle's resident healer and physician, who was rumored to be a turncoat and slightly eccentric, to say the least. "Very well." Death at last said, before returning to the nothingness from which he came.
Olrox sighed heavily, he was relieved that matter was taken care of. He loathed associating with Dracula's other underlings, as he prided himself as being better than them. However, Dracula did expect more from him, an opinion he was adamant to keep alive. It then occurred to him that it may be in his best interest to start the duty he was assigned to.
With those ponderings, Olrox removed himself from the chair he was positioned in to retrieve the whip he stored in the corner of his armory. As he returned, he spotted Karasuman attempting to slink away from him, and doing a rather poor job of it. "Karasuman!" Olrox snapped, causing the demon to do a sharp, about-face, he swallowed, trying to mask his fear, already knowing the consequences of upsetting his new master. After gaining his subject's attention, Olrox briskly walked up to him, towering over his meager four foot frame.
"If I remember correctly, you've been informed of your current position."
"Yes, because Alucard defeated me in the Clock Tower, Dracula ordered you to retrain me-". Olrox corrected him with a sharp crack of his whip, "You shall address him as Lord Dracula." Karasuman nodded, barely flinching from his newly acquired wound.
"I admire your strength, child. I'm curious to see how long that endurance holds up." Karasuman again nodded, silence, after all, implies consent. He rationalized the less disagreeable he was, the less likely has was to be reprimanded. It was a strategy that had proven effective so far.
"Very well then," Olrox continued, "perhaps you won't mind making an attempt to learn what I wish to teach?" Despite Olrox's chosen wording, Karasuman knew he would be forced to comply in spite of personal opinions.
"Pathetic."
"Pathetic?"
"Yes, absolutely pathetic."
"Oh. I-I'm sorry."
"You should be. Lord Dracula is terribly disappointed in you. Because of your failure, your life is about to drastically change."
"Really? How so?"
"That's for me to decide.
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At a concurrent time the above exchange occurred, a much happier event was taking place in a small Romanian home. Alucard and Maria were celebrating the tail end of their wedding reception with their two remaining guests, Richter and Annette. Of the four, it was clear that Annette was the happiest, "Maria, I'm elated you finally decided to put vampire hunting behind you and settle down with a husband, even if he is Dracula's son." Alucard and Maria exchanged dubious glances. Richter, sensing the pair's discomfort, tactfully suggested to Annette that they return home and give Alucard and Maria the privacy they no doubt desired. Reluctantly, she agreed and bid her sister and new brother-in-law a polite goodnight.
Silence hung in the air like a humid summer morning after the day's affairs. Alucard seemed unbothered by it, quite content to sit at the kitchen table with his new wife, but Maria was troubled by Annette's final words to them.
"Alucard?" she prompted.
"Yes, my lady?"
"Do you think there was truth in Annette's words?"
"What do you mean?"
"Is there a chance we will be able to live a normal life, without interference from your father?"
Alucard somberly shook his head, "My father is a very persistent man. Without a doubt, he has realized that I have not returned to my eternal slumber. He will likely come back to us and attempt to convince me to join him in his conquest."
"I see..." Maria relied, half expecting his answer, "but if his castle remains dormant as it has, there is no need to launch an attack."
"I agree, my love. But for the time being, we should try to put all those unpleasantries behind us." Maria nodded her consent before the two retired, suddenly anxious of these new revelations neither wished to dwell on.
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"Death?"
"Yes Olrox?"
"I have a favor to ask of you."
"It's amusing how you pretend to give me a choice..."
Olrox smiled at this, "Lord Dracula has given me a new charge, I need you to make sure that he remains alive."
Death stared questioningly at the vampire, who cleared his throat to explain himself, "His name's Karasuman. He was stationed in the Clock Tower, I believe. Unfortunately for him, he lost his first battle to the last vampire hunter that attempted to destroy this castle. Lord Dracula has appointed me to retrain him in combat."
"So how do you plan to do that?" Death replied, tactfully not pointing out that they were defeated as well.
"By whatever means necessary." Olrox answered menacingly. Death shrugged, he knew better than to be scared of his coworker, but he did feel rather sorry for Karasuman, "Anyway, I'll honor your... request and do my best to keep him alive, but do keep in mind Olrox, he's just a child no matter how much potential he has."
Olrox waived the previous comment, "If all else fails, he can always pay a visit to Stoladark."
Death shot a surprised glance at his colleague, "You're willing to deal with him?!"
Olrox remained apathetic, merely leaning back in his chair and crossing his legs, "Yes, if need be." Even Death grimaced. Nobody with any infinitesimal bit of sanity associated himself with Stoladark, the castle's resident healer and physician, who was rumored to be a turncoat and slightly eccentric, to say the least. "Very well." Death at last said, before returning to the nothingness from which he came.
Olrox sighed heavily, he was relieved that matter was taken care of. He loathed associating with Dracula's other underlings, as he prided himself as being better than them. However, Dracula did expect more from him, an opinion he was adamant to keep alive. It then occurred to him that it may be in his best interest to start the duty he was assigned to.
With those ponderings, Olrox removed himself from the chair he was positioned in to retrieve the whip he stored in the corner of his armory. As he returned, he spotted Karasuman attempting to slink away from him, and doing a rather poor job of it. "Karasuman!" Olrox snapped, causing the demon to do a sharp, about-face, he swallowed, trying to mask his fear, already knowing the consequences of upsetting his new master. After gaining his subject's attention, Olrox briskly walked up to him, towering over his meager four foot frame.
"If I remember correctly, you've been informed of your current position."
"Yes, because Alucard defeated me in the Clock Tower, Dracula ordered you to retrain me-". Olrox corrected him with a sharp crack of his whip, "You shall address him as Lord Dracula." Karasuman nodded, barely flinching from his newly acquired wound.
"I admire your strength, child. I'm curious to see how long that endurance holds up." Karasuman again nodded, silence, after all, implies consent. He rationalized the less disagreeable he was, the less likely has was to be reprimanded. It was a strategy that had proven effective so far.
"Very well then," Olrox continued, "perhaps you won't mind making an attempt to learn what I wish to teach?" Despite Olrox's chosen wording, Karasuman knew he would be forced to comply in spite of personal opinions.