It's been so lonely out here by myself. I was never accepted by anyone except my family, because I was only three quarters mortal. Mother left me alone as a child with Father, and it was tough, but I was too young to know what was going on. I guess I need to start from the beginning.

My name is Aluria Renard Tepes, the daughter of Maria and Alucard. When I was about ten years old, Father told me Mother left because she couldn't cope with being a mother. I always thought she was afraid of me, but Father told me she wasn't afraid of either of us. I guess this is where I start telling my story.

The date is February 27, 1819.

I woke up on a morning like any other. Calm and peaceful, but this was not in a room I remember from my current home. It was the room I slept in as a child. (I guess now it was the guest bedroom, but that is besides the point.) I sat up and noticed Father sleeping in a chair, and I couldn't help but smile. I pounced him out of sleep just like a child, and he smiled at me.

"Good morning," he said, hugging me tightly as I giggled.

"Good morning, Father," I responded, looking at him before he realized our position.

"Can I stand?" Father asked, and I shook my head.

"Nope!"

Father sighed, looking at me.

"Father," I began. "Why did Mother leave us?"

I could only see pain in his eyes as he sighed.

"You know why," he said. "She left because she couldn't cope with the responsibilities of motherhood."

I had to ask.

"Did we ever find her?" I asked, and he nodded.

"We found her close by," he responded. "I was with Richter."

"Can we pleaaase see her?" I pleaded, and he nodded.

"As long as you can remain calm, I will take you to see her," Father spoke, and I cheered in victory.

"Yay! I promise I'll try!" I said, standing and helping my father up. This was the first time I'd see Mother in so long, I just couldn't help but feel happy. Father and I raced each other, and he mentioned I was getting faster. So many things happen when you grow up, but for me, it was a big step. When we arrived at our destination, I looked to the Belmont residence. I felt shy, so, I walked up and knocked upon the door gently. I looked to Father nervously, because just knowing he was there comforted me. A few seconds later, a brunette man opened the door, looking to me.

"You must be Aluria," he spoke, and I gave a slight nod, being polite.

"I am," I spoke as the man looked to my father.

"Alucard," he began. "How could you have not visited us?"

"Reasons," was all my father replied with. "We've come to see Maria."

Once we were invited in, I saw two women in the main room, but one looked sad, and in an instant, I knew she had to be Mother.

"Mother...?" I called, but I got no reply.

"Maria," spoke Richter. "Look at your daughter, please."

Mother looked at me, and I smiled slightly.

"Mother," I spoke.

"Why do you call me that?" she asked. "I've never been a mother to you..."

I shook my head.

"Regardless," I spoke. "You're the one who gave birth to me, and I don't think that means nothing."

Mother began to cry a bit.

"I..." She began before pulling me into a hug. "Forgive me, my daughter!"

I wasn't really paid this much attention before, so I was shocked, but I soothed her.

"Mother..." I spoke, hearing Father step in.

"Maria..." He spoke, pulling her into a hug. "You're not supposed to run. I'm the one who should be running."

"Alucard..." She cried, hugging him tight. I shook my head.

"Hey, Father," Spoke a new voice. It sounded female, but a bit rough. Everyone turned their head to see a young girl, around age 17, with red hair and sky blue eyes. Her blood smelled that of a Belmont's, and I wouldn't mistake it for anything else.

"About time you wake up, Zeira," spoke Richter, and I looked at him.

"Who is she?" I asked, looking back at her.

"Your name first, Goth Girl," she spoke, a smirk on her face as Richter glared.

"Zeira, refrain from treating our guests as such," Richter scolded.

"It's just a nickname, Dad," Zeira said, looking at me.

I stared right back at her with a glare.

"My name is Aluria," I growled. "You will call me that from now on, Belmont."

"Another bloodthirsty vampire?" Zeira taunted. "Gimme a break every now and then. You're nothing but a waste of space."

She made me sick in every single way possible.

"However..." she began. "I can sense something strange about you, Goth Girl."

Mother looked to me.

"What could be so different about her?" she asked, looking at Zeira.

"She's not like you or Alucard, Auntie Maria," she spoke. "She looks more like prey to the vampires outside this safe haven they call home."

"Enough of your crap, Zeira!" I yelled. "Just tell us what could be so damn different about me!"

"Simple," she spoke. "You're only one quarter vampire."

My blood ran cold. I found myself unable to move. How had Father been able to not bite Mother before I was born? Mother looked at Father.

"Alucard..." she spoke, but Father said nothing in reply. "Explain this to me."

He still said nothing. Zeira looked at me once more.

"Aww, did your father neglect biting you because you were 'perfect?'" she asked.

"That," I growled. "You will regret saying, Belmont."

Something wasn't right. Mother and Father left the room to have a serious talk.

I didn't know what was supposed to happen to me, but they never told me about it either. I knew something was wrong, and I needed to know. That, however, is another story...

Hello! If you are reading this, then congratulations! You've made it through a story full of crappy writing! Let me know if you enjoy this and I'll continue working on it during my summer break (when I actually have time. Junior police academy, self defense classes and everything.) Please, no negative reviews tothe best of your abilities if my writing is that bad. It doesn't feel good when I read one. ;-;