CastleVania: James Taylor's Story.
Chapter One: Truth and then some.
James Taylor is, what seems to be, your average 15 year old boy. A sophomore in high school, honors classes, straight A's, and athletic. He isn't a jock. But he isn't a nerd either. Neither is he Mr. Popular, nor the "Who's that kid?" guy. He rides his long board everywhere, is a whiz at computers, is a third degree black belt in MMA, and has studied all sorts of weaponry his whole life. He stands at a healthy 6 foot, 2 inches, and weighs approximately 160 pounds. Hazel eyes, blonde hair. He's not someone, he's not anyone. He is just James Taylor.
Something James never knew on the other hand was that, his blood is in direct line with that of Trevor Belmont. To put that into more comprehendible terms, he's a direct descendant of the first person to ever slay Count Dracula, the Prince of Darkness. James was born under a full moon, and not to mention that moon was blood red. Dracula is said to awaken once every somewhat of years or so. James' 16th birthday marks year the year since Dracula last was slain, and will rise again. James' 16th birthday is in 6 days. But we're going to jump ahead. To the night before his birthday.
"Hey, James! Could you come down here for a minute?" James' father, Alan, yelled from the basement.
"Sure thing, sire Alan!" James said with a laugh. He rose from his desk and walked towards the stairs. Standing at the top, he decided that walking down them would take too long, and be boring. James' conclusion? Jump over the side of the banister. Landing with a "THUD!", James hit the ground, rolled onto his feet, and practically fell down the stairs to the basement. His dad was standing near the old "family chest" that was to never be touched. The chest was open, and Alan was waiting patiently for James to walk over to him.
"What's up dad? Why's the old chest open?" James asked, completely confused.
"Tomorrow's your birthday, and…I wanted to fill you in on some things son." Alan said with a slight sense of sorrow and pity was in his voice. "Here, look in this book, and tell me what you see." James' father handed him an old book that could use some refurbishing. The cover said "Belmont Family Crest". James smiled and opened the book, thinking it was a joke or something. James knew that his family being descended from the old Belmont clan was just an old story made up his crazy grandfather, Jonathan Morris.
"This is a joke, right dad?" James said. As he thumbed through the book, he saw writings and such from previous owners of the book. He was scared the book might crumble to dust in his hands. After some page turning he came upon the crest itself. Looking at the book he saw a lot of his family, and following the trees up, they all came to rest at Trevor Belmont and Sypha Belnades. It seemed like there was more, but James didn't look at that, for he was staring at the far right side of the crest. There in plain sight, was a direct path from Trevor and Sypha, going through all male family members, stopping at James. James looked up at his father.
"Is this for real? Are you kidding me? I'm a direct descendant of Trevor Belmont? Wait…if we're direct descendants, why is our last name Taylor?" James was excited, confused and down right happy all at once. His father nodded and smiled.
"Answer 1: This is for real. Answer 2: No, I'm not kidding you. Answer 3: Yes, you are. Answer 4: We had to change our name…because…er…" Alan was hesitant, and James picked up quickly on it. Mockingly, James stated.
"So Dracula wouldn't find us!" James said this with a laugh, being all too sarcastic. The smile slowly faded from his face, however, when he saw the look on his father's face. This look was a look of seriousness. This look was a look of horror, pity, and truth. In almost a whisper, Alan spoke.
"Not so he wouldn't find us, my son…so he wouldn't find…you."