Note- This is a "Castlevania: Symphony of the Night" Fic. You may have to play the game to understand when I'm describing Alucard's special powers.
Prologue (or as FF_NET tells you: Ch. 1)
The creature known as the Tyrfling studied the small, human village with voracious eyes. His wet, toad-like skin was changing colors as his slippery tongue licked his upper lip greedily. He simply could not wait until a human was within his claws. He tightly gripped the handles of his pair of wicked-looking blades.
"When do we kill, Huna?" asked Tyrfling, his narrow, slanted eyes focusing upon the beautiful vampire next to him.
Lady Huna, seemingly lost in deep thought, stirred and turned her pretty blond head towards the wispy voice of Tyrfling. Her inhumanly pale face studied the creature in contempt, and clucked her tongue, as if to dismiss the creature's impatience.
"Patience, creature. You will satisfy your bloodlust soon enough." Lady Huna pulled her cloak tighter around herself. "We must wait until the moon is red, so that I may summon my minions."
Tyrfling's eyes grew twice its original size. "I do not need your pathetic zombies…I can take care of these weak humans by myself! We attack now!"
"You dare raise your voice at me, creature? Do not forget whom you are talking to. I am a direct descendant of the noble line of Dracula. I can have you skinned alive for questioning my orders!"
Tyrfling was a bit taken back. Lady Huna usually wore a calm, patient face, even during times of stress in the battlefield. This time, however, he had pushed her anger too far. He dared not push her any further.
"Yes, Lady Huna…I apologize, of course. I forgot my place. Whatever you wish" He bowed his head towards her in fake fealty.
Lady Huna was not looking at him. "We must not take any foolish chances. We must attack when I am able to summon my undead army. Remember that a Belmont is reported to be hiding in this village. We must make sure that this Belmont does not breathe another breath of air after this night."
"As you wish, my lady…"
The elder of the village looked out the window despairingly.
The moon was red.
He knew it was only a matter of time until those demons overtook his village. They would all die this night. All because of him. It was all his fault. His emotions became numb as he prepared for the end.
He sat in his chair, stroking his cat's neck with his thumbs. The cat was oblivious to the impending doom. Better as well. The anxiousness of the heart just before death was harsher than any form of physical pain.
He sat and stared at the door. Anytime now, the demons would barge in through the door. He could hear the sound of men dying and women weeping outside. He closed his eyes to hide his soul from the pain for his people.
Suddenly, the door to his chambers opened. A vampire, pale and hauntingly beautiful, walked in the room with a predatory gaze on her face. She looked tired, but her eyes were still sharp and dangerous.
"Good evening, Elder. Allow me to introduce myself. I am called Lady Huna." The vampire said in a heavily accented and elegant voice.
"Kill me, and get it over with."
"Oh, you will be killed quite soon, old human. But first, I need to know where the Belmont is?"
The Elder looked angry, "Belmont? That little wench? I took pity on her and gave her shelter in my village. Now, the thanks I get is my people's destruction!"
The vampire did not look pleased. "So where is she, human?"
"She's not here…She left here three weeks ago…"
The vampire's face was frightening now. He knew that she would kill him now.
He did not even see her moving towards him. She was so fast. He did not even know that she had slit his throat until he felt a warm feeling oozing down his belly. He was losing consciousness fast.
The thing he saw before dying was an image of his cat being shred in half by the angry vampire. He vaguely recalled that vampires hated cats.
Alucard, the son of Dracula Vlad Tepes, awoke from his coffin suddenly.
His long silver hair wavered in the air as he busted through the coffin and rose towards the ceiling. His eyes were still closed, but he could still make out a mental image of the room with his sonar abilities of the bat.
It was the same chamber where he chose to rest for eternity. He had chosen to hide himself away because his evil vampire side could not be allowed free among humans. It was the right thing to do. It was what his mother would have wanted for humanity.
Slowly, he opened his eyes, adjusting them after thousands of years of sleep. The chamber was dark, as expected, and old cobwebs and dust had carpeted themselves everywhere. His hands roamed towards his body, and he checked to see if all his equipment and relics were in place.
He saw that they were all still with him. Good, no one robbed him during his rest. He had gone to extra measures to make sure no mortal would reach this chamber alive. He reached into his pouch and pulled out a faerie card relic. Holding the card with two fingers, he spoke an enchantment.
All of a sudden, a small, cute-looking faerie materialized out of nowhere. " Alucard? You're finally awake! Yay! Let's go!" The cheery faerie was doing backflips in the air. "Will we have more adventures now, yes?"
Alucard was tempted to smile at the faerie's enthusiasm. Tempted, but he never smiled, "Perhaps. I was awakened from my slumber for a reason. I sense that a great evil is at hand. But it is strange, I do not sense my father's presence in the mortal plane…" He adjusted his cloak. "Faerie, I must ask you…How long was I asleep?"
The faerie went silent, as if calculating something in her head. Then, she replied, "Alucard, by my estimation, you have been asleep for…400,210 years…."
Prologue (or as FF_NET tells you: Ch. 1)
The creature known as the Tyrfling studied the small, human village with voracious eyes. His wet, toad-like skin was changing colors as his slippery tongue licked his upper lip greedily. He simply could not wait until a human was within his claws. He tightly gripped the handles of his pair of wicked-looking blades.
"When do we kill, Huna?" asked Tyrfling, his narrow, slanted eyes focusing upon the beautiful vampire next to him.
Lady Huna, seemingly lost in deep thought, stirred and turned her pretty blond head towards the wispy voice of Tyrfling. Her inhumanly pale face studied the creature in contempt, and clucked her tongue, as if to dismiss the creature's impatience.
"Patience, creature. You will satisfy your bloodlust soon enough." Lady Huna pulled her cloak tighter around herself. "We must wait until the moon is red, so that I may summon my minions."
Tyrfling's eyes grew twice its original size. "I do not need your pathetic zombies…I can take care of these weak humans by myself! We attack now!"
"You dare raise your voice at me, creature? Do not forget whom you are talking to. I am a direct descendant of the noble line of Dracula. I can have you skinned alive for questioning my orders!"
Tyrfling was a bit taken back. Lady Huna usually wore a calm, patient face, even during times of stress in the battlefield. This time, however, he had pushed her anger too far. He dared not push her any further.
"Yes, Lady Huna…I apologize, of course. I forgot my place. Whatever you wish" He bowed his head towards her in fake fealty.
Lady Huna was not looking at him. "We must not take any foolish chances. We must attack when I am able to summon my undead army. Remember that a Belmont is reported to be hiding in this village. We must make sure that this Belmont does not breathe another breath of air after this night."
"As you wish, my lady…"
The elder of the village looked out the window despairingly.
The moon was red.
He knew it was only a matter of time until those demons overtook his village. They would all die this night. All because of him. It was all his fault. His emotions became numb as he prepared for the end.
He sat in his chair, stroking his cat's neck with his thumbs. The cat was oblivious to the impending doom. Better as well. The anxiousness of the heart just before death was harsher than any form of physical pain.
He sat and stared at the door. Anytime now, the demons would barge in through the door. He could hear the sound of men dying and women weeping outside. He closed his eyes to hide his soul from the pain for his people.
Suddenly, the door to his chambers opened. A vampire, pale and hauntingly beautiful, walked in the room with a predatory gaze on her face. She looked tired, but her eyes were still sharp and dangerous.
"Good evening, Elder. Allow me to introduce myself. I am called Lady Huna." The vampire said in a heavily accented and elegant voice.
"Kill me, and get it over with."
"Oh, you will be killed quite soon, old human. But first, I need to know where the Belmont is?"
The Elder looked angry, "Belmont? That little wench? I took pity on her and gave her shelter in my village. Now, the thanks I get is my people's destruction!"
The vampire did not look pleased. "So where is she, human?"
"She's not here…She left here three weeks ago…"
The vampire's face was frightening now. He knew that she would kill him now.
He did not even see her moving towards him. She was so fast. He did not even know that she had slit his throat until he felt a warm feeling oozing down his belly. He was losing consciousness fast.
The thing he saw before dying was an image of his cat being shred in half by the angry vampire. He vaguely recalled that vampires hated cats.
Alucard, the son of Dracula Vlad Tepes, awoke from his coffin suddenly.
His long silver hair wavered in the air as he busted through the coffin and rose towards the ceiling. His eyes were still closed, but he could still make out a mental image of the room with his sonar abilities of the bat.
It was the same chamber where he chose to rest for eternity. He had chosen to hide himself away because his evil vampire side could not be allowed free among humans. It was the right thing to do. It was what his mother would have wanted for humanity.
Slowly, he opened his eyes, adjusting them after thousands of years of sleep. The chamber was dark, as expected, and old cobwebs and dust had carpeted themselves everywhere. His hands roamed towards his body, and he checked to see if all his equipment and relics were in place.
He saw that they were all still with him. Good, no one robbed him during his rest. He had gone to extra measures to make sure no mortal would reach this chamber alive. He reached into his pouch and pulled out a faerie card relic. Holding the card with two fingers, he spoke an enchantment.
All of a sudden, a small, cute-looking faerie materialized out of nowhere. " Alucard? You're finally awake! Yay! Let's go!" The cheery faerie was doing backflips in the air. "Will we have more adventures now, yes?"
Alucard was tempted to smile at the faerie's enthusiasm. Tempted, but he never smiled, "Perhaps. I was awakened from my slumber for a reason. I sense that a great evil is at hand. But it is strange, I do not sense my father's presence in the mortal plane…" He adjusted his cloak. "Faerie, I must ask you…How long was I asleep?"
The faerie went silent, as if calculating something in her head. Then, she replied, "Alucard, by my estimation, you have been asleep for…400,210 years…."