(((Hello everyone, I'm new to FanFiction! Welcome to my first story!)))
For this story, I only own the original characters. Also, just throwin' it out there, I know almost nothing of this fandom. This story is inspired by a story I stumbled upon, written by Deathintheorchard. I read a few of this author's stories and that's all I have to go on...hopefully this turns out well!
Also, because I'm the author and you are my audience aaaand because I'm used to informative writing, I fully intend to introduce you to new things and push music preferences on you. Unfortunately, looking back, FF hates box quotes so whatever... I did the best with what I had. Have fun!
Chapter 1
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Cold. Exhaustion. Hunger.
Fear.
He lay naked and crumpled on the grimy stone floor. It was dark in his little cell. He didn't mind the dark, it was safe. He was safe. The stones hurt his emancipated body but at least, while he was chained in this room, he was alone and safe.
Master had just returned him to his cell. So he wouldn't be back until the next day. There was no way for him to track the time for he was in complete darkness. The only sounds he heard was the cart of specimens and tools being wheeled out of the lab. The sound faded as it traveled down the length of hallway. The specimens on the cart were his specimens. Pieces of him. His master, for the past month had been particularly interested in how his body worked under different conditions. When he had first been captured and sealed, he was simply beaten at his master's whim. This however was far worse. The week before the dissections started he was well fed and allowed to rest in his coffin. He even had clothes then! Abraham had renamed him Alucard but he was getting used to the change. He hated the new name, it symbolized his slavery to his master, Abraham, but he had been beaten to dull acceptance at this point. He had thought things were looking up when the regular meals and rest became routine but then the dissections started.
He lay naked on a cold metal table tilted slightly upward towards where his head was. His nakedness was a bit more than uncomfortable. He felt ashamed and exposed. The metal bonds on the table completely immobilized him and allowed the doctors and his master complete view of his body. He was pinned down at the forehead, shoulders, elbows, wrists, the sides of his hips, his knees and his ankles. He couldn't move. He simply lay there keening and shivering. A tray was rolled next to his bed. He tried to look at it but it was to far out of his peripheral vision to see. A chill ran down his spine. Abraham was lounging on the glass window ledge that looked into the hallway. When the set up was complete, the doctors closed in around Dracula.
(Very graphic section)
Fear gripped him. A doctor leaned over him, the man looked into Dracula's eyes. Dracula returned the gaze, searching the man's eyes for any sympathy. There was none, only a cold clinical stare. The doctors voices washed over the uncomprehending vampire. Red embers left the chief doctor's eyes and darted around to the other doctors and their torturous instruments. A scalpel slipped out of his range of sight towards his chest. A sharp smooth pain came instantly. He felt the blade slip into him. The pain wasn't horrible but it's smooth fluid movement into his flesh made him sick. He gave a glass shattering scream followed by agonized keening and gasping. A quarter inch deep incision had been made and run down the length of the vampire. It started at his the manubrium of his sternum and followed the linea alba all the way to his pubic crest.
The chief surgeon, obviously irritated by the vampire's pained cries and protests, decided to silence the beast. With cold sufficiency, he made an incision in the neck and used a pair a misquote foreceps to close off the vampire's trachea. Dracula didn't need to breathe so it wouldn't cause any lasting damage that couldn't be fixed. It would, however, silence him. It was the perfect solution and the doctor was satisfied.
