A/N: So… This happened. Hey, at least I have a set limit on the number of chapters on this one. And yes, I'm supposed to be revising for exams, but who needs a job, right?
Be warned, this version of Alucard is not like any seen before. He's sort of a meld of Hellsing and Castlevania. With Twilight parodies flung in. Because fuck Twilight.
I. Birth
Alucard is born from love. At least, that is what his mother tells him.
Correction, Adrian is born from love. Alucard is born from worse.
The town he is raised in his dark, and cold, and dirty.
Adrian hears their whispers, hears what they say about his mother for having him, for not abandoning him as is the custom.
He hears more, how they call him the son of a demon, how they mutter of witchcraft and sorcery.
One boy makes the mistake of calling his mother a whore to his face. The resulting brawl results in the boy being dragged home in a cart.
Adrian has a cut on his lip and a black eye one day, then not the next day. This troubles him more than he wishes to let on.
Over time, he notices more things about himself that labels him as different. How the sincere faith of the priest of the village results in him avoiding the small silver cross. How the smell of garlic makes him sneeze. How his reflection is not as pronounced as the other children of the village.
This all finally comes to a head one day, when the tormenters come back, again speaking slander against his mother. In a flash, Adrian is standing over the lead tormenter, his small, thin hand caving in the taller boy's skull. Adrian has twin desires at once, to both throw up and, even worse, to consume the red liquid spurting from the boy's misshapen head.
Horrified, he runs all the way home, barely noticing that his speed is unnatural, too fast for human eyes.
His mother finds him, minutes later, sobbing into his hands.
All he says are three words, three words his mother has feared for years.
What Am I?
His mother takes him into her arms, rocking him back and forth
My son. You are my son. She whispers, humming a lullaby comfortingly into his ear.
There they stay, even as the doors are battered by the angry villagers, those same words being whispered time and time again.
My son… My son…
Adrian's first love is his mother. She is his last.
Next Up: II. Darkness