Chapter 1

Richter rushed up to where his beloved was being held captive. She looked so frightened in that cell. She had her hands on the bed and she was kneeling down on the cold stone floor, praying for him. The Belmont came up to Annette with her sister Maria by her side. He used the key that a massive bird held around its neck. The same birds that he'd encountered earlier in the Ghost Ship that was haunted by the physical manifestation of Death.

She looked over her shoulder as the key turned in the lock. Frightened that it was going to be Dracula, she attempted to hide underneath the bed. It was a failed attempt though. However, she recognised those footsteps. They were not the sound of a beast. She swung her head around to find that her prayers had been answered.

Annette clung onto Richer like a desperate plea. Tears began to fall down her face and onto his soft blue clothes. He smiled and he gently pulled her head up to meet his. The two of them shared a kiss of pure passion for the other. Maria smiled as she stroked her white cat familiar that was sitting in her arms.

"I knew you would come for me Richter."

"Was there any doubt? But now comes the real moment my love. The real test of strength."
"You're going to fight him, aren't you?"
Richter nodded, "It's my destiny my darling. I must prove myself to my ancestors."
"They watch over and guide the next generation. I know all of this. Hold that Holy Whip with pride my love. And, come back to me."
"I will. Maria, take your sister to the entrance of the castle."
"But Richter-"
"No buts, do it. I need to face Dracula alone."
"Ok then. Stay strong Richter."

The Belmont walked up the long staircase that lead up to the Castle Keep. His heart began to pound out of control in his chest. He was beginning to feel a little bit dizzy as he forced himself up the stairs. The human male stopped himself to give him a moment to collect his thoughts and to think up of a battle plan.

He knew from the Belmont Ghosts that Dracula's main attacks are Hell Fire, Dark Inferno and teleporting around the room. Then he transforms into a Demon or a Dragon. The fight varies after that. Trevor had to fight three forms, but he wasn't alone in his fight.

All the young Belmont had to do was jump over the fireballs and sense where he was going to teleport. If he could do that.

Only Simon could sense exactly where Dracula was going to teleport to. Richter sighed and looked up to the Castle Keep.

If the fight got too serious he could use his Hydrokinetic abilities against the Vampire. But the power wasn't as strong as Richter had hoped.

The Belmont had to use Hydro Storm first, before lifting the water off the floor and ploughing it into the enemy. He wished that Dracula hadn't have come so soon, then he would be ready. But the Count had caught the Belmont at the worst time for any Vampire Hunter. The time of marriage. He hadn't been training because Annette wanted their wedding to be perfect.

The Belmont thought that he was ready to continue and he strutted up the stairs.

He stepped into the Throne Room, with Dracula sat in his throne. The Vampire looked pretty miserable. He used his hand to keep his head from falling and he held a wine glass in the other. The Vampire smiled and he perked up from his position as the Belmont brandished out the Vampire Killer.

"Dracula! I'm here to take you out."
"Really." he said in a collective bold voice.

The mighty Count Dracula somewhat admired this century's Belmont. He just looked so cute. With his whip and the whole trying to look serious, which wasn't working for the man.

"It's time for you to go to hell!"

The Vampire began to laugh, "You can try Belmont. I doubt you'll be able to defeat me."
"I was trained by Simon." he pulled his arm down.

"Yes I know Belmont. That ginger douche."
"Don't mock the dead!"

"Am I getting you angry mortal. I can feel your rage." he laughed.

"Just get your ass off that chair and fight me!"
"Fair enough." he sipped the last bit of wine in the glass and threw it on the floor. Making the glass shatter into pieces before the Vampire teleported away.

Richter looked around for his opponent, who had reappeared behind the Belmont warrior. The human male reacted quickly to the Vampire's position and he managed to jump and whip the creature. The Vampire smiled as the Belmont fought him. Dracula purposely teleported high up into the corner of the room. Richter had no problem with this. The Belmont High Jumped up to the Vampire and whipped him again. Forcing the Vampire to fall to the ground.

Richter landed gracefully on the ground as Dracula got up from his position. The Vampire vanished again and reappeared with fireballs coming out from his cloak. The Belmont back-flipped over them.

'This is one athletic Belmont.' Dracula thought.

He hadn't seen this type of gymnastic skills on a Belmont before and the Vampire wonder where did he learn them from. It couldn't have been from the ancestors, they don't have that type of skills Either way, it was working out pretty well for the young male.

Richter held his hand up to the sky, "HYDRO STORM!"

It started to rain Holy Water inside. The logic behind that baffled the centuries old Vampire. Quickly, the Vampire vanished away from the deadly rain. He only reappeared when the rain had stopped.

"I have to admire your skills Belmont. I must say that I am a little surprised at it. The last time I saw Item Crash was in Trevor. Amazing how things get passed down."

"You haven't seen anything yet!"

"Oh really."

Dracula was just baiting the Belmont. The man was oblivious to what the Count was doing. Richter's eyes became an oceanic blue as the Holy Water on the carpet became airborne.

"Shit!" But the Vampire stayed still.

Richter made a tidal wave made of Holy Water come crashing down towards the evil Count. The water sunk back into the carpet, but there was not Dracula. Richter looked confused as the Vampire reappeared behind the Son of Belmont. Dracula grabbed the Belmont in a way so he couldn't move his arms.

"You're perfect." he whispered in the mortal's ear.

The Vampire knocked the Belmont out cold and carried his sleeping frame away.

When Richter awakened his found himself in chains...