The robed figure walked down the stone hallway, the only light coming from the lantern he held in his gloved hand. His boots making a hard knocking sound against the bare stone floor. He was deep within the keep of the hell house of Dracula.
He continued his walk through the dark hallway; he ignored the occasional misty form gliding by and the far off distant cries of some unknown terror.
The man stopped before a mirror and turned to face it. He looked at his reflection through the lanterns blue light. He shuddered as he recognized his face and the tattooed eye on his forehead. He touched it with his fingers and rubbed the tattoo. "How did I become this person? A traitor to my blood."
But the image in the mirror did not give a reply. And silently, somewhat disappointed he turned away from his reflection and continued down the hallway.
He opened the door and entered the ballroom. It was lit up brightly and dozens of ghostly partners danced around as they had once done in their lives. But now their waltz had become that of death and they were now merely puppets of the damned count and his infernal castle. The man ignored the ghost as he walked through the ballroom he reached the exit and walked through shutting the door hard behind him.
Memories of the good times caused his fingers to scratch the tattoo on his head. Brushing the past away he walked closer to his destination.
Through the dark halls of the castle he walked, no monsters attacked him for he was like them, a prisoner to the will of both Dracula and the castle. A different man entered the hallway and the two stopped a feet from each other. They raised their hands in salute and the new man spoke. His voice aged and crackled.
"Ah Lev, so good to see another mortal this castle can become lonely. Where are you off to this night?"
The one called Lev opened his mouth; it had been a while since he had spoken with another living being.
"Master librarian I am surprised to see that you have managed to climb out of the dust layers and the piles of books. How have you been? I heard from some of the ghost of the library of your recent encounter with the prince Alucard. I am most glad to see that Master Dracula did not punish you as harshly as many would have liked."
The librarian frowned his forehead wrinkled and his temper was rising. "Enough of the small talk Lev, you are not one to spoke lightly of the master's punishments! Especially from a traitor like yourself, Lev Belmont!"
Lev flinched at the sound of his family name. It had been a while since he had heard it.
"Ah I see that your family name still pains you. Ha ha ha stupid Lev, did you really think that they would understand your reasons for not facing Dracula?"
Lev's anger swelled over and his gloved fist punched out and hit the librarian in the face. The librarian fell back onto the floor. The blood running down from his nose, He wheezed and coughed up some blood.
"Damn you Belmont!" the spit landed on Lev's boot. Lev walked over to the collapsed form of the librarian and he kneeled down beside the old man.
"Now listen to me you old hack! Never say that name again; I am no longer a Belmont! Now pick yourself up and return to your books."
Lev stood straight up and walked angrily out of the hall. Afterwards the librarian got up and did the same muttering curses beneath his breath every step of the way.