Chapter One
It was dark. So dark.
The air was stiff, stale, and musky. Smelling of water, dust, and blood.
Despite the aching pain in his back, the dhampir was still dozing, just on the border of falling asleep. But for some reason, he couldn't
There was something bugging at his senses. Something urgent. But his lax instincts couldn't seem to figure out what it was.
His nose smelt something divine, almost as delicious smelling as his mother's chocolate and strawberry crepes.
His ears heard something soothing, like his father's footsteps when he carried him back to his room after he fell asleep reading.
His body shuddered involuntarily as a bit of excitement and fear shot up his spine.
Yet, his eyes couldn't see.
He was blind as the thudding and the scent grew closer. But his dozing was getting worse.
Whatever woke him up was starting not to have any effect anymore; he was slowly going back to sleep.
Just as his breathing leveled out, however, a click was heard and a tiny sliver of light peaked through his eyelids and a grating sound filled his ears.
Goosebumps were raised along his arms for a short few seconds from the chilly air that came in contact with them. But as his body got used to the temperature, his eyes fluttered open only a tiny bit to see the lid of whatever box he was in-a coffin-fall to the ground, exposing a high stone ceiling.
His ears picked up on something, as well, beyond the crash; a gruff voice saying, "I didn't do that."
By the sigh of another, higher pitched voice, he could tell that that was a lie and they both knew it.
Shutting his eyes against the bright light of the lanterns, he rose from his confines, always floating a few inches above any and all surfaces.
As his brain came back to him, he realized that one of his hands was placed across his heart, over a large, ugly scar, while the other hung by his side.
And as his instincts started to wake up as well, he could sense the presence of two. One man, probably just about a year or two older than he, and a girl, perhaps his age. Both fairly young.
The smell of alchohol, dirt, demon blood, salt, and rust masked the delectable smell that he smelt earlier. It was coming from the man.
While the girl's blood smelled like magic, and purity, the man's smelt of strength and power and potency.
He could remember his father telling him about these people. Hunters who lived by slaying demons and vampires. The Belmont clan.
Their blood was unique, which gave it that tasty smell. But if you tried to even get a lick of it, you could be promised to get your head cut off.
They were dangerous.
But he was intrigued.
His hair, that he felt was now below his shoulders, draped across his shoulders and back and covered his eyes.
He peaked through the strands, taking a look at his guests.
He is definitely a Belmont. And she must be a Speaker. He thought, eyeing the man's whip at his waist, among the family emblem on his breast, and the girl's robes and looks.
Then, they started bickering.
"See? I told you he was down here," the girl said.
The man shook his head. "No. He isn't your messiah." Huh? "Look around. The coffin, the lanterns that light by themselves, the traps, the blood. This is exactly how the family records describe the inside of Dracula's castle."
The man-the Belmont-started to walk to his left side, keeping his distance. He kept his eyes on him all he while.
His arm dropped to his side as Belmont started talking again.
"I don't know about you, but I don't trust this floating vampire Jesus, here."
"Belmont!"
He raised his head, and on a whim, decided that he wanted to be a little teasing, witty.
"Oh? How sharp of you. But I have to ask. Do you believe?"
The corners of Belmont's lips turned down.
"I don't believe that your that sleeping soldier that everyone in town's talking about, but I don't think you mean that, do you? You mean if I believe that you the great messiah come to save the world from Dracula's monsters. No, I don't. Who can say that you're not Dracula, hm?"
"Belmont!" The Speaker girl sounded even more outraged and she tried to apologize.
"I'm so sorry for him-"
Even though it was rude manners to interupt, he did it anyway. "Why are you here?"
"To get your help in destroying Dracula's Night Horde."
He turned his face to Belmont. "And you?"
A smirk played on his lips. "I fell down a hole."
A spark of amusement lit up the dhampir's eyes before it was extinguished once more.
"But now what do you want to do?"
The answer was swift and simple, and among the shiver of excitement, also came the rain of sorrow.
"I'm going to kill you."
Hi! Majesty here!
This is my first fanfic that I ever published, because my previous computer was a '90's brick with no internet.
But now that I got a laptop for Xmas, I can post!
My updates with be sporadic, but I'll try to post a new chapter once a week. Sometimes you might get two or three a week, depending on when I can have my laptop, since it is living at my grandparents for the time being.
But I hope you enjoyed, and I might post another chapter tomorrow before I go out.
Bye
Majesty