Thank you everyone for the reviews and favorite. Originally this was going to be a one-shot but it'll be a little series focusing on the Belmonts and other characters like Zobek and Pan. Here's chapter 2 featuring Alucard/Trevor and its set just before Lords of Shadow 2.

I do not own anything, Konami does.

Sometimes it truly worried Alucard how used to the night he had become over the years. For most people the night meant darkness, despair, and fear of the unknown. After spending years hunting all kinds of supernatural creatures through a myriad of unsavory places Alucard had grown used to the night. Now it brought him peace. It brought him despair too. And all this was before he was even a vampire. That probably worried him more than the fact he was the very thing he hated with all his being.

He was sitting on one of the large stones outside of the cave mediating while the blacksmith did his job inside the cave. It had taken Alucard nearly three days to track down the mysterious blacksmith known only as Doru. Word was he wasn't human but he also wasn't a monster, just a being gifted with magic and strength too supernatural to be normal yet clearly no demon spawn.

Lifting his head to watch the moon and clouds Alucard remembered when he first came to the molten fields of .

It was the late evening and day was turning into night quickly. Alucard had fought through legions of mechanical abominations and survived various traps laid out in the forest and molten fields leading up to the volcanic mountain to reach this place.

The path before him was completely normal save for the jets of fire and steam that shot up from openings in earth. He took one step before his hand shot to Dark Pain, sensing danger already on top of him.

From the sky came four golden metal orbs that shattered the ground Alucard was formally standing on. Each orb transformed in a flash of fire and sparks to reveal mechanical soldiers, each seven and a half-feet tall. Alucard had encountered several of this creatures on his way to meet Doru but none had stood more than six feet tall.

One of the constructs rushed forward releasing a blade from its wrist and thrusts it toward the vampire. Alucard jumped up letting the blade plunge into the earth then wrapped his whip around the construct's arm. In one display of brute strength he tore the arm off watching the gears and sparks fly out. While it was in the air Alucard leaped into the air and kicked the severed leg right into the chest of another construct. Dark red energy coiled around Dark Pain on his command as he descended to the ground. Two constructs encircled him brandishing their blades in the moon's light.

SWOOSH!

They fell to the ground with flames erupting from their severed torsos. Alucard rushed toward the last four ignoring the fireballs they hurled his way. His fists left dent after dent in the metallic body of the largest construct. If he was still human every bone in his arm would have been broken but thanks to his vampiric strength the metal was as soft as a feather. To his side he sensed a construct raise its arm to flatten him only for his whip to wrap around it like a snake. Using the trapped metal monster as a mace he reduced two out of the remaining constructs into broken hemps. The last two constructs opened their chests to reveal furnaces that roared with white-hot fire that would burn Alucard to a crisp if he wasn't fast enough.

They blasted him simultaneously causing the ground to completely break apart in an explosion of rock and fire. The constructs peered around the area looking for any sign of the white haired vampire. Seeing nothing they turned to head back to their post.

CRANK!

The largest construct's head was torn clean from its shoulders by a pair of ghostly white hands then its body was hurled into cavern where it disappeared into the flames below. Before the last construct could react a sharpened hand found its way into its chest where it grasped the magic sprocket that animated it. The construct's fiery eyes found the cold yellows of Alucard's, if machines could have felt fear then the construct would have been paralyzed with it.

CRANK!

Like a mod of mud in the rain the construct collapsed leaving Alucard alone in the volcanic fields. The faintest sounds of grunting reached his ears causing him to spin around.

"Now, now sir. You invade my home, destroy my bodyguards and have the nerve to give me such an ashamed look. The stories were you were a man of discipline and honor." The voice sounded almost like gravel mixed with the turning of metal gears.

"That man died when he was slain by his father." Was Alucard's cold reply. "Are you Doru the Forger?"

A chunk of the earth peeled back to reveal a bulky figure moving up from what Alucard assumed was some underground chamber. Once the figure was standing before Alucard he was able to get a good look at the famed blacksmith; around six and a half feet tall, clad in dark and red armor that covered all expect his right arm which was covered by an iron-like gauntlet with white wrappings, and his face was concealed by a metal mask with only a long slit across the face plat to serve as eye-holes.

"And if I am? Are you here to kill me? Has one of my creations caused the death of a loved one of yours?" despite the deepness of his voice the former human knew the blacksmith was poking fun at him. Meaning he knew who he was and why he was here.

Alucard hadn't come to Mt. Gris to play games, especially with this man who seemed more metal than flesh. "I need you to forge a weapon for me. A sword."

"For what purpose? To slay a dragon Alucard?" He willingly gave himself away sensing he couldn't poke fun at him.

"To kill a monster." Alucard reached into one of the many pouches on his waist and withdrew one of the largest ones. "I've been told what you like in exchange for your services and I ahve gone to good lengths to collect it." He held up the pouch. Behind the open slit he could see orange light shine from where the left eye was supposed to be. "Do we have a deal Doru?"

Doru glared down at Alucard with an amused chuckle. "Of course. I take it you've brought something else for me too for this sword? Come inside my home."

Throughout the walk to Doru's cavern like him he noticed the quite rage the white haired vampire gave off. 'I pity the fool who tries to stand in his way if he can get this worked up.'

The term "house" didn't do the weapons maker home justice, fortress or workshop would have been a better fit. Fires burned in forges scattered through the area with metal, welding tools, and finished weapons occupying the walls. Some of the weapons liked like normal swords and axes while others were supernatural as evident by their unnatural beauty and glow. Finally Doru brought Alucard to a smaller chamber free of weapons or fire, a sort of living room.

"Care for a cup of blood?" he asked jokingly pointing at the liquid containers near a shelf adored with food.

"I didn't know you served vampires." His voice was so quiet and dead Doru had to strain to hear him.

"Oh I'll serve anyone who can afford me or offers me something I want. Anyways blood?"

"…Yes." His voice was still quiet but now had an undercurrent of anger to it.

After drinking three whole goblets of blood Alucard decided to pull out the broken stake piece he'd been carrying. Just holding it in his hands brought back dreadful memories of when he was on the receiving end of its sharpened point.

Taking it in hand Doru brought it close to his face plate. "You want me to make a sword from this? It'll be difficult but not impossible. Tell me this stake has a history doesn't it? It has tasted much blood yes?"

"More than you'll ever know." His fists tightened even more as the words came out of his mouth.

Doru had said it would take about three days for the sword to be completed and that was just fine with Alucard. He had time. After the battle at his castle he knew his father, Dracula, would need quite a bit of time to regain his strength.

'And when you do return it'll be for the last time.' Alucard promised bitterly feeling his anger rush through his veins. His cold, dead veins. Right next to him was one of Doru's table-sized plates. Against the moonlight it reflected Alucard's image giving him a good view of how he looked; pale and lifeless. 'Why father…why couldn't you let me just die in peace?' In that moment his anger got the better of him, his fist shattered the metal plate into pieces.

Still burning with anger Alucard slammed his fist into the blackened earth. The bursts of anger had been happening more and more every time he thought of his battle with his father and his transformation. Holding his fist in front of him he quietly quelled the sea of rage rising inside of him. His fist shoulder have been bleeding, broken. It wasn't.

Sitting back down Alucard hung his head low recalling all the things he felt when he awoke as a vampire. Shame. Anger. Horror. Most people would have been thankful for the second chance at life, Alucard wasn't.

"Live my son…live."

The term "live" had become a warped definition to Alucard. Now "live" meant making sure his father would be pay for all the lives he'd taken and his family's honor would be avenged. "Family…Sypha…Simon." Thankfully no one was around to hear the Belmont mutter the names of the two most important people in existence to him. Both his hands tightened at the thought of his son and his wife.

When Alucard had first meant Sypha he thought she was just a beautiful woman, not the skilled magic user he would come to love. Over time simple admiration became love. The sound of hammering and searing flames faded away, replaced by a meadow in spring, a stunning red headed woman sitting beside him watching the clouds. The same woman's smiling face and worried stares whenever he returned or left for a quest. By the time Alucard realized he was on the verge of tears he'd buried his head in his hands in despair.

He'd never be able to hold her in her arms again. 'All because of you. You murdered your own wife, killed my wife, killed me, and orphaned your own grandson.' Some times Alucard wondered if Sypha was alive would she accept him as he was now. She said she'd always love him no matter what but it was all pointless since Alucard could barely stand to look at himself. It was this same reason he never told Simon the truth when he met him in the castle. Sadness turned into pride when he remembered watching his son in battle. He wasn't able to see him grow up, wasn't able to help him grow up but his son turned out to be a strong and just warrior exactly like he always hoped. That was probably the only thing he had left to be grateful for.

'If he knew what would be his reaction?' Nightmares sometimes filled Alucard's sleep at the thought of facing his son in mortal combat. Nightmares of him slaying his son just like his father did to him. Alucard would have liked to believe such a fate would never befall him or his son but he wasn't the man he used to be.

As time passed he found himself carving out figures of his family and various figures with his sharpened nails. Stopping he realized he'd carved out the image of a Brotherhood knight. 'Can't fight fate huh?' Growling low in his throat Alucard tossed the wooden knight into an erupting tower of fire. His silted eyes watched every piece of the figurine go up in smoke with a grim pleasure. Slowly he began to throw the other Brotherhood figurines into the fires until they were all nothing but ashes. 'To hell with all of you.'

He was raised by the Brotherhood of Light, trained by them to be a warrior. The warrior they needed to kill the monster they knew his father would become. Reaching out next to him he turned in his hands the figurine of his father, Alucard wasn't sure if it was conscious or not but he'd carve one side to look like his father when he was human and the other to look like his vampire form.

"I pity you."

Deep down Alucard still pitied his father. He'd understood the horror he'd felt, the despair, and all the hatred he experienced when he learned it was by his wife had been killed by his own hand. 'You were nothing but a pawn like me…but that doesn't make what you did any less forgivable.' The figurine was crushed in less than a second after Alucard finished the thought, then its splitters were thrown into the fire. 'Even if it takes centuries I will remove this curse you've placed upon us all.'

An explosion of fire and dark energy erupted from one of the chimneys of Doru's forge alerting Alucard. He tossed all but two of the figurines into the fire not caring about them anymore. Inside he found Doru putting the finished touches on a magnificent sword. Sheathing it in a wood and steel sheath he handed it to Alucard while speaking in a proud voice, "I give you your new sword Alucard. By my honest to God words; it's one of the finest weapons I have ever forged."

Drawing the sword out Alucard was amazed to find the blade as a true example of expert craftsmanship. The sword was single edged, three eye like designs near the base of the blade, no guard, and a silver piece separating the two-handed handle. Holding it closer to see his reflection Alucard noted the faint smells of blood and death around the blade. Despite being a newly forged sword it was still made from the stake of the Combat Cross which had tasted the blood of countless beings. His blood included.

"Care to take it out for a practice match?" Doru chuckled leaning on one of his oversized hammers.

"Have you any constructs?"

Doru snapped his hands and less than a minute later the sounds of turning gears and steam could be heard outside. "More than you think young lion."

'Doru kept his word.' Alucard thought splitting a construct clean in half from shoulder to hip with the sword. It was the fifth construct he'd killed and he had to admit; the sword was perfect. Spinning on his heel he parried a strike from another construct attempting to sneak up on him. The moment the sword met the construct's wrist blade Alucard noted how its movements became extremely sluggish. In the short window of time it was off balance Alucard sliced the metal monster into four large pieces.

With vampiric speed he was across the field, burying the sword in the chest of another construct. The sword glowed a holy white as red energy leaked out of the construct's chest then collapsed to the ground. Removing the sword he threw it like a javelin, to his amazement it flew through three constructs without ever losing speed or strength.

CLUNK!

Alucard stepped aside just as a construct's foot crushed the ground he had once been standing on. In the blink of an eye he shattered its leg at the knee with one kick then did the same to two others. Five constructs surrounded him in a tight circle, all with their furnace blasters at the ready. Throwing out his hand Alucard summoned the sword back to him his hands. With a near animalistic-like roar he swung the sword in a circular rotation, eyes narrowed as white light extended from the blade and cut through each of the constructs like an axe through a tree.

"So what is the final verdict?" Doru asked stepping off his stool. "Are you satisfied?"

Twirling the sword into a reverse grip position Alucard bowed his head in gratitude. "It is better than I imagined. Doru you have my thanks."

Rather than make some kind of snide remark Doru nodded his head. "Were you able to figure out how it works?"

"From what I gather the sword is not only unbreakable but it also cuts and extinguishes magical energy regardless of the type. Its steel is both blessed and cursed making it a weapon for use against the divine and the demonic. On top of that after swinging it I realized the sword…"

There was an orange gleam in Doru's eye slits now. "Yes…I did."

"Somehow…you created a blade that seeks out the evil in its target and if it, the sword destroys it. Completely." Turning back to the constructs Alucard's voice was cold and filled with sorrow. "They were once people weren't they?"

"Convicts, thieves, rapists, and murders. Yes they had much evil stained within their souls. I figured vampires would not be the only thing you used that sword one. No, someone who walks the road you do is going to encounter all kinds of evil on both sides of the spectrum."

"Whoever I turn my blade on is because they deserve it." For a minute Alucard was shocked at how cold his own voice sounded.

"I've sent them to a better place."

'Heh…I sound just like him. Self-justification, how ironic.' Sheathing the sword Alucard turned to Doru with a questioning expression. "I'd ask how you did such a thing but I doubt you'd give me a straight answer."

Once again Doru's metallic laughter boomed in Alucard's ears. "You are correct. A good merchant must keep his secrets. Alucard…the sword is called Crissaegrim."

"…Fitting." Alucard sheathed the sword and turned towards the pathway that would lead him out of the forest and back into the word. "Thank you for all you've given me Doru, farewell."

"You're going to use it to kill your father? Your own flesh and blood?" Doru asked sounding almost sad.

"You already know the answer to that question."

"Do you really believe your father to be that much of a villain? Are you willing to slay him and prevent all the good he might do?"

"Good? Good!?" Alucard wheeled around, his eyes burning with raw hatred. "That monster can no more good than a tree can fly! His time to do good has come and gone! That man that I might have once called my father…that man I might have respected and loved is gone!"

Doru stepped a little closer not caring that at any moment Alucard could turn his weapons on him. "And what of the man once known as Trevor Belmont?"

"That…that man died the night he was staked by the man who once was his father. His father died the moment he realized what his fate was. Gabriel Belmont is dead. Trevor Belmont is dead. Now there is only Dracula and Alucard." The rage in his voice was cold enough to freeze over the lava that flowed endlessly through the mountains.

Doru did something Alucard didn't expect; he reached to the straps holding his face plate in place and unhooked them. To Alucard's shock the blacksmith's face was mostly human; brown hair darkened with ash-gray strands, a scared yet middle-aged face, his right eye a fierce blue while his left eye literally burned orange. Almost the entire left side of his face was covered in blackened scars that seemed to be more rock than flesh. His left eye glowed making Alucard realize it was literally a miniature fireball in the place of his eye socket. Despite the imposing stature Doru now presenting Alucard could feel the bitterness and sadness rolling off him. His eyes weren't angry, they were filled to the brim with things he knew all too well.

The sadness accompanying loss and the pain of carrying a hatred that would never die.

"Some friendly advice from one who fate has crippled to another; be careful of the road you walk. You never know when you might become the very monster you are trying to slay."

There was no mistaking the self-loathing in the vampire's voice as he continued on his path. "I've already become a monster…now my only purpose is to fight the monsters who would pray upon the defenseless."

Those were the last words he spoke before he disappearing into the darkness like the ghost he'd believed he'd become.

So how was this chapter? While Simon's chapter was a mix of despair and finding hope I wanted Alucard's chapter to focus a little more on anger and hopelessness. The sword backstory is completely made up (I'm bit of a sword nut) and how I think Alucard gets that sword we keep seeing in the trailers. When Lords of Shadow 2 comes out I'll adjust this chapter so it'll fit better with canon.

Doru-An OC I made up, his name is derived from the Romanian word dor meaning longing.

Razbunator-Romanian for Avenger/vengeful. Personally I thought it would be a fitting name.

Next chapter is going to focus either on Marie or Sypha.