Chapter Three

Dracula's son...No way...

In every way, he should not have been alive. Yet there he was, alive and putting a clean [albeit a little dusty] white tunic on with a black coat with gold embroidery on the cuffs and hem and collar. And Trevor knew he was alive, or at least half alive, because just moments before, he could feel the warmth radiating off of Alucard.

And vampires did not have body heat. Or even beating hearts. This dhampir had both.

"Have you heard of the Sleeping Soldier tale of this town?" he suddenly asked.

Trevor was taken aback. He thought that he had made himself clear that he knew. "Yeah," he answered.

Alucard's attention went to Sypha, the red-head Speaker who joined the Belmont on his adventure down a hole.

"You are a Speaker, correct?"

"Um, yeah..." Her answer seemed a little akward, but Trevor didn't blame her. With those vacant, uncaring gold eyes boring into you, it was difficult to make a coherent sentence. You felt as though you would be swallowed up and die in a monster's stomach; like a cobra was about to strike your defenseless body.

"Good. I need a Magician and a Hunter."

"Huh?" Trevor cocked his head to the side with a furrowed brow. "Whatcha talking about, vampire?"

"The prophecy, it said that I shall need a Scholar and a Hunter, and look who I have here."

They caught on quickly.

"Right," Sypha started. "But how did you know that I could use magic?"

It was a good question. Alucard had never seen Sypha use her magic before. There was no way that he would know. It was probably just a guess.

"I could smell it in your blood," was the reply they weren't expecting.

It creeped them out, and made Sypha chuckle nervously as shivers ran down their spines.

"Right..."

"Now, let's get going. We have my father to kill."

Even though it pained him, Alucard knew that he had to do this. He had to kill his father.

Dracula was going insane. It wasn't safe for anyone. That was proven when he turned his claws and lashed out on his own son who was but a child at the time.

He would kill Dracula. With this Speaker magician and a vampire hunter from the lost Belmont clan.

A light sigh escaped the dhampir's lips.

What a strange group we are.

An ache ran through his scar at the thought of his father, keeping away any traces of an amused smile that would have otherwise emerged.

No matter how much Alucard told himself that he hated his father, to make the eventual patricide easier, it just made his mind think of the happy memories of him, Dracula, and his mother, Lisa.

It made him even more disgusted with himself. That he would have to kill the last remaining half of the whole that created him.

But Trevor proved as a pleasant distraction. Well, most of the time, pleasant. He was annoying, sure, but he was also witty and could take a few blows, insult or physical. And with Sypha there to keep the drunk in line, and to keep Alucard company, the begining of their journey was fairly nice.

And by begining, Alucard meant the first five minutes. As soon as they left Alucard's...tomb, Trevor started complaining.

"Ugh! Why didn't you build those stupid mechines of yours sturdier? Now we hafta climb all the way back up to the top from the rubble and the walls."

"Well, maybe if you treated them nicely, the mechines wouldn't have fallen."

Sypha scratched her cheek. "Well, they were quite rusty..."

Alucard was just about to deny that statement when they came upon the ruins of the metal support beams or the cogs.

They were really rusty.

"Oh."

A small smile stretched Sypha's lips, while beside her, Trevor smirked smugly.

"How long were you sleeping for?" She asked.

The dhampir didn't actually know. He was asleep, after all.

"What is the year of your Lord?"

"1476," was Sypha's quick answer.

"Then around seven years, then."

"Seven years?! What point would you have to sleep that long?"

Trevor didn't say it, but Alucard could see the embers of curiosity in his blue eyes.

"You have seen my scar. My father gave me that wound when I tried to stop him from killing the humans. Then, I went here to rest and heal."

A small expression of pity could be seen on the Speaker's face.

Alucard hated it.

He didn't need to be pitied. There was nothing to pity. He was strong, he could handle himself.

Just as he was about to voice this, Trevor turned and shrugged. Alucard lips parted in surprise.

"Well, you better not lose again to your old man. If you do, you'd probably get grounded again."

A playful note coated his words as he began to walk away.

"You don't want that to happen, do you?"

Alucard couldn't help it. His chest felt so light after that playful jab.

It started as a chuckle, but then it grew.

He laughed.

Trevor didn't want to admit it, but Alucard's laugh was beautiful. Like the chiming of bells.

He didn't voice his thoughts, however, and instead chose to stand to the side with a smirk and crossed arms as he watched the cool and collected dhampir laugh.

But as quickly as it started, it was over. The cold loneliness was back in his eyes. You could feel his solemn aura from across the room. It was quite depressing, in all found himself wondering why the dhampir was so gloomy all the time as they made their way up the hole.

I understand why he would be a bit down, given that his father was Dracula, and the bastard kinda almost killed him on purpose. Not to mention, his mother was burned for being a witch. He must've been pretty young given the amount of time he was sleeping. Either that, or he just looks young and he's really a thirty year old man.

Trevor shuddered. That just made everything a whole lot creepier.

Drive it out of your mind! Drive it out of your mind, Trevor! Think about something else. Food...Alcohol...Bar fights...Starvation...Dying children...Human extinction...Okay, this is really not helping!

With a slight shake of his head, Trevor stopped thinking all together, instead focusing on where to place his hands of the ruins of the metal structures.

He was starting to get tired of all this climbing, and falling, and fighting. He was hungry, for God's sake! He had only a small sliver of goat for over a day! No alcohol either.

Grumbles of complaint could be heard under the hunter's breath, only made worse at the sight of Alucard climbing the ruins with ease, not even a sweat on his perfect brow.

"Damn, vampire..." Trevor growled.

"What was that, Belmont? Thought I heard something. Was it an insult directed at me?"

Of course Alucard heard. Just his luck. Why couldn't they had just found an actual corpse instead of this annoying, good looking, witty vampire, who just so happened to be Dracula's son? Did they really need him? Could Trevor just kick him off the nearest cliff when he could? They wouldn't miss him. It'd probably be better without him.

Ugh...but then Sypha will be mad at me, and I don't want to be burned alive or frozen. Guess we have to keep him...What a pain.

The hike up the hole continued without any conversation except for the occasional jab, and with sore limbs, the group finally made it to the top. But Alucard was fine, though, actually appreciating the exercise to warm him up. That just proved to make Trevor angry, yet he was too tired to fan that flame and it was snuffed out quick enough.

One thing Trevor could give to the vampire was that he let them catch their breath before saying, "Let's head to the next town, shall we?"

Trevor was just about to say, 'we shall not', but Sypha was quick to agree.

"Yes, let's. There's a small town close to here, maybe eight or so miles away, that has an inn and stores. It would be wise to get there soon."

"Indeed, but we would have to travel on foot if we leave tonight. That would be unwise in case of monster attacks."

Trevor was spralled on the grass still, staring up at his two companions as they discussed plans. He would later refuse to admit that he had paid no attention to their conversation whatsoever, to tired to even think.

I got too rusty.

At last, the two metally capable ones had come to an agreement, to stay in the town til the next afternoon before leaving. This way they could say good-bye to Sypha's family as they left the city per Trevor's command and get a horse and carriage to make their journey easier.

As for where they would stay, it would be in the ruined remains of Sypha's latest temporary home. They could light a fire to keep warm, then sleep throughout the night.

Yet when it finally came to the sleeping bit, even though Trevor was exhausted, he couldn't fall asleep. Instead, he chose to watch through slited eyes, the perfect creature of purity and sin that sat guard at the giant, gaping hole in the front of the house.

Trevor couldn't not notice how the moonlight gently enveloped him, making his golden hair a shade of silver, and his eyes seem glossy. The light reflected off his blade that was stabbed into the dirt at his side, like a beacon calling the angels.

His coat sat in a neat pile next to him, hidden behind the brick wall.

His posture was perfect, and as Trevor's eyes began to notice a bit of discolouring on his arm, the creature who he was so curiously examining spoke in his hushed voice, only about an octave higher than his own.

"Why do you continue to stare at me so?"

Another chapter! Trevor's being kind of a jerk. But that's normal. Also, in case any of you were wondering, Alucard is just about 18 in this fic. Trevor would be around nineteen. Sypha would be more around Alucard's age. I think this is my longest chapter for this fic. Yay, me! And at 2:14 in the morning, too! Right after the Super Bowl and my grandpa's birthday, also. It was a big day. Must've been because of all the Castlevania streams I watched today and the Smash Ultimate Castlevania music I'm listening to right now. It's really good. Go listen to it. Anyways, hope you enjoyed, and leave some reviews telling me what I can do to make this better for you guys and improve my writing for it.

Bye-bye-

Majesty