Chapter 1
Castlevania...
"I must say, Jeremy, you picked the worse job. Sure, you kill a lot of humans, but your skin decays after a long time. You remember your predecessor..."
Jeremy glared at his demon familiar. "That's enough. I knew what would happen when I accepted this job."
The familiar sighed, looking over Jeremy's long, pale fingers. "I'm just speaking my mind..."
Suddenly, there was a knock on Jeremy's door. "Enter."
A human familiar entered, grinning brightly. Jeremy glared at him. "What's wrong with you? Count Dracula's gonna make you a vampire?"
"He will, once we finished the job," said the human, still grinning.
"What job? What do you mean 'we'?"
"You've been assigned to get Count Dracula's daughters back. They've been spotted in San Diego, California in America."
"Why don't you get them back? It's none of my concern."
"Well...we've only confirmed the presence of one of them. Lady Delilah."
Jeremy flinched. Delilah....
"So, what do you say? Are you okay with working with me?"
Jeremy stood. "I'm going. But I can do it alone." He brushed past the human and left the room. He was putting his gloves o his hands, and his familiar seated itself on his shoulder.
The human ran after him. "I'm coming too! The Count promised to make me a vampire!"
In America...
Delilah pushed her coffin open. Another evening, another town to feed...
"It's about time you got up," said Gabriella. "We've been calling you for quite some time."
"I know, I know," said Delilah. She stepped out of her coffin. "So, where are we gonna go?"
"I'm not sure if we should even go outside," said Marguerite. "I mean, you came in contact with a human familiar, and all."
"Why didn't you just kill him?!" demanded Gabriella. "It would've saved us all a lot of trouble."
"Gabriella, we haven't killed anyone in at least two hundred years, after we learned to take some blood, and not all of it," said Delilah. "Besides, I'd be sinking to our father's level. He likes to kill humans."
"What's more important is that we keep a good lookout," said Marguerite. "We can't trust anyone. And we kill only if it's necessary. Got it?"
"Fine," said Delilah and Gabriella.
A few minutes later...
"Okay, we'll split up as usual," said Marguerite. And we'll meet back here in twenty minutes. Don't go wandering, because I don't want to look for either of you. And be careful of who you run into. Remember, the human familiars have a tattoo on the back of their wrist."
"We know, already," said Gabriella. "Can we go now?"
"Yes. See you both in twenty minutes."
The three sisters departed. But they didn't see the eyes that were watching them.
"You took quite a nasty fall, sir," said Delilah, sitting a middle-aged man up. His neck was swollen from her bite, but the swelling was disappearing. "Are you okay?"
"Ugh...I can't remember falling," muttered the man, dizzy from her bite and brainwashing. "Am I hurt bad?"
"Not at all. But you should get home and rest. Maybe even take a day off."
"Sure. Um, thanks." He got up, then walked away, still looking dazed.
Delilah checked her watch. Five minutes...
"Excuse me, miss, but I need to ask you a question," said someone. Delilah turned to see a man dressed in exotic clothing.
"Um, what's the question?" said Delilah, starting to walk away.
"Do you, at all, miss you father?!" it was a demand, not a question. The man lashed out and grabbed her arm roughly.
"Let me go!" Delilah growled, digging her nails into the man's hand. The man let go, but Delilah still saw it.
A tattoo on his wrist. The mark of Dracula.
"You're a damn familiar!!" said Delilah.
"Not just any familiar," said the man. "One who's on the road to becoming a vampire. But I have to get you home, Lady Delilah. And your two sisters."
Delilah punched him full in the face, making him fly through the air. She looked down to see his blood on her knuckles, but she wiped it away on her jeans. The blood of a human familiar was the filthiest of all humans.
She ran down the street to the place she was to meet her sisters. The encounter had her fired up.
Suddenly, someone grabbed her from behind. Before she had time to react, a hand clamped over her mouth and she was flying into the air.
Marguerite sent her victim on her way, feeling more awake than she was before.
Just then, she felt something poke her back. She knew well enough that it was wood.
"Stand up, parasite," a voice hissed. She knew the kind of person who spoke like that.
A vampire hunter.
"Do you have any last words before I stake you?"
"No." Marguerite used her fast speed to grab the stake before it pierced her. She twisted it out of the person's hands, making it fly far away from them. Then she turned to see who it was.
A boy, looking to be about sixteen. His coal black hair fell into his face in a mess from the struggle. His cold blue eyes were glaring at her with pure malice.
"You're a vampire hunter?" said Marguerite. "Honestly, don't you have anything better to do with your life?"
"Shut up, parasite!" yelled the boy. "I'm not a vampire hunter. I'm a werewolf hunter. But sometimes, I kill vampires. It doesn't matter. You all are the same."
"First of all, it's impolite to call someone a parasite. Secondly, this is a dangerous job. If I wanted to, I would've killed you the minute the stake got out of your hands."
"Then why didn't you?!"
"Because I don't kill anymore."
"Do you expect me to believe that?! That's the biggest lie I've ever heard!!!"
"You saw me feed! Did I kill that girl?! I didn't!! What more proof do you want?!"
The boy paused, as if trying to think of an answer. But he got to his feet. "It doesn't matter. Your kind will be wiped out. Dracula is back and he's in Romania. I'll kill him and rid the world of you parasites!!" With that, he ran down the street.
Marguerite stood there, looking stunned. God, what next...
Gabriella looked at her watch, and then looked around. God, they're both late...
"Let me go!" yelled Delilah. She struggled against the person who held her. Then they let her go.
Delilah got to her feet, looking around. She was outside San Diego.
"Oh, you asshole. Who the hell-" She spoke as she turned to the person. When she saw who it was, she felt her heart stop.
"My Lady. The Count wants you and your sisters back," said Jeremy.
His familiar was at his side.
Delilah felt her knees give out. "Jeremy...why you? Why did Father send you?!"
"He wants you all back," he repeated. "I'm just doing orders."
"And...why do you wear that cloak? That's..."
"I am the Count's newly appointed Death. But as you see, my hands are gloved."
"I'm not going back to him. You can't make me!"
"...."
"If you force me back, I'll never forgive you. I swear it!"
Jeremy sighed. "My Lady, I won't force you anywhere. I'll leave you alone for now. But as long as the Count says so, I'll keep coming to get you and your sisters' back. Farewell." Then he was gone.
Delilah still sat there, looking shocked. Why did Father send him? Why...
"Why didn't you just take her, Jeremy? It'd save you a lot of trouble," said the demon familiar.
"I have my reasons," said Jeremy.
"Is it because she said she'd never forgive you? Don't tell me you're still in love with her."
"Be quiet."
"She is beautiful. But I'd do something about her attitude..."
"I said be quiet!"
"Fine, fine. We might as well report to the Count his daughters don't want to come back."
"Right," said Jeremy, but his attention was on Delilah, who was getting to her feet. Her face was etched in emotional pain. Delilah...please forgive me...
Note: Whoo. That was too long. Oh well, this is the start of a big epic. I hope everyone enjoys this fanfic so far and will enjoy the next couple of chapters. Please R&R.
Castlevania...
"I must say, Jeremy, you picked the worse job. Sure, you kill a lot of humans, but your skin decays after a long time. You remember your predecessor..."
Jeremy glared at his demon familiar. "That's enough. I knew what would happen when I accepted this job."
The familiar sighed, looking over Jeremy's long, pale fingers. "I'm just speaking my mind..."
Suddenly, there was a knock on Jeremy's door. "Enter."
A human familiar entered, grinning brightly. Jeremy glared at him. "What's wrong with you? Count Dracula's gonna make you a vampire?"
"He will, once we finished the job," said the human, still grinning.
"What job? What do you mean 'we'?"
"You've been assigned to get Count Dracula's daughters back. They've been spotted in San Diego, California in America."
"Why don't you get them back? It's none of my concern."
"Well...we've only confirmed the presence of one of them. Lady Delilah."
Jeremy flinched. Delilah....
"So, what do you say? Are you okay with working with me?"
Jeremy stood. "I'm going. But I can do it alone." He brushed past the human and left the room. He was putting his gloves o his hands, and his familiar seated itself on his shoulder.
The human ran after him. "I'm coming too! The Count promised to make me a vampire!"
In America...
Delilah pushed her coffin open. Another evening, another town to feed...
"It's about time you got up," said Gabriella. "We've been calling you for quite some time."
"I know, I know," said Delilah. She stepped out of her coffin. "So, where are we gonna go?"
"I'm not sure if we should even go outside," said Marguerite. "I mean, you came in contact with a human familiar, and all."
"Why didn't you just kill him?!" demanded Gabriella. "It would've saved us all a lot of trouble."
"Gabriella, we haven't killed anyone in at least two hundred years, after we learned to take some blood, and not all of it," said Delilah. "Besides, I'd be sinking to our father's level. He likes to kill humans."
"What's more important is that we keep a good lookout," said Marguerite. "We can't trust anyone. And we kill only if it's necessary. Got it?"
"Fine," said Delilah and Gabriella.
A few minutes later...
"Okay, we'll split up as usual," said Marguerite. And we'll meet back here in twenty minutes. Don't go wandering, because I don't want to look for either of you. And be careful of who you run into. Remember, the human familiars have a tattoo on the back of their wrist."
"We know, already," said Gabriella. "Can we go now?"
"Yes. See you both in twenty minutes."
The three sisters departed. But they didn't see the eyes that were watching them.
"You took quite a nasty fall, sir," said Delilah, sitting a middle-aged man up. His neck was swollen from her bite, but the swelling was disappearing. "Are you okay?"
"Ugh...I can't remember falling," muttered the man, dizzy from her bite and brainwashing. "Am I hurt bad?"
"Not at all. But you should get home and rest. Maybe even take a day off."
"Sure. Um, thanks." He got up, then walked away, still looking dazed.
Delilah checked her watch. Five minutes...
"Excuse me, miss, but I need to ask you a question," said someone. Delilah turned to see a man dressed in exotic clothing.
"Um, what's the question?" said Delilah, starting to walk away.
"Do you, at all, miss you father?!" it was a demand, not a question. The man lashed out and grabbed her arm roughly.
"Let me go!" Delilah growled, digging her nails into the man's hand. The man let go, but Delilah still saw it.
A tattoo on his wrist. The mark of Dracula.
"You're a damn familiar!!" said Delilah.
"Not just any familiar," said the man. "One who's on the road to becoming a vampire. But I have to get you home, Lady Delilah. And your two sisters."
Delilah punched him full in the face, making him fly through the air. She looked down to see his blood on her knuckles, but she wiped it away on her jeans. The blood of a human familiar was the filthiest of all humans.
She ran down the street to the place she was to meet her sisters. The encounter had her fired up.
Suddenly, someone grabbed her from behind. Before she had time to react, a hand clamped over her mouth and she was flying into the air.
Marguerite sent her victim on her way, feeling more awake than she was before.
Just then, she felt something poke her back. She knew well enough that it was wood.
"Stand up, parasite," a voice hissed. She knew the kind of person who spoke like that.
A vampire hunter.
"Do you have any last words before I stake you?"
"No." Marguerite used her fast speed to grab the stake before it pierced her. She twisted it out of the person's hands, making it fly far away from them. Then she turned to see who it was.
A boy, looking to be about sixteen. His coal black hair fell into his face in a mess from the struggle. His cold blue eyes were glaring at her with pure malice.
"You're a vampire hunter?" said Marguerite. "Honestly, don't you have anything better to do with your life?"
"Shut up, parasite!" yelled the boy. "I'm not a vampire hunter. I'm a werewolf hunter. But sometimes, I kill vampires. It doesn't matter. You all are the same."
"First of all, it's impolite to call someone a parasite. Secondly, this is a dangerous job. If I wanted to, I would've killed you the minute the stake got out of your hands."
"Then why didn't you?!"
"Because I don't kill anymore."
"Do you expect me to believe that?! That's the biggest lie I've ever heard!!!"
"You saw me feed! Did I kill that girl?! I didn't!! What more proof do you want?!"
The boy paused, as if trying to think of an answer. But he got to his feet. "It doesn't matter. Your kind will be wiped out. Dracula is back and he's in Romania. I'll kill him and rid the world of you parasites!!" With that, he ran down the street.
Marguerite stood there, looking stunned. God, what next...
Gabriella looked at her watch, and then looked around. God, they're both late...
"Let me go!" yelled Delilah. She struggled against the person who held her. Then they let her go.
Delilah got to her feet, looking around. She was outside San Diego.
"Oh, you asshole. Who the hell-" She spoke as she turned to the person. When she saw who it was, she felt her heart stop.
"My Lady. The Count wants you and your sisters back," said Jeremy.
His familiar was at his side.
Delilah felt her knees give out. "Jeremy...why you? Why did Father send you?!"
"He wants you all back," he repeated. "I'm just doing orders."
"And...why do you wear that cloak? That's..."
"I am the Count's newly appointed Death. But as you see, my hands are gloved."
"I'm not going back to him. You can't make me!"
"...."
"If you force me back, I'll never forgive you. I swear it!"
Jeremy sighed. "My Lady, I won't force you anywhere. I'll leave you alone for now. But as long as the Count says so, I'll keep coming to get you and your sisters' back. Farewell." Then he was gone.
Delilah still sat there, looking shocked. Why did Father send him? Why...
"Why didn't you just take her, Jeremy? It'd save you a lot of trouble," said the demon familiar.
"I have my reasons," said Jeremy.
"Is it because she said she'd never forgive you? Don't tell me you're still in love with her."
"Be quiet."
"She is beautiful. But I'd do something about her attitude..."
"I said be quiet!"
"Fine, fine. We might as well report to the Count his daughters don't want to come back."
"Right," said Jeremy, but his attention was on Delilah, who was getting to her feet. Her face was etched in emotional pain. Delilah...please forgive me...
Note: Whoo. That was too long. Oh well, this is the start of a big epic. I hope everyone enjoys this fanfic so far and will enjoy the next couple of chapters. Please R&R.