Teach Me Sorrow
By Kyle Reddell
Summary
The year is 1999, and Adrian Farenheights Tepes, half-vampire son of Dracula, still wanders the earth. He founded The Council, a group of wise men hired to train potential vampire hunters, about 10 years earlier. For he knows the time approaches.
Kyle: OMFG FIC TIME YAY. R/R And i shall luff @ j00.
Alucard: Shut up.
Kyle: .__.;
Prologue
It's been too long.
He sat at the old wooden table, his right leg folded neatly over his left. His black petticoat hung low, just barely brushing against the dusty plywood floor. The room was empty, the only exception being himself, the table, and the chair on which he sat. An old book lay open in front of him, the first page blank except for four words on it. He leaned back in the chair for a moment, pondering what to write next. This would be the story.
His story.
Chapter 1
"You must be Adrian," a voice, young an strong, said to him. Turning around, the man was confronted by exactly who he was looking for.
"Ashton," Adrian said, his voice deep and forboding. "I've been called to--"
"Yes, I know," Ashton replied. The young man brought his right hand up and ran it through his deep brown hair. It was curly, a few bouncing tendrils lingering on his forehead. His eyes, the deepest of azure, were locked on Adrian. "The Council sent you to find me. They're so strict, I can't stand it. Why can't things be like back then? When there was no council to 'teach' me, no stuck up old geezers to teach me how to hunt?"
"Times have changed," Adrian said calmly. A small lock of snow white hair danced down to his pale forehead as Adrian's head leaned forward slightly. He quickly shook it back to its rightful place. "Your Bloodline has grown weaker. Without proper training, you would simple cease to exist."
"I realize that," Ashton replied. "But what would they know? They don't fight. They're not even of the Belmont line." Adrian cringed to the slightest at this word. True, Ashton was a Belmont, but he wasn't as strong as his ancestors. Adrian knew this, because, well..
"I must take you back to the boarding home," Adrian said, his lips moving delicately with each word that passed through them. "The Council has been worried sick."
"Why?"
"They fear the time is approaching." Ashton's eyes widened when Alucard spoke this. Taking a step back, he shook his head slightly.
"You can't be serious?" he said, his voice quivering ever so slightly. "I mean...are they sure?"
"Almost certain," Adrian said, remaining still. A soft breeze began to pick up slowly, carrying the black petticoat Adrian donned with it. His white hair rustled slightly in the wind, mimicing the motions of his jacket. "The Council needs you. You are the only living..." he stopped for a moment, considering his words. He hadn't spoken the name of Belmont in over a hundred years. That was for one certain reason. "...one of your line. Without you, there is hardly a chance."
"Seriously?" Ashton said. He gained slight confidence with this. Adrian chortled on the inside, finding it amusing how easily he could manipulate the feelings of a teenager. "I guess I could go back. I just.."
"You wanted to get away."
"Yes." Ashton's eyes shifted towards his feet. "I can't stand being at the home all the time. There's nothing for me to do there but train. I've mastered all of the techniques already. I don't know why they continue to press me."
"They need you, that's why."
"I guess."
"Come," Adrian said, turning around to face the wind. A few dead leaves scampered across the pavement they stood on. It was Autumn, and New York City's Central Park was certainly a beautiful place at that time of year. Adrian began to walk, but Ashton hesitated for a moment. Making up his mind, he followed along.
"Right."
Summary
The year is 1999, and Adrian Farenheights Tepes, half-vampire son of Dracula, still wanders the earth. He founded The Council, a group of wise men hired to train potential vampire hunters, about 10 years earlier. For he knows the time approaches.
Kyle: OMFG FIC TIME YAY. R/R And i shall luff @ j00.
Alucard: Shut up.
Kyle: .__.;
Prologue
It's been too long.
He sat at the old wooden table, his right leg folded neatly over his left. His black petticoat hung low, just barely brushing against the dusty plywood floor. The room was empty, the only exception being himself, the table, and the chair on which he sat. An old book lay open in front of him, the first page blank except for four words on it. He leaned back in the chair for a moment, pondering what to write next. This would be the story.
His story.
Chapter 1
"You must be Adrian," a voice, young an strong, said to him. Turning around, the man was confronted by exactly who he was looking for.
"Ashton," Adrian said, his voice deep and forboding. "I've been called to--"
"Yes, I know," Ashton replied. The young man brought his right hand up and ran it through his deep brown hair. It was curly, a few bouncing tendrils lingering on his forehead. His eyes, the deepest of azure, were locked on Adrian. "The Council sent you to find me. They're so strict, I can't stand it. Why can't things be like back then? When there was no council to 'teach' me, no stuck up old geezers to teach me how to hunt?"
"Times have changed," Adrian said calmly. A small lock of snow white hair danced down to his pale forehead as Adrian's head leaned forward slightly. He quickly shook it back to its rightful place. "Your Bloodline has grown weaker. Without proper training, you would simple cease to exist."
"I realize that," Ashton replied. "But what would they know? They don't fight. They're not even of the Belmont line." Adrian cringed to the slightest at this word. True, Ashton was a Belmont, but he wasn't as strong as his ancestors. Adrian knew this, because, well..
"I must take you back to the boarding home," Adrian said, his lips moving delicately with each word that passed through them. "The Council has been worried sick."
"Why?"
"They fear the time is approaching." Ashton's eyes widened when Alucard spoke this. Taking a step back, he shook his head slightly.
"You can't be serious?" he said, his voice quivering ever so slightly. "I mean...are they sure?"
"Almost certain," Adrian said, remaining still. A soft breeze began to pick up slowly, carrying the black petticoat Adrian donned with it. His white hair rustled slightly in the wind, mimicing the motions of his jacket. "The Council needs you. You are the only living..." he stopped for a moment, considering his words. He hadn't spoken the name of Belmont in over a hundred years. That was for one certain reason. "...one of your line. Without you, there is hardly a chance."
"Seriously?" Ashton said. He gained slight confidence with this. Adrian chortled on the inside, finding it amusing how easily he could manipulate the feelings of a teenager. "I guess I could go back. I just.."
"You wanted to get away."
"Yes." Ashton's eyes shifted towards his feet. "I can't stand being at the home all the time. There's nothing for me to do there but train. I've mastered all of the techniques already. I don't know why they continue to press me."
"They need you, that's why."
"I guess."
"Come," Adrian said, turning around to face the wind. A few dead leaves scampered across the pavement they stood on. It was Autumn, and New York City's Central Park was certainly a beautiful place at that time of year. Adrian began to walk, but Ashton hesitated for a moment. Making up his mind, he followed along.
"Right."