Old newspaper littered the alleyways. Reports of massacres were plastered on to the ground. Fliers flew like leaves in the fall, Fliers warning for parents to keep their children safe and for adults to keep themselves safe. Blood also littered the walls and concrete sidewalks of the city and its alleyways.
Tristam didn't care for any of these things as he sprinted far from the stadium, far from everyone. Tears were pouring on his face and he had wished there was a bit of his Lady left in his pocket. He felt his sides splitting, and his legs soon became numb from exhaustion, yet still he ran, his black hair with red strands flying wildly through the wind.
Tristam kept running until he finally tripped over one step and crashed on to the ground. The impact was hard on his head and using his hands to support himself up, he could see crimson drops on the white concrete steps. His head now throbbing he crawled up those glistening steps, still moving despite his exhaustion.
I won't go back…I will not…so much blood and death that surrounds me…I cannot go back to that!
Tristam whimpered as he pushed open the doors. Only candles littered darkness. Stain glassed windows appeared clear in the night and the altar was empty, free of those who had come for forgiveness and salvation.
I haven't been here in so long…but I feel safe here…he can't…he can't follow me…no one can haunt me here…another escape.
Tristam dragged himself into the chapel and the doors closed behind him. He slowly stood up and his heart felt at peace. The peace and ecstasy drugs and music had given him were inside of this holy place. He twirled around and fell onto the red carpet, gazing up on to the ceiling where statures of angels circled around him.
Forgiveness for that hunt, for that battle in which he had lost all hope of sanity and peace…this place…forgiveness…peace.
All he wanted…was peace.
He could hear soft footsteps on the floor and slowly he sat up. His eyes, naturally adjusted to darkness gazed over to a man who had just seem to enter the chapel. Tristam was silent as the man slowly bowed his head at the altar, yet didn't make the proper sign of the cross.
The man's light platinum blonder hair flowed after him. He wore a simple black trench coat, only the top few buttons left undone. The coat was wet, leaving Tristam to wonder how long he had stayed there, laying on the chapel floor…long enough so it rained?
Tristam slowly stood up an began to mutter a quick apology when he felt something…something from that man who now sat at the pews in front of the altar, calmly, as if waiting for him to say something. The feeling began to grow heavy around him and he stepped back to breathe.
"For many years I haven't entered a church…it's funny that now I should…" The man appeared to be talking to Tristam, who only stared back. The only sound echoing from the walls was the harsh breathing of the black haired young man. Finally, the man in the trench coat looked towards him, "I have never known Belmonts to run as fast like you…then again, I have known them to be able to teleport."
"You…you were the one calling me…leave me alone…" Tristam felt everything shake around him as he backed away more from this man…this monster, "Can you see all I want is peace!"
"Oh yes…peace…" The man looked forwards once more, "Peace with this?" only a second later a syringe flew from the man's hand, landing in front of feet of the shocked Belmont.
"How did you…"
"You were careless, careless in using that as a way for peace." The man still looked forward, his silver-blue eyes, "Your family was that of noble, strong men and woman who took on their destiny with pride and in fact, such strength that even I can't help but envy. But my circumstances are different…now seeing you." The man frowned, his eyes closed in thoughts, "Never the less…destiny calls for you."
"You don't know me!" Tristam felt no fear now, just anger at this…stranger for reminding him of someone he didn't want to be anymore. "I don't give a damn about fate, or destiny! I could care less for what my family were! I will NEVER hold that fuckin' whip again!"
"You, have no choice…" The man stood up and a red aura seemed to emit from him. The unsettling feeling around Tristam grew into a realization…
"You're…a vampire…" Tristam felt his anguish disappear into a cold fear. He felt bile rise up from his stomach, but even such face of his nightmare, he kept control, "You're…a vampire…how can you…you shouldn't be able to be here! The crosses they-"
"The crosses…yes they are painful aren't they…" the man simply stated, walking to a statue of a golden cross and gently resting a gloved hand on it, "However…if I can come here…then it must mean I'm…the father of evil you may say…or something else entirely. I am sure you wish not to find out if I'm either."
Tristam backed up until he fell onto one of the red cushions of the pews. Crawling on his back away from the man, he could feel a cold sweat run down his forehead, "Please…leave me alone…I don't want this…I thought…no I had hoped that you were all just nightmares…that you all were only a figment of my imagination…you're not real…"
The man towered of the cowering body of the Belmont. He grimaced slightly seeing such a strong ancestry line dwindle down to this…this cowering child. "Are you so weak?…any other Belmont would've either recognized me or try to kill me. Yet you are now whimpering in front of one who could be an ally…or…if in fact you are as weak as you hold yourself, an enemy…"
Tristam held on to the pew, cradling his body against the wood. He felt burning tears on his hands and still whimpered, wishing he was under the influence so that he can pass this on as another sinister nightmare, "Please…go away…" he murmured quietly, trembling as if Death as calling to him.
"I see I must take drastic measures and force you to go back to what fate intended for you…oh well…if you die…it will not matter." With an easy swift movement, Tristam felt the impact with the wall as the man latched on to his throat, pinning him. Blood went down side of Tristam's face and he desperately tried to pull the hand holding him away.
"L-let me go! Stop!" He felt air slowly leave him, his struggling more and more desperate.
"Not until you fight back."
"I am fighting bac-" the grip on his throat tightened and he coughed harshly, trying to suck back air.
"Not like this…but like the Belmont you are trying to hide from. Remember…it won't matter if you die."
Tristam soon stopped his struggling. Death…yes…that will give him peace and freedom…freedom from destiny. So simple…he let the man kill him…that's all…he will let this vampire kill him.
However…that was not so. At seeing him stop struggling, the man dropped Tristam easily, "Pathetic…is that what you wish for? To die?...Your blood must've been placed in the wrong body."
Tristam looked away…his throat felt bruise and somehow…he felt disappointment, "You're not going to kill me?"
"And waste my time? No, I am not." The man looked down at him with a sudden interest, "…despite how much the times changed, I never knew a man to wear something that large around his neck."
Tristam knew what he was talking about, "…it's nothing…a collar that's all."
"You're hiding something…something that may answer why you are so afraid of fate." The man knelt down in front of him and slowly moved a gloved hand towards Tristam's neck again…but not to choke him.
"Don't you dare touch it! Leave it alone!"
The man smirked at the boy's newfound defensive, even angry demeanor. Again, as swiftly as he had pinned Tristam to the wall, he ripped off the collar. "So…that's why you are so afraid."
Two small wounds stood out from the mass of pale flesh. Puncture wounds. Tristam immediately covered the scars with his hand, His eyes filling with despair, fear, but most of all…rage, "You son of a bitch…"
"A collar is for those who are enslaved…and no wonder you wear it. You are a slave to your fear…your fear of the ones you are supposed to hunt. Your fears of destiny…guess what…you can't hide from it anymore…"
Tristam slammed both his fists onto the ground, "You…you should've left me alone! You should've just leave me be! You fucking bastard! You should've killed me!"
So…now you will prove to me your real worth…The man smirked, "Like I said…why would I waste my time…"
Tristam stood up. His head hung low and he could feel an anger and hate run through him. He didn't notice his own aura of power surging through his vein.
The man stood there, calmly, "So…I'll actually be able to test your strength…" he slowly opened his trench coat, a sword pulled out from its sheath. Yet he didn't go into a fighting stance, "Go on and fight me."
Tristam eyes narrowed, "I won't fight you…I'll kill you!" He held out one hand, a blue flame surrounding it. With an inhuman speed he launched at the man, his silver eyes appearing to glow.
The man dodged, easily, "You're too inexperienced, how long has it been since you last fought?"
Tristam snarled, the power still glowing in his eyes and his hands. The blue flames from his hand launched out towards the man. If he had his whip, he could easily win such a fight, but that accursed artifact was not with him at the moment.
The man still held his calm demeanor. With a wave of his hand the flames vanished. He opened his eyes and saw that the boy was not in front of him. Did you run again? He felt something press against the back of his head and didn't turn to see who it was, "A gun? Well…I guess it is time you caught up with the weaponry."
"Shut up, first off my name is Tristam, secondly, I don't know who the fuck you are but you're lucky I didn't just go into your ploy of attack."
The man smirked, "You ended it so quickly…I didn't even have a chance to see the top of your strength…that was a weak show, but I still felt the fire of your ancestors in you…Tristam."
"Tell me who the fuck are you!" Tristam pressed his finger closer to the trigger, ready to shoot.
"My name is Alucard, Tristam, and the call for you has started. I'd suggest you take that gun down before I seriously decide to actually fight you."
"No."
Alucard sighed and lifted one hand.
The gun was thrown from Tristam's grip across the chapel, "What the…" Slammed yet again to the wall, he looked up to see red flames launch towards him…all around him. Immediately he got up and jumped, ran, dodged the flames, his fishnet shirt barely getting a singe.
Alucard quickly went after him, jumping from the ground, his sword poised. Just before Tristam can gain his gun, Alucard slashed down towards the boys' head.
Tristam rolled to as the sword made impact with the ground, grabbing at the gun. He rolled on to his back, the gun aimed and ready.
To his shock, no one was there, "Alucard! Where ever you are come out! You brought this upon yourself you bastard!"
Tristam still heard nothing but silence. He slowly became relaxed. Was that it…has he left me alone…?
A growl was his silent question's reply. A large black wolf leapt on to him from behind, knocking him down and trying to force its way towards his throat. Using his hands, Tristam tried desperately to push the creature back, using his gun to hit it across the head.
The wolf got off in him, shaking its head, leaving him enough time to stand. Before he can fully look around him, a fierce kicked knocked him down. He looked up only to see Alucard, his trench coat off and his cold gaze glaring back at him. He was about to move but then a sword blocked his eyes, also glaring into his eyes.
"It seems I have best you Belmont. Pity…I guess it will be me to end my father once again."
"Your…your father…?" The sword only moved closer to him.
"Yes…You can guess who is…you can sense him in my blood…but whether you guess or not is no concern…goodbye."
Alucard pulled the sword back and went to send the last strike.
Tristam's eyes widened. Yes…he did sense him…the father of the one who could kill him. Before the sword could reach his target, his hand gripped the blade firmly. Tristam stood up, now at level with the calm gaze of Alucards'. Tristam can feel the hate and power surge through him, "Dracula…your father…no wonder the wordplay…" Letting go of the sword, he watched as Alucard backed up. Tristam knew that once again he had an aura of power through him…but at the mention of the Count, it had multiplied. Tristam still held his gaze with Alucard and made a soft laugh, "You knew that somehow I would show my power…you had no intention of killing me…you knew I would… 'awaken', didn't you? Alucard…"
Alucard nodded, sheathing his sword, "I had to force some sense back into you. You can't escape fate, even if it is too horrifying to face. You are needed…for the sake of mortals…of humans."
Tristam growled, "I could care less about anyone. I tried to run away…but I guess…" he placed a hand at his neck…where the scars lay, "You or lady Destiny, won't let me."
Alucard merely stood silent.
Tristam looked up, "Fine…if that's how it must be, very well. I'll get this over with. Take me to my fate."
Part 2: Scars and Resolutions
Author Note: Longer than the last parts. So…Alucard has convinced the very unwilling Tristam…I could've EASILY made this something slash and yaoi…but this is not a yaoi story. No…sorry. And there isn't any romance yet but there will be. I know the battle is a bit weak, but I can't describe all the cool moves these people can do! A…a battle at the church…interesting. I don't care if Alucard seems OOC, no one is perfect…I tried my best. Besides, he is cold and I can't help but make him smirk and all…This took a while for me to write…but I'm happy with it…r/r…you know the drill.