Disclaimer: CastevaniaSoTN is not mine. No benefits here. Only OC characters are mine and plot. Whoever vampire or any characters that will be present in this fic from crossovers aren't mine as well.
Warning: Future slash. Offense? Do not read. AU and OC as well as few lingering OOCness warning. Please review at the end.
A/N and review responses will be noted at the end of every chap from this point on. Thank you.
Of Think Blood and Sins
by Hirame
It was uncalled for-- this unnerving feeling that had immediately washed over my being and my mind constantly screamed at that point that the mere involvement of someone, a creature, a third party, emitting such an implacable aura and role to something I myself do not yet comprehend gave my insides such an unusual disorientation. Fear was introduced to my knowledge despite it being unable to worm itself into my heart and emotions. At least, not yet, and I am hoping it never will. If it does anyway, I'll just humor things up and make myself content that I am able to feel such humanitarian surge...
But that doesn't erase now the fact that I am currently gazing into fathomless opals that seemed darker than the world I've known for many a thousand. Unfortunately, I did not know him nor did I know what is happening. I wasn't this irked by the longest time. Though, I will be patient.
At least, until my father gave me yet another reason to slay him at this moment. I have no doubt about the slaying part, just the reason this time is what I am curious about as silence stretched to every crack unseen in the vastness of this lavish room.
"How rude of me. I seem to forget my manners," the black-eyed man spoke as he bowed in grace... or mockery? I do not know. " Daemon Des Bounrovnik of the Kestronian Circle..."
"... and first childe of Seymour Feinricht Vascon."
Pain. It wasn't searing but most uncomfortable when it came as quickly as it went. Like an insisting memory. Seymour...? Where have I heard that name before? Someone... of importance? When? Where and who? I felt my usually passive features uncontrollably form a frown. Now, as I was once again staring into those unending holes with their hidden meanings, I never knew I could be further irked by how things are no going. But that was the biggest question now, wasn't it? What IS going on the first place?
This man, Daemon, seemed to have read my internal conflict, much to my disdain.
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Charming. Gazing into those mythical eyes that may easily pass as the nocturnal goddess's sweetest favor for any creature to come about, my soul felt being dissected into measurable portions. And wonders of all wonders, it doesn't feel as violating as it is supposed to be. Being analyzed for all your worth, I mean. The lovely is as irate as confused and I do not pass the blame to him. Leave that role to the Vampire Lord currently observing with tenor. Well, whatever it might be is no concern of mine despite my involvement, as I have my own. I admit that after my introduction, I had hoped to glimpse a form of recognition in those cool irises but it looks like I was asking too much... it has been, after all, 2000 years. Or is something else the matter? I smiled pleasantly after enough basking in that scanning attention...
Looks like this action of mine brought back his recollection of his supposed share of mannerism. At least, a bit of it.
"Alucard."
A smart one, he is. He found no further need for introductions as expected for someone like me, who looked like in association with the Vampire Lord himself- his father. He is right though, that I already know whatever things needed to know about him, as the dark vampire prince himself.
Ahh, the smell in the air. A whiff of distrust, confusion, annoyance and a mind running amok. Amusement was fighting within me; however, I knew when to be regal, patient and silently observant. And when I was like this, every fiber in my body knew that I was still in potential danger. But sweet danger it is, that this majestic prince of an angelic parody will be the one most likely to cause it. I am neither stupid nor ignorant.
" Very much pleased to make your acquaintance, your highness." I have always wanted to meet the one who my master gave his mind to...
"... As I am, monsieur Bounrovnik-" A tone colder than the deepest of catacombs in this very much alive abode.
"Ah, please. Just Daemon, my prince. I deserve nothing more."
"...Daemon then. If you will excuse me for a moment, for I" he turned his gaze then back to the Vampire Lord, "still demand what my beloved father is doing out of his supposedly permanent grave..."
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Bloodshot eyes remained their soft touch as it landed on opposing crystalline blue. His son did inherit his mother's elegance after all. Sometimes, such reminders did not bode well in his darkest decisions during his immortal life.
"Oh come now, my son. Do you constantly have to be all chary of me?"
"You keep on giving me the reason to."
He nonchalantly waved a hand and grimaced." Tsk. I should have been more careful of you, Alucard. You shouldn't have been exposed into...helping those disgusting spawns of the Belmont line."
"Those previous encounters were of my own accord. If any contrary circumstance was given, I would have fought you with or without a Belmont on the same side."
"Nonsense. Indeed, you have been taking most from your mother, especially in her beliefs. However, her death should have been the last lesson for you, boy. If that did naught in supporting your awareness in who you are and should be, then your nature should have driven you to the realization. You are a vampire, THE vampire prince whom I so favor, and you even hold my name in yours. It is only a matter of time before your true being realizes this."
A growl. "Humans are of no issue here, Dracula. Mother simply had compassion for all, and who is so much to receive than the lot who you so treat with most harshness, terror and dispose of like common rubbish with no dignity at all for the sake of dominion and pleasure? My mother's people. Your chosen wife's race. Her death should have opened your eyes, father. Not mine. Truly, I carry your name in mine..." Ice blue eyes narrowed. "... and if it is some of consolation, it is spelled backwards."
Crimson eyes hardened for a moment before losing its' edge once more and closed in resignation. "Very well. It seems that I cannot make you see your principles as insolence and ignorance-"
"Father."
"-for our kind." Silence. "But if you must know, I'm not really here now to do what you accuse of me."
'... Well then, if that is the only lie that you can provide me for now, then you wouldn't mind me staying here until further notice? It would be such an inconvenience to be so far away when the time comes for you to wreak havoc. " With that, Alucard turned around and proceeded to the massive doors that opened again upon sense.
"But of course my precious. Will you be staying in your old room? Just like the old times?"
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"Because you have an interesting company waiting for your arrival..."
And only the sound of wood shutting close was heard before silence now stretched far beyond the previously stated hidden cracks of the stately walls.
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In my annoyance, I paid no heed upon the endless count of corridors I passed or the curious gaze of the unmoving walls and corners that I know possess much life like the creatures that inhibit this place. I have mentioned before that if there was something I remotely appreciate about my father, it would be his natural sense to give anyone a straight and particularly frank answer. However, one does not appreciate such quality when he can give you straight and frank lies as much as he can give you straight and frank truths. For the moment, I suppose strolls such as the one I am having now can be beneficiary for me as I can momentarily give up my troubled thoughts and preoccupy them with whatever memories every persistent curve in this domicile is giving me.
Whatever did my father previously do to gain...well, these? For these pitiful creatures to voluntarily entrap themselves in this dwelling, in his service; to gain Death's unyielding loyalty; to have even this seemingly alive, unholy sanctuary that has a will of its' own to give him security much like of a child still in its' mother's womb? How was it that he was titled as the Vampire Lord himself? Was it really only the simple answer of the weak bowing to the will of the strong? Did he ever contain within that immortal body a semblance of humanity before? Truly, he must have. For there is no other reason for me to believe on how my mother and he came to be. That he was once a creature capable of loving as well and this was what my mortal mother drilled into my soul even as she spoke of forgiveness to man and died amidst burning suffering. And for what purpose? I guess I understand that only now. She wanted me to save him. She tried to show me that someone who lived and was fated in eternal damnation could be given a chance to salvation, if only shown.
Did I fail then? Decades have turned to millenniums and my father seems to be more driven to his calm insanity to destroy--- especially his "wretched humans". A couple of times in my childhood, he told me that I have taken from his beloved Lisa more than he could ever hope for in his progeny. He was constantly delighted of this, and I remained his favorite. I loved him then, and I couldn't say I have relieved myself of this filial love. Anyway, mother would have wanted it to remain that way.
I have arrived.
Nothing's changed, after all.
TBC
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A/N: October huh? *sigh* Looks like I have been gone for half a year. My sincerest apologies. But I would like to speak of the reasons of such delay: Studies, Officer errands, Meetings and duties, Exams and more exams, FF.net document manager refusing to acknowledge my saved fic files for update (mind you, somehow, only this was malfunctioning since I was still able to log in, though I cannot create or update stories/chapters-- this started about during the beginning of 2004...) and THEN my comp's turn to malfunction thus no internet at all. Let us hope that this would not happen again, yes? If there are any mistakes, please feel free to note :) I rarely take offense myself and it would be much appreciated.
Forgive me, since my comp broke down and malfunctioned, all of my advanced chapters of every fic I wrote while FF.net wasn't reading my saved files got, to put it bluntly, erased. I am weary despite already being on vacation now. The thought of everything lost takes a toll on any author, I suppose.
I will not blame you for complaining about my updating pace. It is, rather, quite inefficient for the author as a responsibility for the readers. I do hope, for those who thought I was going to leave this fic hanging and undone, to accept my apologies. That will be all.
Thank you for your time. Oh yes, one more thing, I am starting to look for a beta reader for my fics. Although if that someone will only accept this Castlevania fic, that is fine with me. If anyone is feeling responsive to this call, please review or you can personally contact me through e-mail. I am not so sure as to how to go about this since I have never gotten a beta reader before but I am aiming to improve so if anyone can help, I will be more than happy. :)
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Female Heero Yuy - thank you for you patience ^^ you are now very famous to me for your temperament, which I am fondly... quite scared of.
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-Hirame
