Disclaimer: Castlevania is the property of Konami.

Now, before the story begins, there are a few things you need to know. First, this will take place in the modern times. Second, it will begin with a Belmont descendant living in the U.S. And finally, it will be an original character. Give it a chance, you might like it. Also, this is my first attempt at a serious fic, so please go easy on me. With that said, on with the fic!

Castlevania: Sonnet of legends

Chapter 1

The Calling

Rachael Belmont, a descendant of the Belmont clan, whose great grandparents immigrated to America, was in her room, typing up her college homework on her computer. She wouldn't normally be working so much, but her mom made her study hard.

Rachael's mom was somewhat on the strict side. She always was overprotective of her only two children. Ever since her husband went on a business trip to Romania, but never returned, she didn't want to risk losing the only family she had left. Sure, they had her father in law, but she didn't like the nonsense he used to talk about. Things like vampires, demons, destiny and stuff.

Although Rachael herself didn't believe her grandfather, she loved to hear about the stories of her descendants. How they always fought the fabled Count Dracula over the centuries. He would always tell her and her brother to always be prepared if he should ever be risen again. She chuckled to herself at how her brother would always take what he said so seriously.

While she was in her half daze, her voicemail snapped her out of it. She opened up the instant message board, and to her delight, was her internet pal, whom she spoke to for over a year. He went by the penname 'Lawyer of Darkness' or 'LD' for short. She always went by the penname 'Destiny.'

"Destiny? Are you there?" he typed.

"Yes, I am." She typed back. "Great to hear from you again."

"So how is it in America?"

"Alright, I guess. Just me, my brother, my mom, and my homework. And you? Are you enjoying England?"

"Quite frankly, I am. In fact, I'll be going on a business trip soon."

"Really? To where?"

"You know. Here and there. Wherever the money takes me."

Rachael laughed. She always thought his quest for money was amusing. "That sounds just like you!"

"Have you ever done any traveling?"

"Nope. I once wanted to travel to Romania. You know, just to see what my grandpa was so uppity about. But my parents wouldn't let me. She said it might be a bad influence."

"Really? How so?"

"Well..can you keep a secret?"

"I have all these months, haven't I?"

"Okay then. You see, my grandpa believes that Dracula was a real person, and not just a historical figure."

"Hmm..quite the superstitious one, wasn't he?"

"You bet he is! He even has my brother believing that our ancestors were vampire hunters. Isn't that hilarious?"

There was quite a long pause before he finally responded. After a few minutes, she typed again. "LD? Are you still there?"

After a few more seconds, he responded. "I am just fine. I was rudely interrupted." Then he went back on the subject. "So tell me. What were the last names of these so called 'vampire hunters?'?"

"Why does it matter?"

"Let's just say that I have a fascination for old stories."

"Well, you're not gonna believe this, but they're supposed to be Belmont's."

"Ah, I see. So you're last name is Belmont?"

"Exactly, which is why my grandpa can blow this all out of proportion."

"Quite understandable. Pity, though, isn't it? Wouldn't it be quite an adventure if it 'was' real?"

"Well yeah, if it was real..."

After a short pause, she typed in something else. "LD? We've been talking for over a year now, and I have no idea what you look like."

"I can say the same for you."

"Well, I have blond hair that reaches to my waist, I'm 5' 7", age 20, and I have pale skin."

"Pale? I'm surprised you didn't say 'cream colored.'"

"If only. Unfortunately, I can't say that. I also wanted blue eyes like my mother, but I wasn't so fortunate in the gene pool. I'm not ugly, mind you. I'm actually a little pretty. I'm just not ravishing, not that I care. In fact, all I ever wear are blue jeans and tank tops."

"So you're not vain. Nothing wrong with that."

"So enough about me! What do 'you' look like?"

"Well...I must confess that I'm somewhat of an older gentleman."

"That's okay. I had a feeling you were."

"Anyways, my attire usually consists of business suits, dark sunglasses, and a derby on my head. I'm 5' 9", and have a goatee."

"Sounds cool!"

"You have no idea..."

Rachael wasn't sure what he meant by that, but she shrugged the thought off. Before she had a chance to type something else, he had already typed in another message.

"You know, one of my business errands involve a trip to Chicago, Illinois. If you're around, perhaps we could meet?"

"Really? You're headed to Chicago? Cool! That's the area where I live!"

"What a splendid coincidence. Perhaps we can meet somewhere for a spot of tea."

"I'm not too partial for tea, but how about a cappuccino at the local Starbucks?"

"....Did you just say 'Starbucks?"

"Yep. I go there often with my friends."

"Funny you should often go to that place. I have a business appointment with 'just' those precise people."

"Cool! How did that happen?"

"It's quite a long story, so I'll just tell you about it when we meet there tomorrow at 4pm, Central daylight time. Exactly 30 minutes after my business is over."

"Oh. But how are you gonna get here so fast?"

"I'm already on the plane, and should arrive there at 4 in the morning."

"4?! You don't sleep much, do you?"

"Not really. I'm what you would call a 'night' person."

"Ohh, I get it now! Kind of like a workaholic, right?"

"Err, yes. Something like that."

Then she looked at the time, and gasped. She didn't realize how much time had gone by.

"Listen. I have to go now. This report is due tomorrow, and I need to finish it quickly. Bye!"

"Until tomorrow, farewell."

Then he disconnected. When he did, she immediately went to typing as quickly as possible.

While she was typing, her mother walked in to check up on her. When she saw that her daughters' homework wasn't done yet, she frowned.

"You're still not done?" she asked sternly.

"No, not yet." Rachael answered.

"....You were talking online again, weren't you?"

"What makes you say that?"

"The fact that you can't hide anything from me." Then she continued. "Have you even met the person?"

"Yes, I have." It technically wasn't a lie...as long as she really 'did' meet him tomorrow.

"Well, as long as you've met him before." Then she sighed. "You know, your father was often this secretive of his friends. I hope that 'you' don't make the same mistake."

"Yeah, I know."

"Well, good night. Don't stay up too late." Then she left.

After two and a half straight hours of typing, she finally printed out her report, and went to bed.

Morning

Rachael had overslept, and was rushing out the door to meet her carpool. She wore her usual blue jeans, white tank top, and black open toed sandals. She got in the car, closed the door, and it sped away towards the college district.

Meanwhile

The location was Starbucks. The manager was getting things ready for their financial benefactor. He was a bit chubby, wore a red vest, black pants, and black hair with a receding hairline. After preparations were complete, he spoke to his employees.

"Now be prepared, everyone. If it wasn't for this man, Starbucks wouldn't be what it is today. Now just keep everything clean, and this afternoon, we'll give our best impression."

Unfortunately, the second he finished his sentence, one of the employees ran towards him.

"He's here! He's here!"

"What?!" The manager exclaimed. "How?! I didn't even see him enter!"

"I'm not sure, sir. However, he's inside your office."

"Alright, then. I'll go. Just keep the business flowing as usual." Then he walked inside his office.

When he shut the door, there the guy was. He was behind the managers' chair, holding a briefcase, and donning a blue business suit, red necktie, blue derby, and dark sunglasses.

"Ah, Renon. Pleasure to see you again. Please, have a seat."

"Thank you." He said as he sat down on the manager's chair. The manager just shrugged, and took the seat in front of it. "So, now onto business. I have yet another business arrangement in Romania, and I mustn't be late in delivering the package."

The manager looked at the suitcase. "That must be it, huh."

"Not really. This is what I use for all of my business."

"Oh."

Then he pulled out a contract, unrolled it, and handed it to the manager. "I believe you know what this is for."

"You know, even after signing this, I 'still' can't read what it says."

"Basically, after spending over 50 million American dollars, you forfeit your soul."

The manager looked at him nervously. "Heheh....that's a joke, right?"

"I do not joke." Then his sunglasses formed a slight tint of red. "I've come to collect my payment."

The manager quickly jumped out of his chair, and had his back against the wall. "W-w-wait a minute! I didn't spend that much money!"

"No, but your boss did. In exchange for his own soul to be spared, I get yours instead, providing you were foolish enough to sign the contract."

"Bu-but, i-isn't that illegal?! W-what do "I" get?"

"Remember all of those raises you received in such short time?"

"Y-yeah." He answered, finally getting the message. "B-but I th- thought that was f-for great work!"

"Please do not delude yourself. Every employee under you thinks of you as a greedy tyrant." Then Renon took out a pocket watch, and looked at it. "Now if you don't mind, I have another business of a higher paying client I must attend to." Then he put the watch back in his pocket. He looked at the manager, who now had a magnum in his hand.

"Its reasons like this why I always carry one of these!" he exclaimed, all the while pointing it to the demon salesman.

Renon just looked at the gun, and smirked. "If you really think it'll do anything, by all means, fire your weapon. But make it quick. I mustn't be late."

Then the manager fired straight into the demons head, knocking him behind the desk. "Ya weren't expecting, that, were ya?!" Then he heard panic ensue as customers and employees were frantically exiting the place when they heard a gun fire. He quickly put the magnum back in his holster, and went to the dining area to try to calm the customers down.

However, everyone had already left, except for one employee, who was hiding behind the bar table. He was going to approach the guy, but then he heard a clicking sound. He turned around, and saw that all the doors have been instantly shut. To frighten him even more, all of the drapes shut, leaving the room in darkness, save for one desk light.

The manager quickly pulled out his magnum, aiming it at nowhere in particular. Suddenly, he heard the demons voice, but couldn't spot from which direction.

"I suppose I'm partially to blame for this delay. Oh well. If you will not give up your soul willingly, I'll have to take it by force." Then the voice deepened. "Your soul is mine!"

The manager quickly turned around, and saw this horrifying demon right in front of him. It had lower appendages of a spirit, the body of a red human like creature, giant bat-like wings, and a goats head. In his hands, he held a rather large scythe. Without speaking, he decapitated the frightened manager with his scythe, and then absorbed the soul before it could leave the body.

After collecting the soul, Renon transformed back, and then teleported away. He didn't care for the frightened employee, since no one would believe him anyways.

Meanwhile: a little later at the college

Rachael was busy taking notes during her math class, when her pager went off. She forgot to set it to vibrate during class, so she was forced to leave for the day.

While grumbling, she went to a phone booth to answer it. The caller was her grandfather.

"Grandpa!" she answered irritably. "Your call just got me kicked out of class today!"

"Then it's your fault for forgetting to turn your pager off, again."

"Well...yeah....but still! What do you want?!"

"Wait in the front of the building for me. I have to pick you up right away."

"Why? What happened?"

"It's very urgent. I'll let you know when I get there. In the meantime, watch who you talk to." Then he hung up.

"Grandpa? Grandpa?" The she hung up. The tone in his voice worried her a little, but she waited for him nonetheless. While she was waiting, one of her friends came out of the classroom. She had short brown hair, tanned skin, a leather type getup, and was kind of skinny. She saw Rachael, and sat down next to her.

"Hey, Rachael." She said.

"Hey, Kim." Rachael answered back.

"So, what happened?"

"It was my grandpa. He wants to talk to me urgently for some reason."

"I wonder what it's about."

"Who knows? Sometimes he can act a little weird, especially when he's talking about vampires and stuff."

"Really? Are you sure he isn't getting senile?"

"You would think so." Then she sighed in frustration. "It's like he's living in a different world or something. Why couldn't I just have a normal grandpa?"

"At least 'your' grandpa is exciting. All mine does is sit around all day watching TV."

Rachael chuckled at this. "Yeah. I guess you're right. I still wish he wouldn't act so serious about it, though."

While they were talking, they heard a car horn. Rachael looked towards the sound. It was her grandfather. Rachael picked up her backpack, waved goodbye to her friend, and got in. Then they drove off.

Later: At Rachael's home

When they reached Rachael's house, there were police cars parked there. She quickly ran out of the car, and into the house, only to see her mother crying her eyes out. Rachael tried to ask her mother what happened, but to no avail. She was crying too much. One of the officers told her that her brother had been kidnapped by some stranger. At this, she dropped to her knees, completely shocked at the news.

"Didn't you get a description?!" exclaimed Rachael's grandfather.

"No, sir. It was strange, really. The crime happened in broad daylight, yet none of the potential witnesses remember seeing anything." Then he took out a piece of paper. "However, a note was sent to us, saying to give it to this address. We read it, and this is what happened."

Basically, the note said that 'we have kidnapped your son, Phillip Belmont. The bloodline shall cease! If anyone else is reading this first, send it to the following address...'

The police then asked them several questions, and then left. They had an incident at a local Starbucks that needed investigating. Rachael's mother had cried herself to sleep, and her grandfather was muttering something about 'bad times ahead.' Rachael noticed this.

"Grandpa? Do you know about this?"

"Yes, unfortunately. Now I know you've never believed me in the past, but you must do so now! Count Dracula has apparently been risen, and wants to end the Belmont lineage."

Rachael shook her head. "Grandpa! Stop it with your stories! It's not the right time for them!"

He then frowned. "It is not a story! When will you learn that?!"

Rachael was now in tears. She couldn't believe that her grandfather was still talking nonsense at a time like this. They were arguing back and forth, until they were interrupted by a knock on the door. Rachael's grandfather went to answer it. He opened the door, and looked at the stranger quizzically. Rachael remembered the features that were written to her. The business suit, the red neck tie, the derby, the sunglasses, the goatee, and the briefcase. Her eyes lit up in excitement.

"LD?" she asked, hoping that she was right.

He looked at her and smiled. "Destiny, I take it."

Then she hugged him. "It's so great to finally meet you! How did you find the place?"

"A police officer directed me here."

She looked at him quizzically. "How?"

Her grandfather looked at him suspiciously. "That's what I'd like to know."

He tipped his hat and bowed. "I am Renon. A businessman, mostly in the profession of helping those in need. Who would've guessed that it would be my long time pen pal that needed my assistance?"

"You're a detective?" her grandfather asked.

"Yes, among other things."

Rachael then spoke again. "I'm sorry that you couldn't have visited us at a better time."

"No need for apologies. After all, fate must've brought us to this same place. It is my duty to help those that might need it." Then he looked at her grandfather. "Of course, I don't come cheap. But I guarantee that I can find your grandson."

"Name your price." He answered.

"Normally, I would demand much money. However, given the present circumstances, I shall do it under the condition that Rachael helps me in my search."

This shocked him. "What?! Of all the lousy---"But Rachael interrupted him.

"Sure. I don't see anything wrong with that."

"Good. Then it is settled. Your brother is currently residing in Romania. We must depart quickly."

This confused Rachael. "But how did you know?"

"I am sorry to inform you of this, but demons are quite real indeed."

Rachael rolled her eyes. "Not you too!"

Her grandfather, however, was now terrified, and was now pointing at the tail that was on the demon sales mans backside. Rachael saw this, and was also now terrified. Renon noticed this, and quickly spoke up.

"Wait! I am not an enemy! I was sent to help you!"

Her grandfather quickly got in a battle stance. "Give me my grandson back!"

"For the last time, I'm here to 'help' you find your son!"

"And why should I trust a demon?!"

"Because you don't have any other choice!"

"Wrong! I can just travel to Romania myself!"

"I see. So you plan to fight the Count at your old age? Your powers would not be strong enough. At least if Rachael comes with me, I can help her survive long enough to find her brother. After that, however, she can choose to retreat, or fight the Count."

Rachael's eyes widened at this. "Now wait a minute! First off, that tail of yours might just be a trick. Second, I don't believe in any of what you two are saying! And third, even if I did, I wouldn't fight any vampires! I can barely even fight!"

Renon grinned at this. "Perhaps that is so. But, if you can find your father, he can do it for you."

Everyone's eyes widened. Rachael was the first to speak.

"What?! My dads alive?! And you knew it the whole time?!"

"Yes, I did. You see, that business trip of his was merely a trap in order to lure him to the castle, and then enslave his mind. And since he didn't believe in the legends, doing so was quite a simple task."

Rachael's grandfather was the next to speak. "I knew it! He should've listened to me! He should've brought the family whip!"

"Yes, that is a shame." Then he brought a contract out of his briefcase. "I'll need you to sign here. You see, even though I'll help Rachael get to the castle, it will require money in order for me to help her stay alive. Of course, all I can do is assist. She must do the fighting on her own."

"Wait a minute!" shouted Rachael. "Don't I get a say in this?!"

"You 'do' want your brother back, right?"

She then sighed. "Yes. Very well. Where do I sign?"

This made Renon a bit nervous. "Um, actually, since your grandfather is wiser in his years, it is best that 'he' worry about the bill."

Her grandfather then picked up the contract, and tried to read it. After a few seconds, he grimaced.

"What's it supposed to say?!"

"Simply that I must assist your granddaughter in any way that involves providing assistance and the necessary equipment that'll help her on her travels. And the whole cost of the supplies and help is billed to you."

"That's it? No catch?"

"Well, there 'are' some penalties for not paying, but other than that, not really."

"Alright then. I'll sign." So he did. The minute he signed his name, Renon rolled up the contract and gave it to Rachael. "Use this contract whenever you wish to summon me, for once we reach Romania, I cannot be seen with you."

"Why not?" asked Rachael.

"I would be noted as a traitor to the other demons. So if at anytime I appear before you, it must be in a place where I cannot be seen."

"Hmm...alright, I guess."

"Then it is settled. We shall leave at dawn."

"Okay....Um, Renon?"

"Yes?"

"Why did you hide who you were for that whole year?"

"Would you have believed me if I said that I was a demon salesman?"

"No, I guess not."

"Exactly. Well then, good night." Then he bowed again, and vanished, leaving a gaping Rachael behind.

Later: Evening

After telling Rachael's mom all that had happened, she didn't believe them.

"So why are you 'really' going to Romania?" she asked.

"Face it; she's not going to believe us no matter what we tell her." Her grandfather said.

"This is true." Said Rachael. "I'm even having trouble believing it myself, but what choice do I have?"

"Listen," her mom started, "I don't really care 'what' the reason, I still don-"she stopped talking at the sight of her grandfather quickly running up the stairs. "Now where is 'he' going?"

Moments later, her grandfather returned with the legendary whip that was handed down from generation to generation.

"This whip will help you on your journey. It has helped every Belmont who has held it, and it will help you."

"Thanks, grandpa." She said. "Although I'm not sure I'm ready for such a task."

"There isn't much choice, granddaughter." He replied. "Just have faith in God, and everything will be alright."

Her mother, however, rolled her eyes. "I never thought that you, Rachael, out of all people, would buy into this nonsense!"

"I know, mom, but I have to at least try."

After some more talking, they all went to bed. While they were sleeping, a knock was heard from the door. Rachael's mother woke up, and answered it. When she saw who it was, she sighed in relief. Finally, she called Rachael.

"Rachael! Your friend Kim is here!" then she said to Kim. "Perhaps 'you' can talk some sense into her."

So when Rachael went to the living room, she looked surprised.

"Kim? What are you doing here? Couldn't you have just called?"

"I know, but I had this feeling that something was wrong."

"Well, you couldn't be more right."

After letting her in, she explained everything that had happened. Kim sat there in awe.

"So you're actually going to Romania to save him?"

"Looks that way."

"Not that I believe you or anything, but can I go to Romania with you? I'll even pay for my own plane ticket."

"What?! You gotta be kidding! What about your classes?"

"So I'll miss a week of school. Not like I can't make up for it. Besides, if you're going to pursue some nut that thinks vampires are real, I want to tag along. That, and I've always wanted to travel." Then her face grew serious. "But why couldn't you let the police handle it?"

Then a voice came up from behind her. "It is because the law is incapable of doing anything right." Everyone turned to see who it was.

"Oh. Kim, this is Renon. He'll be taking me to Romania."

"Hi, Renon." Kim said with a slight blush. "If it's not too much trouble, do you think you could take me along with you? I can pay for my own ticket, and buy you guys' food and transportation."

Renon slightly chuckled. "Very amusing. You must be bored with your normal life, aren't you?"

"Yes, very."

"I see. I do not see why not. After all, Rachael will need all the help she can get. She can't fight, so she'll have to rely on her wits to survive."

Kim laughed at this. "Oh yeah. I forgot. You're gonna fight 'vampires.'"

"I see that sarcasm is strong in you. This should be amusing." Then he turned to Rachael. "Now get your sleep. Dawn is in six hours." Then he vanished.

Kim clapped her hands. "Cool! Your friend knows the neatest tricks!"

Nobody else said a word, though. After talking for a few more minutes, everyone went to bed.

Morning

Rachael and Kim were awakened by a knock on their door. They quickly got dressed, brushed their hair, and went out to greet Renon, who was looking at his watch impatiently.

"We are behind schedule." He said sternly. "You were supposed to be ready at dawn."

Just then, Rachael's mom yelled from the kitchen.

"Breakfast is ready!"

The girls ran towards the kitchen to eat. Renon shook his head.

"Humans these days have such a lack of commitment."

After eating breakfast, they went back to Renon, who was having some tea while watching TV.

"Are you ready?" he asked.

"Just a moment." Answered Kim. "I forgot my money at my house. Can we stop by real quick and get it?"

Renon just snapped his fingers, and her money, along with her credit card, appeared in her hands. Kim put them in her pockets.

"Wow! What a neat trick! How did you do that?"

"I'm a demon. It's practically a parlor trick to me."

She looked at him quizzically. "A demon..." Then she laughed. "Good one! Almost had me there!"

Renon looked at Rachael. "This quick errand goes on the bill."

Finally, when everyone was ready, Renon teleported the two to Romania, in a hidden area around the provinces.

End of chapter 1.

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Once again, thank you for reading. Please don't flame me. This is my first serious fic. Also, suggestions are welcome.