disclaimer: I do not own the idea or the content and creative genius of the Castlevania games

A/N: I thank all who have read and reviewed one of my other fics, "Welcome to the Castlevania Bed and Breakfast" I think it was called. It's been a while. I would be writing this note on a new chapter of that story, but unfortuistously, it has been deleted by administration. I have decided not to rewrite and continue that story, and if anyone who reads this also read that fic, I give you my apologies.

I also thank all who took the time to read and review this story, which is the most extensive out of all the pieces I've ever written. It makes me very happy also because I have never been able to finish an outside-of-school piece, and this is the closest I have come. I plan to finish it. Thank you, and sorry for the delays. I return...

As for the matter of the lack of a transitional period for Lena...it really depends on which theory you follow. I am very much influenced by Anne Rice's Vampire Chronicles, and mixed with the many other theories I have read about, I compiled a list of my own beliefs about the makings of a vampire. I hope you can bear with me, and I hope this answers the question.

(Regenesis-The New Beginning)

They stood on the one road leading off the mountains, out of the forest, into town.

"I can see distinct..." Unable to finish her thought, she said instead, "It's like having magnifying glasses for eyes..." Her voice was drenched with vampiric resonance. She smiled, but her eyes reflected troubled thoughts.

Arikado wondered how to introduce her to feeding. The first would be easy...the hunt itself. Skin transformation was a continuous process, and Lena could easily pass for just a human with very fine skin.

He mostly worried about how she would react. He, himself hated hunting...but he was only a dhampire. Once she learned, she would be more of a vampire than he was. Not a proposition he looked forward to...

"Come..." he ran. In only a second, he was maybe half a mile away. Lena blinked in a confused manner. She was still seeing with a human mindset. "Use your eyes and follow me," he ordered, and continued down the road.

"Did you see that? I'm not even tired...and I didn't trip over myself..." A little shocked, but pleased as well.

It shouldn't have happened so fast...the acceptance.

What if it wasn't even acceptance? Maybe it was the blood taking over...maybe it was too much.

He should have had at least some discretion about his own blood...

Perhaps she was even just faking it, but he could not tell. Not anymore. They were bound by blood, blood which blocked her mind from his. But she was now a full-blooded daughter of Dracula. If she wished, she could break down his mind.

They were in a scattered neighborhood between the road and the town. "What are you thinking about?"

Good. She hadn't taught herself to listen...

He couldn't possibly explain. Different humans tasted differently. The young, the beautiful, and the innocent tasted sweet. Criminals had blood spiced with fire. He could begin there...but there were so many possibilities. And the first victim would be remembered forever and could determine her tastes for the rest of her...life.

She would need several humans tonight. They could be of different types...but that still wouldn't solve the problem of which type would be first.

It couldn't be his decision. There was only this way...

He started walking again. There would be no thinking stops after this. "There are many types of people...you will see all of them and come to know all their thoughts and concerns. With that ability, you will choose for yourself...who your victims will be."

"Why can't you tell me which kind is...best?"

"It is not for me to say."

"But how will I..."

"You will know."

Yes, she will know. And she will act on it. He will see the ugliness that he helped cause...

Even before she was in the neighborhood, she had heard thumpings like the tired beatings of drums all conglomerated into humming. As she entered the town, the noise became overwhelming. She realized that she was hearing the heartbeats of all the people who lived there...all the people who diligently went about day and night living. She also heard voices...the thoughts of those around her. She could only hear a few, but that would probably change with time. A child passed, and the voice rang with the wish to visit a playground. A woman passed, and her voice spoke bitterly about another woman in front of her even though both were equally skinny. Lena heard many voices inquiring to themselves about Arikado. What was his real haircolor? Which dye brand did he use? Why oh why is his skin so fine...not fair. A guy should not have skin like that. Lena heard this from young girls caked with make-up and she laughed to herself. All the while, she heard their hearts thumping...she heard the blood in their bodies and she realized that she was "hungry" if such was the word. Yet she still could not tell who to take. She glanced at Arikado, but he only stared blankly at all the people.

They wandered around the town. They passed by churches and schools and all types of places. She was busy listening to and seeing everything...she didn't know how much time had passed. After a while, she decided to ask him why she hadn't found the right one...but he wasn't there. She couldn't see him anywhere around her. She panicked. She had been abandoned for who knows how long...she didn't know what to do. She hadn't found anyone...and she was so hungry. The humans were beginning to go home for the night.

Then her eyes settled on a man with shoulder-length black hair who looked a bit like Arikado. He was outfitted in black and decorated with metal spikes. He stood outside a movie theatre; his thoughts revealed that he was waiting for his friends. He had a cigarette, and Lena felt like the smoke was trapping her in a cacoon.

The thumping of his heart was becoming louder than the background noise she had been hearing. It was distinct and a song in itself. Ah, what a heart. The pounding sounds were so strong; would it ever stop?

Getting so loud...like an approaching train.

She was so lost. She was so confused. She was so angry that he had left her...

Something had instilled itself in her...the want to challenge herself to make the human's heart silent.

Haha yes...do it.

She found herself standing in front of him. She smiled. "...Hi..."

It wasn't exactly hard after the first time...wasn't hard to decide who, that is. The other parts were...well......

She had four that first night. She didn't know what to do with the bodies, so she left them in inconspicious but easy-to-find places. Blood made her calmer. Being abandoned was a numb thought in the back of her mind...back of her mind. Mind. She wondered if she still had some form of a brain...otherwise, how could she be thinking?

She had many questions. For instance, with warm blood running through her, her skin turned a human-like pink. She wondered if blood would always do that for her.

And another question. She could sense the coming sunlight. How interesting was that? What would happen if she stayed out when the sun came? How long would it take for her to die and how would that take place?

Ah better not find out.

She ran to the edge of town back to the path she took from the castle. She saw what looked like Arikado waiting there and felt a strange, sharp pain beyond any human sensation she ever experienced. She was reminded of being abandoned, of feeling like a lost child in a strange place.

His hands were in his pockets. He looked down at her with a sad look.

"You have the nerve to mope?" she asked.

"I'll have to teach you...how to dispose of a body."

"THAT'S why you look like you're going to cry?!"

"Did you enjoy yourself?"

"Um..."

"You try not to think about it, am I correct? You know what a monster you are now. Killing was the height of your ecstasy and you can hardly contain yourself, right?"

"Why are you giving me this lecture now...?"

"Do you wonder why I'm so distracted and despondent?"

"No. Get away from me. What have you done for me? You let this happen. And then you abandon me...and then you have the nerve to tell me how horrible I am." she pushed him out of her way. How easy it was now!

"You are HIS."

So soon, the faces of her victims were swirling in her head. Their thoughts, goals, and memories haunted her thoughts. She killed their ambitions for what? Her?

"I don't...need this...right now..." her sight was murky with tears. She wiped at her eyes with the back of her hand.

"You can't even cry now."

"I can!" she stuck her hand out towards him and saw that her hands were crimson with blood.

"You can't. Our tears don't matter. They only condemn us."

"No..."

"Yes. You're not a human...in any way. You only hurt them. They fear you and there is no way you could be with them. You can never be friends with them. You can never know them...unless you plan to kill them...you see...you are a thing now."

You mean I can only be isolated? I can only be hated?

The strange pain hit her again. Her vision was red...

She was so angry...so hurt already. Ah the irony! He was calling HER a thing now!

Oh just shut up...shut up...

"SHUT UP!!!!!!!!!!!" Her hand raised and then came down slapping him across the face.

Arikado merely sighed. He was expecting this sooner or later...

"Come now, the sun is almost here. Come...home."

(End of Chapter)

Well, yes...again very sorry it took me so long heh...it'd be so awkward to think of Castlevania as home sweet home XD

So I have romanian techno...yeah...it's some crazy stuff!