I really really really didn't like how I wrote this chapter. So I altered it, I know what was wrong with it. Rather than saying that Alucard IS Cain, I suggested that Alucard is the descendent of Cain. It made more sense, clicked better with my mind, and at least stuck to canon in a better way.

I feel much better now. So this chapter is really better than it was. )

Shadow of the Underdark: Yeah. I hate writer's block too. I deal with it a good six months then come back kicking ;P
Thess: Wow. You really are an expert at this stuff :) See, I don't really take it very seriously. If I did take it too seriously and started really worrying about going out of character or out of Hitaro's storyline, then I'd get nothing accomplished! A lot of my fanfic stems from the fact I bend the graphic novel's boundaries quite a bit. I like testing the waters :3
Bishounen no hime: You're right.. it would only be six years… I'm too lazy to fix that mistake. Bah!
Bald Tires: That was my favorite part too. :D
Megami: I updated! I hope you checked back!
Patchwork Muse: It isn't the best. I wish I could write a good ol' sex fic, but I can't do it for the life of me. I'd laugh too hard. Asenath, however, can. Oh, what I'd give to steal her bloody talents for good smut.
Mykona: What I have to keep reminding people as they read this fic is that Integral is growing up. She's not the strong, sure leader that you currently know her as. She'll eventually BECOME that person, but it'll take many experiences and trial-and-error to get there. She'll act hardass one moment, but the next she'll show signs of weakness. Her humanity hasn't been shed yet. Give her a few more years. She's got five more to go.
SawyerKateCrazy: It takes no time to get a chapter done. I'm just lazy.
Cwolf2: Why, Thank you.
CrowRavenSpirit: Domo Arigatou Gozaimasu.
Melrose Stormhaven: Van Helsing, in the novel, is writing. That's why you can't detect his accent. It is noted his English isn't that good. While he's a great writer, his accent is very very thick.
owlman114: Fingers are typing and writing
Dark-kiss: Alucard is a murdering bastard. Anyone who writes him differently is sorely mistaken. I personally hate his guts. Maybe that's why people tell me I write him so well… It's hard to write a guy that you absolutely hate with any grace what-so-ever.
personwithnoname: Updated!

: year five - age eighteen :

Agnus dei
Qui tollis peccata mundi
Dona nobis pacem

Translation

Lamb of God
You who take away the sins of the world
Give Us Peace

- Rufus Wainwright, "Agnus Dei"

"Agnus dei…"

The words were heavy, each spoken syllable dropped with definition in the hollow darkness.

"Agnus dei… Qui tollis peccata mundi. Dona nobis pacem. Amen."

Candles glowed, their flickers bowing in reluctance as the prayer finished. Stone paved in concrete and washed in blood luminously glared upwards, it's shattered surface reflecting a face of impatience intensified by time. Invisible hands tugged at the figure's cloak, misty fingertips brushing the bland cloth as the dead and all its elements begged the woman into the darkness. Despite her iron exterior, a deep wrench enveloped her stomach and threatened to pull her back into this sea of nothing. Breathe dear. Breathe.. Take time.. Breathe… She swallowed an irregular pattern of oxygen as the monster inhaled her life and devoured her fleshy soul.

The staff clacked, tip embedding into the center of the pentacle. The sharp sound alarmed the ocean of nothing and pulled it back to where it originated. Steady, the woman crawled upward, hand stepping over hand as she pulled a lithe structure into a stand with the staff between both smoothly spread feet. Eyes divided by ice and coldness pierced the curtain of black that claimed visibility around her.

"Aaahhh…" A sound.. not quite a sound.. but a sound. How can a sound not be quite a sound? A sound not meant for living ears. The gates of hell scratched the surface of the world with a disturbing rattle. The candles' lights sacrificed as the nothing alarmingly expanded. The monster exhaled, taking with it oxygen and life. Still, the woman stood firm as she reasserted herself.

The thing pressed forward, steps kissing the surface of the decomposing stone. The air became tasteless, the sounds silenced. To prevent her sight from adjusting to the horror that would soon occur, the woman removed her glasses and slipped them in her trousers. A gloved hand idly searched her pocket, slender fingers numbed by the cotton material grasping the desired item.

"Whenever you speak that dead tongue, I am further aroused." The voice hollowed by madness whispered.

She ignored him and pressed on. Holding the blade between her teeth, she tugged her gloves off and neatly placed them in the interior of her pocket beside her glasses. The darkness shifted in anticipation, desire and want overwhelming the moment. An odd heat rolled through the current of cold, baptizing the intensity with lust. She placed the blade between her thumb and index finger, following the lifeline etched into her palm and splitting healed skin.

"I am the lamb of god. I shall take away the sins of this world. My body, my blood. Amen."

"If I recall correctly, Jesus Christ was not only nailed to the cross by his feet and hands… but also pierced under his breast," the suggestive statement mocked and laughed at her.

She ignored and continued, piercing her other hand and drawing patterns into the skin, using sensitive fingertips to search for appropriate puncture points given her blindness.

"I give up my body to you lord. Forgive them. They know not what they do.."

"Enjoy the silence while you can, my lamb," the voice pierced.

The darkness drew back and rapidly lunged forward. The force threw the figure off her feet and into ground. As promised, there was no sound but where there was silence there was contact. Things writhed over her clothes, under her clothes, over her flesh, under her flesh. A pair of lips pursed over both wounds and suckled the blood, tongues circling and dipping into the warm liquid pouring from her palms. Meanwhile, her mind feigned for control over the situation, competing the parasite in mind games.

Teeth ground into one another as she firmly locked her jaw, back arched and fingers begging to fist as muscles tensed with the increased pain and pressure. Claws pried the hands open, expanding the fingers as the blood pulsed into thousands of mouths and washed over thousands of eyes.

Let go. Let go. Let go. Come come come come come COME COME COME COME COME COME. MINE. THIS. IS. MINE. LET GO. LET GO. LET GO OF WHAT IS MINE.

She broke the silence by kicking her heels and slamming her head into the floor as the pentacle under her illuminated. To prevent from screaming out, she focused her energies on prayers, reciting them in Latin. German. French. English. Spanish. Whatever language her tongue was fluent in, the prayers streamed.

"Padre nuestro.. Mi padre que está en cielo…"

In Latin. Speak in Latin.. Say it in Latin…

"Father hear my prayer… father hear my prayer.."

In Latin… in Greek… Oh I beg you.. Speak it say it embrace it I want it I desire it.

"Agnus dei.."

The words caused the shadow to shudder, and her mind collapsed by the pressure.

Integral was there, but wasn't there. A blind omnipresent. A god who saw and felt the world around her but could not hear nor understand it. It was unscarred by man, ignored by time. The grass was fresh, the forest was fresh, the air was fresh. Untainted. A virgin not yet raped by mankind. She marked the sights. Still, there was evidence of existence. Of life just scratching the surface of time. Domesticated creatures huddled in stupid circles in a field of chewed grass. The forest was swept back, some presence guarding its gates from intruders. The sky yellowed with anticipation, the land exhaled as it waited.

Waiting.

Oh, surely this was the slums of Eden.

A young man interrupted nature, bending the vegetation with bear feet and scraping the ground with a carved staff. His face was fresh, even handsome. Hair untidy and careless, eyes sharp with respect for the natural world. Integral was overpowered with love for this boy, her heart spilling with joy and adoration for his being. Fingers pressed gently parted lips, sun kissing his olive skin. He was the favorite son of God.

A foreign tongue spilled from the other side of the grounds as this man tended bleating sheep. Integral turned with him, looking out to the sound of a man. The handsome boy shouted back a reply, waving broadly at a shape caught by the distance. The figure could be better seen as it approached. The man was older by only a few years, his features just as finely carved and similar to the boy's. His skin was tainted dark from the sun's scorching rays, an uneven shave scrutinizing his high cheeks and chin. Hooked nose, clear eyes, untidy hair.

Brothers. They were brothers.

The older sibling placed an arm around his brother's, speaking casually and thoughtlessly, cruel laughter tainting a dark voice. The youngest smiled naively, and followed.

Integral screamed. The boy turned quickly, eyes wide with surprise and lips split in alarm as his ears pierced with the cry of god. His older brother quickly took action, drawing from a leather strap an uneven tool carved from rock. He slammed the object into the back of his brother's head, and Integral screamed again. The strikes were steady and synchronized, planned without compassion. The man's eyes flashed with madness and loathing, the blood sprayed over his body as he hit again. And again. And again. And again.

Integral fell to her knees, overwhelmed with pain as this boy she loved so much was suddenly erased from life with just a few strokes. The man stopped, his back raising and falling as he swallowed oxygen. There was… satisfaction. Satisfaction from madness.

She laid on her side sobbing, God's pain flowed through her body. Suddenly, the boy's blood began to scream, crying out to heaven. The older brother became alarmed. He gazed up at heaven and then down at the blood. How do you hide evidence of this murder?

Then it came to him. It came to him through sheer madness.

You cannot hide blood. But you can swallow it.

Perhaps.. perhaps if I swallow his blood… God will have to love me. Because this boy will be a part of me. God loved every part of this boy, if this boy becomes a part of me then God can't help but love me.

Integral became mad with shock. The man pressed his lips to his brother's battered skull and began to drink. It was sticky, bitter and metallic. Hot. It tasted of life. The man became addicted and suckled his brother's flesh of the liquid, and could all ready feel the love God had for this boy. Oh.. how addicting.

The atrocious act would not go unpunished in the sane, natural order of things. The man arched his neck up, eyes wide as he was taken by God. A shrill howl erupted from his lungs, tearing apart the heavens. The palm of his hand split as God carved a symbol of eternal life into his baked flesh.

The man became filled with fear and shouted at God after he was marked. Integral was filled with understanding, her ears suddenly able to interpret the tongues of all mankind and nature – "Ah God, If they find me surely they will kill me!"

God said nothing. Nothing was to be said. But there was a shift, a cruel laughter. Ah, God does have a twisted humor and a cruel torturous mind to those who dare interrupt his plan. The man fell backwards as God struck him dead.

Integral watched, eyes peeled and breath heavy with anticipation. She waited. The world waited.

The blood he had consumed of his brother writhed to life. His flesh twitched, his limbs moved, his life was removed but he remained animated. Integral was fascinated and horrified. Thick tendrils of black hair matted with blood and sweat stuck to his head, handsome features twisted with agony. The brother's flesh turned white, his eyes glazed as he arrived a newborn and alone in a world forged by life.

Sin was created. Sin was killed. Sin was reborn

Ah, lamb of god!

Sacrifice yourself for the sins of mankind!

Give us peace.

Give me peace.

Master… Master… Master… Master… MASTER!

The woman snapped awake, a gasp breaking the silence as stiff muscles and cold joints reluctantly shifted her weight on the ground. Her chest raised and fell as she gulped down the rancid air, eyes searching the blanket of nothing for answers to questions.

Integral's features were firmed by the insults. Her fingers flexed and formed fists, a sharp pang of pain splitting the wounds dried by her blood. Too exhausted to move, she chose to stay still and collect her energy.

"Line of the Dragon, Master. What do you think that means? Just what is a Dragon?"

Integral said nothing. Her ignorance was created by a cruel scoff.

"Dragons are simply snakes with legs. Nothing more, nothing less. And just what sort of snake had legs?"

The woman interrupted, her senses and pride overwhelming her weak position, "I don't care for this, Alucard."

"Sure you do. Or else you wouldn't have so many questions and wouldn't have faltered so easily to the spell. Snake with legs. Could only be Satan, couldn't it? Remember that? Snake tempted eve with the flesh of the tree of life? Snake was doomed to crawl on his belly? Line of the Dragon. Dracul. Vlad Dracul. And the myth surrounding Vlad Dracul and his Brother? The rivalry? The death? It is merely revised biblical history."

Integral forced her body up, hands searching the stone for her staff and dagger as the cruel voice continued to mock and spar her.

"It is merely a fancy word. Literally, it means nothing. Symbolically, it means I am the son of evil."

"God punished you, damned you to live for all eternity."

She could see him. Swallowing the blood of his dead brother, the live blood still screaming out to heaven.

Integral fell silent.

"Even without a soul, God can't kill me. My predecessor taught me what is necessary for eternal life. I've drank the blood of those God loves. His little children. They are a part of me now. All of them. To kill me is to murder the last visages of innocence I raped from them."

Integral said nothing. Her search acquired nothing. Instead, she laid there and cleared her mind of the monster's revelation. Alucard did little but laugh and press his dark figure into her unresponsive body as she lay on the unholy stone carved in Cain's name.

"After I found out, I knew what I was dealing with."
"A monster? A murderer? Evil?"
"A child."
"A child, master? Certainly you can't be more insulting.."
"Only a child would let his temper and jealously overwhelm him to the point of murdering his own flesh and blood."

"While I maybe Cain's descendent, I am hardly worthy of his misdeed."

"Radu?"

"I always found it interesting that Cain chose me apart from Radu. I always assumed Cain saw me as his little brother, his little Abel and was repaying for his mistake by giving me eternal life after Radu murdered me. I shortly killed Cain after I became a No Life King. Inherited his powers. You do know that Cain loved his brother."
"Lies."
"He did. How couldn't he? God loved him. His mother loved him. His father. All of nature praised him. Even you were struck by his beauty, grace, and love. Nature requires balance. Nature needs love, but it also requires hate in order to attain that love. How can you love without hating something just as equally? If there is a God, then he or she is an idiot."
"Why do you say that?"
"If God honestly thought that he could create a paradise free from hell, then he is a greater fool than I thought. Even Paradise needs a hell in order for it to be a paradise."

Author's Notes: If you haven't made the connection I was making, then here it is in plain terms:
Alucard -Cain.
Tada.
My theory in equally simple terms:
Vlad Dracul -Son of Dragon.
Dragon -A snake with Legs
Snake with Legs -Satan
Vlad Dracul and his Brother (A classic story of rivalry between Romania and some other place) Actually the Cain and Abel story with a little more flair, revised by Romanians aware that their ruler was probably Cain given his unnatural origins and tainted bloodline.

I previously suggested that Alucard WAS Cain. After much deliberation, I changed the idea of the story and said that Cain was actually Alucard's 'Father'. That is to say, Cain made Alucard what he is today – A vampire.

In the bible, Cain is described as having many descendents. So to fit this story, Cain didn't need to pro-create in order to have descendents. All he needs to do is spread his tainted blood via turning other people into vampires. Hence, his 'children' and many wives. In this case, they would simply be vampiric brides. Alucard was one of those 'brides'

Cain was marked in three ways by God – 1) His soul was removed, but God couldn't kill him because he carried the blood of his brother. By killing Cain, he would also be killing the last living visage of Abel. Thus, God would be a murderer. 2) His teeth – the obvious, fangs. 3) Eyes are associated with the soul. By tainting his eyes red, there is no soul.

It was far fetched. I had fun writing it.
Now back to my poem paper.
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