Wazaga says: "And we continue…"
Chapter 2: "Firefly's message"
Alucard took a moment to gather his thoughts as he listened to the rhythm of the pattering rain. Then he continued to write:
It wasn't always like this. There was once a time, long ago, when these halls were filled with life. And although that life was a misery onto itself, there are still those few memories that were worth the pain they had suffered.
There are so many things that remind me of her in this palace, that every turn of my head allows me to see her ghost wandering about, my mother's ghost. She was such an innocent in all that had happened to her. It wasn't until it was too late that I understood her reasons for protecting me from my father.
I do not claim to have the memories of my birth or what events took place before then. But both my parent had given me enough details for me to be able to call the events as if they were someone else's.
My mother was but the daughter of a simple farmer in a small unnamed town to the eastern hills of Avalon. In those times my father was a tyrant for blood and torture, devouring the innocent souls of the people who once lived in this very castle. Until there was no one left but the echoes of their suffering screams, fading into the wind.
I was told that my mother had traveled to these parts to visit her kin and relatives. Some of which had lived at the castle. It was then that my father had laid eyes on her. Lord Dracula had fallen in love with the mortal Angelica Price.
Alucard's hand had stopped at the written name of his mother. His throat suddenly felt tight and parched. To see both his parents' names written down in his handwriting was something strange to him. It suddenly reminded him of his own being. How he was a half-breed between a human and a vampire. He was the only mixed creature he knew of his kind.
A clock chimed somewhere in the castle.
Alucard combed his free hand through his hair to remove it away from his eyes before he continued:
My father was charmed by her simplicity. Weather it was her soft features or the strength of her soul that lured him to her, was uncertain to this day. But he tried with all his power to seduce her to come to him willingly. I was told that she nearly had, were it not for her love for another who had been betrothed to her.
He was enraged. He could not tolerate the thought that she would choose another over him. His jealousy and anger were so inflamed that he had nearly killed her. But instead he hunted down the man she loved and slaughtered him in her place. Afterwards, he took her to him against her will.
Alucard's hand shook slightly. His own anger was growing with the telling of his mother's rape. He set the pen down and rested his head in his hands. Taking a deep breath, he silenced his emotions.
"Mother," He whispered.
A faint yellow light glowed at his shoulders. He turned his head to find that Firefly, the fairy, was hovering near him. She was the form of a little elfin woman with golden butterfly wings.
She landed on his right shoulder letting her delicate wings fold behind her. Her golden hair curled down her back in little ringlets. She looked at him with eyes as blue at the core of a flame.
"Master," she said in a small voice "there are people approaching the castle."