An update! Yay! I'll try an update every week or so, but what with school work; things can sometimes slow down a little. And anyway, I'm just making this story up as I go along, so sometimes inspiration takes a little time to get going.
Many thanks to MissPixel, Kitala and Galerian57 (and anyone else who pops in a review after I've posted this!) You gave me the encouragement to carry on with this story! hands out bags of cookies
Disclaimer: If I owned Castlevania, Leon and Joachim would be an official pairing in the game. Alas, I do not.
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If he was going to spend the rest of his life trapped in a cell, Joachim mused, he would rather be left alone for all of that time than endure the company of others. However, it seemed fate had decided otherwise.
Once again he had been roused from his thoughts by the shattering of the seal on the door, and once again he found himself looking at a decidedly unwelcome guest.
"Joachim? Are you awake?"
"Since when have vampires slept?" The snappish reply was imminent.
"True" The voice agreed, and the figure stepped forward into the small patch of light that filtered down from the rocky ceiling.
"What do you want, Flame?" He turned to look at her with mild reproach.
Savage green eyes glared at him. "Don't call me that!"
"Whatever"
Whereas many mortal men would have been entranced by the beauty of the creature standing before them, Joachim had little enthusiasm. She was tall, with pale skin and luxurious red hair, a colour to rival that of Walter's, elegantly coiled and set in gold braids around her head. She was dressed skimpily, with much of her shapely body shown bare except to the intricate tattoos and patterns that trailed like snakes along her slender arms and legs. At her back, leathery black wings were neatly folded, rustling slightly as she placed her hands on her hips.
"Don't you have any sense to thank me?"
At once, the vampire was on his feet. "How did you do that?"
She pursed her lips. "Do what?"
"Break the seal? No low-life demon could break that!" He regarded her suspiciously.
At once, she looked both shocked and outraged. "I- that is-Uh . . . why must you ask so many questions?" She laughed nervously.
"Answer me!" A hand grabbed her hair, tilting her head back and exposing her pale throat. He leant closer, leering. "You've forgotten how hungry I get in here, and a succubus never survives a vampire bite"
"It was him. You could say that he owes me" she another nervous, fluttering laugh.
The vampire's violet eyes narrowed, before he released her roughly. She backed away, hands coming up to nurse her strained neck.
"Why didn't he stay? I could have spoken to him"
She sniffed. "Don't ask me. I only came here to let you go"
"Why? And risk Walter's anger?"
She giggled. "He'll never know it was me, and he'll never think it was him. So don't worry about it. Everything is going according to plan. The crimson stone, we'll find it soon."
"How do you know?" Once again the vampire glared at her. The presence of such a demon always irritated him, and he could never figure out why. Maybe it was because of the way she looked at him, with those deceivingly innocent eyes. He hated it.
"Once we have the crimson stone, Walter is finished. The owner of that stone is the rightful ruler of this castle. Walter owns the ebony stone, but its powers pale in comparison to the crimson. We find the stone, you overthrow Walter, and we live happily ever after" She smiled delicately. "Isn't it simple?"
"You didn't answer the question" He growled, turning his back on her. He wondered over to the open door, looking out into the bridge that led past the tumbling waterfall. It was a marvel of magic, the castle waterway. A lake from in the forest drained into the caves, and then tumbled like a roaring, living creature into the basement of the castle. It made a spectacular sight, with the spray cast off from the water casting rainbows across the room in the faint light.
He tilted his head towards it, feeling the cool water droplets across his skin. Although he could not drink it, the precious liquid still retained a certain appeal.
"What am I supposed to do, once I leave this dungeon?"
"There is a knight in the castle" She moved closer. He moved away, stepping out of the prison and onto the bridge. "Deal with him first"
"A knight? What is he like? Strong?"
Flame followed him out, and waved a hand dismissively. "No challenge to you. He's a young thing, early twenties. Leon, they call him. Quite attractive boy, really"
"Hardly a boy. Unless it's someone of your age" Joachim smirked.
He waited for the shriek out outrage, the furious reprisal, but none came.
He turned around. "Flame?"
She had already gone.
He sighed. He was free, but for how long? And what did he do now? A smile curved his lips. He was bored, hungry and alone again. This Leon was going to get a little visit . . .
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There! Finished! And I know it's probably annoying, but I promise that Leon and Joachim will meet in the next chapter. Also, if you're wondering who the 'him' is, that opened the door, or if you didn't get that part . . . all will be revealed! Next chapter is already half completed, and I'm actually getting a plot idea now, so updates will be soon.
Shall I throw in that little pumpkin dude that was a playable character in the game?
As always, R&R for faster updates. I read a review, go into a happy trance, and then bounce off the walls. Once I've calmed down, I don't move from my chair until the next chapter is up and posted.
