"Well I've had enough

Of these selfish crimes

I hurt myself again

Not knowing why

It seems so easy

To leave it all behind

And avoid the truth I think I'd rather just go blind"

Adrian awoke at sunset the next day. He was vaguely aware of the past day's events, and of the burning pain, of the loss of his Mother. The late sunset's orange twinkled into the existence he called his room. A light breeze flew through the window. It was serene, like living in the wake of a tropical storms that often whipped up near the oceans. Adrian had never actually seen the ocean, or the storms. His Father often told him stories about them though. He had seen them during one of his many campaigns, when he was still a warrior, fighting for the Church. Adrian examined his alabaster hair. The usually fine-combed strands were loose in knots, and caked with mud and blood. How the blood ended up there was beyond him. All he remembered was feeling very angry at how those ignorant townspeople murdered his mother for no reason. He remembered those how those horrible people jeered and mocked her. And how his Father would not help her.

Adrian's throat tightened up and water clustered at his eyes. The heavy double-wide door that was the only entrance to the chamber was pushed open and in ambled in. Adrian stared at his patriarch blankly. He had come to hate his Father over the last twenty-four hours.

"Go away."

The Count did not however. Instead, he strolled over to the bedside and sat down.

"Make yourself at home, why don't you."

Vlad smiled at his son's blatant sarcasm.

"Why thank you Adrian, I already have…….I believe that we need to talk."

"About what," the boy quipped, "Nothing you say is important anyway."

The Count recoiled. Before yesterday, everything he said was as truth to his son. Adrian looked to him in times of trouble or to generally talk to. Before yesterday, Vlad was loved by his offspring.

"Listen, Adrian I…you don't understand……"

"NO, YOU LISTEN TO ME! YOU WERENT THERE AS MOTHER WAS TORTURED. YOU DIDNT HAVE TO WATCH WHAT THEY DID TO HER! YOU DIDNT DO WHEN SHE SCREAMED YOUR NAME ONLY SECONDS BEFORE SHE DIED! SO DONT SAY I DONT UNDERSTAND SHIT, WHEN I WAS THERE!"

The Half-Breed child dissolved into tears. He had no one to truly understand him anymore. He swore at his Father which under any other occasion would have him severely disciplined. How could he survive this twisted form of suffering.

The Count remained inert. The incident yesterday had had a greater impact on his child than he originally estimated. He stretched out his arms and pulled Adrian close to him. He felt great pain, the anguish, between them. Vlad ached for his heir. His heart ached, his soul ached, his being ached. He squeezed his little half-ling tighter. And they sat there, Father and Son, needing and supporting each other in the time of weakness. After what seemed like an eternity, the Count broke off and looked the boy straight in the eyes, to stare into the endlessness of Golden Orbs. Silver and Gold, Father and Son.

"I love you Adrian, I love you more than life itself. Come," he feigned a smile, "Let's get that mud out of your hair and get you clean again, shall we?"

Vlad Tepes picked up the baby, his baby and carried him off to the wash room for his bathe.

A/N: Castlevania, not mine. (God I'm sick of saying that.) Also, pre-requisite to this story is "Even in Death" by Gray Valken. I (in my opinion) liked this Chapter for some reason. I think I get off on the whole "Demented Father-Son" relationship thing that Castlevania has. Next chapter, will be even more emotional than this so, prepare the tissues. I've also heard people who say my version of the Count seems really OOC. Which, you can believe that if you want, but Dracula is not as hell bent and insane as everybody believes. Well, maybe he is. It was really the Lisa Death + Adrian Falling Out thing that did it for him, and reasonably so. The lyrics of the song at the top are from "Recognize" by Flaw again. I think to go with the theme and all I will choose my personal favorite track and incorporate some of the lyrics in there, depending on the mood of the chapter. If you do not like these songs I do not care. And don't e-mail me saying that you hate Metal and Rock and stuff like that and you think instead I should put Snoop Dogg or G-Unit and stuff like that cause I won't. Rap really doesn't have the same type of emotion that you could get from songs like these. And don't go debating that on my e-mail either! Until next chapter, which I hope to have very soon here is Yours Truly, signing off.

Shadow Alucard (Who Will Always Brandish that Damn Pen!)

The Terror, The Anguish, The Fear, The Rage, The Suffering, The Death……