"I have fallen again
This is the end
Pain redefined"

Sniff

Adrian snuggled deeper into his Father's powerful arms.

Sniff Sniff

Something smelled….really bad.

Sniff Sniff Sniff

Worse than bad…horrible. Adrian had smelled that particular scent before. It was that time he uncovered a half-eaten deer in the woods, and it was rotting.

"Father, what's that smell?"

Vlad smelt it too. He knew what it was. It was the smell of his demise. The smell that would destroy what was left of his family. Ironic that the smell, while still living started unraveling the yarn of his kin.

Adrian jumped out his arms and went to the trellis. The decadence was coming from below. The village, rot mixed humidity, mixed smoke. What happened down there?

He remembered those bastards burned his Mother, but anything after that read as blank.

He felt his Father behind him, his cold breath on his neck; it sent a shiver down Adrian's spine. Gravity lost his figure as the Count raised him back into his arms. Adrian nestled back into the folds of the cloak again and looked at his benefactor.

"I suppose you wish reclamation of what conspired below there." Vlad pointed his bony finger to 'there'.

OF COURSE HE DOES YOU FOOL! Stop asking meaningless questions to justify and re-asses your condition!

"You got nothing and nothings got you

I can see your fear it surrounds you

Built with strife and insight but it's not enough

I'll defeat and discreet you're every move"

"Adrian, when I finally connected the fact that something was extremely wrong in the village I came as swift as I could. I…..I arrived to seeing the Magistrate, he was choking you, he suspended you in the air, stealing the life from your lungs. In that second, I hated him, I hated him with every fiber of my being. I wanted to torture him, to inflict as much pain on him as I could making him suffer, suffer for everything he'd done. Death would be too good, too good for any of them. I plagued them like the seven circles of hell. I made each and every one pay their toll for what they did. And pay they did, it did not matter if they didn't want to suffer, I forced them, each and every one to pay his toll in suffering and grief. Then I killed them, every single one of them. Women, children, did not matter. They enjoyed killing you're Mother as if it were sport, and in turn I made sport of killing them. It did not satisfy my rage, I rained devastation on them like an apocalypse, destroying everything they worked so hard for. I had the last one of them chisel me a cross for Lisa. I marked her ashes with it before impaling the man on his pitchfork."

"Stepping forth a cure for soul's demise

Reap the tears of the victim's cries

Yearning more to hear the suffer of a

Of a demon as I put it under

Killed before a time to kill them all

Passed down the righteous law

Serve a justice that dwells in me

Lifeless corpse as far as the eye can see"

Adrian bit his lip feverishly throughout his Father's descriptions. It bled by the time he was done. The child looked in disbelief at his only living yet non-living relative. He marveled at the cruelness at which was executed. And realized something, his loving Father that would relive stories for him at nightfall, and hug him close when he had a nightmare, was gone……..Was utterly and completely gone…No semblance of that person was evident in those silver eyes. Instead, flickered insanity, one that flickered like the bonfire that had consumed Lisa. It was time to leave, to run to get as far away as possible before anything else occurred, before that man tortured and forced suffering out of him instead. No…..not that man….that Demon. Time up.

"We are falling

The light is calling

Tears inside

Calm me down

Midnight calling

Mist of resolving

Crown me, with the

Pure green leaf"

The half-breed child leapt out the arms that held him close and dove off the trellis. He soared through the air, breathing and living freefall, before crouching and rolling. Adrian ran for his life, faster, faster, faster, he kept going never stopping. Cold, wet branches slapped at his façade that was rapidly disappearing into the forest. He heard a scream reaching out to him in the darkness of night. It would not catch him, nor touch him, nor ever find him. Adrian Alucard Tepes would disappear from the face of Europe tonight, and Vlad Tepes would his beloved son again.

A/N: Not saying Disclaimer, read "Even in Death". Phew. Okay, Chapter 3/4 . Almost there. Please send me questions, in review form or other wise. I don't care. Music No. 1 is from "Pain Redefined" off Disturbed's new CD "Ten Thousand Fists". No. 2 is "Suffer" from Devil May Cry 3. No. 3 and 4 is also from DMC3 off the main theme. Please R&R