Wallachia, December year 1431.

The winter of 1431 was a dreadful year for Wallachia*. It was the year when Vlad III was born to the world of ours. But in that year his mother was the happiest person on the whole land. Princess Cneajna of Moldavia gave a birth to a future ruler of Romania as she thought. Her son was healthy and beautiful child. A try king to come to this holy land.

Vlad III was born as the second son to his father Vlad Dracul. His older brother was called by the name of Mircea. Soon Vlad would find out that his path to the throne was not as easy as his mother saw it. His family lived in exile in Transylvania as his strong father had been ousted by pro-Ottoman boyars. At the same year of his birth his father was vested into the Order of the Dragon. Young Vlad III did not know that after his 5th year the same faith was waiting for him as well. But what was still to come was even more deadly than anyone could think.

The political pressure from the Ottoman sultan that he would invade the country made Vlad's father give up his sons as hostages so that he would keep his promise. Young Vlad III did not disagree with his father and willingly went as a hostage, but developed a hatred he could not handle. One day he would find a way to get back to his father. Princess Cneajna tried to stop her husband, but he never listened to her. She died next year never seeing her sons again, but that was a good thing, because she would never know what monster her son would still to become.

Vlad III heard the news that his older brother had died from the hand of political enemies. He was made a puppet ruler of Wallachia by the Sultan who was afraid to lose his political power in the region, but his position as a prince was not long Wallachia was invaded the same year as his coronation and he had to fled to Moldavia.

In 1453 Vlad was a simple adviser for Mehmed II who was impressed by the boy's knowledge. After the death of Mircea the Elder the grandfather of Vlad III in 1418, Wallachia had fallen in a chaotic situation. A constant state of war had weakened the country. Vlad tier a number a different ways to restore the order, but nothing worked. Vlad started to illuminate of the threats he saw in other powerful citizens of Wallachia. He had to dispose of all of them to have the power over the country. He killed without mercy everyone who stood in his way. Death washed over the country of Wallachia taking lives of more than hundreds thousands people. He was a try monster.

In 1460 Ilona Szilagy gave birth to Vald's child. Vlad Dracula lived in the hell that his father called a strong country. Death and torture was his father's only way to peace. Vlad Dracula never stood against his father, but he hated him for how he treated his mother. The only bright light in the world surrounding him was her.

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It was cold in the castle. Winters were always like that in Wallachia. Vlad Dracula hated this country, he believed it was cursed by his father, who loved the smell of death. He put the book he was reading aside and looked at the fire of the candle. Suddenly the door opened and allowed Alcazar to enter.

"Good evening, master Vlad Dracula". He was the priest and a very famous scientist of his time. Dracula looked at him and smiled.

"What is the matter my friend?" He asked looking down on the book.

"Your father is calling for you". He made a simple bow and closed the door behind him.

Dracula stood up and went to the lower part of the castle his father was working in with the priest Alcazar. It was a dreadful place. At nights you could hear people yelling and crying in all parts of the castle. It was impossible to avoid it anywhere. The dungeons held a huge number of prisoners mainly young children and virgins. Dracula never went down there if he was not called down there. This place invaded his mind all the time in his sleep. He looked at the pile of naked bodies lying in the hole. One of the servants was trying to burn them. The smell of death once as you breathed it in would never in your lifetime leave you. Dracula knew it too well to even try to cover his nose. He was a part of it. Even if he did not kill or torture these people he would be always cursed for not stopping his father or his loyal servants.

"Ah, here you are". His father was covered with blood. Some young girl lay on the table with her dead eyes on the ceiling. "We did it! I have found it!" He brought the glass full of blood to his son. "With this my boy, I would become immortal and rule this country for all times".

"It looks like mere blood to me, lord". Dracula tried to make a curious face.

"This is a gift from the Devil, my boy, a key to a life of immortality. With this I would rule the world and never age a year. Do you understand the power I am holding in my arms now?" His gaze was so instance that Dracula felt uneasy.

"How do you know it will work?" Alcazar looked at his master a bit worried at that moment.

"I will try it out of course". He simply answered his gaze never leaving his son. "I do not trust anyone, but you my son. You will taste it for me!"

Dracula's eyes widened of the thing he just heard. He made a few steps back, but was caught by two grades that were standing behind him.

"Now, now Dracula. You are given a gift any mortal would accept with pleasure. You should be grateful that I am offering you to share a life of immortality with me. Put him on the floor and hold his mouth open".

"You are not doing that because you want to share something with me. You want to see if that thing you give me is safe. You are too afraid to give it anyone else, because if that thing actually works they would kill you". That was the last words Dracula could say before his back was pressed to the cold stone.

Clap. Clap. Clap. He looked so pleased that it sickened Dracula. "Oh, yes, you can say that, fortunately, you are too soft to kill your own father". He made him to drink the whole glass without any mercy.

It was hot, it burned his trough. He tried to spit the liquid out, but his father held his mouth closed forcing him to drink. The pain began to spread through his body invading every inch of his flesh. He wanted to scream, but it was impossible to move. It felt as though he was burned alive. Dracula wanted to pass out, but his mind stood as clear as always.

"Tie him up to the table, now!" He heard his father yell to the guards. "Alcazar, what is happening to him? If this does not stop he can die".

"Master, I told you this is too risky! Look!" Dracula stopped moving.

"Is he dead?" Vlad III asked the priest. Alcazar put his year to hear the heartbeat, but it was gone. He looked at his lord and rocked his head.

"He is!" He looked at Dracula with sad eyes.

"What are you waiting for? Dispose of the body! No one has to know what had happened!" He came closer to the priest and whispered. "Do something with those two".

"Yes, my lord". Alcazar took the body with him. "I will take him to the church and bury him under the altar.

"Do whatever you wish as long as no one sees him! I will continue on the work!" Alcazar looked at his master for the last time and felt sick of his coldness to his own son.

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"Dracula? Do you hear me? Dracula!" He could hear Alcazar, but his eyes did not listen to him. "I know you are fine". Alcazar pushed his eyelid up and was silent for a moment. Dracula felt a sharp pain in his throat. Something was wrong with him. He could feel Alcazars' blood running in his veins. He could not control his hunger for it. In a second his teeth were sunk in Alcazars flesh. The taste was heavenly sweet.

"You should stop now, if you do not want to kill me, Dracula". He heard Alcazar talking."Now my dear friend if you allow it I will be your servant for life". Alcazar stood still for a moment.

"What am I now?" Dracula looked at his bloody hands that were so similar to his fathers.

"You are immortal".

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Alucard opened his eyes trying to dispose of the memory. The day he was born to the world of darkness. The first vampire ever to walk the world of humans. Centuries could not make him forget this day.

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Wallachia*- now we know it by the name of southern Romania.

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The writer

Now That I wrote the 2nd chapter I tried to tell you the story of Alucards life. So you would know who he is and so on. I know it was not that interesting, but believe me a bit of knowledge about him will only help you in the future chapters. Oh, and you will know more about him in the next chapter. I really hope you would not critiseze me because of my poor knowledge of englis. Well, its not my mother language, sorry for the mistakes, I`ll trybetter! Promise!

For the readers.

Rambonata

Yes you are more than right saying that Alucard will have lots of heartaches. I think now you can understand that the blood Seras tried is actually as old as Alucards. She would be his equal now. Maybe you would ask why she managed to kill him. Well that will be written about in the next chapters. But basically she was enormously lucky.

Archer8

Hmmm...so I guess I would work more on the plot so it would be more interesting. Thank you for the review so much!

Art-sama, divinedragonchick, twilight1235

I am more than glad to wellcome you to my story. Have fun reading, hope you won`t be too bored reading the history part that is still to come.

Yours,

Buzzwire.