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It hurt like hell to touch the garnet stone, but it was the only other way to make himself bleed aside from biting his own wrist, and he was in no mood to do that. Best to disarm the enemy first before making any real moves. The blood dripping from Dorian's palm came down in a stream growing in thickness before it finally stopped to form itself on its own into the shape of a whip. His best bet was to keep distance instead of going in close. Green eyes kept glued to the hunter before him, hoping that he could put his training of using his blood as a weapon to good use.

Alucard could not not say that he wasn't piqued by this sight. He was wholly impressed. Never before had he seen such prowess in using vampiric power before in all his centuries of being on this Earth! Dark eyebrows rose slightly at the sight of the whip before him, a vague but disgusting memory beginning to fill his mind. It sparked an unknown anger within him, the pristine white gloves turning into claws. "Interesting method, boy. But be careful what you use it for. Can you even use it properly?"

"Care to help me test it out?"

"Gladly." Alucard grinned at his prey, the symbol upon his gloves beginning to glow a dark red. "Releasing Control Art Restrictions to Level One. Hold restriction until enemy has been rendered silent." He had no need for the theatrics right now, at least not very much as his body and the room soon became engulfed in shadows. "Don't disappoint me now!"

The eyes. So many eyes. Dorian's nightmares were coming alive because of his hunter, the Master. He couldn't freeze now, not when his life was on the line. A drooling, saw-toothed mouth came lunging for his right leg, making the Dhampir jump to dodge it. The whip came to life, snapping at the hellhound's mouth, causing it injury and melding it back into the shadows. Another maw came at Dorian, keeping him on his toes and whipping the blood whip to keep distance from his hunter's lackeys. Every second another hellhound came to attack him, and the spiny hands the Dhampir feared soon came to play as well. Every moment he had to keep his senses peeled throughout the darkness, using his sensitive hearing to try and pinpoint where his enemy was.

It proved to be a horrid mistake to not keep his eyes peeled throughout the darkness as a sinfully white glove grabbed at his upper arm in the darkness. "Not quick enough!" Alucard hissed, yanking the young half-blood back to him and bending Dorian's neck to the side. What were once normal looking teeth became serrated in the owner's mouth before biting down onto sensitive flesh. The cry of pain was worth biding his time to claim his prize. The wound let blood gush out and into the nosferatu's awaiting mouth, sweet, hot and familial.

Wait-familial? He didn't have any living children. The fledgling he had in Seras was pushing that boundary of 'children.' Ruby eyes widened as he saw the memories. A baby swaddle, Dragos and Marian watching over him all these years, his first kill as a Dhampir. But he also saw the mother and him in his former life biting her as he ravaged her. He changed the unkown baby that was growing within, and now there he was.

Dorian was having no picnic with Alucard sucking his blood, his green eyes turning red as the connection soon was made. Dorian froze as father and son soon felt a binding between them. Invisible and reluctant, but it was there. Alucard released his hold on the half-blood, Dorian dropping to the ground and holding the regenerating wound to his neck, scooting as far away from the vampire as he could. This wasn't possible, they both thought.

He's my…father?

He's…my son?

Alucard narrowed his eyes as he still had his release states on. "Target silenced." he murmured, the shadows retreating and revealing the holy light reflecting from the garnet amulets. The red faded from the son's eyes, the blood whip turning into a liquid path of black upon the floor. No words were said for a while, neither them willing to accept the truth. The wound under Dorian's hand regenerated at last, feeling for the string that held the choker he'd possessed for ever so long. String intact, he clutched the pendant hanging from it, the glimmer of the gem stone Alucard had gotten a glimpse of. "That pendant. Who gave it to you? Marian?"

"Y-yes. Why?"

"Let me see it."

"What, so you can rip off my head and keep it?" the retort led to the silver hand cannon known as the Cassul to be pointed into his face. "Just because you are my son does NOT mean you can talk back to me. Now. Let. Me. See. It." Defiant eyes met commanding ones as Dorian slowly moved his hand away from his neck, revealing the small gem hand holding the gun was lowered before stashing the Cassul back into the holster within his coat.

Peridot, the glassy yellow-green stone stirred another old memory, one he thought he didn't remember. The woman he ravaged while under his control. A willing sacrifice from one of the townspeople. But she didn't look pregnant at all when he took her to bed with him. Perhaps she was in the early stages? It was highly possible. Bending down, he took the glassy gemstone into his fingers, feeling it. Yes, she was his mother, the woman who fought till the end. "What is your name?" Alucard asked, voice low as he searched his memories.

"D-Dorian." An odd name choice, Alucard thought. But Marian did like names that were not native to Romania. How typical. Standing once again, he turned his back to his dhampir son. "Let's go."

"Go? Go where?" the boy asked, rising to his feet uneasily, watching the elder vampire warily. "Back. With me. Both of us have questions that need answering. Now come." Alucard punctuated his point as he phased through the heavy door blocking his way. Dorian blinked in amazement, he could never do that properly! The last time he tried, he got stuck halfway through the wall. "COME." the voice yelled through his thoughts as he opened the door with some effort, running to keep pace with Alucard. "You never did tell me your name." Dorian asked, even though he already knew.

"Alucard." he replied, voice emotionless. Alucard? I thought it was- Let me not ask. He did say questions would be answered later. Dorian thought to himself, walking out of the house he once called home and into the midnight air. Sadness coursed through him, but he remembered the promise he made to himself. He would never forget the vampire couple he called 'Mom and Dad.'