A Vampyr x Castlevania (Netflix) fanfic.

Hello everyone, yes, it is another fanfic that I will most likely swap on and off of like the others, no I will not be able to maintain a consistent schedule with this, I'm very sorry.

Anyway, this idea I recently got after reading some other stuff about Castlevania on AO3, and I wanted to try my own hand at it.

Just a heads up, this will be somewhat of a fix-it fanfic. Lisa will live and humanity will not come under attack by Dracula. Maybe. I might also bring more things from Vampyr over at some point, much later in the story, but for now this is what I got.

I hope you all enjoy it, and without further ado, let's get to it!

New Places, New Times

London, 1963…

Jonathan Reid sighed as he just set down a good book for the day. He had neglected sleeping today as he finally found a really good novel after a few decades of trying to find something other than new medical texts that piqued his interests.

As the sun began to set, he smiled and grabbed his coat, deciding he'd have a night on the town for old times sake, and thankfully he never had to get new clothes very often, most people just assuming he came from old money whenever he went out with his suit vest and tie, though he did have to ditch the old pocket watch after the 30s when wrist watches started to get bigger.

After double checking he had his wallet on him, he headed out, walking out into the cool london air, though he did wince at the noise. One big difference that he didn't enjoy about this decade is that automobiles started getting easier and easier to buy, completely congesting the city's once clean and relatively safe streets. Though he supposed it was better than what New York was like in America when he visited.

As he made his way to the lower end of the city, he wondered if he could find some murderer to feast on before it claimed any victims. He had long since wiped out a majority, if not all of the crazed skals and he wagered he still had another fifty or so years before the Red Queen tried anything again.

He had also driven out most of the Ekons who had made a living off of the suffering and stagnation of the slums of London, such as the Ascalon club, after he killed a few more of their 'guard dog' Vulkods. He had killed so many that he didn't even realize what he was becoming.

Originally, he knew he started as an Ekon, a first generation, related to the infamous and famous Myrdden Wyltt, and sired by the very same. As he kept embracing criminal after criminal, and unfortunately a few friends who didn't want to live the rest of their days bedridden and dying, his power kept growing, and his eyes changed to have pitch black sclera, a red iris the color of the blood he drank, and a slitted pupil that reminded him of a cat's. Yet it didn't stop there.

As he started targeting the more vampiric population that caused nearly unending pain and torment for the mortal one, both at home and on the battlefields of the second world war, his powers grew again, yet so did his form. Eventually, his limbs and body lengthened, his posture became that of a hunched predator when provoked, he stood over seven feet when he did stand up straight, his claws and teeth lengthened and sharpened, and he felt as if he could smell a fly on the other side of town, all while hearing it's wings beating. As if to mark his new status as a Nimrod vampire, his eyes changed as well, going from the blood red of most of his victims, to a deep purple, like that of royalty.

At first, he wondered how he would ever hide these traits form the rest of society, but that fear was for not as, like the Vulkods, he could transform his body in minor amounts to hide a great deal of his new features, and when he looked in the mirror, he was surprised to see that he looked more human than he had in years.

Back to the present, he smiled more as the sounds faded and the rain picked up, and he found a nice, quiet tea hosue, and after ordering a cup he enjoyed it for a minute. His night was unfortunately ruined, however, when he saw and smelt the Ekon that was passing him start to follow another man down an alleyway.

He sighed as he finished his drink, and he quickly gathered his things as he steadily followed behind. When he actually got to the alleyway, right where the men should be, his night kept getting worse as he realized it was an ambush, both of the men stepping out of the shadows, several other Guards of Priwen stepping out with them.

"There you are, Jonathan Reid, the last blood sucker of London." The leader of the group, a big man with a shotgun that no doubt held incendiary rounds said.

Jonathan sighed as he slowly got into more of a combat stance, the shadows coalescing around him, until he was soon holding the surgical saw of his good friend Rakesh, who had died two decades ago, on the frontlines as a medic. In his other hand, as if making a mockery of the men before him, he held an old, used but reinforced Priwen stake, something that didn't escape their notice.

There was no more words exchanged, before every flew into a flurry of action. Jonathan had to give them credit, they had became rather good vampire hunters over the years as they attacked him all at once, the big one with the shotgun that called him out being the only one to not attack as Jonathan dodged a spiked cudgel, quickly countering with a slash across the man's stomach, the surgical saw, sharpened to brutal precision, opening up his belly as if it were a wet paper bag.

The screamed as he went down, and Jonathan absorbed the blood quickly before coalescing a solid spear made of the stuff, flinging it at another man and impaling him to wall, but he was taken off guard when the big man finally moved, drawing a large sword and plunging it into his back.

Normally, such an action would be met with a swift stab of his stake, but something was wrong with the blade as Jonathan felt like he could barely move, his body convulsing and turning to its true form as runes and lines along the blade glowed.

"Say goodnight to the last moon you'll ever see, blood sucker." The big man said, punching Jonathan with a reinforced glove, before grabbing his hair and making him face the moon, "Now, recede a facie mea." The man screamed, the runes glowing so bright that it blinded everyone, and when it died down, the vampire was no longer in sight.

Wallachia, 1475…

Jonathan groaned as he started to sit up, and upon looking around he noticed that he was in the middle of a massive forest. He also noticed that the sword, which once shone so brightly, has both gone dim and is still buried to the hilt through his back.

Before he could get the chance to pull it out though, he heard a loud scream, and after whirling around, he noticed it was an older woman, screaming bloody murder before running off, and knowing that was his que to leave, he ripped the sword out the hard way, probably eviscerating some of his ribs and organs in the process, before running as fast as he could, deeper into the forest, gradually changing his form back to that of a human as he went, and absorbing the blood out of his clothes while repairing them with shadows.

When he finally did reach civilization, he was surprised to see that it wasn't anything that he recognized, being a small little town that looked like it came right out of a history book of the medieval ages. He either hit his head really hard, he really was dead, or that magic sword that the Guard tried to kill him with did this.

Before he could head back into the forest, however, he heard the sounds of a mob forming, and not only saw the light of torches but smelt the ash of them as well, and without further ado he headed into the village, ducking around corners here and there, before finding a more isolated house just on the edge of the village.

Heading just behind it, he was glad to find a door, and after a quick lockpick he let himself in quietly, the action easy for one who's grown used to sneaking past vampire hunters, but he was momentarily stunned, after he closed the door, as he saw instruments advanced enough that they had no place being in this time period.

Before he could get close enough however, a very small but very sharp blade was put to his throat, "You know, you're supposed to come during the day if you have an ailment that I could cure." A blonde haired woman said with fire in her eyes as he looked back at her.

Jonathan cleared his throat, surprised once again that he didn't notice her, "I'm very sorry about that madam, but I needed a spot to stay after that, well, inquisition seems a strong word for it, mob outside was most likely going to tie me to a pole and burn me, if I remember the time period correctly." He said, hoping beyond hope that she was somehow another Ekon that got sent back.

The woman paused, as if listening, but as the crowd soon passed by, going back into the forest, they both seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and she pulled the knife away from his throat, "That they were, most likely for believing you're some kind of monster, or practicing magic. Am I correct in assuming the latter? Because subtly asking the time period is an incredibly weird thing to do when a lady is holding a knife at your throat." She asked with a deadpan.

Jonathan mentally face palmed before going with it, "Yes ma'am, a small experiment unfortunately that went expertly wrong." He lied easily, before turning around fully, "By the way, I'd like to know my savior's name so I could thank her properly."

The woman smiled, "Lisa Tepes, of Lupu. I would be the resident doctor here." She said and put the knife to the side. "Am I also correct in assuming that instruments such as these aren't as vilified and demonized in the near future?" She asked, almost in excitement.

"That would depend, what year is it? Also, quite a few of these things have gotten incredibly obsolete compared to what we have in my time." Jonathan admitted, and the more he talked with Dr Tepes, the more he felt like he was talking with old colleagues.

"1475." Lisa said quickly, "In the independent country of Wallachia." She informed him, before becoming a tad distraught at his wincing. "That long?" She asks.

"I don't even know." He answered honestly. After all, if time travel were apparently possible to the more occult members of this world, maybe they would believe in multiple dimensions as well, "The reason why though, is because Wallachia wasn't independent during this time period in my world. Though, even then, the witch hunts didn't stop until 1694."

It was Lisa's turn to be surprised there, "Oh, well, hopefully we'll get more luck. Though I doubt it." She says before smiling easily, "Would you like a cup of tea? Running from the mob must have been rather tiring." She offered him, and he smiled back.

"I would love one." He said, and soon they were at an easy silence for a bit as Jonathan looked around at the various instruments around the room, obviously medical in nature, but some of them seemed downright strange, almost alchemical, while others seemed just so far out of what this time period should be that they were almost alien. The microscope in particular catching his interest.

His thoughts were interrupted though as Lisa sat down, "So, I told you what time and place we're in, now, it's only fair that you tell me what time and place you're from." She said, and immediately poured him some.

He laughed at the abruptness of her words, "God, the interrogation is going to start already? I just sat down." He said, though she didn't relent, and he gave a faux sigh, "Fine. 1965, London. There, are you happy?" He asked.

Lisa was astonished once again, "No! Not until you tell me what it's like." She said as they kept talking, and he told her about the ways cities and people advanced, how the church no longer held any real sway over the common people's lives, of the fall of monarchies and dictators across most of the world. He also told her about his job.

"I'm actually a doctor myself, you know? I specialized in blood." He said, and it seemed almost like Lisa laughed at that. Believing that she didn't believe him, he got a bit defensive, "I did! I swear on my life, came up with a new blood transfusion technique as well, and saved a lot of lives on the battlefield." He said, though the last bit was said somberly as he remembered the fighting.

Lisa paused at that. She knew there would be wars in the future, humans were far too destructive for their own good sometimes, but she couldn't help but ask, "How big was the war?" She asked.

Jonathan sighed as he stared off for a moment, before finally answering, "Sixty million people fought in the four years that made up the First World War, and of that, they finally have a death count. Over twenty million, and only a little over nine and a half of them were military." He said, and her face was all he needed to see to hear her opinion of the matter. She was horrified.

"H-how, how could there be so many?" She asked quietly. She could barely fathom that many people even living across a few countries, Wallachia barely having a million themselves.

Jonathan huffed a laugh that had no humor, "Well, it wasn't called a World War for nothing. Too many alliances and promises kept roping people into the mess. As for how many deaths, that was both because of the firearms, think advanced crossbows that just shoot the metal tip of a bolt faster than your eye could see by using explosive powder, and the fact that the higher ups in every military decided to use it as a testing ground for every now warmachine they could cook up. From steel boxes with big guns on treads called tanks, to flying machines that could drop bombs so high they were barely seen."

After a bit more talking, with him even telling her a bit about the second world war, they finally decided to call it a night, and that Jonathan would stay with her until the suspicious went back down, his job being to help around the house and possibly find ways to start bringing modern medicine into the High Middle Ages.

The next few days passed in relative peace, though the mob for some reason didn't die down, and over time it was becoming harder and harder for Jonathan to hide his more vampiric aspects, such as his aversion to light or the fact that he rarely woke up when the sun was up. Though at the same time Jonathan was getting more and more confused as she seemed almost understanding.

The hiding was for nought though, as eventually there was a harsh rapping on Lisa's door, not too long after lady Djuvara had left, and standing at the door was apparently the bishop, Jonathan having hidden underneath the floorboards that Lisa originally used to keep an icebox.

When the men were ordered to search the house and found the medical instruments, Jonathan winced as Lisa said that they had nothing to do with god, knowing that was the worst thing she could have said in that moment.

Deciding he'd had enough of this farce of a 'witch hunt', he revealed himself, crawling out of the boards as soon as their backs were turned, "You three! You're after me aren't you?" He asked, after replacing the board though.

The two 'priests' and the bishop whirled around. When they saw the man, no, monster that they were supposed to be hunting, they grinned, and the bishop stepped forward, "Well, it seems the lord truly has blessed us tonight. Now we may purge not only a witch, but her monster as well."

Jonathan reeled a bit, the man was absolutely mad if he thought that they would give up without a fight, for god's sake Lisa was already looking to bolt, probably abstaining because she didn't want Jonathan to get caught.

As if to prove that thought right, she spoke up, "Jonathan, go, I'll be fine, just go!" She assured him, and he sighed.

"I can assure you Mrs. Tepes, no you would not be. Now, if you could please cover your ears." He said, his eyes turning the dark purple they were supposed to be, and as Lisa did almost instantly, Jonathan's true form burst through, his bones rapidly cracking and snapping to the way they were supposed to be. Not even finished, he started to scream, a sound not unlike a howling skal ripping it's way through his throat.

The sound was so great that, if the men had been Ekons, their ear drums would have burst, but as it stood they most likely just got minor tears, though it was still enough to make them bleed, and even Lisa, despite covering her ears and avoiding the damage, seemed a bit stunned.

Jonathan wasted no time in burying his oversized claws into their chests, ripping apart hearts and lungs while breaking through ribs as if they were made of glass, before gripping their insides and using them as hand holds as he burst towards the bishop, and promptly ripped the man's neck to shreds.

As the man died, Jonathan heard his last thoughts, God, please, protect me… I have so much more to do, before it finally fades and the man goes limp. Jonathan promptly made sure he stayed dead by biting through his neck and decapitating him.

When it was all said and done, barely a sound other than his howl passed, before Lisa sprung to her feet, "Jonathan? Are you okay? They didn't hit you with any holy weapons did they?" She asked as she checked him over.

Jonathan lost his words for a moment. Here was a woman, who all in one night nearly just been burned at the stake, had her home burned, and then saw the three men that were going to do it absolutely brutalized by the same man from the future who she assumed was a magical practitioner.

Recovering as quickly as he could, he answered, "I'm fine, though that man didn't honestly taste right, but we need to go, soon. You said that your husband had some sort of castle nearby? How close is it?" He asked as she nodded after him saying they need to leave, and she started to write something.

"Shouldn't be more than a three day journey into the mountains. I'm leaving a note so he knows that I'm safe." She says, and he nods, checking out the door for anyone that might be coming to resume the bishop's 'work', but thankfully no one even peered out their windows, though he could sense and smell their fear, seeing their hearts beating rapidly in their bedrooms.

As soon as she was finished, Jonathan started to see signs of another mob, this one's hearts beating in religious fervor and anger, so without wasting a second, he scooped Lisa up, a hand behind her head so she didn't get whiplash, and dashed off, going so fast that he appeared to be teleporting as he ran into the woods, the momentary stops allowing Lisa to guide his path.

They eventually stopped for a breather near a cave, just as the sun was coming up as Jonathan had been running all night, not even stopping to eat a deer, the bishop's and his men's blood enough to last him at least a few days.

As they settled down, there was an uneasy silence, before Lisa spoke up first, "So, not just a magic practitioner, but a vampire?" She asks and raises an eyebrow at him.

He winces, "Only the latter, I'm sorry to say. Magic has largely fallen out for the most part, the texts either burned or buried somewhere that no one has discovered yet, too much knowledge. Whoever sent me back got lucky." He said as he washes off the blood on his hands, more so to get the smell off than anything.

She watched him do so with a bit of intrigue, "Hmm, there's another difference between our worlds. Supposedly, vampires in our world can't go through running water without melting." She said as he finished drying his hands on some grass nearby.

Jonathan elected to not change back for now, just in case more trouble somehow followed them, "I take it your husband is an monster as well then?" He asks and keeps his eyes on the trees around them, even as he inches back further and further into the cave.

Lisa nods, "He is, a rather strong one at that. If you don't mind me asking, what kind of creature are you?" She asks.

"I'm what you'd call a Nimrod. It's one of the many branches of vampirism where I'm from, and can only be created when an Ekon, the more 'true' vampires as they like to think of themselves, grows older and 'evolves' through certain means." He said, deciding to keep it vague.

Lisa looked surprised at that, "Well, chalk that down as another difference between worlds. We only have the one type of vampire in ours, though they do get different abilities for some reason." She admitted.

Jonathan made a noise of curiosity, though they were both so tired they decided to simply sleep for now, and possibly talk more once they woke up the next day.

The Village of Lupu, At the same time…

Vlad Dracula Tepes sighed as he entered his wife's village. He had been travelling for quite some time by this point and honestly just wanted to relax for a while, shut out the outside world and lay down. His thoughts were interrupted, however, when he smelled something, the last thing he ever wanted to smell from his wife's house. Blood.

He quickly rushed inside, finding the door unlocked, but abruptly stopped as his foot landed in a puddle of blood that had long since stopped spreading, courtesy of the headless corpse of what looked like a bishop by the front door, and he spotted the deadman's head just a small ways away, a look of terror on his face.

Looking further into the home, he saw that a few of the scientific instruments were broken, and there were the bodies of two more priests, both of which had nearly all of their organs pulped by what looked like claws.

Before he could jump to conclusions however, he found Lisa's note, for only she had that kind of hand writing, and calmed somewhat upon learning that she was heading for the castle, deciding he'll catch her and the man that protected her, this Jonathan Reid, halfway.

Giving one last disgusted look to the bishop and his men, he didn't even bother stepping over them, crushing their chests and ribs with a step that was more akin to a stomp as he went, and as soon as he reached the tree line he transformed into a wolf and took off.

Author's Note: Hello Everything, thank you so much for reading this, I hope you all have a wonderful day.

Like I said, I will do my best to balance the attention I give to all of my fics, I'm just kind of having a writer's block with sci-fi and I wanted to write this idea down before I forgot.

See y'all next time.