Darkness Collides

Characters: Alucard x Richter, Solomon x Richter
Rating: R to NC-17
Warning: angst, heavy m/m scenes (yaoi), violence, mind-play, non-con.
Beta: xvenal

Disclaimers: All characters belong to Konami (except Solomon). This writing is purely fictional and no profit is intended nor obtained for this fanfiction piece.

Author's Note: There's a heavy m/m yaoi scene present here, please take heed. Thanks.

Chapter Four

(Five months later)

From the hills where he stood, Alucard cautiously surveyed the vast estate in front of him. Even at his vantage point, he could clearly see how Noir's home easily dwarfed Castlevania in size. The estate sprawled wide, vast trees seemingly enveloping the mansion in the middle. The mansion itself was grand and, judging by its architecture, seemed to date from the 12th century.

Oblivious to the cold chill that pervaded the night, his wind-blown silver tresses behind him, Alucard felt for his sword at his right side. It had taken a grueling five months before he, Maria and Richter's uncle Morrison, had found the place.

Now he was finally there, hoping that Richter was still alive in that cursed place. Time was of the essence and Richter's life hung in the balance; no one really knew why Noir had sought Richter or why Richter hadn't been seen again after his abduction.

'Richter, I'm coming. Hold on.'


(Flashback: Two months earlier)

Inside the modest Belmont estate, tension hung in the air as its occupants anticipated the arrival of the one who'd aided them in their battle against Count Vlad Tepes. Despite the uneasiness, Morrison calmly lit his pipe. In front of him stood an oil painting of Juste and his wife. To his left, a portrait of Richter as a young child of two, and, on the other side, another portrait of Richter, this one drawn when he reached his 21st year.

'So much had happened since then. Now Richter is in the hands of that fiend, Solomon. Juste, bless his good soul, must be frantic in the afterlife. He wouldn't want any harm to come to his only child.'

Then, a faint knock halted Morrison's introspection. He knew who the visitor was. "Come in."

The oak door opened and Alucard entered the private study room. Both men moved to stand in front of one another; despite the seeming difference in their humanity, each had a profound respect for the other.

As Alucard eyed Richter's uncle, Juste's cousin and the man who'd been the late Belmont's closest confidante, he noted the grace and stance known to the Belmonts. Morrison's features were similar to Juste's, except that his hair was of a mahogany shade and fell a bit shorter than Juste's had, to the nape of his neck. Even though Morrison was already past 60, Alucard could still feel the power emanating from the man; he was an experienced and capable hunter like Richter.

Morrison motioned Alucard to sit, but Alucard shook his head, respectfully declining his offer. Time was running out and Richter had yet to be found. Understanding that, Morrison came down to business. He could see clearly the distress mirrored in the halfblood's features; Alucard may appear cold and unaffected, but Morrison was an expert in reading a person's body language. He had his own thoughts regarding the reason behind Alucard's distress, but he preferred to keep those to himself.

Alucard broke the silence first. "You have news regarding Noir's whereabouts...?"

Morrison sighed wearily in response. "Yes indeed. I was able to find out where the exact location of Noir's estate really is." Morrison saw something spark in the halfblood's eyes, but that silvery gaze grew dim at his next statement. "There is also a big chance that Richter is being kept there, but we still have one dilemma to face..."

Alucard frowned and waited for Morrison to continue.

"Noir is a cunning man and this is the key to his continued survival. I discovered that his estate is under a protective spell. It remains hidden and invisible to everyone. No one, not even his pack, can access his fortress."

Alucard froze as he heard this, feeling his blood chill; Richter's chance of rescue seemed still to be impossible. How could he and the others save him if the Noir's home remained hidden from everyone? A brief silence took the two men for a moment.

Finally, Alucard spoke. "Is there a counter-spell we know that could break the estate's invisibility?"

Morrison gloomily shook his head. "To my knowledge, there is none. But, there is one occasion on which Noir's estate might appear." He took a deep breath and continued. "According to a book that I had found on his fallen brethren, a certain star from the north, which they call the 'Wolf Star', appears every five months, making Noir's estate visible to the naked eye. This only lasts for one night, then the estate will again vanish into thin air. Unfortunately, it appears this so-called star is scheduled to appear two months from now."

"Until then, we keep vigil over Noir's secret location and wait until the Wolf Star appears in the evening sky. At that time, we can make our move to save Richter."

Alucard felt his jaw tighten. 'Two months', could Richter still hold on that long? Alucard and the others had already found out the true nature of Noir's identity; as one of the few elder werewolves inhabiting the region, Noir's strength, power and fierceness was well known, even among his kind.

Even if Morrison and Alucard had faith in Richter's ability to survive whatever torments Noir had in store for him, they knew that the vampire hunter's chances of escape and survival were growing slim. Yet, they had no choice but to wait and hope that Richter was still alive once the estate appeared again.

With this knowledge, Alucard took his leave. He and Morrison had reached an agreement that he would be the one to rescue Richter from the mansion, while Morrison and the rest waited outside. If, after an hour, he and Richter had failed to emerge, they would storm the building.

As Alucard left the Belmont estate, he fiercely looked up at the evening sky.

'Two months... It will be a long wait, but don't give up Richter. I'm coming. Don't ever give up.'


Outside the Noir estate, a lone bat flapped towards the mansion's roof, trying to find the source of the vampire hunter's scent. It circled the entire mansion, hoping to find a trace of Richter's scent, but failed. Then, Alucard decided just to land on the roof of the west wing. Still in his bat form, Alucard surveyed the view in front of him, hoping to find a way inside.

Then suddenly, a strong gust of wind caused one of the stained-glass windows to open. The halfblood took this chance and immediately flew inside.

Inside the vast mansion, no beings seemed to guard the place. Ancient statues, paintings and other finery decorated the halls. Oblivious to the extravagant displays, Alucard silently glided just beneath the ceiling, avoiding the ancient chandeliers in his way.

The inside of the mansion was dark, and only the light from the candles gave some life to the stale and empty rooms beneath him. As Alucard approached the west wing, near Noir's grand study room, he froze. He had finally caught Richter's scent.

Cautiously, Alucard flew in that direction. As he neared his destination, he saw some of Noir's men beneath him. He immediately froze, then hid behind the ceiling's archway – he knew that werewolves were just as sensitive to movement as vampires were.

Seeing a large gap, which seemed to be a tunnel of sorts made by mice in the ceiling, Alucard quickly went inside; he couldn't take any chances. Flying deeper into the tunnel, he found out that it connected most of the mansion's rooms.

Then, he heard something from his right and Richter's scent seemed to be stronger in that direction. Alucard drew in a breath, he hoped he could find Richter and get him to safety. He would confront Noir later.

On finding his target, Alucard flew from inside the ceiling towards a small gap near where Richter's scent was coming from. He frowned inwardly, there seemed to be another scent in the air aside from Richter's. Could it be...?

As he landed on the ledge set just beyond the gap, Alucard resumed his true form – and nearly choked at what he saw below.

He had found Richter.

Noir was on top of his naked form...

Alucard froze and watched in horror; he felt blood tears come to his face as Richter struggled to free himself from Noir, who straddled his form. Although the room was dark, candles effectively illuminated Richter's weary, damp body.

His arms and wrists were bound above his head, his ankles bound to each of the bed's corner posts. Richter's muscular body glistened in the candle lights and his hair framed his face in disarray.

Noir was in top of him and still in his human form. As if to humiliate the vampire hunter further, he still had his pants on as he hastily thrust inside Richter.

Alucard swallowed, he could clearly see how Richter fought against Noir, the muscles in his body straining as he struggled. Noir moaned as he sucked on Richter's exposed neck.

Noir seemed intoxicated as he drank in the fear and anger of the vampire hunter beneath him. Helpless and vulnerable, Richter stood no chance against him. Noir couldn't stop himself from marking the poor young man as he writhed under him; various bite marks, bruises and scratches marred the vampire hunter's smooth skin.

The tight heat that enveloped him nearly drove Noir mad, Richter had always bled when he took him and tonight was no exception. He could see that the weariness and depression was finally getting to Richter; deny it as he might, the vampire hunter was already broken, he just needed to be constantly reminded of his station.

He was Noir's pet and his entire being belonged to Noir.

Oblivious to Richter's suffering, Noir had thrust harder, earning a sharp cry. The pain made Richter arch his body and he felt himself tear. He struggled to breathe as Noir's large frame weighed down on him. Against his will, Richter began to weep at his helplessness.

Alucard's heart ached as he saw the tears trailing from Richter's flushed cheeks; every wince, cry and struggle that Richter made tore him apart. He wanted to intervene and kill the bastard who was tormenting Richter, but he knew he had to hold back. Noir was powerful and, trapped in this enchanted place, Alucard needed time to free Richter.

Even at the expense of the vampire hunter's pain-filled cries.

As Noir saw the first tears spill from Richter's sapphire eyes, a new kind of hunger ignited within him. Nothing was more beautiful than seeing this proud man reduced to tears.

Noir slowed his pace, taking hold of Richter's brown silky tresses. He gave him a furious kiss and said, "Your soul is mine, Richter."

With that he shape-shifted into a werewolf.

Richter gasped as he felt the fur and added weight against his body. He also felt Noir grow within him. Seeing the vampire hunter's shock and fear, Noir suddenly plunged deep into Richter, tightly gripping the young man's bruised hips as he buried himself within.

Richter threw his head back in pain as he felt himself break, crying out.

'No, stop!'

Alucard wept as he watched Richter's body tremble with suffering.

To further prove his dominance, Noir ravished him passionately, the smell and feel of blood heightening his lust. Richter's tear-streaked face and flushed features made him mad with desire. Carefully, he lapped at the vampire hunter's tears, moving down to lick a path from Richter's flushed and bruised cheeks to his neck, then to his reddened nipples. To inflict more torment on the broken young man, he scrapped his fangs against Richter's nipple, drawing fresh blood.

Richter's body arched and jerked in pain. As Noir neared his peak, he untied Richter's ankles and took his legs upon his shoulders. As the young man gasped for breath, Noir pulled his hips to him hard, burying himself to the hilt.

"Aaarrggghhh!"

Richter arched and writhed as he felt Noir's essence spill inside him, his mouth opening in shock, blood spilling from his torn body. His mind and body at their limits, he finally lost consciousness.

Minutes later, Noir left Richter there, wounded, bleeding and unconscious. Richter's skin was damp with sweat and tears, his brown hair in disarray, some tear-soaked tendrils shadowing his face. His body was flushed and bruised.

Without knowing, Alucard wept for the broken angel lying almost dead in the room.

TBC

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