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 from Livejournal

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: Okay this chapter still includes some mature-yaoi theme, please do take heed, also the conclusion/end is just around the corner. To my dearest friend and beta, Xvenal and Alucardt (whose current fic was an inspiration and joy to read). Yep we need for stories/fics for this pairing, in my humble opinion.

Chapter Five:

Noir smiled, he felt satiated after his coupling with Richter. Oblivious to the injuries he'd inflicted on the broken young man beside him, he stood from the bed and clothed himself. As he brushed his hand against the lapel of his collar, he took notice of the limp form of the vampire hunter – it would be hours before Richter would wake. Noir sighed. If only the warrior wasn't stubborn and had accepted his proposal, it wouldn't have ended like this.

Now Richter was a far cry from the defiant man who'd refused to become his consort, and it was taking its toll on him. From Richter's state tonight, it was likely that he'd be unconscious for the next few hours and wouldn't wake even when Noir's minions gathered his broken form to clean and apply healing salve to his injuries.

As much as he enjoyed Richter's continuous rejection of his advances, Noir couldn't help but be annoyed; Richter was human, and it would not be long before he succumbed to his confinement. The young man was refusing to eat the foods brought to him, even the threat of throwing him to his lust-filled minions didn't work.

Richter knew how possessive Noir was. Yet, Noir angrily admitted to himself, it was not only he who wanted to possess the vampire hunter; he could scarcely count how many of his company had sought to touch Richter – and had suffered death for it. Some were killed by Richter, but most were maimed by Noir's own hands.

But, over the last month, Richter's captivity and defiance had slowly been eating away at whatever strength he still possessed. He could now barely defend himself from Noir and his minions' advances, and so Noir had chosen his trusted butler to clean and to patch Richter up. Since then, none of his men had been slain.

Richter was his and no one else could claim him.

As he went to the door, Noir frowned. Richter had injured himself tonight more than his already beaten form could handle, if this were to continue, Richter might end up dying in his castle. He had to find a way for the warrior to surrender to his wishes, he'd waited for so long to claim Richter that not even Death was allowed to take him.

Noir had already procured the items needed for the ritual to make Richter an immortal like him, all that was needed was that Richter be healed so he could proceed. Yet, every time Noir looked upon the warrior, his desire to conquer him overrode his reason. Nonetheless, Richter had to be completely whole and healthy for the ritual to succeed, otherwise it would kill him.

Noir sighed and closed the door behind him.

Alucard hastily wiped the blood tears from his cheeks; he had to take a hold of himself, his rage was consuming him and, if he wasn't careful, it might cost Richter's life. Still, Alucard couldn't accept that a noble warrior like Richter should suffer such an indignity. The young man had already gone through so many hardships, to add this humiliation was unforgivable.

He held his breath when Noir, after dressing himself, finally left the room. Perfectly still, Alucard waited to see if anyone aside from Noir would enter the room. After at least three minutes, he surmised that no one would, and transformed into a mist, gliding silently into the room below.

In his mist form, Alucard heightened his senses. It seemed the entire wing encompassing Richter's room was devoid of any life – it was time to take him from this prison. As Alucard reached the foot of the bed, he resumed his true form, feeling the lump in his throat grow; up close, Richter's injuries seemed more serious than he'd imagined. With a cautious glance at the door, Alucard uttered a spell, effectively locking the door and preventing any intruders from making an unannounced visit.

The dhampyr went back to Richter. With deliberate care, he moved onto the bed, sitting beside the vampire hunter's bleeding form. He took note of Richter's injuries; from the fresh wounds that Noir inflicted on him, Richter needed medical attention foremost. With a gentle touch, Alucard tenderly felt for the pulse on Richter's neck; his breathing was shallow and uneven.

Swallowing, Alucard went on to whisper into Richter's ear. "Richter... Hold on, I'll get you out of here." As he spoke, he tenderly brushed aside the damp brown tendrils that covered Richter's tear-streaked face. Then Alucard froze, his left hand feeling some dampness beside Richter's blanket-clad hips.

'What...?' Frowning, Alucard withdrew his hand and gasped at what he saw.

Blood.

Panic-stricken, Alucard hurriedly peeled away the blood-soaked velvet blanket that enveloped Richter's naked form and froze – Richter's inner thighs were coated with blood. His hips bore Noir's claw marks, but the heavy bleeding came from between his thights, blood pooling from the wound. Richter's body bore scratches and bitemarks; some healed, but many fresh, including the wound on his right nipple, which was bleeding heavily.

The smell of blood should have made Alucard mad with blood lust, but the effect was quite the reverse.

Pure rage sung in Alucard's form, his eyes losing their former angelic amber hue to turn a fiery red. Noir would pay for this transgression.

The blonde dhampyr hurriedly broke the chains binding Richter's wrists to the iron bed and tenderly massaged the unconsious warrior's arms, bringing blood to the abused limbs. He noted the deep wounds to Richter's wrists; the bindings were not tight, but, because of his constant struggles, Richter's wrists were chafed. Alucard tore a strip from the blanket and bound the wounds.

With a cautious glance at the door, Alucard tore off another strip of blanket and, with uneasy apprehension, he spread Richter's thighs, carefully staunching the bleeding. He glanced up to see if Richter felt any pain, but the young man lay still on the blanket; Richter needed medical treatment urgently or he could bleed to death.

After dressing Richter's injuries, Alucard took off both his cape and coat. Carefully, he dressed Richter in his heavy black coat and covered him with his black cape. Then, he gathered the unconscious and bleeding form into his arms, resting Richter's head on his shoulder. He rose and took Richter from the bed. The vampire hunter was now safe in his hands.

Richter's battered form began to shiver, soft whimpers coming from his swollen lips. Without thinking, Alucard tenderly pressed his lips to Richter's forehead and whispered, "Be at ease, Richter... Your suffering ends here. I'll take you home."

Then, another voice rose from the room.

"That is if you get out of here alive, Alucard, which I won't let you do."

Alucard felt his jaw tighten. With furious eyes, he turned to look at the lycanthrope who stood in the open doorway. His grip on Richter didn't falter.

Solomon.

"So you've finally arrived. I'm impressed that you found us. As much I want to treat you as my guest, I'm afraid you're holding what is rightfully mine, Alucard."

Alucard gritted his teeth at the man's nerve. His spell had been easily overridden by Noir; he'd neither heard nor felt the lycan enter the room. The lycan leader, dressed in aristocratic finery, minus a cape, stood before him, eerily majestic and fearsome, his saber sword attached to his hip. Any ordinary person would cower before such a figure – but not Alucard.

Noir took in the furious shaking of the dhampyr's form; if not for the vampire hunter he held in his arms, he had no doubt that Alucard would already have attacked him by now. Noir knew that Count Vlad Tepes – Dracula – had been beaten by his own son. Seeing the dhampyr up close, he realized that he should not under-estimate his opponent, even though he had Alucard bested as a warrior in years and in experience.

Noir and Alucard eyed each other, both testing and feeling the other's strength. The young dhampyr's rage looked to be hanging on a thread, yet, calm and relaxed, Noir simply took his pipe and lit it, his eyes never straying from Alucard and from Richter, who, still unconscious, had begun to shiver in Alucard's arms.

"I'll be a gentleman, Adrian. I'll let you leave here alive, just let my consort go. I'll forgive you for trespassing in my home, I won't even mention this to your father, who, I'm sure, must be turning to his grave at you choosing, of all people, a Belmont to be your mate."

Alucard froze – Noir knew. His arms tightening around Richter, Alucard spoke. "If you're such a gentleman, then let Richter go. He's not yours to have, Noir."

Noir snorted, drawing from his pipe. "So you're saying that he is yours, Adrian? You do realize that you've sentenced yourself to death by that. No one covets what is mine, Richter belongs to me alone." He exhaled a fine stream of smoke. "I'm doing him a favor, giving him a future, but what does he do? He continues to be stubborn and rejects me. Thus, he had to be disciplined, to learn that his future is with me and no one else."

Noir shook his head. "Do you think, after his time with your father, he'll ever be whole again and be at peace? He was rejected by the very same people to whom he dedicated his life and for whom he fought! He's an outcast already, Adrian. If not for me, the body you're holding now would be a corpse. But I saved him, and, instead of repaying me, he resisted me as if I were plague-ridden!"

Alucard's gaze narrowed as Noir continued.

"Well, I told him, 'I don't take left-overs, but for you I'll make an exception'. But he pushed me away; he didn't see the devotion that I have for him. So, as you see, he had to be punished and reminded that he is owned by me, to whom he owes his life." Noir leered at him. "What is it, Adrian? Do you take left-overs too? I even asked him if your father was a better lover than me, but then he attacked me instead of answering so I never knew. I will soon, though."

With sudden malice in his eyes, Noir exclaimed, "Leave the Belmont here, Alucard, or die by my hands!"

TBC