Life
Chapter Four
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Life
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Castlevania belongs to Konami not me. I am making £0.00 out of this fic, it is
written purely because I have a burning need to create. Although I would like
to own Alucard . . . then he’d be mine.
Warning: this fic contains really
warning for a Castlevania fic?). However although the first few chapters are
very easy going the later chapters
include, Heavy Yaoi, Violence and discussing of sensitive subjects.
Rating: NC-17
Authoress notestyle='font-size:8.0pt;font-family:Verdana;mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>: I have
changed aspects. I am aware Alucard’s eyes are a soft grey-ish colour, I was
however inspired to change this as I have been before in my other fics.
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chapter contains some of the stupidly Light Yaoi and blood play.
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Chapter Four
Crysta
and Samuel sat on the beach by the lake watching as Simon, Louis, Artemis and
Adrian tried miserably to stop there ball flying into the lake Artemis was
already soaked after swimming out to retrieve it.
Watching
the game made Crysta smile, she could not pin point the rules but it was
something about using your hands to keep a ball from touching the ground while
at the same time tying to get other people to drop it.
Several
of the boys were very good, she was surprised that humans could move that fast,
but the one she was watching was clearly inhuman.
“
under her breath and his head jerked up, causing him to drop the ball. He
shrugged and stepped away from the makeshift court, nodding to her then making
his way over when she smiled back.
Samuel
stood brushing sand from his clothing and muttering something about his hatred
for his human clothing. He had been forced to wear clothing to warm for this
weather to hide his wolfish attributes. Crysta was lucky in that she could
conceal her inhuman qualities easily, or at least easier than Samuel.
“Hello”
slightly to her she nodded; Samuel frowned slightly at
human does have some resemblance to our lord but . . .
killed.
“You seem
interested”
game, “you can join the next game if you wish”
“Don’t
know how” Samuel muttered unwilling to talk to this human who bore a
frightening resemblance to his past friend
an accent exactly the same as his own.
“That
would be nice however” the woman spoke now displaying the same accent “we would
wish to talk with you first, would you come eat with us”
people like him; he waved to those playing and accompanied the two newcomers
away.
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They sat
in a shady area for which
hour in the sun and already he had a headache. The area they sat in was very
secluded,
the woman who
called Crysta seemed very intent on finding somewhere private.
“So”
Crysta began “your not from here sir”
“It’s
that obvious”
eyebrows
“You are
nineteen now?”
you grow up? Do you remember anything about when you were young?”
Why was
this woman asking questions,
opened his mouth to answer but was stopped
“You must
think us terribly rude but we are looking for some one and they match your
description perfectly” Crysta smiled widely displaying perfect teeth,
“It’s
impossible my lady for I have been here as long as I remember”
to be disappointing to these people. Samuel leaned forwards peering at
hand brushed just below
slightly anxious by the closeness.
“
as if he couldn’t believe it
Adrian
pulled back quiet unsettled by the newcomers actions, but he became even more
upset when the new comer removed his hat revealing wolfish ears, his gloves
were removed to reveal three very short fingers tipped with claws and after a
few uncomfortable moments and struggling a tail was also revealed. <
Adrian
was speechless, the woman to was fiddling with her dress, twisting and lifting
it to reveal underneath a much more devilish and gothic dress that barley
covered her, but not only did it reveal more of her body than was modest, it
also showed small black and red wings and a thin red tail, her flowered hat was
removed to reveal small red horns almost covered by her hair.
should run screaming but he found himself almost hypnotised he felt comfortable
with these two hellish creatures even more so than his human friends whom he
had known many years. He found himself removing his own gloves revealing long
elegant but fiercely clawed hands, he rubbed his eyes and blinked a few times
clearing them of the drops that had been placed in there this morning,
revealing bright purple eyes that seemed to change colour as he moved, he moved
his long hair behind his ears showing elegant points and then he smiled
displaying thin, long, inhuman dentistry.
The woman
was grinning speechless, but the male creature threw himself at
“It’s
you! It’s really you! I thought you’d died! Oh dark gods Adrian, your Alive!!!”
the grip the wolf-ish man held on him was bone crushing yet Adrian pushed the
wolfish creature back gently before pulling his legs to his chest curling up,
confused by what the Wolf-ish man had said, he coughed before speaking
“It’s an
illness, they don’t know what but it is an illness nothing more” he tried to
explain
“t'>“What!”
Crysta laughed “Can’t you see you are like us, you belong with us, and we came
to take you back with us”
“Is there
a hospital”
hopeful to the prospect of a cure for his condition
“Hospital!”
Crysta laughed louder “I don’t think there’s a cure for Dunpeals” she placed a
delicate finger to her lips and giggled outright at
alabaster locks flying in all directions
“What did
you think it was” Samuel asked starching his right ear as if all this was
perfectly normal “what other creature did you know that dines on blood other than
the vampire”
“Cave
trolls” Crysta snapped still grinning
“They
don’t count” Samuel nipped
Adrian’s
head span, surly these two had a condition mirror to his own but there’s had
obviously effected there minds, without another thought Adrian had put his
gloves on, shook his hair lose and bolted back to human civilization.
“That went
well” Crysta muttered trying to fit back into her dress
“It was
truly
“I feel
like a walking tent’ Crysta whined
Night
found
tension that had been rippling through him was beginning to ease now with the
coming darkness. He always felt better at night. During the day it was like a
large hot weight was resting on his shoulders but t night with the cool air it
eased. He loved being outside in the darkness, he enjoyed being inside during
the day but at night the buildings always made him feel claustrophobic.
He sighed
to himself trying to calm his thoughts but they were spinning in his mind,
vampire? Could he really be a daemon, the thought both repulsed him and
tantalised him at the same time, it felt right, it seemed to fit. He felt like
a jigsaw with one piece missing and that was the piece. He longed for the
freedom to be himself yet he did not want to have to be a daemon to be free.
Vampire.
Surly if he was a vampire he would ignite in the daylight, Sunday services
would be impossible. But they had called him Dunpeal first before vampire, he
shook his head, no those two were crazy, insane . . . then why did they make so
much sense to him. What was a Dunpeal anyway?
Right now
he had a bigger problem, maybe it was because it had been so long since he had
last wandered in an ally or maybe it was because of all that had happened but
what ever the cause he was hungry, his stomach growled impatiently for
something solid food could not provide. He groaned hating himself.
He winced
remembering watching Artemis drain the rabbits from yesterday, how much he had
wanted to take them from him, warm, fresh unpolluted blood rather than the dry half
clotted, semi-cold, polluted stuff he was so used to. He remembered the smell,
maybe it was his imagination but he had been able to smell it ever since and now
it was driving him crazy. He continually clenched and unclenched his hands
hoping to work out some of the tension, a different tension that that of
before.
He wished
he could sleep, but trying to sleep like this was hopeless, he stood and left
the tent making his way towards the lake, he climbed up a small hill that
overlooked the whole campsite, being outside made him feel a bit better. But
the craving was still there crackling inside of him.
like a bell. But there was nothing here to take . . . except . . . No they were
his friends! How could he think that!! Guilt pounded into his mind for even
entertaining such a thought, how could he! . . . . But they were only human . .
. . Only human since when was he
anything but only human. Oh god he
really was going insane.
It had sat on the air so thickly he could almost taste it. Vampire. He tried to swallow but his mouth and throat were dry,
dusty, the craving had never come this strongly before, it was almost painful
and to know that he could stop it was worse.
work up some saliva so he could swallow, the thought, the temptation it was
physically consuming him. Vampire.
He could go down there now, they were asleep, and they would never know what
happened. NO! What was wrong with him! He had never thought like this before.
his clawed hands in his hair, clawing at it, tearing at himself. It hurt so
much! His veins felt aflame. He couldn’t breath! Vampire!
“Saw you
up here all on your lonesome . . . I . . . uh thought you might like some
company . . . . My company to be precise” Artemis flopped down beside him on
the damp grass
of the corner of his eye before he took a deep breath and turned to Artemis
nodding
“So what’s
bothering you” Artemis asked
“What
makes you think something’s wrong”
in his head was beginning to lessen. A distraction was just what he needed now.
But the pain remained, his stomach hurt like he had never eaten anything in
days, it sent spikes of pain up his back.
“Adrian
you look as though the grim reaper jumped out from behind a bush and told you,
you’ve got ten minuets to live, after steeling all your birthday presents”
Artemis’s smile widened but faded instantly to a more sombre expression.
sat.
After a
while
while now making the silence awkward, thankfully Artemis broke it.
“Do you
ever get lonely” he asked
“Sometimes”
suddenly seemed closer to him
“I am”
Artemis sighed and opened his mouth a few times to speak but words failed him
until “I really like spending time with you”
always thought of himself as to quiet, a sombre individual, lost in his thoughts.
He winced in pain momentarily and did not notice Artemis pulling close. He was
snapped out of his thoughts by a warm, wet mouth descending on his, pure and
utter shock stopped him reacting a moment, then he was lost.
Artemis
was pressed against him and Adrian could smell him, the scent of his life
running molten liquid through his veins, Adrian tensed, this had to stop if it
didn’t he would . . . his thoughts were stopped as Artemis slid his tongue into
Adrian’s mouth, tasting.
and willing sacrifice to do with what he wished, truly a gift from what ever
daemons were pleased by his condition.
throat and Artemis pulled away
"You're purring!"
"I liked that."
The relief
on Artemis’s face was astounding, and he almost threw himself onto
hate me”
Adrian
smiled and tilted Artemis’s head up to his “I don’t hate you” he said quietly
before closing his mouth over Artemis’s, dipping inside to taste that rawness,
the life that some how he seemed to lack. Life called to him. The pain was
receding.
Everything
was suddenly fading, the words Artemis was mumbling as
his mouth gently downwards. He nudged Artemis faintly, urging him to tip his
head up Artemis complied easily another quiet moan coming forth. Arms wrapped
around him seeming to urge him on, but again this was faint background all
quickening of Artemis’s heart.
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in his neck sped along with his heart;
making him breathe harder, his breath on Artemis’ skin made Artemis shiver and goosebumps
rise. Running on instinct alone
thought would be best and let the tip of his tongue search for the perfect
spot. He found it the blissful artery which ran just under the surface, holding
what he wanted. What he needed.
He pushed
against Artemis forcing him down on the damp grass, almost pinning him, then he
let his fangs trace the vein drawing a thin line of crimson. Running his hands
down Artemis’ torso.
“A. . .
Adrian” Artemis’s voice was low, breathless, but a faint tone of fear was
making itself known. “What are you . . . doing?”
The slight
hint of fear made
Artemis’, it was absolute bliss. He delighted himself in the light torment he
was putting on his prey, then almost gently he dipped his fangs into the flesh
as easily as a hot wire into butter. There was no resistance.
The moan
Artemis out out would make people wonder who was feeding from whom.
sending vibrations through Artemis’s body. The raw, yolky taste of blood
bubbled into Adrian’s mouth and slid down his throat, instantly Adrian felt it
warm him, energise him, he felt Artemis arch against him, felt Artemis’ hands
claw at his hair, passion born of Pain.
“Adr . . .
Adrian . . . so good”
blossoming red, his eyes became half lidded as he sucked lazily. The sensation
jolted through him making him tremble, his entire body trembled and bathed in
the pleasure being dealt him, nothing had ever felt this good, this right.
He felt
Artemis jolt, trusting up against him, he was
whispering something but
blood pounding in his ears and the sensations of having his prey bucking
beneath hi/spa/span>Suddenly
Artemis’s hands moved grasping tightly to Adrian’s back, locking the two
together, he groaned louder, Adrian felt his entire body stiffen and convulse
indicating this was over, Artemis’s veins ran dry Adrian found himself licking
desperately at the wound silently begging for more. Waves of electricity still
thrusting through him.
“Hey Art,
Louis
wandered towards them unnoticed by Adrian who held the still warm form of
Artemis, still silently wanting more, his eyes glowed crimson as he looked up
at Louis who had frozen, he smiled widely, and leapt at him.
His leap
however was stopped midway as a large weight landed on him pinning him to the
ground, enraged at being stopped
ground trying to close the distance between him and that which would feed him.
Louis yelped and ran.
himself from the weight above him.
“Crysta get
up here!!” a male voice called worriedly
Adrian
concentrated his efforts and pushed up and rolled, he succeed in loosening his
attackers grip and managed to scramble away a little before strong arms locked
around his legs and waist, his attacker clung desperately but the grip was
loosening fast.
“I can’t
hold him!”
“Then let
him go” a female voice called up
“No way!”
of the hands holding him; the hand moved and was thrust at him, aly
by
bleeding. He instantly sealed his mouth over it and stopped struggling. However
the cut was small and little more than droplets bled from it.
“Y . . . .
. Well that’s one way to do it” a female voice muttered “you shouldn’t have
stopped him”
“He would
have killed the other boy” the male muttered
“So what”
the female asked
“Well . .
. bugger. I shouldn’t have stopped him” the male admitted
“Stupid
mutt” the woman snapped but there was no real anger in her voice.
“What the
hell is wrong with him” the male voice muttered releasing his grip of Adrian
who shuffled round gripping the hand he was suckling from. Moving from the cut
that was healing and slipping fang into a wrist. The male grunted and glared at
the pale dunpeal.
“he’s been
suppressing instincts, now he’s let go, it will be hard for him to control
them, plus he’s most likely starved for blood, he’ll probably go to sleep for a
while after this’”
It was
this moment
himself away. Fear and confusion more than evident across his face, the tip of
his tongue touched his bottom lip finding blood there, the fear escalated.
“Adrian”
Samuel said quietly reaching a clawed hand out to him
“Do you
believe us now” Crysta asked croug dog down next to
shoulder. He turned to look at her
“I am a .
. .” he couldn’t say it, it wasn’t true. He closed his eyes feeling fatigue
wash over him, he was so very tired.
“OH SHIT
THE GUY!!” Samuel yelled
“Guy!”
Crysta snapped
“Louis”
Adrian jerked awake remembering that a moment ago he hadn’t been Louis just
food.
A sound
echoed up from the camp, people, and metal banging together, weapons.
“I think
we are going to have to run” Samuel muttered standing “I’ll go see what’s happening”
and with that he bounded off.
“Are you
ok” Crysta asked rubbing
“I am a
devil” he breathed in shock more than anything else
The sounds
grew louder very quickly Crysta looked over the brow of the hill
were his friends racing towards them.
“RUN!” Crysta screeched and the pair turned and fled,
“I . . . thought . . . you were . . . . Meant to be .
. . devils . . . can’t you fight? Defend yourselves?”
panted
“You’re stronger . . . than us” Crysta yelled back
“What”
yelled, he didn’t feel strong, he felt weak like he was made from air
Crysta stopped running suddenly and turned to face
there followers and screeched, the sound was indescribable, Adrian felt like he
had been swathed in cotton wool, he felt protected and soon he realized he was,
as the humans who got close enough fell to their knees blood trickling from
their ears.
Suddenly Samuel bounded into view having shifted his form
completely to that of a wolfs, he was huge! The size of a small pony at least!
He yipped and Crysta leapt up and the two bounded off,
surprised himself by keeping pace with the huge wolf creature in fact he found
himself over ta it! it!
Eventually the sounds of the humans faded and the trio
stopped running,
found himself not as out of breath as he should have been but the fact he’d
been chased by his friends all screaming for his blood made him fall to his
knees. Sleep tried to wash over him again, making him feel as if he were
wh
where warm, safe and soft; he collapsed onto the forest floor and lay there
gasping.
“Well” Crysta smiled, how could she smile at a time
like this
thought “well, I must say I thought that went rather well”
“Are you mad”
muttered under his breath
“We got what we came for” Crysta shrugged petting the
large Samuel between the ears making him whine pleasantly “now about getting
home”
“home” Adrian whispered his head was spinning, all he
wanted to do right now was lie down and sleep, he wished he was back in his
room he shared with Artemis debating some trivial . . . oh GOD ARTEMIS!
Artemis! He had killed Artemis!! How COULD he!! Oh god
he truly was a devil, one of the worst surly satin himself had had a hand in
his making. No wonder his friends had been screaming for his blood. He had
devoured Artemis, drank from his very life stream and delighted in it; he had
enjoyed it more than anything he had ever enjoyed before. But the blood that he
had stolen sat heavily in his stomach and at the thought of it
felt sick.
He doubled over arms wrapped around his mid section,
guilt eating at him as well as nausea, he had killed Artemis but more than that
he had enjoyed it, he had loved Artemis while he’d done it, been closer to him
than ever before.
Unable to hold on to his consciousness
fell into a nightmarish sleep.
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He was woken by a scream, a female scream. Crysta had
screeched, that same beautiful sound that made men fall to there knees and
blood pour from there ears.
sat up, looking around quickly to find the source of Crysta’s pain.
Samuel was nowhere to be seen and three men now held
Crysta hard against a tree, one had a hand over her mouth to stop the deadly
sound, a forth man appeared holding a sword about to run her through.
Suddenly the sword wielder fell, what was once his
throat now no more than a bloody pulp,
hissed baring full length fangs, pure red eyes. The men holding Crysta could do
nothing as quicker than even a supernatural eye could follow inhuman claws
raked across them, mauling them.
The grip on Crysta was released and she screeched once
again causing the human mob to fall to its knees, stopping there advancement.
Frenzied,
had no control over himself, it was almost as if his conscious mind had been
overridden by the animalistic need to rip everything to shreds.
With supernatural speed he moved through the crowd
shredding, destroying and enjoying it.
Crysta watched, she’d stopped screaming now and she
only watched. She’d heard about a vampires frenzy, when the beast within took
over, she’d even heard of Lord Vladimir losing control of his beast once or
twice, but she had never seen it. She watched as Adrian, moved with a feline
liquid grace, sending blood stained claws into chests, pulling forth hearts,
ripping out bones, peaces of fleshy pulp she could not identify, she watched
the pure elation in his eyes as he did it. The vampiric beast was not something
anyone would willingly unleash.
When it was over the mob had been reduced to so much
wasted flesh and bone,
sat in the middle of it, eyes wide with fear as he looked at the massacre
around him, as if he didn’t understand how it got there, or why there was blood
covering him.
Crysta moved towards
to see if she could talk to him.
“
It was not Crysta who spoke first but a human boy the
same age as
the boy looked to the bloody mess surrounding
and lowelowed before placing his hand to his mouth to stop himself being sick.
“Adrian, you . . . your not . . . you’re not human”
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Adrian looked up before standing, staring at the boy
with dead unseeing eyes, the boy reached up to touch Adrian’s face almost as if
making sure he was real, before leaning closer to him.
What is he up to? Crysta thought but suddenly more
hands wrapped around her, holding her. She saw humans, more humans the rest of
the camp descend down on
he seemed just to let them. She opened her mouth to scream but nothing came
forth as a hand clamped upon her mouth.
“foul Succubus” a man snapped she brought her teeth
down tiny fangs not near as impressive as a vampires, it was enough to make the
man let go but no sound escaped her as the ice cold metal slid into her
abdomen, she crumpled to the floor.
A sliver blur ripped into the scene accompanied bevereveral
some drawing a carriage some enjoying the massacre. Samuel smirked to himself
“Look who I found waiting in the wrong place for us”
he beamed but stopped instantly
“I think we’re a bit late” Karrasuman whispered
Karrasuman landed silently in front of the fallen
Crysta, ebony wings closing gently, a black feather fell to the ground, he
knelt down as blue flames seemed to swallow Crysta’s form burning faster than
anything before.
“Castlevania reclaims those it bore” he whispered as
Samuel knelt beside him
The two stood looking around as the last of the humans
fled the scene; gore hung from everything, the clearing reeked of death, a deep
voice made them turn
“Lord not . . . . Be happy” the stone troll was
crouching but stood slowly small pebbles falling from his cracks, in his arms
was the bloody, broken form of
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That was the first time
went into frenzy, the first time he let the beast consume him. The vampire
beast is the term we give to the loss of conscious thought when an emotion or
instinct takes over, a total lack of control, when vampvampire becomes little
more than an animal.
Adrian lost control and when he regained control he
could not fathom what had just happened to him, why people around him were torn
to shreds or why his hands were bloody, why were there bits of human skin under
his claws, he had gone almost comatose with the shock, luckily they were saved.
When he next woke up he was home.