Life
Chapter Six
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Life
Disclaimerstyle='font-size:8.0pt;font-family:Verdana;mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>:
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 senve sve 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 Six
sat on the ledge of his balcony his legs swinging slightly in the breeze, he
enjoyed it up here especially on clear nights such as this one, but this night
he was not happy.
“You look cheerful”
smiled slightly and turned to see Samuel approach from behind,
“In fact you radiate happiness better stop grinning
like that
or the top of your head will fall off”
sniggered at that, Samuel promptly sat himself on the balcony beside him, the
two sat in silence for a moment before
“Father wishes me to join him on the next incursion”
“Ah” Samuel muttered knowingly “trying to get a bit of
the old killer instinct to come out”
“He can try all he wants”
mumbled “I will defend myself if I have to but I will not kill just for the
sake of it”
“I don’t think he wants you to, he just doesn’t want
you to end up like your mother and he wants you to eat something” Samuel sighed
“I don’t need to, not as often as he does anyway and .
. .” but he was interrupted
“Do we really have to go through all this again”
Samuel asked, “I did not come up here to discus human understanding and the
right to life, such moral conversations are best reserved for the Liberian”
“He told me he didn’t want to hear me angst any more
and I had to cheer up or he wouldn’t let me back in”
smirked
“So where did you get that from” Samuel pointed to a
thick tome that rested on the nightstand
“I gave him a zircon from down in the caverns”
explained causing Samuel to snigger
“Ah yes” Samuel smirked “distract him with something
shiny”
Adrian
rolled his eyes “come on this balcony is getting dull”
With that
stood on the ledge and turned as if he were going inside before allowing
himself to fall backward from the balcony. Samuel winced.
slid through the air, dropping gracefully and twisting his body around before
landing silently on his feet in the garden, he smirked looking up, the balcony
was situated on one of the high towers and even
had to squint to see the tiny form of Samuel.
“I wish you wouldn’t do that”
said from behind
causing him to jump “it makes my stomach turn to watch you do that”
“Why”
shrugged turning to face his father, who was at least a head taller than him so
had to tip his head slightly
“It just doesif yif you must do it wait until I’m not around”
“I didn’t know you were down here”
replied honestly “I wasn’t looking”
“Well look before you throw yourself from balconies in
future ok”
shrugged and lowered his eyes momentarily before raising them again to peer at
his father.
Vladimir
smiled to himself as he noticed the dominant and most occurring colour in his
son’s eyes was purple, a relaxed colour, his son was happy and comfortable, you
can tell much about a vampires emotions by the colour of there eyes, only the
very old have the power to wilfully change there eye colour every one else’s
was done by emotional reaction.
“I wish you wouldn’t do that!!” Samuel hollered
running up to the pair Vladimir made a sort of ‘humm’ sound showing he wasn’t
the only one who disliked
acrobatics;
just rolled his eyes before putting his hands up in a subservient gesture
“Alright”
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As time wore on and the night began to ripen
and Samuel found themselves under one of the night blossoming trees, well
Samuel was under while
lounged on a branch occasionally dropping leaves on his wolfish companion.
“You still haven’t seen the catacombs yet have you”
Samuel asked
“Why would I want to”
asked lazily letting his arm flop
“Just thought it was better than being board around
here” Samuel tilted his head to look up at his pail acquaintance who shrugged
“Wow the excitement never ends around here” a voice
from a little way down the gardens called
Adrian and Samuel turned to see Orlox the only other
Vampire resident. Orlox was a young fledgling, younger than
taken in by
when the village had made to execute him. Samuel claimed that Orlox gave him
the creeps but he fascinated
he was completely opposite to him, dark hair where his was light, coffee
coloured skin and he held necromantic powers where
seemed more alive than anything in the castle.
“We were thinking of exploring the catacombs” Samuel
muttered giving Orlox an unpleasant glare
“like I said excitement never ends” Orlox smiled
before clawing up the tree to perch on a small branch above Adrian, “you seem
extra cheerful moonbeam” Orlox dropped a petal on Adrian who blew it away.
“I’m supposed to go on the next raid”
answered
“Why is that a bad thing Moonbeam? Human’s are
mindless animals” Orlox shrugged
“It’s easier for you, you hate them, and you have a
good reason to hate them”
snapped
“Last time I looked so did you” Orlox pointed out
“I can’t hate them for something I don’t remember, all
the memories I have of humans were quiet good, my friends were human, I grew up
with humans, my mother was human and incase you haven’t noticed I am half
human” with those words Adrian rolled from the tree and stalked away towards
the castle entrance.
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found his son in the chapel, sitting among the marble statues. His son looked
discontented
knew why.
“I only wish for you to see the brutal nature of
humans that they shielded you from, I want you to recognize them for what they
are, mindless killers who destroy all that apposes them”
tried to explain
“All creatures kill what frightens them, hell look at
the vampiric beast if that isn’t mindless brutality . . .”
was interrupted
“we have no control over the beast, humans are always
in control, those who say otherwise are stupid or lying” Vladimir snapped but
his expression softened quickly “I just don’t want to you die like your mother
did, she to thought humanity had a hidden goodness that just doesn’t exist, her
naivety got her killed”
stood, and dropped down from the statue he was sat atop before standing in
front of his father.
“I am aware of how humans will attack us, I will not
fall prey to them and if it helps you to know I am prepared to kill to defend
myself, I just don’t wish to kill needlessly”
Adrian shrugged Vladimir smiled
“How about I make you a deal” he offered “if I can
make you shift your form then you will accompany me”
smirked he had visited the library often and had read many books, the first
ones about his breed. While a full vampire may have the power to change form
Dunpeals rarely have. He also researched the different types of vampires,
Lycan-vampires who can shift there form, Necro-vampires who have dominion over
the dead and black-vampires who control the magic’s. Just because his father
could shift form didn’t mean he could, after all the beast manifests
differently in all.
Put basically he doubted his ability to shift his
form.
“Alright then I take your offer”
nodded with certainty
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explored
powers yet and so they had no idea which way they might turn.
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was used to getting his way; smaller daemons knew what happened to them when he
didn’t get his way.
belief that he would not be able to change form, the father viewed as a
challenge and set to the task with vast enthusiasm. For over a fortnight he
tried to get
to shift form, with no such luck, which he believed was because
didn’t really believe he could change form.
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about getting him to change on instinct, sneaking around the castle, jumping
out of paintings and the like.
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he found a way to make his tactics work
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was tired, for nights now he had been walking around the castle huarduard
raised like a wolf’s hackles. Being constantly alert took it out of him so he
was retiring early tonight, an hour before the dawn.
His father had seemed almost worried about his son’s
fatigue and so
assumed he would lay off with his constant attempts and let him sleep.
Almost crawling into his bathroom
glanced at his faded refection in the mirror and groaned he looked three
centuries old. A small sound came from behind him and he groaned loudly.
“Nice try but I heard you, please just let me sleep tonight,
I’ll try again tomorrow” he shouted at the door hoping his father would take
the hint
The small sound stopped and
smirked and opened the door ready to crawl into his bed and sleep for about
three or four weeks. Removing his coat he opened the closet finding a man,
wrapped in bandages groaning loudly.
“Oh for crying out loud”
snorted and dropped his coat over the mummy
He walked over to his bed dropping cloths on and
around his chair and muttering about pathetic attempts to make him jump.
Curling up contentedly among the sheets of his bed he quickly lost
consciousness.
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woke later than usual the next evening finding his father sat beside his bed.
“What time is it”
asked his voice groggy
“About
past ten
smiled “I let you rest”
“Thank you”
nodded, he stretched, and he did indeed feel better than he had since this
whole shifting experiment started.
“I think”
began “that I have found away for you to shift
“I swear I felt something when you feel out of that
French painting” Adrian yawned “hysteria” he sniggered, remembering how his
father had timed his assault badly and had ended up falling head first from a
lady’s bosom.
“Yes, yes ha, ha it was very amusing, laughs all
round”
snapped before continuing “I have found this” he held out a pendant, a small,
silver wolf's head. “Made from alchemy, as are many of my other trinkets, I
think this will help you”
“What is it”
asked sitting up, covers pooling around him as he leaned forward to get a
better look.
“It is a locket, it contains the soul of a wolf”
smirked “you absorb it into yourself and bind it to you, thus you gain the
wolfs form, it is how vampires who do not have the ability to become other
creatures force themselves to change”
“Oh”
blinked fingering the locket
“Get yourself dressed and we’ll see what we can do”
smile widened “I’ll wait for you in the northern courtyard”
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The northern courtyard was just outside of Orlox’s
main chamber and
was not surprised to find the dark haired individual waiting with his father.
He noticed Orlox watch him as he entered the courtyard, Orlox watched him an
awful lot, but then turnabout is fair play, his eyes constantly wondered to the
dark haired immortal. It was one of the reasons Samuel disliked Orlox, ‘I don’t
hate him’ Samuel had tried to explain ‘I hate the way he watches you, the way
he looks at you’.
shrugged the thoughts away and stood before his father.
“Absorbing the soul will be simple”
explained “changing will be simple, a unique feeling but not difficult, however
changing back for the first few times will be . . . a bit of a challenge. The
wolf takes over” he struggled momentarily with his words “your mind must
override its instincts, it will do it automatically after the first few times,
but to begin with you will have to work at it”
nodded understanding what his father was saying. He watched as the locket was
opened and a bright glow emitted from it. He leaned over to get a better look
and gasped in shock as the glowing ball shot towards him, disappearing inside
him.
“See simple”
smirked “now you simply will the change, imagine yourself as a wolf, the majik
will do the rest”
couldn’t help but feel awkward and embarrassed as he closed his eyes and stood
perfectly still trying to imagine himself as wolf. He’d gotten this part down
to a fine art now with all the practice he’d been getting over the past
fortnight. But it was different this time.
The skin at his joints was beginning to tingle and it
quickly intensified fast into burning. The burning increases and rushed through
his muscles, following his blood. His blood boiled in his veins and the heat
intensified more so. He flexes his muscles to try and work the burning out of
him the way he would when the bloodlust started.
He winces as the burning makes its way to his heart.
His breath, that he didn’t realize he was holding, escapes him in one loud cry
as the burning hits his heart and he falls to his knees.
His skin stretches but too slowly it splits in places
and he bleeds, it re-knits fast though, he feels his clothing tear and parts of
it fall from him. His muscles tense and knot themselves. He cries out as he
feels his bones break, falling on his face he lays there gasping. This is
painful but it is not the agony that one would expect, it is possible to live through
it. The burning is beginning to ease and now he is left with sharp snaps of
pain as his bones break and reform, plus itchiness as his naked flesh sprouts
fur at an alarming rate. When all the sensations stop he just lies there
breathing.
He can hear sounds above him but he can’t quiet make
out what they are saying, he finally recognizes them as voices, but they are
strange, deep and slow. He has to really concentrate to make out the words.
“. . . first time” the voice sounds pleased
“Wasn’t it a little slow, for a minuet there I thought
I would lose my breakfast” this voice is higher than the other but still quiet
deep.
“He will get fast soon, he’ll get fast enough so you won’t
really be able to see the change” the first deep voice explains.
The conversation is boring and
ignores it. He rises up enough to put his hands out to support himself but it
is white paws that catch him. Almost the moment he realizes he’s done it the
wolf wells up inside him drowning him in raw instinct.
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Feinhight Tepes!” the deep voice cuts through the fog and
touches the part of him that is not wolf. As if gaining power from the voice
that little part grows and remembers, he is not a wolf, he is a dunpeal, and it
is his father that is rubbing his ears slowly, making him whine pleasantly.
There is blood in his mouth and he can feel the flesh
of some creature between his teeth but that doesn’t really matter anymore.
His dunpeal senses have raised, smell has intensified,
hearing remains pretty much the same but sight is totally different now. Things
that were once grey and brown are now vibrant red, blue patches litter the
ground swallowed by green and orange.
He looks up at his father, who seems to know exactly
what is confusing the pail wolf that is his son.
“You’re seeing through your nose, if you calm your
sense of smell, things will revert to a less bright tone”
obeys and things shift into black and white. He uses his nose slightly to
identify Orlox, who sniggers as
cold nose nuzzles his leg
“Hello moonbeam” he sniggers
yips in response and shifts his vision to his nose again he can see exactly the
path Orlox took to reach where he is now; this is most defiantly something he
could get used to.
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Samuel walks dejectedly down the corridor,
occasionally kicking stray edges of the carpet. Golden eyes watch from the
shadows. The creature follows; this is fun. Nails click on the hard marble but
are muffled on the carpet. The creature picks up speed as the werewolf in front
doesn’t seem to hear him, darting behind short pillars holding busts and vases.
The werewolf hears the steady clicking and turns the
creature darts behind a pillar and waits a moment before peering around the
side and sees nothing, the werewolf is gone.
“I smelt you a mile away Adrian” Samuel reaches over
from behind the wolf and rubs its ears, running fingers up its long muzzle.
Concentrating
flourishes upwards and becomes himself. The change is much smoother and faster
now and he barley feels the change in his body.
“I was looking for you” the now slightly shorter
Samuel pokes
“the night raid will start soon and your father wants to make sure you’re
there”
sighs dejectedly but nods knowing resistance is pointless and impossible.
“Where have you been lately anyway” Samuel asks “I
haven’t seen you since yesterday morning”
“Father wanted to make sure I could shift smoothly,
I’m starting to feel more natural like a wolf than I am now”
rubs his hands together trying to get the tingling to stop
“Oh” Samuel smiles
“Where did you think I was”
smirks
“Wasn’t sure, I was following your trail towards
Orlox’s rooms” the werewolf sounded gloomy “oh well, they’ll be waiting for us,
come on”