A Symphony

Fixed 7-14-05

Title: Symphony

Authoresses'  Notes: Um... How to explain THIS story...
well, it's part of a smaller fic that I've got on
Fanfiction.net that's called 'Symphony'. I always wanted to
write for Alucard, ever since Castlevania III:
Dracula's Curse, and well, here's the lemon. Adrian
refers to this moment in the other part of the story. I
think Adrian explains how she came to be within Castlevania
in the other part of the story. I can't remember anymore,
and that's sad. Anyway, I dug this out from storage, dusted
it off, and since it's not posted anywhere else besides my
main site,  I would love to have it here on a site that can
appreciate such lemony-goodness. And a little bit of
experimentation. ^_^

This
part, is a branch of a flash back he has in 'Symphony'. ^-^
If you wish to read 'Symphony', go here http://
www.fanfiction .net/~LadyAryun (remove the two spaces and ya
got it.)

Please leave a feedback for this since it's my first
experimentation with male POV. I'd like to know what I could
possibly do to make this any better, of if it just plain
sucks. ^-^
DISCLAIMER - I do not own Castlevania, nor any of the creations you might recognize. I'm doing this for fun, and make no profit from it. This disclaimer applies to any and all further chapters.

Enjoy! ~ Cat the Authoress

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I
opened my eyes and moaned as my fingers twitched. My golden
gaze looked up from where I was, but my mind didn’t put two
and two together. I tried to move my arms or my legs, but
after a very painful attempt to twitch, I finally realized
that I had fallen. I closed my eyes, feeling the pain spike
through my body.

What had
happened, I thought through my pained haze. Oh . . . I had
slipped. I shivered, giving a soft cry as I did so. I still
couldn’t change quite well into my bat or mist form, so I
had hit the stones with a sickening breaking noise.

I didn’t
feel anything, or anyone until I felt a slightly frantic
hand checking my pulse, and I opened my eyes, looking into a
pair of reflecting blue, shimmering with worry. Who was
this? I thought. I couldn’t remember seeing her, but I knew
who she was strangely enough.

“Adrian?”
Her voice was soft and flowed like silk, and she was
whispering but the noise still pierced my skull, making me
give a whimper. Her fingers were cool upon my brow as she
brushed strands of my hair out of my face. “Adrian, what
happened? Did you fall?”

I tried
to open my mouth, but all that came out was a gurgle. She
tipped my face to the side, and I felt warm liquid slip out
of my mouth to puddle on the floor. It slipped down my cheek
and down my neck, and I coughed, spitting out more of the
liquid. I felt that cool hand brush against my face again,
pulling my hair out of the way of the puddle of liquid that
I believed to be blood now. After all, I hadn’t eaten
anything this morning . . .

“Adrian,”
she whispered softly, and I turned my eyes, too weak to
move, and caught her polished sapphire gaze.

Finally,
recognition dawned in my pain filled haze. “Ph . . . Phoe .
. . nix,” I gasped out, my fingers curling uselessly on the
stone. The pain pounded at my body and my head, which I
cracked as well. I wanted to sob, but I couldn’t find the
strength to do so. The pain was choking me, making it hard
for me to breathe.

I heard
her murmur something before I felt the cool fingers against
my bloodied lips. It was all the warning I had until I was
pushed forward, her body coming to support my broken frame
from behind. I bit down on my lip, my fangs gashing my lower
one as I fought not to cry out. My body was shivering,
trembling and shaking violently as she pushed my head down
on her shoulder, her small body cradling mine.

I felt
the cool hand touching my forehead, while her other loosened
my cravat, and that restricting feeling upon my throat
eased. I hadn’t quite realized that it was choking me until
she removed it, laying the silk beside us. I didn’t notice,
but before she pulled me up, she had rolled the sleeves of
her ruffled shirt up. She gently held out her left wrist,
holding it in front of my face.

“Adrian,
bite.”

My eyes
widened in horror. I had never really bitten someone. I had
always knocked them out then slit the wrists, gathering the
blood in a chalice. It didn’t feel right to bite them, and I
couldn’t make myself do that. To Phoenix, however, it was
more than that. I didn’t want her to die. I shook my head,
causing me to moan, my stomach turning in distaste and pain.

“Adrian,
I want you to live, not to die,” she whispered softly into
my ear. Her warm breath washed over my ear, and down my
neck. “I embrace both parts of you, and I see and accept
what you are, even if you do not. Adrian, if you are to
recover from this, you must take blood, and I would prefer
that it were mine. I am not . . . quite human in that
aspect. It will help you far more than a regular human’s
would. Now, considering I don’t want to loose you, and your
mother would be furious, bite.”

I really
had no other choice but to follow her order. She held her
left wrist against my lips and I slowly opened my mouth, my
fangs gently scraping against the skin, but didn’t break it.
I was too weak to break her skin. I could catch the faint
whiff of her blood-scent, and gave a soft cry, my body
throbbing in pain. The broken ends of bones grated together
as I breathed, and my blood soaked my clothes.

Phoenix
gently tilted my head back onto her shoulder, making my neck
arch as her free hand produced a dagger out of thin air. I
watched her through heavy-lidded eyes as she slipped the tip
of the blade along the visible vein on her wrist. A very
fine trickle of blood was released and slipped down her
fingers as she held her wrist up to my mouth, some of her
life slipping down the side of my face, taking the path that
my own had traveled.

I hadn’t
realized how cold I was until I felt the warm liquid slip
down my cheek and down my throat. I swallowed convulsively
as the warm life filled my mouth, touching the back of my
throat through my parted lips.

Slowly, I
opened my mouth, gently settling it upon the wound and
cautiously flicked my tongue out. I felt her shiver against
me as I did this, and my eyes closed to taste her.

Her blood
was coppery, faintly metallic, and yet there was something
underneath this taste. It was something I couldn’t quite
place my finger on. It wasn’t a human flavor as they tasted
mostly the same . . . this was . . . intoxicating, and I
wanted more. I gave a slight whimper, feeling the power held
within it as it slid down my throat. I remembered that she
once told me that she was an old creation from gods and days
long gone. If this was true, it was proven by the taste of
her blood.

I felt
the healing going straight to my wounds, gently righting the
bones and closing wounds. Her power danced along my skin,
reforming my bones faster than what I could have ever
thought. I wanted to taste more of her, the sweet taste of
her blood, and my fangs pressed against the wound, slicing
it open more.

My tongue
lapped at the bleeding wound like a cat with cream. As I
gently laved the wound, I felt her shiver again, giving a
slight moan as she buried her face through my hair to nuzzle
my neck. Her breath was soft, and she swallowed lightly, her
right hand lying gently against my stomach. Her fingers
tangled into the part in my vest, just a few fingertips
touching the silk of the shirt.

Lost in
the ecstasy of her Bloodsong, I failed to notice she had
been calling my name for a while now. The strength had
returned to my body as my hand had lightly clutched hers. I
placed a last lingering kiss upon the nearly healed wound,
and lowered her hand to rest upon my chest, my own covering
and holding it lightly.

My body
didn’t hurt as I turned around slightly, using my renewed
strength to pull her into my arms. She sat across my lap,
her hands gently clutching my shoulders as she turned her
expressive blue eyes towards me again. There was a hint of
tiredness, but also, barely contained joy, probably at
seeing me recover.

I was
shocked when I felt her arms go around my neck, holding me
tightly against her as she nuzzled her face against my check
before laying it against the crook of my neck and shoulder.

My senses
were heightened due to her blood, and I brushed my nose
along the skin at her neck, breathing in her scent. She
smelt like jasmine on a warm night, soft, seductive, and
beautiful. I gently tipped her face back with my fingers,
seeing the slight flush that adorned her beautiful features.
She gave me a soft smile, her left hand resting upon my
shoulder, her body seemed to hum against mine while my arms
held her close.

I don’t
know what possessed me, but my fingers gently held her chin
in place as I leaned down, gently capturing her lips with
mine. Sure, I was awkward since it was the first kiss I had
ever given. My cousin Elizabeth had tried to seduce me more
times than I care to remember, but this was different.
Phoenix was far more than what I could ever dream. Her lips
were sweet as I took my first kiss from her lips, feeling
her slender right hand become ensnared in my long, pale hair
as she leaned into my touch.

This
seemed right, perfect even as I watched her pull back, her
eyes shimmering and moving like something alive as she
leaned forward. She brushed her lips against mine, a
delicate touch as she murmured something against my pliant
lips. I didn’t know the language, but it was beautiful as it
flowed from her mouth before she claimed mine in a deep kiss
. . .

That’s
when I figured out my feelings for her weren’t one sided,
and she felt the same about me.

I don’t
know when, or the why even, but I had grown to love her in
more than a platonic way. She danced through my dreams, and
sang to my soul. She had always been beside me, helping me
when I fell, nursing me when I was sick, and comforting me
while I cried. I never doubted that there’d be a day when
she wasn’t beside me. She was sunlight within this dark
castle, and my light in a world of darkness. I knew now that
I could never leave her, and that I never would.

I pulled
back from those sweet lips, my fingers gently brushing
against her cheek, finally indulging in one of my fantasies.
Her skin was so soft, much more than just her wrist or hand.
My hand brushed down her neck and over her shoulder, and
back up again. My fingers gently traced her lips as she
watched me with brilliant blue eyes. There was curiosity
there, as well as a little flicker of fear.

She
looked at me, gently brushing her cheek against mine before
she snuggled closer to me in my arms, her head resting upon
my shoulder. “You need rest, Adrian, so it’s up to you which
room you wish to go to: Mine or yours?”

I’m sure
now that there was an offer in that, and if I chose my
chambers, she would have been upset. There would have been
something final had I said my chambers. My hand stroked her
hair back from her face, the fingers gently caressing her
jaw as I thought. I laid my face against her head,
whispering softly; “There’s nothing wrong with your
chambers, Phoenix. Nothing at all.”

I felt
her hands tighten upon my shoulder, and she pulled back, a
smile that I had only seen directed at me graced her face.
There was something shy in her demeanor now, nothing like
the woman who ordered me to bite her, but something
vulnerable. I watched as she gracefully stood, offering me
her hand to rise.

My body
shook like a leaf as I inspected the area around my feet,
finally noticing the pools of blood. I realized then, that I
could have honestly died there, shattered upon the ground. I
looked down for a few seconds until I felt her gently hand
squeeze my limp fingers, and I looked over at her. I still
hadn’t gained my full height, but I was taller than she.
Phoenix probably came to my chin, if not a little lower.

I felt
her left arm wrap around my waist, pulling me close as she
rested her head upon my chest. She trembled slightly as my
free hand came to rest upon her back, holding her against
me. She turned to the side, her head still resting upon my
chest as she gently, but firmly, propelled me forward,
supporting my shaking body as we left the scene of my
accident.

I leaned
heavily upon her as we made our way to the floating dais
that would take us up to the bedchambers of the castle. It
was in a nice part of the castle actually, and well away
from any disturbance that might occur. It was peaceful and
quite, well minus the occasional were-wolf howl, but I’ve
grown to that sound, so I’m used to it. I know Phoenix is.
The were-wolves seem to love her for some reason, and she
likes them. I think what shocked me was that everyone had a
name.

The
floating dais finally stopped, jerking my already sick
stomach, and I leaned heavily against Phoenix as we both
stepped off. Her hand gently squeezed my waist as she
started to propel me towards her chambers. My feet were slow
as I watched every move they made to make sure I’d not fall.
I was still shaking when we finally made it to her room.

Phoenix
released my left hand as she pushed open the heavy door and
then led me inside to sit upon one of her chairs. I
collapsed limply into the chair, almost a boneless sprawl.
Slouching down, I looked around her room and gave a small
smile.

The room
was large, but not overtly so. A large four-posted bed sat
along the wall, leaving only the head-side of the bed and
one side free. It was covered in black silken sheets,
covered with pillows of the same color. There was a small
fire blazing merrily in the hearth, but what shocked me the
most was the massive bookcases that covered all but one
wall, which held crystal doors to a balcony and a dresser.

Many,
many books lined those shelves. Most of them were really old
and worn. The room didn’t smell like old books like the
library did, but smelt like her: The soft fragrance of field
flowers and the smell of a storm on the horizon. I turned my
head, my eyes lighting upon the bookcases and a small table.

The
bookcases were tall, nearly touching the vaulted ceiling,
and each facing side of the cases were engraved in spiraling
ivy designs. The wood was nearly black, and so the etchings
showed up as pale strands of silver within. The carvings
were everywhere that you could see, almost like a delicate
scrawl.

I sighed,
turning my eyes away from her bookcases and noticed that she
had a book and sheets of parchment lying upon her table. The
book was old and care worn, obviously read many times. I
leaned slightly to the side to get a better look at it . . .

mênin
aeide thea Pêlêïadeô Achilêos

oulomenên, hê muri' Achaiois alge' ethêke,

pollas
d' iphthimous psuchas Aïdi proïapsen

hêrôôn, autous de helôria teuche kunessin

oiônoisi te pasi, Dios d' eteleieto boulê,

ex hou
dê ta prôta diastêtên erisante

Atreïdês te anax andrôn kai dios Achilleus.

I
blinked, trying to make sense of what was written on the
paper, and I know I couldn’t make sense with the weird
letters in the book itself. It looked almost like the
language of the Rus, but this more solid and delicate and
some of the letters were strange. The letters seemingly
flowed, and the handwriting on the page was as delicate.

I jumped
when I felt a slender hand upon my shoulder, and I turned my
eyes to look up at Phoenix who was smiling lightly.

“Oh, so
you’re interested in my scrawls?”

My face
turned slightly red as I looked up into her face. “Actually,
what language is that? It almost looks like what the Rus
use, and it’s not Romanian.”

She
walked over to the table, her fingers lightly tracing the
words. “It’s Greek actually. A wonderful story of sorrow, of
hate, revenge, and, in a way, love.” She picked up the book
and held it out to me. “I was actually starting to
transliterate it into Latin, or our alphabet. It makes it
easier for me to remember what the words are.” She laughed,
almost fondly as she brushed her fingers against what,
evidently was her writing. “Greeks are long winded people,
Adrian, and they have a word for everything.”

I looked
at the book, and I couldn’t make anything of the language or
the letters. “But . . . you said it’s a story. What does it
say?”

Phoenix
laughed and took the book from my hand to sit down on the
arm of the chair. She held the book down, pointing at the
words as she went translating. “I keep forgetting that not
everyone knows Greek. So, here we go: The wrath sings,
goddess, of Peleus' son, Achilles, that destructive wrath
which brought countless woes upon the Achaeans, and sent
forth to Hades many valiant souls of heroes, and made them
themselves spoil for dogs and every bird; thus the plan of
Zeus came to fulfillment, from the time when first they
parted in strife Atreus' son, king of men, and brilliant
Achilles.” She gave me a soft smile before she shut the
book. “I was going to translate it into Romanian for you,
but I think it looses its beauty when taken out of the
Greek. You don’t hear the flow of the words and the
inflection correctly.”

I gently
took the book from her grasp and turned it over in my hands.
“I . . . I would like to learn, if you are willing to
teach.” I looked up shyly at her, knowing that she would be
pleased by my response. Her fingers brushed over my cheek as
she smiled gently at me.

“I would
be honored to teach you Greek, young master.” There was an
almost playful tilt to her smile at my title.

I gently
laid the book upon the table, and placed my hand across her
waist to rest upon her side. I looked up into her shimmering
eyes and smiled lightly. “I think that’s the first time
you’ve called me ‘young master’.”

Her
fingers gently tucked a few strands of my hair behind my ear
before the fingertips brushed against my jaw. “Mayhaps I saw
it as my one last time to call you that. It seems fitting.”

Her soft
touches sent fire racing along my skin, and I leaned
slightly into the touch, my lips lightly brushing her wrist.
“Indeed,” I murmured softly against her wrist, lightly
kissing the faint mark of her blade upon her skin. “And I
should call you my teacher once last time.” I gave a smile,
probably baring some of my fangs. “But then again, you’ll
always be my teacher.” I laid a soft kiss in the center of
her palm, my free hand reached up to gently cup her wrist.

I felt
her body give a delicate shiver, and her hand trembled in
mine as she turned it over to lace her fingers with mine.
Her thumb caressed the back of my hand, and now it was my
turn to shiver. The touches she gave seemed to be going
straight to my head, no pun involved. I released her hand,
and I tugged her so that she fell off the arm of the chair
and sprawled into my lap.

She
twisted in my lap, turning to face me as I sucked in a swift
breath. Her eyes were smiling as her right hand brushed
against my cheeks before slowly falling to rest against the
left side of my chest, settling above where my heart beat.
She worked her left arm behind my head as she pulled me
closer, my arms tightening around her waist and keeping her
close.

Her lips
brushed tenderly before gently settling them against mine.
Her sweet tasted lingered on my lips as she pulled back, the
blue depths of her eyes darkened in thought. Slowly, her
right hand slipped to my throat, her fingers gently playing
with the buttons of the silken shirt.

Her eyes
seemed to lighten and a soft smile played upon her lips as
she bent forward, shifting her body so that she was
straddled across my lap. Her lips brushed my cheeks, my
closed eyes as I released a soft sound into the dark night.
Her lips trailed across my jaw, kissing the underside, up to
the area behind my ear. Her soft breath fanned against me,
making me shiver as she placed a light kiss upon my ear. I
gave another noise as I felt her soft fingers unbutton a few
of the shirts closures, gently brushing against the speeding
pulse in my throat.

I
shivered, my mouth moving soundlessly and my throat
swallowed with a click as I felt her gently take the flesh
of my neck into her mouth and bite. I felt a stirring in my
loins as Phoenix’s lips caressed my throat, her teeth
sometimes biting, and my hands tightened upon her waist. I
wanted to pull her closer to me, tighter against me as I
felt her push against the hardness that was developing in my
groin. I couldn’t help but gasp as she pushed herself harder
against me, her fingers slowly and gently unbuckling my
vest. Her hands were slow, as were her lips, trying not to
startle or scare me, but to make me relax and ease me.

She
deftly unbuckled my belt, slipping that and the sword and
sheath over the side of the chair to fall gently to the
ground. My body arched under her soft hands as her lips
gently kissed the hollow of my throat, and gently back up
the other side. I felt her lips linger over the blood
trails, gently flicking out her tongue to take some of it.

My eyes
closed as my head rolled back against the chair, and my
breath came in a sharp gasp. I shivered and my body arched
under her soft touches as she deftly, yet slowly and gently,
unbuckled my vest, slowly unclasping my shirt. Her warm lips
touched every inch of bared skin, making me shiver.

In the
back of my mind, I was worried and nervous, but Phoenix was
soft and gentle, easing these feelings out of my body, but I
couldn’t help but feel apprehension. I didn’t want to hurt
her, nor make myself feel like a fool. The feelings . . . I
gave a soft moan as her slender hands tentatively brushed my
skin, making me give a soft cry. Her hands elicited emotions
that were foreign, yet familiar and wonderful. I was
grateful that I could repay her with my innocence. I found
it immensely funny that I was innocent. I was an adult for
three years, and yet I had never stepped up to do what my
father entreated.

‘Be a
man, Adrian,’ he would tell me, but there was no woman that
I wanted, well, only one that I wanted. I never thought that
she would feel for me. Only in my darkest desires had I ever
thought that this would happen.

My hand
reached out to gently stroke the soft red-gold hair as I
felt her soft silk shirt brush against my chest. She kissed
her way back up, her hands lingering on my exposed sides. My
fingers tangled in her hair, claming her lips in a
passionate kiss. My right hand gently ran down her back,
softly stroking her.

I softly
brushed my lips across her cheeks, over her chin to the
underside of her jaw. Trailing my lips up her jaw to her
ear, I gently nipped at the lobe, her body shivering in my
arms. I couldn’t really bite her flesh, more like nipping
it. My fangs would get in the way if I tried to bite her
like she had me. I contented myself with softly nipping at
the warm flesh as I brushed kisses down to the hollow of her
throat.

She
arched back, baring her throat to my mouth as her hands
slipped up to grasp my shoulders. Her throat arched as I
brushed my fangs against the pulse in her throat, making her
give a sharp gasp. She wrapped her arms around my neck as I
gently laved the left side of her neck. I could smell her
sweet blood under the skin and smiled, knowing that she was
mine, and would give that gift to no other man. My teeth
nipped slightly harder at her skin, leaving a nice mark
there as I continued down the slim line of her neck.

I brought
one of my trembling hands between us, my fingers deftly
snaring the ribbon of her shirt as I kissed the base of that
slender neck. I shifted in the chair slightly, my other hand
upon her back, holding her close. My fingers twined around
the lace, gently pulling it out of the eyelet. Once it was
freed, I tossed the ribbon over the side of the chair, and
sat there, my face nuzzling the hollow of her throat.

Gods, I
wanted so much to please her, but I was unsure of how to
proceed. I only knew that I was aching, and I wanted her to
touch me. I gave a shuddering sigh as I felt the fingers of
her left hand gently stroking the back of my neck, sending
the feeling straight to my loins.

Phoenix
was trembling as she ran her right hand down my arm to
gently grasp my hand. Gently, she ran it up the front of her
body, settling it against her rounded breast.

I looked
up at her, still apprehensive, as she brushed a few strands
of my hair out of my face. Her smile was delicately clothing
her lips as she nodded, strands of red-gold hair fell down
between us. Her fingers gently brushed the back of my hand
before she brought her right hand to cup my cheek.

“Go
ahead, Adrian, and do what you feel. Don’t be ashamed or
frightened that you don’t know.” She bent forward, brushing
her warm lips against mine, and her dark blue eyes sparkled
with mischief. “That’s what being innocent is about,
karemia.” There was a slight breathless tinge to her
voice, and I was glad I wasn’t the only one feeling that
way.

I leaned
my face up and brushed a kiss across her lips. “Are you?” My
voice was filled with need, and it was husky, not sounding
at all like my own voice.

Her smile
wavered slightly, and she tilted her head a fraction to the
right. Her eyes darkened in thought, contemplating
something. She opened her mouth, then closed it with a
slight frown tugging at her lips, still thinking. “Adrian,
would you be mad that a woman you slept with wasn’t
innocent?”

I thought
for a second, my right hand gently rubbing her back. “No, as
long as there was affection between us. Why do you ask?”

She
tilted her head more, my response lightened her dark eyes.
“Because, simply stated, I am not.”