One-Shot: Castlevania: Lullaby of Dissent (1/2)
Title: Castlevania: Lullaby of Dissent
Author: PatriciaTepes (AKA Patricia de Lioncourt at fanfiction.net )
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Alucard/Maria, Orlox, Richter/Annette
Rating: R
Word Count: ~10,000 (total, both parts)
Warnings: Blood, death, sex
Fandom: Castlevania (specifically, Symphony of the Night)
Disclaimer: I don't own Castlevania or any related characters. Those all belong to Konami. Art belongs to twisted_slinky.
Summary: Set directly after Symphony of the Night, best ending. Maria has gone after Alucard and convinces him to join her in the everyday world. However, there are those who are more than unhappy with this decision, and seek to destroy the half-blooded son of Dracula at all costs.
Author's Notes: First things first, this was written for the mini bang round at undeadbigbang, and it also covers the hc_bingo square of mine, fighting. Also, I was originally going to make this a short chaptered fic, based very, very loosely on the radio drama sequel that released only in Japan. Well, now it's still very, very loosely based-now more of an inspiration than based on-and a long one-shot. And I'd like to give a very special thanks to my artist twisted_slinky-be sure to check out the link to her art masterpost and give it some love! Also, since she is my BFF, she served as the beta for this fic as well. I hope everyone enjoys!
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Castlevania: Lullaby of Dissent
"Alucard! Alucard, please, wait!" Maria called, never slowing in her run.
She dodged branch after branch, making tiny leaps over large tree roots as she raced through the forest of Eternal Night, giving chase after the half-blood son of Dracula. She had stood with him, not moments earlier, and watched Castlevania, his father's domain, crumble into the moat around it. And he had bid farewell, saying that they would not meet again. The thought of such a thing, never seeing his beautiful visage any more for the rest of her days, pained Maria more than she would have supposed. Richter had seen this pain cross her pale, round face. When he had asked if she wished to go after him, Maria had thought about lying-about agreeing with Alucard, that his action would have been best. But her heart had betrayed her, saying that she could not lose him yet. So, she ran.
She was breathing hard, each intake of precious air making her lungs feel ragged and raw instead of filled. And it hurt to speak, let alone call out, but she did so anyway.
"Alucard, please, where are you?"
The sun was shining brightly now, the curse on the forest broken with another defeat of Dracula, but it made little different in lighting. The thick canopy above only allowed trickles of light on her path, and the forest was still very chilly. She leapt over another large tree root. However, she didn't quite make it, her toe catching and pitching her forward. She landed with an "oomph," and moved up into a crouch within moments. She huffed, trying to slow her heartbeat which seemed to be pounding in her ears. What if she never saw him again? What if she was too late? After all, he was half-vampire and could move at speeds that Maria couldn't even conceive of… what if he was lost to her?
A rustling in the trees around Maria made her shoot to her feet, her frets put aside. She whirled about in place, her eyes searching the shadowed limbs around her. Her gaze came to a stop on a shaking limb, and her body tensed.
"Alucard?" she ventured, taking a half step forward.
A growl was her answer, followed by a pair of gleaming eyes. The hulking figure emerged. It was large, even on all fours, coming to well above Maria's waist. Fog issued forth from its wet, black snout, and its white and gray fur seemed to shine even in the dark. And it wasn't alone. Moments later, several more wolves, growling and snarling, emerged from the woods around her. She eyed them all, her heart racing.
Maria Renard was not a helpless woman, not by any means. She was well accomplished in magic and had several skills in hand-to-hand combat. But magic took time, and her fighting skills were worth nothing in comparison to snapping jaws. She was outnumbered, a pack of at least eight against only her. She lifted her hands, slowly, and began to chant. The wolves, being beings of nature as they were, could sense the shift in power. And they didn't like it. They howled, a deafening noise so close, and Maria almost lost the will to summon her magic. But she beat the urge to run-since there was really no way to break through the animals-and continued her chants. One of the wolves lunged at her, and she shot a beam of bright light down at it, throwing it well over the heads of its fellows. A few of the wolves howled again, while a couple more took up the charge where the first had failed. Maria shot magic after magic after the animals, but they were coming hard and fast at her. She was tiring, much faster than they were, but she had made a clearing in their circle. She dashed through it, shooting one ball of mystical energy behind her. But it did not deter them as they gave chase.
She made it only a handful of feet before she came to a skidding stop, the forest ahead too thick to make any sort of progress in. She whirled, facing the creatures that bore down on her, snarling and licking their black maws as they began to label her as their supper. Maria pressed her back up against the nearest tree trunk, chanting into life a small ball of blue energy. She was out of breath, and that was reflecting in her powers.
"Get back!" she shouted, hurling the ball at the nearest wolf.
It hit the creature right on the head, and with a yelp, it rolled back and away. She was spent. And there were still at least four wolves left to contend with. Her breath was coming out in small huffs as she watched them close their semicircle around her.
"Shoo," she tried weakly. "Leave me be."
Suddenly, a yelp of great pain issued forth from the one of the far right, and bright crimson blood splashed onto the wolf next to it. The three left whirled to face their new attacker, and Maria's eyes widened. Alucard, sword stained, slashed down at the wolves as they lunged at him. Joy flooded Maria's heart-so she hadn't lost him! She pushed herself back onto her feet, shoving a lock of her ankle-length blonde hair over her shoulder. She chanted again, drawing up another ball of power, and threw it at one of the wolves before it could dive at the dhampire's throat. Within moments, all of the creatures lay dead or dying. Maria smiled, dashing up to Alucard. However, he held up a hand, and she stopped short.
"You followed me," he said in his own, even way.
But, if Maria wasn't mistaken, he sounded just a hair angry with her. Now, however, was not a time to worry with that. She nodded.
"I did."
"Why?" he demanded.
She shook her head, pressing clasped hands over her heart.
"You can't leave. I-I can't have you out of my life. When you said that we would not meet again, I died in that spot. Please, come with me. Don't go. Don't give in to your eternal sleep once more."
A confession of love without saying as much. She knew that she must seem like a silly little girl to this man who was over three hundred years old. But she didn't care. She spoke the truth, from her heart, and he needed to hear her out. He put his back to her, his magnificent white-blond hair sweeping elegantly behind.
"I have no choice, Maria," he said.
The sadness in his voice tore at her soul, and she stepped toward him, arms outstretched as if he might fall into them.
"I have no place in this world," he continued, glancing over his shoulder. "My bloodline is cursed, and it is for the best that I disappear."
He turned now, his pale eyes locking on her green ones. Maria closed the distance between them, now having to look up at him given the height difference he had on her. He seemed to tower over her, and instead of finding it intimidating, she found it comforting.
"You're wrong. Could someone of a bloodline so cursed save my brother-in-law as you have? Saved the world as you have? You have a place in this world, Alucard. And, if you are right, and you don't… then you can make one with me."
"Maria…"
But she cut him off. "Come back to the village with me. Please. At the very least, allow my sister to give you her thanks for saving her husband. You owe her that, I think."
Alucard's eyes were unreadable, and they would not rise to meet hers again. Finally, he shook his head, turning away from her. But, before he could step away, Maria reached out and caught his hand in hers. He stared down at the move, and at the union of their hands, as if it baffled him. How could she ever want to touch a monster like him? Maria knew that he felt… unworthy in comparison. But that was not how she saw him… that would never be how she saw him.
"Please," she whispered, knowing that he could still hear her as clearly as if she had shouted it.
Now his eyes rose to hers, and a breath caught in her throat. He was truly beautiful, statuesque, like gleaming marble in the small light afforded by the canopy of trees. He was searching her, trying to discover the source of her reasoning. Finally, he nodded.
"As you wish, milady. I will return to the village with you… but know that I do not mean to stay."
Maria smiled, triumphant with joy. "Of course."
She moved, allowing him to take the lead as they continued to exit the forest. She had gotten him to come with her, under the condition that he would not be a permanent resident in her life. And she had agreed, willingly. But, of course, this was not her intention. Alucard would see that he could be with her, with humans, if it was the last thing she did.
Annette, her own blonde hair bound in a bun with a ribbon this evening, met them halfway up the sloping walk to the door of the Belmont Manor. Alucard and Maria had found Richter on their way out of the forest, so the three of them walked, Maria and Richter shoulder-to-shoulder with Alucard a few paces behind, together toward the manor.
"Richter!" Annette screeched, tears of pure happiness streaming down her face as she lost her white, lacy shawl somewhere along the way.
Richter's face split with a large grin, running to scoop his wife up in his arms. He swung her around in the air a handful of times, murmuring her name over and over, before he finally set her on her feet and showered her in kisses. Maria and Alucard walked slowly upon the scene, and Annette broke free from her husband's strong arms just long enough to throw her own slender limbs around her sister.
"Oh, Maria! Maria, you are all home! Oh, how I prayed!" she cried into the younger woman's shoulder.
Maria returned her sister's hug with all the strength in her body. She held her for a long moment before gently breaking the embrace and turning all the attention onto Alucard. Annette blinked away her tears, her smile lighting up the space, as her eyes came to rest on the half-blood.
"And who is this?" she asked.
"This is Alucard, son of Dracula," Richter said, and Annette's breath caught in her throat.
"And he is responsible for saving Richter," Maria said, concluding the explanation.
Annette's brow furrowed as she turned to her husband. "Is this true?"
Richter smiled and nodded. "Indeed. I would still be a puppet of evil were it not for this man."
Alucard, for his part, seemed incredibly uncomfortable with the attention. Were he a lesser being, Maria was sure he would be shuffling his feet, looking shyly away. However, he stood resolutely still, eyes resting on Lady Belmont. Annette smiled. She stepped forward without any further hesitation, standing on tiptoe to wrap her arms about Alucard's neck.
"Thank you," she whispered before breaking away. Sighing, she added, "You saved my family's life. For that, know you will always be welcome in my home."
Alucard seemed taken aback at this statement, and, at first, all he seemed to manage was a nod. Finally, when he found his voice returned, he bowed his head.
"Surely, I am undeserving of such an honor, Lady Belmont," he said.
Annette laughed good-naturedly. "Such a gentleman! Come, come inside!"
With that she turned about, leading the march back inside Belmont Manor. The warmth of the many active fireplaces within the home was an immediate and welcome difference from the crisp chill of the outside, despite the bright sun hovering in the clear sky. The group-with Richter keeping his arms wrapped lovingly about his wife-were led through the wide, open foyer, down a hall to the right and into a lavish dining hall, complete with a long, rectangular table made from a bright oak. Chairs, their seats done in red velvet, lined the sides and ends of the table. Annette led the group to the head of the table opposite from the entrance of the room, and bade Richter to take a seat there. Alucard accepted the seat on the man's right, with Maria sitting beside the dhampire and Annette remaining standing.
"The joy in my heart," she said, close to tears again. She shook her head, smiling wider, and added, "We should celebrate. We need to properly thank Alucard for his heroics and kindnesses he's done for this family. We'll have a party."
Maria felt Alucard stiffen beside her. Meanwhile, Annette was busy talking details, decoration and word of mouth invitation to this party-which, if she had her way, would take place that very evening. She was midway through describing what dishes she would have the servants prepare, when Alucard raised a hand.
"Please, milady. Let me go without this honor," he asked.
Richter flashed Alucard an apologetic grin as his wife waved her hand dismissively.
"How else could we ever hope to thank you? I mean, this homecoming celebration is meager in comparison to what we owe you."
Alucard smiled, a small one, and Maria felt her heart flutter to see the way it lit up his handsome, pale features.
"Your gratitude, in words, is enough, I assure you," he said.
Annette's mouth opened, ready to counter that, when Maria laughed. She shook her head and locked meaningful eyes with her older sister.
"I think the party is a bit much, Annette. I mean, if you think about it, shouldn't you just spend the night with your husband? Richter's been gone for so long."
Annette's cheeks colored themselves rosy. Eyes shining, she glanced at her husband before she giggled.
"I suppose that makes sense," she said coyly as Richter chuckled.
Richter pushed himself to his feet, taking his wife sweetly by the hand. He looked down upon Alucard and Maria and nodded.
"I can't thank you enough. Both of you. But, if you'll excuse me, I think I'd like to be with my beloved," he said.
Both Maria and Alucard nodded, muttering, "Of course."
The two left the room, giggling like love-crazed adolescents, shutting the doors to the dining hall as they left. The sound echoed about the room, reminding Maria of something she should have already been abundantly clear about. She was alone with Alucard. She felt her skin flush, and found it hard to meet the dhampire's eyes, which was ridiculous. After all, she had been alone with him many times within Castlevania. But that had been different. That had been about survival, and having a comrade in the fight. Now… now he was a guest in her home, her guest, brought her by her declaration of love. Maria bit her lip lightly, finally forcing herself to look to the dhampire.
For his part, Alucard seemed to be studying her, as if she confounded him. He didn't seem to be the least bit nervous with her, not like she was with him. Instead, he was content, just staring at her. And, if she wasn't mistaken, a bit of amusement played in his eyes. He knew. He could sense her nervousness, her sudden shyness. Of course he could. He was half-vampire. She smiled, standing.
"Why don't I show you to one of the guest rooms in the manor? You must be tired," she offered.
He smiled up at her, and it dazzled her. Maria knew she was prone to dramatics, to romantic notions and the like, but that smile. It made her want to swoon. She turned away, trying her best to compose herself.
"Um, this way," she said, pointing lamely at the door.
"As you wish, my lady," he said.
The words echoed in Maria's mind. He had said that to her before, when she had asked him to keep an eye out for Richter. She remembered being so worried, so angry, as she made her way through the castle. And Alucard had not helped at first. She had thought him rude, maybe even a bit conceded. However, that had changed, and now, as she led him out of the dining hall and up one of the side staircases of the manor, she realized that that had all changed the moment he had said those words to her. She had glimpsed something in him at that moment, something deeper than she had thought him capable of. He had been worried for her, truly concerned.
Maria smiled at that thought as she led the dhampire down the right side of the second story hall, pausing at the door of a room on the right. She pushed it open, glad that the curtains had been left pulled back so that the sunlight could illuminate the room. It was nothing special, definitely not the size of the master suite of the manor, but it was nice. A large, four-poster bed set along the back wall, right beside the wide window. A large fireplace-cold and unused for some time-stood on the left wall, while a chest of drawers and a couple of chairs set along the right wall. Maria entered the room and sidestepped to allow Alucard inside.
"Your room. I hope it's to your liking," she said.
His eyes swept it in a moment, no doubt taking in details that she had missed, and he turned to her, smiling still.
"My last bed was a coffin in my mother's family's tome. This, truly, is luxury," he said.
Maria laughed, realizing that he was teasing her properness. He was right to do so. The two had fought inside the same castle, the same monsters. They were equals in battle. Just because the scenery had changed, did not mean that her demeanor had to. But she couldn't help it. Something about the dhampire made her feel small, but in a safe way. Like it was okay to be petite and a frail maiden, just this once.
Alucard moved toward the bed, stopping just at the foot of it. He laid both hands upon the mattress, pressing gently. Sighing, he spoke, not bothering to turn.
"You're very lucky, you know, in the life that you lead. This place is so full of love and family. I envy you," he said.
Maria's smile softened. "You could be a part of it too, if you wanted."
She clamped her lips shut two moments too late. Forward was often not the way a lady should behave, but she couldn't help it. Alucard's comment was so tinged with something other than general observation… she had felt compelled to let him know that her hand would be extended to him always, offering all she had. He turned, his smile heavy and sad.
"Thank you," he said, and she knew he meant it. "But it cannot be. I've told you. My bloodline is a curse upon this land. I would bring you nothing but ruin."
"And I've told you. You're wrong. The man who saved my brother-in-law, who reunited him with my sister, is the very same man who claims to be cursed."
"My life is an affront to God and humanity, Maria," he said, speaking such things as if he were speaking of the weather.
The words hurt her more than she would have thought. She took a step forward, making it heavy enough to make sure his attention stayed on her.
"You are a good man. Our blood is not all that makes us who we are. I've seen evil, Alucard. And evil is not capable of doing for my family what you have. I wish you would see reason."
And with that, she strode from the room, leaving nothing behind but a shocked-silent dhampire.
The moon was high in the sky, waning back into its new form, its darkest form. Normally, the night would be a time when Alucard was the most active-back before his eternal sleep. But he had spent an active day with Annette, Richter, and Maria as they toted him about the village, announcing Lord Belmont's safe return to his manor. The villagers had been wary of the dhampire, as they had rights to be, but their thanks to him had been genuine. To have so many humans-men, women, and children alike-flock to him, instead of away from him, was a foreign experience. He had accepted the thanks in all the humble ways his mother had taught him, and Maria had declared him "charming." They had returned to the manor to a magnificent feast of roasted fowl and assorted vegetables. Annette had gotten a little flustered then, unsure of how to ask Alucard if he even ate as they did. It was something akin to adorable, her need for him to take no offense to her ignorance. He had smiled and said that his mother's roasted boar was the best he had ever eaten in his life. This put the woman at ease, and Richter had spent the rest of the night teasing his wife, urging her to ask Alucard the most ridiculous questions. Embarrassed, Annette took it all in stride, playfully smacking at her husband while Maria chided them like children. It was heartwarming, and Alucard had simply watched-as if through a window. He longed to be a part of such a wonderful scene, and if Maria had her way, he would be.
But the night always called to him, to his damnable vampire blood. And tonight was no different. Whispers roused the sleeping dhampire, his eyes flying open as the sounds intensified. He wondered, for a moment if it wasn't but a dream, but the whispers only grew stronger to his waking ears. He pulled his feet to the chilled floor, snatching his nobleman's coat from the foot of his bed. In a moment, he was fully dressed and armed once more as he ventured out of the room and into the hall, drawn by the strange whispers. The whole of the manor slumbered-Alucard could hear the snores and the resting beats of their hearts as he moved. He found his way to the staircase and descended it, pausing just at its foot. The whispers had become more distinct.
"Alucard… Come to me… Find me…"
The dhampire closed his eyes, listening for the source of the sound. It was coming from beyond the manor's entrance, far beyond it. The village… it was coming from somewhere within the village. Alucard's hand moved to the hilt of his mother's family sword, finding resolve there as he cast a watchful eye back up the staircase. No, no one followed him. Everyone still slumbered peacefully. In fact, Maria-if Alucard's ears were not mistaken-was in such a heavy sleep, it was unlikely that much could rouse the young woman. He smiled, spending a moment more listening to the relaxing rhythm of her heart-her kind, wonderful heart that welcomed him into it without hesitation-before the whispers tugged at him again. He exited the manor as quietly as possible, which meant for him that he made no noise, and trekked down the pathway and toward the village.
He was right. The closer he got to the large, similarly slumbering village, the louder the whispers got. Finally, just beyond the first shop that marked the boundary between manor lands and village lands, Alucard could pinpoint exactly from where the voice originated from, and he made for it. At the center of the town stood a large, stone-built well, a symbol of the prosperity of this land as well as an invaluable resource to these people. A figure loomed just on the other side of it, and Alucard caught his scent on the breeze. His ire raised, his more animalistic qualities causing him to snarl as his preternatural senses caught more than just the intruder's scent… blood was on the air. Alucard reached the well just as the source of the whispers lit a torch, laying it in the mount on the well.
"Orlox," Alucard hissed, drawing his blade. "Back away from the woman."
Slumped down the side of the stone well was a young village woman, her dark hair pulled underneath a bonnet cap, her arms splayed beside the folds of her cotton skirt. Her head lolled forward, and two, bright red puncture wounds were visible on the side of her neck. The vampire, Orlox, grinned-his face skull-like and shadowed in the flickering flames of the torch. He held up his slender, rat-like hands in the air, as if in surrender.
"I killed you in my father's castle," Alucard said, raising his sword.
Orlox laughed. "Oh, young master, you should know better than anyone that that means little when it comes to our kind."
"Your kind, Orlox," Alucard corrected.
"Ah, and that's always been the problem, hasn't it? Your refusal to accept who-what-you are. I mean, take the situation at hand for example."
He gestured to the young woman, and Alucard could see her eyes moving rapidly under their lids. There was more than blood loss at work here. Orlox was an accomplished magician, and it was of no doubt to the dhampire that that was how he had summoned the poor woman there in the first place. Orlox bent down, and Alucard moved toward him, weapon still raised. Orlox gestured that he meant no harm, and he gently placed two fingers underneath the woman's chin. He lifted it, turning her head so that the wounds were even clearer. He breathed deeply, an action completely unnecessary for him, and Alucard's brow arched. Orlox grinned up at the dhampire.
"You can smell her. Try to tell me that this young maiden's blood isn't particularly fragrant to you," he said.
Orlox flicked his hand in the air, and the scent of blood wafted over to Alucard. It hit him like a brick, and he stumbled back, placing the heel of his free hand to his forehead.
"What magic is this?" he demanded.
"No magic, Master Alucard. Only you. Your true nature. You want this woman, want to feel her life's blood fill your mouth like the finest wine. I don't understand why you deny it."
Alucard composed himself as best he could-the scent of the woman was still in his nostrils, refusing to leave him. He locked eyes with the vampire as he placed one of his clawed fingers into a trickle of blood from one of the puncture wounds. Alucard raised his weapon, moving to strike the purple-armored monster. But Orlox vanished, reappearing behind Alucard, sucking the blood from his finger.
"I didn't come here to fight, milord. I've merely come to serve my master, Lord Dracula," Orlox said.
Alucard struck again, but again, Orlox vanished only to reappear beside the still unconscious woman. The dhampire whirled, snarling once more.
"Your master is dead," Alucard snapped.
"And does that mean my loyalty should disappear, when I need wait only a mere hundred years for another resurrection? No. I've come to see my Lord Dracula's truest wish realized once and for all."
Alucard shook his head, a lock of his hair falling over his shoulder. The scent from the woman was strong, and it fogged his mind. He could feel his teeth elongating, just a little. He clamped his mouth shut, willing his body to gain control of itself. After a moment, he breathed deeply, glaring at the vampire.
"Speak plainly, Orlox. What do you mean?"
"You. I speak of you. Your father has always wanted you to embrace your vampiric side. It was his fondest wish."
"So that I might serve him in his destruction of the world?"
Orlox grinned his reaper's grin. "Exactly. And I intend to see it through, once and for all."
The vampire stooped, scooping the woman up in his arms, holding her about the waist so that she was facing Alucard. Orlox shifted her, allowed her head to lull so that the wounds were easily accessible. Alucard stepped toward him, but Orlox held up a warning finger.
"Her blood, even the small amount that I have spilled, is strong, no?" he teased.
Alucard would be lying to deny it. It made his head swim like a heavy perfume, and made his mouth water like a succulent beast. His grip tightened on the sword, and he could feel the redness that came with his vampiric heritage seeping into his eyes.
"You scented her, to tempt me into drinking," Alucard murmured.
"Yes. Though, honestly, it didn't take much doing. She's a virgin, and we all know how strongly their blood smells. Look at her, Master Alucard. She's helpless, held safely in the folds of a spell. She won't even struggle or cry out. You can drink your fill, and she'll do naught but moan."
Orlox stepped closer, bringing the woman with him. Alucard retreated a step, only to have Orlox take one more.
"Look at her, Alucard," he ordered.
Alucard did as he was commanded, watching as the vampire ran the back of a slender finger down the side of the young woman's pretty face. Her skin was flawless and soft, her lips as pink as roses. And the smell of her… He longed to touch her. To feel the blood coursing under her skin beneath his fingers. Alucard swallowed, hard, and his hands began to shake.
"I will not feed," he said.
"She's sweet," Orlox said. "And I'm not speaking of her demeanor. Tastes like candy."
Alucard's fangs were lowering inside his mouth, and his breath came out in puffs of steam, much like the wolves that had attacked Maria earlier that day.
Maria… with only a thought, the image of the woman who had welcomed him in with barely a thought flashed before the dhampire's mind. He could see her in brightest detail, as if she stood before him now-her bright smile lighting up her luminous green eyes, her hair shining like gold in the sunlight. He wondered if it shined that brightly by the light of the moon?
His restraint was found once more, and all traces of his darker nature vanished. He raised his family's sword.
"Release the girl," he said.
With a sigh, Orlox snapped his fingers. The woman's eyes flickered to life, confusion crossing her face just moments before it all came crashing back into her mind. She struggled in the vampire's arms, her blue eyes finding Alucard.
"Help me! Please, please, save me!" she begged, reaching out for him.
Alucard raised his sword, but before he could take a single step, Orlox's hands raised to either side of the woman's head. She screamed, the sound cut short by the snap of her own neck. Her corpse hit the dirty ground with a dull thud. Alucard's eyes widened, and Orlox gestured to the buildings around them.
"Not a one will believe your innocence, you know. You will succumb, Alucard. It's inevitable," he said, vanishing.
Author: PatriciaTepes (AKA Patricia de Lioncourt at fanfiction.net )
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Alucard/Maria, Orlox, Richter/Annette
Rating: R
Word Count: ~10,000 (total, both parts)
Warnings: Blood, death, sex
Fandom: Castlevania (specifically, Symphony of the Night)
Disclaimer: I don't own Castlevania or any related characters. Those all belong to Konami. Art belongs to twisted_slinky.
Summary: Set directly after Symphony of the Night, best ending. Maria has gone after Alucard and convinces him to join her in the everyday world. However, there are those who are more than unhappy with this decision, and seek to destroy the half-blooded son of Dracula at all costs.
Author's Notes: First things first, this was written for the mini bang round at undeadbigbang, and it also covers the hc_bingo square of mine, fighting. Also, I was originally going to make this a short chaptered fic, based very, very loosely on the radio drama sequel that released only in Japan. Well, now it's still very, very loosely based-now more of an inspiration than based on-and a long one-shot. And I'd like to give a very special thanks to my artist twisted_slinky-be sure to check out the link to her art masterpost and give it some love! Also, since she is my BFF, she served as the beta for this fic as well. I hope everyone enjoys!
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Castlevania: Lullaby of Dissent
"Alucard! Alucard, please, wait!" Maria called, never slowing in her run.
She dodged branch after branch, making tiny leaps over large tree roots as she raced through the forest of Eternal Night, giving chase after the half-blood son of Dracula. She had stood with him, not moments earlier, and watched Castlevania, his father's domain, crumble into the moat around it. And he had bid farewell, saying that they would not meet again. The thought of such a thing, never seeing his beautiful visage any more for the rest of her days, pained Maria more than she would have supposed. Richter had seen this pain cross her pale, round face. When he had asked if she wished to go after him, Maria had thought about lying-about agreeing with Alucard, that his action would have been best. But her heart had betrayed her, saying that she could not lose him yet. So, she ran.
She was breathing hard, each intake of precious air making her lungs feel ragged and raw instead of filled. And it hurt to speak, let alone call out, but she did so anyway.
"Alucard, please, where are you?"
The sun was shining brightly now, the curse on the forest broken with another defeat of Dracula, but it made little different in lighting. The thick canopy above only allowed trickles of light on her path, and the forest was still very chilly. She leapt over another large tree root. However, she didn't quite make it, her toe catching and pitching her forward. She landed with an "oomph," and moved up into a crouch within moments. She huffed, trying to slow her heartbeat which seemed to be pounding in her ears. What if she never saw him again? What if she was too late? After all, he was half-vampire and could move at speeds that Maria couldn't even conceive of… what if he was lost to her?
A rustling in the trees around Maria made her shoot to her feet, her frets put aside. She whirled about in place, her eyes searching the shadowed limbs around her. Her gaze came to a stop on a shaking limb, and her body tensed.
"Alucard?" she ventured, taking a half step forward.
A growl was her answer, followed by a pair of gleaming eyes. The hulking figure emerged. It was large, even on all fours, coming to well above Maria's waist. Fog issued forth from its wet, black snout, and its white and gray fur seemed to shine even in the dark. And it wasn't alone. Moments later, several more wolves, growling and snarling, emerged from the woods around her. She eyed them all, her heart racing.
Maria Renard was not a helpless woman, not by any means. She was well accomplished in magic and had several skills in hand-to-hand combat. But magic took time, and her fighting skills were worth nothing in comparison to snapping jaws. She was outnumbered, a pack of at least eight against only her. She lifted her hands, slowly, and began to chant. The wolves, being beings of nature as they were, could sense the shift in power. And they didn't like it. They howled, a deafening noise so close, and Maria almost lost the will to summon her magic. But she beat the urge to run-since there was really no way to break through the animals-and continued her chants. One of the wolves lunged at her, and she shot a beam of bright light down at it, throwing it well over the heads of its fellows. A few of the wolves howled again, while a couple more took up the charge where the first had failed. Maria shot magic after magic after the animals, but they were coming hard and fast at her. She was tiring, much faster than they were, but she had made a clearing in their circle. She dashed through it, shooting one ball of mystical energy behind her. But it did not deter them as they gave chase.
She made it only a handful of feet before she came to a skidding stop, the forest ahead too thick to make any sort of progress in. She whirled, facing the creatures that bore down on her, snarling and licking their black maws as they began to label her as their supper. Maria pressed her back up against the nearest tree trunk, chanting into life a small ball of blue energy. She was out of breath, and that was reflecting in her powers.
"Get back!" she shouted, hurling the ball at the nearest wolf.
It hit the creature right on the head, and with a yelp, it rolled back and away. She was spent. And there were still at least four wolves left to contend with. Her breath was coming out in small huffs as she watched them close their semicircle around her.
"Shoo," she tried weakly. "Leave me be."
Suddenly, a yelp of great pain issued forth from the one of the far right, and bright crimson blood splashed onto the wolf next to it. The three left whirled to face their new attacker, and Maria's eyes widened. Alucard, sword stained, slashed down at the wolves as they lunged at him. Joy flooded Maria's heart-so she hadn't lost him! She pushed herself back onto her feet, shoving a lock of her ankle-length blonde hair over her shoulder. She chanted again, drawing up another ball of power, and threw it at one of the wolves before it could dive at the dhampire's throat. Within moments, all of the creatures lay dead or dying. Maria smiled, dashing up to Alucard. However, he held up a hand, and she stopped short.
"You followed me," he said in his own, even way.
But, if Maria wasn't mistaken, he sounded just a hair angry with her. Now, however, was not a time to worry with that. She nodded.
"I did."
"Why?" he demanded.
She shook her head, pressing clasped hands over her heart.
"You can't leave. I-I can't have you out of my life. When you said that we would not meet again, I died in that spot. Please, come with me. Don't go. Don't give in to your eternal sleep once more."
A confession of love without saying as much. She knew that she must seem like a silly little girl to this man who was over three hundred years old. But she didn't care. She spoke the truth, from her heart, and he needed to hear her out. He put his back to her, his magnificent white-blond hair sweeping elegantly behind.
"I have no choice, Maria," he said.
The sadness in his voice tore at her soul, and she stepped toward him, arms outstretched as if he might fall into them.
"I have no place in this world," he continued, glancing over his shoulder. "My bloodline is cursed, and it is for the best that I disappear."
He turned now, his pale eyes locking on her green ones. Maria closed the distance between them, now having to look up at him given the height difference he had on her. He seemed to tower over her, and instead of finding it intimidating, she found it comforting.
"You're wrong. Could someone of a bloodline so cursed save my brother-in-law as you have? Saved the world as you have? You have a place in this world, Alucard. And, if you are right, and you don't… then you can make one with me."
"Maria…"
But she cut him off. "Come back to the village with me. Please. At the very least, allow my sister to give you her thanks for saving her husband. You owe her that, I think."
Alucard's eyes were unreadable, and they would not rise to meet hers again. Finally, he shook his head, turning away from her. But, before he could step away, Maria reached out and caught his hand in hers. He stared down at the move, and at the union of their hands, as if it baffled him. How could she ever want to touch a monster like him? Maria knew that he felt… unworthy in comparison. But that was not how she saw him… that would never be how she saw him.
"Please," she whispered, knowing that he could still hear her as clearly as if she had shouted it.
Now his eyes rose to hers, and a breath caught in her throat. He was truly beautiful, statuesque, like gleaming marble in the small light afforded by the canopy of trees. He was searching her, trying to discover the source of her reasoning. Finally, he nodded.
"As you wish, milady. I will return to the village with you… but know that I do not mean to stay."
Maria smiled, triumphant with joy. "Of course."
She moved, allowing him to take the lead as they continued to exit the forest. She had gotten him to come with her, under the condition that he would not be a permanent resident in her life. And she had agreed, willingly. But, of course, this was not her intention. Alucard would see that he could be with her, with humans, if it was the last thing she did.
Annette, her own blonde hair bound in a bun with a ribbon this evening, met them halfway up the sloping walk to the door of the Belmont Manor. Alucard and Maria had found Richter on their way out of the forest, so the three of them walked, Maria and Richter shoulder-to-shoulder with Alucard a few paces behind, together toward the manor.
"Richter!" Annette screeched, tears of pure happiness streaming down her face as she lost her white, lacy shawl somewhere along the way.
Richter's face split with a large grin, running to scoop his wife up in his arms. He swung her around in the air a handful of times, murmuring her name over and over, before he finally set her on her feet and showered her in kisses. Maria and Alucard walked slowly upon the scene, and Annette broke free from her husband's strong arms just long enough to throw her own slender limbs around her sister.
"Oh, Maria! Maria, you are all home! Oh, how I prayed!" she cried into the younger woman's shoulder.
Maria returned her sister's hug with all the strength in her body. She held her for a long moment before gently breaking the embrace and turning all the attention onto Alucard. Annette blinked away her tears, her smile lighting up the space, as her eyes came to rest on the half-blood.
"And who is this?" she asked.
"This is Alucard, son of Dracula," Richter said, and Annette's breath caught in her throat.
"And he is responsible for saving Richter," Maria said, concluding the explanation.
Annette's brow furrowed as she turned to her husband. "Is this true?"
Richter smiled and nodded. "Indeed. I would still be a puppet of evil were it not for this man."
Alucard, for his part, seemed incredibly uncomfortable with the attention. Were he a lesser being, Maria was sure he would be shuffling his feet, looking shyly away. However, he stood resolutely still, eyes resting on Lady Belmont. Annette smiled. She stepped forward without any further hesitation, standing on tiptoe to wrap her arms about Alucard's neck.
"Thank you," she whispered before breaking away. Sighing, she added, "You saved my family's life. For that, know you will always be welcome in my home."
Alucard seemed taken aback at this statement, and, at first, all he seemed to manage was a nod. Finally, when he found his voice returned, he bowed his head.
"Surely, I am undeserving of such an honor, Lady Belmont," he said.
Annette laughed good-naturedly. "Such a gentleman! Come, come inside!"
With that she turned about, leading the march back inside Belmont Manor. The warmth of the many active fireplaces within the home was an immediate and welcome difference from the crisp chill of the outside, despite the bright sun hovering in the clear sky. The group-with Richter keeping his arms wrapped lovingly about his wife-were led through the wide, open foyer, down a hall to the right and into a lavish dining hall, complete with a long, rectangular table made from a bright oak. Chairs, their seats done in red velvet, lined the sides and ends of the table. Annette led the group to the head of the table opposite from the entrance of the room, and bade Richter to take a seat there. Alucard accepted the seat on the man's right, with Maria sitting beside the dhampire and Annette remaining standing.
"The joy in my heart," she said, close to tears again. She shook her head, smiling wider, and added, "We should celebrate. We need to properly thank Alucard for his heroics and kindnesses he's done for this family. We'll have a party."
Maria felt Alucard stiffen beside her. Meanwhile, Annette was busy talking details, decoration and word of mouth invitation to this party-which, if she had her way, would take place that very evening. She was midway through describing what dishes she would have the servants prepare, when Alucard raised a hand.
"Please, milady. Let me go without this honor," he asked.
Richter flashed Alucard an apologetic grin as his wife waved her hand dismissively.
"How else could we ever hope to thank you? I mean, this homecoming celebration is meager in comparison to what we owe you."
Alucard smiled, a small one, and Maria felt her heart flutter to see the way it lit up his handsome, pale features.
"Your gratitude, in words, is enough, I assure you," he said.
Annette's mouth opened, ready to counter that, when Maria laughed. She shook her head and locked meaningful eyes with her older sister.
"I think the party is a bit much, Annette. I mean, if you think about it, shouldn't you just spend the night with your husband? Richter's been gone for so long."
Annette's cheeks colored themselves rosy. Eyes shining, she glanced at her husband before she giggled.
"I suppose that makes sense," she said coyly as Richter chuckled.
Richter pushed himself to his feet, taking his wife sweetly by the hand. He looked down upon Alucard and Maria and nodded.
"I can't thank you enough. Both of you. But, if you'll excuse me, I think I'd like to be with my beloved," he said.
Both Maria and Alucard nodded, muttering, "Of course."
The two left the room, giggling like love-crazed adolescents, shutting the doors to the dining hall as they left. The sound echoed about the room, reminding Maria of something she should have already been abundantly clear about. She was alone with Alucard. She felt her skin flush, and found it hard to meet the dhampire's eyes, which was ridiculous. After all, she had been alone with him many times within Castlevania. But that had been different. That had been about survival, and having a comrade in the fight. Now… now he was a guest in her home, her guest, brought her by her declaration of love. Maria bit her lip lightly, finally forcing herself to look to the dhampire.
For his part, Alucard seemed to be studying her, as if she confounded him. He didn't seem to be the least bit nervous with her, not like she was with him. Instead, he was content, just staring at her. And, if she wasn't mistaken, a bit of amusement played in his eyes. He knew. He could sense her nervousness, her sudden shyness. Of course he could. He was half-vampire. She smiled, standing.
"Why don't I show you to one of the guest rooms in the manor? You must be tired," she offered.
He smiled up at her, and it dazzled her. Maria knew she was prone to dramatics, to romantic notions and the like, but that smile. It made her want to swoon. She turned away, trying her best to compose herself.
"Um, this way," she said, pointing lamely at the door.
"As you wish, my lady," he said.
The words echoed in Maria's mind. He had said that to her before, when she had asked him to keep an eye out for Richter. She remembered being so worried, so angry, as she made her way through the castle. And Alucard had not helped at first. She had thought him rude, maybe even a bit conceded. However, that had changed, and now, as she led him out of the dining hall and up one of the side staircases of the manor, she realized that that had all changed the moment he had said those words to her. She had glimpsed something in him at that moment, something deeper than she had thought him capable of. He had been worried for her, truly concerned.
Maria smiled at that thought as she led the dhampire down the right side of the second story hall, pausing at the door of a room on the right. She pushed it open, glad that the curtains had been left pulled back so that the sunlight could illuminate the room. It was nothing special, definitely not the size of the master suite of the manor, but it was nice. A large, four-poster bed set along the back wall, right beside the wide window. A large fireplace-cold and unused for some time-stood on the left wall, while a chest of drawers and a couple of chairs set along the right wall. Maria entered the room and sidestepped to allow Alucard inside.
"Your room. I hope it's to your liking," she said.
His eyes swept it in a moment, no doubt taking in details that she had missed, and he turned to her, smiling still.
"My last bed was a coffin in my mother's family's tome. This, truly, is luxury," he said.
Maria laughed, realizing that he was teasing her properness. He was right to do so. The two had fought inside the same castle, the same monsters. They were equals in battle. Just because the scenery had changed, did not mean that her demeanor had to. But she couldn't help it. Something about the dhampire made her feel small, but in a safe way. Like it was okay to be petite and a frail maiden, just this once.
Alucard moved toward the bed, stopping just at the foot of it. He laid both hands upon the mattress, pressing gently. Sighing, he spoke, not bothering to turn.
"You're very lucky, you know, in the life that you lead. This place is so full of love and family. I envy you," he said.
Maria's smile softened. "You could be a part of it too, if you wanted."
She clamped her lips shut two moments too late. Forward was often not the way a lady should behave, but she couldn't help it. Alucard's comment was so tinged with something other than general observation… she had felt compelled to let him know that her hand would be extended to him always, offering all she had. He turned, his smile heavy and sad.
"Thank you," he said, and she knew he meant it. "But it cannot be. I've told you. My bloodline is a curse upon this land. I would bring you nothing but ruin."
"And I've told you. You're wrong. The man who saved my brother-in-law, who reunited him with my sister, is the very same man who claims to be cursed."
"My life is an affront to God and humanity, Maria," he said, speaking such things as if he were speaking of the weather.
The words hurt her more than she would have thought. She took a step forward, making it heavy enough to make sure his attention stayed on her.
"You are a good man. Our blood is not all that makes us who we are. I've seen evil, Alucard. And evil is not capable of doing for my family what you have. I wish you would see reason."
And with that, she strode from the room, leaving nothing behind but a shocked-silent dhampire.
The moon was high in the sky, waning back into its new form, its darkest form. Normally, the night would be a time when Alucard was the most active-back before his eternal sleep. But he had spent an active day with Annette, Richter, and Maria as they toted him about the village, announcing Lord Belmont's safe return to his manor. The villagers had been wary of the dhampire, as they had rights to be, but their thanks to him had been genuine. To have so many humans-men, women, and children alike-flock to him, instead of away from him, was a foreign experience. He had accepted the thanks in all the humble ways his mother had taught him, and Maria had declared him "charming." They had returned to the manor to a magnificent feast of roasted fowl and assorted vegetables. Annette had gotten a little flustered then, unsure of how to ask Alucard if he even ate as they did. It was something akin to adorable, her need for him to take no offense to her ignorance. He had smiled and said that his mother's roasted boar was the best he had ever eaten in his life. This put the woman at ease, and Richter had spent the rest of the night teasing his wife, urging her to ask Alucard the most ridiculous questions. Embarrassed, Annette took it all in stride, playfully smacking at her husband while Maria chided them like children. It was heartwarming, and Alucard had simply watched-as if through a window. He longed to be a part of such a wonderful scene, and if Maria had her way, he would be.
But the night always called to him, to his damnable vampire blood. And tonight was no different. Whispers roused the sleeping dhampire, his eyes flying open as the sounds intensified. He wondered, for a moment if it wasn't but a dream, but the whispers only grew stronger to his waking ears. He pulled his feet to the chilled floor, snatching his nobleman's coat from the foot of his bed. In a moment, he was fully dressed and armed once more as he ventured out of the room and into the hall, drawn by the strange whispers. The whole of the manor slumbered-Alucard could hear the snores and the resting beats of their hearts as he moved. He found his way to the staircase and descended it, pausing just at its foot. The whispers had become more distinct.
"Alucard… Come to me… Find me…"
The dhampire closed his eyes, listening for the source of the sound. It was coming from beyond the manor's entrance, far beyond it. The village… it was coming from somewhere within the village. Alucard's hand moved to the hilt of his mother's family sword, finding resolve there as he cast a watchful eye back up the staircase. No, no one followed him. Everyone still slumbered peacefully. In fact, Maria-if Alucard's ears were not mistaken-was in such a heavy sleep, it was unlikely that much could rouse the young woman. He smiled, spending a moment more listening to the relaxing rhythm of her heart-her kind, wonderful heart that welcomed him into it without hesitation-before the whispers tugged at him again. He exited the manor as quietly as possible, which meant for him that he made no noise, and trekked down the pathway and toward the village.
He was right. The closer he got to the large, similarly slumbering village, the louder the whispers got. Finally, just beyond the first shop that marked the boundary between manor lands and village lands, Alucard could pinpoint exactly from where the voice originated from, and he made for it. At the center of the town stood a large, stone-built well, a symbol of the prosperity of this land as well as an invaluable resource to these people. A figure loomed just on the other side of it, and Alucard caught his scent on the breeze. His ire raised, his more animalistic qualities causing him to snarl as his preternatural senses caught more than just the intruder's scent… blood was on the air. Alucard reached the well just as the source of the whispers lit a torch, laying it in the mount on the well.
"Orlox," Alucard hissed, drawing his blade. "Back away from the woman."
Slumped down the side of the stone well was a young village woman, her dark hair pulled underneath a bonnet cap, her arms splayed beside the folds of her cotton skirt. Her head lolled forward, and two, bright red puncture wounds were visible on the side of her neck. The vampire, Orlox, grinned-his face skull-like and shadowed in the flickering flames of the torch. He held up his slender, rat-like hands in the air, as if in surrender.
"I killed you in my father's castle," Alucard said, raising his sword.
Orlox laughed. "Oh, young master, you should know better than anyone that that means little when it comes to our kind."
"Your kind, Orlox," Alucard corrected.
"Ah, and that's always been the problem, hasn't it? Your refusal to accept who-what-you are. I mean, take the situation at hand for example."
He gestured to the young woman, and Alucard could see her eyes moving rapidly under their lids. There was more than blood loss at work here. Orlox was an accomplished magician, and it was of no doubt to the dhampire that that was how he had summoned the poor woman there in the first place. Orlox bent down, and Alucard moved toward him, weapon still raised. Orlox gestured that he meant no harm, and he gently placed two fingers underneath the woman's chin. He lifted it, turning her head so that the wounds were even clearer. He breathed deeply, an action completely unnecessary for him, and Alucard's brow arched. Orlox grinned up at the dhampire.
"You can smell her. Try to tell me that this young maiden's blood isn't particularly fragrant to you," he said.
Orlox flicked his hand in the air, and the scent of blood wafted over to Alucard. It hit him like a brick, and he stumbled back, placing the heel of his free hand to his forehead.
"What magic is this?" he demanded.
"No magic, Master Alucard. Only you. Your true nature. You want this woman, want to feel her life's blood fill your mouth like the finest wine. I don't understand why you deny it."
Alucard composed himself as best he could-the scent of the woman was still in his nostrils, refusing to leave him. He locked eyes with the vampire as he placed one of his clawed fingers into a trickle of blood from one of the puncture wounds. Alucard raised his weapon, moving to strike the purple-armored monster. But Orlox vanished, reappearing behind Alucard, sucking the blood from his finger.
"I didn't come here to fight, milord. I've merely come to serve my master, Lord Dracula," Orlox said.
Alucard struck again, but again, Orlox vanished only to reappear beside the still unconscious woman. The dhampire whirled, snarling once more.
"Your master is dead," Alucard snapped.
"And does that mean my loyalty should disappear, when I need wait only a mere hundred years for another resurrection? No. I've come to see my Lord Dracula's truest wish realized once and for all."
Alucard shook his head, a lock of his hair falling over his shoulder. The scent from the woman was strong, and it fogged his mind. He could feel his teeth elongating, just a little. He clamped his mouth shut, willing his body to gain control of itself. After a moment, he breathed deeply, glaring at the vampire.
"Speak plainly, Orlox. What do you mean?"
"You. I speak of you. Your father has always wanted you to embrace your vampiric side. It was his fondest wish."
"So that I might serve him in his destruction of the world?"
Orlox grinned his reaper's grin. "Exactly. And I intend to see it through, once and for all."
The vampire stooped, scooping the woman up in his arms, holding her about the waist so that she was facing Alucard. Orlox shifted her, allowed her head to lull so that the wounds were easily accessible. Alucard stepped toward him, but Orlox held up a warning finger.
"Her blood, even the small amount that I have spilled, is strong, no?" he teased.
Alucard would be lying to deny it. It made his head swim like a heavy perfume, and made his mouth water like a succulent beast. His grip tightened on the sword, and he could feel the redness that came with his vampiric heritage seeping into his eyes.
"You scented her, to tempt me into drinking," Alucard murmured.
"Yes. Though, honestly, it didn't take much doing. She's a virgin, and we all know how strongly their blood smells. Look at her, Master Alucard. She's helpless, held safely in the folds of a spell. She won't even struggle or cry out. You can drink your fill, and she'll do naught but moan."
Orlox stepped closer, bringing the woman with him. Alucard retreated a step, only to have Orlox take one more.
"Look at her, Alucard," he ordered.
Alucard did as he was commanded, watching as the vampire ran the back of a slender finger down the side of the young woman's pretty face. Her skin was flawless and soft, her lips as pink as roses. And the smell of her… He longed to touch her. To feel the blood coursing under her skin beneath his fingers. Alucard swallowed, hard, and his hands began to shake.
"I will not feed," he said.
"She's sweet," Orlox said. "And I'm not speaking of her demeanor. Tastes like candy."
Alucard's fangs were lowering inside his mouth, and his breath came out in puffs of steam, much like the wolves that had attacked Maria earlier that day.
Maria… with only a thought, the image of the woman who had welcomed him in with barely a thought flashed before the dhampire's mind. He could see her in brightest detail, as if she stood before him now-her bright smile lighting up her luminous green eyes, her hair shining like gold in the sunlight. He wondered if it shined that brightly by the light of the moon?
His restraint was found once more, and all traces of his darker nature vanished. He raised his family's sword.
"Release the girl," he said.
With a sigh, Orlox snapped his fingers. The woman's eyes flickered to life, confusion crossing her face just moments before it all came crashing back into her mind. She struggled in the vampire's arms, her blue eyes finding Alucard.
"Help me! Please, please, save me!" she begged, reaching out for him.
Alucard raised his sword, but before he could take a single step, Orlox's hands raised to either side of the woman's head. She screamed, the sound cut short by the snap of her own neck. Her corpse hit the dirty ground with a dull thud. Alucard's eyes widened, and Orlox gestured to the buildings around them.
"Not a one will believe your innocence, you know. You will succumb, Alucard. It's inevitable," he said, vanishing.