Castlevania: Untested (7/21)
Title: Untested
By: PatriciaTepes (AKA Patricia de Lioncourt @ fanfiction.net; PatriciaLouise @ TTH)
Chapter Title: A New Quarry
Links to Other Chapters: Prologue Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five
Fandom: Castlevania
Rating: Pg-13
Disclaimer: I don't own Castlevania, any related characters, or the images used below. Yes, Aly (of Aly & AJ fame) is my model for my main OC. But please, don't let my inability to draw hinder your imagination, as Ria really doesn't look exactly like that. :)
Summary: Adriana Smith is just a normal girl...or so she thinks. However, as her mother and she move into a house known as Belmont Manor and a strange storm and decoration enter her life, she will find that her mother has not told her the truth of her family...
Author's Notes: I promise, the writing gets better as it goes. I swear. Also, I promise that action happens in this. And now, witness as I do something I am rarely able to do... make it through a whole chapter with only two lines of dialogue!
Chapter 6: A New Quarry
This new century was strange and fascinating to Isaac. He had quite decided that he liked it. Ones such as he--who worshipped the night--could now walk around freely in the day without fearing execution in the name of God. His tattoos were not as heavily looked down upon in this time as they had been when he was alive, but he still felt the need to hide them behind black leather pants and black, silk button up shirts. The shirts were much more comfortable now than they had been when he was alive. He hid his eyes behind dark glasses, his semi-long red hair flowing freely.
He sat in one of many outdoor tables in the local town's café, scanning the passing pedestrians. He had been reborn for a week. That meant that he had been hunting his master--former master, as Walter insisted that Isaac refer to him as--for a week. Dracula was no where to be found. He crossed his legs, ankle over knee, and thanked the waitress that brought him something called an cappuccino. He sipped the concoction, found it to be quite to his liking, and continued his silent watching of the passing crowd.
People had changed as well. Men no longer wore heavy garments and weapons down the street, but now wore something called blue jeans and shirts of all varieties and fabrics. They either chose to cut their hair completely off, keep it short, or wear it long. And what Isaac found most odd, was that women saw it fit to wear their hair and their clothing the exact same way! And women were no longer simple housewives, they worked as men did in the world of trade, supported families, and had just as many rights as their gender counterparts did. It was all so truly fascinating…but a little distracting for Isaac.
He knew that all of his efforts should be placed upon finding Dracula. However, this alone posed many problems for him. He was still loyal to Dracula. The only thing keeping him from helping his one true master was this damnable blood bond that Walter had placed upon him. But Walter had said nothing about slowing down his search. Isaac was taking his good ol' time finding Lord Dracula. He wanted to get rid of his bond before meeting him. But he knew that was not likely to happen. Dracula could probably smell Walter on him from a mile away.
Isaac placed the new world's currency on the table, in lieu of payment for his drink--which he had thoroughly enjoyed--and decided to join the masses. He placed his hands in his pockets and casually began to stroll about the streets with everyone else. He smiled at the ladies and tipped his head to the men who caught his eye. Being the middle of the day, he did not expect to find Dracula. For now, he was merely looking for signs that he had been in the vicinity.
He did not stop his walk until he came to the foot of a…driveway, he believed people called it, that led up to a house he had not seen for centuries…nor had he expected to see ever again. The age old house loomed before him and seemed to smile mockingly down upon him. He issued a slight growl as his eyes found the front door to the house. Belmont Manor. He wondered if it was still occupied after all this years.
As if in answer to his unasked question, the front door opened. Isaac quickly leapt of sight as a young girl, no older than fifteen or sixteen years of age, with bright, short blonde hair and deep blue eyes emerged from the door way. She turned away from the woman in the doorway--presumably her mother--and placed over her eyes glasses similar in style to Isaac's.
"Be home before dark, Adriana," her mother called as Adriana made her way down the drive.
"Of course, Mom," she called back without looking.
She passed Isaac without giving him any notice. He, however, noticed everything about her. The way she moved told him that she held something back…from the world or just her mother, he couldn't tell. The way her eyes shifted back and forth before joining the throng of people walking through town told him that she knew of the underlying dangers in the world that most of this time had forgotten even existed. And the scent of her blood--an ability given to him as a gift from his Lord Dracula upon entering his service so many years ago--told him that Belmont coursed through her veins.
Isaac followed her until she entered the café he had left behind scarcely minutes ago. As soon as she disappeared from his sight, a plan began to form. He would remember this girl, for she could either be a great help to him…or a great hindrance. And neither one he would tell Walter about.