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Trevor Belmont, Sypha Belnades, and Adrian Tepes stand around inside a now dilapidated house in Gresit the morning after meeting the Alucard below the city. They discuss plans to search the Belmont hold below Trevor’s family home when Trevor sighs.
“I know another person who can help us defeat Dracula.” Says, Trevor with a confident, shit-eating grin.
Sypha and Alucard perk up at Trevor’s words and look at him in curiosity.
“Who is it, Trevor?” Asks Sypha.
Trevor shifts slightly and leans against the wall, “I don’t want to put her in this situation, but she’s the only other person I can think of.”
At the moment, you had just finished your lunch and begun cleaning the dishes, humming a bit to yourself. You lived in a small, wooden, cottage in the countryside half day from Gresit, not afraid of the monsters that linger nearby. You lived humbly, which was very different from how you were raised as a child. You enjoyed your life as it was right now, despite the looming threat of night creatures and human genocide. You were trained to fight monsters from a young age, so the idea of fighting didn’t scare you much.
You trained, ate, studied, and lived alone for the most part. Part of you loathed living alone. Once you turned fifteen, your brother left you to roam and do his own thing, four years ago now that you think about it. Your older brother did try to visit occasionally, but his visits were always very short-lived. He was usually wasted, but you didn’t care. Human interaction was human interaction after all.
Speaking of your brother, you heard a loud knock at the door.
‘knock-n-knock-n-knock’
Five knocks in a specific rhythm, which made you smile.
Your brother came to visit! Human interaction? Hooray!
“Coming!”
You dry your hands off since you were washing your dishes in a small metal basin and walk to the door.
“Trevor! It’s about time you-” You speak as you open the door and are surprised to see your brother accompanied by two other people. A speaker woman and a… You feel the hairs on your neck stand up. You can’t mistake this feeling you’ve felt many times before. You’ve come across many vampires in your life but didn’t expect to see one at your door or your brother to bring one to you. There had to be an explanation right? This man didn’t seem to have purplish skin like most vampires… He was quite handsome. Maybe he was a half-vampire? But you had never seen one of those before.
Trevor begins to walk inside, giving you practically no explanation, “You two, this is my little half-sister, Y/N Belmont.”
The two strangers walk inside your home and the tall blonde shut the door behind him.
‘He was able to come inside on his own… He has to be a dhampir.’ You think to yourself.
The speaker woman gasps and moves to shake your hand, “Little sister? I had no idea! I thought Trevor was the last of his family?”
You smile awkwardly, “I’ve kept to myself for most of my life. Trevor just seems to get into trouble wherever he goes.”
The woman seems to chuckle at your words and Trevor rolls his eyes.
“I’m Sypha Belnades. You seem a bit more pleasant to converse with than your dancing bear of a brother.”
While you giggle at her comment, Trevor grumbles from behind you. It sounds like he’s rummaging around for a snack or something in the pantry.
The tall blonde walks up to you and nods at you with a stoic expression, not making any motions to touch you, “Hello, little Belmont. My name is Adrian Tepes, also known as Alucard. I am the son of Vlad Dracula Tepes.”
He said it so casually, his long introduction was something you had to wrap your head around. Is this man the son of Dracula? You can’t help but look at him in shock as the wheels turn in your head. You knew that the whole reason for Dracula’s genocide of humans was because of the death of his human wife. So Alucard is their son? Why is he with Trevor? Why did Trevor bring him here?!
You have all these thoughts swirling in your head when you hear Trevor approach you with loud footsteps.
You turn to look at your brother with questioning eyes he knew all too well, “I’m going to need a bit of an explanation, Trevor.”
Trevor gives you a half smile and pats your back, “We need your help in killing Dracula.”
You feel your eye twitch a bit at this statement, “Trevor… Did you get punched too hard or…”
Trevor places his other hand on your other shoulder, looking into your eyes with a serious and uncharacteristic sober gaze. Just by this look alone you know he is telling you the complete truth.
“Y/N, I’m serious about this. I think we might have a chance. If we don’t do this, then who will?”
Your eyes are wide at his statement. You never thought you would ever hear your older brother speak like this again. He used to pretend to be the hero all the time when you were children, but that was until both of your worlds seemed to crumble, that dream fading away. If anyone else asked you to throw your life away, you would have easily said no. However, seeing your older brother filled with determination seemed to shove your usual rational thoughts to the side.
You feel your eyes water a bit and you smile, “You’re right. It might be a death wish, but I’ll help you. Siblings need to stick together right?”
You sniffle a bit, but get a whiff of your unwashed brother, and suddenly the touching brother-and-sister moment is ruined.
“Trevor… When was the last time you had a bath?”
After this mission is explained to you, you get ready in your bedroom, changing out of your normal attire and into an outfit fit for a proper Belmont. You put on a tan tunic and a brown leather vest over your top with ties in the front. You opted to wear your comfortable tan pants for this mission. You much preferred fighting with pants rather than a skirt. What if you caught on fire? That would be dreadful. You put on your boots and tie your leather bracers on your arms.
You gather a couple more things into a bag, holster your mithril sword, and whip on your hip. It felt strange dressing like this again after so long, but a part of you missed it in a way.
You come out of your room and soon enough, the four of you are off, riding in a covered wagon led by Trevor to return to your family home. You were conflicted about seeing that place again. You did have some good memories there, but it wasn’t the peachy childhood that other children had in those social classes.
You sit in the back of the covered wagon with Alucard since Trevor and Sypha took the seats at the front of the wagon. You sit near the back of the wagon, looking out onto the horizon, the sun still in the sky. You hadn’t been on a journey like this in quite a long time and it felt great. Sure, you didn’t enjoy the act of fighting monsters in itself, but the act of helping people by defeating said monsters was fulfilling.
You feel a pair of eyes staring at you from behind, turning to look at the dhampir, “If you stare at me like that, you might burn a hole into me.”
Alucard’s eyes widen a bit at your words and he looks away from you, scratching his neck, “Ah, sorry.”
You look at him for a second and turn your body away from the back of the wagon and towards Alucard. Your Belmont ancestors would curse you for befriending a “creature of the night,” but you didn’t care. You couldn’t help but feel drawn to Alucard a bit. Was it his broodiness? His personality? His dangerous nature? Or his handsome looks? How about all of the above?
“Play a game with me.” You suddenly say, which then causes Alucard to raise a curious eyebrow at your request.
“Oh come on. We’re stuck back here together, might as well have some fun, right?”
Alucard gives you a slight smile and gives a curt nod, “Very well. Ladies first?”
You grin at him mischievously, “Oh? Do we have a gentleman here?”
You think for a moment as to what your first question is and an idea finally comes into mind, “What is… Your favorite food? Blood doesn’t count.” You tease him a bit and this causes him to smile more.
“Starting with the deep questions, aren't we?” Alucard chuckles a bit, “I would say any chicken recipe. Especially with some vegetables on the side.”
You tilt your head, “Fair, your turn now.”
Alucard seems to think to himself for a second before he looks at you, “Trevor said that you were his half-sister when introducing you…”
You look at him in surprise due to the personal nature of his first question and then sigh, looking at the wooden floor of the wagon, “We have different mothers, but it's more complicated than just that…”
Alucard looks like he feels slightly guilty for asking you this question straight out of the gate, “I was just curious. If it is a sensitive topic, then we can move on.”
You sigh, still looking at the floor, "I am... half elf and half human, Alucard… And don't ask me how my father bed an elf. I don’t really want to know how…"
You look up at Alucard and give him a half smile, seeing a look of shock on his sharp features.
You let out a soft laugh and continued to speak, “That's all I'm telling you now… I can’t go giving you my entire backstory now, can I?”
His shocked look turns into a small smile. He was relieved he didn’t offend his new friend with his questions, but now he had many more to ask, “I suppose you’re right, Y/N.”
A couple of hours pass and you begin to recognize the landscape around you more and more as the sun begins to descend from its place in the sky.
It was pretty quiet, apart from the sound of hooves clopping down the pathway and your quiet conversation with Alucard until your brother spoke.
“There. That's my tree. I used to play in that tree. We're nearly at the house.”
You can’t help but laugh quietly at his words, “You used to make me play in that tree with you all the time.”
Alucard looks at you with a small smile on his face, while Trevor continues to reminisce on his long-lost childhood.
Soon enough, you arrive at the ruins of your childhood home. You jump out of the wagon and land on the ground hidden by the overgrowth of grass. You hear Sypha asking Trevor questions, but you seem to dissociate a bit. You hear the three members of your party chuckle, but you don’t quite catch what they’re saying.
It was easy to see that the ruins seemed to have a strong effect on Trevor. It reminded him of a time when his entire family was alive and strong, and it was a simpler time. However, when it came to your thoughts on the Belmont family, your family. You couldn’t help but remember the pain you felt for the majority of your childhood.
You didn’t realize that you were zoning out until you felt a hand on your shoulder. You fully expected to turn around and see Trevor, but your eyes were met with a special pair of intense golden eyes.
You looked a bit surprised at Alucard’s silent comforting gesture but gave him a small smile, “I'm fine, thanks.”
He simply nodded and retracted his hand.
The two of you heard the shuffling around of rocks and turned to see Trevor moving some rocks around, “I think this is it.”
You and Alucard walk over to Trevor and you recognize the metal door on the ground as the door to the hold. You had only gone, more like snuck, into the hold once and that was to steal a couple of books and your sword for your research as a child. You vaguely remember one of your older cousins helping you sneak down there and smile to yourself.
“Your hidden entrance looks like a hearthstone,” Says Alucard with a monotone voice, which causes Trevor to grumble and sigh.
“Just help me clear it.”
You move to start clearing the rocks, but suddenly Alucard gets to work, throwing the large rocks behind him like they were nothing. This causes you, Trevor, and Sypha to stand on the side and just watch. You can’t help but be impressed at his strength, the dhampir putting your older brother to shame.
As the rubble flies past your face you can't help but think a few impure thoughts to yourself, 'I want him to throw me around like that.'
You quickly snap out of your horny trance when you realize rocks weren't being hurtled in nearly every direction. You feel a bit embarrassed thinking such things about your new friend and have a twinge of pink on your cheeks. You had hoped no one would notice and pry you for answers.
"Congratulations. You have just discovered a big piece of stone." Says Alucard in a soft monotone voice.
For a moment the other three members of your group try to open it and mumble amongst themselves when you decide to chime in, "It's a magic door."
Trevor turns to look at you with a tinge of surprise on his face, "How do you know? Father never let you down into the hold."
You smirk in defiance, "Cousin Jean snuck me down there and I saw it open. I was very young so I can't remember the exact incantation, unfortunately."
Due to your elven heritage, you were able to wield magic as well. You were a bit sad that you never officially learned how to open the door, but your cousin was nice enough to sneak you in once.
Trevor turns back to the door as Sypha continues to examine the door and the runes engraved into it.
“Well, I guess the special trick was passed down the generations like the way we Speakers transmit knowledge.”
She brushes the lettering again as she speaks, “Your parents knew the trick, but didn't know where it came from or what it really was.”
Sypha says to stand back, so you and the two men oblige as she chants and places her fingertips against the cool metal door. Blue light begins to ripple over the door and seemingly transforms into a bird, feathers dispersing into the air around the group as it disappears.
"Open sesame." She says with a playful smile on her face.
You look on at Sypha in shock as she accomplishes her task of opening the door. You had only ever seen someone use magic, besides yourself, one other time and that was to open the door to the hold when you snuck inside.
You snap back into it at the realization that everyone else is now descending into the hold except for you. You've been incredibly distracted since you got here and it was starting to bother you. You had been away from this place for so long and it still affected you.
While walking down the stone steps and into the grand staircase of the Belmont hold, you were not stunned by its opulence like the other three. Yes, it was impressive, but you were sick of your family name following you around like some sort of phantom. You were so happy to put it all behind you when the Belmonts were excommunicated by the church. You were walking behind the rest of the group, walking a bit slower than them as well. You felt a pair of eyes on you and looked up to see Alucard staring at you with his rich, sunkissed eyes.
You tune back into Trevor's ramblings about the lineage of the Belmont family and give Alucard a small smile of reassurance.
You knew that he could tell something was wrong with you, which is something your older brother certainly did not pick up on.
He returned your smile by giving a nod with a flat expression, turning back forward to walk ahead.
Finally, when your group reaches the hold door, Trevor opens it, revealing the vast knowledge that your ancestors had built upon for hundreds of years.
It was quite an impressive collection, you had to admit. However, when conducting research on your elven heritage as a child, you hardly found anything in the collection. The collection is vast with books, tomes, skeletons, artifacts, and weapons, however, it did seem a bit much. Did they have to collect this much? One of your ancestors probably found some fossilized cyclops dung and stashed it away down here. You giggle silently to yourself, following your brother’s lead.
"The memory of our family.." Says Trevor as he walks down the stairs, "All that's left of us."
His eyes have a sense of melancholy in them as he brushes a hardened hand along the staircase's railing. You place a hand on your brother’s shoulder from behind in an attempt to comfort him, giving him a small smile when he turns to look at you and he returns the sentiment. No matter how much you disliked your family title, you and Trevor were the remnants of a legendary, but also nearly dead, bloodline.
“Is it organized? Is there a way to find things?” Asks Sypha, an inquisitive look on her face and a glimmer in her eye as she looks at the two Belmonts.
Alucard speaks up, his cool and sarcastic tone filling the air, “I imagine one sacrifices a chicken, and divines the location of the book you want from the intestines. Maybe the Belmonts have a crystal ball in here you could ask.”
As Alucard walks past Trevor, he gives him a side-eye. You still stand behind your brother, trying not to laugh at Alucard’s cynical words, since it would probably make Trevor angrier that you were encouraging the dhampir. Alucard’s eye flickers over to you for a split second and he sees your amusement. You swore you could almost see a smile, but it was gone as quickly as it came.
“Shut up,” Trevor growls, annoyed with the dhampir’s antics.
Alucard continued to walk down the stone steps, continuing his verbal assault on the Belmont family. While his insults were technically geared toward both of you, you could sense he was mainly directing his words to Trevor.
Trevor just held his tongue during the assault and sighed, pushing past Alucard, “There's an index on the lectern at the bottom.”
When reaching the bottom, Trevor turned to his right, Sypha following closely behind, and Alucard to the left. Absent-mindedly, you follow behind Alucard, not caring if he wants the company or not. He turns his head to the left to glance behind him and notices you have chosen to follow him, a small smile forming on his thin lips. He looks forward again, a soft “hmph” coming from him as he continues walking.
You couldn’t help but stare at him as he walked in front of you. As cocky and as condescending as he was, he was beautiful. You internally cursed yourself for your attraction to him. The irony of a monster hunter falling for a half-vampire was just too crushing. The way he would silently check up on you when you were quieter than usual and how he kindly spoke to you on the wagon. You hypothesized he hid his concern and kindness with a wall of sarcasm and skepticism, your thoughts essentially being confirmed with every interaction with him.
You couldn’t help but crush on the brooding prince of vampires. Was it because he caught your eye? Or was it because you could count the number of men you’ve talked to consistently in the past nine years on one hand? Only time will tell at this point.
You continued to follow Alucard, noticing he seemed to be drawn to a large cabinet with skulls inside. As you approached the glass case with him, you took notice of how most of the objects on the shelves around us looked to be placed haphazardly. Whoever kept this place organized back in the day had some explaining to do.
“What was your Leon Belmont doing in Wallachia?” Asks Sypha from a distance.
Alucard stops and stares at the glass case and you stand beside him. You quickly realize that the skulls are vampire skulls and you can’t help but notice a slight tension building in Alucard.
“Hunting Dracula,” Alucard says softly, a blank look on his face.
You want to say something to him, but nothing you can think of could probably lighten the mood.
I mean, what is there to say? ‘Sorry, my family killed a bunch of vampires, kept their skulls, and put them on display! Don't worry, we won’t do it to you though!’
You look around for a second, wanting to do something besides follow Alucard around like a lost puppy. You hear someone rummaging around and you follow the noise, seeing Trevor drag a chest from one of the aisles of bookshelves and sit it in the clearing of the hold. The chest is quite gaudy, a royal red color lined with gold metal, and a lion latch to boot. It’s quite the ugly box to keep something valuable in.
You snicker, stepping closer to your older brother, “Already making a mess huh?”
Trevor crouches on the ground and looks at you with a grin on his face, pulling out a small dagger to break the lock on the chest.
“Y/N! I think you’re gonna want to see this.”
You stand next to your brother as he attempts to break the lock and he succeeds, the chest pulses in a goldish-greenish light upon the feat. He slowly lifts the latch and then the lid, revealing the legendary weapon you two only learned about from stories as children.
Trevor lets out a small breath in awe and takes the weapon in his hands, the chains of the Morning Star whip, clinking softly in the echoey room.
“Beautiful,” He says, while you raise an eyebrow in disappointment.
After hearing about the whip as a child, you didn’t imagine it to be so… clunky
“What on Earth is that ugly thing?” Sypha prods, earning a giggle from you.
“I second Sypha.”
Trevor just seems to ignore the women and stands up, clenching the handle and chain of the whip in his hands, “ I don't believe they hid it. It's the Morning Star!”
You put your hands on your hips, playfully squinting at Trevor, “Well if you get a legendary weapon, where’s mine at?”
Trevor grins and begins wrapping up the chain of his new weapon, “You already have your weird forest magic and that weird elf sword, so as your older brother this belongs to me.”
You laugh softly and shake your head, “It’s all yours buddy.”
You were completely fine with him claiming ownership of the whip. It was a bit too awkward and flashy for your tastes but seemed to fit Trevor just fine. You turn and walk away from Trevor, seeing that Alucard is still staring at the case of vampire skulls. You pick up on the last bits of Sypha and Alucard’s conversation, eavesdropping if you will. You peek around the corner of a bookcase, not wanting to intrude, but also being very intrusive.
“You’re not even a little bit impressed?” Sypha implored, looking back at the moody blonde.
“It's like a museum dedicated to the extermination of my people, so no. Not thrilled.”
Alucard then turned to step away from the display case and you quickly turned down an aisle to look like you were actively investigating.
You couldn’t blame him for his attitude. While he didn’t agree with the actions of his people, he still is half-vampire. You clear your head and now think about the next best course of action.
‘We need to find everything possible to get an edge on Dracula… Can we even do it in time?’ You think to yourself.
After Alucard’s verbal disdain for the vampire skulls in the display cabinet, the four of you split up to investigate the massive Belmont family hold. You only vaguely remembered the first time you entered the hold, being only seven or eight when you snuck in. You only came to the hold to research more about elves, disappointed when there wasn’t much content at all. However, you did steal an elf-made sword from a shelf and had no regrets. You carried the mithril sword on your hilt and fought with it always. The lightness of the blade complimented your agility and fighting style. It just felt natural, unlike normal man-made weapons.
You remember that you were here to find some ultimate weapon to stop Dracula, but you still had the urge to look for anything on elves.
Upon having these thoughts, an old voice seemed to echo from the depths of your consciousness, “Your first thought is your training, Y/N. We’ll discuss elves when you’re older.”
Since you could read, your father forbade you to learn about the elves. Those words still made you angry, even nine years after Gabriel Belmont’s death.
While yes, you did love your father, there were certainly some unresolved issues that have gone untreated in your mind.
You hear a faint bit of laughter from the other side of the hold and your slightly pointed ears seem to perk a bit at the realization. You slowly follow the sounds of your comrades talking, book in hand. You’ve lived on your own since you were fifteen so you were used to being alone, but part of you wanted to be a part of their banter and conversation. It was nice finally having a group of people to talk to and not just your brother when he was drunk and had nowhere else to go.
When you get closer, you can now clearly pick up on the conversation.
“It was a magic mirror,” Says Sypha in an annoyed, matter-of-fact tone.
“Also known as distance mirrors,” Chimes in Alucard.
He steps closer to the mirror, gently stroking the stone runes on the side. You can’t help but think of an innuendo while watching this unfold but try to push the thought back to the recesses of your mind.
“Some of them even allow matter to pass through them, but…”
Alucard lets out a soft hum as he thinks, now seemingly disappointed, “No. No, this is a simple
remote viewing mirror.”
Alucard turned to look at Trevor, “A little of the activating language is chipped. A few of the runes need re-cutting, but workable.”
A small smirk appears on Alucard’s lips and a slight venom in his tone, “You have the most fascinating family junkyard, Belmont.”
You can almost see your brother getting wound up by this comment, sticking his finger in Alucard’s face, “You are a cockwart, Alucard.”
You can’t help but snicker at the petty altercation as Sypha drags Trevor away to scold him. Alucard looks at you and the smugness seems to disappear from his lips, a small twinkle in his eye.
“My family probably kept more than they should have. I did find the pinky toe of a goblin back in section four.”
Alucard lets out a soft chuckle at your words, “Even the little Belmont agrees with me.”