Spoiler alert: this fan-fic has been written by someone who's taken in auxiliary information through images and some circulating lore of the Castlevania franchise without having played the games, so... whatever spoilers can come from that.
In celebration of only 3 days left until the release of Netflix's Castlevania ANIME series, I have written a fan-fic.
CASTLEVANIA - Alucard's dilemma
The handsome youth strode out of the chamber, steps hard and heels high. He was wearing finest garb, and his pale hair was reminiscent of the moonlight outside. The castle framed his beauty well, with spears for iron fences and tall towers. Magic around here, always, but today it was singing another kind of hymn – youthful rather than aged and wanting to be forgotten, and hot instead of chilled by the rain and the fog. Alucard gestured widely at the still open doors, an artifact inside, a being. His father.
“I haaaate you dad! You don’t let me do anything!” he shrieked and stomped the expensive but very out of date boots against the archaic but well-kept floor. Somewhere below, reverberations in the chamber of the succubae. They were grateful for the addition. “He’s my friend, and I won’t let you come between us! Gawd, dad, you’re so embarrassing! Why do you even dress like that!”
A creature came into the hall and it made even the effervescent, spry stag seek the opposite wall with his back. Dracula, of legend, of nightmares, stood tall, collars plentiful and centuries in abundance, though not written in lines on his face, his age was clearly documented in the sureness of his eyes. He also kinda smelled old, like when you find fabric that looks like the fabric your t-shirt is made of, but there’s just something about it that makes you think ‘this was made in sepia times!’.
“My son. My blood. I am hopeful you’ll be my heir one day, and I treasure you more than my moonlit nights.” A heavy voice started, lifting itself expertly despite the gravity that laced it. “BUT YOU ARE A SILLY LILTTLE BITCH!” A crack from Dracula’s hand resounded and alucarD spun once, indeed like a silly bitch, to catch himself against the wall, his father’s handprint stuck on his visage like gathered cherry blossom petals. No really, it was just the shape of a hand. Cherry blossoms, even laid out to look like a hand, would be more fractured. Also they are usually pink. Alucard’s hand-mark was bright red.
“Daddy!” Alucard complained. “You slapped me! That’s child abuse!” he challenged, cupping his sore cheek and temple. “Fuck! That hurt so much, Daddy!”
“Correction: bitch slapped. Because you are one. Of silly variety.” Dracula lectured.
“Well I don’t care!” Alucard defied, standing tall again, but he did look less than formidable with that burning tattoo. “I’m going to hang out with Trevor no matter what you say! He’s dear to me, and I don’t care what society thinks! The world we live in, it should learn anyone can love anyone.”
Dracula sighed. He’d fought armies that sent endless arrows on him without flinching, but his son’s voice was giving him a headache. “I am not telling you not to hang out with the Belmont kid because I want to cross your stars, Alucard. I am telling you not to be close to him because HE’S A VAMPIRE HUNTER. One that had explicitly stated that he intends to KILL VAMPIRES. And you’re a vampire. I’m a vampire, so…” The dumb expression of both denial and genuine dumbness on Alucard’s face sent his father into despair. “Listen. I’m sorry I bitch slapped you, but it’s a little like a person of color wanting to hang out with an active racist. Also, he doesn’t want to hang out with you. He wants to kill you, so why would you want to form a friendship with him?”
The conversation went on from there, but in the end Alucard had not changed his mind.
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The medieval classroom was so medieval the board was only half projected. And the projector had not had updates yet because the software hadn’t been written yet. Also plastic hadn’t been invented yet, either, so the projector was basically just a glass lens and circuit cards and a little plastic logo that said “SONY” because apparently a little plastic had been invented. So the teacher was basically just putting pebbles in the shape of words on the floor and the students had to stand on their desks looking forward and down to see. Every lesson took about a day. Alucard, believing he was one of the cool kids, sat in his chair, and Trevor who was actually a cool kid, sitting beside him, was coiling his whip around his fist.
“I can’t believe my dad, dude. He says we can’t be friends because you’re a vampire hunter and I’m part vampire.” Alucard whined. Trevor looked over at the pretty forever-youth while raising his bound, balled hand.
“We AREN’T friends you bloodsucking idiot! How many times do I have to tell you? It looks bad for me when we hang out. Please sit somewhere else. I am actually plotting how to kill your father and you right now.” Trevor was insistent. He was desperate not to be associated with the son of the vampire king.
“Oh, you’re always so funny, Trev. Always doing your angry-hunter bit. How do you keep it up?” Alucard mused as he leaned back in his chair. The teacher was setting up new pebbles.
“NOT A BIT. I keep it up by loathing your kind.”
“Hey the special is up in the canteen today, can I buy you one? I know your family is struggling.” Alucard tried.
“What? We’re doing just fine… it’s just that, there’s very little vampires left and you’re kinda considered an asshole for wanting people to pay you for killing them…”
“You don’t have to explain. You be proud over you family business, Trev.” Alucard said and pumped a fist toward his desk mate. Trover’s shoulders slumped.
“It’s Trevor. And fuck you. I don’t need your charity.” Trev said, determined. “But I suppose I do like the special. It was bread and actual meat, right?” Not so determined.
Alucard shrugged . “I don’t know. I usually just have the lunch staff. So, lunch date?” his fist was still out. Trevor sighed and touched his whip-clad fist to Alucard’s undead, cold knuckles.
“Yeah. But I’m still going to kill you and your father.”
Alucard smiled brightly, teeth a tell-tale. “Besties for ever, Trev and Aluard. Nothing will ever come between us.”
