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Those who are Hunted	By : Light7 Category: +A through F > CastleVania Views: 3641 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own CastleVania, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Those who are Hunted

Disclaimer:
Castlevania belongs to Konami not me. I am making �0.00 out of this fic, it is
wen pen purely because I have a burning need to create. Although I would like
to own Alucard . . . then he�d be mine.

Warning: this fic contains YAOI (guyXguy),
blood play and a lemon, if this offends
or upsets you do not read this, it�s that
simple.

Rating: R-NC17

Pairing: Richter/Alucard

Authoress note: I have
changed aspects. I am aware Alucard�s eyes are a soft grey-ish colour, I was however
inspired to change this.

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Chapter Two

Alucard may have known the woods well maybe even kind
of liked it here but Richter disliked them, dark, damp and dangerous with the
constant smell of wet moss hanging in the air. Yet he had reentered them in
hope of finding the blonde.

Unable to stop thinking of the pale immortal he had
finally decided to hunt him out. The dreams had continued and now were growing
more intense, many times Richter woke in the night and had to leave to bed to
wander in the garden cooling his sweat soaked, burning skin.

However during daylight hours he found when he thought
of the dunpeal lust was not the only thing to come into his mind, worry came
also, not worry for himself but worry for the dunpeal, he was becoming more and
more agitated by the idea of the blonde being alone out here, especially since
the rains had now started and with the rains came the ogres.

He wanted to find the immortal and take him from this
dripping, damp place and bring him back to the crisp, dry home of the Belmont�s
whether he wanted to come or not. Richter sniggered quietly at the mental image
of himself pulling Alucard by his hair while the dunpeal sulked. Although that
was amusing Richter�s motive was serious, he couldn�t stand the thought of the
blonde alone out here in this soggy dank place, he needed to be surrounded by
luxuries or at least what luxuries the Belmont�s
could offer. <
<

He had spent a lot of time thinking this over, to
begin with he was defiantly in favor of helping the immortal, however as these
dreams intensified and with them his feelings he became more dubious. What
would he do with the pale son of Dracula once he had him in the crisp, dry home
of the Belmont�s?
What if he woke one night and �accidentally� found himself outside the
dunpeal�s room, what would stop him acting out one of his dreams? But slowly
chivalry won out, he could not leave the Dunpeal out here in the rainy season.

He had been following what he hoped was the dunpeal�s
trail for a while now, it was definitely unique, he had found human prints near
the edge of the forest and had followed them finding that after a few minuets
they stopped and a wolf-like paw print took there place, however the paw print
was far to large to be a wolf�s, simply guessing by the size of the tracks this
wolf would likely be only fractionally smaller than a small pony. He remembered
from his time watching the immortal in the castle mirror that Alucard had the
ability to alter his form to that of a large wolfs. Patches of blue-ish blonde
fur let him know this was most likely the immortal�s trail.

The trail lead him deeper and deeper into the forest,
deeper than he would have liked to have ventured. The further he went the more
obvious the danger became, several times he noted ogre tracks crossing the
wolf�s and slowly at first he realized that Alucard had been followed at one
point by some of of beast, most likely a griffin, red feathers dotted the
ground, while clawed and pawed tracks crisscrossed with Alucard�s.

However his fears were gone when he found the corpse
of the griffin in a clearing. From the mess on the ground and the torn form of
the griffin it appeared Alucard had fought the daemon in his wolf form, blood
and feathers littered the clearing but in the dead best�s claws and beak were
tuffs of bloodied pail fur, leading Richter to believe the blonde immortal had
not escaped unscathed.

Eventually the trail became a man�s boot print again
and led towards a cave. Taking a few deep breaths Richter entered the darkness, it swallowed Richter and coldness creped around
him. Unable to see and only moving forward lead by his hand on the cold wet
wall Richter felt extremely venerable. He could hear bats above him although it
didn�t sound like many.

Then quiet suddenly he was aware of another�s
presence, half preying he spoke

�A . . . Alucard� he called into the darkness

A few moments of silence echoed before he got a reply

Why was he so determined to find Alucard, a half blood
who didn�t even show gratitude at the fact Richter risked his life by entering
the silent forest to find him and had given him a light bruise on his jaw where
his gloved hand had gripped him to tightly. Why want that when he had a loving
wife who adored him and worried for him. He suddenly felt extremely guilty, not
just for making Annett worry but for everything.

He would forget the cold uncaring dunpeal,
he would pay his wife the attention she deserved. Just looking at her now,
blonde hair falling in tight curls around her shoulders, blue eyes glittering
wetly at him, she was on the verge of tears, his guilt intensified.

�oh my love� Richter stepped
towards her and enfolded her in his arms holding her to him tightly. �I�m so
sorry, I love you so much, I shouldn�t have worried
you like that�

�Richter� Annett sounded better �Richter love please�
she pushed her husband away, she was smiling slightly �your covered in mud� she
looked at herself �and now so am I you brute� she giggled but it stopped
quickly �Richter there�s blood on you�

Richter looked down at himself and winced there was
blood on him, quiet at lot.
�I found a dead horse my love that�s all, I moved it
off the road� he paused �I think I will take a bath�

Annett nodded �I think I will get changed into
something a little less dirty and wait for you in bed my love�

�I wont take long� Richter
forced a smile.

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Richter groaned loudly slipping into the warm water.
Closing his eyes he felt himself relax completely. Opening his eyes he looked
down at the scabs littering his body. A particularly deep slash had caught him
on his thigh and was taking longer to heal than any of the others as it had a
habit of reopening when Richter moved.

�stupid dunpeal� Richter
snapped to himself in anger looking at the cut.

The warm water moved gently around him in the bathtub
soothed the aching bruises that still littered his torso. He hoped Alucard
still had a bruise or two to show form their battle, but then he realized that
the dunpeal would have healed all those wounds long ago. Not only that but
Richter had only managed to strike the dunpeal a few times, the ashen skinned
immortal had been fast, leaping over him constantly, the whip hadn�t been much
good, he had managed to strike the vampire by throwing the thick heavy crucifix
a few times.

Then causing the holy rain, he knew that must have
hurt the immortal, he remembered watching as the dunpeal looked up in panic and
had almost flown into the corner trying to shelter himself under his cape, the
smell of burning filled the room and he grinned as he noticed parts of the
Dunpeal�s skin turned red then black and pealed away causing a cry of pain from
the immortal, then the rain had stopped and the fight had continued.

The water was cooling now and Richter sighed and
stood, looking down at the now murky coloured water, stained by mud and vampire
blood. Climbing out and covering himself with one of the towels Annett had put
out for him he felt a little bit better. His hair was slightly damp at the
edges but nothing to worry about; he was too tired now to care anyway. Making
his way into the dark bedroom he climbed under the sheets and sighed contently
as he felt thin arms wrap around him from behind.

�good night my love� Annett
whispered

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Richter woke with a start, jerking upright in bed,
sweat soaked sheets tangling around his legs. His pulse was loud in his ears as
he made to lie down again, just the simple actions of the sheets brushing
against him made him tremble �oh god�
he thought, half his mind cursed his waking up never wanting to leave the bliss
that his dreams were now becoming and the other half blessed it for his dreams
were a wicked and sinful pleasure that should not be felt by any man. He tired to calm his heaving breath when
another shudder ran through him unprovoked, he couldn�t stay here not in this
state, so standing as quietly as possible so as not to disturb Annett he made
his way to the kitchen.

Moments later sitting at the kitchen table with
something to drink he began to ponder his dream. While he could not remember it
overly clearly he did remember parts and the sensations were hard to forget, he
shuddered at the memories. He was alone with Alucard they were talking of
something that was badly affecting the blonde who looked so sad it was as if
his soul was breaking; Richter leaned across to touch the dunpeal and was
rewarded by a shudder and a slight smile.

Richter felt his entire self tremble heart, body and
soul. He had lunged forward sealing his mouth over the surprised half
vampire�s, Alucard had made a sound akin to a purr, elation swept over Richter
and he began using his superior weight to press the dunpeal down and busied his
hands at the blondes clothing.

He could feel the immortal trembling and
twitching, and with every little jerk the half blood gave, Richter smiled
against his ivory skin and did those things that made him twitch and tremble
again and again and again until the blonde son of Dracula was screeching under
him.The absolute rightness of this made Richter dizzy,
nothing could be more right, he had found his soul-mate.

He knew he should feel guilt at not dreaming of his
wife and of dreaming of a man. He knew guilt was what everyone would have
wanted him to feel but. . . as hard as he tried he
felt only frustration and a deep longing. His forced hatred of the dunpeal
melted quickly with the dream, it was impossible to hate such a creature
especially when all you wanted to do was find yourself buried inside it. He
sighed disappointed, he knew in the real world such a thing would never happen
for many reasons.

Alucard was a dunpeal, a creature with vampiric blood,
he was what Richter was meant to hunt, and by allowing him to live he allowed
another daemon to walk the earth poising it, not to mention Alucard was male.
He was also aware that Maria strongly felt for Alucard with a passion it was
only natural for Alucard to return her feelings, it didn�t matter the blonde
dunpeal had shown Maria only politeness before, Richter knew Maria would work
into him, she always did. Technically everything was wrong here, Alucard was a
daemon, he was male and Maria clearly wished for him. But then why did it feel
so right.

Richter couldn�t help the fact that he wanted the
blonde creature, yearned for him even. He wanted to find himself over the pale
immortal, to make him feel good, to feel his ivory skin against his own dark
tan and to
hear him make the same kind of sounds he�d made only moments ago in Richter�s
mind. He wanted a reaction, something other than the sad and detached mask he
normally wore.

Richter
smiled wickedly at the thought of the dunpeal losing himself, bucking and
thrashing under him, digging clawed hands into Richter�s back in attempts to
pull him closer, whispering pleas of how much he wanted him, to catch his eyes
and find them overflowing with lust and finally to hear him scream out his
name.
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