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Hello!
Here we are�another
chapter.
This is a Castlevania
fanfiction, based on both Castlevania: Symphony of the Night and Castlevania:
Lament of Innocence. Neither of
these games belongs to me, nor do any of the characters appearing in them. I own nothing. Still.
This fanfiction
contains yaoi/mslash. If this offends
you, please read no further. This
chapter contains vampirism, a little violence, and mention of sex. Still tame.
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much.
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Death Interrupted
Chapter 3: Jealous
Rage

Leon floated back to awareness, hearing Joachim�s
voice. He sounded worried, though,
which brought Leon to awareness more quickly.
�Hmm, M�lord?� he asked, blinking sleepily up at the
other Vampire. The heavy blinds of the
carriage were open, allowing in moon and starlight. By that light, Leon could see the worry on the other�s
features. That jerked him awake and
upright.
�What is it?
What�s the matter?� he demanded, craning his head to see out of the
carriage, expecting to find Mathias�s men right behind them. Joachim pulled him down.
�Mercy, Leon.
You are the matter. It is
two hours after sunset and you just wake.
And I have been trying for some time to wake you, but you would
not. I worried you might submit to True
Death.�
Leon shook his head. �So, I slept in.�
Joachim shook his head. �Ah, you silly Childe!
Vampires, even Childer, usually rise promptly at sunset. Because we can risk no exposure to the sun,
we typically have to rise and return to rest sometime in middle twilight. At some times of year, that means that
daylight is twice the length of night.
In order to accomplish anything, one must make the best of his time,
which means getting up within a few minutes of sunset. Fortunately, we are yet near enough to
winter to have plenty of darkness.
�Still, you worried me when you would not move. Most Vampires instinctively rise within a
half-hour of sunset. Were it not for
the fact you persist in breathing, I would have thought you dead.�
Leon crooked a brow. �That I breathe is somehow unusual?�
Joachim shook his head in apparent awe. �Why do you not know any of this? Your previous Sire was greatly remiss in
your training. Or rather, he taught you
some of the finer points without telling you the basics.
�The use of vocal expression requires the use of
air. Any time a Vampire wants to speak,
he must draw a breath, which he uses to vibrate his voice box. We are unable to vibrate it without air, so
for that purpose, we breathe. We also
breathe on the hunt, first to smell things, and second because mortals can be
surprisingly perceptive about such details.
Most newly turned Childer need relearn to breathe�their bodies forget
when they die. Not to mention, many
need regrow their throats, as they are often torn out during turning.
�You, however, seem to have retained the breathing
reflex so well that you breathe even when unnecessary. As in sleep.�
Leon bit his lip.
�So I am faulty.�
Joachim shook his head, looking vaguely
frustrated. �Belmont, why do you
persist in looking for problems in yourself?
There is nothing wrong with you.
You rise late and maintain certain of your mortal characteristics. Do you not think that perhaps is the way you
are meant to be?�
Leon shivered.
�There can be no �meant to be.�
We are daemons; God has turned His face from us. How can He intend for us to be this way when
He does not extend His love over us?
For what fate can we be predestined without His grace?�
Joachim smiled sadly. �Yes, Childe, perhaps God has turned from us. But you still love Him, yes? I cannot imagine what God would turn a deaf
ear to the pleas of a creature as beautiful as you when you love Him
still. Especially when the Church would
tell us that those who are possessed or have committed crimes may still pray to
Him for salvation. In what way are you
different from a man possessed by the essence of Satan? Perhaps, my dear, He still listens, and if
He does, it may be you still have some purpose in this world.�
Leon frowned, thinking that over. He could reach no conclusion, though his
heart desperately wanted to believe Joachim�s words. �Perhaps,� he finally murmured, noncommittally. Joachim smiled at him. Of course, the widest smile he�d yet seen on
the older Vampire�s face had been barely wide enough to stretch the lips�most
consisted of a simple upturn of the corners of his mouth. But Leon was getting to be very good at
reading his soon-to-be-Sire.
�Come here, Leon,� he said. �Time for breakfast.�
Leon frowned, arrested in the act of moving toward
Joachim. �Ah, Joachim��
�Yes?�
�I have never had any blood but Mathias�s. How do I�?�
�It is much the same. Come here.�
Leon felt sickness pool in his stomach. �Should I take off my clothes, My Lord?�
Joachim�s eyes went wide, suddenly flashing blood
red. �What?!� he hissed, his
voice low and quiet, but filled with rage.
Leon felt fear spike through him, chilling him to the core, but he
managed not to cower against the side of the carriage.
�Do you not want me?� Leon asked softly. For all his talk that there was nothing
wrong with him, Joachim still found him too strange to bed. How else did Vampires feed? Leon knew intellectually that it couldn�t be
dependent on sex, but that was the only way he knew.
Joachim sat up slowly, moving as one would with a
frightened animal. �Leon. Please remain calm.� Leon snorted. He was calm�Joachim was simply avoiding the question. However, the older Vampire didn�t dodge
around for long.
�Leon, in regards to the last, I assure you that I
find you quite attractive. But feeding
and sex, while a good combination, are not so joined as to necessitate each
other. In fact, most Vampires in this
era have decided that it is�well, distasteful, if not morally despicable to
have sex with a Childe.�
Leon scowled.
�We�re Vampires, My Lord.
How do we have a moral code?�
Joachim sighed.
�Any society requires laws, rules, and guidelines, or it falls
apart. We Vampires have merely decided
that it is bad to poach on one another�s territory; that it is impolite to
attack one�s host; and that we do not have sex with the recently turned. It was deemed that a Childe at that stage is
far too impressionable. In fact, it is
one of the acknowledged methods of deliberately creating succubi.�
Leon shuddered.
�You mean daemons that have intercourse with people in their sleep?�
�Rather, Vampires that feed upon sexual
energy. Usually, a Vampire can develop
in any of many directions upon his turning�incubi, shape changers,
doppelgangers, winged Vampires, and so forth.
It was decided that it was best for Vampire-kind as a whole that all
Childer be allowed to develop as they would.
Further, incubi and succubi are among the neediest of all Vampires. They are usually physically weak, but have
great influence over the minds of others.
Which is fortunate for them, because if they fail to get all the sex
they need, they die.�
Leon shuddered as something Mathias had said to him
came back. �You don�t know it yet,
but you need this.� �Are you
saying�was Mathias trying to make me into one of those�wretched creatures?�
Joachim shifted uncomfortably. �I really don�t know what your old Sire was
thinking. But it�s possible. If he wanted to cement you to his side, that
is certainly one of the surest ways in which to do it. Incubi seldom wander from places full of
prey because of how often and intensely they require sex. If he did make you one, you would find
yourself very reluctant or entirely unable to leave the castle.�
Leon thought for a moment. �But he obviously didn�t succeed, as here I am, and with no more
than the usual�urge. Or somewhat less,
given my recent experience with it.�
Joachim sighed sadly. �Unfortunately, that does not necessarily mean anything. At this point, you are still a Childe. You are still developing, and until you
become a Fledgling, nothing will be certain.
However,� Joachim�s head came up, his eyes sparkling fervently. �I will promise you that I will not touch
you in that manner for any reason until you fledge.�
Leon shook his head. �No. Say rather that you
will not touch me in such manner unless we are both willing. If it comes up, I would have the option open
to us, not barred by an oath.�
Joachim considered.
�Very well. Then I shall not
touch you in such manner unless we are both willing. Does that put your mind at ease, Childe?�
Leon smiled wholeheartedly. �Yes!�
Joachim echoed it with a tiny curve of his solemn
lips. �Good. Now come over here and break your fast.�
Leon took heart in the slightly teasing tone, and
sidled over to his chosen Sire. Joachim
guided him to sit on his lap, and Leon complied, though self-consciously. They were seated on the floor of the
carriage, not either of the couches, so when Joachim rolled his head back, it
rested in one plush seat. Leon
swallowed the saliva that built in his mouth as his eyes fixed magnetically on
the pale flesh.
�So, what do I do?�
Joachim sighed and settled back with the air of one
who suspected he�d be here awhile. Leon
couldn�t blame him�it sounded like Childer were usually at least a little
self-sufficient from the start. Or at
least enough to perform the basic act of feeding, anyway. Leon felt a moment of embarrassment for his
ignorance, but Joachim sportingly fielded the question.
�Just relax and focus on me. Try to find the places where the blood runs
closest to the surface, and when you feel ready, bite me there. Try to be careful about it, though�we
haven�t time for me to heal if you bite off chunks of flesh.�
Leon shuddered at that thought. Chunks of flesh?! Wasn�t it bad enough he had to drink blood, but now they were
discussing cannibalism?
Despite his horror, Leon�s eyes were still riveted
upon Joachim�s throat. In a few
moments, he began to see a ghostly overlay on that pale flesh. There were two colors�red and blue. The red seemed to form branches like trees,
while the blue formed something more like a spider�s web with many bugs of
various sizes wrapped up for later feasting.
In many places, the two seemed to coincide.
Leon leaned forward to snuff at Joachim�s neck,
taking in the faint aroma of his skin�old rock, running water, and rust. It seemed the very essence of decay, but it
made Leon�s mouth water all the more.
He lapped gently at the place he intended to bite�a bright blue spot
with a thick red branch running through it just at the juncture of neck and
shoulder. His jaws began to hurt, and
he leaned his head against Joachim�s shoulder as he waited for it to pass. This, he knew from experience, was the
extension of his fangs so he could feed.
Sometimes it hurt more than others, and this time was fairly bad. But it passed quickly, and Leon was once
again confronted with the reality of Joachim�s throat on display.
Without even thinking about it, he slid his fangs
into the thin skin at his chosen target.
Blood welled with gratifying speed upon his tongue, and he sucked
greedily at the wound. He left his
fangs in, shifting them slightly every now and then to keep the Vampire�s
healing abilities from sealing the leaking blood vessels upon which he fed.
The blood was�quite good. He found with regret that Mathias�s had tasted better, but
Joachim�s still tasted excellent. It
was warm and coppery, and tasted red in a way nothing had ever tasted in
life. The texture of his skin was
equally incredible�fine and smooth as china, but soft as the luxurious blanket
Leon had spent the day wrapped in. Each
new mouthful sent a spike of pleasure slamming through his body, and that
pleasure was inflamed soon enough into lust.
Leon had started out sitting something akin to
sidesaddle across Joachim�s lap�both legs on the same side, but stretched out
slightly before him. He�d hunched down
a little to have a good angle at the delicious throat, too. However, as he fed, still with his fangs in
place, he found himself shifting to straddle the older Vampire�s lap. Once he again settled, he rubbed against his
soon-to-be-Sire, feeling the hardness trapped under his body, the twin to his
own suddenly burning erection. He
moaned quietly, sucking at the open wounds his sharp teeth had made, and
reveling in the low groan that answered him.
It took nearly a full minute to register when
Joachim said, �Stop.�
Once it did though, Leon quickly but carefully
pulled his fangs out and lapped at the wounds without suction. They healed quickly under his
ministrations. Then he looked shyly up
at Joachim, ignoring the continuing demands of his belly.
The older Vampire was studying him closely. His pale eyes were darkened, swallowed almost
entirely by pupil, concentrating the grey of the irises into silver, that most
deadly of metals to the undead. It was
strangely exciting to look into his eyes and see in them death as a sign of his
passion.
�Leon?�
Leon shivered, and struggled to crush his want back
into a manageable bundle. �My Lord?� he
asked, not quite mortified when it came out a sultry purr. �Were you not going to drink?�
Joachim�s eyes were still fixed on him as he shook
his head. �No. I fed you a minimum to keep you strong
through the day�taking from you now would defeat the purpose, while giving you
more just means you have more to bleed out later. Besides, if any Vampire bites you now, your Sire will know about
it.�
�Oh,� Leon murmured. �When do I start bleeding myself?�
�We�ll wait until either you begin to feel the
strain on your Sire-Childe bond, or about an hour before the time we left
yesterday. That should give us plenty
of time to bleed you, turn you, feed you, and get you settled for the day.�
Leon inclined his head in understanding. �Very well.� He nibbled his lip.
�Would it be possible for me to, I don�t know, maybe ride on the roof or
something? I think I need some air.�
Joachim nodded, and reached above him to pound
firmly thrice on the wall of the carriage.
Almost immediately, the vehicle slowed to a halt, and Leon clambered out
of Joachim�s lap and out the door, snatching up his cloak along the way. Their traveling companions passed around
hasty meals and took turns relieving themselves in the woods. They also swapped the harnessed horses for
four of the more rested saddled horses.
Leon watched the goings on from his new perch atop the carriage. Not long after, the conveyance set off once
more, and Leon smiled at the feeling of wind in his hair.
The drivers were nervous around him for quite a
while, but he soon had them engaged in a discussion of horse breeding�a topic
that apparently hadn�t changed much in seven hundred years, because he could
still converse intelligently on it, whereas weapons and even the technology for
this very carriage had clearly changed.
Another stop at midnight, but Leon still did not
feel like retiring to the carriage. He
had bundled up in his cloak to begin with, and the night was startlingly warm
for the time of year. He listened to
the low-voiced chatter of the drivers with half an ear, but he was mostly
focused on the glimpses of starry sky he could catch through the trees. That was why he didn�t really catch it the
first time the low moan echoed from the carriage.
The second time, however, he sat bolt upright from
his casual slouch, startling the drivers, but not caring. He�d heard it that time, and he smelled
blood.
Heedless of the moving vehicle, Leon leaped from the
roof to the running board, tossed the door open, and plowed in.
Joachim had one of the human riders pinned down on
one of the seats, his fangs buried in his neck. The human was moaning passionately, his hands roving all over
Joachim�s body and slipping into his tunic.
Leon crouched frozen for an interminable moment, seeing in too much
detail what the human was doing to his Sire-to-be. Then he could have sworn he saw red, or maybe green�he was angry
and jealous, and his temper flared.
�What is going on here?!� he demanded. Joachim moaned and withdrew his fangs from
the mortal�s throat. The mortal moaned
back and clutched at Joachim�s shoulders, but Joachim dragged himself away�with
manifest unwillingness that didn�t help Leon keep his temper at all. He reached up and knocked the signal for
stop, again, and motioned for the human to leave once the carriage was no
longer in motion. The human pouted,
then shoved his way gracelessly from the vehicle. As he passed, Leon picked up the distinctive scent of semen, and
felt his fangs extend even as he ground his teeth together to keep from simply
tearing out the little upstart�s throat.
Joachim motioned him closer, and Leon complied once
he had himself under enough control.
With a wave of his hand, he caused all the shutters to close, drawing a
vaguely surprised expression from Joachim, who had just signaled �go.�
�And what, My Lord,� Leon hissed through
still-clenched teeth. �Was that?�
Joachim looked confused a moment. �What?
Richard? He�s a snack. Most of those out there are snacks, in case
we need them. Why?�
Leon wasn�t particularly paying attention, now. Far more important was the fact that the
little poacher had a name, and it could be shortened to something as satisfying
in verbal warfare as �Dick.� On the
other hand, Leon more than half wished he were getting some dick himself,
although from the vampiric half of this little party.
Joachim�s fingers on his cheek startled him out of
his musings, which were growing steadily more violent. He looked into his soon-to-be-Sire�s face,
and flinched at the steely control there.
He was at least very irritated, possibly actually angry, and was
exercising a lot of control to keep it in check.
�Belmont,� he said softly. Leon only thanked God it wasn�t �Hunter��it seemed that the more
upset the older Vampire got, the more impersonal the term he used to refer to
Leon. He continued in that same rigidly
controlled tone of voice. �You must
understand that we are Vampires. We
require the blood of others to survive, especially the blood of mortals. The blood of other Vampires tastes good and
gives a lot of energy, but there is only so much of it. Eventually, every Vampire must feed on a
mortal being, and I for one refuse to feed on animals. Every man in this group knows he may be
called upon as a meal, and is willing.
Get used to it, or you will starve.�
Leon ducked his head. �Yes, Lord Armster,� he said quietly, though he was screaming
inside. Joachim had totally
missed the reason for his upset. He had
figured out that everyone here was devoted to Joachim, and would gladly let the
Vampire bleed them dry, if it came down to it�although, it seemed Joachim took
good care of his�livestock. It was the
sex that bothered him, the fact that Joachim would bite and touch and pleasure
a mortal to orgasm, when he would push Leon�s hands away, suffered only to feed
him �a minimum.� At least Mathias had
wanted him, even if the thought of it sickened him.
Unable to take the emotional pressure of remaining
in Joachim�s presence, he dipped a bow and scrambled out again. He settled himself on the roof, noting that
the night had cooled further in the time he�d been in the warm carriage. He bundled up in his cloak, shivering
slightly, but unwilling to go back down.
After a few minutes, the procession got back in motion.
For several more hours, Leon huddled miserably on
the roof, trying in vain to recapture the earlier feeling of freedom this had
given him. No one spoke to him, now,
and he hadn�t the energy to coax them to it.
Instead, he used his slightly heightened Childe sight to watch their
breaths fogging in the chill, and his failing to. He longed for the sun, for its warmth, its light, and the peace
it offered. Perhaps he should tell Lord
Armster not to burden himself with turning him, thank him for his help in his escape
from Mathias, and wander to a clearing in the forest to watch his last
sunrise. He knew he could force himself
to stay awake to watch, if he knew it would be the last chance he got.
Buried in thoughts of burning light, the hours
passed swiftly for Leon. About two
hours to dawn, the carriage once again rolled to a halt and Lord Armster
stepped out of it. Leon forced his face
into calm non-expression when the Vampire looked up at him. He also relaxed his limbs from the fetal
curl they had flexed into as defense against the cold.
�Come down, Leon.
We should begin,� he said calmly, giving no sign he had noticed anything
odd about Leon.
Leon climbed slowly down, trying to make it look
like anxiety rather than immobility due to frozen muscles. He felt very nearly as uncoordinated and
stiff as he had been in the �dream� at Mathias�s�which he now believed to be
the memory of his turning. He felt like
a corpse in rigor mortis, which was entirely too fitting.
�Lord,� he said quietly. �I would like a few minutes to ready myself, if that is
acceptable to you?�
The Vampire�s pale eyes looked sharply at him, then
seemed to soften in sympathy. �Very
well. We can spare a few moments.�
Leon ducked a bow.
�My thanks, Lord,� he said in his most polite tone, then pivoted on his
heel to walk into the forest. His
frozen body forced his gait to a sort of deliberate dignity to cover its
stiffness, but he decided he could do worse than appear dignified. Once he was several paces out of sight of
the gaggle of horses, humans, and demons, Leon knelt on the cold ground. His knees were immediately damp from the dew
and leaf litter, but he ignored that small discomfort as he pulled a small
golden crucifix from his pocket. It
wasn�t as good as having a church, but God heard prayer all the time, from
everywhere.
Bending his head, Leon prayed for guidance. He was a demon now, so surely that was an
affront to God�s creation, but would welcoming the sun be suicide? The Church was strictly against that. But for all his belief, he knew if he
continued on, he would commit horrible sins, if given the opportunity. Adultery sprang readily to mind, and murder
soon thereafter. These were sins for
which one was usually put to death, and he could not reconcile them with his
continued existence.
All the Latin prayers of mass tripped from his
tongue as he mentally begged God for help, even though he had started
silently. His hands clasped the
crucifix tightly. He held it to his
lips, chanting past the cold metal in the hope God still leant his ear to
monsters.
�Heh, a little late for that, don�t you think?� a
derisive voice cut at him from nearby.
Leon looked up to see the man Joachim had been feeding on earlier, and
forcefully suppressed the desire to rip out his throat. �Dick� continued. �After all, you�re to be turned in just a few minutes�you�re
already committed to the path of demonhood.�
He scowled darkly. �I can�t
imagine why Lord Joachim is willing to give you immortality; he�s never
had any interest in altar boys before.�
Leon frowned
slightly. Was this man unaware that
Leon was already a Vampire?
The way he spoke certainly hinted at it, but why would Joachim keep such
a secret?
Richard
suddenly stepped up to him and hauled him roughly to his feet. �Listen up, you. You may be a Vampire by the time the week is out, but you�re not
yet, so don�t go getting arrogant. I saw Lord Joachim first�he�s mine, and I should be the one being turned
tonight. But no�he claps eyes on you
and has to �save� you from some other Noble Vampire, and decides he�s going to
change you.�
Leon averted
his eyes from the mortal before him. He
was angry, so his color was up, and Leon felt the sudden desire to silence his
blathering by ripping his throat out and feasting. Then the man had the gall to claim Joachim was his, and Leon really wanted to kill him, feeding be damned. He had to keep his eyes elsewhere and his
jaws clenched shut to keep from obliterating the little snot. He could feel the pain of his fangs
extending�bad pain, this time; much worse than earlier in the evening.
�You look at
me when I�m talking to you, damn you!�
Suddenly, a hot hand cracked across his cheek, and Leon felt broken
blood vessels oozing blood to make a vivid bruise, before his tissues just as
quickly reabsorbed the vital fluid. The
blow had been powerful, but Leon�s head hadn�t even rocked. He looked up at dear Dick, feeling his
vampiric temper boiling to the surface.
The night was suddenly bright as day, and Leon could see the red and
blue overlay of the mortal�s features.
�Oh, shit,�
the mortal whispered. �You already are a Vampire!�
Leon lunged.
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