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Hello, again!
Happy New Year,
all! This part is short-ish, but really
necessary for the story. Sorry.
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.
This fanfiction
contains yaoi/mslash. If this offends
you, please read no further. This
chapter contains violence, vampirism, the slashing of a wrist, Turning, and
mind control. If you don�t like these,
maybe Castlvania isn�t the fandom for you?
This fic certainly isn�t.
Anyway, please
enjoy! I�d love to hear any comments or
questions either in emails or reviews.

Death Interrupted
Chapter 4: A Gift

Joachim�s
head shot up at the high, terrified scream that echoed from the woods in the
direction in which first Leon, then Richard had gone. He had just started in that direction when his sensitive hearing
also picked up the low hiss of a furious Vampire. He ordered his guards to stand down�if they came, they�d probably
die. He could only hope the Vampire
that had stumbled across the two wasn�t in league with Mathias Cronqvist.
Upon getting
closer, he found he could identify the voice of the angry undead as Leon�s
voice. He poured on a bit of speed�he
now had no idea what was going on, which was more dangerous than one of
Cronqvist�s men happening across them.
Following
his ears, he came across a startling sight.
In fact, it was frankly terrifying on too many levels to adequately
describe.
Leon stood
under the trees, holding Richard in midair with one casual hand. The darkness of the night made the red glow
of his eyes all the brighter. As the
moon slid out from behind a bit of cloud, though, the Hunter�s hair was lit
with silver light, haloing his face like some form of angel. The moonlight drowned the glow of his eyes,
but caught on his pale skin and�especially�his distended fangs. He looked like the bastard child of a demon
and an angel. Oh, so beautiful, but
death burning in his eyes, like one of the mythical Nephilim, a blend of the
Godly and the tainted.
Joachim
shivered at the purely primal fear the sight of him caused. This man, as a mere mortal, had defeated him
(by rights, Joachim knew he should be dead from seven hundred years ago), then
he had the courage and strength to kill Walter, somehow cutting through
Walter�s servant Death along the way.
Now that same man had the strength and eternal youth of a Vampire.
How much
more could he be capable of now?
Still, he
was just a Childe at this point, and if he was using up too much strength with
this fit of temper, the turning would be all the more difficult. Joachim had pledged to help the resurrected
man, and he would do so, even if that meant protecting him from himself.
�Leon,� he
said sternly, hoping the man would listen to reason. However, the Belmont didn�t so much as glance his way, although
Joachim knew he was aware of him.
Richard did
react though. �Lord Joachim! Help, he�s gonna kill me!�
Leon snarled
nastily. �I wonder why that might
be? Perhaps because you just keep
pushing your luck! You mock my faith,
insult Joachim�s judgment, and then decide to strike me�did you think I would
simply let you pummel me? I should
carve you to pieces!�
Joachim
stepped toward them. �Leon, please put
him down. You are using too much
energy. If you use it up, turning you
to me will be much more difficult. Do
you understand? You want to be free of
Cronqvist, do you not?�
Leon�s
dangerous snarl relaxed a little, and the red light of his eyes dimmed
slightly. He turned his head slightly
toward Joachim, seeming to calm slightly�then Richard struggled slightly,
inflaming Leon again.
�You mocked
my faith�shall I show you its power?�
He held up a golden crucifix in his free hand. It leaped from his palm to float over it, glowing with fierce
brilliance. Joachim jumped forward,
now. He recalled all too clearly what
the Vampire Hunter could do with a cross�seven hundred years later, Joachim
still remembered Michael�s Sword all too well.
�Leon, stop!�
he snapped with as much command as he could muster, forcing his mind against
the Childe�s in desperation. He felt
the sheer force of the Belmont�s will threatening to break his tenuous control,
but Leon was just too inexperienced to squirm his mind out from Joachim�s
grasp. The Hunter�s muscles locked in
place, no longer obeying his directives, and Joachim let a tiny sigh of relief
escape him.
�Good, now
let go of him.� Richard was set
carefully upon the ground, but before he could scurry off, Joachim called to
him. �Richard, hold still. Just because he�s obeying doesn�t mean he�s
not angry. Present yourself like a
meal, and he may attack you.� Richard
froze. �Good. Now slowly walk to me.�
Richard complied, visibly shaking.
When they drew even, Joachim dismissed the mortal, who proved exactly
how quickly he could run.
Joachim
returned his attention to Leon. With
the mortal out of sight, he seemed to calm a lot more quickly, so Joachim
tentatively loosened his grip on the other Vampire�s mind.
�Leon?� he
asked. The blond stared at him for a
long moment, then hunkered down where he stood, curling into a ball of
misery. Joachim went to him and placed
his arms around the unhappy Childe.
�Leon, what is it? Why did you
go off like that? You�ve been so
moody�you were never like this before.�
Leon
shuddered, and Joachim realized that the Childe�s body temperature was far
below even his. He would have mentioned
it, but Leon started talking, and he didn�t want to risk interrupting in case
the man wouldn�t speak again later.
�I don�t
know what�s wrong with me. He just�God,
he angered me. And he wouldn�t stop
talking about how you are his, and how I�m not worthy to be your
Childe. God as my witness, if I could
trade him, I would! He can have eternity�I
just want mortality, again. I�m
so�tired, and weak, and I hate it. I�ve
never been so helpless, but here I am, totally dependent on you, and if
Mathias catches me again, all will have been for naught. And I saw you first! That little upstart couldn�t have been
around seven hundred years ago.�
The last
statement was puzzling, but Joachim could alleviate some of the Childe�s other
concerns. �Leon, listen to me. You are tired and weak because you are yet a
Childe. Once you have strength enough
to be weaned from Sire�s blood, you will grow stronger rapidly. Already, you possess far beyond a mortal�s
strength for short bursts�though even in life, you were unique among men. I will feed you the best I can, for as long
as I can, that you may be strong among Vampires, as well. And once you are weaned, no one can Sire you
again, not even Cronqvist. Do you
understand?�
Leon looked
at him, looking again like an angel, with tears bright in his eyes and his hair
illuminated against the night. �So, we
only have to stay away for three months, and he will never be able to have
complete control over me again?�
Joachim
nodded. �Yes, Childe. Yes.
Then, no matter how he may wish it, a part of you will forever be beyond
his reach.�
Leon curled
close and they sat in silence for long moments. Joachim was surprised by the lazy contentment that swept over him
while holding the young Vampire, but could not pull away. Finally, Leon sat up.
�I suppose
we ought to begin, yes?�
Joachim
nodded and rose gracefully to his feet.
He held out his hand for Leon, who took it after a very short
pause. Joachim did not let go of the
gloved hand as he led the youngster back to the carriage. The mortal members of their party stared at
the two of them as they returned.
Richard scooted behind some of the other men, frightened and angry eyes
fixed on Leon.
�There was a
slight misunderstanding,� Joachim announced.
�Leon is already a Childe Vampire.
His Sire abused him in all the worst ways, first and foremost being
Turning him against his will. I have
sworn to help him, and the only way I can do so is by Turning him to me. This does not change our mission. We must stay away from other Vampires,
especially those allied or directly belonging to Lord Cronqvist, for the next
several months. I hope there shall be
no further provocation of my Childe, as he already possesses more than enough
strength to kill everyone here, and being without you all for sustenance would
be a large setback. Any questions? No?
Good.
�Carpenter,
get me the bucket and the special knife.
We have to do this on the run.
We are not to be disturbed today�just keep moving, with as few stops as
will keep the horses effective. Anyone
called to be a meal for the next few weeks may expect to be drained rather more
than usual, and possibly to be bitten by both of us. As usual, you all have the option of refusing. That is all.�
Joachim
hauled Leon to the carriage, settling him inside. Joachim helped Leon remove his sword and belt, then his cloak,
gloves, and boots. When the servant
Carpenter�one of the small-fry demons�rapped on the door to deliver the bucket
and knife, Joachim took them from him and set them on the cushion-strewn
floor. Then he guided Leon out of his
clothes, before shucking his own garments.
They stood naked facing each other�Leon was blushing�then Joachim
directed Leon to one of the seats.
�Lay
here. Let your arm dangle�good, like
that. That�ll help you to bleed more
quickly.� He gathered the bucket and
knife and looked down upon his blushing�was now a good time to inform Leon that
the accepted term for someone one intended to turn was �Bride?� Probably not. He knelt beside his Bride, touching his quivering shoulder
comfortingly.
�All will be
well, Leon. Wait. You will see.� He waited until the blond nodded and met his eyes, then draped
the Childe�s dangling arm over the edge of the bucket. �This knife,� he said, holding up the
unassuming little blade. �Is enchanted
with a spell that does not let your flesh heal, and is coated with a substance
that will prevent your blood from clotting.
It will make you bleed profusely and quickly. The blood will be caught in this bucket, from which I will drink
during the turning.
�Once your
blood is mostly gone, I will bite you to finish draining you. At this point, your old Sire will certainly
become aware of your situation. He may
attempt to force you to fight me.
Resist him, if you can. Once I
get the first drops of my blood into your body, his hold on you will weaken,
and you should have no problem resisting him for the duration of the
turning. You will probably lose the
next week or so, though you may lose substantially less, because you already
have most of the standard Vampire equipment�the first week is usually when it
develops. You will be weak for some
time after that, also. But I will
protect you. Do you understand?�
Leon thought
for a moment. �Will we have sex?�
Joachim was
faintly amazed�and dismayed. All the
boy could seem to think of was sex!
Either he was naturally very horny and had no inhibitions about saying
so�unlikely given the era in which he was raised�or Cronqvist had managed to do
something irreversible after all.
Joachim recalled that succubi and incubi were among the few classes of
undead, along with doppelgangers, that suffered no extreme ill effects from
holy magics. Perhaps that was why the
Hunter could still use a cross as a weapon.
�I don�t
know,� he replied. �I would prefer not
to. You already seem perilously close
to turning into an incubus, and I do not want to contribute to whatever damage
that monster has already done to you.
However, realistically, I imagine we probably will, specifically because
you seem to want it so much. I will
likely be in no condition to want to stop you during the turning.�
Leon nodded
solemnly. �I understand.�
�Good.� He raised the knife and pressed the tip to
the inside of Leon�s tender forearm.
�Do you trust me?�
�Yes,� Leon
breathed, almost reverently, and Joachim pressed the sharp blade through his
Bride�s delicate skin.

*

Leon
shuddered as blood slipped, wet, warm, and sticky down his arm. At first, it had come in a flood, rushing
after the burning fire of the knife�s edge.
It had sounded like someone pouring water into the bucket, and the air
had immediately grown thick with the heady scent of it. Now, the flood had slowed enough that Leon
could listen to each fat drop hit the surface of the fluid in the
container. He could track every drop as
it moved across his skin�the blood was warm, but it was carrying all his warmth
away, and the contrast of hot blood on cold skin was easy to feel.
Leon fixed
his heavy eyes on Joachim. The older
Vampire was steadily drinking the blood from the bucket through a long straw,
and the life-giving fluid gurgled as it went up and into his mouth. Being so low on blood, Leon was becoming
very hungry. If Joachim didn�t bite him
soon and subdue him, Leon was sure he would try to drink the blood back into
himself. His fangs ached so much, he
lay with his mouth agape, for it hurt too much to close his jaws.
Leon blinked
in drowsy shock when he noticed Joachim had shifted close to him. The silver-haired Vampire lifted his cut arm
from the bucket and licked the wound closed.
Leon smiled dizzily up at him as the Vampire picked him up from the
narrow, but plush seat, and settled him on the much greater space of the
floor. Joachim also moved the mostly
emptied bucket up onto the seat just vacated, where it was close to hand, but
out of the way. Then he settled over
Leon, straddling his thighs and pinning his wrists over his head.
�Brace
yourself, my Bride,� he said, though it sounded as if he said it
underwater. The statement itself was
strange, too�my Bride?�but Leon had precious little time to think on it, for the other Vampire
leaned forward, fangs extended, and clamped down on Leon�s throat. The immediate pain of four sharp fangs�both
upper and lower canines�piercing his flesh was instantly overtaken by the sweet
ecstasy that always seemed to accompany Vampire bites. He groaned and pushed himself against
Joachim�s body the best he could, pinned as he was. Of course, the way Joachim had straddled him meant Leon could
easily rub his sudden erection against the other man�s belly�
Leon
stiffened suddenly as Mathias�s distinctive touch slithered over his mind. It seemed like forever ago since he had last
endured Mathias touching him, in body or mind, though it had been just a day
and a night. He recoiled from the touch
immediately, hating it, feeling his skin crawl, but Mathias went with him. It was invasive, and Leon felt tears well in
his eyes at yet another violation.
However, he felt vastly better, almost triumphant, when Mathias�s rage
communicated itself over the link.
He tipped
his head back and laughed breathlessly, squirming at the sensations the
shifting fangs in his throat produced.
�Ah, God! Take that, you
bastard!� he exulted. Against his
throat, Joachim chuckled softly, his lips stretching into a smile. Leon regretted that he couldn�t see it,
because it certainly felt like the first full smile the other Vampire had ever
borne in his presence.
All thought
of that evaporated as Mathias forced his way into his mind. Leon found his hands flexing on Joachim�s
shoulders and his legs jerking violently, as his body attempted to escape at
Mathias�s direction.
Leon had
never attempted to use the bond in any way during the interminable nights spent
in Mathias�s castle. Now he lashed out
with all his strength, channeling all his rage and feelings of betrayal into a
strike at his Sire. Mathias actually
recoiled, so Leon pressed his advantage, delving deep into Mathias�s
feelings. He rifled through them,
heedless of the discomfort he was causing his victim, and threw the twisted
feelings back in Mathias�s face. Love
twisted to possessiveness, grief to rage, concern to violence�Leon couldn�t
believe the crap Mathias had floating around in him. Still, it made for a lot of ammunition to be used against him,
and Leon exploited it ruthlessly.
So focused
was he on retaliating against his once friend, that Leon took several minutes
to realize that Joachim had changed position again. Now he was sitting farther up on Leon�s chest. Leon shuddered as the older Vampire thrust
his throat at him, forcing the jaws open and impaling the tender flesh on
Leon�s aching fangs.
Hot blood
poured into his mouth and down his parched throat, filling his cramping stomach
with a comforting weight. The strange
metallic sweetness of his new Sire�s blood coated his tongue and its powerful
scent filled his nostrils. This was
nothing like the first time, when the shame of rape had pressed upon him,
leaving little room for enjoyment. This
time, Leon felt pleasure like liquid fire pulse in his veins, squeezing
awareness of Mathias completely out of his mind. He sucked hard on Joachim�s throat, greedy for more and delighted
when it came. He didn�t even require
the friction of their bodies to bring him to orgasm. He shrieked against his Sire�s beloved throat as he came, sobbing
his name past a mouthful of blood and his fangs still rooted in flesh.
Sunrise
found him completely unconscious and wrapped around his wide-awake Sire.
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