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Hello, again!
Gah.� I know it�s been forever since I updated this.� Sorry.�
And now I update with a short, not as interesting part.� But the next chapter should be up soon, and
it should have some steamy action in it for your enjoyment, so please bear with
it.
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.� As
usual, I own nothing, and am just playing with all the pretty men.� Mrowr.
This fanfiction contains
yaoi/mslash. If this offends you, please read no further. This chapter contains
violence and vampirism.
Please enjoy! I�d love to hear
any comments or questions either in emails or reviews.
Death Interrupted
Chapter 5: Peril
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Leon sighed
and stretched languidly.� He felt around
himself for his Sire, but his hands came up empty.� That brought him to full awareness for the first time in�however
long it had been.� All Leon knew was
that no Joachim could only be a bad sign, and like the first time he had
awakened in Mathias�s castle, he felt compelled to seek out his Sire.� He knew with the certainty of instinct that
it was only about an hour after sunset, but that was safe enough to get up and
out.� The carriage seemed to be moving
very quickly, however, which might indicate that whatever threat there might be
was very immediate.
Leon hastily
pulled on all his clothing, fumbling a little with the sword-belt.� The poison Joachim had given him went in an
inside pocket, and his crucifix around his neck.� He found the dagger that had been used to bleed him sheathed and
placed carefully on the seat.� He stuck
it in the top of his boot, and patted it affectionately; he had good memories
of this blade.
Just as he
was about to open the curtains to try and take stock of the situation, the door
burst open.� Adrenaline had Leon�s sword
out in a flash, but the silhouette in the doorway was familiar, so he checked
the swing.
Joachim,
looking vaguely wild, perched in the doorway.�
He seemed more than a little amazed to see Leon awake, but adapted
quickly.� �Leon!� Good.�
We�re under attack.� You�ve been
out three nights.� Cronqvist�s men
caught us using a series of teleportation sites I didn�t know about, and undead
horses�they run harder for longer, because they have little in the way of
physical limitations.� We�ve lost most
of the men and horses.� The remainder
will hold off his men, while we run.�
It�s good you�re awake.� Let�s
go.�
Leon wished
there was more time to ask questions, or at least for a snack�it was time for
breakfast, and his stomach was definitely letting him know it.� Still, there was no time, and he
followed his Sire without question.�
Joachim jumped from the speeding carriage and carried on into the
night.� Leon followed, not as
gracefully, perhaps, but he landed with only one stumble, and took off after
the silver-haired Vampire.
It was easy
to lose themselves in the darkness of the woods.� As he ran, Leon could hear the war cries and screams of
combatants on both sides.� He had to
close his ears to them, or he would go back and kill and kill until he was
killed or there was nothing left to kill.�
Instead, he focused on Joachim�s back as he floated through the wood�and
why did he run sometimes, and float others?�
Yet another question there was no time to ask.
Or
energy.� Leon was starting to become
very tired, though they hadn�t been running long.� His body simply seemed to have no strength in it, though he
didn�t complain.� He just ran as best he
could to keep up with his Sire, aided by the same hard-wired imperative not to
get separated from his Sire that had first forced him into rising.

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Joachim�s
eyes darted around the small clearing they had come across.� Seeing it was clear, he glided forward
waving Leon after him a moment later.�
There was a gigantic tree stump cut off at about waist height near the
middle of the clearing, and younger trees all around.� He sat down by the stump, and watched his Childe with a critical
eye as he moved to sit with him.
As Joachim
had thought, Leon did spend a lot less time in the purely reflexive eat/sleep
mode that followed immediately after turning.�
Further, there had so far been no sign of the illness Leon claimed to
have suffered the whole time with Cronqvist.�
And he had held up rather well for a Childe forced to run nonstop for
several hours the night of his first awakening.� But watching him, Joachim could see how much it had cost him.
Leon was
limping, moving like an old man.� Some
of the places where tree branches had whipped him in the face had yet to heal,
though none were actively bleeding any longer.�
The way he flopped down beside his Sire bespoke utter exhaustion, and a
Childe�s need for comfort.
Joachim put
his arms around Leon tenderly, pulling him close and baring his throat.� �Come, Childe.� I can spare a little, and you need it.�
Leon looked
uncertainly up at him, but scooted closer when Joachim gave an encouraging
nod.� Leon carefully opened the clasps
on Joachim�s shirt and pushed the fabric aside.� He kissed the spot he was going to bite�a habit that had begun
during the first day Joachim had been his Sire, though the Childe was probably
unaware of that.� Then he carefully slid
his fangs in, managing as always to nail a spot that made Joachim see
stars.� He shuddered and gasped under
his Childe�s soft mouth and sharp fangs, clutching him to him as the gentle
suction drove him quietly mad.
Just then,
from out of the darkness came a commanding voice.� �Get away from him, Vampire!� it cried, and Joachim heard the
whistle of some kind of weapon.� It
occurred to Joachim suddenly that whoever this was probably thought Leon was the threat.� He quickly
rolled over on top of Leon, just as a whip came slicing down through the spot
Leon had just occupied.� In fact, it
just nicked Joachim�s shoulder, and he hissed as the wound burned painfully.� Leon, meanwhile, had disengaged his fangs
and was trying to figure out what was happening.� Joachim hushed him then called into the darkness.
�Who are
you, and why do you bother us?�
A low
chuckle resounded, and Joachim�s vampiric sight illuminated what would, to
human eyes, be nothing more than a faint outline against the dark, if even
that.� He could make out the pretty
face, long hair, strong body, and threatening whip the speaker possessed.
�Well,
well.� It seems I was mistaken.� Not a Vampire feeding on some innocent, but
a Vampire feeding his Childe.� Kill the
master, and the Childe will die, too.�
Simple enough.�
Joachim
picked Leon up and bounded from their place.�
He set his Childe on his feet, then turned back to face the threat.� �I think you shall find us rather more
difficult to get rid of than you think,� he said coolly.
The man
laughed.� �Sure�like �roaches.� You kill one, knowing there are probably
hundreds more you don�t know about.�
Still, you kill what you can, and pray the others come out where you can
squash them.�
Joachim
whispered the command that raised his swords into position around him.� He set them in orbit around him because it
was the more defensive position, and he couldn�t risk his Childe.� If he died and this Hunter really was cruel
enough to let Leon live to starve to death, he would have no option but to go
back to Mathias if he wanted to live.�
Joachim knew Leon would never go, and it saddened him to think of his
angelic Childe sitting in the clearing waiting for the sun to rise, or drinking
the poison and spending the rest of the night dying in agony, or wandering the
countryside in a haze of hunger until he finally just stopped.
No, he
couldn�t let that happen.� He heard Leon
draw his sword behind him, and hissed back at the Childe.� �Stay behind me, Leon.�
�Have you
run mad?� I will not stand by while you
battle!� If you are injured or killed,
what do I then?� Not back to Mathias; I
should greet the sun, first!�
The hunter
in the dark laughed again.� �How
touching.� Strange, though, that the
Childe speaks more archaically than the Sire.�
No matter.� Let�s see if you have
the same conviction once you start to lose!�
The whip
lashed out again, slashing at Joachim�s body, but his swords shielded him.� He retaliated with a slash of his swords,
before shooting forward, twirling them around his body like a buzz saw.� The whip came again, followed by a thrown
vial of holy water Joachim barely managed to dodge.� Then came the whip yet again, and this time it scored his chest
with burning pain.� He hissed, and Leon
cried out in dismay.
Then the
headstrong Childe charged the Hunter.�
He knew whips well, and managed to be where the whip was not most of the
time, yet it seemed to Joachim that whenever the whip looked sure to hit, it
would suddenly veer away.� But Joachim
also saw what his Childe was attempting�he was trying to get close enough to
use a sub-weapon attack with his cross.�
It was far too dangerous to close all the way to sword range, but the
cross ought to do some damage, even if most humans weren�t particularly
susceptible to its power.� Joachim
closed too, hoping to get in an attack while the human was staggered by a
Vampire unleashing a Holy attack.� But
the whip was still in motion and headed straight to Leon.
This time,
the whip�s avoidance of Leon was obvious; it came in at one angle, then
rocketed off perpendicular to its original path.� The Hunter swore, and Leon�s eyes went wide.� The Childe held out a hand toward the
Hunter�no, to the whip.
�Sara�?� he
asked in a small voice.� �Is that you?�
The mortal
was again sending an attack Leon�s way, and the Childe wasn�t even attempting
to make a moving target of himself.� But
the whip wouldn�t even swing in Leon�s direction now.� Cursing, the Hunter drew another bottle of holy water from a
pocket, but something was strange with Leon.�
His eyes were glowing in the dark again, like the night he�d nearly
killed Richard, and he launched himself at the Hunter.
�What are
you doing with my whip?!� he bellowed as he charged headlong at the
human.� A bottle of holy water burst on
his chest, but he gave no sign that it even affected him.� Absurdly, Joachim recalled that incubi were
usually as unaffected by holy water as they were by crosses.
The Hunter
was clearly taken aback when he was tackled to the ground and sat on by a
furious Childe trying to claw his weapon out of his hands, screaming, �Let go
of Sara!�
Another
shape materialized out of the darkness, picking Leon up by the collar and
throwing him casually off the Hunter.�
This man�s haunting beauty, pointed ears, and vaguely glowing eyes
clearly marked him as a demon of some sort, and Joachim would have been willing
to bet the man was a Vampire, despite the fact he seemed a little�off for one
of the undead.� Concerned for his
Childe, and seeking to defend him from both the strange Vampire and the human,
Joachim rushed to where Leon lay, crumpled upon the ground.
�Richter,�
the Vampire said quietly.� �Perhaps it
would be wise to learn why your whip will not fight this Childe before you do
anything else.�
�Richter,�
the Hunter, scowled in the dim starlight.�
�Maybe so, Alucard, but I really don�t like leaving these Vampires
standing any longer than I have to.�
This forest is positively crawling with their kind and other monsters
tonight, and I doubt their appearances are unrelated.�
Joachim�s
dead heart chilled.� �Alucard,� the man
had said.� Joachim recognized the name
as that of Count Dracula�s son, and Dracula was a close ally of Cronqvist.� But the stab of panic that made him clutch
his Childe reflexively to his chest soon subsided.� Joachim had also heard that Alucard was half human, and had
repeatedly helped Vampire Hunters subdue his father.� In fact, the Hunters he was supposed to aid bore the name
�Belmont��and Leon had pledged his line to the eradication of
Vampires.� Could this �Richter� be some
far removed descendant?
��Alucard,�
he called you,� Joachim murmured, rising again to interpose himself between his
still disoriented Childe and the threats.�
�Alucard, the son of Dracula?�
The pale man
nodded slowly, and Leon reached up to tug on his sleeve, an endearingly
childlike gesture.� �Who is this
�Dracula� of whom you speak?�
Joachim
caught his Childe�s hand, squeezing gently, and trying to ignore how soft
having a Childe was making him.�
�Dracula is another old Vampire, about a century older than Cronqvist,
and one of his primary allies.�
Cronqvist often provides manpower for Dracula�s many wars.�
Leon shot to
his feet.� �These people are in league
with Mathias?� No!� I won�t go back!� Sara!�� The whip in the
Hunter�s hands jerked from his grasp and sailed to Leon.� The Childe expertly brandished it, and
snarled at the shocked Hunter and half-blood pair.� �Be forewarned!� This whip
will kill Vampires, and I know exactly how to use it!�
Richter
snarled back.� �What the hell are
you?� You idiot, you�re a Vampire
yourself; how do you even lay hands on that weapon?�� He and Alucard both started forward, Richter moving for his whip,
Alucard moving to protect him.
Leon glared
at the half-blood, stepping in front of Joachim.� �Stop right there, Vampire, unless you like the feel of your skin
burning off your body.� And halt your
human pet, too�I won�t hesitate to flay him as well!�
Richter
tensed and took another menacing step.�
�I am no one�s pet, Vampire!�
More than can be said about you!�
Alucard
shook his head.� �Stand down, Belmont.�
Leon replied
before Richter even opened his mouth.�
�Do not speak to me of standing down!�
Tell your dog to behave, and I will consider it.�
Alucard and
Richter both froze, staring at Leon in incomprehension.� Joachim placed his hand on his Childe�s
shoulder.� �Hush now.� This would appear to be a
misunderstanding.� Put the whip down,
Childe.�
Leon cut his
eyes over at him, and lowered the whip.�
It was still a position from which he could be dangerous, of course�Joachim
knew well that the Childe could attack from practically any position with the
thing.� It was a less overtly menacing
posture though, and Joachim let out a tiny sigh of relief.� Then he turned to the watching duo.
�I have
heard that Alucard, son of Dracula, aids the Vampire Hunters when they come to
battle his father.� That he has even
fought his sire himself.�
Alucard
nodded, his moonlit curls shifting around his shoulders.� �You have heard correctly.� And I have heard of one Vampire whose powers
enable him to float above the ground at any time, and whose weapon is a ring of
swords that attack without him ever having to lay a hand on them.� This Vampire to whom I refer is called
Joachim Armster.�
Joachim
nodded in return.� �I am he.�
�Can it
be?� A Vampire can fight his Sire?� Leon
asked, puzzled.� Joachim nodded.
�Of course
it is possible, once he is no longer a Childe, though most often, the younger
loses to the elder, because of the difference in power attendant to the
difference in age.� Remember, I fought
my Sire, Walter.� And lost.� However, that is for normal Vampires.� Alucard, it is said, is a dhampire�the child
of a human and a Vampire.� They say
Alucard�s mother was a human woman.� As
a half-blood, things are different for him.�
He can walk in the sun and handle holy items.�
Leon
frowned.� �Yet I can hold my cross.� Is this unusual?�
Richter
snorted.� �You have got to be kidding
me.� Who has ever heard of a Vampire
lugging a cross with him?� Of course
it�s weird that you can handle it.�
Leon looked
pleadingly at Joachim, who nodded.� �It
is unusual.� But I believe there has
never been anyone like you.� If there
has, I certainly have never heard of it.�
Alucard�s
sharp features creased in a tiny frown.�
�What is different about your Childe, Lord Armster?� And do you know why these woods are filled
with creatures of darkness?�
Joachim
squeezed Leon�s hand again as he felt the Childe begin to shake slightly.� �I would be willing to tell you all about
it, Lord Alucard, but the darkness in this forest hunts us.� It would be unwise for us to stay in the
open, especially as we must find shelter for the day in the next few hours.�
The dhampire
glanced at Richter, who looked immediately discontented.� �I don�t know, Alucard.� We don�t even know these Vampires, and now
you want to shelter them for the day?�
Alucard
nodded solemnly.� �We must know what is
happening in these woods, and they are our best chance to find out.� Further, Lord Armster has a reputation for
not killing humans�well, not since some time several hundred years ago.� I doubt he would allow his Childe to kill
either, although he seems too young to hunt on his own yet, anyway.�
Richter
glanced thoughtfully at Leon.� �It is
true he seems young.� But he is
remarkably strong and clear-headed for his age.� I imagine he could hunt if he wished, but he is not yet weaned,
and is thus uninterested in hunting.��
He looked at Joachim.� �If you
swear not to bite anyone in this place we take you, you may come.�
Joachim felt
relief flutter in his chest for the first time all night.� �I swear this to you on my honor and my
Childe�s life.�
Richter
accepted his oath with a gracious nod.�
It was common knowledge that swearing on one�s Childe was a very serious
oath.� Then he looked at Leon.� �Might I have my weapon back?� You at least have your sword�without my
whip, I am almost unarmed.�
Leon
reluctantly handed it over, whispering a quick goodbye to it.� Richter carefully but deftly coiled it up
again, and hooked it to his hip.� Then
he looked at them.� �Follow me.� Alucard, would you guard our rear?�
The
half-blood nodded, and the group set off.

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