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Hello!
Just to make things
clear, this is my first post on adult fanfiction, my first public attempt at
this fandom, and deals with a few issues I�ve never played with before. I hope I�ve handled everything well, but any
errors are mine�this story has no beta, per se. This is part one of a two-part post. Who knows how long the actual fic will be.
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. Unless someone up at Konami is reading this
and wants to make me a birthday present.
Which is, to say the least, unlikely.
This fanfiction
contains yaoi/mslash. If this offends
you, please read no further. This fic
also contains rape, semi-consensual sex, vampirism, mental games, and
depictions of the Christian Church and faith that some people may find
offensive. And that�s just this
chapter. If any of the above
offends you, please read no further. I live
in Arizona and have no use for flames�it�s quite warm enough, thanks. I do welcome reviews and emails of other
sorts though. If there are any
comments, criticisms, or questions, please feel free to email me or leave a
review.
Also, I am aware that
LOI does sort of imply that Mathias Cronqvist became Dracula. I am ignoring this based on the earlier
statement in SOTN that Dracula�s name is Vlad Tepes and that Dracula is
about 800 at the time of SOTN�Mathias would only be about 700 according
to the timeline. So for this story,
they are two different people.
And now, I humbly
present:

Death Interrupted
Chaper 1: Disturbed
Sleep

Leon moaned quietly as awareness began to filter to
him, like early morning sun through curtains on a foggy day. It felt as though he�d been out for years,
and he couldn�t remember falling asleep.
In fact, he could barely remember most of his life; his memories were
only fragmented flashes of sensation.
Still, while memory remained
elusive, awareness slowly came. First
he became aware of a rubbing, burning feeling in his ass. It was uncomfortable, and he tried to squirm
away, though he couldn�t tell if his limbs got the message. After that, he noticed a strange ache in his
lower back, and an impression of rhythmic motion. Then came the smell of sweat and blood, followed closely by
periodic grunting behind him.
He suddenly realized he was being
buggered.
Now he knew his limbs got the
message�he felt them flail, an elbow smacking warm flesh. But the man screwing him didn�t pause. In fact, he chuckled softly, warm hands
rubbing over Leon�s cold flesh. And
Leon was very cold�his muscles protested every movement, frozen into tight
coils. Of course, this very rigidity
contributed to the pain of the taking, which only mounted as Leon�s nerves
seemed to fade slowly into being.
He cried out, struggling against
the pain and the humiliation. He�d lain
with other men before, he thought, and enjoyed it both ways. But it seemed to him that right now, his
companion was taking no care with him, simply reaming him out. He would not be a part of this�he wouldn�t!
But the warm hands caressed him,
pulling him more securely against the body behind him. He was held there by a horrible strength or
by the equally terrible weakness in which his body was steeped. A gentle and vaguely familiar voice started
crooning in his ear, provoking a staggering wave of conflicting emotions in
him, though he could not understand the words.
Finally, resignation won over all
the other emotions, even pain and terror.
Leon put his head down on the soft pillow, feeling its downy softness
against his cool cheek, and lay sobbing.
The hands were still on him, stroking and soothing, but growing rough as
the body they were part of neared its peak.
Leon shivered as the body on top of
his tensed, and squirmed as he found his rectum suddenly full of warm
seed. But it wasn�t over. His companion suddenly clamped teeth over
the side of Leon�s throat, the skin breaking like fragile tissue paper. It should have hurt like hell�in fact, it
did�but it also felt wonderful, the single exciting thing in the whole violent
union. Leon felt something akin to a
weak orgasm as the hot mouth began sucking the bloody wound, the tongue lapping
up coppery fluid.
When it was over, Leon whimpered,
feeling as though he�d been left hanging somehow, waiting for something. He was rolled onto his side and pulled flush
against the naked body that had so recently dominated him. He burrowed gratefully into the warmth
there, still feeling abandoned, until the head above him shifted to expose
throat.
Leon cracked his eyes open, wincing
at the light cast by a dim oil lamp, and gazed longingly at the length of pale
throat bared to him. His eyes traced
fine blood vessels and he could feel saliva welling in his mouth. The dark head tilted a little further,
making the offer more clear.
Leon set his mouth to the wonderful
flesh like a starving man attacks bread, but with the reverence of a priest
taking communion.
Leon fell asleep suckling at a
mouthful of warm blood.

*

Leon blinked around himself, feeling dizzy and
disoriented and dreadfully weak. He
managed to force his eyes to focus only after several minutes.
He was reclining on a huge,
luxurious bed. The blankets were velvet
and satin, and the sheets were made of the finest silk; Leon spent long moments
fascinated by the way the sheer material pooled on his body, revealing
everything while concealing equally well.
Of course, that led to the belated discovery of his nudity, and Leon was
suddenly embarrassed. He looked for
signs of clothing, but his eyes couldn�t really pierce the darkness surrounding
the bed.
He listened hard for anyone else in
the room. It seemed there was no one,
and Leon was utterly unprepared for the wave of panic that swamped him at the
thought of having been left alone. He�d
never feared being alone before, according to his hazy memories; but right now,
he was terrified, and felt no little bit betrayed.
Leon gathered up the sheet,
wrapping it around himself to preserve his modesty, then swung his legs out of
bed. The moment his bare feet touched
the luxurious rug, he knew he was in trouble.
His legs wobbled dangerously, refusing to hold his weight, and he sank
down to the floor in an untidy sprawl.
He had to fight tears of fear and helplessness, his emotions running
unusually close to the surface.
After what seemed a long time, Leon
finally convinced his legs to obey him.
He rose like a new foal to his feet.
Knowing he probably ought to just lie back down, he nevertheless felt
compelled to search for�someone. He
tottered to the door, then proceeded down the dimly lit hall, leaning heavily
on the cold stone walls all the while.
After a while, the cold seemed to
leech his strength; he felt it acutely, chilling him to the marrows and the pit
of his belly. His stomach cramped with
hunger and he was terribly thirsty.
Still, he forced his feet to keep moving, carrying him God only knew
where.
He came upon a small study with its
door ajar and peered in. A man with
long, dark hair sat a dark wood desk, writing something. Something flashed through his memory, seeing
this man seated the same way on many long nights, plotting strategy and tactics
and patiently explaining them to him.
��Mathias�?� he croaked,
confused. Something was not right here,
though Leon didn�t know quite what.
Would Mathias know?
Mathias�s head jerked up. Shock, surprise, and dismay all fought for
dominance on his features as he stood from behind the desk. He came around to Leon, holding his arms
out. He was just in time; Leon�s legs
seemed to give out as soon as Mathias was close enough to catch him.
�Leon! You should not be out of bed!
You are far too weak to be up, right now.�
Leon shivered and clutched at
Mathias�s robes. �I was�scared. I woke up, and I was all alone, and I
couldn�t remember where I was, or why, and nothing was familiar, and I was so
cold, and hungry, and tired, and I thirst, and�� Leon buried his face in Mathias�s chest,
letting the tears of weariness and confusion come. He felt no shame crying before his old friend�Mathias had seen
him in far worse condition, and Leon in return had seen Mathias just as badly
off.
Sure enough, Mathias�s warm arms
came around him, holding him close.
�I�m sorry for leaving you alone, Leon.
I had to eat, myself, and I hoped to get some work done while you
slept. I had left a servant to watch,
should you show any sign of waking. Be
assured, he will be punished for his ineptitude.�
Leon shook his head. �I care not for that, right now. I�m just so tired��
Mathias led him over to a small
sofa near the fire. �Come, lay
back. Rest a while. Let me finish this missive, and I will take
you back to bed and get you fed.� He
draped a wonderful, soft blanket across Leon�s relaxed body, smiling tenderly at
him. Leon mustered a weak smile in
return, before falling into a lethargic doze.
The sound of Mathias�s quill scratching the paper he was working on, the
crackling fire, and the heavy weight of the blanket comforted him.
It was some time later when Leon
surfaced enough to be aware of Mathias carrying him, still bundled in the
blanket. Mathias was no weakling, but
it still seemed odd that he was able to lift Leon�s much heavier frame so
easily and stride so quickly down the hall with him.
Leon heard a chuckle, and realized
that, in his weakened state, he had voiced this thought aloud. He wrinkled his nose, appalled at his lack
of restraint, and heard Mathias teasing him gently about how adorable he was
when he made that sleepy face of frustration.
Suddenly, they were back in the
bedroom, and Leon was being laid carefully on the covers. Then, Mathias stripped him of the blanket
and sheet, presumably to tuck him under what was on the bed, but that wasn�t
what happened. Instead, inexplicably,
Mathias was stripping off his own clothes as well. When nude, the dark-haired man slid both of them under the
covers. Leon shuddered at the fantastic
sensation of their bare skin sliding together.
Mathias�s hands started playing
with his body, first with gentle caresses, but slowly evolving into more
sensual touches. Leon gasped as
Mathias�s sure hands found his crotch, rubbing.
�Ah, Mathias, what happened to,
ah! Eating? Oh!�
Mathias smiled at him. �This first; feeding later.�
Leon squirmed as another thought occurred
to him. He had not lain with Mathias
since the man had fallen in love with Elisabetha. He knew for a fact the man was devoted to his wife; even during
wars, he had never sought relief from any other, man or woman, peasant or
noble.
�Ma-Mathias, what about
Elisabetha?�
Mathias�s hands stilled
completely. He looked up at Leon with
frighteningly empty eyes, and a puzzled expression. �Elisabetha�?� He sat up
suddenly, and Leon had the urge to cover himself, but the sheets had gone with
Mathias. Mathias studied his face for a
long, jarring moment. �You don�t
remember,� he finally breathed.
�Elisabetha�died�a long time ago.
So did Sara,� he added as an afterthought.
Leon frowned. �Sara?� he asked, wracking his recalcitrant
memory for some clue about �Sara.� He
remembered only after long moments of giving himself a headache. �Oh!
Sara! I love her. I want to marry her.�
Mathias looked sympathetically down
at him. �It must be the illness. Leon, you did ask her to marry you, just as
you were home from the war�when I learned my Elisabetha had died. It was sudden. I was totally blindsided.
I took ill soon afterwards. I
fear I was not the friend I should have been to you during that time, but I
learned of a plot to carry Sara away, to capture you. I warned you, still from my sickbed, but still you went. You were injured and did not come home, even
as I grew well enough to come for you.
I managed to carry you away from that place, but of Sara, there was no
sign. It was nearly a month before you
were fully conscious again, and three more before you would speak. Only after a full year were you able to
summon the strength to tell me what had become of poor Sara.�
Leon stared at Mathias,
horrified. Sara was gone? And Elisabetha, one of the kindest, most
wonderful women he�d ever known; his best friend�s wife. How had he forgotten? Something so important, and he just forgot?
As if reading his mind, Mathias
placed his hand under Leon�s chin and forced him to meet his eyes. �Don�t.
Blaming yourself will not help.
You couldn�t do anything then, and you certainly can�t do anything
now. Ever since the incident, you�ve
been weak, sickly. You�ve been unwell
on and off ever since. That�s what this
is. The fever makes you forget what
hurts you so. I wish sometimes you were
not such a gentleman to always think of my vows to Elisabetha when we lay
together. I wish that the fact that I
was married were not nearly always the first thing you remember as the sickness
begins to lift. Then, I could give this
to you when you can be completely happy�no memories, no explanations to mar the
experience.�
Leon�s eyes darted into the dark,
unwilling to gaze into the deeper darkness of Mathias�s regard. �We have been�together�long?�
Mathias nodded, his long dark locks
tickling Leon�s belly. �We turned to
each other after what happened. I lost
the one who meant the most to me, then you were made to watch as your poor Sara
was�� He shook his head. �So we two old friends took to each others�
beds. Of course, while the Church may
turn a blind eye to what happens between its soldiers on Crusade, it gets
rather�sharp sighted when these things happen at home. We were excommunicated and sent from our
lands, our homes, and our relatives.
Fortunately, the Church never knew all of our assets. We sold most of what we didn�t really need,
and used all the money to furnish one of my old castles.�
Leon gazed solemnly at
Mathias. �So, we�re safe, then?�
Mathias shook his head
gravely. �Only if we stay inside the
castle. And because the castle is so
old, there are parts of it that aren�t safe, either, though not because of the
Church. I have to ask you, until you
get your memories back and can remember what places are safe, to please not
wander about. I�� Mathias hesitated,
and then met his eyes levelly. �I don�t
think I could bear it if I lost you, too.�
Leon smiled and raised a hand to
touch Mathias�s cheek. �Very well. I shan�t stray. Be easy.�
Mathias smiled and caught his hand,
placing a gentle kiss on the palm. �I
knew you would understand, though I am sorry to have to restrict you so
much. Perhaps when you feel a bit
better, I will show you a few of the nicer places.�
Leon smiled. �That sounds very nice, Mathias.�
Suddenly, Mathias leered at
him. �I know something that would sound
even better, right now. My name
tripping from your lips at the heights of passion. Think you�re up to it?�
Leon laughed and rubbed his again
interested penis against Mathias�s belly.
�What think you?�
Mathias reached between them to
catch the half-erect organ. �Hmm,� he
pretended to consider. �You�re getting
there, I think.� He gave Leon�s
hardness a firm stroke that left the blond gasping.
�Oh, no fair! Too much, Mathias! Ah!�
Mathias smiled. �Then I shall have to be gentler with you,
shan�t I?� He worked Leon slowly with
light touches, until he was writhing on the bed and praying Mathias would allow
him either release, or the distraction of touching him. He raised his hand to Mathias�s thigh, where
it could not be mistaken for any other type of touch. He knew Mathias liked having a lot of control in bed, and that
didn�t really bother him, but sometimes, he wished he could just reach out and
touch the other man as he pleased.
Ah, but Mathias allowed the touch,
even knowing it wasn�t just Leon scrabbling for purchase, and Leon was
grateful. He took Mathias�s erection in
his hand, rubbing gently at first, gauging how far along he was, then with more
firm and steady pressure. He listened,
delighted, to Mathias�s pleased gasp.
Those sounds motivating him, and the memory of all the other sounds he
could make firmly in mind, Leon set about driving the other man mad.
He started with a few firm strokes,
then began carding his fingers through Mathias�s pubic hair. Mathias had a nice, thick bed of curls
there, and Leon had always enjoyed the wiry texture of them. His own pubic hair was thinner, less curly,
much softer, and a deep gold color. The
difference was enough to keep him occupied for long stretches, but he knew
Mathias didn�t find it nearly so fascinating.
So, Leon moved on. He twirled a finger in the small pool of
sweat beginning to form in Mathias�s navel, then reached up to tweak the
dark-haired man�s nipples�another thing he himself was more into than Mathias
was. He was secretly hoping his lover
would take the hint, but he wasn�t hopeful.
Therefore, when Mathias bent his
head and sucked hard on his left nipple, a scream was startled out of him,
tapering into a groan. Leon desperately
tried to get his frantically pumping hips to slow down, and buried his nose in
Mathias�s luxurious chocolate hair.
As soon as he had himself back
under control, he repaid the favor by skipping to something Mathias really
liked. He slid his arms around his
lover�s back and began to knead the muscles in the small of his back. Mathias groaned and arched against his
hands, rubbing his drooling hardness against Leon�s thigh.
A moment later, Leon found himself
on his belly with that same impressive length grinding into his thighs from
behind. He shivered, suddenly recalling
the dream he�d had during the�well, presumably night, although Leon had no idea
what time it was. It disturbed him that
his subconscious mind could cast Mathias as a rapist in his dreams, or could
ever imagine him allowing someone�anyone�to force him. The most frightening bit had definitely been
the biting and blood drinking, though.
Of course, it was certainly just a dream; he wasn�t sore in any unusual
places, or even in the usual ones.
Still, the dream had put him off
being penetrated for now, and he struggled against Mathias. �No, uh, Mathias, no! Not like this. Not tonight, all right?
Please?�
Mathias sighed against his
shoulder. �But I want it. I want you.
Right now.�
Leon tried to turn over, but
discovered Mathias was holding him down.
God, he must be really sick to have slender Mathias pinning him
down. �Please, Mathias, I know you want
it, but I don�t. Not right
now. It would please me to do anything
else you want, but please�not that.�
Mathias growled dangerously in his
ear. �Not good enough.�
Leon suddenly felt Mathias�s
hardness pushing at his entrance, no lubricant, no stretching, and after Leon
had expressly told him he didn�t want it this way. He was horrified. This
was too much like the dream�maybe it was a dream�but it felt so real.
Then Mathias was forcing it in, and
he knew it was real. No dream ever hurt
so badly. He screamed in pain, fear,
and confusion, trying to escape the aching pressure. Tears welled in his eyes and his own flagging erection fled
entirely.
Flat on the bed as he was, he could
get no leverage; at least if he was on his hands and knees, he could have
dropped one end or the other to startle his assailant, and twist away or into a
strike. Flat with his legs only slightly
parted also meant he was very tight. As
Mathias began to thrust, Leon could feel him scraping along the walls of his
passage, tearing as he went. He could
practically feel Mathias�s length forced all the way up to the back of his
throat, then realized, no, it was just bile coming up. He tried frantically to keep from vomiting.
Eventually, in the face of such
agony and his own helplessness, Leon could do nothing more than lie there and
take it, sobbing through a larynx already screamed raw.
Mathias, most of the way through,
began making little soothing noises. As
soon as he did, Leon started fighting again.
A little crooning would not placate him! This was rape, and he was not about to give any kind of willing
gesture. Damn Mathias!
Just like in the dream, at the end,
Mathias bit into his throat. The
sensation was arousing, or would have been were he not near blind with the
agony of his torn sphincter. He
shuddered as he felt hot seed spray into him.
Leon couldn�t help the broken
whimper that escaped him when Mathias pulled out. He suddenly found himself flipped onto his back and staring up at
Mathias. His face was strangely sad as
he petted Leon�s face with an oddly gentle hand.
�Silly thing. You should have just given me what I wanted
in the first place. I would have been
gentle. You realize you gave me no
choice, don�t you? You don�t know it
yet, but you need this. I was trying to
make it easier for you, but you just would not be helped. Here.�
Mathias lifted his hand from Leon�s
face and tilted it to expose the pale flesh of his wrist. Leon found his eyes tracing the fine blood
vessels there covetously, then shook himself as he realized what he was
doing. He looked uneasily into
Mathias�s face. The other man seemed
pleased, really, and Leon noticed that the inner parts of his lips were stained
dark red.
�Go on, Leon, my dear, my
Childe. Take what you want!� The wrist was waved under his nose a moment,
before Mathias pressed the warm flesh firmly against Leon�s lips. Reflexively, Leon bit it, but drew back in
horror as his teeth broke the skin as easily as if it were the skin of an
apple, or a grape. He couldn�t help
swallowing the mouthful of blood that came up so immediately, but stared stupefied
at the flow of crimson fluid over Mathias�s wrist.
Mathias suddenly cuffed him. �Stupid Childe! Do not waste your Sire�s blood.
I only have to give you a trickle every night for a month, you know, and
you would live. But it would never even
come close to satisfying your craving.
Thus far, I have chosen to give you significantly more and more often,
but do not think you are entitled to it.
Now, drink.�
Leon couldn�t stop himself at the
order. He sank his teeth into the
proffered wrist, and sucked greedily at the wound. As he drank, he found the aching bite on the side of his throat
throbbed nicely, before fading to nothing.
The torn agony between his thighs also throbbed, but all the more
powerfully for the greater damage, and Leon moaned as the sensation aroused him
helplessly. Soon, even that injury was
gone, yet still Mathias let him feed.
It was like being filled to the brim with clear, powerful energy.
It was disgusting.
Leon had just remembered the name
for what he obviously was now, what Mathias was. He remembered vaguely how Sara died, remembered Walter, Death,
and Mathias himself in the castle in the Forest of Eternal Night.
Vampires.
Leon pulled away in tears,
recoiling from Mathias�s touch, flinching from his concerned voice. He had become what he hated, what he had
sworn to destroy. He wanted nothing so
much as to throw himself into the sun and burn away the horrid taint now upon
both his body and his soul. He wanted
to forget Mathias�s pretty lies, for though they were tempting, Leon knew he
would never have gone anywhere with this monster willingly.
Mathias pulled him close, forced
him against him, and cradled him all too tenderly in his arms. �Leon, I see it has come to you what has
happened. You are distressed, although
I cannot imagine why. You and I can be
together forever, now, without fear of the Church or the law. I have armies of servants at our beck and
call. We have eternity at our
fingertips. Surely, you can see what a
wondrous thing this is?�
Leon was silent, trembling in
Mathias�s tight grasp. Mathias�his
Sire�sighed.
�Leon, this childish behavior will
not gain you anything. You are my
Childe, and I am your Sire. All it
would take for me to secure your complete cooperation is an order and a little
bit of will power behind it. That is
the nature of the bond between Sire and Childe.
�But I intend to be good to you, my
sweet. I went to considerable effort to
have you, and I do not intend to ruin you now.
I tried to bring back my Elisabetha as well, but failed. It was nothing short of a miracle that you
have been returned to me, and I am most grateful.�
Mathias stroked his hair. �Because I have worked so long and hard to
have you, and because I know you are still disoriented from the change, I will
forgive your disobedience. You
certainly made up for your carelessness with my blood earlier. Remember that your Sire�s blood is more
precious than that of any silly mortal he might bring you. When food is plentiful, you may be as messy
or artistic as you wish with mortal blood.
Mine is a gift you would do well to appreciate deeply. Without it, you die.�
Mathias rose from the wide
bed. �You must still rest, my dear
Leon. I will send a servant to change
the sheets�I fear we have ruined them.
When I return, I expect you to have thought long and well on what I have
told you and for you to act appropriately to your station.�
�And�� Leon�s voice wavered
alarmingly and he had to swallow and fight to steady it. Mathias waited patiently. �And what is my station?�
Mathias again petted his hair,
trailing fingers down his cheek. Leon
was forced to bite back a sigh and an excited shiver. �You are my Childe, my favored Childe, my� mistress, if you will. I am obligated to raise you as best I may in
the vampiric ways�unless you prove too intractable�and in return, you must give
me what I want. Whatever I want. In this case, I want your companionship,
your intellect, your devotion, and sex.
Soon, you will grow to appreciate what I have given you.�
Mathias swept out of the room with
uncanny grace. Leon looked around
himself at the ruined finery that had been the bed. There was no longer any pain, but the drying blood smearing his
thighs reminded him that what had happened here had been utterly against his
will, and had most certainly been real.
Mathias�s strange tenderness was jarring when contrasted against the
horrific truth, setting Leon�s stomach to churning. He could still taste the blood in his mouth.
Leon crumpled into a tiny ball,
clutching a pillow to his face to muffle the sobs that clawed from his throat. He fell asleep before the servant came.
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