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Trigger Warning: Non con, obsession, paranoia, kidnapping, gaslighting, spit-lube, breeding, cockwarming (kinda), murder (mentioned), kissing
Your caravan had made a mistake. All of you were meant to be in a nearby village. If you had pushed through the lowering sun, you would have made it, but dark clouds had smothered the sun and the night creatures had awoken from their slumber early. The monsters had torn your friends apart like paper, biting into their exposed insides and licking out their corpses as if they were consuming filling from a pastry.
As far as you knew, you were the only survivor.
Cold mist bit at your skin as you headed deeper and deeper into the woods. Thick fog swelled and thrived, drowning you in cold. Your only choice now was to keep running and hope that God had mercy on you.
More fog and trees filled your vision. They were getting tighter, bushes swelling under your boots, their roots ripe for tripping. If you went down, you’d be eaten for sure. Torn into the same way a hungry dog tears into a helpless duck. Hot tears spilled down your cheeks. This was it. This was really it. Your whole life led to this moment: eaten by night creatures.
The thick fog and dense trees spread out, opening into a clearing with a monster at its center.
No, not a monster. A castle. A hideous, enormous castle. Ugly black spires twisted into walkways and wings. Sharp black points stood stark against the midnight sky, darker than black. Every child could weave stories of what they knew about Dracula: how he was evil and hungry and his castle was everything he hid from the world. His castle was every wicked thought, every untouched blade, every cruel whim. You could see that this belonged to the great devil himself: Dracula who remained unbothered for millennia until he began his war and died.
Perhaps this was a safe place to rest.
You were fighting exhaustion, the night creatures clicking their fearsome teeth behind you. But if you could just go a little faster, beat them up the ascending cliff of stairs… Maybe, just maybe, you’d find safe haven in a dead man’s home. Or perhaps, another nightmare. But you had to take the chance. A quick death being devoured by an attractive vampire was better than being torn apart by beasts.
You pounded your feet harder, the muscles straining as if they were ready to burst. It hurt. It hurt so much. Your chest was still burning and the bottoms of your feet were aching, but you were so close. Just a little more. Just a little—
The stairs felt like heaven under your worn boots. It felt like the smooth stone was pushing you forward, easing you up despite the protest in your legs. You couldn’t even hear the night creatures anymore. The blood pounding in your ears was a deafening roar, only growing louder as you reached for the castle doors. Just a bit more, just a little—
The doors swung open easily. The linoleum was slippery under your boots, sending you sliding across the floor. For a moment, you gasped for your breath on the floor until you heard the night creatures snarling as they climbed the stairs. You rushed to your feet, nearly falling again before you slammed the doors shut. A large wooden barricade fell into place. With a damning echo, you’d trapped yourself in Dracula’s castle. Away from the night creatures. With whatever nightmares remained.
A candleholder sat in the long, dark hallway. You quickly grabbed it and lit a match, lighting up the pitch dark hallway. Dracula’s castle. Who would have thought you’d end up here? The doors bulged and shook as the night creatures attacked, but you had a strong feeling you’d be fine as long as the barricade was in place. You wandered down the hall, examining oil paintings and dirty dishes, mostly wine glasses, as you passed.
The hallways caught your footsteps and threw them back at you. The air was deadly still, dust frozen in place just like the rest of the castle. You didn’t like the eerie sensation that sunk into your core. You’d find a quiet corner to spend the night and move on tomorrow, try to find your way. This castle had no room for the living.
This was a place that tangled ghosts and hoarded them. The sooner you left, the better.
You wandered down blackened hallways until a new light blended with yours. This light was brighter and fiercer, overpowering your candle. It was coming from a crack in a door. Curiously, you peeked through the door and stared at a young man sitting alone at a dining table. He was sitting alone, a mass of unkempt blond hair covered his back, his face in his hands. The smell of old booze, unwashed clothes, unbathed person, and soured foods ate at your nose. Your stomach curled and suddenly you found yourself saying, “Oh my God!”
The man jerked upward, the table and chair clattering loudly. He was standing in an instant, shouting, “Who’s there? You must have a death wish if you ignored the warnings outside.”
There was no point hiding now. Slowly, you eased open the door and stood with your hands in the air. “I’m sorry,” you said, “I wouldn’t have come in if I didn’t have to. I was being chased—-”
“Night creatures,” he interrupted.
“They ate my caravan.”
“What about your sword?” The man glared and you caught a glimpse of fangs in his mouth. Vampire. Now that you were looking at him, really looking at him, he was handsome. Or rather would have been if he’d bathed or looked like he took care of himself at all.
To answer his question, you slipped your sword, or rather what was left it, from its scabbard. It had been shattered before you’d been attacked. You’d actually been on your way to get it repaired, but as luck would have it, you were attacked the one time you’d really needed it. “I’m pretty decent at defending myself,” you said, “when my sword is in one piece.”
The vampire hmmed. “Stay the night. Leave during sun-up.”
That was fine with you, but you were curious about the castle. He must have been taking shelter, too, after all, he was alone in Dracula’s castle. If he’d have been part of the council of vampire lords, he would have been dead with the rest of them. “Are you hiding from them, too?”
He raised a brow.
“The night creatures. Dracula’s court is dead but his castle remains. You must have some serious balls to inhabit the place. It’s so creepy.”
Slowly the man replied. “You don’t know who I am?”
You shook your head.
“My name is Adrien Tepes. But humans have taken to calling me Alucard.”
“Okay.”
“Alucard? The reverse Dracula?”
“Wonderful.”
In a sharper tone, he said, “I am Dracula’s son.”
“Oh.” It all clicked into place. He wasn’t a squatter: he was all that was left of the most powerful vampire in Europe. This was his home and you’d just called it creepy. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to call your home—”
“Creepy?”
You agreed, “Creepy.” You entered the room, catching sight of two dolls on a shelf. Clearly handmade. For some reason, you felt even worse about calling his home creepy, though that didn’t actually make it less creepy. “Let me make it up to you. I’ll help you clean up the place, there’s enough dust that even a little fire could send this place up in a blaze.”
The vampire’s gaze softened. “I couldn’t ask that of you. I… should be alone. It’s better for you that way. Better for both of us. There are corpses outside for a reason.”
“Then at least let me make you dinner that isn’t mostly booze.”
“First you insult my home and then my cooking…” His face soured but Alucard sighed. “Fine. Do what you please, just don’t make a mess. I would prefer my home didn’t burn if the dust is as you say.”
“And maybe,” you said gently, “take a bath while I work? I don’t think you know how much you, uh…”
His cheeks darkened and he quickly turned his face away. “I smell?”
“Very much so.”
“Perhaps then,” Alucard said slowly, “I’ll take your suggestion.”
Relief swept through you. “You won’t regret it!”
There wasn’t much to work within Alucard’s kitchen, but you made do with herbs, spices, and dried meat you found in the pantry. With just a touch of wine in the pan to make the meat a little sweater and a little less tough, you felt a sense of pride. Perhaps with enough wine and herbs, you could make this place livable again. The thought came to you before you could shoot it down: after all, you weren’t planning to stay.
Alucard soon returned, clean but still messy. At least he didn’t smell anymore. The two of you sat down to eat. You had expected it to be awkward, but oddly, you found his presence comforting. The castle was still creepy, and the night creatures were likely still stalking the grounds outside, but here with Alucard, it was like none of that mattered. Perhaps it had been too long since you shared a meal with someone that wasn’t half a skunk leg burnt to a crisp. And perhaps, he felt the same way.
When the two of you had finished, Alucard said, “I’ll show you where you can stay tonight. It’s close to my own chambers. If you need something, just call. I’ll hear.”
“Thank you.”
Alucard led you through the blackened hallways with a candle in hand. His voice was quiet as he weaved lore of what lay sleeping in his father’s castle. Once upon a time, this had been a place of science and innovation—an immortal with too much time on his hands—until he fell in love. Alucard, as it turned out, was only half-vampire.
He led you toward the wing of the castle containing the bedrooms and you paused outside of what appeared to be a destroyed child’s room. It looked like it had been a tomb before, a testament left to someone who was dearly missed—until it had been wrecked entirely. The room reeked of ash and blood.
While the rest of the castle felt hungry enough to swallow you whole, the bedroom felt like sorrow. It was a tragedy and a comfort. There had been love here once. Dracula’s castle, you understood, wasn’t creepy because it belonged to a monster, it was creepy because it belonged to a man with nothing left to love: and now his abandoned son haunted the halls.
Alucard caught you looking.
“That was mine,” he said, stopping. “My childhood bedroom.”
You didn’t tell him looking at it made you sad, but Alucard closed the door as if you had.
“This is where you’ll be staying.” He gestured to a large bedroom with a canopy bed and bare, dusty, furniture. “Call if you need anything.”
Hesitantly, you asked, “Alucard, how long have you been alone in this castle?”
His jaw twitched like he knew the answer down to the minute, but Alucard simply wished you goodnight and blew out the candle, leaving you in the darkness. No wonder the castle reeked of sadness. Alucard was living in his father’s tomb, with no motivation to do anything but become one of the ghosts that haunted this place.
Tomorrow, you thought, you’d help him clean. Open a fucking window. Something. Anything to drive out the living sorrow in the shadows. It’s what you’d want someone to do for you.
With that thought, you climbed into the enormous, dusty bed.
***
You were too anxious to do anything more than sleep in fits, so when the sun rose, so did you. You pulled back your hair, washed yourself in the basin in the room, and got to work: throwing open high windows and letting sunlight touch the ghostly floors, dusting off every object you could get your hands on (the cobwebs on the ceiling would have to be taken care of some other time), and even managed to unclog the upstairs toilet. A very productive morning if you said so yourself—granted all the work you did was on the upstairs floor of the bedroom wing. If you estimated the rest of the home, in comparison, you’d done about ten percent of the work needed to restore the castle.
Well, a start was a start. You opened windows and blinds as you made your way back to the kitchen to start breakfast. You hadn’t gotten very far when Alucard slipped into the room. “You’re still here.”
You probably should have thought of a proper excuse. You set down the pan you’d grabbed and turned to meet Alucard’s gaze head-on. “I know I’ve only been here a night, but I can tell that you’re sad. The wine, the dust, the dolls that clearly aren’t from your childhood bedroom… You’re sad, mourning.” You took a step toward him. “This place has become your tomb, but you’re still alive. I think you’re ashamed of your father, but Alucard, you’re entitled to your feelings. Parents don’t have to be heroes for you to mourn them.”
“You don’t know what my father’s done,” Alucard hissed.
“Everyone in the world knows what your father did,” you replied, “but he’s still your father. We don’t have to talk about this anymore, but at least have some breakfast.”
The two of you sat in companionable silence once more. You assumed he wouldn’t speak like the night before, but to your surprise, Alucard said, “Thank you. For telling me that I smell… I wouldn’t have… I wouldn’t have known unless you said something.”
A grin broke out on your face. “It’s calling caring, and it’s my pleasure.”
The edge of a smile tugged on his lips. “Perhaps it would be best for both of us if you stayed a bit longer. Just enough time to help me get this place back in order. You don’t have to if you don’t want to. Your choice.”
“Alucard, I would be honored.”
For what felt like a year, you helped Alucard clean the castle from top to bottom. The cobwebs were gone, magical plumbing repaired (although Alucard keeps insisting it’s science), windows cleaned with fresh sunlight filling the castle with warmth. This, this was what Dracula’s castle was supposed to be like. This had been a home once to a family, full of love and curiosity, and joy. It was beautiful.
And so was Alucard. He was like a rose, covered in thorns, but once the petals unfurled, you saw that his otherworldly beauty was more than his looks. His heart was made of gold, the gentle way he teased you and learned to make you laugh. He knew all your favorites and clung to every word you said. It was easy to get lost in him, to take his hand and playfully dance through streams of sunlight, the only music the hum on your lips. He once told you a friend of his had said, “No one felt lonely in his home” and that was how he felt with you. Something a little more than friendship was blossoming.
But something hungry was growing, too. You’d started to notice the way Alucard watched you when he thought you weren’t looking. You’d attributed the sharp predatory gleam in his eye to his vampiric nature. The way he watched you bend over while gathering wild nuts and berries, how he licked his lips when you fanned yourself with your shirt. He clung to your side, never letting you out of his sight unless you needed to use the bathroom or it was time to sleep. But considering how often you felt watched when you were alone… you were beginning to suspect that Alucard had forgotten what privacy was, he’d certainly forgotten about personal space.
You’d also begun to notice that the number of fresh bodies on stakes outside were growing. When you’d confronted Alucard about it, he’d said they were the same and you shouldn’t be worrying about corpses anyways: there was nothing you could do for the dead. “Besides,” Alucard had insisted, “your sword is broken. Someone has to protect you.”
Perhaps this wouldn’t have been an issue if one of the corpses hadn’t reminded you: it wasn’t just your sword that you’d been taking to fix. Your only family left in this world was in that village. They must think you were dead, ripped to shreds by a night creature, or become prey for a vampire. You needed to get back for a night, just let them know you were okay and maybe actually get your sword fixed. Something told you you’d need it soon.
“Alucard,” you said during dinner that night, “I think it’s time I go. Just for a few days! I don’t want to leave you. I love living here with you, but… My family doesn’t know I’m alive and I never did get my sword fixed. I think it would be good for both of us, just a few days apart. I mean, the village isn’t even that far—”
Alucard’s wine glass shattered in his hand, though his face remained blank. You’d jerked upright at the sound, heart pounding in your chest. He’d never reacted like this before. “You want to leave?”
“It would just be a few days. I promise—”
“You’d leave me? Abandon me just like they did?” Alucard slammed his palm into the table, his carefully blank face breaking into a rage. “You’re the one who said I shouldn’t be alone.”
You hadn’t expected a reaction like this from him. In fact, you’d expected him to be understanding, maybe even offer to come with. Not this. You two needed time apart more than you’d realized. Tonight, you decided, you’d sneak out.
“I’m sorry,” Alucard quickly said, “I didn’t mean to yell. Why don’t we send a letter tomorrow? I’m sure we could find a lost messenger bird to send the message.”
“Sure,” you lied, “tomorrow.”
***
You waited until you thought Alucard was asleep to sneak out. You didn’t bother to pack a bag or take anything other than your broken sword—time was of the essence and Alucard had sharp ears.
Channeling the ghosts of Dracula’s castle, you stealthily crept through the halls, praying Alucard was in a deep, deep sleep. But you couldn’t fool yourself, you knew he’d be awake, listening for your footsteps. You’d practically given yourself away at dinner.
“I don’t think there’s a point in skulking.” Alucard’s hiss sliced through the silence. He stepped from the shadows, still dressed from the day.
You shouldn’t have been surprised. He was a vampire, after all. There was no point pretending. “Please, just let me go, just for the night. I miss my family.”
Like a serene lake ravaged by a stone, Alucard’s face wrinkled into a snarl, “I’m your family.”
“Alucard—”
Still snarling he said, “How about we strike a bargain: your kind always seemed to like those. If you can beat me to the foyer, you’re free to leave and never come back. Just like you want.”
Despite already knowing the answer you asked, “And if I don’t?”
“You’re mine.”
It would have been better to stay and talk this out, but something was deeply wrong with Alucard, something ugly and old that lurked just beneath a beautiful mask. If you’d just had more time, you could have fixed him, repaired all the brokenness in his heart with human kindness and unconditional love. Recovery was so close for Alucard, but there was no time anymore. He would be lost forever if you left. You didn’t want to, you really didn’t, but you ran.
While most of the castle was still a mystery for you, you knew your way to the foyer and kitchen easily. So you ran and ran.
Behind you, Alucard was silent as night.
He was a powerful dhampir, you knew that from the tales he spun with the last Belmont and adventurous Speaker, but you couldn’t hear or even feel him behind you. Was he giving you a head start? That wasn’t like him to play with you. Alucard wanted you at his side, he wouldn’t let you go unless… did he want you to win? Regardless, you were back in the same situation that had landed you here: running from monsters with a broken sword. You’d done it before and you could do it again.
You glided down the stairs and past the kitchen, the only sound your heavy breaths and pounding footsteps. You should have realized something was wrong. Running or chasing, people made noise. But Alucard wasn’t people. He was a vampire, a monster designed to hunt and kill. You should have understood the moment Alucard proposed the challenge that you were prey.
Maybe that’s why you didn’t cry when you saw him waiting for you in front of the foyer, why despite how important it was that you escaped, that you felt no devastation knowing you’d lost. He didn’t look like he’d broken a sweat, his blond curls just as they’d been when he’d issued this challenge.
But you didn’t stop running. You pushed on harder than before, aiming to dive around him, but Alucard easily caught you on his arm, slamming you down into the floor hard enough to make your teeth sing. Bones buckled and bruised as you collided with the floor. You gasped for breath, clutching at your winded stomach as Alucard sunk down on top of you.
His weight was damning and heavy, pinning you beneath him. You were at his mercy. Predator has caught his prey. Alucard’s earlier sneer rippled across his placid face, his voice rough as he hissed, “You find me a wounded shadow of a man, bring light to me, and then assume I’ll let you take it away again.” His pale hands trailed down your body, feeling every curve and groping every soft collection of fat he could find, fingers deft with anger. His blond hair consumed your vision, making only him visible. Those golden eyes of his shone with rage and hunger and need as he growled, “You’re mine. You’re not leaving."
Your insides twisted. "Alucard—”
He slammed his mouth onto yours, long tongue filling your mouth, predatory fangs tugging at your skin. His teeth scraped against yours, determined and invasive as he sucked your tongue into his mouth, allowing himself to dive deeper into yours. His tongue was rough and cruel as he filled your mouth, feeling every soft muscle, hard gum, and smooth tooth. It was like it was trying to consume you.
Alucard broke the kiss, his hands worked your shirt off, nearly tearing it, the moment he was able to kiss you again, he dove back in. Those debt fingers snuck into your pants, pulling them off with a stomach-turning flick. He was more than just a hunter in his hunger, he was a predator in lust, too. It didn’t matter how much you tore at him, pulled his hair, or kicked—Alucard was bigger and stronger than you. He was a starving predator and you were mouth-watering prey.
His hips rocked into your stomach in time with his invasive tongue, his manhood swelling in his tight pants. The heat of his cock called to your insides, your core tightening as if it understood what would soon be filling it.
Alucard pulled back, saliva connecting your mouth with his. His golden eyes were dark, pupils swollen on his lust drunk face. Without a drop of blood on his face, Alucard managed to look more like a vampire than you’d ever seen him. “There are a million ways I can keep you here with me,” he panted. “I can break your legs, take your arms, solder the doors shut.” You shivered underneath him and the feral gleam in his eyes softened. “But I’ll be merciful. We’ll be tied by something pure. His hands trailed back to your face, gently rubbing your cheeks and wiping under your eyes. “I’ll make you bare my children over and over again.” He leaned in to kiss your cheek, still rocking his hips, the tip of his cock catching on your belly button. “We’ll be as happy as my parents, happier than my friends. Won’t that be nice? You, me, and a castle overflowing with our brood."
Every muscle in your body was shaking. "Children aren’t going to make us happy!” You shrieked, finally understanding the weight of what he was going to do to you.
You swiped at his face, but Alucard caught your hand, giving your palm a gentle kiss as if the grip he had on your wrist wasn’t painful. Those lust drunk eyes focused on you, that feral glean appearing once more. “There’s only one way to find out.” Alucard readjusted himself, wrapping your legs around his hips and letting you feel the full extent of his erection. “I wanted to do this gently, you know.” His strong hands ripped apart your bottoms, leaving you exposed. “I wanted to worship every inch of your skin, tell you how happy you made me. I wanted this, our first time together, to be gentle and soft with all the preparation you needed to take me—I would have been delighted to memorize every inch of your womanhood with my tongue. But now… Now I have to hurt you."
Alucard removed himself from his pants, before licking his palm and spreading it over his fully erect length. He did it one more time before pushing the head of his cock against your entrance. "It’s okay to scream,” he said, “I’m the only one who can hear you.” He pushed in stretching your unprepared folds.
You grabbed onto his coat, shrieking as his cock felt like it was tearing you open, filling you past full. He ignored your cries, pushing in and in and in until you felt his head push against your cervix. Then he kept pushing until his balls were plush against your ass, twitching with anticipation.
Alucard groaned softly at your tightness. He wrapped his arms behind your back, lifting you up before standing. Each step he took bounced you on his cock, just enough to spark pleasure in your core. You felt your insides becoming drenched with each step as if your body had already accepted what was going to happen.
Alucard stalked toward his room unaffected by your tight cunt. All you could do was cling to him as the foyer vanished from view with each bounce on his cock. Alucard kept walking. He climbed the stairs, breezed through hallways back to the bedrooms. He passed your room and opened the door to his.
It was nearly identical to yours, save for the smell of blood and sweat. Between the pillows was a doll of you you hadn’t seen him make, semen staining the underside of the plushie as if he'd—
Alucard let you fall back on the bed, holding onto your legs so your lower body remained anchored to him. Those golden eyes had been swallowed by a black abyss of need. He bucked his hips once, testing your reaction.
Your toes curled, core tightening as what had previously been painful suddenly filled you with electric pleasure, even though you were still uncomfortable. You gasped, clinging to his coat as you tried to keep yourself in check, but Alucard was already moving, hips meeting yours with every deep, full, thrust.
“Forgive me if I’m clumsy,” Alucard’s voice was a low rumble, barely contained ferocity wrapped in velvet-smooth hunger, “the last party that I enjoyed was my first and they’re staked outside."
He didn’t give you any time to unpack that statement, thrusting his hips again, deeper and deeper until you thought the head of his cock would poke through your stomach.
Pleasure made your head fizzy, your vision becoming blurred as your body tried to assume its natural instincts as prey.
"We were supposed to learn each other together.” A long finger snuck between your plump pussy lips, pushing on your delicate clit until your insides spasmed. Regardless of how you felt, your body was responding to Alucard’s fingers like a puppet on strings. Each twitch, tug, and pull of his fingers had you right where he wanted. The edge of his mouth quirked up into a smirk. “Your body is so honest, unlike your mouth.” Alucard leaned into you, his face a deranged reflection of the primal, predatory, hunger inside of him. “Now let’s see how long it takes for this mouth to match the body.” His teeth caught the bottom of your lip, tugging it roughly before letting it go.
“Alucard, please, we can talk about this!” Your eyes met his. “Please, let’s just talk.”
He didn’t respond, burying his face in your neck. His hot breath fanned your neck in rapid succession, matching his rough thrusts. Sharp teeth teased your skin, roaming down your collarbone. Alucard let go of your hips, pulling your hands off his coat to tangle his fingers between yours, bringing them up above your head, forcing you to ground yourself on him.
“You’re twitching around me,” he gasped, his deep voice rumbling into you, “so tight.” His hips picked up their pace, slamming harder and rougher into your sloppy cunt. “It’s like you were made for me. Your heat… I want to stay in your heat forever.” Alucard inhaled your sent, his grip on you tightening. “If there is a god, I feel you are the only mercy he has ever granted me.”
Your core was tightening, getting dangerously close to an end you didn’t want. You couldn’t cum, not when Alucard was forcing you to stay with him, but it was like he knew you inside and out. Each full thrust of his cock had sparks igniting in your core, those plush lips made goosebumps break out on your skin—even his heat was enough to make you shiver. You were tangled in Alucard and no matter how paranoid and cruel he was, there was a part of you that couldn’t deny that you’d already fallen in love with him.
Alucard trailed kisses down your temple to your cheeks, gasping beside your ear when your insides twitched, sucking at him harder. “I can’t hold out for much longer, angel.” He exalted over your ear, making goosebumps ghost down your skin. “I’m going to try and cum as deep as I can. Our life together is about to start.”
“Alucard,” you whined, “please, just stop for a seco—” Your voice broke into a cry when Alucard bit at your ear, gently tugging as he breeding your cunt.
He let go to grunt, “C-cumming.” Before you could protest, Alucard came, his heat exploding in your tight cunt. It felt like it was filling you up, consuming you from the inside out with its potent thickness.
You gasped, trying to push him off, but your body was responding naturally to seed. Your tight core snapped, release flooding through your system. All you could do was squeeze Alucard’s hands as you came, gasping and moaning.
“What a good girl,” Alucard purred. He kissed your cheeks again. “I’ll take good care of you when you’re swollen with my seed. You’ll look so pretty unable to move, only able to rely on me.” He kissed your lips this time, gentle as he remained deep inside your cunt. “With this, we’re now husband and wife.”