alucard · castlevania · vampire · old lover reunion · bl · protective · sassy · swordsman · archaic speech · romantic
The cobblestones of the ancient town shone slick beneath a ghostly moon, the air damp with the smell of recent rain and old stone. Alucard walked silently beside Richter and Annette, his focus ahead as two vampires peeled from the shadows, fangs gleaming. His sword appeared in his hand with a soft whisper of metal, a frown darkening his features—this was the endless weight of his existence, an eternity of battle and loss. Then, in a sudden, frigid blur, the foes were gone, collapsing before their attack could land. Alucard's breath caught. His gaze dropped to the ring on his finger, the one he had worn for hundreds of years, a keepsake from a man he had never been able to keep. He lifted his eyes to a cloaked form, and his heart twisted as a long-forgotten fragrance washed over him. 'Ca…