PART THREE- 23 Year old Alucard

							7

	I stood in front of my Mother's grave, holding the bundle of black roses in 
my hand. I gently put them down, and wiped a small spider web off of the 
tombstone and statue that I had put up. Over the past ten years, I guarded 
Mother's grave fiercely. I had run away from home, living in the graveyard 
after Father killed himself out of grief. I chuckled at the thought that my 
own father had killed himself- drove a silver dagger through his chest - 
when he'd just be resurrected by Uriel (Aka 'Death') and my 'Girlfriend', 
the Succubus. She had helped me when I ran away from home, despite that she 
was a demon and worked for Father. And yes, I admit it, I commited myself to 
her when I was fifteen years old. That'll look good on my record.

	But then again, she was the only friend I had; after Mother died, I became 
full of anger, and I started killing Humans out of rage, not caring who they 
were or if they were innocent or not. I became known as "The Dhampire," as 
no one knew my name, but knew I was the son of Dracula and Lisa Tepes. No 
one saw my face and lived to tell the tale.

	I looked down at the little gold locket that Jonathan's grandaughter had 
given me; it was strange, how I had almost killed her, yet she forgave me 
and offered me the trinket. I had kept it ever since.

	My hair had grown long, and it's current length almost reaches my hips, if 
not my tailbone, my skin had become a more pale color, my eyes a dull grey, 
and the angelic features of my Mother appeared within me... I looked more 
like a male angel rather than a killer. I hadn't seen the Belmonts since my 
Mother's execution, and I didn't want to... although I did consider seeing 
that girl again, just to see if she remembered me, but probably not, and 
Jonathan would kill me right on the spot. I wouldn't care though; I didn't 
deserve to live in this world. I knew that I was killing humans and 
sometimes I regretted breaking my Mother's word, but the taste of blood on 
my tongue and the feeling of it dripping from my fangs and mouth was like 
feeling and tasting revenge, and I loved it.

	I had also become a fighter, wielding a long sword with a silver blade 
forged by monsters beyond imagination. I gave no mercy unless given no 
choice, and I never gave up a battle.

	Walking away from Mother's tomb, I walked to Town. People had seen me, yes, 
just didn't know that I was The Dhampire. Most girls liked to flirt with me, 
yet they never won my heart. Not even the Succubus had, and I wondered what 
it felt like to actually feel the emotion of love; to be faithful to the one 
person you loved and no one else.

	Sitting down on a nearby bench, I looked down at the cobblestone road, 
interested in nothing in particular. I was clad in a normal man's attire: 
leather vest, silk shirt, wool pants, and pointed boots. The sidewalks 
weren't that crowded with people, and occasionally I would see a housewife 
or two beating the dust off of rugs, as the winds were heavy last night and 
had gotten dust and dirt into houses, and it was also bad for me because no 
one was outside that I could feed on, and I was hungry right now because of 
that.

	I ran my thumb along the edges of the locket that hung from my neck, 
memories of my Mother coming back into my mind. I missed her terribly, and I 
didn't want to believe that she was dead.

	Shaking the memory away, I sighed and stood up, walking to the outskirts of 
town and staring out at the huge field that sat just on the border of the 
Forest of Silence. That field was where the Belmont Residence subsided. I 
often spied there out of sheer boredom simply because, well, Undead are 
curious. If you don't like that, then tough.

	Jonathan Belmont had resigned from his place as a witch hunter and he and 
his grandchildren were living on his farm since a demon had killed 
Jonathan's daughter and son-in-law. (It wasn't me, seriously. I know better 
than to mess with the Belmonts)

	"Hello, Young Master..."

	I groaned, hearing the familiar voice of the Succubus enter my ears. I spun 
around to face her, "What do you want?"

	She was disguised in the form of a young woman, light brown hair, green 
eyes, and black lace dress. She cocked her head to one side, "Well, just 
seeing what you're doing that's all... no harm in that, right?"

	I hadn't told her, but over the years I was growing tired of her presence.

	"Not exactly," I murmured. She smiled, "Alright, then..."

	I ignored her and continued to look back at the field, but the Succubus 
spoke up, "I thought you'd want to know that Uriel and I are planning to 
resurrect your Father come the Full Moon this Saturday..."

	My eyes widened, and I spun around to face her, but she had disappeared. I 
gritted my teeth, "Damn."

	Swearing to myself, I took the form of a wolf and ran out onto the field, 
moving towards the house after my curiousity got the better of me, but 
quickly dashed behind a bush when the front door opened.

	I peeped out of a small hole in the branches, seeing the young woman step 
out. Belmont's granddaughter, no doubt. It was hard to believe in a way, 
however. She looked nothing like a Belmont. She was too...

	...Beautiful.

	Was this the same girl who had given me the locket? Who I almost KILLED?! I 
thought about that as she walked to the well, pulling up a bucket of water 
and carrying it back inside. I thought about her name when her Mother had 
pulled her away from me. "Sonia."

	Her blonde hair was tied back into a long braid that hung down to her 
waist. I know I was in wolf form, and dogs can't see color, but then again, 
I'm part Vampire and Human, so I CAN see color. I could clearly identify the 
color of the soft mint green cotton dress she was wearing.

	Shaking my head, I walked back to town where I took my human form again. 
Something then flashed in my mind; Belmonts had always fought Demons... and 
Father was coming back soon... would that mean that Jonathan's Granddaughter 
would be the new Vampire Hunter in Transylvania???

	I shook my head again and walked into the Graveyard where I hid out. I 
walked into the tomb I had taken residence in and sat on the lid of the new 
coffin I had bought a couple years ago. Vines of Black and dusty white 
roses, and dark green ivy had grown up along the sides of the tomb which I 
had planted myself.

	Falling back, I ignored the small jolt of pain in my head as it smacked 
against the bottom. I was hungry, my emotions and thoughts were mixed, and I 
was confused. The walls of the coffin were closed tight around me, reminding 
me of Mother's embrace, and I had even sprinkled the inside with the perfume 
Mother loved to wear. I know I'm a Mama's boy, so shut up.

	I tried to think straight. Should I attack the Belmont girl, try to find 
out what was going to happen with Father, or just sit back and let things 
unfold by themselves?

	I soon fell asleep as I thought, and although I dreamt nothing, it donned 
on me that I should help Sonia if she did end up to be the next hunter.