Chapter 1
The clouds gathered as lights of purple and red lit up the night sky. The water pouring from the sky as if it was blood coming from a soaked cloth. In the middle of it all a young girl weeping softly. it looked as if the tears scurrying down her face were black as night.as the sky roared, footsteps started to pound in the water.
A man approached her and said; “ma’am are you alright”.
She responded softly “no, but it’s not a big deal”
Shortly after hearing her response the man looked at her and went to lean in to hug her in hopes it would comfort her she looked at him and realized he looked extremely familiar or so it seemed.
She asked quietly “may I know your name”. He sat right up and said; “my name is Elijah Lector, now may I know yours.”
She said ;“my name is Balorvia Archer”. She then quickly got up and started running through the lake sized puddles of water. Above her the sky illuminated like someone had just cast a white flame onto gasoline. He started to watch her run away with sombering eyes. As she was running she suddenly began thinking who was that man, why is it I can only remember my name. As she came to a stop she noticed a white flicker of light behind a memory. In her memory she saw a tavern she was in only a week prior. There she sat peering around the room, and it was then she saw him a man who stood there tall and in which resembled Elijah. She noticed that he had very similar facial features and a body type. Shadowing him a woman who seemed to be contorting . As the blood was rushing through her veins her heart pounded she was pondering in her thoughts and looking into the past when all of a suddenly felt a quick tug on her arm causing her to whip around like a horses tail . Balorvia looked up and stared at the mans face closely inching closer to one another until they almost made contact with one another the second he touched she felt his ice cold hands on her warm soft skin she snapped out and back into reality. She screeched like a banshee and started running she noticed a old broken down mansion. As Balorvia dashed in she saw to long corridor stairs she began race up looking for a place to take refuge. She looked to her right and saw a shelf but it looked to be swung open like a door. It took her not even a second to get in and close it behind her. Using a lighter she had found in her pocket she had seen a couple of candles and decided to light them so she could see around the dark room. Staying attentive to her surroundings she began to search the room looking for a way to escape quickly. Unfortunately she didn’t find anything so she peeked her head out just enough to see if he had followed her. She saw him storm in the building and behind him another memory . Back at the tavern she had seen before , she happened to notice three young girls that were probably six or seven. She remembered the long braids that fell down their backs and how their red and purple velvet gowns hugged their small figures. As she watched them she remembered someone had smacked her in the head with an old large book that had started to fall apart from the impact. She suddenly came to realize that the same spot she had been smacked was bleeding profusely . How and why is this happening to me she thought silently .suddenly another memory chimed in , she had just awoke from being knocked out the night before.and she finally did come to her senses she noticed two dark beings attached to her one at her wrist and one at her neck she tried to scream but to her disadvantage there was something in her mouth so she couldn’t even squeal. The two dark beings looked up from where they were. The dark human looking creature looked up before the other and as his face arose she saw and studied every feature about him ,with his lips stained red like a fresh picked cherry his dark purple eyes and his hair black like a ravens feathers. As her eyes gazed at him they went down to find his skin pale like fresh snow and she noticed he was shirtless , his chest perfectly toned as if an artist had freshly chiseled it he seemed to be wearing black pants.suddenly she looked back up to see the other he on the other hand was very muscular and he seemed very frightening unlike the first this one had silver almost white hair his eyes green as if someone had just shined and clean a perfectly cut emerald. He looked at her and watched as a single tear of fear run along her cheek. He removed the leather that had which been placed in her mouth. Every part of her wanted to scream and cry for help,but she knew no good would come from it ,so instead she sat there and watched them stare at her.the man with the purple eyes stepped in front of her although this one was wearing a shirt it was so tight on him the seams were starting to give out .
Suddenly he started to speak he said “my name is Azazeal,and that is my younger brother Alucard” .
The two men stepped back so they were both in front of her and both said “she is very pretty”
Not a moment after Azazeal leaned over and grabbed the arms of the chair that she had been tied to and whispered in her ear “you're not going anywhere you belong to me”
As he stood back up her eyes opened wider than thought to be possible and asked him softly “please let me go”
He looked at her in disbelief and said “hell no,are you mad, you honestly think i’m gonna let a monamic witch go.”
Her jaw suddenly dropped as she froze . “ im not a witch i am a normal girl with a normal life.”
He looked at her and grinned and let out a chuckle as he walked out saying you really don’t know do you?”
He and his brother left soon enough after that leaving her alone to wonder what is a monamic witch
