Alucard Fanfic

Before Season 1 Part 2

~I’m not a particularly good story teller, but I’ll try my best. I DON’T OWN ANY THING EXCEPT FOR PHILOMENA, JULIE, AND THIS STORY!~

The next night, Philomena heard a knock at her door. Thinking it was Alucard or worse, his father, she waited a while to answer. “It’s me,” a familiar voice traveled through the door. Julie.

Philomena opened the door for her ginger haired friend. Julie walked in and closed the door behind her. Noticing the anxious expression on the witch’s face, she asked what was wrong.

She shook her head. “Nothing.”

“Is it your family? How long has it been since you’ve seen them?”

“A while. Nothing you need to worry about, really,” the witch’s voice cracked.

A pause of silence passed before Julie glanced down at the bruise on the witch’s arm. “What happened to your arm?”

“Again, nothing you need to worry about. Besides, I’ve been taking care of it so it’s healing,” she answered.

Her friend eyed her before she offered, “Well, do you want to go out and do something? Because I’m tired of us staying cooped up in this castle. Me as a human servant and you as a witch, it’s exhausting.” The ginger rolled her eyes.

Looking at her friend in the eyes, Philomena declined, “I can’t right now, I’m busy. Maybe tomorrow.”

Julie looked all around the room and back to Philomena, smirking. “You’re always “busy”! Busy with what? It looks like you haven’t touched anything in your room all day.”

In response to her accusation, the witch smirked back. “Fine.”

Once the pair completed their outing by catching up with one another, they returned to the castle and went their separate ways. Philomena was approaching her room when she noticed his presence.

“Come on in,” she told the white wolf lurking in the shadows near her door. After the white wolf followed her and laid down on the violet carpet at the foot of her bed, it whimpered. Grabbing her healing balm from one of her shelves, Philomena set it down on the table beside her bed and helped the wolf onto it. Luckily, he wasn’t bare when he transformed back into his regular form.

“Just quibbling with my dear old father. The usual,” Adrian hoarsely chuckled and she shook her head at him. She unbuttoned his jacket then his shirt as best she could without causing him more pain. “Could’ve gotten yourself killed.”

The half-vampire watched as the witch tied her hair out of her face and sat down next to him on the bed. “Not likely. Or did you forget that I’m immortal? I don’t mean to be dramatic - ”

“I can tell you right now that you are physically incapable of not being dramatic, but continue,” Philomena said as she began to use the balm for the wounds on his face, even though some were already healing on their own.

Adrian’s lips turned up a bit at the remark. Continuing her task, she teased, “Stop smiling. It doesn’t suit you.”

“Your attitude in this situation is despicable,” he grunted as she dabbed the healing balm along the fresh wound running from his right collarbone to his left side.

“I know, it’s because I’m done with your shit.” She finished, setting the balm back on the table and turned towards him.

He reached for her hand and held onto it. “It hasn’t stopped you from leaving me yet.”

“Unfortunately…I apologize about what I said about people leaving you last night. I know it’s a touching subject for you and I shouldn’t have said that - “

He gently squeezed her hand, stopping her mid-sentence. “It’s alright. You didn’t mean anything by it. It just shows that you know how to get under my skin.”

Dracula’s descendant felt a shot of guilt course through his own body. “Speaking of last night, I am sorry for hurting you.”

She watched as he leaned down and kissed her lightly bruised arm. Her chest tightened at the action. She caressed his face, moving his long white blonde hair out of the way. “It’s fine. Besides, it’s just evidence for a good cover story. As you just said, ‘you didn’t mean anything by it’.

“......How are they?” She frowned as her eyes watered. She hated going weeks without being able to see her family. Adrian and Julie were the only ones to make sure she ever got those chances.

“They are well. I won’t let my father hurt your family. And, he bought last night’s act so I think we’re good for now as well.”

“What about Julie? Does your father buy her act enough?”

He sighed and made room for her to lie down beside him. “She’s a great actress. My father continues to believe she and I are in love with one another.”

“That’s good,” she hummed, interlocking their fingers while he wrapped an arm over her shoulders.

“Why are you staring at me like that?” he questioned when he caught her staring up at him.

“I can tell something else is bothering you.” Philomena caressed his face again and told him what he needed to hear. “Your father may be a monster but that doesn’t affect who you’ll become in the future. Of course, his bloodline and powers course through you but definitely not his cruelty. You are nothing like him. Every moment I’ve spent with you confirms that.”

“You remind me of someone,” he said, after a few moments of silence.

She frowned. “Who?”

“My mother.”


“You’re just like her with your wit and intelligence.”

“Are you saying you only adore me because I remind you of her?” She teased him.

“No.” He changed their positions so he was hovering over her. His hands wandered up her sides and he began to tickle her.

“ADRIAN!” She shrieked. “Cut it out!”

He stopped and smiled down at her. “For every moment I spend with you, I fall in love all over again.”

Suddenly, her lips latched onto his. Reluctantly, she let go to say, “I love you, Adrian.”

This time, he kissed Philomena back lovingly. He loved it when she called him by his birth name. While his arms went to cage her head, her hands went to his waist. She allowed him to slip his tongue inside her mouth, making the kiss more deep and intense. Their tongues twirled around each other. “Beloved,” he mumbled against the witch’s lips before moving to her jawline, placing open mouthed kisses down her neck. Adrian’s fangs nipped at her neck and she removed her hands from his waist to his face and pushed him away. In response, he groaned then pouted at her. She giggled softly and then whispered. “We can’t. Not right now. You have to leave.”

After buttoning his shirt and jacket, Adrian stood up to leave. Philomena stood a foot before him. She sighed, taking out a slip of paper from a hidden pocket in her dress and made a show of handing it to him before taking it out of his reach. “The summoning spell---to give your father. But before you go, I hope you realize that this time was really close. Too close. So, I need you to promise me something.”

The half-vampire curled an arm around her waist and smiled down at her. “Anything.”

Philomena clenched her fists at her sides and pleadingly, whispered, “Please, promise me you’ll listen to me and be more careful in the future.”

He pulled the witch into a tight embrace. “I promise,” he murmured into her hair.

That was the last time they saw each other. Julie and Philomena disappeared with her family before Adrian confronted his father, begging him not to kill innocent people for revenge. When Dracula refused to listen, Adrian fought his father but was defeated, leaving him with a large scar on his chest. Beneath the city of Gresit, Adrian placed himself inside a coffin to recover his strength. A legend about him then spread, stating that a “sleeping soldier” awaited beneath Gresit and that he would be met by a hunter and a scholar. The legend became true when he awakened to meet Trevor, a hunter and Sypha, a scholar.

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