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To Challenge The Flow Of Fate PT. 7

An Adrian Tepes (Alucard) x Reader Story

Warnings: Explicit Language, Violence, Canon-Character Death Author’s Note: I’m a bit peeved that PT. 7 didn’t make me hit 20K. I was literally 359 words from 20K. Maybe next time! Enjoy! -Thorne

Her brother sent a glance back at them as they stepped into the room. “The staircase is a wreck.” Their gazes directed upwards and he added, “We’re not getting up there without ropes. Start looking.” Trevor picked up his sword and glanced up muttering, “Damn…this is gonna be hard.” (Y/N) grunted, eyeing the shattered staircase.

“That’s an understatement if I’ve ever heard one.” The formation of ice sounded in their ears and they looked down, seeing a platform of it beneath their feet. Sypha raised her hands, quipping,

“We don’t need ropes.” She put her hands together. “Here we go!” The ice jolted as it began to rise, and (Y/N) stumbled forward a bit when a hand reached out to steady here. She glanced at Adrian and nodded.

“Thanks.” He gave her a nod in return, removing his hand, and the two fell into silence. After a moment, he murmured,

“Are you alright?” When she gave him a curious expression, he said, “I can hear your heart pounding.” (Y/N) flashed him a weary look and whispered,

“So is yours.” A troubled smile crossed his lips momentarily before it fell back into a frown. The rest of the ride up was silent between them until red flashed in her vision, and she looked over, eyes widening at the crimson moon. “…Dear god…what…how…” Adrian scowled at the moon.

“My father’s power.” The platform stopped, and they hopped onto the land across, watching as Sypha threw the pillar into the forest. When she realized they were staring at her, she flushed and confessed,

“Well, I didn’t want to leave it in there to melt and ruin all your beautiful books.” Adrian picked up his foot, staring at the bottom of his boot.

“It seems damp enough out here as it is.” Sypha pointed up.

“Oh! But look!” They turned, staring at the castle, and Trevor complimented,

“You did it Sypha.” She nodded.

“Yes but…seeing it is something else entirely. I’m pretty good, right?” The siblings nodded.

“You’re the best.” His face turned solemn and he glanced at Adrian. “Alucard, are you ready for this?” The vampire’s face didn’t change as he tilted his head down and muttered,

“No. But let’s put an end to it anyway.” Sypha and Trevor started towards the castle, Adrian behind them, but he stopped when he sensed (Y/N) wasn’t beside him. He turned, gazing at her as she stared at the castle. “(Y/N)?” She didn’t look at him, simply saying,

“When we finish this, I’d love to come out here and paint this castle on a canvas.”

“You paint?” She shook her head.

“No…just trying to keep the future in my sights.” Adrian took a step towards her and she shifted her eyes to his, admitting, “Adrian…I’m scared…I’ve fought hordes of creatures singlehandedly and I’ve taken down full units of trained soldiers but… I’m really…fucking terrified right now.” (Y/N) took a deep breath and let it go, feeling her lungs shudder from the worry. Golden eyes bore into hers, and he reached over, gently taking her hand. He ran his thumb over the silver studs on her armored knuckles.

“I can’t say I don’t blame you for having your fear…but I can tell you this…” Adrian squeezed her hand. “We are not destined to die tonight. We will win.” (Y/N) dropped his gaze and took another breath before nodding and clenching her jaw.

“Right.” She cleared her throat and pulled her silver sword from her back. “Let’s go.” He nodded as they hurried to catch up with the others. As soon as they stepped into the doorway, the vampires inside stilled, turning to look at them. (Y/N) let her eyes dart around, catching each vampire as Trevor commanded,

“I terrify them, Sypha disorients them, Alucard goes over the top, (Y/N) you support him.” (Y/N) and Sypha nodded, and Adrian pulled the scabbard off his sword, and it spun until the blade rested beside his head. He eyed (Y/N) for a second then said,

“Begin.” The Speaker and her brother sprinted forward, but Adrian and (Y/N) simply walked. Their attacks decimated the foot soldiers and as the blockade of fire surrounded them, the huntress and the vampire surged through it. (Y/N) had to force herself to not follow the white wolf, simply letting him attack the others in front while she thinned the ranks from behind. She ducked, letting one of the silver armored soldiers thrust his sword over her head, and twisted, jamming the sword up into his torso. He let out a pained cry as he doubled over, and she pulled the blade back, letting him drop. Two more advanced on her when a silver sword pierced one in the neck. She quickly delivered a fatal blow to the remaining one. The three remaining vampire generals descended on them. Sypha took care of one, splintering it into thousands of ice shards, while Trevor jerked the other to the ground. (Y/N) started towards the staircase when Adrian’s voice reached her, full of fear. “(Y/N)!” She barely had time to bring her sword up to block the female general’s razor-sharp nails. (Y/N) pulled back, twisting, and dodging each thrust. A failed block sent her sword skittering across the floor and she could see Adrian and Trevor heading her way. The general flashed her an evil smile, thrusting her hand out and (Y/N) simply let her come. She inhaled deeply, closing her fist, the movements around her slowing down as the nails came closer and closer. Just as it neared her, she sidestepped out of its way, the grabbed the vampire’s forearm with her free hand. (Y/N) shoved her fist forward, feeling the snarling heat burn against her skin as she flattened her palm against the general’s chest and ordered,

“Ignis tempestas.” The vampire’s eyes widened as flames engulfed her, and with a dying screech, she fell into a pile of ash. (Y/N) caught the sword Trevor was tossing her way as she met up with the trio. Trevor shook his head at her.

“That was risky.” She shrugged, flashing them a smile.

“Didn’t have time to grab Starfang. Had to think on my feet.” She looked at Adrian. “What now?” Before he could respond, angry cries came from the stairs and they looked over; (Y/N) frowned at the sight of the night creatures coming their way. “Oh, fuck me.” The four sprinted to the stairs, slashing through creature after creature, then climbing the steps. Waiting outside the study, she listened to Adrian talk to Dracula.

“Father.” Adrian’s voice sounded pained, but Dracula simply replied,

“Son.”

“Your war is over.”

“Because you say so?” (Y/N) glanced at Trevor standing on the opposite side of the door, Sypha beside him. He wore a stern look just as she did, but she could see the apprehension in his eyes.

“It ends…” Adrian paused, his voice softening. “in the name of my mother.” (Y/N) sensed the atmosphere shift around her, and she shivered at the darkening anger seeping out and through the room.

“It endures in the name of your mother.”

“I told you before, I won’t let you do it. I grieve with you…but I won’t let you commit genocide.” Her heart ached for the young man inside, and Dracula countered,

“You couldn’t stop me before.” At that, Trevor nodded, and the trio entered the room, Sypha and her brother taking his right, (Y/N) at his left. She shifted, raising her sword in a protective stance as Adrian declared,

“I was alone before.” The standoff lasted less than mere moments before Adrian rushed forward, his sword raised. The two vampires went careening into the fireplace. (Y/N)’s eyes widened as Dracula simply pushed the sword back with his fingers, then Adrian pulled away, swinging at him. The older vampire caught his hand, curling his opposite into fist and swung, catching Adrian in the jaw. He went flying face first into the fire, landing with pained grunt. Trevor shifted forward when Dracula came flying at them, and the two women watched them disappear into the hallway. Following them, Sypha cast a fire spell as (Y/N) dove to her brother, hauling him away. The vampire growled at her, charging towards her.

“Speaker magician!” (Y/N) watched Sypha’s hands get knocked away, then Dracula’s claws came upon her, sending her backwards. Trevor gasped, jerking away from (Y/N) as he ran to the vampire.

“Sypha!” (Y/N) cursed.

“Damnit Trevor! Don’t!” He didn’t listen, tugging the tall figure around, letting his fist fly. Dracula simply glared at him and spat,

“You must be the oldest Belmont.” Before Trevor could do anything else, a fist sunk into his stomach, lifting him up. The vampire caught him by the throat, his nails ready to pierce her brother. “The end of your line.” A sword pierced Dracula’s arm and hand, then Sypha turned his body, sending a flash of fire into his face. Stunned, the vampire dropped Trevor but quickly recovered, sending Sypha flying once more. (Y/N) moved as fast as she could but Dracula sent Adrian back as well, crashing into the wall, his sword landing away from him. Trevor pulled the wooden stake from his belt, jabbing the vampire in the side. Seconds later, he was chucked into Sypha, and Adrian lurched towards his father, sending them slamming into the wall. Dracula raised his arms above his son, bring them down on his neck, and (Y/N) gasped as the ground cracked beneath them. She said a silent prayer that Adrian wasn’t a human because he wouldn’t have gotten up if had been. Adrian broke his father’s grip, snapping the vampire on either side of the neck before he was shoved back. She gripped his arm as he came towards her and she grunted as she dug her feet into the carpet to keep from going with him. He dropped to his knee beside her and she pulled him up to his feet again, moving forward, calling,

“Trevor, now!” The siblings moved in familiar fluidity, and as the Morningstar hit Dracula in the face, (Y/N) flipped her body backwards, bringing the heel of her boot up under his chin as she shouted, “The second Belmont sends her regards you genocidal motherfucker!” She dropped to the ground, watching as her momentum combined with the Morningstar exploded, sending him soaring back.

A cloud of smoke entered the hallway and as it cleared, they watched Dracula hit the ground on his hands and knees with a loud thud. He chuckled darkly as he rose. “The Morningstar Whip. Well played Belmonts.” He gazed at them. “But I am no ordinary vampire to be killed by your human magics.” He crossed his arms over his chest, and (Y/N) felt a surge of magic fill the air as he bellowed, “I am Vlad Dracula Tepes, and I have had enough!” He sent his arms downwards and (Y/N) gaped as a ball of fire and stone grew in the hallway. Sypha moved ahead of them, throwing her arms out to stop it. It helped, but just barely, and it kept moving towards them. Trevor placed his back up against the Speaker’s, holding her steady, and just as (Y/N) was going to yell for them to dive into one of the rooms, Adrian appeared before them, shoving his sword into the fireball. He grit his teeth as he strained against it when he felt someone’s back pressed up against his. Adrian peeked over his shoulder to see (Y/N) slamming both her swords into the ground beside him. That’s when he noticed the silver chain connecting the two of them together. (Y/N) gripped both sides of the chain and pulled as hard as she could, keeping the two of them in place. She dropped her head back between his shoulder blades, yelling,

“I can’t hold this forever Adrian! Hurry! Push off and send it back!” He shifted his feet and (Y/N) wrapped her arms in the chain and pushed with all her might, feeling the pressure on her back relieve as he thrust forward. An explosion rocked the floor and the two vampires disappeared into the floor above them. (Y/N) sprinted up the stairs, leaving the other two to follow after her. Given her enhanced speed, she reached Adrian and his father first.

She skidded around the corner, barely able to catch Adrian’s figure as he flashed around the engine room in an eerie red aura. Adrian landed on one of the arches, and (Y/N) glanced at Dracula, watching as he went still. Her heart dropped and she yelped, “Adrian no!” Her cry fell on deaf ears and all she could do was stare as his father reached out, catching Adrian by the face. Dracula lifted him into the air, repeatedly slamming him down into the ground, and she recoiled as Adrian cried out in pain, the stone cracking under him. His father lifted him up, and she gaped at how limp he’d gone. A moment passed, then a punch sent him through the wall. (Y/N) couldn’t help the screech that tore through her. “ADRIAN!” Dracula disappeared after him, her hot on his trail until they ended up a small bedroom. (Y/N) raised her sword, intent to strike, but lowered it when the vampire gasped, the air stilling around them, the blood rage dissipating.

Dracula bent over, raising a hand to his chest, murmuring, “It’s your home.” At his words, (Y/N)’s arms went slack, and she looked around the room seeing the bed, desk, and toys. Adrian clambered to his feet, and the two vampires looked to the ceiling, staring at the hand drawn star map. (Y/N) crept around the large vampire, making her way to Adrian’s side; he stuck out his arm, pulling her behind him. Her eyes drifted to the window and she watched the red glow fade from the sky, replaced with silvery moonlight. The two glanced to Dracula, watching as he crossed his arms over his chest, lamenting, “My boy…I’m—I…I’m killing my boy.” He turned, walking to a framed picture, and (Y/N) realized it was Adrian as a baby with Lisa and his father. “Lisa…I’m killing our boy.” The vampire stared at the picture, talking to her. “We painted this room. We…made these toys. It’s our boy, Lisa.” She placed a hand on Adrian’s back as he tore the wooden peg from the bed, moving to his father. Dracula raised his clenched fists to his hands and cried, “Your greatest gift to me…and I’m…killing him.” His father lowered his hands, gazing at his son, his eyes full of regret. “I must already be dead.” Tears welled in (Y/N)’s vision as Adrian stepped up to his waiting father. She wanted to look away, wanted to shield herself from what was about to happen, but in the end, she couldn’t bring herself to do so; someone had to bear witness to this family’s suffering. Adrian raised his arm, jamming the stake up into Dracula’s heart. The vampire bent over with a gurgle, blood poured down his wound and mouth, and blooded tears fell from his eyes as he whispered, “Son.” Adrian choked out his reply.

“F-Father.” He pushed the stake in farther, and (Y/N) listened to the ancient vampire’s heartbeat begin to slow. Adrian took a deep breath and pushed the last of the stake through his father’s heart. The mirror shattered as Dracula stood up, gurgling as he began to wither away. The walking corpse started towards Adrian but Trevor and Sypha rounded the corner, and Trevor swung his sword, removing the head from its shoulders. It dropped to the ground along with the body, and Sypha stepped forward.

“Alucard. Step back.” She raised her hand. “Let me finish this.” When he didn’t move, (Y/N) took his hand, gently tugging him back with her. His hand squeezed hers so tightly she thought her bones were going to snap, but she kept quiet as Sypha burned the body. As the body burned, otherworldly shrieking filled the room along with a cloud of pure black smoke. It swam around the room and they turned their faces away, as the smoke escaped into the castle and out into the night where it faded.

When it cleared, all that remained was a scorch mark and a wedding band. Sypha groaned as she clasped her arm and asked, “Is…is that it?” Trevor ran a hand down his face.

“Alucard? Did we…do it?” Adrian helped (Y/N) to her feet, then gazed at the spot where his father had died.

“We did.” He took a breath “I…killed my father.”

“You ended a war on humankind. Don’t get weepy about it.” (Y/N) scowled at his poor choice of words, but Sypha nodded.

“Trevor’s right. You’ve saved countless lives.” She took a step towards the remaining vampire. “But it’s alright to mourn the man, too.” Adrian didn’t speak for a few moments, then he let out a sigh.

“He died a long time ago.” (Y/N) placed her hand on his shoulder, peering into his eyes.

“You didn’t kill your father Adrian.” She squeezed and gave him a sad smile. “You saved him.” Adrian shut his eyes and she removed her hand, gesturing for the others to leave, “We’ll be waiting for you by the staircase. Take your time.”

The four of them descended the stairs in silence each stopping in the middle of the war room. Trevor frowned as he looked away from Sypha’s wounds, and Adrian stood a few feet away, his hands shaking by his sides. (Y/N) kept her gaze to the ground, not willing to let herself speak, knowing her words wouldn’t bring comfort. Sypha gently placed her hand on Adrian’s shoulder, smiling at him, then she took Trevor’s hand. An arm wrapped around (Y/N)’s waist and she looked up, seeing Adrian smiling sadly at her. She returned it with one of her own as she leaned into him, and the four made their way to the entrance, stepping into the sunlight. (Y/N) rested her head on his shoulder and whispered, “I’ve never seen a more beautiful sunrise.” No one spoke and she questioned, “Adrian…can you paint?” He looked down at her and murmured,

“I’m no expert…but I know my way around a canvas.” (Y/N) grinned and turned her head up, gazing at him.

“Will you teach me how to paint someday?” The smile that lit up his face made her heart soar and he nodded, shifting his gaze back to the Belmont home.

“I’d love nothing more than to teach you.” She nodded, turning to look upon her old home and whispered,

“Then it’s a date.”

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