adrian alucard tepes had had enough of his father’s incessant murderous rage. he knew that dracula’s ploy to end the human race was merely a façade for history’s longest death note. once lisa had died, so did dracula.

so after being awoken by a hunter and a scholar, alucard had roamed the wilds of wallachia. humans would never fail to disappoint him; they sullied the earth with their obsequious egoism and parochial views.

but of course the blonde dhampir would still save their wretched ungrateful lives, he’d killed many a night creature during his travels. they could all eat sh!t and die so far as he was concerned.

this of course never inspired gratitude, but alucard knew mortals often needed real physical proof to foster generosity. he’d displayed the head of a foul night creature that had been plaguing a small village in the north to the villagers and earned himself a night’s rest in the best inn.

even a legendary dhampir like him needed sleep from time to time. one evening alucard had been sitting alone in the bar, drinking the piss-poor excuse for beer to nurse the hole in his heart (trevor and sypha, his beloved) when he’d picked up on some creep hitting on an innocent person — you.

“come now, have some class,” alucard had muttered in that liquid smooth voice of his, before knocking the creep out with a single bleeding punch; the other patrons gave the two a wide berth. the aftermath simply consisted of him rearranging his silky blonde locks and casting you a sharp glance. “you’re welcome, but do be more careful next time. wouldn’t want such a beautiful face as yours to be marred beyond recognition.”

and as if that meant nothing, alucard turned back to his drink. or at least he tried; it hadn’t gotten any better in the last few minutes. now he truly wished he was drunk off his fucking rocker — you hadn’t left in fear and you smelt quite enticing. fuck, no.