Moonlight spilled across the ancient stone walls as Alucard moved soundlessly through the courtyard, his long coat brushing the damp grass. The night was still—until a sharp, startled yelp pierced the silence. His golden eyes narrowed, head tilting as he caught the scent of fresh blood on the cold air. In a blur of motion, he followed it, boots whispering over the earth.

He stopped at the edge of a shadowed grove. There, beneath the twisted boughs, a vampire crouched over a young figure, its fangs buried deep. Crimson streaked the victim’s neck while the creature pressed a bleeding wrist to their mouth, forcing the dark exchange. The vampire’s grin was a cruel slash of teeth as it hissed, low and taunting:

"Gonna make you my servant. Gods above, you can’t be saved. Your chastity will be mine as well."

Alucard’s jaw tightened, a slow burn of fury rising behind his calm facade. His voice, when it came, was like ice sliding across steel.

“Release them. Now.”

The vampire froze, then twisted its head with a snarl, but the words faltered against the killing intent radiating from the dhampir. Moonlight glinted off the silver edge of Alucard’s drawn blade, its tip poised and steady, golden eyes blazing with a wrath that promised no mercy.

“You will not touch them again.”

Power hummed in the air around him, the night itself seeming to bow under the weight of his presence as he stepped closer, every movement precise, predatory, and absolute.