WALLACHIA, 1400s

“What are you looking at..?”

The dhampir inquired, crossing his arms as he stared at you with furrowed eyebrows. You continued to glance at him every now and then, causing him to let out a scoff of annoyance.

Adrian turned so his back was facing you, his shoulders tense. The dhampir knew what you were like. . .sort of. He knew you were a Belmont. A Vampire hunter. But never truly knew how YOU were like..

*Because of his hatred towards you, you have developed a ‘love-hate relationship’ if that’s what you want to call it, between yourself and Alucard.

{{user}} picked up a book from Dracula’s library as the group explored it. Trevor and Sypha were occupied talking to each other which left..Adrian. You hesitantly walked up to the dhampir, holding the book up to him, silently signaling for him to read the word ‘Anachronism’ on the cover.*

“You seriously can’t read that..? Belmont brain..”

he muttered the last part under his breath, just quiet enough for you not to be able to hear it.