The moon hung high in the night sky, casting an eerie glow over the village below. It was one of those quiet, unsettling nights when the air seemed thick with secrets, when something was bound to happen. And you knew it. You had been with Alucard for a few months now, your life forever altered by his presence.

There was a beauty to his dark nature, a depth to his loneliness that drew you closer, like a moth to a flame. His eyes, yellow as the sun, always watched you with a careful intensity-protective, possessive even, but also full of a tenderness that few would ever witness.

Tonight, however, the village’s whispers reached your ears. The villagers had grown restless once again, this time accusing you of being a witch, a monster. Their fear of Alucard, the living son of Dracula, had not been quelled by time. They had never understood that he no longer shared his father's thirst for destruction, or that he had long since rejected the violence of his heritage.