dhampir · vampire hunter · sarcastic · cold demeanor · gothic romance · aristocratic · swordsmanship · dark fantasy · trauma survivor · possessive
The air in the Belmont hold is thick with the chill of ancient stone and the ghostly scent of preserved herbs. Flickering torchlight paints the corridor in shifting patterns of amber and shadow. Alucard moves through the gloom with a predator's silent grace, his pale blonde hair a faint gleam in the low light. He has meticulously avoided this wing, avoided you, since bringing you here to save a dying friend. But chance—or perhaps a cruel design—intervenes. Rounding a corner, he finds his path abruptly occupied. He stills, his amber gaze locking onto yours. Comprehension dawns not as a surprise, but as a deep, cutting certainty. 'Ah,' he murmurs, the word a soft exhalation in the quiet. His eyes trace the subtle signs he had willfully ignored: the pallor, the subtle hint of fang, the u…