Ups, total vergessen hier mal wieder was zu posten. xD"
Das ist jetzt aus der Thor Serie, oder?
Nicht nur. Das ist eigentlich ein recht üblicher Satz aus der Naturwissenschaft: "Any science suffiecently advanced is indistinguishable from magic."
Interessant wie ein Mann der Wissenschaft, der selbst am Start seines Genozides die Einstellung anderer kritisiert hat, letztendlich selbst sehr festgefahren ist mit seinen Gewohnheiten und Ansichten.
Ja, das ist wie ich finde auch so einer der zentralen Konflikte der Vampire in Castlevania. Das trifft auf Dracula zu, aber auch auf Carmilla. Beide tun am Ende das, was sie bei anderen kritisieren. ^^
Interessant ist die Frage was er damit beweisen will? Glaubt er sie von sich wegpushen zu müssen? Hat er Angst vor seiner Identität, oder nur seiner Reputation, sollte er sie an sich ran lassen?
Ja, ich denke schon, dass er glaubt, sie wegpushen zu müssen. Weil... ähm... Er ist nicht gut damit positive Gefühle in seinem Hirn zu verarbeiten, glaube ich. xD
Oh, ich hatte hier ja noch gar nicht kommentiert. Stellst du auch den Rest der Dracula x Lisa-Reihe hier ein, also vom Dritten abgesehen? ^^
Ja, ich habe es total verpennt. Ich denke, ich werde den Rest auch noch reinstellen. Aber erstmal... Uhm, folgendes.
Es ist ziemlich bewegend zu sehen, wie Lisa langsam Matthias Eis durchbricht und ihm zeigt, dass es nicht ausschließlich schlechte und vor allem auch ignorante Menschen auf der Welt gibt. Ich meine, kaum bin ich zehn Minuten in der falschen Ecke vom Internet oder irgendein Depp hustet mich im Bus an, und ich fühle Matthias zu gut und kann's ihm jetzt nichtmal so sehr verübeln. xD
Ich weiß sehr genau, was du meinst. Glaub mir. Hätte ich die Macht von Dracula, nun, ähm... *guillontine raushol*
So. Ich schreibe aktuell sehr viel und kann doch die Hälfte davon nicht posten (die hälfte ist positiv ausgedrückt) weil sehr, sehr viel davon auf die eine oder andere Art ab 18 ist. lol Entweder es ist Smut oder es ist Horror.
Aber gestern habe ich diese kleine Geschichte für eine Challenge geschrieben über eins (oder eigentlich zwei) der Belmont Kinder.
Zur Erklärung: Trevor/Sypha/Alucard haben bei mir 3 Kids. Marie (das Kind mit dem Sypha am Ende schwanger ist, geboren 1477), Simon (Kind von Sypha und Adrian, geboren 1483) und Anna (Vater nicht näher bestimmbar, Geboren 1485). Und technisch gesehen dazu noch zwei Adoptivkinder.
Während Marie es am Ende mit der Monsterjagd lässt, sind Simon und Anna dann später als Duo unterwegs. Weil irgendjemand muss Simon davon abhalten sich umbringen zu lassen. lol
“And who might you be?”
The vampire eyed them with lively green eye. “And who might you be?”
Simon did not hesitate a moment. Getting out the Morningstar he positioned himself in the manor's entrance hall. “I am Simon Belmont and I am here to vanq-”
The vampire lady brushed past him, not even showing the least bit of interest in him – or any fear from the weapon. She positioned herself in front of Anna, looking her over. “You!” she purred. “Who might you be?”
Anna swallowed hard, looking over to her brother, who looked not the least bit pleased to be ignored. They had come here because this vampire had killed the former residents of the manor, haunting the next town ever since. For months now, it said. So why was Anna so drawn in by her eyes?
“Hey!” Simon shouted, letting his weapon fly. The Morningstar was already glowing hot, sensing the vampire and her magic. It ought to be over any moment now, it should be over and yet…
The vampire lifted her hand and a silver shield appeared in the air behind her. Glyph magic. Anna had read about this. Now the woman's eyes were stern as she looked at Simon. “Has nobody taught you any manners, boy? You don't barge into a house and attack the inhabitants!”
“Says the right one,” Simon growled, once more twirling the weapon around. “You killed everyone and then…” He let the Morningstar fly again, while using his own dhampiric speed to also draw his sword and attack with it.
But this vampire was a mage. She was not so easily taken aback. With a single glyph she summoned a sword on her own, blocking him, all while Anna herself had to jump to the side to not be hit by the Morningstar. While its magic did not react against dhampirs, she still preferred to not be hit in the head by three pounds of silver alloy.
“A little bit of help, Ann?” Simon's sword was hitting that of the vampire lady, who did not seem to be the least bit phased by his speed. She easily parried his attacks, all while summoning yet another sword, now dual wielding both weapons.
“Right,” Anna managed, drawing her long sword. She took a deep breath, letting her magic flow into the sword lighting it ablaze, before storming towards the vampire.
Yet again the vampire was not phased. She landed a kick in Simon's stomach, throwing him back several meters, before turning around to parry Anna. Her eyes seemed to be transfixed by Anna, as she blocked yet another attack and then another. She moved so easily, so elegantly. Even her long flowing dress did not seem to hinder her the least.
Wielding her sword with only one hand now, Anna used the magic she had perfected. Summoning balls of water she formed them into arrows of ice, that quickly hailed down onto the vampire, who danced backwards, her own long sword cutting through the ice.
Then the Morningstar flew again, this time almost twisting in the air as Simon stepped onto the chain. Only then the vampire lady took to the air, glaring at Anna's brother. “You annoy me!” With that she had suddenly vanished, appearing behind Simon just a split-second later. She had summoned yet another weapon. A whip of her own. Wrapping the leather around Simon's neck, she pulled him backwards, before he even knew what was happening. There was hatred burning in the vampire's eyes. “Don't get in my way,” she whispered, as she drew another glyph into the air, summoning a large hammer onto Simon.
Before he could free himself, the vampire was by Anna's side. “As we were…” She smiled as a hall of mirrors seemed to surround them.
Anna's head was spinning, but when she could think clearly again, she was standing in a sitting room with a nice and warm fire going in the heath. There was a tiny table as well, on which a bottle of wine and two glasses stood.
Anna blinked, not quite sure what had happened. “Simon,” she breathed and turned around. Where had her brother gone? He did not seem to be here. No, he was probably still in that entrance hall and she… What exactly had happened? She was not sure.
Still, her sword was in her hand, as she glared at the vampire lady. “You!”
“Relax, my dear,” the vampire said with a thick accent. “Your Simon should be fine. Just a bit annoyed, I assume.” She smiled and sat down, filling a glass with wine. “But you seem interesting. I can smell your magic.”
Of course she could. Anna could smell the vampire's magic in turn. It smelled of a smithery, but of something else as well. Something fruitier. Not of black magic, though.
Anna knew she should fight the woman and yet she was standing here as if frozen to the ground.
“Relax,” the vampire said. “I am not going to harm you.”
The words of Anna's mother went through her mind. About vampires not all being evil. About how working with vampires might be a better way out than straight up fighting. Maybe Anna should indeed talk to this woman, who had this most intensive green eyes.
She cleared her throat and carefully, very carefully sheathed her sword.
The vampire smiled. “See. We're good, aren't we?”
Anna was still tense. She was not sure what to do with this. It was something she had never had to deal with. Diplomacy. Though she was her mother's daughter, meaning she should be good with this, right?
She found herself swallowing. “My name is Anna Belmont,” she said as she carefully sat down on the sofa opposide the vampire lady. “We've come here because a vampire…”
The woman looked at her with a smile. “Do you think I am a vampire?”
The question took Anna aback. For a moment she was confused until she realized something. She could hear a heartbeat from the woman. A heartbeat! Though there were fangs, too. Meaning: “You are a dhampir?”
“Like you, I assume,” the dhampir said and smiled. “My name is Katharina.” With that she poured some whine into the other glass.
This had taken Anna aback. And be it just for one reason: She had always assumed that all dhampirs had golden eyes. Just like she had and Simon and their father as well. This woman had eyes just like a leaf on a young spring morning.
But if she was a dhampir…
Anna looked at the woman, trying to make sense of it all. They were told that dhampirs did not have to drink blood. Anna most certainly didn't, nor did her father. Simon… Simon was a different story, though.
But going by the things they had learned from the Belmont Hold she knew of stories of dhampirs drinking blood and becoming ravenous with blood lust. Though the Belmond Hold was maybe not the most neutral source for anything vampiric.
Before she could stop herself, she had taken up the glass and drunken a sip of the sweet red wine. “We…” she wanted to start, but the other dhampir interrupted her.
“You say you are a Belmont?”
“Well, yes…” Anna had to force herself to hold the woman's gaze.
It was a complicated affair after all. Her older sister, Marie, was a Belmont for sure. The daughter of Trevor Belmont and Sypha Belnades. Human. Completely. And also completely uninterested in becoming a monster hunter. Then there was Simon Belmont, who did not carry the blood of a Belmont in him. He was the son of their other father, Adrian Tepes and Sypha. Lastly there was her, Anna, who most certainly was the daughter of Sypha but did not know whether the blood of Dracula or the blood of a Belmont flowed in her veins. Her father had been turned a vampire by the time she had been conceived, so either father could have sired a dhampir child. As she bore the golden eyes she so far had always associated with dhampirs and her mother’s wavy red hair… Well, nobody could tell really, could they?
“Does that mean that fool down there is… what?” the dhampir prompted.
“My brother,” Anna replied. “He is my brother.”
Katharina smiled at her. “You don't have a lot in common, have you?”
A shy smile stole itself onto Anna's face. She tucked a strand of her red hair behind her pointy ear. “Not really, no.” Aside from their speed and strength that was. But Simon… She hated to put it that way, but he tended to be a big idiot. Punching first, asking questions later.
“So, what brings you here?” Katharina asked and to Anna's surprise her voice sounded honest.
Anna sighed. “We heard of a story. About a vampire having killed everyone in this house and terrorizing the town ever since.” They had immediately travelled here, thanks to the transmission mirror in the castle. It was easy, really.
“Well, I am not a vampire,” the woman replied and smiled at her.
From the smile alone Anna could tell that this woman was much older than her. There was a certain composure in her expression that persons younger than 40 were lacking. There was also this depth in her eyes Anna had learned to associate with vampires older than 100 years.
Dhampirs were immortal. They knew that much. So, while the woman with her silky black hair and leaf green eyes looked about twenty – just as Anna – she could be any age really.
The woman smiled at her, putting her hand onto Anna's own. “Relax. I don't want to harm you. I rarely ever have met another dhampir and I would not mess up the chance to change this now.”
Anna found herself smiling. “Yeah. Me, too.” She stopped. “Family members excluded, of course.” After all there was Simon and their father… And Simon's own two children… that they knew of.
“Of course,” Katharina replied. Pulling her hand back she took up her glass once more. “And really, don't worry about him, he'll be…”
“If you are so curious about other dhampirs,” Anna suddenly said, “why did you attack Simon and not me?”
This question did not seem to surprise Katharina at all. “He attacked me, if I remember correctly. I just wanted to talk.”
She was right, of course. Simon attacked. Without thinking, without asking, he just saw Katharina, saw her fangs and attacked. A sweet irony, maybe.
Anna took another sip from her wine, actually enjoying the sweet and fruity taste of it. Maybe she could relax. Maybe all of this was just a big misunderstanding. She only would need to convince Simon of it. Oh joy.
“So,” Katharina said. “How did a dhampiric Belmont come to be?”
Anna sighed and shrugged. “I have three parents. My fathers are a dhampir and a vampire respectively.” Then she frowned. “You have to have heard of that!” After all vampires gossiped a surprising amount – and the story of their family had traveled quite far.
Katharina shook her head. “I can't say I have.” But then she smiled once more. “It does not matter. So, you are well versed with magic…”
“My mother is a speaker,” Anna replied. “I learned a lot from her.”
Once more the other dhampir sniffed the air. “But your magic is not only speaker.”
“I learned a bit from my father, too.”
“I see.” Another smile. Another sip of wine.
Slowly but surely Anna got worried about her brother now. The manor was not that big and he should be able to trace her by smell alone. Where was he? Shouldn't he already have barged in, swinging his weapon at the dhampir lady?
“How old are you, Anna?” Katharina now asked.
“20,” Anna replied. “Only just 20.” Still so young and inexperienced, as she well knew. Not that those two years Simon had on her had made a big difference in that regard.
Katharina smiled. “Still so much time to grow.” And maybe she was right with that.
Now knowing what to reply Anna lifted the glass again. Thankfully she would not easily get drunk, as her metabolism counteracted it – at least for a while. She could not drink the entire bottle, maybe, but a single glass should be fine.
Yet. Somehow her mind felt a bit fuzzy. As if she was forgetting something.
“How old are you?” she murmured, her eyes still taken in by those green eyes.
Katharina laughed – her laughter bright as wind chimes. “I honestly don't remember.”
“How can you not remember?”
“After a while you kinda tend to forget. Years bleed into each other and then…” Katharina emptied her glass. “It's lonely living forever.”
That was of course a thing Anna knew about. It was the reason why so many vampires took consorts. It was the reason as well why her mother and one of her fathers were vampires. But she was not worried about it. At least not yet. She would probably spend her entire eternity babysitting Simon either way. So, how would she ever get lonely?
And where was Simon for that matter?
Katharina once more took her hand, her fingers running over Anna's wrist. As if she was reading Anna's thought she asked: “Are you not afraid to get lonely?”
“I…” Anna did not manage to finish the sentence. She had lost her breath. Somehow breathing became hard as she lost herself in those eyes. They reminded her of the forest around their town in spring. When all the trees awoke from their long winter slumber. Actually, she wanted to get lost in those eyes. Wanted to know how it felt… What? What did she want to know?
The smile of the woman was sincere as she leaned forward her lips brushing against Anna's cheek. “So,” she whispered. “You never have drunken any blood?”
Before Anna could answer however another voice managed to get through to her mind. Not too far away someone was panting. Panting and cussing. “Fuck. Anna!” Simon. So he did manage to sense her.
Katharina pulled Anna up and once more there were mirrors around them, their own reflections dancing in them. Dancing. Right. They were dancing together. Even before Anna realized it, the woman was holding her left hand, while now also taking her right. She twirled her around, laughing the same wind chime laughter and somehow Anna could not help but laugh along.
Of course there was this tiny part of her mind that realized this had to be a spell. Katharina was a mage after all. And as a mage having had maybe several hundred years to learn, who knew what kind of spells she had picked up on? Ha, Anna's own bunic had even learned some fairy spells, so who knew…
And yet she twirled around in what seemed to be a small dance hall, the moon light seeping in through high windows.
It did not seem right.
“Have you never drunken blood?” Katharina repeated her question and Anna did not find it in herself to stay silent.
“No,” she breathed. “Never.” Because she had always known it was wrong. As a dhampir she did not need it and no matter how much Simon might insist on how blood could heighten certain experiences, Anna was never tempted. Of course she wasn't. After all she had never been tempted by sex either.
Only this woman. Katharina. She was tempting her, her lips once more brushing against her cheek, then her ear, sending such a pleasant shiver down Anna's spine.
No. No. No. This was not right. Anna was under a spell and she knew it. But at the same time she enjoyed the rapid beat of her own heart, enjoyed the strange falling feeling in her stomach. She yearned to be seduced by this woman, she realized, as the woman pulled her closer.
Anna closed her eyes, as the woman now kissed her neck, her hands running down the laces of Anna's leather corset. A sigh escaped Anna, as Katharina suddenly buried her teeth in her neck. This was not new to her at least. She had been bitten before. But it had never felt so enticing.
Katharina did not even drink much, before twirling her around once more, her hands so soft and warm inside of Anna's. “I promise you,” she whispered, as their lips met, “this is the best you'll ever feel.”
And suddenly Anna tasted her own blood on the woman's lips, igniting an unknown urge in her chest. She wanted this. She wanted to feel this. That other body against hers. A kiss. A touch. A sigh. She wanted to taste her, too. In trance Anna was now kissing Katharina's neck herself. She was not even knowing what she was doing, her body seemed to act all on its own. But she could feel Katharina's own pulse under her skin and the yearning wanted to tear Anna's chest apart.
She knew she shouldn't. She knew this wasn't right. And yet she bit the other dhampir, an excited moan escaping her, as the blood gushed into her mouth.
For once Anna felt alive in a way she had never even dreamed for. She felt good, amazing even. Only that her yearning was becoming unbearable. Oh, she wanted this woman. All thoughts of a spell had left her mind, leaving only raw desire in their vain.
When their lips met again their kiss was hot and hungry – in a way that Anna had not deamed possible before.
It was pure instinct that let Anna's hands wander to the woman bosom, feel the soft roundness of her chest. Yes, this was something she had always wanted to feel. If only…
“Anna!” Simon's call almost did not reach her mind as he burst into the room. The Morningstar was glowing in the air again and something about it just did not make any sense.
Katharina pulled her close, pulled Anna with herself as she evaded the attack. Another glyph was drawn into the air, summoning an array of small knives this time that shot towards Simon. But Anna did not really see it. She felt like melting into the other woman and a part of her cursed her stupid brother for getting in the way.
Katharina seemed to echo this sentiment. “You're getting in the way!” she growled, while Simon was evading those knives, which were glowing in a blue fire.
“Anna!” Simon screamed. “A little bit of help?” One of the knives cut his cheek, making him his. “Bitch!”
Anna wanted to argue with this. Katharina was not their enemy after all. And if Simon saw her as such, maybe he was the enemy in this scenario. Maybe she was supposed to fight him. Her hand grasped blindly for the heft of her sword, when she reminded herself that this was not right as well.
No. This was her brother after all. Her stupid, stupid brother, but her brother none the less. She should not fight him. But she would not fight Katharina either.
As the later let go of her, Anna was stumbling, holding her head. Everything was spinning. The entire world was spinning. She wanted to be held again. Wanted to be held by this beautiful woman, wanted to lose herself in those eyes of spring.
The fight of her brother and the other dhampir seemed so far away. She saw their swords clashing, as Katharina evaded the Morningstar with ease.
The Morningstar. Yes. That was, what did not make any sense. It would not react burning bright on a dhampir. But Anna had heard the woman's heartbeat, had felt it in her mouth. So what… Just what…?
Her legs gave out under her, as once again Katharina managed to land a kick that made Simon fly into the next wall. He grunted as he fought to get up again, when Katharina was controlling those knives with her magic again. They hailed down on Simon, burying themselves into his flesh, as he groaned. He tried to fight himself up, not deadly wounded. “Anna,” he whispered, trying to draw her attention. “Please…”
Yeah. Right. She was his sister after all. She had to look after him. Right. Yeah. Right. She squinted again as her brain tried to puzzle everything out. What was only going on? Why did she almost yearn to kill him, knowing fully well that he was her idiot brother.
Katharina was coming towards him, her sword in hand. She pressed the tip against Simon's throat and Anna could smell his blood dripping down.
She had to save him. Right. She had promised to look after him. She had promised. For real.
She shook her head, trying to break the spell. A spell. It was just a spell. There was nothing between her in this woman she had met but half an hour ago. Katharina had spelled her and probably wanted to kill her, too? Why did that feel so wrong.
“You just should've not gotten in the way,” Katharina muttered, pressing the sword tip into Simon's throat.
It was then that something inside Anna broke. Forming her fingers into the right sign, she pulled her right hand up, summoning a spike of ice underneath Katharina, staking her on it.
The woman screamed as she turned her head. “Anna,” she grunted, a bit of blood trickling down from the corner of her mouth.
This woman was to kill Anna's brother. She could not have that, could she? Yeah, she could not.
She made another sigh, moving her hands, as Katharina broke the ice with ease, moving quicker than even Anna's dhampir eyes could see. Before she knew Katharina was behind her, her voice like satin in Anna's ear. “We'll meet again. I promise. We'll meet again another time.”
With a loud clank one of the tall windows broke and the fresh spring air was carried into the room, as Anna slacked forward. Her hand found the bitemarks on her neck, still bleeding ever so slightly. She looked at her hand, before finally managing to focus, to heal herself.
Her breath was shaky, even though she had not fought.
A few times she squinted, before finally managing to fight herself onto her feet again. She stumbled over to her brother. “Simon?” she whispered, kneeling by his side.
He grunted, opening his eyes. “Fuck,” he groaned. “Fuck!” Taking a deep breath he healed his own injuries, before sitting upright. “Where's that bitch?”
Anna looked over to the open window. “I think… she's gone.” And somehow a part of her wished she could follow.
