Imagine the day of his mother’s death, Alucard was planning to introduce you, his s/o, to her…
It was planned perfectly. He was going to surprise her at the door with you standing behind him. He would step to the side and his mother would look upon you for the first time and you to her. The scene played seamlessly in his mind that you two would instantly get along. You had that sort of effect on people, a common trait he felt you shared with his mother. But fate had a different story to tell…
When he discovered his mother’s house was set ablaze, he was quick to move towards the plaza with you trailing behind him. His heart sets off in a panicked rhythm as he dared not to imagine his worst fear come to life. Yet it did, his golden eyes widen in terror as he watches his mother being burned alive. His body snaps to action when he hears her cries of pain. He moved to save her, rage bubbling inside him to exact vengeance upon her attackers and the ignorant people around her, but her voice stopped him. Sensing he was nearby, a talent she picked up from years with his father, Lisa cried out to Alucard, begging her son not to act against humanity, to spare them and be better. It was only then did Alucard stay his hand.
She was practically telling him to let her die and forgive her killers. So paralyzed was he in despair that you had to lead him by the shoulders away from the plaza, away from the tragedy and what would be the place that cements Wallachia’s doom.
You both wandered about for some time. Not saying a word. There was nothing you could say that could possibly bring comfort to what your lover has suffered. What made it worse was that the two of you were merely waiting for the streets to clear before returning to gather his mother’s ashes unnoticed and give her a proper burial. It…
“It wasn’t meant to be this way.”
You turned your head to face him. Alucard’s head dipped low, the long tresses of his beautiful golden hair hiding the pain in his eyes. However, it did little to hide the pain in his voice.
Alucard: “Today was meant to be joyous. Two of the most important people in my world coming together to meet for the first time and a new happiness would spring forth from our union. Yet it did not happen…”
You: “Adrian…”
Without a second thought, you embraced him tightly, your arms wrapped around his torso. He wasted no time in returning the sentiment tenfold. He presses his head against your shoulder, his ragged breath blowing against the skin of your neck in quick gasps. The weight of what he has now forever lost dawning on him.
Alucard: “I wanted you to meet the woman who taught me compassion and strength.
I wanted her to meet the one who taught me trust and love.
That there was someone in the world that I can share a love that was like hers and Father’s.
Undescribable and true and wonderful.”
You can feel his sadness shake throughout his chest in sobs. The weight of his mourning in throes bearing down on you until you too began to cry while doing your best to show him that you felt his pain and loved him still in your embrace and whispers of comfort. Alucard tightens his hold on you, the feeling becoming too much but he was loathe to let go as if by doing so he would risk losing you too forever. His heart would not have been able to bear such grief. It barely holds on now. What could have been would now never be and he could only endeavor to never have you share the same fate.
Toad's Cave 