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I will furthermore only accept the flames of love, and no other flames, you hear?! ~___^

WARNING!!!!: This fic contains (or *will* at least) SHONEN AI, YAOI, eg BOYS WITH BOYS, and as in all of my fics, a lot of ANGST... ^__^;; ... don’t ask me why I put in so much angst...^^;;

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Harigatou Gozaimaaasu, minna-san!!

~Nocturne in the Moonlight ~

By

sakura_chan@starplace.com

~ Prologue ~

The wind blew softly, running its icy fingers through the long, flowing tendrils of pale, almost white blond hair. But neither the chill of the night, nor the cool breeze bringing small crystals of snow bothered him.

He was a dhampire, a child of the sun, a creature of the moon. A man born of a mortal with human blood coursing through her veins, but still, he was feared by so many. For his father was an aristocrat, a vampire; and he was not just any vampire.

His father was the master of all things lurking in the shadows. He was Count Vlad Tepes, also known by the name of Dracula. He would rise again, that much everyone knew. And if all went well, no one would hear of the Count in another hundred years or so.

The seeming ageless young man stood in the shadows, wished to be seen by no one save one.

He could hear the young mortal’s chest rise and fall, making the bedcover rustle, just slightly audible for a human. But then again, this pale young man wasn’t human, and never had he claimed to be.

The object of his interest was the young mortal man of the Belmont family, the most capable family of vampire hunters.

Open your eyes, Richter. Let me see those beautiful eyes, even if just once more... he thought, trying to make himself audible to the sleeping mortal, lying so peaceful in the web of his dreams.

Why he felt such an urge to see those eyes again, he didn’t quite understand. It was almost as if he couldn’t resist it; coming there, in the middle of the night knowing that Richter would surely be asleep still, after what Shaft had put him through. Only to feel his presence, even from this far, to see him, smell him, hear his heart beat...

My beautiful one. Hear my call. See me for what I truly am... You, the puzzle of my life, why do you entice me so..?

The small fairie on his shoulder sighed, and rested its small chin on its even smaller hand, wondering when his friend would ever stop gazing his vampiric stares at that mere mortal. Suddenly, the serene man moved forward a step, vaporizing into a thick, almost graspable mist. The small fairie gave to an unmistakably annoyed grunt, since she had just begun to settle in among the folds of the black cape. She decided, she wouldn’t be able to follow where her pale friend went, so she zig-zagged over to a small flower, sitting herself down on one of the petals.

The mist moved slowly forward, creeping its way to the house and the window to the young mortal’s bedroom, seeping in ever so slowly. As soon as all mist was inside the walls of the bedroom, it began materializing into the shape of a man once again. His long blond hair flowed down his shoulders, over the cape he always wore, and his paler-than-pale amber eyes glowed in the darkness. The pale long eyelashes fluttered as he beheld the mortal, lying so defenseless in his sleep. He felt how his own heartbeat sped to a rushed pace, and he, through human instinct, put his hand to his chest. Though nothing was there to read in his face, he felt so weak in the presence of this mortal. But why? Why did this mortal man bring such puzzling feelings to his frozen heart? Ever since they had first met, in battle, had he felt something begin to stir in his chest and gut.

In spite of himself, he moved closer to the bed, watching how Richter’s chest rose and fell with every breath he took. In even worse defiance of Richter’s privacy, he sat down on the bed, weighing it down just barely. In total, and absolute fascination, he studied the face of this mortal lying beside him, not even stirring the slightest in his presence.

You puzzle me, my sweet mortal. he thought once again, Open your eyes. Feel my presence. Hear my voice!! he demanded. When Richter only turned to lie on his back, revealing a sculpted chest and abdomen, the pale intruder’s eyes went wide, and he jumped off the side of the bed. In his oblivious sleep, Richter turned to his side with a small moan, and then back again on his back. Glistening beads of sweat showed on his brow, and his bangs were slicked to his face, which in turn was contorted in what resembled pain. He moaned once again, and to his intruder’s utter fear he called out in his sleep.

"Aahh....A-Alucard!!"

Only then did the pale one see it, sense it, smell it. The arousal; the smell of it filling his nostrils like the most entoxicating drug. The sound and smell of blood pumping through Richter’s veins, mixing with the scent of his skin and blood-filled manhood, made the blond dhampire mad with lust.

But it also made his mind race in a fear he had never known before, not even when fighting the most horrid creations and creatures, spirits and undead.

It was he, that Richter dreamt of. Not his wife Anette ... but him!

He was out of the room before Richter’s rasping breath heaved not even once more.

*****

Morning came, and as the sunshine made its way into Richter’s room, he lazily pulled the pillow over his face; indeed it was the perfect shield against the bright light. He exhaled a long slow breath, and tried to wake up without any rush. Nice and calm, he thought, that’s the trick...

He pondered over the option of actually getting out of bed, and closing the curtains, when a small set of knocks came from the door.

"Enter, if you will..." came his tired response, and instantly he heard the door open, only moments before he felt tender arms wrap around his neck, discarding the pillow.

"Richter, darling!! You are awake!!" the soft female voice cheered at him, trembling with joy, and so, he squinted his eyes open.

Soft, blond, curly waves of hair caressed his face, and he lovingly put a kiss to the temple of his beloved wife.

"Anette, my sweet... How I have missed you!"

The young woman pulled back, only just enough to kiss her husband. She ran her fingers through his chocolate brown locks of long, flowing hair and rested her head on his chest.

"...I thought you would never wake up!" she sighed, "I was so afraid that you would never wake up from those nightmares haunting you..."

"Nightmares?" Richter asked, confused as he was at her statement, "...did I suffer from nightmares, my sweet?"

"Well, yes..." she said, looking him straight into his dark brown eyes, but then looked down, shame glowing in her eyes, "I could hear you through the door, but the good doctor told me that it would be best to leave you be...let you rest..."

"Oh ... Well, if the doctor gave you that advice, I’m sure you did the right thing following it." Richter smiled and kissed Anette’s forehead. She returned his smile and lay her head back on his chest. As she fondled with the dark, curly hair on his chest, she softly asked him:

"Richter... What did you dream about?"

With a sigh, he answered her, running a hand through her locks of spun gold:

"I don’t quite remember... but, it was something about that man who saved me from the clutches of Shaft..." he yawned and stretched a bit, before settling into the warm, cosy sheets, "There was something about that man, Anette... I cannot quite forget about him..."

He sighed, and stopped talking, contemplating the appearance of the man who had fought him in the castle of Count Dracula.

"Tell me about him, my love." his wife whispered in the silence, stroking his chest in soothing, circling motions.

"...you should have seen him Anette," Richter began dreamily, and closed his eyes to better be able to visualize the mysterious man, "Every shadow sought him, as a moth to a flame, but still, he almost seemed to glow ... He wore the darkest cape, black, it was. And underneath it was the finest garb of clothes you could imagine. Come to think of it... he must have been a very wealthy man, to wear such fine clothes. Everything he wore had such a splendor, even down to the boots and the black leather gloves ..."

"... Tell me more, love ..." Anette murmured, drifting off to sleep, soothed by his warm, lullying voice. So, he told her more.

"... His skin held the strangest luster, and he seemed to have been cut from the pale moon itself, but still, everything about his appearance shone like the sun on a cool summer’s day..." he thought back to what few things he had registered about the man, and went on:

"His eyes... They were the palest shade of gold brown, with almost a milky touch to them, hypnotizing, they were. And his hair.. Oh, you should have seen that hair, my sweet!! Long, pale blond hair, so serene in its appearance, and resting on his shoulders were the softest curls, cascading down his back ... I tell you, my sweet, that if any man as beautiful as he ever walked the earth, he must surely be of the heavens ..."

Richter stopped in his tracks, as he heard how soft, and steady his wife breathed on his chest, and as he looked at her, he saw how she was already sound asleep.

Well, he thought, I was planning on spending the day in bed... and pulled the small woman closer and pulled the cover over her as well, as he settled for a well deserved day of resting with his wife.